Author note:

A little bit of racy fluff that was rattling around inside my brain. Please leave a review if you enjoyed.

CH 15-Hall Pass

Days were busy in the Spenser household, and weekends were no exception. This Saturday featured two soccer games going on at the same time. Thank goodness the fields were at the same complex; they weren't always that lucky. Clay and Emma supported the kids' activities wholeheartedly. In fact, he would have loved to have coached one of the teams, but the unreliability of his schedule didn't allow for that. He did work with them when he could. Setting up a small goal in the back yard and teaching them some skills. He'd learned to play after going to live with his Grandparents in Liberia. They had played in the dirt with an old, patched-up ball. It was one of the activities that almost all the kids at the mission had taken part in.

After his morning shower, he descended the stairs, and found Emma in the kitchen, scrambling some eggs. He started to set the table and pour the juice and milk. As Emma put the eggs and sausage on the table AJ slid into his seat.

"Good morning son."

"Morning Daddy."

Before either one of them could wonder about Quinn, she tumbled down the stairs, sat her athletic bag next to the couch, and joined them at the table.

"Good morning," she piped up cheerfully.

Emma reached over his shoulder to set a cup of coffee by his plate and then took her own seat.

"Thanks babe," he leaned to kiss her cheek.

The table was silent for a moment as everyone concentrated on their food.

"You guys ready for your games today?"

AJ just nodded and continued eating, but Quinn answered right away.

"Uh huh. Coach said I might get to start today."

"That's great honey. I'm really proud of you," Clay answered.

Quinn beamed at his praise. She started to chatter on about the game until Emma interrupted.

"Quinn, you need to finish your breakfast. We have to leave in 20 minutes and you still need to help me with the team snack, okay?"

They finished their meal and cleared the table. Clay went with AJ upstairs to get his bag ready. Being in first grade the boy still needed some guidance to make sure he had everything. Quinn helped her mother gather the apple-sauce pouches and drinks for the team and put them in a tote by the door.

Emma was filling up their water bottles when the guys came back down, and Clay started to load everything into the car.

"We ready to go," he asked as he came back inside.

"I need help with my hair," Quinn stated.

They both looked at their daughter fumbling with her brush to get her unruly curls into a ponytail. Emma was still busy, so Clay stepped in.

"Come here honey."

She handed him the brush and hair tie and stood in front of him. He worked the bristles through her curls gently and then twisted the elastic into place to hold her hair back.

"Thanks Daddy."

"Sure thing. Now let's get going."

Quinn grabbed her bag and all of them were out the door. The arrived at the fields and piled out of the car. Clay grabbed the large tote full of snacks for Quinn's team and Emma handed AJ and Quinn their bags from the trunk.

"Okay," Emma scanned down the team schedules she had in her hand. "Quinn's game is on field 12 starting at 10:00 and AJ's is on field 3 starting at 10:30."

They headed toward the field to find Quinn's team. When they arrived, Quinn split off and went to gather with the rest of her team doing stretches. Emma, Clay, and AJ found seats on the bleachers and greeted the rest of the families.

The game started on time and Quinn was on the field as a Striker. For a team of third and fourth graders, they did pretty well. Soon Quinn was on a break away with a shot on goal. It was a good attempt, but the goalie managed to deflect it at the last second. Now Clay couldn't keep seated, he got up and started pacing the sidelines, cheering Quinn on. Emma smiled at his enthusiasm and took a few pictures of his wild gesturing.

At about 10:20 she got up with AJ and gathered his things to get him over to the field where his game was about to kick-off. They walked up behind Clay and she got his attention.

"It's time for AJ's game so we're headed over. Do you want to stay here with Quinn, and I'll watch his game?"

"Sure. That alright with you buddy," he asked the boy. "I can come over at half-time and check in, okay?"

AJ agreed and the two set off as Clay focused his attention back on the game in front of him. Right as he turned, Quinn made a beautiful pass to her teammate that ended in a goal. Everyone cheered, as they were now up 1-0. Clay whistled and clapped for his girl.

"Way to go Quinnie! Way to go!"

After that, the coach switched up some of the players to give others some playing time, and Quinn ended up on the bench. The players sat right in front of the bleachers and could hear some of comments from the spectators. When Quinn heard someone mention her dad, her ears perked up. She turned slightly and saw a few of the moms looking her dad's direction. She couldn't make out the whole conversation, and what she did hear didn't make any sense to the eight-and-a-half-year-old.

The game broke for half-time and Quinn handed out the water bottles and fruit squeezes to her team as they rested and listened to the coach. Clay walked over to AJ's game and checked in with Emma. Their son hadn't played yet but was expected to go in soon. Since she was able to make it to more of their games, and had seen them both play multiple times, Emma offered to let her husband stay and watch AJ while she went back to cheer on Quinn.

The second half of Quinn's game was uneventful and ended with her team victorious. Emma waited on her daughter to get her things and they went over to watch the rest of AJ's game. The team of first and second graders weren't quite as lucky, and ended up losing their contest, 3-1. AJ was understandably let down at the loss. But Clay was still proud of his boy and made sure he knew it, scooping him up and carrying him back to the car on his shoulders.

They got loaded back into the car and started for home. Consulting Emma before making a decision, Clay stopped at their favorite pizza place for lunch. The kids cheered from their place in the back seat. The family went in and found a table. Everything was fine until a small skirmish broke out over the pizza toppings. Quinn wanted pepperoni and AJ, plain cheese. When Quinn called her brother a baby and told him he could just pick off the unwanted topping, Clay intervened.

"Quinn, no name-calling."

She crossed her arms and huffed. "Yes sir."

"We can do a large with pepperoni and AJ, you can get your own with just cheese, okay?'

The waitress took their order and then dropped off their drinks and some breadsticks. Quinn and AJ dove in and both adults were thankful for the momentary respite and relative silence.

Their meal arrived promptly, and they dug into the fresh pie. When out of no where Quinn threw out a question that had Clay choking on his slice of pizza.

"What's a DILF?"

Her parents' eyes swung to her face in disbelief. Quinn's innocent expression met their gaze. Emma's mouth still hung open so when he had himself under control, Clay questioned her.

"What…where did you hear that?"

"I heard Ms. Lewis and Mrs. Stein talking during the game."

Emma nodded for her to go on.

"Ms. Lewis said dad was a D-I-L-F. Is that something with your job? I thought you were a SEAL."

"I…I am, that's not…it doesn't," he sputtered, looking to Emma for help.

Emma found her voice and was able to formulate a response.

"Quinn, that's a silly word that some grown-ups use. It's really not appropriate for someone your age and I'm sorry you had to hear it."

"Inappropriate…like when Daddy dropped the weights on his foot and yelled, 'SH-'."

"Quinn," Clay stopped her and pinned her with a look.

"Sorry," she shrugged with a grin on her face.

"It's not really a curse word. Just not something that you should repeat."

Since Quinn had brough it up, Emma was curious as to what else had been said.

"Did Ms. Lewis say anything else?"

The girl shook her head and they started to sigh in relief as she spoke again.

"No, but then Mrs. Stein said something about school."

"School?"

"Yea. She said she wished she could get a hall pass."

Emma looked at Clay and he was red up to his ears. They dropped the line of questioning and finished the meal in silence.

The remainder of the day passed with household chores and homework. They were both tired from their busy day, so Clay and Emma retired not long after the kids were asleep. When she exited the bathroom, he was sitting in bed, shirtless, reading a book. She sat down on her side of the bed and started to smooth lotion onto her legs. The motion got Clay's attention and he noticed that she was wearing one of his t-shirts to sleep in. It always did something to him to see her in his clothes. He could tell that she was thinking about something by the far away look on her face.

He sat his book down on the nightstand and slid over towards her, placing a small kiss on her neck, just behind her ear.

"Wanna tell me what you're thinking about?"

She replaced the cap on the lotion, sat it down, and turned to face him.

"I was just thinking about what Quinn overheard today."

"Yea. It's a little crazy and embarrassing."

Emma could see him flush a little and she wanted to have some fun. She drew her fingers slowly down his chest, bit her lip and then looked up at him through her lashes.

"They do have excellent taste though."

He caught on to her game and rolled them until she was laying stretched on top of him.

"So, you don't want a 'hall pass'," he asked before claiming her lips in a hungry kiss.

Sliding down to tease his nipples with her tongue she answered as his breathing grew more labored.

"Nope. You are definitely the only Dad I'd like to f-"

He didn't let her finish but pulled her up to him and whipped his shirt off her. She wanted to taunt him just a little more. As she rotated her hips on top of the bulge in his boxer briefs, she asked one, final question.

"How about you, hmmm? Any need for a 'hall-pass'?"

He licked his lips and answered as he fondled her breasts.

"None," he said emphatically. He smirked and continued. "You might have to send me to detention after this though, Mrs. Spenser."

"Maybe you can earn some extra credit."

Growling low in his throat he rolled her under his body and decided to try for an 'A-plus'.