Chapter 29

I don't own Lucian

So yet another response from the still anonymous Guest reviewer.

Okay, I'm the guest you "addressed." First of all, I don't think that I know everything about the world. I do however understand the Hollywood world because I've grown up around it. I guarantee you'd know who my father is if I told you, but I can't for security reasons. Lucy auditioned for him before she got the role on pll, and he wasn't impressed at all. Btw, American Juniors was a stupid show that lasted for one season. Tell Lucy to audition for idol and win, then I'll be impressed. I've heard Lucy perform LIVE on several occasions, and she's the one who's "tone death." You sound good to me was very edited, and when you hear her live she sounds much worse. If you know anything about music you'd realize that the band drowns out her singing with their instuments intentionally. And are you watching the same Ian Harding that I am? Him and Shay are the worst actors on the show, and he's not going to book anything big after PLL. i you think the show is a big deal, you're dead wrong. Compare how many views they get with Glee, or Big Bang theory. Pll airs on ABC Family for crying out loud. And I find it amusing that you'd accuse me of lying about where I live. Who would do that? Lastly, this sight is meant for teenagers. If you're over eighteen and writing stories on this site it's pathetic. Get off your butt and do something with your life! If you're into writing, publish a book! Don't waste your time here, because you're never going to get discovered.

There are so many things I could point out about your response but I'm not going to waste my time. Frankly I don't give a damn who you and your father supposedly are. If you don't like Lucian either individually or together, why read a Lucian story? That's just stupid on your part. Don't like, don't read. It is as simple as that. I am not wasting my time doing this petty back and forth game with you.

With that all being said, I would love to thank all of my remarkable readers and friends who have voiced their opinion on this little back and forth with the Anon reviewer. All of the texts, tweets, reviews, PM, and DMs, were all perfect. Several of them made me laugh my ass off, one in particular which I won't name whose tweet it was but she knows. Haha. You guys are awesome and I love you to death. Now, on with the story!

Things get a little M near the end.

Lucy's POV

Currently I am getting dressed after just feeding Brea for the morning. Ian is burping her while I get ready for the day. It is eight in the morning, the day after Ian and I got back from Memphis. Usually I wouldn't be getting dressed this early, however, Troian and her husband Patrick are coming over because Troian all but demanded she come over to see Brea. I had sent her plenty of pictures from Memphis but Troian begged to see her as soon as we got back. She had been slightly disappointed, though she tried to hide it, when I told her Holy was going to play with Brea for a bit after dropping us off then we wanted to settle in. Troian being well, Troian, said she would be more than happy coming first thing today instead which brings us to where we are now.

Ian is playing with Brea on our bed while I get ready. I was going to ask Ian if he wanted to dress Brea while I dressed but I thought better of that prior to opening my mouth. He has yet to learn how to properly dress a little girl. Odds are he would dress her in some crazy mitch-match outfit. Ian is already dressed having gotten ready while I was feeding Brea.

Twenty minutes later I carry Brea down to her nursery with Ian in tow. We dress her in an adorable light pink dress with black polka dots on it and a ruffle skirt to add a bit of volume to it. She looks absolutely precious in it and her blue eyes appear even brighter in it. Her little socks are black to keep her tiny toes warm.

"Alright baby girl you are all set! Aunt Troian will be here soon." I press a kiss to her forehead and nuzzle my head against her head. Ian's hand caresses up my spine as we walk downstairs.

Just as we are descending down the stairs the doorbell rings. Ian opens the door for them and Troian rushes into the house past Ian before he even opens his mouth to greet her. Ian chuckles alongside Patrick who playfully rolls his eyes. They greet each other before turning their attention to the dogs at their feet.

"Can I hold her Luce, please?" Troian begs the second she gets to us. I smile and tell her yes.

We walk over to the living room and take a seat on the couch. "Alright baby girl, this is your Aunt Troian." I hand Brea over to her. Her face instantly lights up as she stares down at Brea.

We carry on light conversation revolving around Brea and our trip to Memphis. I am drawn from our conversation by Ian discreetly leaning over to whisper in my ear.

"Patrick wants to talk to me about something and asked if we could step out. We're going to take the dogs on a walk. Is there anything you need before we go?"

I turn my head to face his and shake my head. "No we're okay. Is everything alright?" I ask softly. Ian subtly shrugs his shoulders, his gaze flickering over to Troian. I nod my head understanding what he is silently saying. I lean forward to peck his lips. He kisses Brea before leaving as well.

"So tell me, what was it like?" Troian wonders in a curious tone once the boys leave the house.

"What was what like?" I reply unsure as to what she is asking.

Troian rolls her eyes as if it were obvious. "Childbirth. Did it hurt as much as woman say it does or is it over exaggerated?"

"Oh." I nod my head whilst resituating on the couch to curl my legs under my body. "It definitely isn't over exaggerated. For me at least. By the time we got to the hospital I was already 9 cm dilated so it was too late to have an epidural. I felt every single ounce of pain that comes with childbirth. But the doctor said it hurt so much because I have such a petite stature."

"Does the pain make you not want to have another kid?"

I furrow my brow. "Of course not. Yes it hurts ungodly but as soon as I heard Brea's cries and held her all the pain was worth it. Knowing I brought a little human being into the world is a magical and surreal feeling."

Troian silently nods her head and chews on her bottom lip.

"Why all the questions about it?" I pipe up in a questioning manner.

"Nothing," she shakes it off nonchalant.

"Troian…" I tilt my head to the side observing her behavior. "Do you want a baby?"

"I—." Troian pauses, not finding the words to say.

"Oh my gosh. You want a baby!"

"I didn't say that!"

"Maybe not verbally but your face says it all Troy." I smile softly at her.

She sighs and nods her head reluctantly. "Yes, okay I want a baby. It's never been the right timing for us so we've kept it silent on the back burner. However lately…"

"Yes?" I ask in excitement.

"I don't know." She shakes her head to herself. "It's crazy. I just… Watching you during your pregnancy and now holding Brea and seeing just how capturing a baby is makes me want to have my own."

"What does Patrick think about it?"

"I haven't told him," she confesses meekly.

"Troian, if you want a baby you need to talk to him about it. He's kind of necessary in the baby making process you know." I giggle knowing I could make her laugh.

She playfully nudges me with her shoulder. "Yes, thank you for reminding me of sex ed. I don't know. I've been trying to thinking of ways to bring it up but I'm scared he won't want to. How did you tell Ian?"

I grin thinking back to that morning many, many moons ago. "Ian had come home late the night before from filming that movie he had been working on. The following morning we were fooling around in bed… Afterwards I just told him I wanted a baby. He was shocked at first but he was on board with it completely."

"Hopefully Patrick isn't terrified of the idea of having a baby."

"I'm sure all will be just fine, don't worry."

"So how have things been with you and Ian so far?" She wonders after a few minutes of silence. Her gaze is focused on Brea while she plays with her after moving to sit on the floor with Brea's toys.

"We've been good. He is really good with her."

"What?"

"What?" I repeat right back to her confused.

"There is something in your tone, what's up?"

"Nothing," I wave my hand off. "I was just thinking of something I have planned for later."

"Like what?" Troian pushes.

I roll my eyes in a playful manner. "Well if you must know. I have something planned for Ian, he just doesn't know it yet. As long as Brea sleeps for a whole two hours during her nap this afternoon there should be no complications."

"Lucy Harding are you going to seduce your husband?"

I smirk with a mischievous look, "maybe."

"You just gave birth! What happened to the six week rule?"

"Oh we aren't having sex, I know I can't. Besides, I am far too sore even if we were cleared for sex. I am simply going to show Ian how much I appreciate everything he's done for me during the pregnancy. There are some things I couldn't do to reward him while I was sporting a six month pregnant stomach."

"Ahhhh well I guess as Brea's Aunt it is my job to help you tire this little munchkin out to ensure she sleeps." We both laugh lightly.

Troian and Patrick have left about thirty minutes ago. They spent the morning here up until it was time for Brea's nap. Troian knew exactly what I had planned to take place during Brea's nap so she made sure to get Patrick out the door before he could try and find some reason to stay. I've already fed Brea and left Ian to change her diaper. He said he was going to go back downstairs after he laid her down in her crib. I know Brea went right to sleep because she was falling asleep as he was getting ready to lay her in the crib.

I scurry into our bedroom and head straight for the dresser where my lingerie is. I retrieve the red baby doll lingerie set Ian had found a couple months ago that I had never gotten to wear for him. I make sure to grab the heels as well and hurry off into the bathroom. I quickly strip out of my clothes and into the lingerie. I step into the red panties then pull the baby doll over my head. I smile softly to myself when looking in the mirror. I still have a good amount of the baby weight though my stomach is dramatically flatter than it had been, it is still slightly curved just not rounded anymore. The lingerie covers that up perfectly. Turning my back to lean against the countertop, I slip my right foot into the black thigh highs, then repeat the action for my left leg.

I touch up my hair which is curled into perfect ringlets and waves as well as my makeup. Picking up my phone off of the bathroom counter, I text Ian telling him to come up to our room. I slip my feet into the four inch high heeled stilettos prior to turning to take in my appearance in the full length mirror. I have to admit, I feel sexy. I haven't gotten to dress up for Ian like this in a while. When I hear Ian entering our room and calling out for me I apply a decent amount of red lipstick to my lips then pick up my phone. Glancing at myself in the mirror again I doubt check the lace tops of my thigh highs are even all around.

Strip down to your boxers and lay down on the center of the bed. Xoxo

I press my ear up against the door to hear him rustling around; doing as I said. I wait about thirty seconds then open the door and seductively strut out into the room. Ian groans loudly when his eyes land on me.

"Baby what are—."

"Shhh." I shake my head. "You sit back and enjoy. You've been waiting on me hand and foot these past several months and doing all sorts of things for me. I want to properly thank you for that."

"You know you don't have to thank me for that stuff, Luce."

I shake my head. "I do."

I seductively crawl up the bed and straddle his stomach. Cupping his face in my hands I bow my head down to kiss him deeply, very slowly, sensually. Our foreheads rest against each other while our eyes connect.

"Close your eyes," I whisper softly to him.

Ian does as I request without hesitation. I carefully lean over to his nightstand and silently pull open the drawer. My hands delicately remove the two pairs of handcuffs out of the wooden drawer. Ian and I have a tendency of occasionally tying each other up in bed. I always use the handcuffs on Ian whereas he actually ties my hands because my wrists are so small that he has to tighten them up a lot in order to prevent my wrists from slipping out when I tug on them. Then the after effect of him tightening the cuffs end up irritating my skin. Plus I love the feel of the silk cloth on my skin as I tug on it in pleasurable orgasmic bliss.

Upon hearing the sound and feeling the metal against his right wrist when I fasten one of the cuffs to him, Ian smirks. He doesn't say anything, nor does he open his eyes, instead he remains silent only smirking in satisfaction. Once I have both pairs hooked to each of his wrists I push up on my knees to clasp his handcuffs to our headboard, the lace of the lingerie brushes across his face as I hook the handcuffs.

Resting back on my heels I run my hands down his bare chest. "Open your eyes."

Ian playfully growls taking in the sight and situation. He pulls on the handcuff lightly to ensure they are fastened completely.

"This is a thank you for everything you have done for me and Brea. Plus, I do owe you your birthday lap dance since I was too pregnant to give you your present at that time." Every year for Ian's birthday I have given him a sexy lap dance. This however is the first time I have handcuffed him to the bed when giving it to him. "All you have to do is sit back and enjoy."

Ian's POV

I am in complete awe of my wife. I have no idea how much time has passed because my eyes are glued to my sexy wife rather than the clock on the bedside table. Lucy has given me an eye full so far. She has been grinding and rubbing her body against mine. Her hips have been rotating round and round on my hard erection. Every time I thrust my hips up into hers she moans loudly. Her lap dances are always heaven.

"Lucyyyyy." I moan loudly at the sight of Lucy rubbing her hands up her body to grope her breasts. Her hips go round and round on my erection.

Lucy leans forward to crush her chest into mine. Her hands support her to the sides of my head on the mattress. She crashes her lips to mine in a hungry kiss. My tongue thrusts into her mouth desperate for some form of dominance since she currently holds all the power. Lucy nips at my bottom lip playfully. I grunt when she thrusts her tongue into my mouth once more while simultaneously thrusting her hips into mine.

Good god what I would give to be inside her right now.

Lucy ends up winning our little game of tonsil hockey. Her lips leave mine, much to my dismay, to travel down my neck. I am soon grinning when Lucy's lips latch onto my neck. I feel her teeth playfully nipping at the flesh. She loves making hickeys on my skin, almost as much as I love giving them to her. Let's just say Lucy has become a master at covering up her hickeys with makeup. Though, when she doesn't have anywhere to go I prefer her not to cover them up because it's sexy to me.

I throw my head back into the pillows the second I feel Lucy's delicate hand drift into the front of my boxers. Her fingers wrap around my member and begin slowly stroking me. Lucy's lips suck harder on my neck while her fingers keep up their slow caresses.

After leaving a large love bite on my neck, Lucy slides her body down mine until she is sitting on my thighs.

"I think it's time these leave, don't you?" She muses rhetorically.

Without an ounce of hesitation Lucy removes my boxers and tosses them to the floor. Lucy bites her bottom lip seductively. Lucy shifts her body to have her back facing me while straddling my torso. She glides her body back and laying against my body so her face is level with my penis and her glorious ass is only three inches from my eyes. She is intentionally doing this to tease me even more than she has already. Lucy knows full well just how much I love her perfect ass.

I groan in pleasure yet again at the feeling of Lucy's mouth encasing my penis. She runs her tongue along the head multiple times before slowly descending it into her mouth taking every single inch. Lucy continues to rock her hips against my chest pushing herself closer and closer to my face.

Lucy knows just how to work my member when she is giving me head. Between the feeling of her mouth and surrounding my member on top of the marvelous view I have right now I am about to explode. And those heels. Good god those fucking sexy heels she is wearing!

"Baby I am going to come!" I shout while tugging aggressively against the handcuffs.

Lucy bobs her head up and down faster and sucks even harder. Lucy moans pleasantly upon my coming in her mouth. After swallowing it all, Lucy abruptly shifts her body once more. This time she settles herself between my legs looking up at me. Her mouth seeks my member once again to make me come again. Lucy always knows how to get two releases out of me sometimes.

"Again," Lucy mumbles.

Her highly skilled right hand massages and fondles my balls as her mouth deals a great amount of attention to the head of my penis. Lucy's left hand runs her nails rhythmically along my thigh knowing it is a weak point for me. I know I am done for the second those doe eyes flutter up to meet mine. I shout her name in a brutal grunt as I come again for her.

Lucy grins happily. After cleaning me up I watch as she licks her lips in delight. Lucy shuffles up the bed to straddle my waist once more. Running her hands down my chest she smiles at me to which I grin right back. My wife is truly amazing. I couldn't ask for a better woman in my life.

"Thank you for everything baby. Happy belated birthday."

"You don't know just how much I want to roll you over on your back and send you into an orgasmic state of oblivion."

Lucy laughs and nods her head. "In a few weeks you'll be able to do anything you'd like once I'm cleared."

"Well since I can't do that right now can you release me so I can at least cuddle with my beautiful wife?"

"Of course."

Lucy leans over to the nightstand drawer, pulls it open and grabs the key to the handcuffs. Lucy fumbles with them a few times and pouts in confusion.

"What's wrong?" I ask her after taking in her adorable pouty face.

"They won't unlock."

My face drops. "What?"

"I'm serious, the key won't unlock either of them!" Lucy panics.

I tug on them roughly only to be reminded they are fastened tight.

"Those are the right keys aren't they? Try the other pair."

Lucy's face pails and she avoids eye contact with me.

"Lucy… What is it? Try the other key."

"Umm well they aren't in here actually." When I ask her what she means she continues. "When I decided to go this for you I threw away the broken pair since we don't need them anymore. I thought I had thrown away the right key but there is a chance I might not have."

"Lucy! How could you have switched them? Didn't you check them first?"

"Yes of course I checked them! I heard you coming upstairs so I tossed them back in the drawer so you wouldn't see them and know what I was planning. After you left the room I grabbed the broken handcuffs and the key, which I must have switched in the rush, and then threw them away."

"Well how the hell do we unlock them?"

Lucy and I try to push back our panic and think logically what we can use.

"Oh I know! Where did you put the bobby pins I asked you to get when you went to the store?"

I silently curse to myself and clench my eyes shut. "I forgot to get them. Don't you have at least one here?" Lucy always has them all over the house.

"I don't have any! That's why I asked you to get some," Lucy shrieks. "Okay I'll just get dressed and run to the store to get some. It'll be fine."

I watch as she gets up from the bed and hurries to the closet. Lucy kicks off the heels, pulls on some jeans—over the thigh highs—she tucks her baby doll into the top of the jeans then pulls a shirt on over it. She slips her feet back into the heels and comes to kiss me.

"I'll be right back!"

About fifteen to twenty minutes pass and all of a sudden Lucy enters the room again. There is no possible way she has already gone to the store and returned.

"You haven't left yet?" I ask incredulously.

"I had to get Brea ready. After I dressed her I realized her diaper was dirty so then I undressed her, changed her diaper, and then redressed her. We're going now." Lucy presses a quick kiss to my lips and rushes out of the room.

After what felt like a true eternity, Lucy returns. She laid Brea back down hoping to not disrupt her nap any more than we already have. Lucy tosses the target bag on the bed whilst she strips off her clothes. She resumes her place on top of me as she takes one of the bobby pins and jiggles it around in the hole in hopes of picking it. After a couple tries Lucy manages to free my right hand then repeats the same action for my left.

"I'm sorry this didn't turn out like I had planned." Lucy frowns sadly.

I scoot up in the bed to prop myself up in a sitting position. My hands rest on her lower waist. "Lucy this surprise was perfect. So what we don't have the key to the handcuffs? You still gave me quite the sight and experience. I love you Lucy and some miniscule set back isn't going to make me mad or hate what you did for me. I am grateful I have such an astonishing, sexy wife who would do this for me."

I withdraw my right hand from her waist and bring it up to cup her cheek. I kiss my wife leisurely.

"I love you." Lucy whispers, bowing her head to cover her blush.

"I love you, too."

I pull Lucy down for us to shift on the bed and have her snuggle into my side. Our bodies tangle together as I hold her close. My hands caress her bicep soothingly.

"Have you heard from Mr. Campbell about getting the script?" Lucy speaks up after a few minutes.

"Yeah he called earlier while I was out with Patrick. He wants to meet up with me today to get me the script."

"Well why don't you go meet with him and go get it? It's almost three now."

"I'll call him back in a little bit. Right now I am enjoying a peaceful moment with my wife." Lucy nudges her head farther in the crook of my neck and I press a kiss to her forehead.

"So what did Patrick want to talk to you about?"

I sigh and think back to my conversation with Patrick when he asked if we could leave the house for some privacy.

"He told me he's afraid Troian is going to bring up the topic of babies now that we have Brea. He says she's been dropping subtle hints lately and he's worried about taking that step."

Lucy's fingers that had been tracing along my bare chest flatten thus bringing her palm to slide along my bare skin.

Lucy and I remain in our comfortable bliss until Brea wakes from her nap. I meet up with Mr. Campbell to gather the script and talk to him a bit more about the part per Lucy's request. All in all it was a pretty great day.

Is anyone else in overdrive from all the Lucian we have gotten over the past few days? Especially on Tuesday. Between them sharing a water bottle during the table read, Lucy calling Ian a jackass—playfully of course—, Lucy literally spanking Ian's ass on the red carpet, the photographers referring to them as "Lucian", and them appearing like an all around married couple, I think we're all about to die from feels.

Writing has been going very well. I just finished chapter 33 last night and I'm excited for you all to read that chapter.

A lot of you have asked me if I will write a one shot for Lucian at Paley Fest and some from Tuesday's events. If you follow me on twitter then you all know I have a plethora ideas and a million different one shots I could write about both events, however, I'm sorry I decided last night not to write any. I really want to focus on Conquering Life since I don't have much time to write as it is I really want to focus on this story and stay ahead of the chapters for you guys. As many of you know, this is my final story so I'm working to complete it.

To the story request review I got the other day: Don't worry about it! That was not rude at all! I really have been debating writing a few one shots about what all has happened with Lucian and Ezria these past few days. If you have a twitter account you guys can always reach me on EzriaLover4Ever if not you can always leave questions in a review and I will always try my hardest to remember and respond to them in the following chapter! :)

I am still astounded I have 800 reviews for 28 chapters. That is surreal. Not to mention a lot for it being a Lucian story! Thank you once again for all of my dedicated readers who have stuck with me, defended me, and have always been incredibly sweet to me. You know I love you all to death!

Soooo thoughts about the handcuff scene and Lucy accidently throwing away the wrong key? I think we all can picture this happening to them in real life given the situation were to arise. ;)

Alright let's go with 830 reviews and I'll post next Friday! :)