looking forward to a little afternoon delight (fic request for watchmakersboy)
(another bedtime story for
watchmakersboy mun, hehe. <3)
Claire sighed softly as she shut the door behind her, glancing at the baby monitor in her hand as she made sure that the volume was turned up in case she needed to hear a cry that alerted her that her youngest child was awake. She paused at the room just down the hall, peeking in to look at the little form curled up in the middle of his race car bed and she had to smile just a bit more before starting to the stairs. The house was quiet finally, except for the music playing softly from the television as she had changed the channels to one of the music channels that she liked to listen to when she was cleaning or getting the kids to bed.
She was just walking into the kitchen to clean up from lunch when she heard the front door open and close, causing her to blink as she thought that she had locked the door after Gabriel had gone to work. She turned around, frowning a bit as she looked through the house to the front door but she didn't see anyone. "Hello?" She called out softly, not wanting to wake up the kids upstairs as she moved forward slowly. "Molly, is that you?" There was no way her stepdaughter should be home, she was at school unless she was coming home sick.
Another minute and then two passed but there was still no response or sign of anyone. Had she simply imagined it?
She frowned a little more at the door, moving closer and she could see that the door was locked. Blowing out a small breath, she shook her head at herself as she turned around and started to the kitchen once more. "Losing your mind, Claire." She muttered to herself as she pushed some hair back from her face and moved to the island. She was just passing the small hall to the side door and laundry room when the hand curled around her wrist, causing her to gasp as she was yanked sideways. She stumbled, barely having time to catch herself before she was pushed back against the door to the pantry and a mouth was on her own.
Her hands pushed at the chest even as she recognized the kiss, the man behind it. He pulled back, allowing her to capture her breath before she hit his shoulder, earning a laugh from him. "Ow, what was that for?"
"Damnit, Gabriel, you scared the shit out of me!" Claire glared hard at her husband as she watched his dark eyes twinkle behind his glasses.
"Did I? Oops." He murmured before bending his head down, causing her breath to catch as he found the spot that always made her react, his teeth grazing over the skin and tugging as she arched closer a little.
"Baby." She was breathless, "What's gotten into you?"
"Are the kids in bed?" He asked, his mouth sliding firmly up to the spot behind her ear before brushing over her ear.
"Yes, I just got them down for their naps." The muscles of her stomach tightened as his hands slid under her shirt, caressing her sides which made her giggle a bit though the noise turned to a moan as he moved his hands up to cup her breasts. The whole world faded a little as she arched into his touch while his thumbs swirled around her nipples, knowing exactly what it took to get her blood hot and her body ready.
"Molly is at school too, right?" He was nibbling across her jaw, inching closer to her mouth.
"Y-yes." She turned her head a little, seeking out his mouth before suddenly she pulled back to look at him, "Did you come home early for a booty call?"
Gabriel had the good graces to look a little sheepish even as he chuckled a bit, shrugging as he moved his hands around behind her, urging her to arch a bit as he found the clasp of her bra to get it undone. "Maybe?" He smiled a little, "But we did get interrupted last night." There was a faint whine to his tone now before he leaned down, pecking her mouth softly.
Claire had to laugh softly because at one time she could barely get him to follow through on his moves and now, here he was, pinning her to the wall as he sought to undress her. Not that she minded, her blood was humming with the need that had been paused the night before when their son had come into their room and then their youngest child started to cry in her crib. That was the reality of their life though, they didn't get much time to be alone with three kids running around.
"Well then, guess I can't complain." She chuckled, catching his chin between her finger and thumb, tugging him down for a sweet kiss before she moved her hands down between them. Her fingers brushed against him, teasing the arousal barely restrained by the material of his slacks. With self assured and nimble fingers, she undid his pants, causing him to gasp now as she reached a hand in. She curled her fingers around him, skin to skin, as she freed him. Then she made the gasp little whimpers as she started to stroke him, swallowing the noises that she made him as the kiss grew more shallow because he was pulling back to try and catch the breath that she was stealing.
He was glad for the fact that she wore skirts some days, he wasn't sure how much longer he could hold back as he started to push at her skirt but she slapped at his hands. "No no, laundry room." She gasped, nearly trembling as she wanted him just as bad but the last thing they needed was to be caught by Noah or even a possibly early Molly.
They stumbled down the hall, or well she moved easily and he stumbled because of his pants around his knees though he tried to hold them up a little. That idea was quickly forgotten as he pulled the door shut, barely having time to lock it before she was back in his arms, her own around his neck as she kissed him more desperately now. Her tongue wrapped around and teased his, drawing his forward a bit as she sucked on the muscle a little and moaned as he pushed against her. He braced her against the washing machine, barely giving her time as he tugged aside the material of her panties and pushed inside of her as her legs wrapped around him.
Claire hadn't really thought that you could make a washing machine rock but they did a little as she held to him, groans pushing out of her as he set a steady and strong rhythm. Her hands pressed to his back, pulling at his shirt as she tried to find the proper hold while rolling and rocking her hips down against his to meet his thrusts. She had to stop kissing him as she tilted her head back, holding on as he buried his face in her neck and moaned every time he filled her to the hilt.
When she found her release, she had to bite his shoulder to stop the loud cry that threatened to burst free but became a muffled sound against him as she left traces of lipstick on the material. It was only a couple more thrusts before he let out a low groan, his hips jerking with uneven thrusts as he found his release inside of her.
She held him still, panting as he listened to his ragged breathing against her skin, dampening it as a few curls were now sticking the back of her neck and her forehead. When he lifted his head, he fumbled for a kiss but it was sweet just as always; another thing that she found endearing about him. When he slid free, she whimpered even while swinging her feet down to the ground and trying to strengthen her knees as she felt the bruising on the small of her back fade. She chuckled as she straightened her clothes a bit, shivering as her body was still singing but now she could enjoy the afterglow. Then she looked at her husband, watching him do up his pants before she noticed the mark on his shirt. "Take off your shirt." She motioned at him.
"Claire, I'm going to need a few minutes if you want to go at it again." Gabriel looked at her, groaning a little.
"Okay, Mr. Horn-dog, I actually just need your shirt because I got some lipstick on your shoulder." She laughed, rolling her eyes as she pushed at his shoulder a bit.
He noticed the mark, blushing a bit even as he smirked, "I think you can even see the teeth marks." He winked, unbuttoning his shirt before handing it over.
Claire chuckled, taking the shirt before turning around to lay it on top of the washing machine. She reached for the stain remover, preparing to fix the stain as they heard Molly calling out that she was home. "Snacks are in the fridge." She looked at Gabriel, smirking a little.
"Thanks baby." He bend his head down, kissing the side of her neck before laying a sound slap against her backside before moving away with a laugh. Then he paused, "Uh, I need a shirt."
"Like she hasn't seen you shirtless before, Gabriel." Claire smirked before she pointed, "My robe is right there." She had brought it down to be washed.
He looked over at her robe, hesitating before he grumbled and moved to put it on quickly. As he walked out, Claire was chuckling to herself, highly amused at the sight of her husband in her pink satin robe that barely reached his thighs. She turned back to the shirt as she started humming to herself while fixing the robe, listening to Molly laugh as she spotted her dad.
He wasn't going to live that one down.
watchmakersboy mun, hehe. <3)
Claire sighed softly as she shut the door behind her, glancing at the baby monitor in her hand as she made sure that the volume was turned up in case she needed to hear a cry that alerted her that her youngest child was awake. She paused at the room just down the hall, peeking in to look at the little form curled up in the middle of his race car bed and she had to smile just a bit more before starting to the stairs. The house was quiet finally, except for the music playing softly from the television as she had changed the channels to one of the music channels that she liked to listen to when she was cleaning or getting the kids to bed.
She was just walking into the kitchen to clean up from lunch when she heard the front door open and close, causing her to blink as she thought that she had locked the door after Gabriel had gone to work. She turned around, frowning a bit as she looked through the house to the front door but she didn't see anyone. "Hello?" She called out softly, not wanting to wake up the kids upstairs as she moved forward slowly. "Molly, is that you?" There was no way her stepdaughter should be home, she was at school unless she was coming home sick.
Another minute and then two passed but there was still no response or sign of anyone. Had she simply imagined it?
She frowned a little more at the door, moving closer and she could see that the door was locked. Blowing out a small breath, she shook her head at herself as she turned around and started to the kitchen once more. "Losing your mind, Claire." She muttered to herself as she pushed some hair back from her face and moved to the island. She was just passing the small hall to the side door and laundry room when the hand curled around her wrist, causing her to gasp as she was yanked sideways. She stumbled, barely having time to catch herself before she was pushed back against the door to the pantry and a mouth was on her own.
Her hands pushed at the chest even as she recognized the kiss, the man behind it. He pulled back, allowing her to capture her breath before she hit his shoulder, earning a laugh from him. "Ow, what was that for?"
"Damnit, Gabriel, you scared the shit out of me!" Claire glared hard at her husband as she watched his dark eyes twinkle behind his glasses.
"Did I? Oops." He murmured before bending his head down, causing her breath to catch as he found the spot that always made her react, his teeth grazing over the skin and tugging as she arched closer a little.
"Baby." She was breathless, "What's gotten into you?"
"Are the kids in bed?" He asked, his mouth sliding firmly up to the spot behind her ear before brushing over her ear.
"Yes, I just got them down for their naps." The muscles of her stomach tightened as his hands slid under her shirt, caressing her sides which made her giggle a bit though the noise turned to a moan as he moved his hands up to cup her breasts. The whole world faded a little as she arched into his touch while his thumbs swirled around her nipples, knowing exactly what it took to get her blood hot and her body ready.
"Molly is at school too, right?" He was nibbling across her jaw, inching closer to her mouth.
"Y-yes." She turned her head a little, seeking out his mouth before suddenly she pulled back to look at him, "Did you come home early for a booty call?"
Gabriel had the good graces to look a little sheepish even as he chuckled a bit, shrugging as he moved his hands around behind her, urging her to arch a bit as he found the clasp of her bra to get it undone. "Maybe?" He smiled a little, "But we did get interrupted last night." There was a faint whine to his tone now before he leaned down, pecking her mouth softly.
Claire had to laugh softly because at one time she could barely get him to follow through on his moves and now, here he was, pinning her to the wall as he sought to undress her. Not that she minded, her blood was humming with the need that had been paused the night before when their son had come into their room and then their youngest child started to cry in her crib. That was the reality of their life though, they didn't get much time to be alone with three kids running around.
"Well then, guess I can't complain." She chuckled, catching his chin between her finger and thumb, tugging him down for a sweet kiss before she moved her hands down between them. Her fingers brushed against him, teasing the arousal barely restrained by the material of his slacks. With self assured and nimble fingers, she undid his pants, causing him to gasp now as she reached a hand in. She curled her fingers around him, skin to skin, as she freed him. Then she made the gasp little whimpers as she started to stroke him, swallowing the noises that she made him as the kiss grew more shallow because he was pulling back to try and catch the breath that she was stealing.
He was glad for the fact that she wore skirts some days, he wasn't sure how much longer he could hold back as he started to push at her skirt but she slapped at his hands. "No no, laundry room." She gasped, nearly trembling as she wanted him just as bad but the last thing they needed was to be caught by Noah or even a possibly early Molly.
They stumbled down the hall, or well she moved easily and he stumbled because of his pants around his knees though he tried to hold them up a little. That idea was quickly forgotten as he pulled the door shut, barely having time to lock it before she was back in his arms, her own around his neck as she kissed him more desperately now. Her tongue wrapped around and teased his, drawing his forward a bit as she sucked on the muscle a little and moaned as he pushed against her. He braced her against the washing machine, barely giving her time as he tugged aside the material of her panties and pushed inside of her as her legs wrapped around him.
Claire hadn't really thought that you could make a washing machine rock but they did a little as she held to him, groans pushing out of her as he set a steady and strong rhythm. Her hands pressed to his back, pulling at his shirt as she tried to find the proper hold while rolling and rocking her hips down against his to meet his thrusts. She had to stop kissing him as she tilted her head back, holding on as he buried his face in her neck and moaned every time he filled her to the hilt.
When she found her release, she had to bite his shoulder to stop the loud cry that threatened to burst free but became a muffled sound against him as she left traces of lipstick on the material. It was only a couple more thrusts before he let out a low groan, his hips jerking with uneven thrusts as he found his release inside of her.
She held him still, panting as he listened to his ragged breathing against her skin, dampening it as a few curls were now sticking the back of her neck and her forehead. When he lifted his head, he fumbled for a kiss but it was sweet just as always; another thing that she found endearing about him. When he slid free, she whimpered even while swinging her feet down to the ground and trying to strengthen her knees as she felt the bruising on the small of her back fade. She chuckled as she straightened her clothes a bit, shivering as her body was still singing but now she could enjoy the afterglow. Then she looked at her husband, watching him do up his pants before she noticed the mark on his shirt. "Take off your shirt." She motioned at him.
"Claire, I'm going to need a few minutes if you want to go at it again." Gabriel looked at her, groaning a little.
"Okay, Mr. Horn-dog, I actually just need your shirt because I got some lipstick on your shoulder." She laughed, rolling her eyes as she pushed at his shoulder a bit.
He noticed the mark, blushing a bit even as he smirked, "I think you can even see the teeth marks." He winked, unbuttoning his shirt before handing it over.
Claire chuckled, taking the shirt before turning around to lay it on top of the washing machine. She reached for the stain remover, preparing to fix the stain as they heard Molly calling out that she was home. "Snacks are in the fridge." She looked at Gabriel, smirking a little.
"Thanks baby." He bend his head down, kissing the side of her neck before laying a sound slap against her backside before moving away with a laugh. Then he paused, "Uh, I need a shirt."
"Like she hasn't seen you shirtless before, Gabriel." Claire smirked before she pointed, "My robe is right there." She had brought it down to be washed.
He looked over at her robe, hesitating before he grumbled and moved to put it on quickly. As he walked out, Claire was chuckling to herself, highly amused at the sight of her husband in her pink satin robe that barely reached his thighs. She turned back to the shirt as she started humming to herself while fixing the robe, listening to Molly laugh as she spotted her dad.
He wasn't going to live that one down.