Up bright and early every morning with the crack of dawn, that's you and your hubby. Ford generally prefers to do his doctor appointments in the morning to early afternoon, and work on study and research in the late afternoon until closing, an emergency or busy day notwithstanding. So after gratefully devouring the simple but scrumptious buttered toast, scrambled eggs and fresh squeezed orange juice and coffee you made for him while he was in the shower, he heads out of the door, right at seven, in order to get straight to said appointments on time.
You're just as diligent to get to your work, though you now have a little one to hang on your hip or back as you do it. Your little miracle daughter, born just over a year ago. You and Ford were both a nervous wreck that last month of pregnancy, after losing what would have been your firstborn the previous year. Ford even told you of having a delirious dream one night, where the goddesses of the three towns blessed them and promised him their next child would be born safely. He was not normally the sort of man to take such a fanciful notion seriously, but it seemed Ford's extra praying and pleading to the gods worked out, and your little Anastasia Renee was born just after your own birthday, safely delivered by her own father.
You're about to take her with you out to the fields to do some watering, when you notice the mailbox was left open. Very unusual...
But even more unusual is the letter peeking from inside, made with expensive and elegant stationary. It's sitting right on top of all the other mail for the day, so of course you'd notice...
You're even more surprised to see that the letter is addressed to you... From Ford? What in the world...?
You hurry to open the contents and read them, deciding instead to let little Ana play in the front lawn with your gentle German Shepherd puppy, recently added to the homestead both to help guard the baby, and the new sheep you got to make baby clothes.
The letter begins, 'My dearest Kym. It is I, your husband Ford.' You roll your eyes. Obviously, his name was already on the front of the envelope! Wait, why did he sound so nervous...? You continue reading, 'It has come to my attention that you haven't had a check up in nearly a year, and you are due for one soon enough. I only have a couple of appointments this morning, so I would like it if you would be so kind as to meet me at my clinic at about 3 in the afternoon for an examination. Also, Megan has requested we allow her to visit/babysit Anastasia sometime and let Colin and Noel have a play-date with her, and she kindly agreed to babysit her for today, so you may leave her with them on the way to the clinic. Also, I may want to do a thorough examination, to make extra sure your body is ready for another pregnancy as you have been requesting lately, so please be sure to take at least a quick shower or bath before you head out. Love, Your Husband, Ford'
Your mouth starts to crack into a grin. Good lord, there's even a tiny little valentine heart drawn next to his final signature in red ink, while the rest is in black. You reread the letter at least five more times. No way, no way, you keep repeating to yourself, even though that heart makes it very plain how obvious he is trying to make his intentions...
Ford... Of all people... Was HE seriously trying to set up a spontaneous romantic date...?
You grin wider, feeling it in your whole jaw and up to each ear. Oh gods... He so was... And it was -about time-!
You hurry through a few of your less messy chores, then send for a worker to finish the rest of the day's farm-work as you take a shower with the baby. After getting you both dressed, you meet the handyman who has come to do the work - A trusted friend of Ludus. You pay him in advance and also gift him with a jug of ice-cold lemonade and a sack of various seasonal fruits and vegetables to take home at the end of the day. Then you eagerly head out on your way.
Megan is certainly most excited to meet you at her door a few minutes later! She has a knowing smile on her face, and you're not bothering to hide yours either. You talk nothing but pleasantness and niceties around the children, but both of you world-wise women KNOW why Ford finally asked her to babysit out of the blue...
You bid her goodbye after leaving her with all the necessities, and try not to outright -skip- on your way to the clinic. You're just a little bit early still, after all - 2:47? Oh no, that won't do. Need to make him wait just a little... You go to Brad's and get a quick and light tomato salad lunch and a glass of dark grape wine. You share/brag with him and Carrie that Megan offered to watch Ana-darling and now Ford and you were going to have a little afternoon date. You don't even try to tell them it's a "check up", as Ford had called it. But you do tell them that's what he called it and you all have a row of snickers and giggles about it. Whoops. Darn that wine...
You leave your glass with just a little bit still left at the bottom, so you're not really even tipsy when you head over to the clinic at 3:10. Ford opens the door quite quickly after you knock, and ushers you in without mentioning your slight tardiness, locking it behind you. He then waits for you to take off your shoes by the door, and afterwards takes you by the hand, saying a bit shyly, "Here, follow me up the stairs..."
You decide to tease him a little bit first. "Hmm? Don't you usually do check-ups downstairs?"
He pauses, looks back at you over his shoulder, and inquires a bit nervously, "You... Did see the little red heart, correct...?"
You crack up into laughter, unable to stop for a few minutes. Then you calm yourself and nod, and he nods back, a bit more flustered than before, and resumes leading you up the stairs.
When you are nearing the top of the stairs, he begins to explain/confess. "I... Have a bit of a surprise for us. I ordered it from a health and wellness catalog a couple of months ago, and it just came in the other day..."
You raise a brow, and continue to follow him. The room upstairs is a bit dim. Though it's bright midday, he of course has all the windows double covered by blinds and curtains. But with the light that's still coming in, plus a couple of lavender and vanilla-scented candles Ford had lit nearby, you can see what the surprise is right away. A large massage table. And unlike most of Ford's preferred white instruments and furniture, it's jet black.
You raise a brow back at him. He quickly admits, "I ordered a white one, but they were out. Still, it's fine craftsmanship... Yes, very sturdy... S-So, what do you think...?"
You smirk, still in a teasing mood. "Hmm! I don't know. I'm not sure what to think yet. I guess it depends on what YOU had in mind~..."
He bristles up and crosses his arms in a huff. "Mainly your health, of course! I know ultimately nothing can be blamed for us losing our first, but I still worry about you working so hard. You say you can handle it and I don't doubt your strength, but you need to take it easier on some days. I've just felt for a while now that this might be a way to help you relax... I've read books on the subject, and I'm confident I could recreate the process..."
"Heehee!" That giggle escapes you. You can't help it, you're just so excited, seeing this part of him come out of his shell! "I understand, dear. And yes, I agree. To be honest since the farm has become so profitable I've been thinking about hiring some workers to help take a little of the stress off of me, so I can focus more on our family. I'm happy that you've been looking out for my health so diligently. You're a good husband and father, Ford, my love..." You make sure to mention to him pointedly before you tease him any further, knowing how few times he ever got told, 'You're a good son'... "To be honest, though... I was thinking of installing a hot spring or spa tub back at the homestead to help me relax... But it seems you've been thinking of a more 'hands on approach'!"
You burst into giggles again, refusing to let him take the whole thing too seriously. And naturally, it works. He huffs again, but clearly in a better mood this time, "I don't hear you protesting..."
"Oh no!" You agree right away. "This looks like fun! Let's play with your new toy~"
He keeps his arms crossed and steels a look at you. Uh-oh, Serious Ford is back. "This is not a toy, and this is not playtime... All the same." He suddenly comes into your personal space, gazing deeply into your eyes. Your heart jumps and you grin at him nervously as he concludes, "I am quite sure you will enjoy yourself. I plan to make you feel very good, my dear... Now. It is traditional, for a full body massage, that you disrobe. I would suggest, completely..."
Wow, he barely looked shy at all while asking that. He'd been planning this a while~ "Very well, Doc!" And with hardly any hesitation either, you've rid yourself of your floral cheongsam and let your hair down. You briefly examine the massage table, laid only with a simple matching black sheet. There's a hole for your head, but you don't personally care for that, so you go and grab a white pillow from Ford's old bed nearby, and place that over it. There, that's better. Then you climb right on top, not bothering to get under the sheet. After all, if Ford wanted you to disrobe completely then what's the point?
Ford goes, "Hmm..." And frowns a bit. "That's... Not entirely traditional, but I suppose it's fine. I'm sure we both know that we BOTH have something else in mind for this meeting... But that comes LATER. Right now, I really do want to give you a proper massage! It's good for all kinds of things but especially circulation! And Circulation Is Very Important!" He seemed to really stress that last sentence a bit. He was losing at least a little of his nerve, probably because of you just hanging out in his office completely naked, with your butt right out in the open...
"Alright then." You reply much more smoothly than him. "Start -circulating- me, doc! Oh... And don't forget to use plenty of oil~"
You close your eyes and lay your head down on the pillow, listening to him serenely as he chokes a little bit before rushing to procure a nearby pump-bottle full of the olive oil brand produced by your olives. Squirting several splashes of it into his hand, he soon returns to you, and begins nervously spreading it across your back, neck, shoulders and arms. His nervousness persists for about a moment, but after that he begins to relax, and his hands and arms stop shaking. They grip and knead your slick skin and muscles with increasing confidence. Admittedly, it's starting to feel -really- good...
"Oooh..." You moan low as he pushes down with a slight bit of his weight upon your mid-trapezius. Then you hear a satisfying POP! And a CRACK~! And you moan MUCH louder, "OOOH~!"
Ford starts making some more choke-y noises, and suddenly he moves from your back to your arms, massaging your shoulders and then down to your biceps instead...
You turn your head to meet his eyes, pleading with your own. "I hope you plan on going back there later, babe... It was just starting to feel really good... But I guess you want to hurry and get me to feeling 'Really, REALLY good'...?"
He abruptly stands up, trying to get away from those bedroom eyes you're giving him - That's too much, too soon. He runs his hands lightly back down your side until he gets to your ankles. He doesn't work on your feet, though - Germaphobe that he is. Instead he starts with your calves, working those meaty girls over before moving on to your even thicker thighs. Those well-developed leg muscles have never been touched like that by anyone at all. You moan especially loudly for him then, especially as his hand gets closer and closer to... Would he...?
No, of course not. He chickens out at the last minute and starts to ghost over it, and go back to your lower back instead. But you have no intention of letting him get away with that... "Hey~! Don't full-body massages usually include the... Gluts? The ol' 'gluteus maximus', is that what they call it in the textbooks, Doc?"
His eyes shoot straight for yours, fluttering at him all coy-like over your shoulder while you bring a calf up and point with your toes at your bottom. "Frankly I don't care if it's traditional or not, I just want my husband to squeeze my ass for once. And since I know you'd never do it in public..."
He burns red for a moment, but then huff and looks away, forcing himself to stay as in control as possible. "How very lewd.. But..." He suddenly smirks back at you, emboldened and aroused by your request, "I do love it when you get lewd with me, dear..."
You're about to reply with something sassy, but he doesn't give you the chance to this time. He immediately reaches for your rear and cups the underside of both cheeks, making you gasp sharply. His thumbs are almost close to being dangerously near somewhere inappropriate, but then he brings them over the meat of the rest of your buttocks, and then kneads over the same area with his palms. He seems to be momentarily entranced with his actions...
You are too for a few moments, moaning shamelessly as he touches that place he normally never would... But it's soon too much for him again, and he quickly goes back up to the lumbar region of your back, and then back up to your traps and shoulders... Darn it, things were just getting REALLY, REALLY good... How to get him back to where you were at, you wonder...
Then a light bulb turns on in your mind, and you smirk. "Mmm... If you're gonna go back to spending time on my back, you should at least be kind to your own. I've heard it's more comfortable to give someone a massage when you're sitting on top on them. So go ahead, Doc~ Oh, and why don't you go ahead and -completely disrobe-, while you're at it...?"
You expect him to protest at least a little, but it seems you've teased him enough. That, or your suggestion is even more enticing to him than you thought it might be. Probably both. Either way, he nods, stands up straight, and begins unbuttoning his shirt before removing it, and then quickly following suit with his slacks.
His undergarments are tossed into a hamper, the rest of his clothes are folded and placed on the sofa nearby. His glasses are folded as well and placed on top of them. When he returns to you,he does so slowly, shyly, not quite covering himself completely, but holding his hands together in front of his lap, thereby hiding at least half of his private area. Not that you're staring. Too long.
Your eyes are soon attracted to his face though, as he bends down and kisses your cheek all of a sudden. You blink, and then smile at him. "I love you, dear..."
He blushes, and nods back to you, smiling gratefully. "Thank you. I love you too..."
You continue to peer up at him. "And..." You go on, pulling his attention back in by whispering the words. "I want you, now, my husband... I want you to take me, here, like this..."
"...Y-Yes, of course - Th-Though perhaps I should just wash this oil off my hands real quick and-"
"FORD." You quickly groan at him, both getting his attention and letting him know that now wasn't the time for his usual nonsense. "For the love of the gods man, for ONCE in your LIFE, will you get over not washing your hands longer than ten minutes, get over here and make PASSIONATE LOVE TO YOUR WIFE, or do I have to literally BEG YOU FOR IT?"
"...Is... Is that an option...?" He inquires after a brief pause, with a shy but hopeful smile spreading across his face.
You suddenly bite your lip, to keep from smiling too big. Of course it is, since he asked. Now sweet as honey, as you were before he briefly tried to postpone your pleasure, you coo to him, "Please, Ford... Pleeease make love to me now, you big sexy man, you~! Hee!"
He lets you tease him this time, and even manages to quip back as he comes closer to you. "I suppose if one marries a farmer, they must expect to get dirty once in a while..."
"Darn right~!" You laugh gaily, then hush yourself as he sidles up next to you. He is almost about to finally get on top of you, but then he hesitates again, "Oh - Wait just one more minute! That's what was missing!"
Before you can protest he races off, leaving you to groan again as he is apparently possessed by an idea. He goes over to his nearby CD player, checks what CD is in it, then flips it to a certain song. When he comes back to you it has begun. He has the music on low, and good thing too, because it is a metal rock and roll song, not his usual mild classics. The Scorpions. One of your favorite old bands. It's one of the CDs you loaned him to listen to.
The guitar starts to wail that favorite old tune, and you smile over your shoulder at him as he returns to you. His cheeks are red. He's not covering himself now at all. The lyrics begin to play as he comes back to your side. 'Girl, it's been a long time that we've been apart... Much too long for a man who needs love... I miss you since I've been away~'
True, you've never been apart for more than a few days ever since you met. And now that you're married, you're never apart more than a few hours. But still, for a man who needs love, as Ford does now, those hours have begun to feel like days, some days...
With the music as a distraction, he slides up to your side a bit more naturally this time. Only just a little bit shy still, he does as you suggested before, climbing on top of the back of your thighs, a leg on each side of your hips. You bite your lip at first, but then a gasp escapes you anyways as you feel your husband's hardening manhood settle between your thighs, tantalizingly close to your sex... But Ford doesn't acknowledge that right away. He instead bends down, kisses your shoulder and neck, and resumes massaging your back teasingly as the music plays on.
"Babe, it wasn't easy to leave you alone... It's getting harder each time that I go... If I had the choice, I would stay~"
These few seconds are starting to feel like hours and days to you, too. You gaze at your man, full of longing and lust. Between the surprise gift and the surprise choice of music, you're much more turned on than usual by Ford's displays of romantic spontaneity. You decide to reward him for all his virtuousness... By indulging in his thinly veiled vices, of course. "Ford... Please, my love... Make love to me now, right here..." You prop up your chin in your hands, held up by your elbows on the pillow. "Right here in your own office, you deviously sexy doctor, you~!"
His hands suddenly grip your shoulders a little tighter. Slowly, he leans down once more, and breathes huskily back into your ear, "Oh please... Don't tell me you've never wanted me to take you in this office, my delightfully naughty wife..."
You gasp sharply. Ford does not usually do 'talking dirty', but... Damn. If he wasn't 100% right, as usual. And also... He's just begun aligning his sex with yours, slowly pushing inside of you as he continues to ask, "I've thought about doing this when work was slow, probably a hundred times... What about you? Do you ever miss me when you're home alone? Do you ever... Fantasize?"
"Only... Just about every day..." You confess, not being sarcastic at all. You're pretty sure he already knew the answer to that anyways, he just wanted to hear you say it, too. After all, you're typically the one surprising him. You decide it's time to go back to that, and say something he doesn't expect, "But then I don't have to just settle for fantasizing, since I'm at home. I think you meant to ask, do I masturbate thinking of you? And the answer is..."
He stiffens up, halfway inside you. You grin like the little devil you are, and let the poor man breathe again by finishing, "Again, only almost every day..." You outright snicker then. "Usually in the shower..."
He lets out a slow, ragged, but controlled breath. "...I think... We ought to start showering together more often..."
"HEE~! Now now, focus Doc!" You chide him, gripping the sheets under you and squirming as he suddenly thrusts the rest of the way inside, barely resisting the urge to moan instead, "Focus on... Me, now...!"
"Yes..." He hisses back, and the chorus plays over you both.
'There's no one like you! I can't wait for the nights with you! I imagine the things we'll do... I just want to be loved by you! No one like you! I can't wait for the nights with you! I imagine the things we'll do! I just want to be loved by you~!'
After having him oil up the rest of the skin on your body, of course your inner body is also plenty slick enough for him. He easily moves in and out of you, and from this position... Oh dear... It's awfully extra intimate like this... He leans down and kisses your moist skin, over the back of your neck and shoulders. He kisses you well over a dozen times, already feverish and drunk with the feeling of being beloved by you. He leans in extra close to you, next to your ear, as the next part of the song starts to play...
'Girl, there are really no words strong enough... To describe all my longing for love. I don't want my feelings restrained... Oh babe, I just need you like never before! I just imagine you'd come through this door! You'd take all my sorrow away!'
"I really can't say how much I truly love you, my darling..." He confesses through the kisses. "I can only hope I can help you feel it..."
You're just slightly confused by that, until he suddenly slips a hand under your hips, and quickly feels his way down until his fingers have found your pubic area, splitting the flesh below and rubbing the cute slippery pearl he finds there, all the while making ever more passionate love to you...
"Ah, Ford...!" You call out involuntarily. You're now well past the point of teasing him anymore. You certainly wouldn't want him to tease you back right now anyways, with you so close... "I can feel it... I can feel your love for me, my darling-!"
You bury the side of your face against his pillow, whilst arching your hips up against him. He buries himself inside of you, embracing your back as he shudders and twitches, his pleasure quickly pooling from him. For all the fuss the doctor makes about messes, there's really not much of one by the time you're done. He still plans to wash the sheets immediately of course, but since it's your plan to add another baby to the household, you keep most of the 'mess' to yourself for now. At least until a quick trip to the bathroom a little later. As a doctor's wife, you're well aware that's the healthiest thing to do.
Not that he'll be distracted with something as unromantic as laundry right away anyways, not when there's a lazy, sleepy, sexed-up wife to wake up from her short orgasmic coma and take home...
So he slowly withdraws and climbs down from the table, making sure to bend down and place a kiss on your temple before leaving to retrieve his clothing. Then he picks up yours from where you carelessly tossed it about. Of course you normally fold it at home, and he's smiling as he hands the clothing back to you, well aware of the game and continued teasing of his neat-freak habits. He doesn't mention it or anything else in specific, he simply remarks about the situation in general with a sigh, "Scandalous..."
You roll onto you back, snatch your folded clothes from him and huff surely, "You love it~"
He smiles widely back at you. "Of course. I always love it when you shock and scandalize me. Because I always learn something fantastic in the process..." He quickly leans down then, and, much unlike his usually 'stoic romantic' self, he suddenly kisses you all over your face, the way you do with your baby girl. After he's done indulging both himself and you, he inquires just a little more seriously, "Well... How did I do this time, trying to be the one to surprise you for once...?"
You of course reassure him right away. "You were just wonderful, my love. We'll have to try and make a date like this at least once in a while, right?"
He smirks at your hopeful and obvious inquiry. "Of course, dear. But... That hot spring you mentioned installing earlier..." He shows off those flawlessly white teeth as you flashes you a rare grin. "Let's still look into that too, shall we?"
Oh dear~ What new surprises does your darling doctor have in store for you? And what new surprises do you have for him?
First is a surprise extra make-out session by the goddess statue spring behind Megan's homestead, where you pull him suddenly before you go to pick Ana up.
Second is a baby boy, born about a year later, named Frederick Levi Ford. His father absolutely adores him...
Almost as much as big sister Ana does!
~*~End? Who even knows now! XD~*~