HENRY COMES HOME
Hugs, kisses and laughter abounded when Henry arrived home with Vicki. He told them everything and after the kids were settled into bed, as it was later in the afternoon when Henry got home, Henry was preparing to have a wonderful night with Vicki.
Vicki was trying to keep herself in check so as not to let Henry sense her desire.
"Okay, we are all alone..." Henry was teasing her.
"Henry, I'm really not feeling well." She lied, she hoped he couldn't tell and she couldn't use that excuse every night.
"Oh," he stopped. Vicki never told him no, not ever. But, if she didn't feel well, which was unusual because since giving birth, she was never sick anymore, part of the changing process for her to immortal, he would understand.
"I've just been working alot you know, stressed," that was the truth, stress.
"That's okay." Henry slid in beside her, spooning her into him. He sniffed her jasmine shampoo, this was going to be hard, Vicki had not anticipated how hard it would be...until now.
"Good night, " Vicki said," I love you Henry," she added as she snuggled in, trying not to alert her excitement to him.
"I love you too Vicki" He kisse her neck, she tried so hard not to shudder. Whew, one night down, five to go.
The next five nights, Vicki had to really be creative. One night, she feigned falling asleep with the twins. Henry knew never to move her if she wanted to sleep with the kids.
Another night, she really did have a headache and her bad mood showed through so Henry didn't even try. On the fourth night, Vicki really was feeling sick to her stomach. She knew it was either nerves, stress or both, but Henry must have seen how green she was around the gills as he just held her, stroking her hair until she fell asleep in his arms.
The fifth and final night. Henry was not in a good mood and for that matter, neither was Vicki. They were both about to burst at the seams, literally. She never wanted to jump his bones as bad as she did this night. Well, the strip-tease he did for her, yeah, that night.
"Vicki, you know it's been almost a week. Are you up for things tonight?" He asked, using that damn sexy voice of his.
"Well, I see you're up for it." Vicki said looking at his boxers. Henry took that as a yes, but he was wrong.
He stepped toward her, she put her hands on his chest, stopping him. She almost could not contain herself, she was throbbing with need, love and lust all rolled into one. Just touching him made her hotter.
"Tomorrow, I promise, really, tomorrow." No explanation, she just climbed into bed, turned her back and bit her lip.
She could hear Henry growling, he was not happy.
She turned to look at him.
"Are you coming to bed?" he was pulling on sleep pants, leaving his hard muscled chest bare.
"No. I'm going to work on my novel.." with that he turned, going to his room.
Vicki threw herself down on the pillows groaning.
"You have no idea how hard this is for me too.." but she smiled knowing that by this time tomorrow, she would be Mrs. Vicki Nelson-Fitztroy. And he would have the best damn day and night of his life...