bthis becomes a little sexual for a few moments, but nothing much just the basic idea that they're about to you know have sex, they don't get any further than kissing however./b
"Jonathan, have you noticed anything unusual about Kara?" Later that evening while they were getting ready for bed.
"You mean beyond the usual abnormal behavior?" He joked as he stripped off his shirt. She smiled gently.
"Seriously honey, I'm worried about her."
"In which ways?"
"She hasn't eaten in...I don't even remember the last time she ate with us, she moves the food around on her plate. Meanwhile Clark's been under a lot of pressure, something's still bothering him too, I really don't think he's gotten over that boy."
"Martha, I still haven't gotten over...Martha, when you watch someone die and knew you could have stopped it, you never really get over it."
"Jonathan, that was over thirty years ago," Jonathan sat down on the bed and grasped her hands in his.
"I know that...Martha I watched a friend, one of my closest put a gun to his head and pull the trigger, Clark watched a boy step in front of the car and get killed. Either way it's a horrendous thing to live through. I'll talk to Clark tomorrow; we'll get down to the bottom of everything, and you get to talk to our moody daughter."
"Oh god, here's something I haven't thought of yet," she whispered. Jonathan smiled as she rolled into his arms and sighed.
"What's that?"
"She's getting to the point where she's going to be PMSing soon."
"Oh God, we're doomed," he chuckled as he pulled her close. She smiled and leaned back against him, he moved slightly, leaning his head against her's. Martha continued to gently rub the arms that were wrapped around her waist.
"Life feels so perfect right now," she whispered gently.
"It's never felt more right, the perfect children, the perfect wife," sighing he pulled her closer, "you and me, we make a great team."
"Do we ever," Martha whispered turning and kissing him. At first it was an innocent kiss. Jonathan's hands moved up her back, pulling her closer. She leaned forward and kissed him... a long, lingering, loving kiss that hinted of wonderful things to come. He wrapped his arm around her waist and drew her closer, positioning her beneath him. He paused a minute to look at her beloved face.
Twenty years had changed them both a little. He was going gray at the temples, Martha had a few tiny lines at the corner of her eyes and a stray gray hair or two. But her eyes were still the same beautiful blue, with a suggestion of mischief and merriment right below the surface. He loved her more than ever because he knew her better than ever. But she still had the capacity to surprise him, and though their life was rather routine; it was never dull.
He enjoyed making love to her as much as he had when they were newlyweds...more, if the truth was told. He knew her body as well as his own and she had come to understand and rejoice in her own passionate nature. Familiarity had not taken the edge off their love life. It had enhanced it. Now he knew exactly how to get a response from her...where to touch, to kiss, to stroke. And her reaction never failed to inflame him further. She welcomed his advances. In all the years of their marriage she had rarely turned him down. His only regret was that with five children had decreased the frequency of their encounters, but that was to be expected he supposed.
It was ironic. Jonathan loved making babies with his wife, but the more children they had, the less time there was for their love life. It was like a mathematical equation. The number of romantic interludes they had was inversely proportional to the number of children they had. The kids were a natural kind of birth control. Martha was a doting mother and an amazing housekeeper. She was so tired some nights he didn't have the heart to ask anything of her. She was asleep almost as soon as she pulled up the covers, having expended the last of her energy on a hasty goodnight kiss. And on those nights when she seemed more lively, they were often interrupted by one of the children, whose requests ran the compass from, "I want a drink of water" to "I have a stomach ache", to "I had a bad dream. I'm scared. Can I sleep in here with you?"
"I suppose we could start here," she said as her eyes closed and she planted her lips tenderly on his. They kissed gently, sweetly for a while, taking their time and enjoying the delightful sensations they could arouse in each other. She broke away and placed kisses on his cheeks, his eyelids, his chin, his neck.
"My turn," he whispered, as he proceeded to kiss her face in a similar fashion.
"You're a better student than you give yourself credit for," she sighed softly, as he found the pulse in her throat and covered it gently with his lips. Suddenly she was aware that he had stopped playing the game. His mouth came down on hers with more force and determination. Her lips parted at his insistence and their tongues danced together. He slipped an arm under her to bring her closer. Their breathing accelerated.
Martha suddenly jumped when she heard the pounding on their door. She instantly pushed her husband away, suddenly thankful that whoever it was at least knocked before barging in while they were halfway through...another child.
"What?" Jonathan asked as he looked confused. "What's the matter?"
"Someone's knocking at the door," Martha answered him, pulling back.
"Just a minute," she called out.
Instantly Jonathan cursed quietly, Martha's eyes popped, unable to believe he had just said that. Jonathan had been good about controlling his language when Clark had come into their lives.
"Jonathan!" She bit.
"I'm sorry, but I..." He growled slightly and hurried to the door. Katie stood at the door, her favorite stuffed animal pressed closely to her side, tears filling her eyes as she looked up at her daddy. "What's wrong honey?" He asked kneeling down to her eye level.
"I had a nightmare, can I sleep with you," He instantly hung his head, looking over at his wife, "why don't you go talk to Clark?" The tiny girl looked past her father at her mother, face starting to crumble.
"Come here baby," she said holding out her arms. The little girl instantly ran past her father and hurried onto the bed and into her mommy's arms. Martha looked at her husband over their child's hands and glared at Jonathan. She quickly mouthed something to him and continued to comfort her baby.
"Maybe I should go sleep with Clark," muttered Jonathan as he moved over to the bed and sat down, "come here precious," he whispered pulling her into his arms. She cuddled close to him, as though she were a baby again. Martha grinned as his sweet voice filled her ears.
"Christopher robin and I walked along
As the branches lit up by the moon
Posing our questions to owl and Eyore
As our days disappeared all too soon
But I wandered much farther today than I should
And I can't seem to find my way back to the woods
So help me if you can I've got to get
Back to the house at pooh corner by one
You'd be surprised there's so much to be done
Count all the bees in the hive
Chase all the clouds from the sky
Back to the days of Christopher robin and pooh
Winnie the pooh doesn't know what to do
Got a honey jar stuck on his nose
Now he came to me asking help and advice
And from here no one knows where he goes
So I sent him to ask of the owl if he's there
How to loosen a jar from the nose of a bear
So help me if you can I've got to get
Back to the house at pooh corner by one
You'd be surprised there's so much to be done
Count all the bees in the hive
Chase all the clouds from the sky
Back to the days of Christopher robin and pooh
So help me if you can I've got to get
Back to the house at pooh corner by one
You'd be surprised there's so much to be done
Count all the bees in the hive
Chase all the clouds from the sky
Back to the days of Christopher robin
Back to the ways of Christopher robin
Back to the ways of pooh," his silky voice has lulled their little angel right to sleep, and Martha smiled as she leaned against his shoulder, her own world soon becoming filled with dreams.
Jonathan paused and looked down at his wife, he smiled and pulled the covers up over himself, their youngest daughter, and Martha. Sighing he pressed a kiss to both their heads and closed his eyes.