Genre: Crime, Drama, Romance, Family, Humor
Rating: M for sexual situations and language
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters featured on the show Castle, they belong to the creator of the show, ABC and the others who do own them.
A/N #1: Just a warning, the first love scene in this chapter is between two men and the second is between two women. The last one is Castle and Beckett's so skip to the second half of the chapter if you don't want to read the first two scenes.
A/N #2: The feedback I got for the last chapter was great, so I'll get into my thank yous for it! TORONTOSUN (Happy to read you thought the last chapter was good writing for everyone!) and
Mb (It was nice seeing you thought the chapter was a really good update. And I wasn't surprised you commented about Castle and Beckett helping to get the people off the plane with the others there. I'm glad you agreed that them needed to see and talk to their family after everything was something they needed to do, I figured after that traumatic an experience that would help. No surprise you mentioned it was too much of a coincidence that the same company had two incidents close together and in the same area too. I was pleased you enjoyed seeing the bit of home life for Darnley and Nkosi since I don't always have that. And with Darnley's wanting to make sure Beckett's happy and settled with Castle, that's just because the way I wrote it he was aware of how she was dating after her mother's death and wants her to be happy. I kind of have a big brother-little sister (I have Darnley older than Beckett but only by months) relationship with the two of them so that's where that comes from. It's not a spoiler and I want to make sure I can clear up your confusion. You're welcome for sharing the first half! I'm really glad you thought the second half was a wonderfully written update. And I'm so glad you could picture the couples relaxing with each other to calm down after what they saw with the crash. I had to laugh at you commenting that they would of course talk about their kids, but you are right about that! You're welcome for sharing the second half!).
Thanks for the reviews, loved reading them and appreciate as always the time taken to write them out and send them my way!
A/N #3: The title of this chapter are two lyrics from the song I Don't Know by Paul McCartney, from his album Egypt Station.
Love Of Mine, You Will Feel No Pain
"I believe that is them," Joseph said to his wife as they could hear a car pulling into the driveway of their son and son in law's house.
"Oh good, I hope that Patrick will be feeling a lot better," Bethany said.
"Better?" Joseph asked his wife in surprise.
"There is something troubling him," Bethany said. She held up her hand as her husband was obviously about to speak and she told him, "Don't say a word. It is up to Patrick if he shares with us."
"Of course," Joseph said before they walked together to the entry of the house where the two men were walking inside.
"Hello again," Darnley said first, smiling at them. "How was everything?"
"Good, the children ate well, played and then fell asleep in good time," Bethany answered.
"How was your dinner?" Joseph asked.
"Great, we played pool after so we had a lot of fun," Darnley said.
"He says that because he won when he played with us," Nkosi said, smiling at his husband.
"I am not surprised," Joseph replied.
"Are you staying tonight?" Nkosi asked his parents.
"We will return home," Bethany said, shaking her head. "And let you have breakfast with the children tomorrow."
"We will drive," Joseph told the two men quickly.
"Okay, I told them about the dinner tomorrow and they'll both come," Darnley said, speaking mainly to his mother in law.
"Wonderful, I'll buy the ingredients tomorrow," Bethany replied.
Saying goodbye to his parents with his husband, Nkosi watched with Darnley in the doorway of the front door as they went to their car in the driveway before they were backing up and going down the street. After his husband had closed the door behind them and locked it, he asked, "Check the doors?"
"And then check on Maddy and Keo," Darnley said, nodding his head in agreement. They started to walk around the doors downstairs, making sure everything was locked before they went up. They reached Keo's room first and peeked into the crib, seeing their son was sleeping peacefully on his back. He was tempted to caress his cheek with his finger but knew he'd risk waking him up. So he and Nkosi went to Maddy's room, where they found their daughter fast asleep in her bed, her arms wrapped around her stuffed rabbit. When he and his husband were in their bedroom he said, "I'm glad they're asleep."
"I don't think they sensed anything wrong with us," Nkosi said in understanding as he was closing and locking the door behind him.
"No," Darnley said, taking off his blazer. He tossed it aside and then worked on his cuffs before untucking his shirt saying, "Are you tired?"
"Stop," Nkosi said, going to him and taking his wrists.
"What's wrong?" Darnley asked in surprise.
"Sit with me here," Nkosi told him before they were going to the bed. Once they were settled, he told him, "What is wrong?"
"Wrong?" Darnley asked, trying to sound nonchalant but failing.
"I noticed since we were helping the people off the plane," Nkosi said. "And it's had me worried. Please tell me Patrick, othandekayo."
Darnley had been intent on pushing aside his husband's worries, but as he cupped his cheek and called him beloved in Xhosa he couldn't do it. "I saw my brother; he was on the plane earlier," he said, looking into Nkosi's warm brown eyes.
"Which one?" the investigator asked, looking shocked at that news.
"Tobias, the one born before me, two years before me," Darnley replied. He sighed and said, "He was conscious," before he proceeded to tell his husband what had happened exactly when he'd found his older brother on the airplane.
"Hold on sir," Darnley said, stepping up to the man still in his seat.
"My… my seatbelt's stuck," the man said, his voice shaky. "I can't open it."
"I'll cut it, I have a knife," Darnley assured him though he couldn't help feeling like he'd heard that voice before. He ignored that and then pulled out his utility knife, opening it swiftly before he cut at the side of the man's belt. He stood up and asked, "Can you walk?"
"No, I think my foot might be broken," the man said, his head bowed as he was coughing.
"Then I'll help you," Darnley replied before he was putting his arm under the passenger's. Since they were close to the break in the fuselage it didn't take them long to step outside and it was then he saw who he was helping. He tried not to react at seeing his big brother, knowing he needed to get the man to help despite how he'd been treated by him, but Tobias was looking at him and suddenly shoving him hard enough to get him off balance. He managed to land on the grass without getting hurt before his brother was speaking to him so angrily his eyes nearly seemed to pop out of his skull.
"Get away from me you fucking
"You don't need to finish that," Nkosi said, grabbing his husband's arm. "I have a feeling I know what he called you."
"Yeah, he yelled for the nearest fireman and that guy helped him," Darnley replied. "But not before he told me to never speak to him again. The anger was… I don't know, something about it seemed like it was about way more than my sexuality."
"You don't think it was his injuries?" Nkosi asked.
"I don't know," Darnley said slowly and hesitantly. "I don't feel like it was but…"
When his husband trailed off before he shrugged, Nkosi took his hand and squeezed it tightly asking, "How did you feel?"
"I was horrified but I was going to get him to help and that was it," Darnley replied. "And not worry about him after that once I was sure his injuries weren't life threatening."
"You're a much better man than he is," Nkosi said, leaning over and kissing his temple. When his husband turned to him, they were kissing one another and after they had parted said, "How are you feeling now?"
"Better," Darnley said before closing the gap between himself and his husband again. They were kissing and once they were parting, he said, "Here," reaching for his husband's shirt, beginning to unbutton it. He did so slowly before he could open it fully and he leaned down, kissing at what he could of his husband's chest.
"You're going to hurt your back," Nkosi said as he made Darnley sit up straight. Without another word he stood and made his husband do the same before they were undressing one another, taking turns.
"I should have left my jacket on," Darnley said as his husband was tugging on the waistband of his boxers.
"We don't need to be even," Nkosi said, smiling at his husband before he let him take over. He watched appreciatively as Darnley's erection was soon after revealed to him and he was stopped in his urge to take it in hand when his husband was leaning to him to open the fly of his trousers. He could see what the detective had meant about them being even but didn't comment about it as they were wrapping their arms around one another and kissing deeply. He ran his hands over the back of his husband's head a few times before they needed to breathe and pulled away from each other.
"Let's get on the bed," Darnley said. He wasn't surprised when his husband nodded, and he let him go, fully intending to pleasure him first. But as soon as he was on the bed he was grunting as Nkosi was making him lay down on his back. "You know you really-" he started to say before his husband was crushing his lips to his. He was busy responding so he wasn't all that annoyed he was taking over. When they'd stopped, he found he had to say, "I wanted to do that first."
"Are you going to throw a tantrum?" Nkosi asked in amusement.
"No, but I guess I'll just let you have your dirty, dirty way with me," Darnley said, putting his hands under his head.
"Dirty," Nkosi said, unable to help chortling in amusement. "Is that what you would like?"
"I may," Darnley said before he reached up to his husband and brought him to his face so they could kiss. They did so roughly and when they parted it was easy for him to groan in joy as Nkosi was kissing his way down his chest. While he was nipping around his skin and then focusing on his nipples he felt as if his eyes were rolling all the way back in his head. "Oh Trev… that's so fucking good," he breathed to his husband.
"And wonderful for me," Nkosi said, smiling at the intensity in his husband's voice. He moved lower and lower at that point, serious as he made his way down to Darnley's length which he was lightly kissing at before he moved back up and licked at his fingertips. He rubbed them around the tip of his husband, not surprised when Darnley was thrusting up against him a few times before he wrapped his entire hand around him. He made a few, brief jerking motions before letting go and massaging underneath his husband's arousal. He only did that for a moment, as he didn't want to end up pushing Darnley too far though he was disappointed as he let go.
Breathing out in relief Darnley asked, "Is it going to be hands or mouth?"
"Umlomo," Nkosi answered before showing his husband and lowering his mouth around the tip of him. As he heard the detective's pleasured groan of joy, he was relieved he could comfort him in that way before he went a little further down. He came back up and repeated that cycle twice before he was pulling back to just the tip.
"Fuck," Darnley breathed out in wonder. "Even that and I'm going to come."
"Not yet," Nkosi said, pulling back for a moment to speak. He was about to go back when his husband grabbed him, and they were kissing before Darnley was nipping at the tops of his shoulders as he spoke.
"Why are you going to delay that much?" the detective asked. He saw his husband's understanding and Darnley smiled a little before he nodded and told him, "We haven't done that in a while."
"No," Nkosi replied. "But I'd like to do this a little longer."
Grunting, as his husband had taken firm hold of his erection again, Darnley nodded before he laid down fully and watched his husband pleasuring him again. His intention had been keeping his eyes open, but he was soon closing them, unable to do so and take in what his husband was doing to him. When he reached his peak, he groaned and cursed for a moment before he was thrusting slightly against Nkosi's mouth before he was calming down and breathing a little roughly. "Trev…" he started to say as he reached for his husband when he moved to lay with him. "I'm so glad you did that," he said before they kissed.
Pulling away eventually, Nkosi said, "Oh now you're okay with it."
"Now that it's done? Yes," Darnley replied before he was laughing as his husband was tickling his side. He soon stopped him and said, "Thank you," before he reached for his length. "Would you mind?" he asked him, not moving his hand once he'd curled his fingers around him.
"Oh no," Nkosi said, breathing out roughly as his husband was moving before he had even finished speaking. He was then breathing heavily and staring at the ceiling as Darnley was bobbing his head on him and he groaned when he shortly after reached his climax, raising and lowering his head on his pillow. When he felt like everything was calmer; and his husband had stopped running his mouth along him; he stayed still to recover as Darnley laid against his side. His eyes slowly opened when his husband pressed a kiss to his shoulder and he murmured, "I love you," in Xhosa.
"I love you too Trev," Darnley said, speaking in English. "And I needed this."
Turning his head to study his husband Nkosi told him, "You want to stop there?"
"No, but I'm giving you the option if you need it," Darnley said, fighting his smile as his husband was getting up suddenly.
"I'm not tired," Nkosi said firmly. "Will you be on your stomach or your back?" he asked. When his husband's response was to get up on his knees, pressing against the panel of grey fabric behind their bed, he smiled and moved to begin as he had grabbed protection for himself. Before he could start putting it on, he was startled when Darnley reached behind to him.
"Are you sure you don't need a little help?" the detective asked his husband, looking over his shoulder at him.
"Well…" Nkosi began. "I don't really want to bother you when you've turn-" before his husband was suddenly turning around to him and rubbing his hand back and forth over his length. He groaned in pleasure at the sensation of that and moved a little with him before he stopped.
"You could have just asked me to do that," Darnley said, smiling as he had ceased his motion as well. He was a little surprised when his husband leaned over to him and began whispering into his ear, speaking a little in a mix of Xhosa and English. He was then moving again, that time to take his husband's erection in his mouth, laving his tongue over the tip of it. He only did that briefly before he helped his husband and moved to press the front of his body against the panel and feeling the rough fabric, he pressed against it harder as Nkosi was entering him. He shuddered when he stopped and he could feel Nkosi's hips against his ass making him say, "Trev you…" before he was interrupted by his husband beginning to move. His eyes rolled into the back of his head at the sensation of him and moved a little along with him so he could help him reach his end quicker. But as he was thinking that his husband was reaching in front of him and grasping his erection, stimulating it at the same time they were moving. He was moving a little faster then, trying to help his husband as much as he could. They were both groaning and gasping for air as they were being stimulated at the same time, and he wondered in the back of his mind how long everything would last.
Feeling his husband's hand on the back of his head, Nkosi moved to kiss Darnley once he'd turned his head enough. As soon as their lips had met, he was plunging his tongue into his mouth, and as his husband enjoyed, was running it back and forth nearly in time with the movements of his length in him. That didn't last for very long as they were parting, groaning together before gasping for air and he moved his hand. He rubbed his thumb over the tip of him and whispered into Darnley's ear, "Tell me when you will come."
"I will, I… I will," Darnley was panting out heavily. His eyes were closed, and he was still holding onto the back of Nkosi's head while they moved a little faster. His husband's hand was back around him fully and moving in time and he knew they both were close. He only had a chance to call his husband's name, orgasming nearly wildly as Nkosi's hand cupped over him. His husband was calling to him and hearing him having as much pleasure in their intimacy made him tempted to climax a second time. They were eventually stopping their movements and collapsing to the bed once they'd parted, though he turned to his husband so they could kiss. He relished the taste of his husband and when they pulled apart, he was going to ask him if he could do the same for him when Nkosi was licking at his hand. Watching that, and his husband's obvious enjoyment aroused him more and he was nearly crazy with unfulfilled desire as Nkosi left the bed to slip into the bathroom for a moment. When he was back on the bed, he was going to speak when the investigator was turning to him and cupping his cheek.
"Will you allow me a turn?" Nkosi asked before he was leaning into him so they could kiss.
"I was going to demand it," Darnley said, smiling at his husband. He leaned into him so they could kiss again and when they had parted, he nuzzled his nips against Nkosi's. "I want a chance to take you… Kunzima," he said, telling his husband the word hard in Xhosa.
Groaning in anticipation, Nkosi cupped his husband's face and leaned into him, nibbling on his lower lip. It took little time for them to slide into a kiss and he was pressing his tongue against Darnley's until they were rubbing around each other wildly. They were gasping every so often before they were parting and he pressed his forehead against his husband's murmuring, "You must start. I'm going crazy, I want to feel you Patrick."
Roughly dragging his lips against his husband's to feel them swelling beneath him, Darnley kissed Nkosi deeply until they were completely breathless and parting slowly. He moved to get another condom for himself and his husband was helping him put it on before he was ready. "How might I take you Trev?" he whispered against his husband's lips. He let him go reluctantly as his husband moved away from him and watched him getting on his hands and knees. He breathed out Nkosi's name before getting on him, kissing at the backs of his shoulders and all around his back before going lower.
"Patrick," Nkosi gasped out loud when he felt his husband's lips on his ass, brushing over it until he was getting on top of him more deliberately. "I thought you would never start," he groaned once his husband had entered him fully. He wasn't surprised when Darnley didn't reply to that and instead began to thrust. When his husband's hand wrapped firmly around his erection, he was bowing his head, letting everything wash over him until they were both climaxing at the same time and he was nearly falling onto the mattress in his joy. When he finally stopped and his husband had as well, they parted before they fell to it together and were kissing one another hungrily. After they had stopped, he ran his fingers through Darnley's slightly greying red hair and told him, "Your brother is an idiot."
"Oh I know, he's married," Darnley replied as he lay on his back and looked up at the ceiling. "I shudder to think of what he's like with his wife. If he has kids and they're gay?" he got up then to go quickly into the bathroom before he was back on the bed with his husband.
Turning onto his side next to him, Nkosi gently kissed Darnley on the lips and told him, "Don't worry about it othandekayo, you are not part of the family and I should have said former brother."
"Good point," Darnley replied with a snort. "Since of course he made it patently clear he wanted nothing to do with me."
Nuzzling his husband's jaw tenderly, Nkosi kissed at it a few times before saying, "You have a better family now."
"I do," Darnley said, nodding his head. He turned to face Nkosi and told him, "All thanks to you."
Smiling, as his husband like to tell him that often, Nkosi laid on his back before pulling Darnley to him saying, "I've told you many times. You know how I was struck by your smile."
"Brief as it was," Darnley replied.
"It was more than enough," Nkosi said, smiling at him before they were kissing. It was far gentler and when they pulled away eventually, he said, "I wanted to ease the pain I saw in your eyes when we first talked to each other."
Laying on his back again, Darnley wasn't surprised when his husband was turning onto his side along with him. "Do you remember that?" he asked. When Nkosi nodded he leaned over to him and they kissed before saying, "I can't really forget it." He was going to say more, but they were soon kissing a second time and a third before laying pressed close together. He had a feeling they were both remembering their meeting the same day they'd met at a coffee shop to get to know one another better before they started to date.
"Hey," Darnley said, standing up from the small bistro table he'd gotten for the NTSB Investigator. "I'm glad you made it."
"Me too, they did not mention anything about rain today," Nkosi said. "And since we did not have the chance to do this before, I am Trevor Nkosi."
"Patrick Darnley," he said, holding his hand out though they'd done that talking after he'd gotten his suspect put away in a patrol car. They sat and he said, "Here's your macchiato and they didn't have any croissants, but these cherry bars are delicious."
"It does look like it is," Nkosi said with a nod. He took a sip and then a bite of the bar before he said, "I can tell what you would like to ask."
"We just met, I don't really think you can know me that well," Darnley protested though he was smiling at the same time. "But I do have to ask about your accent, where is it from exactly? I mean… I'm guessing you're African."
"Then you will have to guess the country," Nkosi replied.
"Oh, no pressure there," Darnley said in mock annoyance. He smiled when Nkosi laughed and then said when he stopped, "If I guess wrong do I need to leave."
"No," Nkosi replied with a smile. "But it would be interesting to see what you might think."
"Botswana?" Darnley asked hesitantly, unsure of his guess.
"Oh, that is very close," Nkosi said. "I was born in South Africa."
"That was going to be my next guess," Darnley said with a smile. "Your accent is… is really interesting."
"You do not mind I do not speak with contractions?" Nkosi asked him.
Shrugging Darnley said, "I wonder how come you do but it's… charming."
Smiling Nkosi said, "My parents speak in the same way. We came here when I was just four."
"Yeah, I don't mind at all," Darnley said, shaking his head. "What about your parents?"
Nkosi was smiling again as he spoke about his parents, though he tried not to sound too enthusiastic as he couldn't ignore the way the detective's eyes were a little pained. When he had finished, he said carefully, "What about your family?" he inquired. "If I might ask?"
"That's fine," Darnley said, sipping at his tea. "It's not a happy story." He then related to the investigator about his family, not holding anything back since he knew their treatment of him had affected him emotionally. "I haven't seen them since they threw me out, and I'm fine with that but I nearly went back to NYC, I'm a little happy that I didn't," he said, smiling at Nkosi.
"I am so sorry," the investigator told him earnestly. "I know how lucky I am in my parents; there was an uncle that was gay as well and they never forgot the treatment he received." When Darnley nodded, Nkosi asked, "Would you go to dinner with me Friday night?"
"That came out of nowhere," Darnley said teasingly. "And yes, I will. I was going to ask you a little later; I didn't want to be aggressive."
"You were not," Nkosi assured him. "And I hope that I might take you to a South African restaurant."
"Please, I've never eaten that before," Darnley said. "But we can talk about the details later. I'd love to hear about South Africa itself; can you speak any languages there besides English?"
Smiling at the detective's eagerness, Nkosi told him about his ability to speak Xhosa and the many places in his home country that he loved. He was relieved to see the man's attentiveness and he hoped that their date in two days would go well as he was already captivated by the man's smile and playful and sad amber colored eyes.
Turning to his husband, Darnley was kissing him deeply before they were moving together. "We have investigations tomorrow," he told him as they paused.
"It doesn't matter," Nkosi replied. "Tomorrow is still a long time away."
"I love the way you think," Darnley breathed to his husband. "And you."
"I love you," Nkosi replied.
The two men began to kiss again, working up their arousal even further until they couldn't stop themselves and were making love yet again.
Closing the door to their suite behind them, Skye said to her wife, "That was fun."
"It was," Mary said, smiling as she slipped off her heels. "And tomorrow should be nice too."
"Dinner? Yeah, that'll be so nice after the cases we have," Skye said with a nod. "We should do something if we're all here still another night."
"We should," Mary replied. "But remember Rick and Kate were talking about wanting to have dinner on their own," she said.
"True, maybe we'll be here another day, who knows," Skye said. They walked together into the bedroom and she was about to close the door behind them before she said, "What would you like now?"
"Nothing," Mary replied, holding her hand out to her wife. When she had reached her she then turned around and told her, "I'd like to take this off."
"It's not comfortable?" Skye asked in surprise as her wife as she had worn that dress before.
"Not at the moment," Mary said firmly.
"Okay," Skye said softly. She smiled when her wife looked over her shoulder at her and she reached for the zipper. Once she had had it down, she helped her wife with pushing the fabric off her shoulders before the doctor turned around to her. "Hold on," she said, going to the bed. She sat on the edge of it, smiling at her before Mary pushed off her dress. "Oh grá," she breathed lovingly as she was half naked under the black fabric.
"Stand up," Mary said, going to her wife. Once she had done so she reached for her blazer, pushing it off before Skye was taking it and tossing it to the dresser near them. As she was doing that, she carefully pulled her wife's blouse from her trousers, watching Skye looking down at her. "You don't like it?" she asked.
With those words Skye knew exactly what her wife wanted, and she was thrilled though she had to focus on speaking saying, "I will; anything."
Mary leaned up to kiss her wife, knowing she had her permission to take charge of things for a while, and when they parted she reached for her buttons, working on them until they were all open. She wasn't surprised when her wife was allowing her to open the blouse, studying her bra. "Is this intentional?" she asked with a smirk.
"No," Skye said simply. "I just grabbed it, but I'm glad I did now."
"So am I," Mary said before they were meeting for a kiss. She didn't let it last for long as her nipples were brushing against the rough lace of the pale blue bra. Without a word to her wife, she was opening the clasp that was in between her wife's breasts and once Skye had removed the bra and blouse, she was leaning down.
"Oh!" Skye gasped in pleasure as her wife was kissing around the tops of her breasts. "Wait, you don't need to do that," she told her, stopping her as she didn't want to be mostly dressed. "There are too many clothes on both of us."
"Oh, then let me go ahead and do this…" Mary commented before she gasped when her wife literally fell to her knees in front of her and proceeded to kiss wildly over her mound. "Wait, we're going to need to hurry," she started to say before saying the latter as she made her wife stand up.
"Probably," Skye said absently as she was allowing her wife to open the fly of her trousers. When they were open, she pushed them off herself and removed her panties at the same time. She smiled at her wife and said, "I didn't think that would happen."
"I'm glad it did, you had more than I did," Mary told her with a smile. "Get on the bed."
"Fine," Skye said, having no problem following her wife's demand. She lay in the middle of their bed and put her hands underneath her head before Mary was leaning over her. "What are you-" she started to say.
"I want you to see me," the doctor replied with a wide smile. Though she didn't have much she needed to do, Mary was making sure that her breasts were pressing into her wife's face.
"Oh sure, you can do that but I'm just helpless here," Skye told her wife teasingly.
"Don't complain," Mary said as she pulled back before she was taking off her panties. She tossed them to her wife before she climbed onto the bed with her and said, "Want to use that?"
"I'm not pleasuring myself," Skye replied easily, though she was rubbing the silk fabric between her fingers. She could feel the warmth of her wife's body still on it and she then moved to toss them over the other end of the bed, both watching the black silk flying.
"What should I do with you now grá?" Mary asked once she had turned back to her wife.
"I don't know," Skye said.
"Turn over," Mary said firmly.
"I had to stop you," Skye said, tossing her hair over her shoulder though she was turning as her wife had asked.
"And then you did something to me," Mary replied. She smirked slowly when her wife looked back at her over ger shoulder and said, "It's only a little punishment."
"Yeah," Skye said, making sure she was continuing to look back at her. When her wife's hand flew down to her ass she cried out, though it was mostly in pleasure, and she pressed her body down on the mattress as Mary continued doing that a few more times. She sighed when she stopped and she murmured, "Is that my punishment?"
"It is," Mary replied, watching her wife turning over onto her back. "Now time for my treat."
"Treat," Skye said, unable to help rolling her eyes. When her wife reached down to her and began rubbing at her clit, she cried out softly and reached down to put her hand over the doctor's. She didn't move her, didn't try to stop her, merely felt her movements until she was pulling their hands away on her own. "Okay, so that was your treat…" she started to say. She was startled when her wife got up and she pushed herself up on her hands saying, "You want to use a toy?" She paused and then added, "First thing?"
"Right out of the gate," Mary said, opening the bottom drawer of the dresser. She bent over and knowing her wife was still watching her she lingered for as long as she dared.
"Grá, you know what it is you want to use already," Skye said in mock annoyance. "Get it and come back to the bed already."
Smiling as she stood up straight and closed the drawer with her foot, Mary walked over to the bed and said, "I brought both of them."
"I see that," Skye breathed, looking at their strap-ons, the fake phalluses pressed together. She was sitting up and she said, "Should you do that? You're going to get them off before they're our cocks."
Laughing softly, Mary set aside her wife's strap-on and she was then stepping into her own, her wife assisting her in getting it set fully before she looked on as Skye was adjusting the vibrator that lay flat against her sex. "That's good," she said with a smile.
"Should I turn it on now?" Skye asked her.
"No, I'll take care of it," Mary replied. She then waved her finger down to the bed and told her, "Lay on your stomach and suck on my cock."
Nodding her head rapidly, Skye did as her wife said and she was laying down first before wrapping her hand around the base of her wife's 'erection.' She licked the tip before she took it within her mouth and slid down it until she was at the point of being uncomfortable. She bobbed her head twice, what her wife enjoyed seeing, and she pulled away asking, "Anything else?"
"No, lay down," Mary told her, breathing a little faster herself. Once her wife was on her back on the bed again, she was getting on top of her and saying, "Help me Rose."
At first Skye merely held onto the base of her wife again, and the first time Mary pushed against her the phallus was sliding against her clit and making her moan. When her wife did that a second time she cried out and said, "Oh, I love when you do that."
"Me too but I want to be inside you," Mary said as she was aching then. That time when she tried again, her wife was helping her for sure that time and she was soon sinking into her sex. "Grá," she breathed out to her in joy.
"I know, turn on your vibrator, please," Skye begged her.
"Not yet," Mary said firmly before she was making her first thrust. She and her wife were both moaning in delight at the sensation and she was enjoying the feel of the base of the phallus slightly pushing against her clit. She then started to set up her pace, going slowly at first and faster gradually. Her wife's legs, which had remained next to hers as they had begun, soon moved to press against the sides of hers for a moment before she was placing her feet flat on the bed. With that she wasn't surprised when their hips were slapping together loudly as they were easily speeding up together.
"Oh… Mary… please, please," Skye was begging her as she felt like she needed far more. She was reaching in between them, desperately trying to find where she needed to push to start the vibrator. But because of her position her fingers just couldn't reach it and she lay back with a frustrated groan before her eyes were widening in surprise. Mary had stopped moving but she could feel the length inside her lightly shaking and she cried out before her wife was moving again. Her eyes were rolling around and she couldn't control it as the added stimulation led to more sensation.
"Grá, this…" Mary started to say before she trailed off. She never continued as she was focusing on trying to continue moving steadily though the stimulation directly against her was affecting her greatly. She had the thought for a moment to turn off the vibrator but decided against it since she couldn't really push herself to do it. So instead she was watching Skye, staring at her body and the way her breasts were moving and the way her body shifted around on the bed as well. After a while of that, and trying to thrust the phallus attached to her in an upward motion, she could tell the movements of her wife's body were changing which made her gasp out, "Skye…"
"I'm going to come… Oh, Mary you're… you're so good…" was all the investigator had time to say before she was breaking fully. Skye felt her back arching as she was crying out, her orgasm intense. She could dimly hear through the rapid beat of her heart in her ears, her wife crying out as her pleasure was washing over her. She clutched at Mary's arms, her eyes closed tightly until she felt herself slowing before she stopped, breathing rapidly as her wife collapsed on her.
"I wish this was a vacation," Mary said once she felt she'd gotten her breath back and scrambled to turn off the vibrator as it was too much for her.
"Me too," Skye said before she groaned in disappointment when her wife moved away from her. "Are we going to do anything else?" she asked her, sitting up and helping her take off the toy. She got off the bed but was surprised when her wife pushed her back so she was sitting on the edge. "What's that for?" she asked, startled.
"I didn't say you could get up, did I?" Mary asked.
"No but… isn't it my turn to have a cock?" Skye said slowly.
"Not yet," Mary said simply. She moved her wife back onto the bed with her touch and they climbed onto it together before she had her lay down. She wasn't surprised when Skye was reaching up to cup her breasts and said teasingly, "You want another punishment?"
"No," Skye said. "But I know what you're trying to do, and I want in."
Mary laughed, though it was a little distorted as her wife was playing with her nipples. She didn't stop her though she had wanted to do the same to her wife's mounds, soon sighing in pleasure as she was sucking at her right nipple and she caressed her hair.
"Wait," Skye said as she stopped. She sat up fully before her wife was straddling her legs and she was quick to wrap her arms around her and taking both her nipples. Sucking at them in turn she could feel she was growing more and more excited and she became a little wild in her ministrations before Mary was stopping her. "I wanted to do this before we made love," she said with a smile.
"Oh, I know, I wanted to do the same with yours," Mary replied, smiling back. She reached down and cupped her wife's firm breasts before sighing and lightly rubbing at them before saying, "You're so perfect Rose."
"Thank you," Skye said, breathing heavily in pleasure as she was pressing her chest forward. "But are you going to use your mouth?"
Mary smiled up at her wife before she leaned down and proceeded sucking at her nipples while she was reaching up and playing with her nipple her mouth wasn't on. She could feel her wife's fingers running through her hair before she switched and moved away before looking up at her. "Let's get your cock grá," she told her with a smile as her wife was cupping her face with her hands. She was about to move off the bed when Skye stopped her and was begging her to let her do one more thing before they left the bed.
"Could I touch a little? Please?" the investigator said.
"You did already didn't you?" Mary asked though she was smiling.
"I don't think it matters how many times," Skye replied.
Pretending to think that over, Mary nodded and said, "You're right, I guess it doesn't," before she was gasping as her wife's hands cupped over her breasts immediately.
Touching the mounds reverently, Skye pushed herself up on her knees a little higher so she could reach her wife, kissing her deeply before their tongues met. She could have let that go on for ages, but she recalled she needed to stop and pulled back, breathing a little roughly. "You wouldn't want me to use my mouth?" she asked her, suddenly tempted by staring at her wife's lips.
"No," Mary replied easily though she was enticed herself. She leaned into Skye and shared a kiss with her before she nearly threw herself off the bed and went to the nightstand where her wife's strap-on was. She helped her with it and gently ran her finger along the phallus attached to her wife. "Want me to do the same?" she asked.
"That's okay," Skye replied quickly. "Actually, I have something else in mind. On the bed," she said, nodding to it. She half expected her wife to say something about her taking control, but when Mary merely nodded and climbed onto the mattress, she knew they had finished playing that her wife was the dominant one. "Are you still surprised I'm okay doing that?" she asked as she got on the bed after her wife was laying in the middle of it.
"Not really, it's fun to play with," Mary replied. She saw the smile on the investigator's face and asked, "What?"
"No, I was thinking the same," Skye said. "That we were playing with that." It was her turn to ask, "What?" when her wife was frowning slightly as she looked her up and down.
"Are you sure I can't do the same?" Mary asked.
Looking down at herself, Skye was already aware of what her wife wanted and though she wanted to make love to her she knew she wouldn't deny her request as thinking of it a little more was exciting her. "Alright but… don't turn on the vibrator," she told her.
"I won't," Mary said, pushing herself up. She cupped her wife's face with her hands and told her, "Thank you so much," before kissing down to her shoulders and then breasts. She heard Skye suck in a breath as she was deliberately kissing her nipples and she smiled inwardly as she moved down directly to her wife's 'erection.' She pressed a kiss to the tip of it before she lowered her mouth slowly and was soon bobbing her head a few times until her wife was stopping her hurriedly.
"I don't want to wait anymore," Skye explained as she could see her wife's protest on her face. She was about to ask how she wanted them to make love when the doctor was getting on top of her, straddling her legs. They worked together to get her length inside of Mary and once her wife was settled, she wrapped her arms around her back while her wife was putting her own around her neck. "How would you like this?" she asked.
Instead of responding to that, Mary reached in between them to fumble a little in between her wife's legs before she was able to turn on the vibrator pressed against Skye's sex. "Daitai grá," she said, telling her the word roughly in Japanese. She wasn't surprised when her wife was kissing her hard and they were fighting together with their tongues as she was beginning to push herself up and down. She had to go slowly at first because of their kiss, but eventually her wife was pulling away so she could thrust too. Since they were going so fast with the extra leverage they had pulled apart, she was crying out as their hips were smacking together and she said, "You… oh Skye you're so good…"
Feeling a rush of desire at the tone of her wife's voice, the investigator was reaching for her ass, squeezing it tightly before Skye said, "You're going to make me slip out you… know."
"I can just put you back in," Mary said easily before she stopped bouncing on her and then began to roll her hips. She moaned deeply as the sensation affected her greatly before she was rocking back and forth. She would have been happy to remain like that for some time when Skye was stopping her and making her lay down on her back. She was excited at the prospect of that position, but her attention was taken by the length on her wife as it wasn't moving. "Did you turn that off?" she asked as she pushed herself up slightly.
"Lay down," Skye replied gently as she slightly put pressure on her shoulder. Once her wife had she moved to slide inside of her sex again before she was reaching underneath her and turning on the vibrator. At that moment she was in control of the thrusting and she took advantage of it, going as fast as she could to make sure she pleasured her wife in the way she had done for her. She thrilled at the way Mary was crying out to her and moaning though she couldn't stop vocalizing in the same way before they were orgasming collectively and hard. She lost control of her thrusts and was doing so wildly though they weren't stopping until they were still, trembling in their absolute joy. She carefully withdrew from her wife and moved until she was laying with Mary wrapped up in her arms. "I love you so much grá," she told her wife emotionally.
"I love you too Rose," Mary replied with a smile. "Hmm, that was perfect," she said, stretching slightly before she watched her wife getting off the bed. She followed her to get the strap-on off her and once it was set aside, she wrapped her arms around her neck. Their kiss was tender, but they lingered until they were almost breathless, and she said, "You're so amazing at this grá."
"I learned from you," Skye said, smiling when her wife playfully pinched her side. "Come on," she then told her wife before they climbed onto the bed. "Tomorrow we have donuts and coffee for breakfast," she told her.
"What made you think of that?" Mary asked with a smile.
Kissing her, Skye said, "I was remembering how you came with that for me the first time I went out of the country for an investigation after we'd started to date." When her wife kissed her at that she did the same before they were laying together and recalling that morning when her then girlfriend of just over two months had called her after her return from Australia.
"Hello?" Skye said sleepily once she'd answered her phone.
"Hey, did I wake you up?" Mary asked.
"Yeah but it's…" Skye started to say before she looked at her alarm clock. "Almost nine so I should get up anyways. How are you?"
"I'll tell you in a little bit," Mary replied. "I'm about to grab some donuts and coffee and I'd love to bring them over."
"Sounds great," Skye replied with a smile. Since it was a Saturday, she knew her girlfriend didn't have work and since she'd finished her paperwork in Australia and the beginning of the flight home, she was free as well. "Listen, would you want to stay over today? I'm still tired from the flight but we could watch movies or something," she asked.
"That would be great, I'll let you pick them today," Mary said.
"Thanks," Skye said in amusement.
"Okay, I'll see you in about a half hour," Mary replied. "Bye."
"Bye," Skye said before she hung up the phone. She set it onto her nightstand and tossed the covers aside before getting out of bed rapidly. She brushed her hair and stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror for a while, trying to figure out what she would do with it. But she finally put it back into a ponytail and walked to her closet, looking around inside before choosing to go casual with a Beatles t-shirt and jeans.
When she was back in her room, Skye grabbed her phone and headed down the stairs to the entry so she could open the gate for her girlfriend. She didn't have very long to wait and once the gate was opening, she stepped out onto the porch, waving to her girlfriend before she went back in to go through the house and meet her in the back.
"Why did you wait on the porch?" Mary teased her once she was out of her car.
Shrugging Skye said, "I wanted to see you." Once Mary was with her in the house, she closed the screen door since the day was nice and she went to the kitchen.
"I got Pink Box donuts," Mary told her. "And their mochas."
"Thank you, I haven't gone to their place for ages," Skye replied, watching her opening the smaller sized box that was on the counter next to their cups of coffees.
"You're welcome, I haven't either," Mary replied before she was turning to her.
Skye couldn't help gasping for a moment as her girlfriend grabbed her and she was kissing her hard on the lips. It took a second for her to recover and she was soon responding, slipping her tongue into Mary's mouth before they were tilting their heads slightly to the side before they were holding onto each other tightly. She started their second kiss and as soon as it had begun, she knew they were risking getting out of control, so she pulled away and said, "I… I missed you."
"I missed you too, if you couldn't tell," Mary said, smiling at her. She couldn't stop herself and leaned over, brushing her lips against hers before she said, "Let's have breakfast outside and then start watching movies."
"I'm okay," Skye said after she nodded her head in agreement to the suggestion. "We didn't have any fatalities, but we had a hard time getting the black boxes. Luckily we do now so hopefully everything wraps up."
"Will you have to go back?" Mary asked.
"That I don't know yet," Skye replied, picking out one of the specialty donuts. "But for now, I'm here in LA."
"Good," Mary said, cupping her girlfriend's cheek before kissing her tenderly. When they parted, she said, "I'll be doing that the rest of the day."
Leaning over, Skye kissed her back before she said, "Me too." She shared a smile with her before they walked together out into the backyard and the rose garden where they would start their day together talking and eating breakfast.
Feeling her wife's hand cupping over her breast, Skye looked at her and said, "We will do that in the morning."
"And the garden?" Mary asked.
"Screw it," Skye said with a smile as her wife was laughing softly.
"Oh no grá, screw me," Mary said, pulling her wife on top of her. When Skye groaned at that phrase she said, "Well… fuck me at least."
"I will, I want to," Skye replied before their lips were meeting and they were kissing keenly. They couldn't seem to stop, and her arousal was getting completely out of control before they moved. They began pressing their bodies together and pleasuring one another as much as they possibly could to exhaust each other in any way they could.