Beneath the Undertow
Futuretake
Breathe
"Sammy… Sammy…" I tucked deeper into the blue painted, cement block dug out, as our son ran full force towards the fence and an excited Bella. Holding a new, leather glove against his forehead and dark mass of curls to block a setting September sun, he listened, shrugged and smiled wide.
I tickled, whispered over our baby girl's freshly pierced ear, as she stretched against my chest. "You're mommy's about to give me hell, Gracie." Bella's silly, sloppy kisses through the chain links left our son bolting and shrieking with his tiny teammates. She laughed, fingers tapping lips… expression blissed, proud. Mothering suited, flowed easy. Suddenly, she spun and stalked. "And… here she comes…"
"Coach Cullen… I see you cowering in there." Hands met perfect, lightly curved hips. Her work scrubs worn, loose, wrinkled, but I knew and lived for what moved beneath. I held our daughter, irresistible, sweet face forward with a splayed hand across in defense. "Why is my son playing the outfield?" She demanded, I scoffed.
"Mrs. Cullen, I rotate all the kids."
"But he's the best pitcher you have. He has no business weeding the outfield, staring at the clouds."
"Mrs. Cullen, he's five years old, he needs the experience of playing each position, they all do. And that's my call as the coach. It's just fall season t-ball."
"You know his father was a minor league pitcher."
"Yeah well, I hear his father has recently retired and spends his days reading alphabet board books and taking walks and doing laundry." She lowered, peppering Grace with her very best love.
"Kiss me…." Playful, wide open, our lips met once, then again, slower. "Gimme this baby bug…"
"How was work?" I wondered, stepping backwards hanging a small, black bat bag.
"Long. Sorry I'm late, I got caught up in an admit."
"Taking her home now then?"
"Yes… I think she's inhaled enough of this hateful clay and dust and little boy sweat." Bella nuzzled, blowing raspberries against a toothless giggle. "I need to finish packing the kids stuff and call your mom. We have to leave early for the airport, you know..." We edged closer, she nodded, prompting. "So…" I knew and tortured.
"So…I can't wait to get you alone… our own cabin in the north woods…" She stomped slightly, narrowing eyes in frustration. "Oh… so, I did hear from the suits in Seattle."
"And…"
"And, offer's on the table. Contract's ready for signing while we're up there."
"Edward…" She fisted my white jersey, tugging tight. "Mister regional scout for the Seattle Mariners... Oh my god. Okay, come kiss me goodbye out by the bleachers." Arched brow, I scoffed, challenging.
"Why?"
"See those two dolled up moms at the top… staring… drooling…" I glanced casual, they beamed. "I've had enough listening to their fertile fantasies about Coach Cullen and his fine ass… They've somehow forgotten you're married."
"Shut up. Come here…" I framed her sun kissed face, pausing, grateful… always. "I love you." Forever words tickled her waiting mouth.
"Love you too… madly… baby…" Winking, waving Gracie's hand, she moved quick, a sass and sway, mumbling loud for other's knowing…
~BtU~
Snapshots… quiet moments, days, years… I savored the morning light and view through my childhood window. Nestled in dense pines and nostalgia it was time and again to clear our minds and ready our hearts for yet another transition.
"Hey."
"Hey, yourself." I mirrored her suggestive smirk, laying the last in our duffle bag, prepping for phase two of the rare trip and chance. "Where are the kids?" She wrapped, burying into my naked back.
"Your dad's giving Sammy a play by play of your shoulder surgery." Lips dusted, whispering along damp, freshly showered skin.
"I'm sure he's riveted."
"He is. Kicked back on the counter with a white peach pop and his new baseball cards..." She tasted, tickling wet with her tongue. "And your mom's just staring at the baby."
"Sounds familiar…"
"They're headed to the park soon. I'm telling you... rotten monkeys when we get back on Monday… Monday," she sang. "Three whole days…"
"Can you stand it? You've never been away from them this long."
"I'll try. I'm sure you can distract me if I get sad." Warm hands slid forward, lower. The sage green towel dropped to the floor.
"What time can we check in?"
"Four…" I reached behind, pulling, falling to comfort.
"God, this bed…" She teased wide eyed, straddling. "The same one, you think?"
"Definitely. There's that weird dip… right there." I reached, pointing, arm stretched over and long, sensation and ache dull, new.
"Be careful, baby." I palmed her thighs, squeezing grateful for the warning.
"I'm good. I need to get it moving."
Wrinkling her nose, then smiling wide, she brought my hand to her mouth, grazing lips over my knuckles. "Remember the first…" Tongue clicking, sassy, she teased.
"Of course." I tugged, she nibbled, my thumb trapped between her teeth. "I was a fucking wreck." She giggled, biting harder.
"You were not. You were smooth… trying to be so romantic." Angling, she pursed lips, pouted sarcastically. "Your mom's red Christmas candles… And wait, what was that music you had…"
"Trying… Shit. Shut up…" I rolled my eyes, smacked, pinched behind and flipped beneath. She melted over, blowing heat, soft along my raw, healing scar.
"No, no… you were sweet. I was the luckiest virgin ever." Shifting on our sides, we stared, lost, memories, each other… always. She leaned near, as I tucked dark waves. "Seems like forever ago, doesn't it?"
"I guess." I eased open the button, zipper on her jeans. "But… you're still the hottest thing in town…"
"You say that because you're required to. Look…" She narrowed, pointing to the corners of my favorite dark eyes.
"What am I supposed to see?"
"Wrinkles… from a thousand years of squinting into the sun at the field."
"A thousand years… please…" A hand smoothed lower, under, as I kissed where lashes fluttered. She growled nonsense, twisting through hair below my stomach.
"My beautiful baseball widow." Feathering a parted mouth along her jaw, nudging her to tilt, I continued a sweet assault to hush.
"I'm an old, married lady, Edward." Suddenly rolling, melting over, she gestured fingers held to count. "Twelve years…" She mouthed silent, dramatic to tease.
"Happy anniversary…"
Pausing, she breathed, "I'm glad you're still mine." Slow, our mouths met, she sucked, tugged. "You wanna see my old lady tits?" Laughter balanced any and all fever we faced and weathered, our center. Righting, relentlessly rocking denim over my erection, she quickly pulled a thin plum sweater up and off. I reactively arched a brow, thumbing over cream lace.
"Mmmm… These are definitely not old lady tits, baby." Sitting to meet, unhooking and tossing, I whispered close. "And now I'm gonna fuck my old lady like the old days…" Squealing, she crushed her mouth to mine, tongues worked, wanting.
"God… wait, that's really bad…" She edged back, hands stroking through my still damp hair. "Maybe you should serenade me like that night… what was it… If you're asking … do I love you… I do…" She mocked, I flipped, trapping and warning playful.
"You think you're so fucking funny, don't you? If I remember correctly… you wanted me to cut my damn hair like that pretty boy singer… because he was so gorgeous."
"I think you're gorgeous."
"Yeah? Even though we're old and married and…"
"Kiss me…"
"Always. But take off your jeans first."
"Yeah? Now… here?" Sliding off the bed, she tugged and obeyed, forever eager. She hurried towards the door, locking it with my favorite naughty grin.
"Are you excited? You're kinda reserved."
"What?" She giggled, pulling off her jeans, licking her lips. "I'm always excited about having sex…"
"About the job." She curled deep into my lap, forehead resting against my jaw, as fingers tangled tight.
"I'm in shock."
"Why?"
She traced my lips with the lightest touch. "Because it's perfect. Something good. Something we want, and honestly, I'm afraid to even blink… " She tucked tighter, smoothed over my chest.
"Well, it's real and happening, just like this…" I guided her hand over my growing erection under the towel. I ran along, dipping under the edge of her cream cotton panties.
"We cannot have a serious conversation… We're just not capable."
"Of course we can… After we fuck… " Laughing loud, loose… no weight or worry…
I dusted dark waves over her shoulder, smirking, smoothing warmth along her neck. Sweetest moans begged, as I nipped and tasted. I barely caressed her small scar below that defined and set motion to who we were. "I love you." Every tender touch there, over, reactively prompted the most important words.
"I love you too, baby." Sensitive eyes trailed up to meet, she righted, to take off the rest and all… and after so many years, so much history…she still took my breath away. Hands skimmed, teasing from shoulders down and over my abdomen. Pushing down, stepping out, I laced our fingers, pulling her again, not a measure between. Taut nipples grazed, she shivered and purred as my hands dusted up her graceful neck to frame her face, thumbs circling blushed cheeks. My tongue ran the hollow of her throat, dragging, wetting the smoothest skin. Breath heavy, I groaned through parted lips, "You like that, don't you?" Words, knowing the next, brushed and teased near her ear.
"Yes… more… I want more." I gripped her thigh, opening against me. The heat overwhelmed as she pressed closer. My cock slid through, we gasped. "There… Edward…" Rotating, she dug fingers to steady as our mouths met desperate, panting. Tilting my head with a rough sweep, tugging the ends of my hair, her thumb feathered across my lower lip, dipping in. Hands tight at her hips, I swirled and sucked as lashes fluttered.
A soft path moved low between, fingertips firm, rubbing over my throbbing cock. My head fell to her chest, watching, shivering ready as her hand worked up, down and again, a little rougher with every pass. "Baby, don't get too carried away…"
Nibbling lips and knowing smiles, she mouthed, doe eyed dramatic and naughty... "Sorry."
"Bella…" I tightened, fingers digging rough in the flesh of her ass. She reactively angled, lifted and lowered, taking me fully inside. We held gentle, foreheads pressed, breath shared.
The slowest, sensual rhythm and pace, we loved. I caressed, palming the swell of each breast, lower to lick and swirl her nipples. "Oh, god…" Paced perfect, harder after each rise and fall, she searched. I welcomed the burn low and deep as she tightened. I supported, strong grip behind, stroking thrusts as she tipped and surrendered. Long waves, dark, mussed strands dusted my thighs as she rode and worked. "You're beautiful, baby… That's it…"
"Edward…" Louder, desperate, her arms tight around my shoulders as she rocked deeper. I guided firm, pumping beneath harder and again, as she floated. Eyes locked, mouths parted, I came… dizzy, pulsing.
"Fuck… Fuck, I love you… so much."
~BtU~
"What do you have?" She pointed, twisting her mouth, pounding palms over the bed. "We aren't doing gifts, Edward. Our airfare, the cabin was…" I crawled up the bed, kissing swollen lips to quiet. Settling her back against my chest, I held a bottle of beer around and to her mouth. "And your surgery…"
"Drink, relax." Nestling us in the down duvet, I laid a wrapped package in her lap. "It's just a something… something…. Mom helped me." Arms crossed over her bare chest, she sighed stubborn. "Knock it off, baby. Open it…" She paused, silent. I angled her head with a strong, splayed hand under her jaw. "Open. It." Tugging her bottom lip between my teeth, I gnashed playful, brows raised.
"Fine. But if it's wonderful and expensive I'm going to divorce you…" She mumbled perfectly pissed and gorgeous. I smirked, anxious as her fingers slid through the taped edges. "Then you can run off with one of those damn t-ball mothers… like that blonde one that wears the pink sunglasses. I swear she's taking pictures with her phone."
"Yeah… of her son…Will you please stop…"
"Staring at your incredible ass in those stupid shorts you wear…" Orange paisley wrap fell away. A delicate hand slipped over her mouth, the other trembled along the lines of the simple black frame. "Oh my god… Edward."
I sipped deep to steady, then leaned to set down the bottle. I shifted, holding tighter, wrapping from behind, my cheek smoothing over hers, fingers rubbing patterns in her shoulders. "We look so fucking young."
"We were…" Her voice faint, rattled and surprised. The framed image in her lap was time past, stilled. Young life wide open, captured devotion by a golden September sun on a small country church porch. "Is that how you stare at me when I'm not looking?" Yes. Always. Awed and grateful that you chose me, we chose us… and Riley… "Look at my belly, Edward." She traced the angles and curves over the glass, voice quivering through a deep exhale and cathartic giggle. "It looks weird and so huge…"
"It's just looks big because you were smaller then…" A groan, an elbow slug was the very reaction I wanted. "Joking…I'm joking. I've loved all your baby bumps and pounds." Eyes glistening and narrowed, we eased with fun and banter.
"You need to stop, Edward. We're headed to the middle of nowhere for three days alone. I swear, I will walk around naked and not let you touch if you don't stop." I pinched and poked beneath the covers, sneaking lower before the punishing grind and tease of her bare ass against my groin. She held the photo towards me, tone and mood calm. "Sweet baby boy… he would be in the… fifth grade. Wouldn't he?"
"I guess so." But I knew and fought the sting.
"He and Sammy would have been best friends… I know they would have."
"Probably so…"
"And he would have protected Grace from the boys…"
"What boys?" I flexed in jest. Bella scoffed, rolling, teary eyes.
"Boys like you were… God." She brushed gently, cupping my chin. "This is the best." I swept lips over hers, she curled closer… forever in the absolute present. "I'm proud of you. You're going to be amazing at the new job."
"I'm excited, babe. It feels really good." I smiled at her temple. "But… you have to decide…"
"The where…"
"Yep… We've got our pick. The scouting region is wide. It doesn't have to be here."
"Can we stop in a few places this weekend…. Tool around, check out the local toy store…" I chuckled, she turned. "What? That's important shit. The rest is easy…" Winking, kissing patterns along my bare chest, she glanced down, thumbing over the image again. Dark moments dulled, no longer draining the next. We'd found the more and best in each other, and plenty of love for the forward...
a/n
Just a quiet peek and farewell...
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