Don't Fuck On The Couch
"This movie sucks Jake," Rose said as she leaned back against the couch and tossed popcorn into her mouth.
"I didn't make it dear," Jake said lazily, the only reason he hadn't dragged Rose back to the bedroom was because of the fact that they were waiting up for DJ and Rachel to get back from their dates. Saturday Nights in the Long Household had gotten progressively boring since DJ and Rachel started dating people. Rose sighed and set the popcorn on the table and leaned over to lay her head down in his lap. It wasn't that she hated a quiet life, she enjoyed it most of the time, but every now and then it got to the point where she just wanted to run her head into a wall over and over.
"When did we pass away?" Rose deadpanned.
Jake threaded his hand through his wife's long hair, "A little after the first contraction that you ever had, well that's when I died and became Dad."
A look of contemplation came over Rose as the seconds passed, "What time is it?"
"9:50" Jake looked to his right and to the clock that was over the entrance of the kitchen.
"And what time are the little tax deductions supposed to be home?" Rose asked.
Jake chuckled, "10:30, that's why I haven't dragged you back into the bedroom and fucked you into unconsciousness, I'm waiting for them to come back and get to sleep."
Laughing, "Where's the other three?"
"Daemon and Michael are over at Todd's house for the weekend and Kailey is over with Lyss, Liza's having a slumberparty and she wanted Kailey there." Jake chuckled.
Liza and Kailey were practically joined at the hip, being roughly the same age. It was strange to realize that Kailey was technically Liza's Aunt.
A devious smirk came over Rose's face as she sat up and proceeded to straddle her husband's lap, "Well then, the kids are out, we've got 40 Minutes, there's a terrace out there with a big table and lots of privacy, how about we throw caution to the wind and you fuck me almost into unconsciousness. Does that sound like a plan Dragon Boy, or do you want to wait until midnight?"
Jake grinned and his hands seemed to have minds of their own as they slid up Rose's thighs and came to rest on her behind, "Or, twenty minutes of foreplay and a twenty minute quickie?"
"I'm lucky I suppose," Rose smirked and leaned to kiss her husband, "A quickie to you is twenty minutes, I'm just glad that it's not like three minutes."
"Is that why you've never left me?" He chuckled and wrapped his arms around her before kissing her himself.
"That and the fact that you take out the trash on Wednesday, but mostly because it's because you have sex for an hour and half on any given night-…" Rose didn't finish her sentence.
"Oh My God," Rachel Long said as she stood in the doorway to the living room, "Do you have to do that in the house?"
Rose scowled and pushed herself off of her husband, "Fix your face."
She turned and looked at her daughter, "Don't you have some future Mother in-law to go and torture?"
"No," Rachel shook her head and set her purse down on the table near the doorway, "I'm tired, Jordon understood, we're going out again next weekend."
When Jake finally set up, he shook his head as his daughter's outfit, it seemed so, un-Rachel. She was wearing a simple t-shirt and bluejeans, "What's the matter, too cold to wear a dress?"
"I said I was too tired to get all made up," Rachel shook her head as she crossed her legs, "We're you two really going to fuck on the couch?"
Rose grimaced, "Don't use that word in that connotation ever again."
"Don't fuck on the couch," Rachel grinned and stood up and leaned over to kiss her mother and father on the cheek, "Good night, I'm beat and again don't fuck on the couch."
"Go to bed," Rose hissed back at her daughter.
"I am," Rachel said and snickered, "DJ's parking his car by the way, so don't fuck on the couch."
"Get out of here," Rose warned her.
"Good night Mom," Rachel laughed cockily before proceeding down the hall.
Jake rubbed his forehead, "Thank you for getting fixed."
Rose crossed her legs in frustration, "No kidding."