A/N: Here I am to save the daaaaaay! :sings: Sorry. I was having a moment. :grins: ANYway, I'm bored and I'm on my lunch break so I decided to write this now instead of later.
Disclaimer: The song is not mine; it's by Brave Saint Saturn.
WARNING: This is a lemon. Okay? LEMON! Say it with me now. Leh-mon. If you can honestly say these next sentences, then keep scrolling down and read the story.
"I like smutty sex scenes. I can handle reading this and I'm not an idiot who is just scrolling down before reading the warning so that if I don't want to read this, I won't get freaked out and say mean things in a review."
Oki doki now?
EPILOGUE
Fourth of July
A YEAR AND A HALF LATER…
They walked into his parents' house quietly, grinning and shaking their heads. Tim Turner stretched and looked around. 'I wish Mom and Dad were here so I could tell them.' He thought a little sadly.
"Where are your parents, babe?" Tootie asked, poking him in the side.
"Second Honeymoon." He replied sighing.
"Aw man! I wanted to tell them." She pouted. Timmy laughed.
"Me, too." He said softly, examining the ring on her wedding finger. A pink diamond heart with emerald leaves set in white gold. He had saved for months to buy that thing! He felt giddy. Or maybe it was stupid. He couldn't be sure. He should have known she'd say yes. With the way they both mooned over one another, he was surprised she hadn't asked him first. "Do you wanna go watch the fireworks?" he asked quietly, taking her in his arms.
Instead of answering, she leaned her head on his shoulder and swayed to the tune she hummed.
One time on
the Fourth of July,
I went out to see the fireworks fly.
From a
hill I could see all the rockets as they flew
From the town below
me.
"I love you." She finally said after a moment.
"Why else would you have agreed to marry me?" he asked chuckling.
"Cause you're cute and we'd have great-looking kids." She said without batting a lash. He choked on his next sentence and she laughed. "No, Tim, there's no other reason why I'd marry you. I love you. And that's enough."
"I love you, too, baby." He murmured, nuzzling the side of her face before kissing her.
Bombs bursting in the air,
She kissed him back with such force he nearly stumbled back. His fingers dove into her hair and gasped while her mouth ravaged his. Color flashed behind his closed eyelids and her hands snuck under his shirt to rub the bare skin of the small of his back.
The crowd
cheered with every flare,
In the distance the clouds were cracking
and flashing,
Mountains shaking with every explosion.
They both jumped apart; frightened when a loud explosion was heard and colorful lights sparkled outside. They stared in awe out the window and watched a few more burst and shine. It was beautiful. It was more than a simple bang and pretty sparkles with oohing crowds beneath. It was a tribute to mankind.
I remembered
thinking that night,
As I looked into the sky,
More than
pyrotechnics meets the eye.
"You wanna go outside and watch?" Timmy asked his fiancée.
She looked at him in such a way it had his stomach jittering. "Why don't we make our own fireworks?" she suggested saucily. He swallowed thickly, wondering where his sweet innocent girlfriend went. They had never made love, though they'd had the chance several times. They had both agreed that neither was ready.
"W-what do you mean?" he asked, eyes wide with nervousness, other parts coming alive in anticipation. She walked toward him and touched a hand to his cheek.
"I'm ready. Are you? If you're not, I won't push. But I want you, Timmy. More than I ever have." She said. He lowered his head to hers and captured her lips in a soft kiss. Her heart fell in disappointment.
"I'm ready, too." He said quietly, pushing her gently up against the wall in the living room. He kissed her before she could ask the question that popped into her head.
"I forgot what I wanted to say." She whispered as he trailed his lips down to her throat.
"And in a minute, you'll forget everything." He whispered back, nipping gently at her pulse. It hammered against his lips and he inhaled deeply, getting drunk on the scent she permeated.
And the fireworks fly,
His hand slithered up her blouse and shivered when the muscles of her stomach trembled. "Timmy, I-" she gasped as his hand trailed lightly over her lace-clad breasts. He withdrew his hand and picked her up suddenly, extracting a surprised yelp from her.
"Bed. Our first time should be in a bed." He said, groaning when she nibbled at his collarbone while he carried her to his room. He thanked the powers that be he had remembered to clean his room the night before.
And the fireworks fall,
He set her down gently on his comforter and knelt to remove her tennis shoes and socks. She smiled at how sweet that small gesture seemed to be and laughed when he kicked his shoes expertly across the room and pounced the spot of blanket next to her. Tim smiled at her and pulled her close. Just holding her for a moment.
But I have seen the best of all.
She pulled away and thrust her shirt up and off. He blinked and stopped her before she could unsnap her bra. He pushed her shoulders lightly, laying her down before him and stared at her, her raven locks spread about her like dark wings. His heart beat loudly in his ears and his breath shuddered out once before he steadied himself and kissed her again and again until they were both breathless and wanting.
He kissed down to her throat again and nibbled his way up to her earlobe, suckling it into his mouth. He trailed hot wet kisses all down her body. From the curve of her breasts to the waistband of her jeans. His tongue darted out and laved underneath the waistband, her stomach clenching and unclenching with the strength to not cry out. He tugged at her belt loops and she lifted her hips obligingly. After unbuttoning the garment, he slid it down and off and tossed it haphazardly to the floor.
To him, she was the most beautiful of God's creations… not that he had religion of any kind, but he believed only a god could imagine and make such a perfect being. And damn, those curves certainly were heavenly.
And it's
true,
After every charge is through,
I can still hear the
thunder call.
He shrugged out of his shirt and lay down next to her. "You are so beautiful." He said quietly. "So wonderfully sweet and kind. What would I do without you?" Her eyes watered at such tender words and all she could think to do was hold him. He snuggled closer to her and rubbed his hand down to cup her bottom, pulling her tightly against him. She moaned softly her core grinding against his groin. He reached down and touched her, causing her to jerk against him and tremble.
'She's so wet!' he thought, groaning. He reached under the elastic band of her panties and stroked her, causing her to moan slightly louder and rub up against him like a kitten in heat. He gently slid one and then two fingers inside her. Her cry was muffled against his chest.
Glitter bombs
turn pasty pale,
Under five-mile electric trails,
He groaned again and felt himself harden completely as she rode his hand. He tore off her bra impatiently and leaned down to suck a rosy peak into his mouth. She came hard and continued to tremble as he quickly removed his clothing.
Soaring skies
and lofty Sierras,
Never looked quite as good in the pictures.
Before he could climb on top of her, she knocked him onto his back and straddled his knees. She surprised him to no end with her unabashed exploration of him. Kissing and licking everywhere before coming to his throbbing member. She lapped at the tip quickly once and his breath caught.
"Are you gonna do what I thi-ink-" he lost his breath again as her velvet mouth enveloped him. He breathed hard and fast, his lungs nearly bursting with the desperation for air. She sucked hard a few times and slowed down. The she quickened and he gripped the bed sheets tightly, moaning again.
Neon flickers
in the haze,
Billboards set to catch our gaze,
So much
noise,
Nothing holds our attention,
It has all been done
before.
"Now. Please, now." He begged, reaching into his nightstand for a condom. She stopped him before he could open the foil packet.
"We've both been tested." She said quietly. He nodded. "We're both clean." Again a nod. "I'm on birth control. I don't wanna ruin the feel of you inside me with rubber. I've been waiting for this." His jaw dropped and she grinned, trailing a single fingertip down his shaft.
"Anything you say, my love." He whispered hoarsely. He switched their positions so that he was on top.
So let the
rockets sparkle and fade,
Let the streamers fill the sky,
More
than pyrotechnics meets the eye.
"I love you." Tootie said quickly and flashed a grin. He leaned down and kissed her.
"I love you, too." He replied. "I'm sorry if this hurts." And with that, she held him to her entrance and moaned when he quickly thrust inside, breaking her maidenhead. He paused, his heart hurting as a single tear slid down her face.
She tried a giggle and looked up at him. "Ouch." She said matter-of-factly. He breathed out a sigh of relief and smiled down at her. "It only hurt a little." She said softly, urging his hips to move.
"Praise be for small miracles." He said making her smile. He pulled back and thrust forward once and she moaned long and deep. "Okay, I believe you." He said and continued. He held back as long as he could, but it just felt so good.
Trembles built up her body until she shuddered, tightening around him, and cried out his name. That was the last straw. He came, pumping into her wildly, and moaned something incomprehensible.
And the fireworks fly,
"I love you so much, Tootie." He said breathlessly, collapsing next to her.
"I love you, too, Timmy." She murmured, her words slurred. He blinked at her blearily and yawned.
"You're not going to sleep, are you?" he asked, feeling exhaustion tugging at him.
"Naw, course not." She said, getting more comfortable with her head pillowed on his chest.
"Good. Me neither." He mumbled, wrapping his arms around her.
"We'll wash the sheets tomorrow." She said so quietly, he almost missed it.
"Yup. There'll be plenty t'morrows." He yawned again and let his eyes drift shut.
"Mmm-hmm. Lots." She agreed. Both drifted off to sleep, tangled together, and smiling softly.
And the
fireworks fall,
But I have seen the best of all.
And it's
true,
After every charge is through,
I can still hear the
thunder call.
THE END
A/N:So, what did you think? It was rushed, I know. But my break's over and I'm writing this on company time. Oops! Heh heh, anyway, please feel free to R&R! …..BLAH!
