My Wife, a missing moment fic by mmmuses, part 4
The eye is much better (was concerned it was pink eye, but hallelujah! I dodged that bullet) and finished this…I borrowed one of my favourite lines from The Black Moon, pg 512, Kindle Edition because…well, I suppose I’m choosing to think it was what they were trying to convey in the adaptation. Yes it is, dammit. Anyhow, I hope you like it, my friends!
The second boot slid from his hands, hitting the floor with a thud. He sensed the urgency in Demelza’s voice, the silken touch of her finger that raised the hair at his nape and down his arms. The arousal that had retreated surged back with an intensity bordering upon pain. He turned, licking his lips in response to the heat blazing in her eyes. He leant close, taking her mouth with his, hungrily, roughly. The button on his left cuff pinged its way across the floor as he broke free from her for an instant, whipping his shirt overhead. Her nails scored his chest, threading through the swirling hair to find his nipples. “Judas,” his breath hissed from between his lips at her light pinch. “Need you so.”
“As I do you.” She kissed him again, her teeth nipping his bottom lip. Ross’s fingers scrabbled for the buttons of his breeches, shoving them down his thighs as he stood, twisting to burrow under the bedclothes. Her hand closed over his cock, making him groan aloud. “Ross,” she breathed, her lips finding his nipple while she stroked him.
“Can’t, love, please,” he moaned, his hands reaching for her night rail. “Let me see you.” She released him, nodding apprehensively he knew for she could never understand why he found her so desirable when she was with child. He drank in her beauty as the fabric inched its way up her long, shapely legs, the dark russet fleece at the apex of her thighs, the scent of her arousal strong, igniting his need for her ten fold. He slipped his hand along her hip to her waist as she drew the garment the rest of the way over her body until it joined his shirt at the foot of their bed. “Oh, my God.”
He wanted to run his tongue along the blue veins tracing their way along her full breasts. Her nipples made him mad with desire, had done from the first time he’d seen them, tasted and teased them when she’d come to him in that blue gown. There was something about how they felt and tasted now, as they had each time she’d carried their child, deep rose and so sensitive, as they were now. Her fingers slid through his hair as she drew him down into the feather ticking, and he closed his eyes. I want her, not any other, not the most beautiful eighteen-year-old damsel born out of a sea-shell, not the most seductive houri of any sultan’s harem; I want her with her familiar gestures and her shining smile and her scarred knees, and I know she wants me in just that same way, and if there’s any happiness more complete than this I don’t know it and am not sure I even want it. So you’ve been away and risked your life, you damned fool, and this is your undeserved reward.
“Demelza,” he murmured against her flesh. He lifted his head, meeting eyes that blazed with heat at the mere utterance of the word. “Please.” She nodded frantically, shifting onto her side, reaching behind to pull him close. He slid inside her wet heat, the friction causing them both of groan, she into the pillow and he into the curve of her neck, matching him stroke for stroke. His hand caressed the swell of her belly, his index finger circling her distended navel before slipping between her legs to her bud, slick and turgid against his touch. She growled low in her throat, words of love and desire all but sung as she trembled against him.
“I l-love you,” she stuttered, turning her head, seeking his mouth as her climax seized her, showering his cock with her dew as he groaned her name against her lips as he followed her in ecstasy.
Several moments had passed before she shifted, breaking the tenuous connection they’d held. “I must,” she sighed when Ross protested and reached for her night rail. “Just in case Jeremy should come in.”
Ross opened one eye, grinning as his wife settled against the pillows once more. “If he does, the mongrel will have to go.”
He wrapped her in his embrace, his hand resting on the mound of their child atop the bedclothes, pressing nuzzling kisses along her neck and jaw. “No doubt you were plagued by French beauties.”
Ross looked at her in surprise. She smiled, earthy temptress that she was, this woman who could stop his heart with a glance. “No doubt I was,” he drawled, nibbling her skin, tasting the salt from their lovemaking.
“And no doubt you availed yourself,” she challenged, lifting her chin to bring her lips just out of his reach.
“No doubt I did,” he said, chuckling, his mind a whirl over this new, teasing banter she’d adopted. So much change, so much healing over the past few months. He arched a brow, leaning closer. “For I have no beauty at home to compare.” He laughed once again, kissing her. “Have I?”
His mouth claimed hers as her arms drew him down once more. If there’s any happiness more complete than this, I don’t know it and am not sure I even want it.
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