Okay, I tried making it a little more detailed with it still being pretty appropriate. You'll have to tell me how I did. By the way, getting reviews seriously makes me the happiest girl in the world. I'm sooo happy everyones likin it! (Well, everybody that has reviewed.) So thank you so much everybody who has reviewed, given me advise and motivating me. :D
Littlebrez: to answer your question, yes they are going to. I've actually already written 4 chapters on their first one and the process of it all, but decided it was still pretty early and i wanted to do more of just them as a married couple. But I promise I'll get to it soon! And thank you so much, I'm glad you like it. :)
Also, I hope nobody is thinkin its ending soon because i make my stories long... Haha. And I've been thinkin and I think that after this I'll write about the end of their marriage and when Barbara Jean comes into their lives and everything and make that all one big story, then another one on how I wanted the show to end and how I think things should've gone. So, i hope most of you are enjoyin this aloott because i have 3 long months of no school or anything, which means a loottt of writing. Haha! :D Okay, I'll quit yappin. Back to the story. :p
"Don't think you're getting out of this, Mr. Sweet-talker." I said as he gently laid me on the bed. He kissed my lips a few times, then smirked.
"I wasn't doin much talkin, sweetheart." I rolled my eyes but couldn't help the grin the my mouth decided it wanted to do. "And I'm not gonna complain… You could always punish me now." I laughed quietly and I heard him chuckle too.
"Alright, get off of me." I said in a serious voice, pushing his hands away from the bottom of my shirt that he had just un-tucked from my jeans. His head shot up quicker that the speed of light to stare me right in the eyes. The look on his face was priceless. He was checkin to make sure I was serious. I tried my hardest not to laugh at his devastated look.
"What?" I raised an eyebrow and nodded.
"You heard me."
"But I wa-"
"I don't care." I closed my mouth quickly to bite my cheek to stop the laugh that wanted to come out so badly.
"Twice in less than an hour?!" I nodded. He still hadn't gotten off of me, he was letting it soak in. He groaned and went to get off but I pulled on his arm. He looked at me confused.
"You're lucky I want you almost as badly as you want me." I said with a smirk. His face lit up and he kissed me passionately. I felt his warm hands on my stomach and he slowly started to pull it upwards. Our lips separated just long enough for my shirt to come off, then they met again as soon as it was on the floor. He now traveled down my neck and onto my chest, leaving a trail of kisses behind. I allowed my eyes to fall shut as I felt my bra become undone. He slid the straps off of each of my arms, individually, which gave him more bare skin to kiss.
I felt my breathing speed up and I tried focusing on getting it back to normal, although, I was slightly distracted. Finally, my trembling fingers made their way to his robe tie. I undid it quickly and threw the tie on the ground. All he had on were his boxers under the robe and I couldn't help but catch a glimpse at what was going on. I felt my eyes widen at the sight of his tight boxers. He must have seen this because I felt him chuckle. His hands were now undoing my pants and pulling them off quickly, but with my underwear he decided to take his time. I clenched my jaw, trying not to yell at him for going so slow. He knew what he was doing, because when I looked down he looked up at me and put on a fake, innocent smile. I rolled my eyes and shook my head. He threw his robe off and made his way back to my face. He kissed my again and I attempted to take his boxers off, after his lips refused to leave mine I decided to just use my toes. I quickly slid them down his legs and kicked them off the bed. His hands moved down to my legs and gently started massaging the insides of my upper thighs, making my legs tremble and a quiet moan escape my lips. I quickly closed my mouth and put my lips in a straight line. I felt Brocks smile against my shoulder.
Finally, after what had felt years, he gently lowered himself into me. I gasped and immediately felt my nails in his back. His lips met mine again and I allowed my hands to travel up to his head. I tangled my fingers in his hair and pulled his head down even harder, deepening the kiss. A few minutes later I felt him chuckle, so I let go of his head and moved to his jaw. I kissed all along his jawbone and down his neck while my hands wandered around his back and chest. He started speeding up so I instantly brought my lips back to his to stop any noise that tried escaping, he kissed back, but pulled his head away making noises come out of both of our mouths. He slowed down until he was at a complete stop, then I let my arms fall off of his back. He laid down on me completely, putting his face in my neck. My fingers lightly traced my fingers up and down his back as we both laid there, catching our breath. After a few minutes of laying there I heard Brocks breathing become longer and deeper. I tried to see his face, but it was nuzzled into my neck.
"Brock?" I whispered. He didn't reply, but I heard him snore quietly. I smirked and shook my head. How the heck could this guy sleep so much?! I nearly jumped out of bed when I heard a big boom of thunder, and if Brock wouldn't have laying on me I swear I would've. When I jumped so did Brock, but he just gave me a crazy look and slowly started closing his eyes again. It was pitch black outside and it was only 1:30 in the afternoon. "Brock, honey, you gotta get up. I have to close the windows." He just let out a long sigh. I heard the rain start to come and in less than 30 seconds it was down pouring. I thought about the truck… truck… truck windows? Hmm… I gasped. "Get off! The truck windows are down!" I was able to push him off, partly because he jumped out of bed. He quickly started putting on a pair of pajama pants, but before he even had them up all the way I had my robe on and was already running out to the kitchen. I heard him running out after me, but once he saw me grab the keys and run out he stopped by the door and just watched me.
I quickly got in the drivers seat only to see the passenger side was rolled down too. I groaned and rolled my eyes, then motioned for Brock to come out. He looked at me confused, but didn't think twice before running out and getting in the passenger side. We rolled up the windows, cranking the stupid knobs and quickly as we could. Once they were both up we both let out a sigh. I turned and looked at him, then laughed.
"Aren't you cold?" He looked down at his bare upper half, then back up and shrugged.
"I wasn't really thinking about being cold a minute ago." He looked over at me and smiled. "Aren't you?" Now I looked down at my soaking wet, silky robe and nodded.
"Yep." I looked back over at him and saw him take a peek at my chest.
"Clearly." He said, with big eyes. He laughed and looked out the window. I smacked his arm, but couldn't help but smile.
"Sicko." he looked back over to me with a look of disbelief.
"It's kinda hard not to look when your wife is sitting right next to you, in her robe, which she is naked under, soaking wet, with the robe sticking to her everywhere. Not to mention the that your cleavage is… and," He paused for a second and laughed quietly. "it's just really cold out." He said, laughing. He looked back out the window, shaking his head. I narrowed my eyes.
"I'm sure if you wouldn't have worn pants you would've made it very clear that its cold out here."
"Ha. Ha. You're hilarious." he said in a monotone voice. I smirked.
"Least we agree on somethin."
"Y'know, you should be flattered that I check you out… some wives don't get attention from their husbands."
"And some get a little too much…" I mumbled. He turned and looked at me.
"I'm sorry, Reba. I guess I'll back off. I didn't realize I was being too clingy even though you were just talkin about how I work too much and I never spend enough time with you. I can never win with you, I swear." I bit my lip. He did have a good point. And I didn't mind when he looked at me, our playful argument turned around real quick. I sighed and wrapped my arm around his, then kissed his upper arm.
"I am flattered when you look at me." He looked down at me.
"Then why'd you say you're not?"
"I didn't."
"Why'd you say I show you too much attention?" He asked, annoyed. I shrugged.
"I don't know… I guess… I don't know." He nodded and looked out the windshield.
"Good answer."
"Can we move on? We were having such a good day…"
"I know… better take advantage of it. We don't have very many." I let go of him and glared.
"Would you stop saying stuff like that?!" I heard my voice crack at the end and I felt pathetic for being this close to crying.
"What?"
"don't act dumb right now, Brock. Now I know it wasn't just the alcohol last night. I guess the truth really does some out when you're drunk… or mad."
"Well, we just haven't seemed good lately." My jaw dropped open a little.
"What the hell do you call what just happened 20 minutes ago?!"
"Good. But its happened like 4 times since out wedding, including our honeymoon! Most people do it more than that on their first night of marriage." I crossed my arms.
"It hasn't been 4..." I argued
"6, counting today…" I counted in my head, then sighed.
"Well that's not gonna fix everything."
"Clearly." I turned to give him another glare even though he was looking forward.
"You really make me mad." I stated.
"Good."
"Good!" I said louder, then hopped out of the truck and slammed the door. Before I made it halfway to the door I heard his door slam. He was probably scared I was going to lock him out… which is what I was going to do. I rolled my eyes and turned around only to be pulled into a kiss. This is ridiculous, it was like a cheesy romantic movie, but I couldn't help but kiss back. I pulled back and rested my arms at my sides but he kept his grip on my hips.
"Lets forget about the last 5 minutes." he suggested. I smirked.
"Okay, Paul Varjak."
"Who?" I rolled my eyes.
"Okay, we obviously have to go watch that movie…again."
"Oh… you know, now that you say it I completely remember. Yeah, good movie." I narrowed my eyes and shook my head.
"What's it called?" he went to say something but shut his mouth and shook his head slowly. I laughed. "Breakfast at Tiffany's."
"Audrey Hepburn?"
"Of course you'd remember her."
"Oh don't even! You have your fair share of 'hot' actors." I smiled.
"Yeah…" I trailed off. "Okay, lets go inside before we get struck my lightning or somethin." he nodded and held my hand and we ran to the door. We went around the house and shut all the windows. As soon as we sat down on the couch the power went out.
"Oh, for the love of God…" Brock said angrily. I laughed, quickly redid my hair that was falling out of its clip, then went to the kitchen to grab the lighter that was in our junk drawer. Brock helped me find all the candles around the house and I started lighting them all once they were all where we wanted them. When I came back out to the living room Brock was in the kitchen slamming cupboards shut. I walked in and watched him for a few seconds before I interrupted.
"What the hell are you doing?" I asked calmly. He jumped slightly and sighed, then went back to opening every cabinet and slamming it shut.
"Wine glasses? Where are the wine glasses?" He asked, slightly frustrated. I giggled and shook my head.
"I put them in the china cabinet. We haven't used them in months."
"Oh…" When he walked by me he kissed my forehead. I smiled and waited for him to come back into the kitchen. 2 minutes later he was back with 2 wine glasses. He filled them both half way, then handed one to me.
"Thank you."
"I would make you food too, but…" He trailed off, looking around the kitchen. I smiled and nodded.
"Gotchya." I said with a wink.
"Oh!" He said excitedly, then walked over to a cabinet. I watched him pull out a poptart and set one on one plate and the other on another. "Would you like it heated it, ma'am?" he asked in a bad, English accent. I laughed.
"I'd love it heated up…" I smirked, knowing he'd get mad in about 3 seconds.
"UGH!" He said when the toaster wouldn't work. I laughed again and he turned to glare at me. "You did that on purpose…Well, cold pop tart for you. Bon apatite." I smiled.
"This is really nice…"
"It's made with love, alright?" I nodded slowly.
"Alright. Remember that next time I make this for you, k?" He chuckled and nodded. We sat in silence for a few minute, just listening to the storm and both of us were absentmindedly tearing our pop tarts apart. After a few more minutes I couldn't stand it. "Somethin on your mind, Brock?" I blurted out. He looked at me with big eyes and shrugged.
"I was just thinkin about askin you the same thing…"
"Well I'm fine, but you're not." He shrugged again and went back to playing with his food. I watched his hands for a few seconds, then looked back up to his face. "Brock…"
"Lets do something. Anything. Lets get away. Go somewhere, anywhere you want to go, lets go." I looked at him, shocked, then busted out, laughing.
"Yeah… right."
"I'm serious!" He said with humor in his voice. "I want to go somewhere. We need a vacation, even if it's a small one or just a road trip. I think it'll be good for both of us." I stared at him for a few minutes. He was serious…
"Yeah, yeah… that'd awesome. Just one problem…"
"Hmm?"
"We're broke."
"Not necessarily. We've got some extra change." I raised an eyebrow.
"Well where're you hidin it? Cuz I sure haven't seen it."
"I opened a bank account. I take out the money I know we absolutely need and give it to you for bills. When you need money I usually don't say no because I have a safe account I know that's always there. So when you found those new boots a few weeks ago and you were worried I'd be mad that you bought them, I didn't mind at all. I mean, its your money too."
"I know, but I don't work for it so I guess I don't feel like its really ours."
"I thought we agreed to that at our wedding. I mean we agreed to it years ago, but our wedding made it official." I smirked, then thought about it.
"How much extra change do you have, exactly?"
"We." he said motioning between us with his finger. "We have about $800. I just put all the extra money I make away every month." I sat there shocked for a few seconds.
"800 dollars?" He nodded. "Wow…"
"So, wheres it gonna be?"
"Oklahoma." I said, very sure of myself. He looked at me like a crazy person.
"Reba, of all places you choose to go home?! I'm trying to make our honeymoon up to you. I don't think 2 nights in Lubbock really did the trick." I smiled.
"It did the trick just fine… and yes. I love goin back home and we haven't been in a year and a half. Besides, I got a phone call the other day…"
"From?"
"Melissa…"
"Who?"
"My sister-in-law."
"Reba, I don't have any sisters…" I shook my head.
"No, you don't. Well that we know of…" I trailed off thinking about John D. "You do have a brother-in-law, y'know?" I studied his reaction carefully. I think he stopped breathing all together.
"Oh… Yeah."
"Now, I know we haven't talked to him in years and I'm sure you're probably not ready. If you're not then we can just visit everybody else. We don't have to see him by all means, I just thought I'd let you know."
"Well he's your brother. He hurt you too, its up to you. Are you ready to forgive him?" I hesitated before answering.
"I really think I am. He's my brother, he's a part of our lives whether we like it our not. I think its time we all grow up and move on from everything." he nodded, spacing off. He blinked a few times then looked at me.
"If you're ready, I'm ready."
I know... a brother of Reba's was never once mentioned, but I thought it would be interesting... Besides, they never said anything about her not havin a brother, right? :p (Pay attention to the names of the characters that i put in... I was hopin somebody would notice something, but nothing yet.)