Chapter 22: I Am The Fire
December 15th, 2013 - 0430 (4:30 am)
"I'm going to run the pregnancy test today," Rachel whispered as she ran her fingers over Tom's chest. She was playing absently with his chest hair, enjoying the feeling of his warm skin beneath her fingers.
"Okay. Do you want me to be there when you do?" He asked, his own fingers running up and down her arm.
"Yes, if you can manage it. I'd love to have you there with me."
Tom kissed her head, and then nodded. "Then I'll be there."
"Thank you."
They had woken up early that morning due to a nightmare, and hadn't been able to fall back to sleep.
Tom had, once again, dreamt about Rachel dying. She'd woken up to him thrashing in the bed, gasping and crying out in his sleep. When he'd woken up, he'd held her and cried for several minutes, letting her warm skin and soft breath and kind words soothe him.
Tom groaned now for an entirely different reason as Rachel began to drag her hand further down his chest to his stomach. She played with the darker, softer hair at the bottom of his naval, dipping her finger underneath the band of his briefs and running it back and forth.
"Tease," he muttered, and she grinned, chuckling.
"It's only teasing if I don't intend to follow through," Rachel said as she turned in his arms, kissing his cheek.
Tom closed his eyes with another groan, letting her have her way with him. The room was dark and warm as Rachel pushed the blanket off of them and to the foot of the bed. She settled herself over him, one hand on his chest and the other playing with the waistband of his boxer briefs.
Tom reached up to touch her, to maybe take off her top or tease her in return, but she clicked her tongue, shaking her head.
"Not today, Captain Chandler," she said breathily. She reached up and took his hands, positioning them on the pillow at the head of the bed. He wrapped his fingers around the edge of the headboard. "Can you keep your hands there, or do I need to tie you up?"
Tom grunted, feeling himself harden in response to her soft voice and commanding words, but he didn't answer, didn't realize he needed to.
"I asked if you can be good, Captain," she said, and leaned down to nibble on his chin, flicking out her tongue to taste his salty skin.
Tom nodded, and gripped the headboard tighter. "Yeah. Yes, I can," he said, and she grinned.
"Good. Now, don't move your arms until I tell you you're allowed to."
Tom nodded again, unable to speak or even really think. He had always been the one in charge, and seeing her on top of him, telling him what to do while she teased him, was hot.
It was really fucking hot.
"Oh, God, Rachel," he groaned as she moved again, settling herself on his hips. He could feel the warmth of her center over his erection through her thin, lace panties. He was fully hard now, aching.
"Don't worry, babe," she said, smiling as she worked her way down his chest with her tongue and fingers. "I'll give you what you need." She dipped her fingers into his waistband again, but this time eased the cloth down over his hips, down his toned, muscled legs, and then off. She tossed them to the side, not really caring where they landed, and scooted down his body until she was sitting between his legs, her hands and face level with his groin.
"Do you know," she said, running one finger from the base of his cock to the tip. He was hard, the head red and pulsing. She saw a bead of precum glisten and run down the side of his cock and couldn't help herself. She leaned down and licked it away, grinning as he twitched against her lips. "I really love going down on you. You're so big, and I want to take all of you in my mouth. I want to feel you in my throat for days."
Tom was certain that she was going to be the death of him if she kept this up. Thankfully, she took pity on him and carefully took him into her wet, warm mouth, wrapping her hand around the bottom of his length where she couldn't fit him.
"Can I-" Tom tried to speak, but cut himself off with a loud moan as she pressed the tip of her tongue in the slit of his cock and sucked hard. He panted, biting his own lip to keep himself from thrusting up into her mouth. She lifted her head, letting his length slip out of her mouth. She licked her swollen lips as she stared up at him, her cheeks flushed and her eyes glassy, and he almost came right then.
"Can you what, love?" she asked, and Tom took a few deep, gasping breaths in before he could respond.
"Can I put my hands in your hair?" he asked breathlessly, and she nodded enthusiastically before taking him back in her mouth. He loosened his grip on the headboard and then tangled first one, then both of his hands in her hair. He remembered what she had said several days ago, you can pull on my hair if you want to, and he gave a gentle, experimental tug. She moaned loudly and he could feel the vibration run from his groin all the way down to his toes.
"God, you're so fucking hot," he said, bucking up into her mouth a little and tugging on her hair again. He was still being careful, pulling just hard enough to make her moan. He needed to feel those vibrations around his cock again.
Rachel tilted her head up to meet Tom's eyes, and then slipped her hand off of the bottom of his cock before trying to take him further into her mouth. She swallowed a few times when he hit the back of her throat, suppressing her gag reflex and taking him in further. She could feel her eyes watering, and breathed carefully through her nose until she could feel the curly hairs at the base of his cock tickling her chin. She swallowed around his length, loving the feeling of being so full, before pulling off with a gasp. She immediately returned her hand to his cock, stroking him from base to tip while she breathed, and then took the tip back in her mouth, running her tongue around the head and sucking hard.
Tom pulled on her hair again, thrusting his hips up to chase the warm, wet feel of her mouth.
Rachel moaned as he hit the back of her throat. He was swollen and hot and pulsing, so close to the edge he didn't know if he could hold off any longer.
"I'm close, baby," he gasped, and she hummed around him, reaching out to cup his balls in her hand. She rolled them gently across her fingers, and when he tugged on her hair to warn her that he was going to come, she moaned and took him deeper, swirling her tongue around him once, twice more before he moaned loudly, bucking his hips up and pressing into the back of her throat. She groaned along with him, loving the warmth and saltiness that spread across her tongue as he came.
Tom moved one hand from her hair and dropped it across his eyes, panting, as he came down from his high.
Rachel kept licking at his length as he softened, until he had to reach down and haul her up and into a passionate kiss. He could taste himself in her mouth, and his cock gave a valiant twitch, though he wasn't going to be able to get hard again so quickly.
He reached out and stripped off Rachel's shirt, tossing it off the end of the bed, so he could caress her warm skin.
"Give me a second to catch my breath and I'll return the favor," he said, and Rachel hummed as she pressed her forehead against his.
"Can I tie you up next time?" she asked, and he groaned.
"You're going to kill me," he said, and she giggled.
"I like being in charge sometimes," she admitted, and he smiled, moving his hands to her hips and flipping their positions. She laid in surprise against the sheets, her cheeks flushed and her hair a wild mess on the pillow beneath her as he began to kiss and lick from her throat to her chest.
"That was hot," he admitted.
"So is that a yes to tying you up?" she asked, and he nipped the top of her breast, making her squeal as he continued his path down her body. "It's not a no, then," she gasped, and he grunted his agreement before taking one of her nipples into his mouth. She stopped talking then, tangling one hand in his hair as she used the other to reach down and play with the nipple he wasn't laving attention upon.
"Please," she gasped, and he relented, moving his mouth from her chest and nibbling a path down her stomach until he reached her panties. He pulled the waistband of the red lace, letting it snap against her skin. She squealed at the sharp sting, and then moaned as he quickly tugged them down her legs. She immediately spread her thighs, letting her legs fall open, and he breathed in the scent of her arousal.
Tom didn't waste any more time, leaning forward and burying his face in her curls. He darted his tongue out, tasting her, and groaned. The hand in his hair tightened, and he smirked, pressing his nose to her sensitive clit before pressing his tongue inside of her. Her hips bucked up, and he reached out, placing one strong arm over her belly, holding her down.
"Please," she groaned, and he obliged. He reached his other hand to press into the marks on her thighs that had been healing before he had deepened them again the night before. He had spent a long time sucking and biting the skin to bring the bruises back to a rick, dark purple color, and now he enjoyed pressing them, knowing that each touch to the sensitive bruises just added to her pleasure. The hand that had been holding her hips down moved to join his tongue, pressing a finger inside of her. He slid in easy, as wet as she was, and he quickly pressed a second finger in beside the first. She moaned, rolling her hips to match the movement of his hand.
By now, Tom knew exactly what she liked, and he spent several minutes pumping his fingers in and out slowly as he wrapped his lips around her clit, sucking and rolling the bud back and forth with his tongue.
"Tom," Rachel moaned, and he grinned against her. "Tom, please, I'm so close," she panted, rolling her own nipple between her thumb and forefinger, tugging to feel the split second of pain that went straight to her core.
Tom hummed, and then sucked harder, pressing his fingers into one particularly large bruise he had sucked into the juncture of her pelvis and thigh, and she came with a shout, pulling his hair and throwing her head back against the pillow.
"Fuck, yes!" she shouted, and Tom chuckled against her as he began to kiss a path back up her belly.
"Can you go again?" He asked, and she nodded as she felt him against her thigh, already hard again.
"Yes, please, I want to feel you inside of me," she said, and Tom captured her lips in a hungry kiss as he laid down on his back and pulled her to sit on top of him again. She grinned, wiggling delightedly as she settled herself on top of him.
"We need to find some damn birth control soon," she gasped as she took his length into her hand and lined him up. "I want you to come inside of me. I love the feeling of you coming inside of me," she said, biting her lip as she lowered herself down.
"Yeah. Yes, we should do that," he agreed, though he knew it was unlikely that they would.
"If I'm pregnant, you can come inside me and it won't matter," she gasped, rocking back and forth as he bottomed out inside of her. She could feel him everywhere, her thighs shaking as she began to move.
Tom found that he liked that image a lot. He liked the idea of her on top of him, like she was now, but with her belly softly rounded with their child. He would make love to her so softly, would press one hand to their child as he came inside of her.
Oh fuck, he was going to come now if he didn't stop thinking about it.
"That would be hot," he decided, and Rachel giggled as she nodded in agreement, speeding up her movements on top of him.
"I also want to tie you up while I do this sometime," she said, and leaned forward to brace herself on his chest, and lifted up almost all of the way before falling back down. She could feel every inch of him. "Tie you up and do whatever I want to you."
Tom liked that idea too. But, "only if I get to return the favor."
"Yes please," she gasped, and then he couldn't take it anymore. He grasped her hips, holding her pelvis tight to his as he flipped their position. Once she was underneath him, he used his hands to spread her thighs wide, opening her up to him, and continued to move in and out of her pliant body.
"Harder," she gasped, and he obliged, putting more force behind his movements as he thrust inside her. "Harder. I'm close, love."
Tom groaned, leaning down and kissing her. He gave Rachel what she wanted, one hand on her hip and the other brushing over her belly as he pounded into her, their hips meeting forcefully as he ground his body into hers.
Moments later, she was coming around his cock, her moan swallowed up in his kiss.
"Oh shit," Tom grunted, and quickly pulled out before coming over Rachel's stomach. He groaned, using his own hand to prolong his pleasure, and then collapsed on top of Rachel when he was finished.
She giggled breathlessly beneath him, and then pressed her palms to his chest, shoving him over so she could curl on top of him.
"I'm all sticky now," she complained, but Tom just hummed.
"We have to get up and make ourselves presentable anyway," he said. "There's no lock on this damn door."
"Fine. But if you want to join me in the shower you're going to have to hurry," Rachel said as she sat up and crawled out of the bed, being careful not to get any of their combined mess on his sheets. "The kids could wake up any time."
Tom grinned, hopping out of bed and grabbing his boxers to follow her to the bathroom.
December 15th, 2013 - 0800 (8:00 am)
By 0800, they had dropped the kids off in their makeshift classroom and had walked down to the lab together. They kept a professional amount of space between them in the p-ways, though Rachel wanted very much to hold Tom's hand.
It was one thing to fantasize about being pregnant in the heat of the moment, but in reality she was very nervous.
She knew the chances were low but still felt anticipation bubbling in her stomach.
"Hey," Tom said gently as they entered the lab. "Whatever it says, we're in this together."
"Right. I'm not scared, necessarily. Just nervous."
"Me, too. But like I said, I would be happy if it were positive," Tom reminded her. "I know that we haven't been together that long, and that some might think we're moving too fast. But there are some things you just know, and I know that I love you and that we're going to be together for a very, very long time. So whether it's now that we have a baby, or in five years, I will love them and you the same."
"I love you, too," Rachel said, and then grabbed and squeezed his hand briefly before gathering her supplies and sitting down in her desk chair.
They were alone in the lab, Bertrise and Quincy sleeping since Rachel typically took the day shift.
She quickly drew her own blood and started the test, and then sat back, wringing her hands together.
"Will Sam and Ashley be upset, do you think, if it's positive?" she asked.
Tom thought for a second, and then said, "They might be confused, but I don't think they'll be upset. They both love you. Ideally, it would be a while before we introduced them to the idea of a new baby brother or sister. In a perfect world, they would have a little more time to grieve their mother and come to terms with our new little family. But whatever happens, we will deal with it together."
Rachel blew out a breath and nodded.
"Yeah. Yes, we will face it together."