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And So It Is
Chapter 18
I kissed Tristan on his fuzzy little head and bounced him softly on my knee. I can't believe it's been three months since he was born. He is the most amazing little thing and I am still in awe that I created him, well, mostly. Richard had little to do with creating him besides depositing his seed. I carried him around for 40 weeks, well almost the full 40 weeks. I was induced a little bit early. Anyways, the point is.. I think he's more mine than Richard's. Yes, he looks almost nothing like me and I have a nagging feeling that as he grows he is going to be a walking, talking replica of his father, but he's mine damnit and I never thought I could feel so much love for something I haven't known for very long.
He's the perfect little angel. Sleeping through the night completely, not fussy or whiny. A dream really. My mother keeps pressuring me to get a nanny to take care of him at night, but I don't want to do that. He's really no trouble at all. Everything is wonderful with Tristan. With Richard, it's another story all together.
Three months. Three long months since Tristan has been born. Richard and I have barely spoken, he's always 'away on business' or just plainly "away from me" as much as possible. Right after I had Tristan, Dr. Morgan told me no sex for at least six weeks. Six long weeks without Richard inside me, making passionate love to me. It's been more like twelve weeks. He is never at the home he had built for us, and when he is.. he conveniently falls asleep in his office or just plainly sleeps in one of the guest rooms.
I doubt it's my body he finds unappealing. I have lost all the baby weight from my pregnancy, and because I'm breastfeeding, my chest size has grown from 34 C to 36 D. But maybe, I am not what he wants. Maybe because I love him and I gave in to his demands of marrying, he isn't interested anymore. Maybe he just loves the chase and nothing else.
"The Elvis Syndrome!" I almost yelled. Rachel turned around and stared at me, still in the process of putting on her white thigh high stockings.
"What are you talking about?"
I sighed and blew a few strands of loose hair out of my eyes, "The Elvis Syndrome. You know, after Elvis married Priscilla, and she had little baby Lisa Marie... he never had sex with her again. Because she had his baby, he found her unattractive. I wonder if Richard has it. Since Tristan has been born he hasn't touched me and we barely talk. He's always away on business, probably sleeping with some of his whore bitches."
"Don't say that.." Rachel said and looked herself over in the mirror.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Did I say whore bitches? I meant loose lady friends who are rude and vile to those of the same sex."
Rachel rolled her eyes and pulled on her gown. Today was Rachel and Garfield's wedding. Rachel looked absolutely stunning in a Vera Wang lacy, form-fitting dress. It wasn't my personal style and I was a little shocked to find out that Rachel liked things so.. frilly, but it's her wedding, whatever makes her happy. I was the maid of honor, and I was going to be wearing a midnight blue backless, vintage Valentino dress. It's very tight and hugs all my curves and looks stunning on me. The bottom of the dress pooled out at my feet. Gorgeous. Not that it matters at the moment. I, of course, was still lounging about in my underwear, refusing to put on the dress until the last minute because if I know Tristan, as soon as I put it on, he will take that moment to either spit up or pee on me.
Not that I minded so much, I couldn't ever get mad at him.. I adore him.
I was going to see Richard today because he was Garfield's best man. The wedding and reception would probably be the most time we've spent together in months. I decided I was going to confront him. If he doesn't want to marry me then fine, but he shouldn't avoid his own son. I'm so completely sick of his hot/cold bullshit that I'm at the end of my rope.
"Where's my nephew?" Mandy barged into the room without knocking. I rolled my eyes and handed Tristan over to her open arms.
"Mandy how is it possible that you can get into locked hotel room doors?"
She shrugged and kissed Tristan on the nose, "I just have a knack for it. I'm keeping him for the weekend. You need to spend some time with your man!" She winked at me.
I rolled my eyes, "Yeah, okay."
"Help me with this tiara." The struggling Rachel pleaded, it looked like she got some of her gorgeous hair caught around it. I went over to her and helped her with it as Mandy left the room with a gurgling Tristan.
The wedding was being held in the gardens of the Wayne Hotel. Bruce offered, since he was basically like an uncle to Rachel, and he gave us a bunch of suites to prepare in. We were in one of the "honeymoon" suites, and it was done up in an array of mauves and beiges. Normally, Rachel detested those types of colors, but it seems nothing could get her down today. Which was good. She should be happy and if I do say so myself, Garfield is a fine starter husband.
"Do you take Rachel Roth to be your lawful wedded wife. In sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, in the good times and the bad, until death do you part?"
"I do."
I tried to block out the rest of the droning of the priest, my mind was elsewhere. Richard was staring at me, I could feel his gaze on me through his dark glasses. I refused to acknowledge him. Why should I? I have to admit he looked magnificent in his tux and black sunglasses. His body muscle was well defined through the jacket, and, my god, did I just want him to take me right here in front of everyone. It was insane really, how "boy-crazy" one girl could be... although I consider myself more "man-crazy" and just for one man in particular.. Richard Grayson.
I was snapped out of my inner musings by the fact that I was supposed to be walking down the aisle trailing behind Rachel and Garfield, who were now officially married and heading towards the reception. I followed, a little dazed, and put on my fake, dazzling smile for the crowd. I spotted my mother and father, both cooing over Tristan. I swear, I think they wished that Mandy and I were boys. I felt a tug on my arm and looked to my left to see Richard, still with his infamous black shades on, smiling that devilish smile.
"Smile for the cameras, baby."
I jabbed him hard, not hard enough for my tastes, in the ribs and smiled widely at the cameras. I heard him inhale sharply, and I knew I might have hurt him. Good. I sped up a little, trying to get away from him, but to no avail. His long legs easily kept up with me.
"We need to talk." His voice held authority with no room for objection.
Complete turn on.
I ignored him and kept walking, trying to get my mind off of him and how good he looked, and smelt, and felt by my side. I swear Richard Grayson makes me turn into some little nympho. I was never a big fan of blowjobs or anything like that, but for some reason.. even the thought of blowing Richard gets me all wet and excited. I mentally shook my head to clear my thoughts of such dirty, nasty things, but part of me didn't want to.
"Korina, I said we need to talk."
His voice was more forceful than before and I felt myself getting wetter by the second. He never used my full name unless he meant business. I absolutely loved it when he was demanding. I turned to him and gave him the best glare I could muster.
"Richard, I don't know what you are talking about, but I think it's best if we refrain from making a scene at your cousin's, my best friend's, wedding."
He grabbed my arm and pulled me aside, away from the crowds and cameras. He started walking at a brisk pace, dragging me along side him. I had to pull up and hold the bottom of my dress to refrain from tripping and falling into him.
"Can you slow down?" I asked without looking at him, still trying to gather the bottom of my dress. He pushed me into the elevator and pressed the button for the top floor. I rolled my eyes at him and brushed imaginary lint from my dress. I was brushing out imaginary wrinkles when the elevator stopped. I looked up expecting the doors to be open, but instead I saw that the emergency stop button was lit up and we were in between the 39th and 40th floor.
"What are you doing?" I asked, glaring at him and trying not to notice how unbelievably sexy he looked leaning against the mirrored walls of the elevator.
"We're going to talk."
I rolled my eyes and sighed, waiting for him to continue his little speech of whatever he was going to say. I held the bridge of my nose and closed my eyes. Whatever he was going to say couldn't be that bad right? I had it pretty much figured that he didn't want me anymore, so I wasn't going to cry. After a long, uncomfortable silence, I opened my eyes and looked at him. His glasses were off now and his bright blue eyes were fucking gorgeous.
I bit my lip and looked down, fiddling with my engagement ring.
"Look, Richard it's okay. I know you've changed your mind. I know you don't want to be with me or marry me or whatever and it's alright. You don't have to stay with me.." Before I could finish, his lips were on mine, his tongue licking and nipping at them. I, in turn, responded with something akin to fervor, sucking on his lips.. tasting the very essence of Richard Grayson.
My God was I so madly in love with him! Just being near him gives me butterflies, but kissing him.. loving him. Two words... fucking amazing. Yes, he can be a complete asshole more times than not. Yes, he is also a womanizer who probably could never be faithful. Yes, he is demanding and controlling. But I love the son of a bitch. I love him so much that I failed to realize when he took off my dress.
I snapped back to reality when he licked my collarbone and nudged my legs open with his knee. He was completely intoxicating and I have no idea how I was still standing.
"Kori, you're so stupid.." He murmured between nips and kisses against my braless chest, "I'm fucking crazy about you. I can't stop thinking about you for a moment."
I couldn't stop the moan that escaped me at his words. He always knew the perfect thing to say, it was part of the reason he was such a brilliant negotiator and businessman. I pulled and tugged at his bow tie, his jacket had come off sometime before I even realized what was happening. Impatiently I ripped open his shirt, popping a few buttons along the way and exposed his finely chiseled chest to my view.
His body is absolutely magnificent and I know I will never tire of it. His soft kisses over my heated skin was driving me mad. I leaned my head back against the cool elevator mirror and closed my eyes.
"Do you love me?" I asked quietly, almost not realizing that I even said it out loud. I immediately opened my eyes wide, preparing to apologize.
He pulled back from the torture he was bestowing on me and stared into my eyes. His gorgeous crystal blue orbs were so dazzling. To this day, I have never seen another person with a shade of blue that radiant. He grabbed my left hand and held it up to my eye level, so we both could see my glittering engagement ring.
"Of course I love you. I'm not a commitment person and I'm completely and fully committed to you. You are mine and I am yours. We have a baby, we made Tristan and nothing makes me happier than to know that you are the mother of my child. I fucking worship you."
We wasted no time in kissing passionately. My hands around his neck. His fingers in my hair. Our bodies impossibly close together. Before long, we were both divested of the remaining clothing we had on. With ease he hoisted me up, wrapping my legs around his hips, and slid himself inside me. We both shivered in pleasure from the initial contact and I bit my lip to keep myself from coming too soon.
"God Damn Kori, you feel fucking incredible." He breathed into my hair. My eyes were closed tightly, savoring the very feeling of having him. Our bodies slowly melted together in a slow, seductive pace. Fast enough to feel amazing, but slow enough not to cum too fast. I kissed at his shoulder, grinding myself against him so hard I was literally shaking.
Soon enough, we picked up the pace. We were both thrusting and pushing against each other with enough force to cause the elevator to shake slightly. The room was filled with my moans and his grunts, each of us trying to reach our peak together. I could feel his arms trembling as they held me up, our bodies slick with sweat.
"I'm so close. Oh, fuck I'm close." I breathed against his neck. I felt his grip on me tighten and I thrust my head back as a ripple of pleasure coursed through me. I could feel it. So close I could almost taste it. I felt his hot breath on my shoulder. He kissed me sweetly there before biting down hard. I cried out from the immense pain and incredible pleasure it was causing me. One last violent thrust inside me and we both came. I was clawing at his back, gasping for air as I screamed out his name. His body was quivering as he was still biting my shoulder, drawing a small amount of blood.
I was still trying to catch my breath when he slowly slid out of me. He didn't put me down though, just held my body tightly against his. He placed a soft kiss on my brow before resting his forehead against mine. "I love you."
I smiled at his confession. We were both exhausted from our violent "lovemaking", although I prefer to call it a good old fashioned fuck. I glanced behind him at the mirrored elevator doors and giggled. I had the perfect view of his ass. We were both sticky and covered in sweat, but I didn't care. The moment was perfect, he was perfect. His next words made my entire night..
"Let's get married next month."
