"You're still upset." Finn comments.
"I'm a little annoyed yeah." I shrug, flipping a pancake. He let out a long sigh next to me... The past week or so I've been a bit standoffish with him. His hands slip around my waist and he rests his chin on my shoulder. "Buttering me up isn't going to help your case." I smirk.
"It's helping a little." He rebuts softly.
"I never hid my family from you." I comment. Yep, I was still on about that.
"You had nothing to hide. You'r family is flawless." He chuckled. "Mine is slightly more dysfunctional." He says.
"It doesn't matter." I sigh. "I really just want to not have to find out these things from everyone else. Why can't you just tell me stuff."
"If it makes you feel any better I don't have anymore secrets. You know everything." He assures me. "And from now on you can ask me anything you'd like and I'll answer honestly." He adds, squeezing my shoulder.
"You're brother isn't going away, what are you going to do about him?" I ask curiously.
"He's probably rallying with my father and it will be a shit show." He grumbles, letting his hands fall from my waist and retreating into the living room. "And I don't know." He answers, "The punishment with suit the crime." He adds. I hear the TV turn on after another moment and continue making breakfast. "My love?" He calls softly after another few minutes.
"Yes?" I murmur in response.
"I"m very hungry." He says softly. Like he didn't want to offend me because breakfast was taking too long, but teasing me at the same time. I roll my eyes and put a couple pancakes and some bacon on a plate for him before walking it into the living room. "Thank you." He smirks.
"If he's hungry, feed him." I roll my eyes.
"If she's horny, fuck her." He rebuts with a devious grin.
"She's horny." I laugh, walking back into the kitchen.
"He's hungry. May I eat first?" He laughs. "Being well fed helps with my performance." He winks.
"I suppose." I answer, walking back into the living room and sitting next to him to eat breakfast.
"I love you."
"I love you too." I smile at him. "What are you watching?" I look skeptically at the TV.
"It's like a blacksmith competition show. I enjoy watching them make blades and swords." He tells me.
"Maybe you should take up blacksmithing." I say, trying to hold back my smirk. His head swivels at me and he shakes his head, choosing to say nothing at all. "Good breakfast babe." He says, taking my empty plate from me and walking them both into the kitchen. When he walks back out he leans over me on the couch, pressing his lips to mine. "You want something?" He asks softly.
"Yes." I nod. My fingers grazed over the scruff on his face before sliding down his chest and under his shirt. I rake my fingers over his abs and watch as the lust becomes predominant in his eyes. I grin and let my hand travel further South and over the bulge in his shorts, making him suck in a breath.
"Tease..." He groans, grinding his hardness into my hand.
"You walk around without a shirt on 85% of the time and I'm the tease?" I narrow my eyes at him.
"I didn't realize it had that effect on you." He smirks, knowing exactly the effect it had on me. I pull up the t-shirt over his head and toss it behind the couch.
"Are you still going to want me when I'm fat?" I ask him. He stopped and looked at me, dropping down to his knees so he's eye level with me.
"Are you being serious?" He questions.
"Kind of..." I nod, biting my bottom lip.
"You won't be fat, you'll be heavily pregnant and I will love you the same. Your weight matters little to me, you're beautiful regardless." He insists, easily pulling my sweat pants down my legs. "Now, unless you're moanin' me name... Be quiet." He states, leaving feathered kisses across the insides of my thighs. I bite my lip and look down at his as his tongue inches closer to my core and my whole body shutters when his swipes it all the way up my slit to my clit. My hips come up from the couch slightly and my fingers run through his hair and over his shoulders, digging into the skin slightly. His mouth engulfs my wetness as he continues to roll his tongue over my clit, turning me into this moaning mess and pulling at the short hairs at the nape of his neck.
"Oh god..." I murmur, feeling my body start to tense up. He slides two fingers into me, gently stroking my walls while his tongue continues to not so gently attack my clit. "Finn!" I exclaim, clamping my legs around his head and pulling his hair as I came hard.
"Good girl." He smiles from between my legs. I could only smirk back at him. He was covered in my juices from the nose down, his hair was a hot mess and his whole chest was already flushed from how turned on he was. My feet easily pushed his basketball shorts down to his knees and he kicked them the rest of the way off as he stood up and began to hover over me on the couch. I wasted pretty much no time pulling him down to me, using both hands to grip his butt cheeks.
"How is your butt thicker than mine?" I grumble playfully at him.
"Squats babe." He winks, pulling a couple quick kisses from my lips. He groans when my nails dig deeper into the soft skin on his butt before I ease the pressure and drag them up his back, over his shoulders and back down his chest until my hand finally wraps around his length. He lets out a breathy growl into my ear as I stroke him for a moment before bringing him to me. We both let out a satisfied moan when he enters me in a few slow thrusts.
"You're going to have to go harder than that today." I tell him, grasping his back as he kept up with the slow and steady thrusting. He presses his forehead against my own, glancing those cool blue eyes into my bright green ones. "Slow isn't cutting it." I add making him chuckle.
"If that's how you want it." He shrugs simply, snapping his hips up into me and making me gasp.
"Yes please, more of that." I breathe, my hands gripping his hips and encouraging the faster, rougher action. He uses and arm under my back to readjust us on the couch before ruthlessly thrusting into me, each thrust pushing my head into the couch cushion. "Oh my god..." I moan, biting down on his shoulder and making him growl. With simple rotation of his hips he enters at a new angle, hitting me with a mix of pleasure and pain and making me cry out. My nails literally rake down his back and dig into his butt cheeks again.
"Did I hurt you?" He asks in a ragged breath.
"No... Oh god, don't stop." I moan into his shoulder. My own hips were basically coming up off the couch to meet his thrusts and I could tell I was coming close to another orgasm as my legs started to shake and my eye sight started to go fuzzy. The release was so intense that I'm sure the neighbors that lived 2 miles away could hear my scream as my muscles clamped down and I came over his length. He grunted and I watched him white knuckle the pillow on my couch before he came after me. I could literally feel him pulsing inside me.
"Feel better?" He asks softly, peppering my shoulder and neck with kisses as he rose up off me.
"A little bit, yeah." I smile.
"I'm out of shape, you don't usually ask for it rough." He chuckles, still catching his breath. I watch him turn around and toss me my pants before bending over for his own shorts.
"Oh my god." I stifle a laugh, making him stand and turn around quickly.
"What?" He furrows his eyebrows at me. I motion for him to come closer and turn him back around.
"I got you..." I whisper, pointing out the ten nail prints on his butt cheeks. "There too..." I say, running my fingers down 4 long scrapes that were actually bleeding from how hard I'd raked him. "Do they hurt?" I ask him. HIs whole body was flushed and splotched. Those back muscles, paired with the red flush and the scratches made me want to ride the shit out of him all over again.
"Nah, but..." He shakes his head, raising an eyebrow at me.
"What?" I sigh, starting to pull on my own pants.
"I think brownies might help them to heal faster." He grins cheekily.
"What do I look like to you? A house wife?" He lets out a loud laugh, and had I not known him as well as I do it probably would've sounded obnoxious. It makes me narrow my eyes at him.
"You're the furthest thing from a house wife." He teases me. "Really, the furthest thing." He adds just to be annoying about it. "But you're brownies are amazing, and if you generously decided to make them and share them with me I'd be more appreciative." He wags his eyebrows.
"I'll make the stupid brownies." I roll my eyes.
"Thank you, my love." He smiles.
***...***...***
I was busy in the kitchen make the brownies that his majesty had so kindly asked for when he himself came walking in from the back door. He'd gone last night to the castle to check up on things and discuss a few things with his men. I could already tell that whatever he had to say wasn't going to be anything good. He had a solemn look on his face and hadn't quite looked me in the eyes yet.
"Hello, my love." He greets me, pressing a kiss to the back of my neck as he came up behind me.
"Hey babe." I murmur. "What's wrong?" I ask when he circles back around the kitchen island to sit across from where I stood.
"I fear that I won't get to taste any of those brownies because you're going to be so angry with me." He sighs. His eyes glance at the bowl as I stir it then back up to my own, which have turned from interest to unimpressed in less than 10 seconds.
"And why am I going to be angry with you?" I ask him, holding a steady tone of voice.
"You're going to go and visit your parents while I deal with my brother and father." He tells me. He was right, I was an instant angry and I went to protest when he cut me off. "It's not up for discussion. You're going." He insists. "This whole issue is far bigger than I'd originally thought it was. You and the baby are the most important things in the world to me and if it means that I have to sent you to Louisiana for a week or two while I resolve this than that's how it's going to be."
"You can't just ship me fucking off with something happens!" I basically snarled at him.
"Listen to me..." He says softly, "Just calm down and breath." He tries to be soothing. He was trying to keep me even, because we both knew the second I lost my temper that literally anything from slamming him across the room to lighting my own house on fire would be possible.
"What the fuck happens when 100 years down the road, when my family is fucking gone and something threatening happens? Where are you going to ship me off to?" I ask him through gritted teeth.
"I'll figure that out 100 years down the road." He answers smartly, which only made me even hotter.
"What if something happens to you?" I ask in almost a whisper. His whole faces softens when I ask that, and he's around the counter next to me almost instantly. "What if something happens to you and I'm not there?"
"My love, look at me." He tilts my chin up and green eyes meet blue. "Nothing will happen to me, I promise you that." He assure me.
"How can you promise something like that?" I almost scoff. He stares at me a moment, and I can see the wheels in his head turning... Trying to find the right way to answer that question.
"I just can." He finally shrugs. "Because there's no way that I"m going to risk letting anything happen to me before I've had a chance to be with you and start our family." He adds.
"It's not fair." I grumble.
"But it's final." He states. "You're going to call your mother and tell her that you're coming home in a couple days to visit, I"ll transport you there and when everything is finished I will come back for you." He tells me, cupping my face in his hands. "And you'll be taking Ganicus with you." He says and my eyes get wide.
"How?"
"He comes available in pocket size." He winks playfully.
"I don't want to be away from you..." I whine, turning back to the brownie batter and pouring it into the pan.
"It's not forever and we'll talk every day, as many times as you'd like." He assure me. "I'll have my phone."
"What about Kelly?" I ask, putting a hand on my hip.
"She's been staying with that guy you told me about. What about her?" He questions. I'm silent, because I really didn't have a way to answer that... I was really just looking for some way out of having to go home and being able to stay here.
"Nothing I guess." I shrug.
"I'm sorry you're angry. I'm only keeping you safe and out of harms way." He sounds like a broken record. Apologizing and saying he's trying to keep me safe.
"Yes, that may be the safer way for me. Meanwhile I"m fucking pregnant, thousands of miles away in a different country while my fiancé is off doing god knows what in a totally different land, possibly going to war with his own fucking father, putting himself in harms way and possibly not coming back to me at all. So good for you for keeping me safe but increasing my stress level by like 2000." I throw my hands up in the air, glowering at him.
"You're being extremely unreasonable." He comments, looking at me unimpressed.
"I don't care." I tell him honestly, slamming the brownies into the oven. "I"m starting to think you're more trouble than your fucking worth." I growl, immediately regretting what I'd just said and retreating out of the kitchen. He's right behind me, spinning me back around to face him. The tears had already started to form in my eyes.
"You didn't mean that..." He murmurs questionably, running the pads of his thumbs over the tears.
"No." I admit, shaking my head. His arms wrap around my body and I bury my face into his chest.
"I don't put it past my brother or my father to take you and use you against me. The last thing I want is for you and the baby to be in either or both of their hands." He explains. "Please just go home for a week or two, visit your family and when you come back everything will once again be normal."
"Ok." I finally agree.
"Thank you." He breathes, relieved.
Little did either of us know that me going to Louisiana may not do any good at all.