Rae was a little surprised at the pillow/blanket/fluffy thing nest on her living room floor when they came back. She felt a little awkward at this terribly open and visible reminder of what they were traditionally expected to all do together now. Her hand touched the side of her dress, and she was reminded of the pocket...
"Oh! I... I have something for you guys..." She blushed and drew her hand out of her pocket. She'd have to put it on their right hands... But that was alright. She took Rodney's hand first, he'd been there when Sean gave her these. "This was my Grandpa MacGregor's. It's yours now."
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John eyed the pillow-nest as he passed, raising an eloquent brow in Rodney's general direction, one that was promptly ignored. He covered his mouth with his hand briefly to stifle the laugh that bubbled up from deep inside, the warm well of absolute happiness that had been there since the vows had been exchanged
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Rodney stared at the ring then Rae in awe. "Thank you." He leaned down to kiss her cheek then put the ring on his left index finger. Perfect fit.
He ignores John's look and goes over to the couch to sit down. If he doesn't, he's likely to fall down. He's nervous; really nervous about tonight. He doesn't know what's going to happen past Rachel and John being together and it's doing horrors to his blood pressure.
He smiled as she gave him the ring. It was a tiny bit tight on his hand, but not uncomfortable. "It's grand, lass. I'm honored ta wear it, thank you." His smile was bright as he leaned in to kiss her again. Carson could get used to this. She was soft and sweet in his arms, everything he remembered women being. When he let her go, he cupped her cheek for a moment. Love or not, this felt right. He glanced over at the couch to see a very tense Rodney next to a very sprawled John. Carson chuckled and started to unpin his kilt pin, brooch, and sporran, and laid them on the dining table "Fancy enough, but not bloody comfortable for long. Rodney, why don't ye take off that tie before yer head explodes?" Carson tried not to chuckle.
Rae smiled at Radek's encouragement. Part of her wanted to see him with Carson as well. But there was plenty of time. Her eyes met John's, and she walked over to where he stood in front of the couch. It was strange, this shy feeling. The things she'd done to him, with him, and yet... Rae didn't realize she was biting her lower lip in anticipation as she looked up at him, smiling at the same time. "Well. Hello there, husband..."
John slips a finger between his throat and the knot of his tie, the silk slithering quietly between his fingers as he pulls. He's been watching Rae and Radek, smiling at the shy way she ducks her head at his whispered question, their eyes flitting over to him.
He takes his time, folding his jacket over one arm as he begins slowly pulling his starched shirt from his trousers. Rae breaks off and Radek gives him a heated look, one John returns with smouldering intensity--Radek had wanted to be there, John knows it---and aches to see Radek tonight as well--but Rae...she's before him in her beautiful dress, biting her lip in the most endearing way, and John thinks there's really no place he'd rather be tonight than beside her.
"'lo yourself, wife.... He pulls at his tie again, slipping the knot further open, pretending to fumble with it, giving her a reason to reach in, get close. "give your new husband a little help here? " He tips his head back and stands obedietly still, eyes dancing with mischeif.
She smiles, vaguely hearing Carson say something behind her. She calls back over her shoulder without looking away from John. "Radek, love, would you get some hangers? We mustn't have these fine outfits all wrinkled now. And if you don't hang them up *now*..." She chuckled as she implications hit
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John watches her turn his jacket, finger the long line of ribbons on the left side, each one positioned with the utmost care. Each pin, each decoration now a celebration of a time when he'd beaten the odds, lived another day, lived long enough to be here, watching her tapered fingers wander over the colorful bars. In a locked box just behind Morena's case under their bed each medal sits, stacked one atop the other, some blank, unengraved, undecorated, recognition of jobs done that no one claims were done--tasks completed in wars fought beneath the noses of countless countries
( ... )
"and I always have loved you.....even when I didn't know it--even when it was just you and Radek, and I only saw you through the shine in his eyes, Rae--I loved you even then...."
There's a faint sting of tears in her eyes as he kisses her, soft and sweet. Rae opens to his taste, tongues exploring and lips drinking in all the love he can give. His ring on his dogtag chain brushes against her skin. It clinks softly and warms where it touches her, brands her as his own.
He breaks away and gently plays with her hair. John's fascinated with the way the curls spring back when he lets go, some incalculable formula making them return to shape. Rae giggles and ruffles his own hair. "Careful, you'll make it jealous."
He thinks of her question and replies. "Wicked, sinful things, sweetheart...wicked, wicked things...and I've got all night to show you....." Rae's smile widens brightly
( ... )
John's lost to heat and wetness and the slick slide of his tongue across Rachel's thighs. She draws him, unfailingly so, a moth to the warm sacred flame of her center. With a shift, he slides his hands beneath her bottom, cupping the soft rounds of her ass, tipping her hips up to give himself full access. Her silk-clad feet slide over his sides and back as he urges her legs over his shoulders
( ... )
By all the Gods, and especially Eros. If she was the Commander-in-Chief, John would get a medal for this alone. John's hands slid over her ass, drawing up and around, to barely touch her very center before returning his mouth to the spot. He continued to tease, making her whimper, then cry out as he focused his attention on her clit with rapid flicks. Rae couldn't stop her hips from moving as she felt her juices trickle out over her lips, John racing to catch the sweetness. He licked it up, chasing it to the source, pushing his tongue in and out of her. Rae's hands scrabbled and clutched at the coverlet as her back arched. There was a direct line of searing, pulsing fire up her spine, connected directly to John's tongue, and she was being burned alive. Her gasps were soft, open-mouthed inhalations, with incoherent syllables on the breath out as he fucked her with his tongue
( ... )
She trembled around his tongue, sending a gentle gush of fluid across his lips and down his chin. He continued to lap gently as she bucked, revelling in the waves of orgasm still trembling through her thighs and pelvis.
With gentle kisses and soft words, he worked his way up her body, teasing himself by rubbing against her silk-clad thigh, the damp crook of her hip, the soft hollow of her abdomen. Rachel still shuddered for him, her jade eyes half-closed, a soft smile on his lips.
The sounds from the front room were getting louder, he could hear Rodney's voice above the others, babbling as he always does, and Carson using "the voice" on he and Radek both. John grinned down at his wife, tipping his head to the side and nuzzling her jaw.
"sounds like we have some competition from our husbands, darlin'....how 'bout we make enough noise to make them jealous, hmm?" John slides his full length against her parted slit, teasing himself against her, slicking them both with precum and her copious wetness.
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"Oh! I... I have something for you guys..." She blushed and drew her hand out of her pocket. She'd have to put it on their right hands... But that was alright. She took Rodney's hand first, he'd been there when Sean gave her these. "This was my Grandpa MacGregor's. It's yours now."
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He ignores John's look and goes over to the couch to sit down. If he doesn't, he's likely to fall down. He's nervous; really nervous about tonight. He doesn't know what's going to happen past Rachel and John being together and it's doing horrors to his blood pressure.
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He takes his time, folding his jacket over one arm as he begins slowly pulling his starched shirt from his trousers. Rae breaks off and Radek gives him a heated look, one John returns with smouldering intensity--Radek had wanted to be there, John knows it---and aches to see Radek tonight as well--but Rae...she's before him in her beautiful dress, biting her lip in the most endearing way, and John thinks there's really no place he'd rather be tonight than beside her.
"'lo yourself, wife.... He pulls at his tie again, slipping the knot further open, pretending to fumble with it, giving her a reason to reach in, get close. "give your new husband a little help here? " He tips his head back and stands obedietly still, eyes dancing with mischeif.
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There's a faint sting of tears in her eyes as he kisses her, soft and sweet. Rae opens to his taste, tongues exploring and lips drinking in all the love he can give. His ring on his dogtag chain brushes against her skin. It clinks softly and warms where it touches her, brands her as his own.
He breaks away and gently plays with her hair. John's fascinated with the way the curls spring back when he lets go, some incalculable formula making them return to shape. Rae giggles and ruffles his own hair. "Careful, you'll make it jealous."
He thinks of her question and replies. "Wicked, sinful things, sweetheart...wicked, wicked things...and I've got all night to show you....." Rae's smile widens brightly ( ... )
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With gentle kisses and soft words, he worked his way up her body, teasing himself by rubbing against her silk-clad thigh, the damp crook of her hip, the soft hollow of her abdomen. Rachel still shuddered for him, her jade eyes half-closed, a soft smile on his lips.
The sounds from the front room were getting louder, he could hear Rodney's voice above the others, babbling as he always does, and Carson using "the voice" on he and Radek both. John grinned down at his wife, tipping his head to the side and nuzzling her jaw.
"sounds like we have some competition from our husbands, darlin'....how 'bout we make enough noise to make them jealous, hmm?" John slides his full length against her parted slit, teasing himself against her, slicking them both with precum and her copious wetness.
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