AUTHOR'S NOTE: As always thanks for the follows, reviews, and favorites. I'm always anxious sharing smut as I don't believe it's my strong suit, but for this story, I believe I couldn't ignore such a big factor.
1912
Evelyn trembles. Her thighs quake and her lungs heave as she tries to come down from her euphoria. She thinks she may have seen stars or the heaven her faith believes in. She sucks in a deep breath as she tries to calm her beating heart. Her fingernails scratch her husband's chest. She opens her grey eyes and looks down at her husband, who has a smug look on his face. If she had the energy she would roll her eyes.
"You know I'm surprised by this," she tells him as she shifts above him.
He hisses from sensitivity as he sits up and brings them chest to chest - well chest to belly.
"By what?"
"That you still want me while I'm pregnant," she tells him a matter of factly.
She had been expecting that as soon as her belly became more pronounced that any sexual desires he may have had for her would wane. In the few conversations she had heard from other married women while at the laundry house, their husbands didn't want to have sex with them. Most women only shared a bed with their husbands when it was to become with child.
It was simply never for the sake of their own pleasure.
Being with Thomas, it was almost daily they would become joined. Thomas is the only man she had ever been with. Her experience was only from their first time. She knew Thomas had been with others. There were the insecurities that she wouldn't be able to please him as others would. The fear he would seek comfort from others. She keeps those thoughts to herself.
Instead, she received the opposite. She is sure there was some weird alpha male ego pride thing with him, but Thomas had begun teaching her everything there was to know how to please a man - to please him. There were gentle explorations in the morning. The teasing torture with mouth and fingers. In the afternoons, it was reserved for the raw passion against the walls and desks that would leave her aching for the night to come. The nights were a combination of the two. Sometimes it would be gentle lovemaking with them breathing each other's breath as they slowly grind against each other. Other times, it would be rushed and frenzy, she would be abashed by the many scratches his back would have the following morning.
Yet, the most enlightening part was all the positions. She didn't know her body could move in such different positions and angles. It also helped that with her belly slowly becoming in the way that they needed to get creative.
She had her favored positions though. She did enjoy being on top of Thomas. She liked the power it held being in control of the pleasure. She favored the position they were in now the most though. She loved being chest to chest with him. Her arms wrapped around his neck and his arms were around her waist. She loves looking into his eyes, the blue merely a rim as he held her tightly. His eyes always told her everything she needed to know about her husband.
"You listening to those silly girls again?" Evelyn is well aware of how Thomas views some of her friends and the surrounding townspeople.
She rolls her eyes. "I am getting fat."
Thomas huffs. "I'd be concerned if you weren't."
"Thomas!"
Thomas chuckles and he leans against the headboard. "I'll always want ya."
"Even when my tits start to sag?"
He leers at her exposed breasts. "Even when yer tits start to sag."
Evelyn rolls her eyes.
Her husband is sweeter than she expected him to be. Yet, romantic would be a loose term she would ever use.
She feels his fingers trail up her thigh.
"Thomas," she moans.
She watches as he grabs a pillow and moves down. "On your back."
She complies easily and he helps adjust the pillows below her hips. He spreads her thighs as he moves in between them, "I'll always want ya, Evie."
1919
There were a lot of things Evelyn missed during the war. There were the usual ones of the comfort of certain raw goods, the stability she had with Thomas home and providing for them, and her husband just being a room away.
The one thing she didn't expect to miss in abundance was sex. The intimacy of sex with Thomas was something she craved many nights.
She felt Thomas's body, his actions, told her more than his words ever did. Although sometimes she wished he would speak more as one was to never underestimate the value of words.
When Thomas came home, she knew that a part of him would be different. Things wouldn't be the same as before. However, what Thomas couldn't say she had figured it could be said through the comfort of what sex could provide.
However, she wasn't foolish to think he would come home and sex would be something that would happen. She knew it would be a while to find that comfort or familiarity again.
His first night home, they laid in bed and the space between them could have been an ocean. She had turned on her side and closed her eyes.
It was only a few hours later she had been startled awake by Thomas having a nightmare.
She had woken up by his strangled cry. She had tended to him that night. His sweaty forehead buried in her chest as she held him as she used to do Jamie. She ran her fingers through his hair as she rocked him to sleep with a lullaby.
The nightmares were frequent. It wasn't until a week later that he tried to soothe his nerves from the nightmares with sex.
She assumed it had been a terrible one. She didn't always wake up with him. This one she did as she felt him stiffen where her hand rested on his chest.
He had woken up startled and struggling for breath. She watched with sleepy eyes as her hand went to his cheek and she tried to soothe him.
She could tell he was frantic and confused before his face found comfort in her chest. However, it seemed to be not enough as it was she felt him raking up her nightgown.
She flushed with confusion and watched as her husband had spat in his hand to use as a lubricant.
She had spread her legs to allow him entry and cried out at the intrusion. It had been four years and she wasn't used to him anymore. She had been prepared for Thomas to ignore her discomfort.
Instead, the pads of his fingers had slid between them. Her husband wasn't totally gone.
It wasn't awkward, but Evelyn felt it was off. It wasn't them. It was too mechanical as she laid there and let him use her for an escape.
However, it was the start of a routine. Thomas would only seek her out in the middle of the night to wipe the nightmares from his mind, or the nights he would come back from Garrison drunk, or worst smelling like the Opium he tried to hide from her.
Unlike the first night, they were never face to face. He would always take her from behind. She wasn't able to look into his eyes like now.
Except it's in the morning for once.
She heard him minutes before leaving the room. She didn't bother asking where he was going as she hardly ever received a response. Instead, she sighed as his movements brought a fresh breeze of cool air. It felt unreasonably hot this morning.
She had one of her thinner nightdresses on and she was tempted to take it off and sleep bare.
Sleep was calling her again when the door opened back up.
She thought it must be earlier than she expected as he came back into bed. She had mumbled in her pillow if he was okay and she had been taken by surprise when he wrapped his arms around her and brought her into his bare chest.
She had a feeling about what was going to happen next.
She had surprised however by him taking his time. He began by rubbing the skin of her thighs before he trailed up taking her short nightdress with her.
He satisfied her with his fingers first. He had pinched and pulled at her nipples. It had set off her first peak before he find the sweet spot in between her legs. She couldn't stop the mewls and moans leaving her mouth as he curled his fingers in her.
She was barely over the wave of her second orgasm when she felt him shift and move her leg and slide in.
She doesn't know what is different from the usual times. She's more vocal as she has her fists against the wall as Thomas works her over. It wasn't the usual pounding that was for short quick release. His movements are slow and languid.
He is hitting that spot deep inside that has her toes curling and seeing white spots. He is deep inside her as if he wants to leave a piece of him in her. He is trying to bury him in her to take.
She can feel the mess between her thighs leaking onto the bed and him.
Her nipples tighten with each brush against the sheet. Her breath comes in short spurts as she feels herself getting close to the edge.
Thomas's hand that was splayed on her stomach moves down and presses on her lower abdomen. His other head wraps around her neck and squeezes.
Evelyn isn't sure if she screams, but her mind goes blank as her body twitches. Thomas slams into her a couple of times before he drawls out a quiet fuck and groans in her ear as he releases inside her.
She moans at the feeling of him warm inside her. Her mind is a blank hazy mess. He removes his hand from her neck and his fingers brush against her nipple.
She hisses, which causes him to laugh. It is a sound that doesn't sound natural to him anymore.
"Daddy, what are you doing to Mama?"
Any euphoria lingering leaves her body instantly. Thomas stiffens behind her.
"What are you doing out of bed?" Thomas asks.
He applies pressure again against her stomach as he pulls himself out of her. She bites her lip to muffle the whimpers of the loss. She can fill his cum leaking out of her.
"I had to go potty."
Thomas throws the sheet over her as he moves out of the bed naked as the day he was born. She tucks the sheet around herself. She sits up and watches Thomas slid on his boxers. She's too embarrassed to speak.
"Did you go?" Thomas inquires.
Jamie shakes his head.
Thomas sighs. "Alright, let's go then."
Jamie's nose wrinkles up. "You need pants, Daddy."
Thomas shakes his head as he grabs his discarded pants from the night before.
"I's hungry too, Daddy."
Evelyn clears her throat. "I'll be done in a minute to start breakfast."
Jamie looks back and forth between the two of them. "Daddy, you still didn't say what you were doing with Mama."
"Alright enough with the questions. I thought you needed to go to the bathroom," Thomas deflects.
Jamie nods his head as he makes his way to the door with Thomas on his heels.
Evelyn sighs as she plops back down on the bed. She grimaces at the wet spot beneath and the stickiness she feels forming. The sheet is tucked around her as she gets off the bed. She walks to the wardrobe and finds her robe. She places it on her vanity chair. She goes over the water basin they keep in the room. She does a quick clean and knows no matter what she is going to need a bath. She freshens up quickly and grabs her nightgown. She slides it on and puts her robe on over it. She strips the bed as well.
Considering the boys aren't back in the house that Jamie didn't just have to pee. She goes into the kitchen and begins working on a quick breakfast. She has just begun cracking some eggs to make some cheesy scrambled eggs when Polly walks through.
Her eyebrows raise at the sight of her.
"You look frazzled," Polly comments.
"Late morning," Evelyn replies.
A loud scoff comes from Ada, who enters the kitchen. She has a teasing look in her eyes. "So you screaming me brother's name is what you call a late morning."
"Ada!" Evelyn says exasperated while Polly laughs.
Polly comes over by the stove. "Go clean up, love. I can smell him on you. Better do it before the boys come over."
Evelyn gives her a thankful smile and she pinches Ada's ear in retaliation.
Evelyn enters the hallway where Thomas and Jamie are coming back in.
"Is everything okay?" She asks her boys.
Jamie nods his head. "Yes, Mama."
"Aunt Polly is making breakfast. Go wash your hands and see if she needs help."
Jamie listens without complaint.
"Where are you headed?" Thomas asks her.
"Apparently, I smell like you."
Thomas smiles.
"I was going to draw a bath…" she trails off. She doesn't know if she could really handle rejection from him. Yet, this morning seems so different. It seemed the storm that seemed to be in Thomas was waning. He steps forward, but the moment is broken when John walks in.
She knows the moment is broken.
He stops and waggles his eyebrow at them before he turns serious. "It's Danny, Tom. He's in an episode."
"Alright, I'll be there in a minute."
After taking a fresh bath and replacing the bedsheets. Evelyn makes her way downstairs. She helps finish up breakfast. Finn immediately heads outside with his cousins to play with. Uncle Charlie dropped by to pick up Jamie to head to the yard. Apparently, Thomas plans to meet them later.
Evelyn isn't too sure where Ada disappeared to.
It leaves just her and Polly downstairs. It seems Polly is taking a break from the shop.
Evelyn pours her a cup of tea.
"So how are things?"
Evelyn raises an eyebrow at Polly. "You know I can't complain, Pol."
Polly lights a cigarette. "Today's been the first time you've been properly fucked. Maybe Tommy isn't dead inside after all."
Evelyn shakes her head. Out of all the brothers, she knows Thomas had the most drastic shift in personality. His smiles were rare and didn't come easy. Arthur's drinking is excessive and it seemed war only amplified his hair triggering anger.
John appears to be the only one the most adjusted back to civilian life.
"He's home. He's here. That's more than most wives can say." Evelyn doesn't want to complain. She knows things could be worse for her.
Polly sips her tea. "Tommy is the most sensitive out of the brothers."
Evelyn nods her head. She takes a sip of her tea. "I think I cursed him. Told him he wouldn't come back the same. In his eyes...he hasn't looked me in the eyes truly since he came back."
It is something they never acknowledged in the house. They all know Polly could predict the babies of the family and she has second sight. Evelyn even believes she can read auras as well.
When it comes to her, Evelyn doesn't know what she possesses. She just knows that in anger or fear she was able to speak of warnings that came to fruition. She knows it's why she is careful to speak. She knows she scares Thomas sometimes with the things she says.
"You shouldn't hide from your gift."
Evelyn snorts, "I wouldn't call it a gift."
"You possess power. Own it."
"So I guess it's true what they say that I really bewitched Thomas."
Polly snorts, "It's only known between the two of you what went down that first night. Besides men always think with their cocks."
Evelyn shakes her head. "I could have been anyone that night then."
Polly smiles and taps her black cigarette against the ashtray. Her smile dims slightly. "I would have been concerned if you had green eyes." She takes a long drag of her black cigarette. "If Tommy looks you in the eyes he might break, love."
Polly leaves Evelyn alone with her thoughts.
Evelyn knows Thomas just needs time. She just doesn't expect him to bare his soul. She just wants the acknowledgment that something is different.
Yet, she doesn't want to linger on those thoughts. She knows her husband is still there if the morning was any indication. Instead, she pulls out the gramophone with their few records and grabs a book to read.
She thinks it's only an hour or two before the kids come piling in for a late lunch. The kids all beg for a dance with her.
Ada comes back from wherever she goes these days and dances with Finn. Arthur and John come through the shop and Evelyn is being twirled between the two of them.
The house is filled with laughter and pained exasperated groans of pain as the kids step on their toes.
It's the first light-hearted day they had since the men came home. It feels like how it was before the war. Things were still tough, but all of them in the house were what mattered.
The dancing doesn't even stop when Jamie and Thomas come through. Jamie insists on a dance with her. He giggles through the dance while Ada manages to coax Thomas in a dance.
They all take a break as the kids grumble they are hungry for dinner. Arthur and John take a trip to the fish and chips shop.
The excitement and full bellies turn the kids lethargic. Jamie barely finishes his last chip before he falls asleep. She's surprised when Thomas volunteers to put him to bed. Finn follows him upstairs. Arthur leaves with John to carry the kids back to John's place. Ada leaves with a kiss on the cheek saying she is going to see friends.
Evelyn is left alone. She heads back to clean up the front room. She turns the gramophone on. She is folding a blanket over the couch when Thomas enters the room. He walks over to her and holds his hand out.
"You hate dancing," she tells him.
"You don't."
Evelyn places her hand in is and he pulls her close. The song is slow. So they wouldn't be doing the foxtrot. She can't remember the last time they danced. Thomas never was one to be the center of the party. He always sat on the side observing. When he did dance it was always near the end of the night, he would gift her one. She treasured that one dance.
She smiles up at him shyly and he dips her, causing her to giggle.
He gives her a twirl as the music ends. She goes to pull away thinking the dance would be over, but he pulls her back. His hand on her lower back kept her near. The heat of his palm burns her.
Evelyn leans up as she places a kiss on her husband's lips. Whatever was restraining her husband seems to break as he returns it feverishly. Their feet stumble as he leads her back to the couch.
His movements are rushed and chaotic as he works to remove their barriers. It's when he only unbutton his pants and pushes her skirt up that she stops his hands.
"Baby, slow down," she tells him softly.
She kisses him slowly. His body goes still. She removes his waistcoat and suspenders. She reverses their positions and pushes him back gently as she removes his shirt. She settles in between his legs as she places a kiss on his cheek and slowly trails down to his neck and chest. She kisses his tattoo of the sun rays on his chest. She moves over to kiss the small script initials of hers, his, and Jamie's.
She dips her hand in his boxers. He hisses as she pumps length. She pulls him free from his constraints and she stands up from between his legs. She makes quick work in removing her dress and slip. She kicks them to the side as she bends down to her knees.
She places a kiss on his abdomen before she licks him from base to tip. Her free hand fondles his scrotum. When she takes him fully in her mouth, his head falls back onto the couch and his fists are clenched at his sides.
Evelyn can admit this isn't exactly her favorite act. She does like the power it can bring but it's her least desired considering the ache in her jaw. She has never gotten used to the taste.
As she swallows down his length, her breath fans across his abdomen, and she gags slightly.
She takes a minute before coming back her spit and pre-cum sticking to her lips. Thomas looks at her with hazy eyes before he lifts his hand and pushes her back down.
She lets her jaw go slack as he fucks her throat. She parts her knees wider, feeling the burn from the carpet. Her hand reaches in between and she begins touching herself.
Thomas's moans change and she finds herself ripped off his length.
He pulls her up and onto his lap where he flips them. He hovers over her as he sinks into her slowly. He gives her a minute to adjust to his length as he slowly rocks back and forth.
She wraps her legs around him tighter. He presses a kiss to her lips before he buries his face in her neck. She can feel her orgasm building with each roll that catches her clit. Her body becomes tighter as she chases her release. Their moans are quiet in the house.
Thomas's thrusts become harder. His hand moves between them and she bites her lip to stop the scream that was on the edge of her lips. When he pinches her clit, it triggers her. She slams her head back into the cushion of the couch as she rides it out.
Her nails dig into his shoulders as he pushes into her. Her walls flutter around him. His hips stutter and he buries himself to the hilt as he releases inside her. She moans at the feeling as she milks him.
He doesn't pull out.
Instead, he moves his head from her neck to her chest. No words are said as he matches her breathing pattern. His muscles relax.
She's sure the wetness she feels on her chest isn't just his sweat.