MOMENTS SO DEAR
NOVEMBER PART ONE:
WEDDING ANNIVERSARY
NOTE: THIS CHAPTER RATED M
NOVEMBER 9
As soon as Kate steps through the apartment door, all hell breaks loose.
Between the three-year-old slamming into her legs and the exasperated look on her husband's face, not to mention the disaster zone that this morning was the living room, she can tell that Rick's text about it being a hell of a day hadn't been an exaggeration.
She'd wanted nothing more than to be home today, their wedding anniversary, but even Rick's whispered plea as they'd lain in bed could change the fact that she'd had to go in. Her rapidly growing belly and perpetually swollen ankles couldn't do it, either.
She's supposed to be taking it easy - she's already 36 weeks along, and carrying twins has taken a toll on her - but thanks to her post-maternity leave promotion, she's been interviewing potential replacements to captain the Twelfth. She'll probably have to choose between Ryan and Esposito, a decision she's dreading already, but there had been several interviews scheduled for today, and she hadn't been given the option to conduct them from home.
"What's wrong, baby girl?" she murmurs, cupping the back of her daughter's head.
Lily sniffles, her face buried in Kate's leg. "Daddy's mean," she wails.
Kate glances up just in time to see the man in question roll his eyes, and she runs her fingers through Lily's hair before nudging her off. "He's mean, huh?" she echoes, pressing her hand at the small of her back as she follows Lily into the apartment. "Why is Daddy mean?"
Rick snorts, and she shoots him a glare as she toes off her shoes, almost groaning in relief when she steps into her slippers.
"He just is!" Lily cries, retreating back to the living room.
Rick comes around the kitchen island and drapes an arm around Kate's shoulders, tugs her into his side. "I wouldn't let her have dessert before dinner," he explains, dropping a kiss to the top of her head.
Kate leans back and tilts her face up, and she smiles when Rick heeds her silent request and brushes his lips across hers. She curls her fingers around the back of his neck when he starts to pull away, and she hears the groan in the back of his throat when she slicks her tongue against his.
Oh, what she wouldn't give to be able to press her body against his, to throw her arms around him and let him hold her close. But her belly's been in the way now for some time, and even though the late stage of her pregnancy has supposedly done nothing to abate his desire for her - as he'd proven just that morning with a very sexy wake-up call - they have to be mindful about their positions more than usual.
Rick slides his hand down her back to her ass, and he squeezes. "Later," he murmurs, his words laced with promise. "Go sit. I'll finish dinner, you relax."
"You need to relax too," she argues, squeezing his waist. "Especially if Lily was cranky all day."
"Oh," he chuckles. "She was. I'll join you after dinner." He tucks a stray lock of hair behind her ear and gives her a mischievous smirk. "Maybe we can get our little monster to bed early."
She grins. "I like the way you think. Need a hand with dinner?"
"Nope. Go."
Through no small miracle, they manage to get Lily through dinner and a bath with minimal fuss, and Kate reads to her while Rick cleans up the kitchen. Once Lily is in bed, her favorite stuffed frog in her arms, Kate makes her way downstairs, pausing at the bottom step to rub her lower back. It's been bothering her all day; not enough to be concerning, but a little more than usual.
She hears footsteps approach, and she glances up when familiar palms cup her hips. She offers a small smile, trying to alleviate the concern in her husband's eyes. "I'm okay," she assures him, "just tired."
Rick takes her hand and laces their fingers together as he guides her through the apartment. "Sit," he tells her, pointing to the couch.
She shakes her head and tugs his hand. "Can we just go to bed?"
He nods and follows her to their room, shuts the door, wraps his arms around her waist from behind. He rests his chin on her shoulder as he splays his hands across her belly, and he presses his lips to the side of her neck, slips one hand under her blouse. "Happy anniversary, love," he whispers.
She shivers, familiar heat unfurling between her legs, and she covers his hands with hers, helps him guide her shirt over her head. She turns in his arms just enough so she can kiss him, deepening it immediately, her fatigue forgotten as his tongue caresses hers and his hands cup her sensitive breasts.
She moves in front of him when he sits on the mattress, and he presses his mouth to her swollen belly, reverence in his touch even as he drags her leggings down her thighs. His mouth trails over the slope of her belly, and she cards her fingers through his hair, holds him to her as he peppers her skin with kisses.
His name falls from her lips when his fingers tease between her legs, dragging through her arousal, brushing against her clit for the briefest moment.
She gasps, her hips jerking, but he removes his hand from her, gazes up at her with dark eyes.
"Not yet," he husks, his voice almost a full octave lower than normal. He nudges her back so he can stand, and he quickly pulls his shirt over his head. He meets her gaze, his eyebrows lifting, and he grips the button of his jeans, slowly undoes it, lowers the zipper.
She steps out of her leggings and underwear when he hooks his thumbs in his waistband, and she watches as he draws his pants and boxers down his legs, his erection springing free.
She sits on the edge of the bed and lifts a brow, and he grins, taking the hint and moving in front of her. She curls her fingers around the base of his cock, and with her gaze locked on his, she drags her tongue along the shaft before fitting her lips around his head.
He groans, and his fingers bury themselves in her hair, gently guiding her as she licks and sucks, her hands on his ass, helping him move his hips. He doesn't thrust too hard or deep, knowing after the years together the perfect speed, the perfect rhythm, just how far she can go before he falls over the edge.
She feels him gently tug her hair, their signal that he's close, and she releases him, swirls her tongue around his head once more before managing to scoot back on the bed. She lays on her side and reaches for him as he joins her, and he cups her jaw, brushes his thumb across her cheek, his lips against hers.
She wants nothing more right now than for him to hover over her, to look in her eyes as he slides home, to press her into the mattress with his body. She can't be on her back, though, so she just cards her fingers through his hair and gets as close as she can.
"I love you," she murmurs, her lips brushing his as she speaks, and she feels his lips lift. "So, so much."
He slides his hand over the swell of her hip, curls his fingers around her thigh. "I love you, too. Marrying you was the best decision I've ever made."
"Yeah it was," she teases. She yelps when he pinches her ass, and he kisses her once more, nips her bottom lip before moving behind her.
He presses a kiss to her shoulder, and he trails his hand around her leg, teases her center with the tips of his fingers. She arches, lifting her leg enough so she can hook her ankle around his, gasps when his fingers slick through her sensitive folds.
"Rick," she almost whimpers, covering his hand with hers, wanting more, wanting everything.
His cock nudges her ass, and he shifts, guides it between her legs. He lifts her leg, parting her just enough that he can enter her, and they groan, his cock seemingly hitting every nerve ending in her core.
He begins to rock his hips, and they find their rhythm, slower than what she likes - and needs - but his fingers find her clit, and she gasps, the beginning tugs of an orgasm already rushing through her.
"Kate," he gasps, "I-"
"Me too." She reaches behind her, grips the back of his head even as he drops his mouth to her shoulder and grunts with his release.
Feeling him pulse inside her, his fingers relentless at her clit, his other hand reaching around to pinch her over-sensitive nipple, sends her flying. She cries out, her core spasming around him, and he groans, continues to thrust through her orgasm, an orgasm that seems to go on forever.
Finally she relaxes with a sigh, and she has to push his hand away, laces her fingers through his. Rick's breathing begins to slow, and she feels him relax behind her, probably drifting off to sleep. She feels herself start to follow, but she manages to get out of bed so she can clean up and brush her teeth.
She winces as she does, presses her free hand to her pelvis. She's definitely been more sensitive with this pregnancy, almost insatiable, and that plus her days going into work are finally catching up to her.
When she steps back into the bedroom and notices Rick, she has to pause and stare at him for a moment. He watches her all the time - she catches him all the time, too - and it's rare that she can return the favor. He's fast asleep, his head half on his pillow and half on hers, and she shakes her head and smiles, grabs one of his t-shirts to sleep in before joining him.
Rick jerks awake, scrapes his hand down his face as he sits up and looks around. He's alone, but something woke him, and when he hears his wife's footsteps approach, sees her concerned expression, he jumps out of bed.
"What's wrong?" he asks, tugging his boxers on.
Kate cradles her belly with her hands. "I think it's time."
TO BE CONTINUED…
A/N: This is part one of three of a November holiday mini-series. All three will be connected, centered around their anniversary, her birthday, and Thanksgiving. Although this one was rated M, the subsequent parts will not. Credit goes to Jenn for the brilliant idea. Any subpar execution is mine.
