Smut 69: Heated
Alex Eames never went home early. Even hugely pregnant she stayed at her desk the allotted hours. She wasn't going to let a slight fever keep her from doing her job. When she dropped her pen the third time, Bobby suggested she go. When she dropped it the fifth time, he stood and went into the CO's office. A few minutes later, following a rather stern command, she left the building and got a cab home. She didn't waste time doing anything but stripping down to her panties and throwing herself into bed when she reached her apartment.
Four hours later, James Deakins let himself into the apartment. He told Bobby a yarn about his wife picking him up, got the spare set of keys from him, and put her car in its regular parking space. In reality he'd called home and said he was staying in the city to work. She'd protest, weakly, but they rarely had the chance to be simply domestic and taking care of a sick lover counted. Plus, she'd looked so pitiful; he hated the idea of her home all by herself.
He took in her mail, fed her bird and checked out her kitchen for provisions. Seeing the makings both soup and sandwiches, he decided he didn't need to run back out for supplies. Before going in to check on her, he started the soup on a low simmer. Knowing that would be at least an hour, he hung up his jacket and kicked off his shoes. As he walked into the bedroom, he tucked his tie into his pocket.
She lay on her stomach, arms spread above her head. He laughed under his breath. It wasn't the first time he'd seen her in that position, but usually she was squirming and pulling at scarves fastened to her bed. He slid in beside her, resting his hand on the small of her back when she didn't move at his arrival. She made a distracted noise at his touch, but didn't wake. He frowned deeply. She was hotter than when he sent her home.
A quick visit to her bathroom yielded analgesic, a glass of cold water, and a dampened washcloth. Getting her up to take the pill would have been amusing if she hadn't made such a sad sound when she flopped back down. She was glad to see him, thanked him profusely and went back into her stupor. Shaking his head, he went to work cooling her down. She jumped the first time the cool cloth hit her back, but within a few strokes she was shifting to stay with it. He put a hand on her ass and told her to quit squirming, but she whimpered and shook her head.
He realized she was moving mostly unconsciously, but soon the undulations of her bare back and barely covered ass caused a reaction in him. Biting back a groan, he shifted to accommodate his hardening cock. He knew he was a dog for thinking of how silky smooth her skin was or how good it would taste to lick the sweat that gathered at the small of her back, but pushing those thoughts away just wasn't happening. The best he could do was keep his actions clinical.
That resolution lasted a few short minutes until she moaned his name and a brief, surprisingly succinct demand. He argued with her, but she fought back with her best weapons. Lifting her ass off the bed and wiggling it, she told him what her fever would do to the experience for both of them. When she reached back and pushed her panties over her hips he gave in. Taking over for her, he tasted the sweat on her back, then moved lower to lick small circles over the rise of her ass. He could have sworn it tasted sweater the closer he got to her pussy.
She kept her hips high while he got her panties off and higher still when he started kissing toward her hottest point. Her legs spread and he lapped at her until she squirmed too hard for him to stay with her without holding her down. He didn't want to do that when she was so sick. Her instructions became specific again and he shucked the rest of his clothes as quickly as he could. There was something very wrong about doing this when she was so sick. Consoling himself that it was what she wanted, he came up behind her and slowly pushed into her.
The moment his cock touched her he was lost. Always a little hotter than his older metabolism, now she was on fire. He managed to ease into her, feeling like his whole body was igniting with every inch, but he couldn't keep his thrusts gentle. Her head tossed as they moved; her crisp instructions fading to incoherent pleas as her climax approached. Knowing he'd feel horrible for it later, he slammed into her, keening at her incendiary embrace.
They came surprisingly close together, her shuddering climax bringing on his. One vague concern was relieved when she moaned his name as she came. She wasn't completely delirious. He eased her onto the bed, pulling out of her at the last moment and rolling onto his side. She reached over and patted his belly. The way her hand slipped off him, he realized she was asleep before it hit the bed.
He lay beside her until his stomach growled. Despite an enticingly worded offer, she didn't wake enough to join him for soup, so he ate alone on her couch. Still naked, he enjoyed the intimacy of the moment even though she was a room away and completely unconscious. He half fell asleep on the couch watching a movie, only moving to bed when the remote fell out of his hand and hit his crotch.
She greeted him with sleepy surprise, the memory of their joining coming to her very slowly. Her fever had broken, leaving her clammy and exhausted. He refreshed the washcloth and wiped her off until she moaned and slipped back to sleep. Curling around her, he promised to stay with her through the morning, even though she couldn't hear him. He could miss the budget meeting to make sure she ate something and didn't try going to work.
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