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Sam brushed his sleeping wife's hair to the side and just watched her in her peaceful state. The early morning light was beginning to come in through the window and Sam read the clock. It was 5 am. She fell asleep probably an hour ago in his arms, but he couldn't bring himself to fall asleep. There was still so much he wish he could take back, but never would be able to. Too many years lost, and he'd never get them back. Too many years of her on her own raising their possible daughter, and yet he was never there.
He'd seen a faint scare on her lower stomach while adoring her body, he knew what it was. Lorraine had to have a C- section with the twins and the moment he saw that scar on her stomach, was the moment his heart shattered. It was a painful reminder of everything he missed, and he never even knew in New York 17 years ago. He saw another scar on her wrist, which caused his stomach to churn and he couldn't even bring himself to think about it, not yet.
His sight became blurry when the tears filled his eyes and he vowed to himself: that he would do everything in his power to give her everything that she ever would do anything for his wife, come hell or high water...even if it meant one day she realized it was all a mistake and wanted him out; if it would guarantee her happiness, he wouldn't miss a beat. "I will love you endlessly. I promise," he tenderly kissed her forehead and shortly fell asleep afterwards holding her.
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The mid afternoon sun filled the room long before Donna had woken up and Tanya and Rosie were trying to give their Super Trouper a little alone time with her new hunky husband.
A big crash came from the courtyard. "Damnit, Eddie! Why don't I go and get you some pots and pans to bang around too? Jumbo stereo maybe?" Tanya spat with venom and pulled her sunglasses down to the bridge of her nose.
"A night with you maybe?" Eddie asked, picking up the trash can that he'd dropped with all the broken glasses in it.
Tanya got painfully close to the young boy and put her finger under his chin. She inwardly smirked as she knew he thought he knew what was coming. "Down fella, I'm old enough to be your mother," Tanya pushed his chest causing him to stumble back onto the ground.
"Oi! More like grandmother!" Rosie shouted making her way from the patio steps, quite flustered. "Oh my god, Cleopatra! Did you actually lift a finger?" Rosie grabbed her friend's hand and immediately began looking for a chipped nail.
"SSSHHHH! We've got love birds up there who haven't even ruffled their feathers this fine day, yet," Tanya yanked her hand away from Rosie and smoothed her dress down.
Rosie's jaw dropped, "Bloody hell, you mean they're still sleeping?! How the fuck?" She looked up at her best friend's balcony. "Are you sure?" she turned to Tanya quizzically, blocking the afternoon sun with her eyes
Tanya let out a deep laugh, "Oh, sweetie. While you were on your ocean getaway...I was able to hear their's. All. Night. Or should I say morning," she laughed and began barking orders at Eddie and Pepper. "They stopped chirping around 5 in the morning," Tanya informed her best friend.
"Jesus Christ! They went on for hours!" Rosie began to pick up some dishes and take them into the kitchen to be washed as Tanya followed.
"Well, honey...they went without seeing each other for nearly 17 years," Tanya reminded her friend, and to Rosie's shock, picked up a dish and began washing them with her.
"My my, Cleopatra! Are you Cinderella today, instead?" Rosie wipped her friend's behind with the dish towel as Tanya let out a surprised yelp.
"Only for our Dynamo. Because good god, she needs it. Hell, I needed for her to get it." Tanya picked up two now clean wine glasses and filled them to the brim.
"Amen to that," Rosie added and clinked her glass to Tanya's.
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Donna began to stir after hearing a distant crash. She opened her eyes and realized she was in her husband's arms. She smiled deeply and snuggled closer as her husband instinctively tightened his grip around her. She heard the distant voices of her Dynamos, but couldn't care less at the moment.
Sam began rubbing his wife's back after she had snuggled closer into him. He kissed the top of her hair, "Good morning, Mrs. Carmichael" he whispered into her ear.
Donna looked up at her husband and snuck a quick, light kiss before pulling away. "Mmmhhhhhmmm," she groaned and turned to look at the clock. "Mmm?" she groaned confusingly. It was 2 in the afternoon. Sam started laughing and she turned to stare at him. "Oh my god..." she laughed.
"Welcome to married life, Mrs. Carmichael," he muttered against her lips as he pulled her in for their first passionate kiss after waking up. She immediately opened her moth up to allow his tongue in, any worries about his desire for her immediatly melted away as she deepened the kiss and slipped her own tongue into his mouth. She smiled against his lips and pulled away, much to her other half's disappointment.
"Huh. Wasn't what I expected," she feigned disappointment. She smiled against his lips and pulled him on top of her.
"Again? My my...Mrs. Carmichael. Why didn't I come back sooner?" he teased as he reached for the small of her back and held her closer. "Especially considering after the many, many events last night. Five if I recall correctly," he began caressing her curves.
"Six," Donna corrected him and pushed him off of her. Sam's jaw dropped at his wife's action as she stood up completely naked, much to his enjoyment, and scouted out her underwear. "And besides, we have too much to do to have any re occurring events; we have to be efficient with our time," she sighed dramatically and flopped down onto the bed with her panties attempting to put them back on.
Donna wanted him, god she needed him, as if six times wasn't enough through the night. But, she was still worried. She fell deeper in love with him as each second went by, although she couldn't help but wonder if he'd still leave her in a few days time with a phone number left on her bed for a good lawyer. He'd broken down all of her walls after 4 years of rebuilding, only to have them shattered. So, she spent another 17 years building stronger, fiercely independent ones. He had already destroyed them, there wasn't even any dust to blow.
Sam could tell something was up with his beloved. Time had been their enemy, but it didn't change how frightfully well he knew her. She had pressed her lips together staring at her wedding ring, while tapping her fingers into her palm. He knew she was deep in thought, and he knew what about when her shoulders shrugged in. It was always her body's involuntary way of showing what she so desperately tried to hide all these years: insecurity. He knew he had to take action.
"I see..." Sam muttered and scooped her up in his arms and grabbing her black, lacy thong from her. "You won't be needing this, darling," he reassured, before taking them both towards the bathroom, earning many squeals and bursts of laughter from Donna.
"Sam?!" she exclaimed once he opened the shower door and turned on the shower, while she was still in his arms. She playfully slapped his shoulders only to have him pretend to loose his grip on her, earning another squeal.
Sam wiggled his eyebrows at his wife, and set her down before wrapping his arms around her waist, "We'll just have to be productive then, won't we? Or what'd you say? Efficient?" He leaned down and gave his wife a passionate kiss, erasing any thought of his doubts for her, at least for now.
Donna laughed into his mouth and pulled away, "My my Carmichael...there are good ideas in there other than hotel designs," she caressed his cheek before wrapping her arms around his neck.
"You bet your hot ass there are," he murmured back, closing the shower door after getting the water to the perfect tempature.
Donna hopped in order to wrap her legs around Sam's waist, at the same time Sam lifted her the rest of the way with ease. "Eager are we?" he asked hotly, and flashed her a wicked grin as his forehead was pressed against hers. He pressed her up against the shower wall which caused caused Donna to gasp. He began to press hot kisses across her collar bone, before reaching the spot right at the bottom of her neck that drove her wild.
She let out a small moan at the attention her husband was giving her. "Well, darling if you're complaining we don't have to bring our tally up to seven," she threatened raspily and smirked when her husband pulled away, eyes nearly popping out of socket.
"Oh no darling, I'm not complaining," he explained brushing her now wet hair out of her face due to the hot shower beating over their heads. "Never with you. That's a promise," he assured with a wink before tenderly kissing her cheek.
Sam had changed the tone of the atmosphere in a split second. Donna realized he knew of her insecurities by the way he gave a heartfelt response to her harmless teasing. It touched her and made her heart soar, knowing her husband was so keen on her understanding the value she had to him.
She winked back and kissed his nose. "Ever the sweet talker," she wiped away the droplets of water from his forehead. "Now am I up here for my own amusement or?" she began, and reached for the handle to turn the water even hotter.
Sam chuckled at his wife's actions and pulled her close to him as humanly possible. The steam from the shower began to cloud the bathroom as it was only them. Breathing was heavy, hot water and sweat were mixed together and cascading down their bodies, yet no one moved. His deep blue eyes burned into her bright green and vice versa. "I think I can help you with that," Sam managed to choke out.
"Mmm," Donna slowly nodded and brought her wet lips to his. She slowly lowered herself onto him. It wasn't hard to do, considering how excited her husband was. They both let out a gasp into each other's mouths as the hot water continued to fall over them. She let her husband fully enter her before she made any movements.
Sam moved away to look into his wife's eyes at the beginning of their passion. The steam was getting thicker and so was the tension between them. She didn't move. Sam slowly shook his head at his free spirited wife, "You know darling, maybe you are up there for your own amusement. Considering the torture you're putting me through," he strangled out which caused Donna to let out a dirty laugh which he felt. Everywhere.
She brought her lips back to his as he slowly moved in and out of her, allowing her to move her hips up and down. She ran her hands up and down his well defined back and giggled as he felt his hands travel to her backside and hold on to it. "More," she moaned into his ear. "I need to feel all of you inside me, Carmichael. Now," she commanded seductively.
Sam didn't have to be told twice by his wife. Especially considering the state they were both in. He upped the pace as the hot water was turned up as well. She moved her hips faster along with him as they moved in perfect rhythm.
She took him as deep as she could before he would almost completely come out of her before thrusting fiercely back in. He began to fill her walls tighten around him as she was reaching her climax. Luckily he wasn't too far behind due to how she was moving against him.
"I want to hear you scream my name, Mrs. Carmichael," he whispered into her ear. All she could do was moan in response as her husband's hot words were bringing her over the edge. "I need to know just how much you need me, because this as how much I need you," he finished and sped up even more, giving her everything he had as he thrusted passionately into her.
Donna couldn't hold back as her orgasms took over and she screamed her husband's name at the top of her lungs over what he had just given her. It seemed to go on and on as the more he thrusted the higher it seemed to take her, instead of dying down. She felt her eyes would roll into the back of her head as she closed them and experienced wave after wave of the most surreal feeling to ever be created inside her.
Sam watched as his wife screamed his name and her face as he realized he was taking her higher and higher to a place she'd never been before. It was enough to send him over the edge as he came right behind her, calling her name and holding tightly as he released within her all he had.
Their foreheads rested against each other as it was hard to tell if their bodies or the water was hotter. He wiped the hair out of her face and lifted her chin to him, "You never cease to amaze me, you know?" he smiled and kissed the tip of her nose.
Donna smiled in return and brought her arms to rest across his shoulders, "I know," she cheekily winked and lifted herself off of him. He picked her up and set her back down on the shower floor. What she didn't expected was for her legs to give way as she immediatly went backwards.
Sam caught her just in time and began to laugh, "Good god, Carmichael. I didn't know I had that effect on you, nice to know after all this time," he winked smugly, but spoke too soon when he missed his footing and slipped, bringing them both down.
Donna's head hit the floor, but she didn't care as she started howling with laughter. "Likewise," she managed to utter before laughing hysterically again.
Sam began laughing equally as frantic and helped his wife into a sitting position before holding her in his arms. "You make me weak to the knees, darling," he kissed her temple as she hissed in pain. "Donna? Did you hit your head?" he started silently chuckling, realizing they took quite a spill.
Donna bit her lip and turned around in his arms to face her husband. "Yea...wha? Are you laughing at my pain?!" she teased and stood up a little too fast causing the shower to spin a bit due to all of the hot water, and the electrifying, knee-weakening sex they just had. "Right..." she breathed as Sam shot up with concern.
"Sweetheart..." he sighed and took her face into her hands looking for any sign of serious injury. Thankfully, he found none. "It might leave a bruise darling," he chuckled and tried to wipe the smile off his face in case she would've genuinely been offended.
Donna's jaw mockingly dropped as she moved past him and opened the shower door and slammed it shut. "Then I suppose you don't need assistance with showering if you find your partner a laughing stock," she sighed and began to walk out of the bathroom, only to be pulled back by her husband from behind.
Sam pulled Donna back in, kicking and laughing, and shut the shower door. He backed her up to the wall and placed both hands on either side of her. "I don't think so, Mrs. Carmichael. I promised you we'd be efficient. I don't intend on breaking promises to my wife," he kissed her lightly before turning around to hold two containers, "Which one?" he asked confusingly.
Donna giggled and pointed to the red one, "That's the shampoo, honey. The other is conditioner." she said referring to the black container he held in his other hand.
Sam nodded, "I see..." he threw the black container to the side and put a generous amount of shampoo in his hand before massaging it into her scalp.
"Mmmm," Donna moaned from the back of her throat. "This is nice," she stated as her husband took his time washing her hair.
"You'll find out soon enough, darling. I have many talents," he pointed out and turned her around to rinse her hair before grabbing the conditioner.
Donna let a sexy giggle, "Oh I'm well aware, darling" she bit her lip and gave him a suggestive wink. Sam turned her around and handed her the loofa to wash her body with, while he massaged the conditioner into her hair.
"What happened to productivity and efficiency, Mrs. Carmichael?" he said a couple minutes later while he rinsed her hair. She'd began to tease him when she could feel his desire for her pressed against her back while he was trying to finish conditioning her hair.
She smirked and wiped the water out of her face before crashing her lips against his, "To hell with that."
The Carmichael's eventually were able to detach themselves from the shower and get themselves ready. When Sam designed the place, he'd placed a his and hers sink in Donna's bathroom for the both of them decades ago. Now, they were getting to use it.
"Could you maybe not come onto me while you're brushing your teeth?" he asked seriously, standing in only his fresh jeans so she could still take in his glorious upper body. His wife turned her head and looked at him as if he was insane.
She threw her arms up in the air and attempted to talk while brushing her teeth to defend her case, before spitting the toothpaste out. "And exactly what am I doing, Carmichael?" she asked, hands on her hips, in her robe.
Sam walked towards her, "We'll that's just it darling: nothing. You don't have to do anything, yet you have me wrapped around your finger. We haven't even been married 24 hours!" He kissed her forehead before heading out to find a shirt.
Donna smiled to herself in the mirror. "Still got it, Sheri- Carmichael." She headed out to the bedroom only to find her husband had set something out for her on the bed, she looked up at him.
"Oh you don't have to wear that...just thought I'd attempt to help. I know it'll look good on you," he kissed her forehead before buttoning up the rest of his light blue shirt.
"Thankyou," she said and began to take off her robe. She noticed Sam staring at her and threw the robe at his face.
"I didn't know you had a C-Section with Sophie," he noted, staring at the c-shaped scare on her stomach. He watched as her eyes got big and she cleared her throat, not looking at him.
Shit. He's right. He wouldn't have known, because she didn't have a c-section...with Sophie. She gave a nervous laugh and fumbled with the floral skirt he'd set out for her, "Yeah-uh. There were some complications...minor dilemmas," she waved her hand in the air to dismiss the idea.
But Sam didn't want to dismiss it. He wanted to know what happened because he wasn't there for it, even if Sophie wasn't biologically his, she was still his daughter. It didn't matter to him. "I see..." he murmured. He threw the robe in the basket and walked up to her. He heard her take a shaky breath and knew this was painful for her. It was for him too, but he wanted to know. He wanted to know everything so he could know how to help her now. He kissed her forehead tenderly, "I don't remember seeing that in New Y-"
"No you wouldn't have. Probably weren't paying attention," she cut him off harshly. He nodded; he deserved it. He took his hand in hers and made her face him. He saw the tears in her eyes and broke him to know it was because of what he was saying.
Damnit. She was lying now too.
"I'm sorry," his voice broke and he swallowed. He turned her arm over to stare at the scar on her wrist. Donna was confused as to what he was doing until she saw where his gaze went.
She hastily pulled away her arm and gave him an icy glare. He opened his mouth but she put her hand up. Her tears silently cascading down her face and Sam watched helplessly. She sniffed deeply before shaking her head, "I don't wanna talk ab-"
He pulled her into a tight embrace. He didn't care if she did or didn't. She needed to eventually, but he wasn't going to push her. Right now she needed this. His support. She let out a heart wrenching cry before sobbing into his shirt. "I know...I know. I'm so sorry, darling I shouldn't have pushed you, I just want to help, I promise. That's all. My god...I'm so sorry. I love you, I love you," he let his own tears fall into her hair. He didn't plan on letting go anytime soon.
Donna cried even harder into his shirt. Her heart was overwhelmed with all the love her husband was showing her. It showed her how much he wanted all of her. Every detail. He'd settle for nothing less, but he'd let her tell him in her own time. He repeated those three words she'd never tire of hearing and she gave a soft smile. "Shit...your shirt...I'm s-sorry..." she sniffed, trying to recompose herself.
Sam shook his head at her and cupped her cheek, "Donna, I don't give a damn about my shirt. All I'm worried about is you...my god...last night...I saw that scar... on your wrist" he choked out before having to wipe a couple tears and he smiled at her with every ounce of love in him. "I made a promise, Donna. I made a vow. I haven't broken a promise to my wife , yet and I don't intend on ever breaking them. Because, I broke them too often to a woman I was in love with 21 years ago, who is the same woman standing before me: my wife. I vowed for better or for worse. That means the happiest moments we share together, but that also means every demon you've kept at bay. Because, I want to help you overcome it. Without you, I loose the piece of me I've been looking for far too long. You are a part of me, Donna. The terrifying part of me that I don't want to live with out. Because I'm positive I couldn't. Therefore, your demons? They're mine also. Because seeing you be tortured? Tortures me helplessly," he choked out.
Donna just stood in awe of her husband's words before pulling his face to hers and allowing him to give her one of his heart-stopping, erase-any-doubt kisses. It wa wet with their tears, but it held so much meaning with Sam's promise to her. She wiped a tear, "How deep does that 'worse' go?" she asked cautiously.
"As deep as my love for you," he added without missing a beat. He brought his lips to her ear, "Incase you're unsure, it's kind of infinitive," he teased, hoping to lighten the mood. She nervously laughed and wiped a stray tear from his cheek. "I won't push you, Donna. But, I won't settle for silence. Whatever it is, I'll wait. I waited damn long enough to marry you and I can wait damn long enough for an answer," he joked. "But if you think I'm running for the hills, you are in for a painful surprise," he declared with a wink.
She rolled her eyes and kissed his lips gently, "Shit...you mean I'm stuck with you?" her eyes became wide and her eyebrows furrowed. "Damn..." she whispered as she tried to put on the white blouse Sam set out for her.
Sam helped her pull it down before he pulled her deathly close to him. "Shut up, Carmichael. You love me and you know it." Donna let out a small scoff at his words which he'd used in his grand declaration the previous night. His lips lightly brushed over hers before he pulled back and he headed for the door. Donna let out a laugh of shock as her husband turned around to face her, "Efficiency...remember?" he reminded smartly.
She grabbed the garment she decided not to wear and clenched it in her first before meeting her husband at the door. She grabbed his hand and placed the delicate garment in his keeping before closing it. "Oh...believe me...I remember," she winked. She patted his chest and headed down the stairs. Sam opened his hand to reveal the red silky underwear he'd set out for her. Which only meant one thing: no underwear.
"CARMICHAEL! " he called down the stairs as he heard his wife give a dirty laugh. He threw the underwear into the bedroom and sped down the stairs. Before reaching from behind and taking hold of his wife.
"Sam! We just made it down the stairs," she protested. "Efficiency, darling. Remember?" she gave him a quick kiss, which only deepened as he reached for the small of her back and pulled her closer.
Tanya walked into the lobby only to be met by the nauseating scene in front of her. "ROSIE!" she called making the newly wed couple jump. "Call off the authorities! Donna Dearest and Ole Sam Bam are alive!" she joked. "And get the camera! I wanna remember baby's first husband!" she yelled towards the courtyard.
"First and only," Sam corrected her while wrapping his arms around Donna. "And besides...Sam Bam?" he looked at her with disapproval, causing Donna to snicker.
Tanya just shook her head at the two. "Yes, because that's the noise that was being made all night that kept me up until 5 am. BAM! BAM! BAM!" She hit the desk with her fist for emphasis watching as the couples face grew bright red. "Also, Donna honey, I ordered you a new bed and someone is coming on Friday to talk about sound proof for your walls," she winked at her best friend. "Consider it my wedding gift!" She took her shades off and sat in Donna's chair behind her desk.
"Jesus Christ, Chiquitita. What are you yelling about?" Rosie waltzed in with Bill behind her. She turned and saw the new couple and started squealing. She sprinted and crashed into Donna, "Oh my god, Sheridan! You're alive!" She began kissing all over her face before turning to Sam, "So are you, Sam Bam!" She gave a dramatic sigh of relief.
"Not the worst nickname to have," he winked at Donna who in return, playfully pinched his rear. He let out a small shout of surprise as his wife looked at him defiantly. He whispered into her ear, "keep it up and Tanya is gonna want those sound proof walls tonight."
She feigned a shocked expression and giggled, "Honey, she was gonna want tonight, anyway," she whispered back.
"And what makes you so sure of yourself, Carmichael?" he asked without giving her time to answer as he put his lips on her inviting her in.
Tanya rolled her eyes at the scenario in front of her, "Knock it off and get a room. Soundproof." She pointed to the both of them as Rosie started laughing. Donna stuck her tongue out at her friend and gave Sam another lingering kiss.
"Because I always get what I want, Mr. Carmichael," she whispered into his ear. He gave a low chuckle before kissing her temple. "Ow!" She yelped and playfully swatted him across the chest and received a wink from her handsome husband in return.
Harry walked in with a bag of trash before throwing it in the trash can. "Alright, the place is completely cleared. Also, might I suggest if you're planning on sound proofing, it might be a great investment if he looked into your bedroom on the boat, Bill. Haven't heard that much noise being made since the bloody Led Zepplin concert I saw in '76," he remarked rubbing his neck in the process.
Donna and Sam both burst out laughing as Bill and Rosie's draws dropped. "I've heard sound travels on water much more, uh efficiently let's say," Donna winked at her best friend who shook her head burried her face into Bill's chest as Sam let out a burst of laughter at his wife's reference.
"Ok ok... ENOUGH on all the sex. Mainly because I'm not getting any...yet. Anyone, when was the last time you two ate?" Tanya asked pointing to Sam and Donna.
The couple looked at each other then back at Tanya. "Well that would've been around...hmmm, I'd say 3 this morning," Sam replied with a smirk. Harry choked on his water as Donna smacked him upside the head.
"Oh my god, you bastard! What the hell?!" she paused, "More like 4 in the morning," she said with a laugh as Harry now spat out his water, accidentally spraying it all over Tanya. Rosie and Donna both howled with laughter as they saw their best friend so stiff and motionless.
"Head Banger. Get. Me. A. Towel." She gave him an icy glare as he tried not to laugh at his hilarious mistake. He quickly headed for the laundry room and came back with one of the hotel's towels. She hastily took the towel and immediatly wiped her face off, along with the rest of her body that was now wet, but she never took her glare off of Harry. He just stood there attempting, but failing miserably, to wipe the smirk off of his face. She threw the towel at Harry. "I meant food," Tanya said irritated.
Sam gave a frown. "Oh, well I consider dessert food, don't you gentlemen?" Donna placed her head on her husband's shoulder. He was playing with fire.
"Hell yeah," Bill added with a grin only to get elbowed by Rosie in the stomach. "Ow! Right...noted. Um...no?" He turned to Rosie who nodded in approval, only to turn back o Sam and mouth 'yes'. Sam started chuckling and covered it up with a cough. Donna shook her head at her husband's cover up, but decided to use it to her advantage.
"Poor baby...are you alright, sweetheart? Need a drink of water?" Donna asked suggestively, patting her husband's back. He nodded solemnly and saw the naughty glint in her eye. "We'll be right back. Excuse us," Donna announced and quickly took Sam by the arm towards the kitchen.
Donna opened the kitchen door and had barely closed it by the time her husband had slammed her against the wall and hungrily kissed her lips. She laughed into his mouth, which turned him on all the more. He pulled her closer to him as she began walking backwards and he followed her until her backside hit the table. She hopped onto it while beginning to undo his shirt.
He easily found his way to the spot right below her neck that drove her wild; she gasped when he found it and caressed her thigh with his hand. Sam made her feel wild and young again. He made her feel sexy and carefree, because that's what he was to her. She felt empowered when she was with him and she loved every second as he drove her wild with longing the more he did. God, she needed him.
Sam's desire was painful in his pants. Any little thing Donna did sent his body wanting more of her. He wanted nothing more than to ravish her perfect, sensational body. She was his drug that went far beyond addiction, and he wasn't about to seek rehab anytime soon. She found the spot behind his ear that sent chills down his spine, as she playfully kissed and licked the sensitive area. Donna turned to look at him, he shook his head in awe at her, "You don't have a prayer, Mrs. Carmichael." he promised her seductively.
"Whatever happened to your glass of water, darling?" She asked innocently as she fumbled with the belt buckle, while Sam slipped off her own shirt. He assisted her with his jeans until they were off of his toned body.
They knew what they were doing. They knew they had limited time. They knew they shouldn't, but after nearly 17 years apart, plenty of "shouldn'ts"turn into "should's" because you take advantage of what you have. That's exactky what they were doing.
Sam hitched up his wife skirt which made it easier, considering she wasn't wearing underwear. He undid his boxer and they pooled at his feet as he crawled up onto the table with his wife. "You're the only tall glass of water I need, Carmichael," he positioned himself above her and quickly entered her soft core with force, not even giving her time to think. She really didn't have a prayer, but neither did he.
"Oh My God!" Donna moaned as her husband wasted no time and neither did she. She found his lips and planted hers on them. She began to buck her hips to match his movements quickly as she shoved her tongue into his mouth and he groaned into hers in response. Their tongues battled along with the rest of their bodies.
Sam moved Donna's leg up to allow him to enter her more, causing them to both moan out loud. "Damnit," he muttered as Donna gave him a confused look. He looked in her eyes and smirked, "I forgot the bra," he explained.
Donna looked down to discover she was still wearing her bra. She let out giggle as she raised her other leg up to allow him in even deeper. "I think that's the least of our worries, darling," she panted.
They heard voices coming from outside. "Donna? Did you lock the door?" Sam asked anxiously looking into his wife's eyes. Her eyes became wide as her mouth opened a bit. That was his answer. No she hadn't. "Shit..." he muttered as he picked her up and ran as fast as he could with his underwear around his ankles to the nearest door: a closet. He opened it and quickly shut it as Donna wouldn't stop laughing.
They didn't give a damn. There was no light in there as they both started to snicker, yet they kept on. Donna wrapped her legs around his waist and moved her hips quickly, "I don't give a fuck if they catch us in the act. Not until I'm finished with you," she whispered into his ear.
Sam sat on what he assumed to be a chair, or bench. "Then we better get on with it, Mrs. Carmichael." She rocked her hips back and forth furiously trying to reach the point of no return, while Sam continued his deep thrusts even from his stance.
"I thought they came in here," Tanya said confused. "Rosie, did you miss some laundry and leave it in here? " Tanya examined and picked up the white blouse, blue button up, and jeans.
Rosie's eyes got wide as she realized whose those were and was surprised that Tanya of all people hadn't caught on, then again, she'd been drinking since noon. "Y-yes I think I did, thankyou," Rosie picked up the clothes and scouted for anywhere they might be. Surely they wouldn't have ran too far butt-naked, or close to it anyway.
Harry and Bill walked into the kitchen. "What's that?" Bill asked pointing to the clothes Rosie had in her hands. Rosie became wide eyed as she gave a nervous laugh and eyed a door almost too perfect to be true. The closet with the cooking ingredients. You've got to be kidding. She knew they were in there though because they're newly weds, and newly weds think with their list instead of their common sense.
"Just some...laundry...I forgot to take earlier. I must've just been so flustered and stupid that I forgot all about it," she said hoping the couple would hear her from their hiding spot in the closet.
Donna giggled as Sam covered her mouth. "Oh my god we forgot our clothes," Donna whispered as her body was still grinding against Sam's. Sam tried to surprise his laughter, "Don't you do it Carmichael. You'll blow our cover," she breathed heavily.
"How in the hell do you expect to keep our cover, dearest?" he asked sarcastically as his wife nudged her head over to the stained glass window.
"It opens. We'll put the remainder of our clothes on and make a break for it," she explained. It was the best option she had, but neither she or Sam really gave a damn at the moment.
Sam shrugged his shoulders and nodded, "Good enough for me." He was quickly shut up by another hypnotizing kiss from his wife.
"Shut up and fuck me. Now," she commanded sexily. He stood up from his position on the bench and held her suffocatingly tight to him.
"Don't have to tell me twice. This way it's more...efficient," he smirked against her lips before fiercely thrusting into her core causing her to take an enormous breath as she couldn't moan and neither could he. She moved her hips up and down as fast as she could as the burning desire deep inside grew bigger and expanded the more she took in his massive length.
"Shit..." she murmured into his shoulder as her breathing became quicker and the desire became greater. The feeling inside her was driving her wild as she dug her nails into his back. "Harder, baby. Please," she quietly pleaded. She was at his mercy, and needed him to be forgiving.
Sam immediatly gave her what she asked for as he managed to quicken his pace and enter a little deeper as he lifted her thigh a little higher around him. "God...I love...you...he whispered lovingly into her ear as he could tell she was on the brink of her release. He gave her all he had as he thrusted within her feeling her tighten around his throbbing member as her burning desire was finally fulfilled. He heard her gasp and took a big breath of air as she felt her release that was so anticipated. Donna relaxed as waves of pleasure enveloped her and she dug her nails even deeper into her husband's back as her breathing was deeply ragged.
He wasn't far behind her as her walls tightened around him for the final time, he reached his point of no return releasing everything he had into her, for the third time that day. He kissed her sweaty forehead, "Ok, so I say we start finding things to fight about and have makeup sex if it's anything remotely similar to what just happened," he teased while Donna shook her head at him. The lack of energy overwhelmed him to where he lost his footing, towards the broken closet door. He managed to fall onto the door that gave way under him and opened up as Sam and Donna came tumbling out together.
"OH MY GOD!"
