Lainey and CB celebrate their three-month anniversary.
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"My love is all I have to give
Without you I don't think I can live
I wish I could give the world to you
But love is all I have to give."
~ Backstreet Boys, "All I Have to Give" (1997)
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In the weeks following the fake break-up, the gossip swirling about them soon died down, and the remainder of the school year went off without a hitch. They kept their distance as much as they could at William Penn to keep up their ruse. Except for that one time in her office when they could no longer contain their desire for each other and ended up cracking the surface of her desk in the process. It was an old desk anyway, commandeered from Earl Ball himself, and probably already on its last leg.
They spent most of their time away from school either at her apartment or his, just enjoying each other's company. Sometimes, he'd read poetry to her at night, her feet propped up on his lap as they lounged on her sofa. She loved the passion he had for the English language, the way the words rolled so eloquently off his tongue. It only rivaled her love of music. She'd sing to him little songs she'd make up about his eyes, his hair, or even his ties on her guitar. He'd end up thanking her with a simple kiss, which would ultimately lead to other things. They just couldn't help themselves. They were young and in love, and nothing could keep them from enjoying the spoils love brought along with it.
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It's nearing the end of summer now, and she's planned a huge surprise for him for their three-month anniversary. She's bought him a tie, something she knew he'd cherish, not only because he treasures every single one he has, but also because of what it represents - three months of their love. It's been the most amazing time of her life, and she knows it has been for him as well. She also has another present for him, but that's to be revealed later.
She waits for him to arrive at her apartment for the evening. She's prepared him dinner - well, she ordered cheesesteaks from Geno's, something she knows will bring a smile to his face. She's wearing a long, brown trench coat and black fedora she managed to smuggle out of William Penn's drama department. She promised Susan Cinoman she'd bring back the coat all in one piece and thoroughly laundered ("God only knows what you need it for" were the drama teacher's exact words).
Underneath the coat, she's wearing two rather scandalous pieces of lingerie, a black lacy bodice with matching underwear, and high heels. She hopes he'll enjoy both of her neatly wrapped gifts this evening.
She hears him at the door and her heart begins to race. She quickly presses play on her stereo system and sits backwards in the chair she's positioned in the middle of the living room.
"Freak me, baby… ah, yeah. Freak me, baby… hmm, just like that…"
"Holy God…" He stalls in the doorway, immediately dropping the small present and bouquet of roses in his hands.
"Good evening, Mr. Brown," she says seductively.
He stares wide-eyed back at her, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down wildly. She fingers the brim of the hat, opening and closing her legs around the back of the chair, and begins to dance for him using the chair as a prop.
"Let me lick you up and down till you say stop. Let me play with your body, baby, make you real hot…"
She stands up from the chair, tossing her hat toward him. It bounces off his chest, but he barely notices; he's completely spellbound by her. She stalks provocatively around the chair, fingering the top of it, running her free hand through her long, blond hair. When she rounds the chair once, she spins the chair around and takes a seat facing him. She then fans out her legs, giving him a peek of what's underneath her long coat.
"Lainey…" he whispers, watching her with raptured attention.
"Let me do all the things you want me to do... 'cause tonight, baby, I wanna get freaky with you…"
She struts sexily toward him, mouthing the words, and yanks him by the arms over to the couch. He stumbles backward onto the cushions, and she straddles him, kicking off her heels, and places a knee on either side of his lap. He draws in a sharp breath as she begins to slowly unbutton the trench coat to reveal his first present of the night.
"Fuck," he says, his eyes now falling on the lingerie.
The sheer bodice pushes up her breasts, making them look even more amazing if she does say so herself. Not to mention the fact that they've been looking much fuller lately.
"You like what you see, Mr. Brown?" She asks as she throws the coat aside.
He nods furiously like a maniac, completely speechless, and she giggles, bringing her lips to his. He forcibly kisses her back, his lips almost devouring hers, his hands raking up through her hair. His fingers soon run behind her back to unfasten the bodice. He struggles with the clasp at first, sighing in frustration; then she pauses against his lips, hearing the sound of seams coming undone as his hands forcefully rip it off her.
"Sorry, I just couldn't help myself," he says breathlessly, his cheeks flushing with heat.
"It's okay." She looks down, laughing at his rashness, and the broken bodice falls away from her chest. "I guess I should call you Superman from now on instead of Superteacher."
"You can call me anything you want, Miss Lewis."
He peers up at her, a crooked smirk on his face, and tosses the bodice to the floor. He takes her left breast into his mouth, and she leans her head back, relishing in the warmth as he traces and thoroughly sucks her nipple. She gasps for air, his tongue moving up to her neck and then to her lips. She rises up on her knees, and his hands trail down to her black underwear, fingering the elastic before ripping them off her as well. She could care less that he's destroyed her lingerie; she wants to feel him inside her now.
She quickly helps him unfasten his belt and khakis before lowering herself onto him, feeling him throbbing inside her all the way down. The incredible sensation of their bodies becoming one never ceases to amaze her.
Clasping her arms on his shoulders, she begins to rock back and forth on top of him. He grabs her by the waist, guiding her slow gentle thrusts against him. His breath quickens as she makes love to him, and he moans her name over and over again barely above a whisper. She runs her fingers down his oxford shirt, unbuttoning each button as she goes. He leans forward slightly, and she lowers it down his shoulders, kissing, licking, and sucking every inch of skin she can capture with her mouth.
"Lain…" His eyes and mouth open wide, and she silences him with her lips, exploring his mouth now with her tongue.
He grips her ass tightly, pushing himself as far as he can inside her. She rapidly rolls her hips forward, stroking her clit against him, and feels her peak slowly building, her tongue still entwined with his.
"CB… uh," she groans, her lips curling amongst the pleasure.
He's learned to sense when she's close now; they've had lots of practice over the past three months.
"Come, baby. Come for me, Lewis," he whispers against her ear. She feels it all the way to her knees. He then peppers long, open-mouthed kisses all the way down her neck to her breasts.
She rides him harder, his words spurring her on. Before long, the sensation swells inside her core, blossoming outward through every nerve ending in her body. White spots blind her vision for several seconds, and she can feel her heartbeat pulsating all the way in her ears. Every moment she shares with him like this just keeps getting better and better.
She collapses against his chest, and his arms fold around her. He grunts into her hair as he meets his release as well.
After a few minutes of holding each other, their breaths return to a normal rhythm.
"Happy anniversary," she says, kissing his shoulder.
"Very happy indeed," he agrees. "Thank you."
They share a laugh.
"I got you something," she tells him, sliding out of his lap. She scoops up her ruined bodice, slipping her arms through the straps, and covers herself the best she can with it.
"That wasn't my gift?" He asks jokingly and refastens his khakis and belt.
"Well, that was part one… this is part two." She places the wrapped gift in his lap. "Hope you like it."
"I'm sure I will."
She bites her lip as he rips open the present and pulls back the tissue paper inside the box. Her heart begins to race once again.
"It's a tie. You know me too well." He smiles and leans over to give her a peck on the cheek. "I love it! Thank you, Lainey."
"Did you look at it closely?" Her heart's beating even faster now.
"What?" He looks down at the tie again, holding it up to the light. "It says 'Number One Dad.' Did you get it on sale around Father's Day?"
"Nope," she says, peering up at him through her lashes.
"But… I'm not a dad. I'm…" He looks back up at her, the realization dawning on him. His mouth opens wide in shock. "You're… you're not…"
She closes her eyes and nods.
Tears start to form in his eyes, and he cups his hands over his mouth, letting the tie drop in his lap.
"No way. Are you serious?"
She nods again.
"Oh, my God…"
Elated, he sweeps her up in his arms, pulling her back in his lap. He kisses her fiercely on the lips before kissing her cheeks, her nose, her forehead.
"Are you happy, CB?" She nervously bites her lip.
"Am I happy?" He laughs, his eyes red from crying. "I'm freaking over the moon, Lainey! How long have you known?"
"A few weeks," she admits, wiping his tears away. He's so precious when he cries happy tears. "I was so exhausted and couldn't stand certain smells, and I missed my period, so I went to the doctor… I was waiting until tonight to tell you."
"It's the best gift you could ever give me."
He looks down at her waist and then back up at her face.
"May I?" He sweetly asks.
She grabs his hand and places it over her lower abdomen, pressing it gently against her skin.
They both lovingly gaze at each other before giggling and leaning their foreheads together. He kisses her tenderly once again.
"I guess that makes my gift even more appropriate now." He shifts her beside him and stands up from the couch. He retrieves the gift he dropped on his way in.
She eyes him curiously as he sits back down on the couch and hands her the small present.
He grins giddily, watching her, as she opens the carefully-wrapped box.
"Patti the Platypus…" She frowns, staring down at the Beanie Baby in confusion. "But you've already given me this. Did you steal this off my desk at school?"
"I knew you knew it was me who gave it to you."
"Even though you tried to deny it." She bumps him with her shoulder. She then notices something unusual about the Beanie Baby. "What's this?"
She fingers the ribbon tied around the stuffed animal's neck, spying a gold ring with a beautiful emerald stone in the middle. She almost weeps when she realizes why he's given it to her.
"It's my nana's ring… and I know it's not a diamond, but it matches your eyes," he says sweetly, untwining the ring from around the platypus's neck.
He lowers down on one knee in front of her, taking a deep breath and blowing the air forcefully out his mouth. He looks up at her with nothing but love and adoration.
"Lainey Lewis… my baby mama…" He gives her a coy look, and she laughs. "Will you marry me?"
She doesn't have to think twice.
"Yes, dummy." She's crying now, the moisture pouring from her eyes. She doesn't think she'll ever be happier in her life. Now that she's having his child, this is just the icing on the cake.
She wraps her arms around his neck, and he kisses her deeply. He pulls back and takes her left hand into his, trying to place the ring on her finger. He groans in frustration when it won't go on.
"I know. I have chubby fingers." She laughs, sniffing and wiping the tears from under her eyes with her right hand.
He finally decides to try her pinky finger and it fits flawlessly.
"We'll get it resized and maybe one day, I can afford to buy you the diamond you deserve."
"I don't want anything else," she says, grabbing the sides of his face. "I love it, CB. It's perfect."
"I love you, Lainey Lewis." He smiles up at her.
"And I love you, Charlie Brown."
She playfully tackles him to the floor, and they both burst into laughter. He rolls her over, planting kisses all over her face. He moves his lips down all the way to her waist, placing a lingering kiss to the skin covering her belly where their future now rests.
"And I love you too," he whispers against her skin.
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Yes, they are pregnant and getting married. Seriously, this is exactly what I want for them, so I just thought - why not? I'm thinking there will be one last chapter - an epilogue. Let me know what you thought and thank you for reading! ~ Dazzy xxoo