Happy Anniversary

Rated M for sexual content

The day started as the days always did. The sunlight peeked through the closed curtains of their bedroom. Rory was wrapped in Stephens arms, each of them sleeping with a hand on her stomach where a baby bump was just beginning to develop. Stephen woke first and gently kissed the forehead of the still sleeping Rory. She stirred against him and her eyelids flickered. She murmured softly as her eyes opened and she raised her head slowly to look at him. He smiled at her. "Good morning."

She stretched and rolled onto her front, resting on his chest and enjoying the feel of it rising and falling. "Good morning."

"How do you feel?"

"Alright. I think the morning sickness is finally gone." She spoke through a yawn.

"I'm glad."

He gently stroked her hair as she lay against him. She kissed his chest and spoke. "Happy anniversary."

He grinned. "Happy anniversary."

"Can you believe we've been married a whole year?"

"No, the times flown by. But it's been the best year of my life."

"Best year of your life so far," she added.

He chuckled. "So far," he agreed.

"We have so much to look forward to."

"And I can't wait."

They lay silently for a moment before Rory spoke again. "What's up with Callum and Boo?"

Stephen looked down at her lying on his chest. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, every time you look at them, you smile as if you know something. Don't forget, I learned how to read your expressions long ago. There's not much you can keep from me."

He smiled. "Promise not to tell Callum I told you?"

"Promise."

"He told me he's going to propose to Boo."

She sat up quickly, her eyes wide, her mouth open and forming a smile. "What?! When did he tell you this?"

"It was a while ago. About a month back. He told me he still needs money to buy a ring but he definitely wanted to marry her. And he wanted to start a family with her one day too."

Rory's voice went high pitched. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!"

He laughed. "But don't tell him I told you. I don't know if he wanted anyone else to know or not."

"I won't tell, I won't tell. Oh my god..." She lay back down on his chest and his hand stroked her back. "That's incredible."

Callum, Boo, Freddie and even Thorpe insisted that neither Stephen or Rory go out on call that day. It was their anniversary, they said. Enjoy it. Stephen had already planned an evening meal for them and now he had the whole day to relax with her. He surprised her with a bouquet of roses and a bracelet. It was gold plated with an inscription; With all my love, always. Stephen x She cried, a mixture of happiness and pregnancy hormones. She was sure her hormone levels would drive her crazy or murderous. Or both. She gave him a new watch and he accepted it happily before he put his arms around her. "I didn't need anything from you darling. You're already carrying the greatest present I could ever receive."

After that, they relaxed on the couch. He sat with his arm around her and she had her feet pulled up under her and was cuddling into him. A pile of DVDs sat on the living room table alongside plates of crisps and chocolate. She dozed off against him halfway through the first movie, soothed by the sound of his heartbeat. Later that evening, she dressed for the meal he had booked. She wore the red, sleeveless, knee length dress she had worn on the night he had proposed to her. This would likely be the last chance she'd have to wear it before the baby was born. Even now, although her bump was tiny and barely visible, it was tight. But she still managed to squeeze herself into it and gazed happily at her reflection in the mirror. He smiled warmly when he saw her wearing it, no doubt remembering the night she had last worn it.

The meal was lovely and they laughed and talked and held hands across the table. Rory had noticed that the tablecloth of the table they sat on was long so no one else could see their legs. And she was feeling particularly naughty. She took a sip of the lemonade she had ordered, looking over the glass seductively. As she did that, she slipped of the shoe she was wearing and ran her foot up Stephens leg. She watched as his lips parted in mild surprise and she could see his chest jerk as he breathed in quickly. He raised his eyebrows at her as her foot traced lines up and down his leg before coming to rest on his crotch. He cleared his throat and hurriedly picked up his glass of wine, taking a sip to try and distract himself from his wife's foot pressing against him. It didn't take long for them to get the bill, get in a taxi and make their way back to Goodwin's Court.

They had barely got up the stairs, through the front door and into the living room before they were kissing passionately. Stephens hand was pressed against her lower back while the other ran down her body and made its way up her dress. She gasped into his mouth as his hand slid into her knickers and his long fingers began to gently stroke her clit. She broke the kiss but their lips stayed close as she bucked into his touch, moans of assent tumbling from her lips. Her hands gripped his shoulders tightly. Her eyes were closed and her mouth hung open. "Stephen...yes..."

He chuckled and his voice was low and heavy. "Yeah, you like it when I touch you there, don't you?"

She groaned happily as her hand slid down to his and she gently pushed it away. He looked at her with a little confusion but the smile told him she didn't want him to finish. Her voice was strained, as if all the breath she had had been taken away. "I have three instructions for you." She backed away from him and pressed herself up against the wall of the living room, panting heavily. "Fuck me here."

He smiled and stalked over to her, his eyes dark with lust. He placed both hands on the wall on either side of her. Her voice was a plea. "Fuck me now."

She had barely finished her sentence before his lips came crashing against hers, her hands going into his hair trying to pull him closer still. She broke the kiss with a heavy gasp.

"Fuck me hard."