Chapter 10: How About Three?
A/N: You Wanna Be Rough has never really had a plot, so don't expect this to be anything plotty. It's really just more sexy drabble. Happy brain is happy right now, so it produces happy fics. Join me in "every woman's fantasy land", eh?
Rating: M. Big M, little m, all the Ms. Seriously. MMMMMM. If you remember anything about this story's chapters, let it be the M rating.
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"You awake?" Vaughn's voice was a hint of a whisper, not wanting to wake his sleeping wife if she was indeed asleep.
"No," she mumbled, and he could tell she was barely awake. Barely was enough.
"I want kids." His blurted statement made him wince and realize how awkward saying it out loud was after having the beginning of their conversation in his mind on repeat over the last two hours. One-sided of course.
He closed his eyes with a grimace feeling her shift. Reopening he saw her confused squint in the half-light of the dark bedroom as she sat up on her elbows.
"Like...right now?"
He laughed at her question as some of the tension left his body. "No...I don't know. I mean...we haven't really talked about it."
"What about work?"
"I mean, people aren't spies forever - Jack notwithstanding." She flopped onto her back with a chuckle. "Do...you...not want kids?"
She thought a moment before turning shining brown eyes on his worried face, the chisel of his jawline and dimpled chin outlined in the low light emitting from the opposite side of the room. "Yeah, I do. I just thought, you know, later. When we're older and wiser."
"I don't want to sleep on the couch as punishment for saying this, but...we're older." He knew he was pushing, and the cynical sideways grin/glare she tossed his direction made him lean in to press a kiss to her forehead before flopping to his own side of the bed. "Sorry I just...seeing Will and Francie's kid hit me harder than I thought it would. I didn't think that guys could feel the biological clock tick, you know?"
He heard more than saw her nod as a comfortable, contemplative quiet settled in the room. Michael thought she'd drifted back toward sleep when she sat up and stepped out of bed, the camisole twisted a bit around her midsection and the hip-hugging underwear showing off her muscled backside. The light from the bathroom blinded him a bit as he too rose, curiosity perching him on the edge of the bed.
"How about this," her voice sounded distant, the cabinet inside thumping as she closed it behind her. Stepping back into his view he saw the familiar container of birth control in her hand, a grin breaking out on his face as she held it over the trashcan and dropped it in with a clatter.
"Seriously?"
Sydney flipped the light off and left the bathroom, her path directly to his side of the bed to stand between his open legs. His hands settled on her hips as he looked up with soft adoration at his wife. "Yeah." Her hands caressed patterns through his hair and over his shoulder as his fingers rubbed at the small of her back.
"Here's the deal," she continued. "We'll see what happens. And when we get pregnant, no more field assignments."
"For either of us."
They nodded simultaneously, Sydney leaning down and pressing a light sweet kiss to his lips. His nose rubbed against hers as they parted, though their foreheads and clinging hands kept them merely a breath apart.
It was rare to have a nearly perfect moment, but Sydney found herself stumbling across them with Vaughn more than with anyone else she'd known. "We should practice trying, just to make sure," his whisper broke said perfect moment, but in a way that she loved.
"You know I took it this morning. It won't really stop working for like a week."
Vaughn nodded as he slid his head down to pepper kisses along her jaw and neck blazing a trail of sparks straight to her center. "That's why I said practice." He traced her swallowing throat with his mouth in a slow trek south.
A soft sigh sneaked out from behind her lips, Sydney feeling like she was floating from his gentle ministrations. Reality stepped in attempting to ground her. "We have a flight at seven in the morning," she reminded as her hooded eyes spied the bedside alarm clock, the angry red numbers reading 12:47.
"Good thing we can sleep on the plane," his words, muffled by the soft skin at the crook of her neck, wafted the few inches to her ear in a gravelly whisper.
Sydney acquiesced by settling her knees into the soft mattress across his legs, effectively straddling his lap. This placed her cotton-covered core directly over his straining boxers, his exhale blowing a rush of hot air across her chest. His fingers slid under her top, hooking them hem and lifting until her perky breasts were pressing against his bare chest.
Strong arms wrapped around her lithe frame as he pushed his face into her neck and held her tight, the steady beating of her heart against his lips as he breathed in the unique floral scent of her perfume. She rested her cheek against the side of his head pressing a kiss to the top of his ear. Sleep be damned, she'd stay up with him all night. It wouldn't be the first time and was absolutely not going to be the last.
After a few minutes adrift in the solitude of intimacy, he unwrapped her, his hands reclaiming their spot at her hips. He placed a kiss over her heart, his mouth moving downward scattering kisses against the inside curve of each breast. The airy mewl that escaped her lips made him smile, delighting that he could pamper and explore her body every time they were together knowing it drove her crazy while sending him to the moon.
Her fingernails dug into his shoulder blades the moment his lips wrapped around a taut nipple, his left hand sliding up to her ribcage so his thumb could gently sweep across the neglected bud on the other side. Slowly he switched sides, his right hand mimicking as the left splayed across her back holding her in place, though he knew she wasn't going anywhere any time soon.
The fire burning low in her stomach was settling into a boil, Sydney more than happy to let it build. During this first year of marriage, she'd learned to be patient with her passion. She had to give most of the credit to her teacher, however, as it seemed Vaughn delighted in relearning every single curve she possessed each time they were together. At first, they'd focused too much on the bottom line - sprinting to the finish line.
To be fair, with Kendall calling almost every available moment, rushing had become the norm. The day they got home from a trip and turned their phones off for nearly 36 hours changed their lives. Surprise, surprise, the world didn't end despite the fact that the office couldn't get ahold of them. It was a valuable lesson, one they continued to exercise every opportunity.
Michael had taught her to enjoy the journey as much as the destination more than any previous lover, and she'd been a quick student. His mouth left her breasts and moved north, arms wrapping back around as he stood and turned with her still clinging to his torso. Leaning forward he reverently laid her atop the blankets, her legs and arms letting go as he rose to look at the already sated woman in the moonlight shining through the cracked window blinds.
Though her eyes were closed he knew that behind the lids were purple-hued hazel iris'. Sweeping down he spotted the extra pout to her parted lips as she bit softly at the left side of the lower, and down further still he took in her nearly nude form, the cotton panties the only remaining clothing. Stripping quietly he stood back up feeling his knees bump the soft hanging blanket on the bed. He gently traced a finger from the dimple between her collarbones down between her breasts and down further still to swirl around her belly button making her abs twitch, the finger finally reaching its destination at the hem of cotton.
Leaning down he pressed a wet kiss to the left of her bellybutton, Sydney keeping her eyes closed at the sensation, though she weaved the fingers of one hand into his hair. His mouth followed his fingertip as it hooked inside the hem and slid across her waist from left to right, tongue dipping into the button before continuing across. She felt the underwear slide down her legs, his kisses following to her right knee before he stepped away, the garment joining the others on the floor to be picked up in the morning.
Trailing a line of heat from her knee back toward her hip he knelt on the floor beside the bed looping her leg over his shoulder and pressing a wet kiss to the inside of her thigh. Her moan was more an echo bouncing off the ceiling, the sound blocked a bit by his angle, but he smiled nonetheless at the higher pitch. His right hand moved down and rubbed tickling lines on the calf of her other leg, his mouth closing in on his target.
The second his warmth enveloped her throbbing mound, she had a mini orgasm, one fist clutching his hair as the other the bedsheet. She felt his chuckle as his tongue swirled around the now oversensitive button, her knees and thighs trembling a bit, and she cursed.
"Damnit, Michael." He knew it drove her crazy, in a good way, that he kept count each time she came when they had sex. His goal was to get her off as many times as he could before it became too much and he gave himself up to her willing body.
"One," he murmured against her core, his mouth going back to exploring her folds, though by now he considered himself an expert.
"It was a tiny one," she panted, trying to justify that perhaps it shouldn't count, though she loved the games they played in the bedroom. Far be it from her to complain that she'd outscored him every single time, sometimes by three or four.
"Still counts, Syd." She could hear the joy in his voice and countered with a sigh.
"What's your goal for tonight?" Her query was accompanied by a groan as he placed a sucking kiss to her clit.
He thought for a second redirecting a love bite to her inside thigh, "I'm thinking fifty." Sydney's sultry laugh made his heart bounce as well as his cock.
"I'll die. I mean...I," she panted, "I'll die happy, but I think it'll still kill me."
"All right then. How about three?"
She finally opened her eyes and lifted her head to look down at his cocky grin from between her legs. "If you can," she challenged before her head flopped back against the pillow of her hair. Three wouldn't be hard, especially with their warm-up, she just liked teasing him.
Vaughn's mouth drove her nearly to the brink again, stopping just short of the cliff. He laughed at her growl as he removed her leg from his shoulder and stood, his hands moving to her hips and pushing to her away from the edge before climbing up and settling between her legs. Leaning his weight on his left elbow, his right hand moved back to the junction of her thighs to rub a soft swirling pattern over her sensitive button.
"Two," he leaned in with a whisper, lips tickling the edge of her ear.
She shook her head, "you're early," she argued, though she could feel the flames licking up from her stomach into her chest. He scoffed and leaned down to nibble the sensitive spot just below her ear.
"How dare you...I've never been early my entire life," he mock scolded pulling another feathery laugh from her chest.
His thumb stayed making soft flicks against her clit as he directed the blunt end of his hardness to her opening. Pressing inside merely an inch he stilled until he heard her moan go up in pitch, felt her toes curl against his calves and her fingernails dig into his biceps, thrusting with his hips to the hilt as she shuddered around him. He groaned into strands of her chocolate hair as his hand slid up to her waist pulling her body flush to his. He fought the urge to come immediately as she pulsed around him, her moans and gasps slowing, though still mingled with his own.
They stayed still and connected for several moments, her heartbeat slowing to match his as he pushed up a bit to press his forehead against hers. "God, Michael," she panted, "we're gonna have so many kids."
Vaughn laughed and pulled back to look at her half-lidded sparkling eyes. "Not for a week, at least," he grinned and his hand moved up to cup her cheek, thumb doing the usual brush over the cheekbone. "You are so beautiful."
"There's no way you can see me in this light."
Michael shrugged, "doesn't make it any less true. And," he paused with a slow thrust out then back into her warmth, "I'm not gonna stop saying it."
Her dimples appeared as she cupped the back of his neck pulling his mouth to hers, tongue teasing at his lips before he joined the duel. He moved his body slowly as they both relished in the enjoyment of being together, his right hand exploring her body top to as much bottom as he could reach, Sydney kissing and biting his shoulder, chest, and throat.
He was enjoying it too much: the sights, the feel, the sounds of their lovemaking, a single whining mewl pulling him back to the present. "Shit," he growled, "I picked the wrong number." She nodded in agreement as a smile broke out across her parted lips.
He shook his head realigning his body to directly above as her hands grasped at his back, his palms planting flat against the bed to the right and left of her ribcage as he sped up. He heard it in her voice and felt it against his hardness, he knew she was close. Closer than him, and there wasn't anything he could do about it.
Vaughn smiled and watched her eyes squeeze shut and her body tense as the first crest of orgasm hit her, the sweet moan loud in his ear as he joined at the sudden squeezing of her inner muscles. He slowed his thrusts to let her come down but kept his position above her as her legs had looped and ankles locked around his backside, her fingernails slowly loosening their grip digging into his shoulder blades.
"I don't want you to," pant, "take this as a challenge or anything, but," pant, "you can't keep this up all night. You're not going to break your record."
It was Vaughn's turn to be cynical as he called her bluff with a panting harsh whisper, "what makes you say that?"
"Because just like you know every time I'm about to come, I know when you're close. And," pant, "you're close."
Damnit, she was right. He was close. He saw the satisfied smile on her face as she closed her eyes and flopped her head back to the mattress. "I'll break it one of these days, Sydney," he swore, her low wonton laugh making him twitch inside her.
His mouth crashed over hers, his first thrust not gentle in contrast to everything else that evening. Sydney didn't care - she'd hit cloud nine a while ago, content to cling to him for the duration of the ride as wave after wave of pleasure built up in her stomach for number four. She took a small amount of pride in knowing he'd guessed the wrong number. It was a meaningless bet if it could even be called such as nothing had actually been bargained, but she was counting herself as the victor - in more ways than one.
Sydney felt the muscles of his back tense and his moans go gravelly and low. His body tipped forward for him to bury his face into the crook of her neck and shoulder, his hands going from propping himself up to clutching her waist, his release pending. His now tipped position always caused the base of his shaft to grind into her overworked clit releasing the tide behind her last orgasm.
Their shared cries filled the room as he spilled into her body holding her tight and close. Several minutes ticked by until their muscles relaxed in and around each other, her legs unhooking from his waist as his hands left her sides to push himself up.
Heavy-lidded, purple-laden eyes look up at him with love, Michael heaving a sigh and wiping at his sweaty upper lip. "You win," pant, "I guessed wrong."
"I always win," she laughed as he pulled back and stepped off the bed, reaching out a hand and helping her up. They shared a soft kiss going two different directions, Sydney into the bathroom and Michael staying to slide into his boxers and put the disarray of the bed into order.
Once back in bed they were like magnets, Sydney tucking into his arm and pressing light kisses to his shoulder.
"How are we gonna stay awake tomorrow?"
"Who cares?" He chuckled pressing a kiss to her forehead as they drifted to sleep.
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