Date Night 1/1
"Honey, get the door!"
"I'm trying to get her out of the bath!"
"Ah," you sighed, wiping your brow as your rinsed off another dish, "alright fine!"
You shook the water off your gloved and turned off the faucet.
"Coming!"
Your apron was still on as you threw the gloves aside on the counter. The bell rang a few more times before you opened up.
"Hi! I'm here to pick her up!"
"Yes of course, come on in."
You let her follow you through to the living room where toys were still strung about.
"She's just one kid but she can be a handful sometimes. Um, she's washing up now, but make sure you-"
"-I've watched her before. The girls'll have fun and we're just a block away. Stop worrying. You know you need this."
Her eyebrows raised and you looked at her, dumbfounded. You were about to say something in your defense, but your husband came down the hall, rubbing at your three-year-old daughter's damp hair.
"Oh hey. She's washed up and dressed, so..." he said, looking between the both of you. "...did I...miss something?"
"Oh Khun, of course not! We were just talking about how much fun the girls are going to have." The air was full of pauses. "So...I'm just gonna go."
She swooped the girl up and walked out of the house. Your husband looked back at you with a 'what was that about' look on his face, but you just smiled and went back to the dishes. He followed you into the kitchen, wiping at wet plates and putting them up.
It was quiet, but for the running water and chinking of dishes and glasses on other surfaces. The air was warm and you were tired from the day.
Date nights didn't happen often. You both worked and neighbors were always busy. It was a task finding a babysitter and when you couldn't find one, you ended up too tired to do anything. The two of you were almost at that point of fatigue now. ...almost.
"Our reservations are in about an hour," he said.
"Okay."
He was staring at the expanse of your neck, hair neatly put up for whatever restaurant you were heading to. A few wisps fell back on it, tickling at the skin there as you shifted. He slowed down his wiping as he watched you. You turned slightly, asking him what he was staring at, but his eyes gleamed as he said a simple 'nothing.' You kicked off your shoes, saying they were killing you. He stood even taller now, the cluster of hair your wrapped up wafting your shampoo toward him. He felt himself warming even further, his coat suffocating him.
"Um, do you feel a little hot in here?"
He took off his jacket and threw it on the couch.
"Honey...are we even going to go? I know you got reservations but seriously, we're getting to comfortable."
He walked back toward you and began rubbing your shoulders, hands grazing the neck he was staring at earlier.
"Hey, hey...we're suppose to relax. Like I said...we have an hour. It's only a...what...fifteen minute drive?"
Your shoulders softened as he kneaded at you softly. You suddenly felt a soft kiss land on the back of your neck. Another followed...and another.
"What are you doing?"
You felt terrible chiding him, but...you just didn't have time for this. You never had time for this, but...you just didn't have time again.
"Baby...come on stop. We'll be late. And I'll want to take another shower and-"
"Another shower could be fun..." he said.
He kept kissing around your throat as fingers took a clasp out of your hair, letting it fall down your shoulders. He set it on the counter next to you and your eyes went to it, angered.
"Oh come on, my hair!"
You hurriedly took off your gloves and rinsed your hands. Retrieving the clasp and placing it at the corner of your mouth, you grabbed at your hair to get it back up. Hands ran up your arms, halting the movement in your hair. He breathed in your perfume.
"Leave it alone," he commanded.
You melted into him and he turned you around, pressing you into counter. He kissed you. It felt like the third date, when you really started liking him. It felt like the time right before your first time. It felt wonderful and nostalgic and warm. His head dipped again to kiss at your neck as he attempted to unzip your dress.
"Not here Khun..."
He lifted you up on the counter as your hand reached back to brace itself. You hit the faucet handle, water rushing out in a steady stream. Your legs wrapped of their own accord.
"...I just cleaned up..."
Your hands grabbed at his head and pulled it back up so you could savor that familiar taste again.
"...living room maybe?"
He was already hard, and when you began grinding back on him, his head lifted and he swung you off the counter, rag left near a plate pulling along with the two of you and a couple of dishes. They crashed to the floor and you stopped. He still had a firm grip on you.
"The dishes! ...those were so expensive..."
He threw you on the couch and you sat up, but he just looked at the apron impeding the task at hand, quickly untying the back of it.
"...honey don't hurt yourself on the..."
"FUCK!"
"toys..."
His knee shifted as he threw the apron off, knee knocking with a Barbie doll. He grabbed the offending doll and tossed it behind him. He was unbuttoning his shirt at a hasty pace as you were breathing hard. You wanted this but...
"...we really need to pick up and go..."
He was back on you, unbuckling his pants and thrusting back at you. Your legs wrapped around him again.
"...bedroom then?"
"...dammit."
You couldn't tell if he was patient or horny. In the next moment, you thought the latter. He pulled you up again, fully shedding you of your dress and shoving your toward the bedroom. You undid your bra and he couldn't take it anymore.
"No. Here," he said.
He turned from the hallway and pushed you onto the first landing of the stair, throwing the bra he'd ripped off in some direction behind him. He wrenched your panties off and you rubbed at his chest. Finally unzipping his pants, he didn't waste time as he shoved into you.
It had been so long and you felt a little stretched...but it felt so good. You felt carpet rubbing at your back, and the position was awkward, but he set you up slightly. You pulled off his shirt and clung to his shoulders as he continued to ram into you. He began angling differently and one of your hands hit the wall. A picture fell down on one of the stairs. His head turned, but you used the other hand to force his head toward yours. You kissed him quickly.
"...oh god forget the damn picture! ...just fuck me...we'll clean later...just keeping fucking me!"
You couldn't breathe and the hand left his head to brace onto the railing. Your head fell back and his hands went up to cup your breasts.
"...keep going...keep going...ngh don't stop..."
He slowed for a few strokes and lifted your legs over his shoulders, bracing his hands on each side of you at the edge of a step.
"...shit...I'm coming!"
He hit you with a few hard strokes before he pulled out and rubbed himself along your clit and lips. You were wetting the steps and shaking. He set himself back in you to finish himself off. You cursed the state of the house to hell because you were getting the fuck of your life. Pulling out again, you felt even wetter and fuller than before, feeling a little of his cum seep out of you slightly. He was languidly kissing you, hovering over your breasts and nibbling them slightly. Everything was tender and his small nips hurt, but they hurt so good. His eyes matched up to yours again.
"So...about that shower?"
You never made it to the restaurant, the house was dirty until morning and nine months later...your daughter had a baby brother.
/could've been nc-17...could've been r. I suck at ratings, lol.
"I'm trying to get her out of the bath!"
"Ah," you sighed, wiping your brow as your rinsed off another dish, "alright fine!"
You shook the water off your gloved and turned off the faucet.
"Coming!"
Your apron was still on as you threw the gloves aside on the counter. The bell rang a few more times before you opened up.
"Hi! I'm here to pick her up!"
"Yes of course, come on in."
You let her follow you through to the living room where toys were still strung about.
"She's just one kid but she can be a handful sometimes. Um, she's washing up now, but make sure you-"
"-I've watched her before. The girls'll have fun and we're just a block away. Stop worrying. You know you need this."
Her eyebrows raised and you looked at her, dumbfounded. You were about to say something in your defense, but your husband came down the hall, rubbing at your three-year-old daughter's damp hair.
"Oh hey. She's washed up and dressed, so..." he said, looking between the both of you. "...did I...miss something?"
"Oh Khun, of course not! We were just talking about how much fun the girls are going to have." The air was full of pauses. "So...I'm just gonna go."
She swooped the girl up and walked out of the house. Your husband looked back at you with a 'what was that about' look on his face, but you just smiled and went back to the dishes. He followed you into the kitchen, wiping at wet plates and putting them up.
It was quiet, but for the running water and chinking of dishes and glasses on other surfaces. The air was warm and you were tired from the day.
Date nights didn't happen often. You both worked and neighbors were always busy. It was a task finding a babysitter and when you couldn't find one, you ended up too tired to do anything. The two of you were almost at that point of fatigue now. ...almost.
"Our reservations are in about an hour," he said.
"Okay."
He was staring at the expanse of your neck, hair neatly put up for whatever restaurant you were heading to. A few wisps fell back on it, tickling at the skin there as you shifted. He slowed down his wiping as he watched you. You turned slightly, asking him what he was staring at, but his eyes gleamed as he said a simple 'nothing.' You kicked off your shoes, saying they were killing you. He stood even taller now, the cluster of hair your wrapped up wafting your shampoo toward him. He felt himself warming even further, his coat suffocating him.
"Um, do you feel a little hot in here?"
He took off his jacket and threw it on the couch.
"Honey...are we even going to go? I know you got reservations but seriously, we're getting to comfortable."
He walked back toward you and began rubbing your shoulders, hands grazing the neck he was staring at earlier.
"Hey, hey...we're suppose to relax. Like I said...we have an hour. It's only a...what...fifteen minute drive?"
Your shoulders softened as he kneaded at you softly. You suddenly felt a soft kiss land on the back of your neck. Another followed...and another.
"What are you doing?"
You felt terrible chiding him, but...you just didn't have time for this. You never had time for this, but...you just didn't have time again.
"Baby...come on stop. We'll be late. And I'll want to take another shower and-"
"Another shower could be fun..." he said.
He kept kissing around your throat as fingers took a clasp out of your hair, letting it fall down your shoulders. He set it on the counter next to you and your eyes went to it, angered.
"Oh come on, my hair!"
You hurriedly took off your gloves and rinsed your hands. Retrieving the clasp and placing it at the corner of your mouth, you grabbed at your hair to get it back up. Hands ran up your arms, halting the movement in your hair. He breathed in your perfume.
"Leave it alone," he commanded.
You melted into him and he turned you around, pressing you into counter. He kissed you. It felt like the third date, when you really started liking him. It felt like the time right before your first time. It felt wonderful and nostalgic and warm. His head dipped again to kiss at your neck as he attempted to unzip your dress.
"Not here Khun..."
He lifted you up on the counter as your hand reached back to brace itself. You hit the faucet handle, water rushing out in a steady stream. Your legs wrapped of their own accord.
"...I just cleaned up..."
Your hands grabbed at his head and pulled it back up so you could savor that familiar taste again.
"...living room maybe?"
He was already hard, and when you began grinding back on him, his head lifted and he swung you off the counter, rag left near a plate pulling along with the two of you and a couple of dishes. They crashed to the floor and you stopped. He still had a firm grip on you.
"The dishes! ...those were so expensive..."
He threw you on the couch and you sat up, but he just looked at the apron impeding the task at hand, quickly untying the back of it.
"...honey don't hurt yourself on the..."
"FUCK!"
"toys..."
His knee shifted as he threw the apron off, knee knocking with a Barbie doll. He grabbed the offending doll and tossed it behind him. He was unbuttoning his shirt at a hasty pace as you were breathing hard. You wanted this but...
"...we really need to pick up and go..."
He was back on you, unbuckling his pants and thrusting back at you. Your legs wrapped around him again.
"...bedroom then?"
"...dammit."
You couldn't tell if he was patient or horny. In the next moment, you thought the latter. He pulled you up again, fully shedding you of your dress and shoving your toward the bedroom. You undid your bra and he couldn't take it anymore.
"No. Here," he said.
He turned from the hallway and pushed you onto the first landing of the stair, throwing the bra he'd ripped off in some direction behind him. He wrenched your panties off and you rubbed at his chest. Finally unzipping his pants, he didn't waste time as he shoved into you.
It had been so long and you felt a little stretched...but it felt so good. You felt carpet rubbing at your back, and the position was awkward, but he set you up slightly. You pulled off his shirt and clung to his shoulders as he continued to ram into you. He began angling differently and one of your hands hit the wall. A picture fell down on one of the stairs. His head turned, but you used the other hand to force his head toward yours. You kissed him quickly.
"...oh god forget the damn picture! ...just fuck me...we'll clean later...just keeping fucking me!"
You couldn't breathe and the hand left his head to brace onto the railing. Your head fell back and his hands went up to cup your breasts.
"...keep going...keep going...ngh don't stop..."
He slowed for a few strokes and lifted your legs over his shoulders, bracing his hands on each side of you at the edge of a step.
"...shit...I'm coming!"
He hit you with a few hard strokes before he pulled out and rubbed himself along your clit and lips. You were wetting the steps and shaking. He set himself back in you to finish himself off. You cursed the state of the house to hell because you were getting the fuck of your life. Pulling out again, you felt even wetter and fuller than before, feeling a little of his cum seep out of you slightly. He was languidly kissing you, hovering over your breasts and nibbling them slightly. Everything was tender and his small nips hurt, but they hurt so good. His eyes matched up to yours again.
"So...about that shower?"
You never made it to the restaurant, the house was dirty until morning and nine months later...your daughter had a baby brother.
/could've been nc-17...could've been r. I suck at ratings, lol.