Series: Snapshots of the Past
Story: Back Home Again
Chapter 3
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
Previously: Leo convinced Jed his drinking wasn't a problem; Abbey disagreed with Jed's response to Elizabeth's tantrum
Summary: After a night of lovemaking, Jed and Abbey share some serious pillow talk
Rating: NC-17 for sex
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With a subtle whiff, Abbey inhaled the aroma of the lavendar lotion she seductively massaged in the palm of her hand. She propped her leg on the chair in front of her mirror and reached down to her toes with the tips of her fingers, gliding the cream up her ankles and slowly rubbing it into the skin around her calves.
Out of the corner of her eye, she watched Jed close the bathroom door behind him and and take sleepy strides towards the bed. His baggy pajamas didn't reveal any of the attractive ripples in his upper body or the wonderful part of his anatomy that swelled between his thighs whenever she wore her black bra and panties to bed.
He caught her hands making their way up her silky legs in that way she knew would drive him crazy. Small portions of his skin were revealed slowly as he fumbled with his buttons, pulling them apart and letting his shirt slide effortlessly down his arms before draping it over the dresser.
Abbey's pulse began to race with the knowledge that he was giving her a dose of her own medicine. She emptied more lotion into her hand and continued her journey up her leg, her strokes becoming more rapid and aggressive.
Jed savored every moment of the vision of flesh that was revealed as she bent forward to get to hard-to-reach spots. The short black satin robe she wore crept upward exposing her rear gently pressed against the translucent material of her panties. When she changed positions slightly, the "V" formed by the robe's opening hung low, uncovering the previously sheltered flimsy bra that barely restrained her perky breasts.
Jed snapped the elastic of his pants just to get her attention. He knew he succeeded when, despite her refusal to face him, her head jerked slightly at the sound. She held her breath listening to his next move, which she was sure would be the removal of the pajamas.
Her eyes opened to catch a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror. His pants hit the ground, but his body remained perfectly still and upright. He stepped in front of them and bent forward to pick them up. She knew he took his time so she could enjoy the view. She snuggled a few obtrusive strands of hair behind her ear so her piercing gaze could settle on his backside.
He stood back up and flung his pants overtop his shirt. She swung her leg down off the chair and approached him, manipulatively untying the belt that loosely bonded the shiny robe. She let it slip down her arms, catching it with her left hand and tossing it to the chair behind her.
Their bodies approached one another, each breathing harder with every second of anticpiation. She cupped her hands on his rear and pulled him up towards her, his skin now grazing hers.
"So you never told me what happened when you talked to Leo," she said softly.
"You really want to discuss that now?"
There was that hint of a smile that always touched his heart as she shook her head. "No."
Her fingers slipped between his skin and the elastic of his briefs, tugging on them until they fell. He stepped out of the material wrapped around his ankles and led her to the bed. She pushed him down on the mattress and stood above him while she unhooked her bra and dropped it onto his chest. She followed her panties to the ground, noticing his body straining to fold in his desire to watch.
The mischievous spark in her eye quickly gave away her intentions. Her lips took in the moisture of his mouth while her fingers lightly caressed his chest. He reached for the condom drawer next to the bed, but she gently smacked his wrist, holding him back.
"You're not using anything."
"I know," she assured him with an intimate implication that he understood all too well.
She lowered her body onto his, raising his arm above his head and brushing his wrist lightly along the bedpost. Tied securely around him, her bra provided an erotic yet suitable restraint for one wrist. The other was bound to the other post with the panties she had just removed. It was less secure, but she didn't care. She had no interest in seriously constricting his movements. It was the idea of domination that always turned him on.
"You remember our safe word?" she whispered to him as she slid down his body.
Jed nodded even though he realized he wouldn't need it. The sheer undergarments she had used would snap in a single tug. Still, he played along, eager to let her take the lead, at least for a while.
Her tongue trailed down his chest, leaving traces of wet kisses on his skin. Knowing Jed as well as she did, she turned her back to him, straddling his stomach and allowing him an opportunity to admire her rear. Just as she expected, his erection swelled a bit more. She laughed silently, feeling the sexual power she had over him at this very moment.
She coiled her hand around his penis and massaged it gently. With his concentration clearly on Abbey's captivating moves as she smoothly guided him inside her, he found the strength to carefully and silently release himself from the bedposts. Their bodies moved in one rhythmic motion with Abbey controlling the thrusts until Jed startled her by grabbing onto her hips, causing her face to dip between his thighs and giving him the upper-hand. He squirmed his way towards the head of the bed never removing himself from the warm depths of her entrance as he pulled her along.
At the slight whimper that escaped her lips, he leaned down over her back. "Are you okay?"
"Mmm hmm."
He pressed his lips into her back before sitting up and positioning her thighs over his hips to continue the thruss he had forced himself to stop when she cried out. Once he got a good hold, he leaned forward and wrapped his fingers around her lower body, massaging the nub of flesh that was barely scraping against the sheets and igniting the passion that seeped from inside.
He slowed his own movement in anticipation of her climax. She tightened around him, her forehead buried in the pillow just above her, barely propping her face up from the mattress. A final thrust was all it took to spark the inevitable explosion that caused both their bodies to vibrate against one another and completely lose control.
Jed fell limp on top of her, slipping out of her after a few minutes. He kissed the back of her shoulder and rolled himself over onto the other side of the bed. Abbey kept her head flat on the pillow, turning it slightly to rest her eyes on him.
The feel of his hand running down her back soothingly sent a chill up her spine. "That was fun."
"Tell me about it."
His hand rested under her forcing her to turn into his arms and closer to his body. "I love you so much," he said softly with a kiss to her forehead.
"I love you too, Jethro."
"Abigail..."
"Sorry," she replied with a smirk as she snuggled closer to him.
"So it looks like we made our decision about having another baby."
"Did we, or did I bully you into seeing it my way?" she asked.
"I do love it when you bully me." It all went back to domination.
"Seriously."
"Seriously? I think we should do it. I would love to have another baby with you."
Abbey moved closer as they shared a passionate kiss. He let go only to tilt her head on his chest as he played absently with her hair. "So about Leo..." she started.
"He's fine. I think Jenny is just overly concerned."
"You're sure?"
"I've known Leo for years. If he had a problem, he couldn't fool me."
"Okay."
He pulled away slightly causing her to raise her head and look at him. "What?"
"Nothing," she said, realizing he would want more. "It's just that Jenny doesn't usually worry unless there's reason to."
"I'm not saying he doesn't drink. I'm saying she may be making a little too much out of it...it's like you nagging me about my smoking."
She uncradled herself from his arms and sat up. "It's bad for you."
"I know that's what you think..."
"It's not just what I think, it's what the Surgeon General and countless medical professionals have found."
"Don't get defensive. I'm just saying it's the same kind of thing with Leo and Jenny."
Abbey slid back down under the sheets. "Just remember what happened the last time you got snotty about the smoking thing."
"If you touch my cigarettes ever again..."
She silenced his teasing voice with a kiss to his lips, her hands gripped firmly on the sides of his face to hold him still as she opened her mouth to press herself harder into him. "What were you saying?" she asked after their lips reluctantly parted.
"I really have no idea."
The smell of her hair invaded his thoughts as she rested her head on his shoulder. "I'm not completely convinced about Leo, but you know him better than I do."
"Fatherhood will be good for him."
"As long as he doesn't fall into the same trap you did."
His chin hit his chest and his eyes burned into hers with confusion. "What?"
"With Lizzie."
"What trap?"
"Letting your little girl get away with murder." She was still smiling, unaware that her words wounded his sensitive emotions when it came to his daughter.
"That isn't true."
"Of course it is. You never stand up to her, you do whatever she wants and she walks all over you. Just like the thing with the dress. You went out and bought it for her, even though we had told her she couldn't have it at the time."
She was right, of course. He realized that. "I can't help it."
"I know you can't. She turns her baby blue eyes in your direction and you melt."
He nodded agreeably. "Yeah."
Abbey realized it was because of his own upbringing and all the insecurities his father provoked that Jed was such a pushover when it came to Elizabeth. It tugged at her heartstrings every time she witnessed her husband in an emotional merry-go-round, debating how to handle disciplining the sometimes-rambunctious little girl. He was silently grateful that she'd always interfere, knowing that taking the pressure off him helped to alleviate his fear of rejection.
But actually confronting him with his hasty acceptance of Liz's behavior was a completely different story.
He ripped the sheets that covered his legs and hopped out of bed. Abbey followed his lead, placing her hand over his shoulder in an effort to comfort him. Her touch always brought him to his knees, causing him to forget his stirred feelings. He put his hand over hers, rubbing her fingers lovingly.
"I just don't want to ever disappoint her."
"I'll tell you a secret," she said playfully.
He cocked his head back and replied with a hint of a laugh. "What?"
"I kind of like that about you."
He spun around to face her. "You just said..." he started.
"I said you fell into a trap. Our daughter cast a spell on you the day she was born and you have yet to find a way to reverse it." His eyes wandered as he absorbed her words. She dipped a finger under his chin to turn his gaze back towards her. "That doesn't mean I don't love watching you try."
And with those simple words, he remembered why he fell in love with her. Every day she gave him new reasons to cherish all the years they had known one another, but nothing convinced him of her love more than her understanding, supportive nature. She knew when to ask questions and when answers just weren't necessary. The air of warmth that seemed to always linger around her completely enveloped him.
He folded his arms around her as she rested her chin against his shoulder. Her strands of auburn hair lightly frayed around his lips and with a breath of "Thank you," gently blew away.
TBC
