RP LOG with cantbuy_me | One of the many pluses of marriage
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The whole ordeal with Tom had taken a lot more toll on Ethan than he thought... or would probably admit to. The sheer and utter draining relief that came when Tom finally opened his eyes and seemed okay had been exhausting. Ethan knew he had entertained ideas about having some sort of comfort sex with his wife when they got back to their apartment that night, but by the time they reached home, they were just buggered. Ethan had unintentionally slipped into his broody exterior, not uncommon when he was tired and stressed, and after a shared shower together, Ethan managed two mouthfuls of a cup of tea before he gave up fighting the exhaustion. He crawled into bed with Sophie and was out like a light as soon as his head hit the pillow.
It was morning now, or more like nearing afternoon at 11.52am. Ethan was sprawled naked in their large king-sized bed, lying on his stomach with his face smashed into the pillow and one arm and one leg dangling over the side of the mattress. It was the painful need for a piss that rudely woke him up, and with a tiny grunt of protest at being awake, he cracked one eye open just a little, hoping that was enough to allow him to analyse the situation. His other hand shuffled blindly across the bed and when it connected with warm skin, and some part of his wife, he relaxed again, eyes slipping closed again with a soft sigh now he was content with the most important thing.
Sophie moaned softly as her husband's touch started to draw her from her deep sleep. She couldn't remember what time she'd finally gone out like a light, but she did remember watching Ethan for a little while. She had wanted to make sure her husband really was out for the count so that he could finally get the rest he so desperately needed. She couldn't blame him for being stressed all the while Tom was in hospital, or for withdrawing into himself after Tom woke up and they were home. She knew he just had to deal with it his way. She would be by his side no matter what, and there when he needed her.
She rolled over to move closer to him, her lips sliding over his shoulder as her hand swept down his back to rest on his gorgeous arse. She really was just in love and lust with every single inch of him. She felt lucky to wake up every morning and find him next to her. She nuzzled in against the crook of his neck and let out another quiet moan. "Mornin'."
Ethan knew he had told Tom they would be there first thing, but he also figured Stuart would appreciate some time alone with the lawyer now that he was awake. The whole thing had more than surprised Ethan. He knew Tom had admitted to falling in love with the copper, but until he had seen it in operation, it had been impossible to really fathom it in his head. Tom in love... it was like finding the Holy Grail. But it was clear Stuart felt the same, if the turmoil he had gone through had been evidence. Now that Tom was awake, it was going to be whole new ball game. He was actually in a relationship, and it was all going to kick off all over again. Hopefully without anymore tragedy. Ethan hummed softly, the sound coming out huskily from the deep sleep he had been in and he melted in against Sophie's touch, really reluctant to move much right then, despite the desperate need for the bathroom. It could wait, even if it was giving him raging morning wood. "Morning," he returned and cleared his throat. "Tell me we don't have to get up yet."
"We don't have to get up yet," Sophie purred against his ear. In spite of everything, seeing Tom and Stuart together at the hospital just made Sophie appreciate even more that she and Ethan were alive and well. That they could enjoy being in bed together without machines, and bandages, and a fear of damaging an already injured person. It was selfish of her, and she knew it, but she also couldn't help it. She gave his arse a firm squeeze and rubbed her hand against it. "You okay?"
Ethan shifted, turning his head on the pillow so he could see her, and just watched her quietly for a few moments. He gave her a sleepy smile with a slight shrug of his shoulder. "I'm not sure yet. I will be. I guess I just need some time to process it all. Right now, it just feels like I've sat through some surreal thriller movie and I'm still waiting for the climax. Like, when everything seems calm and happy, only to have the murderer rock back up and top the whole town or something. Tom was..." He paused, clearing his throat. "He always seemed invincible. Which meant, we convinced ourselves together we were invincible. Like the Golden Touch syndrome. We didn't get where we did without hard work, but none of it was particularly painful. We've had awesome luck. Then he just... didn't."
Sophie opened her eyes to look at Ethan, and held his gaze for a moment. "I certainly don't want to break it to you, but you're not invincible. I know it's easy to believe you are when you do have the Golden Touch and you're on top of your business world, but you're still human. For which I'm glad because hearing your heart beat in your chest is a comforting sound for me. Human beings are fragile creatures. Even more so when they're children." She pressed her lips together briefly before she let out a soft sigh. "I'm sorry Tom had to get hurt, and I wish I had some magic fix for it, I just know if that stupid prick murderer does rock back into town I'll kill him myself. He doesn't get to cause my boys pain any more."
Ethan felt the sharp spike of emotion inside again and it caught his breath. He pressed his lips together to hold himself together and nodded. "You just don't realise how precarious life can be until it's there dangling in front of your eyes. I've known Tom since we were in nappies. He's every bit the brother I never had, and I had no fucking clue how I was supposed to feel about seeing him like that. I still don't. I don't know how he wants me to feel. Not even twenty four hours before it happened, I was pulling the piss out of him for being in love. Now I just... what if he'd died? That would have been our last conversation beyond me telling him I'd get him a decent lawyer. Me, pulling the piss because he finally found someone he is content enough to let his guard down with. That's fucking huge."
"Yeah, it is, but he also wouldn't want to have died knowing you weren't being yourself. You have known him since you were in nappies. I think that gives you free reign to piss pull considering he did the exact same thing. You can't even know when someone's going to die, there's no point regretting last conversations." She moved her hand so that she was stroking her fingers against Ethan's cheek and she felt a lump catch in her throat. "You also don't have you hold yourself together with me. And, in the spirit of final conversations, I just need to tell you right now how much I love you, Ethan Williamson. Just when I thought I couldn't fall in love with you any more, I just fell even harder, and deeper in love. And I need you to know that. Just like Tom and Stuart will be trying to make each other understand how much they're in love. I think it's amazing Tom's found someone... and I don't think he could do better than Stuart."
Ethan shifted onto his side so he wouldn't break his neck lying in the same position too long. He started to stroke his fingers through her hair as he thought over on her words. "Stuart is a pretty great guy. He's got Tom's best interests at heart. He was going to lay his career on the line for him, even if he thinks he was betraying Tom in the process. I tried to put myself in his shoes, and I just couldn't. Probably because I could never do a job like be a detective. I'll leave that to those with the guts for it. It's just... how fucked up can love be when it's not returned? The guy was obsessed. He could really have viciously hurt Tom. Just like that. That's fucking scary and it kinda makes a guy want to buy a deserted island and go live on it away from all the crazy nutters of the world." He sighed again and looked closely at her. "I fucking love you, you know that? I don't want you to ever forget that, even if I'm in a bad mood and forget to say it, because I still mean it. I'll always mean it."
Sophie ran her thumb over Ethan's bottom lip and smiled softly. "Of course I know that. Because if you didn't, you would have no balls and I'd have tattooed the word 'wanktard' to your forehead. I don't murder people when my love isn't returned, just make them regret not realising I was worth it." She leaned in to kiss him on the mouth and stayed close as she rubbed her nose against his. "I'm just so glad Tom woke up... He and Stuart barely had a chance to lift off the ground before it happened. I know I played my part in prolonging us getting it together, but it was nothing like this."
Ethan gave her a small point. "And that comment about the subway people. Tom's driver used to ride the train home after his shifts. Just saying," he had to point out as an afterthought, just evidence of what a jumble his thoughts seemed to be. But he was working them out, it did help talking about them. He knew it was going to be hard talking to Tom when the time came. Neither of them had ever needed to deal with something this serious together before, even if they always had each others backs. "You still thought I was a prick, and I don't blame you for that, even if it was frustrating. This murder happened the morning after they told each other they loved each other. They had this awesome lunch together, and then spent the night together. It so fucking messed with my head that Stuart's word couldn't be taken for that. It was like it tainted it or something. They need some more special times to cover up all this crap."
Sophie arched an eyebrow before she started to laugh. "You're right. I have killer cooties. I suddenly feel very... predatory." She sat up a little so she could lean across to nip at his shoulder, her teeth scraping against his skin. "But now you're my prick, and I'm not letting you go. Ever. We're going to grow old and grey and keep the Viagra and lube companies in business. It's horrible... They both deserve to just be able to enjoy it. We should definitely make sure they get on that cruise. Did Tom even get to book the tickets? Maybe we should."
"Don't you go near any of those nutters or I'll tie you up and never let you out again. You'll be like that bubble boy, live in a big ventilated condom," Ethan warned, maybe only about 70% joking. He was still stroking her hair, looking up at the ceiling in thought. "I never realised how easy it was to take life for granted before. Especially when everything is convenient and comfortable. And as much as a bastard it makes me sound, I liked being like that. Living with my head up my oblivious arse. Where my best mate didn't have deranged killers after him and nearly losing his life in DUI car wrecks in the middle of London. No, I don't think he did. He wouldn't have had time. How long do you think it will take him to get back on his feet?"
"If you're going to keep me captive, at least make sure I'm tied to the bed and here for your constant pleasure," Sophie returned, but she kissed his forehead in understanding. She wouldn't change her husband's protectiveness for the world, and she also didn't want to get into another argument about public transport, even if she was feeling no safer about the idea of him giving her a driver. She closed her eyes briefly just to focus on the feel of his fingers moving through her hair and rest her hand on his chest as she brushed her fingers over his skin. "It doesn't make you sound like a bastard. I think you just understood you were in a place of privilege and chose to enjoy it. However, it really is easy to just accept that you have everything at your fingertips and take it for granted. I would give anything for you to be oblivious again. I don't know, darling. It might take a month at the absolute, optimistic best. He has only just woken up, his body will still be healing."
"Aren't you already here for my constant pleasure?" Ethan asked, smirking as he took her hand and not-so-subtlely moved it down his body to where he was sporting a typically healthy morning erection. It might have been a rough few weeks, but there were parts of a guy's body that just would never go down without a kicking, screaming fight, no matter how exhausted. "Never took love for granted. Not once. Not like that guy who let something like jealousy turn him into a murderer. All the money in the world, yeah, it's great to have, but it doesn't match finding the one person you want to spend the rest of your life with. As horrible as it sounds, if there is one silver lining of this whole thing, I think it's going to help Thommo realise that, without him being unsure about it all, maybe a bit intimidated by letting someone get that close to him. He started to breach the gap with Stuart, but this is going to be a whole new experience for him. He is going to need Stuart. A lot. And if what we've seen is right, Stuart will be there unconditionally." He paused, and laughed a little. "Tom's not gonna know what hit him."
Sophie let out a soft sigh of pleasure at feeling him hard beneath her hand and curled her fingers around his length as she smiled at him. "I am, yes. Whatever your desire might be, husband. Well, that's lucky. I'm just sorry I made you work so hard for it. That guy was a complete nutter. I just... I still can't believe it. I just... I can't fathom something like this even touched us. Touched Tom. Hurt Tom." Sophie looked at Ethan, and raised her eyebrows a little. "Like you didn't? I think Stuart will give Tom whatever he needs. And I think Tom will do the same for Stuart once he realises he's not as incapable as he thinks."
Ethan's eyes fell closed at the touch and he relaxed just a tiny bit more back amongst the pillows as he hummed softly in appreciation. His tongue swept along his lips as he felt those small sparks of pleasure prick through him. No matter how comfortable and relaxed they were, and no matter what they would continue to talk about, she always turned him on like there was no tomorrow. "Hm, well, just think how much sooner we could've had sex if you didn't think I was a knob," he teased. "It's like something out of a movie, that you tune out when you make out in the back of a cinema and then pull the piss about how crap the plot was. But fuck. When it's happening to you, you don't even have time to stop and think. I still feel like I don't. Tom's badly hurt, and that's just... it's disturbing. That's the thing. He is capable. Very much so. I always thought if he fell for someone, he would fall hard, and he has."
Sophie continued to watch him, the sight of her husband being turned on and getting off because of her something she was never going to sick of. Her hand continued to work him in a steady rhythm, and Sophie took a moment to bask in the fact that she was in the kind of relationship that allowed deep and meaningfuls and orgasms to happen simultaneously. "I still wanted your knob," she admitted with a small smirk. "I couldn't get over the fact that you were turning me on and driving me crazy simultaneously. I guess it's why it just... exploded." Sophie nodded as she gave a small nod. "It really is, only we can't ignore it this time. I think it's going to catch up with us slowly. And I'll be here whenever you need me. However you need me. I'm not going anywhere, and I won't let you go through this alone. I'm glad he has. Tom deserves love, and to know that he can give it and be happy."
Ethan laughed, even if it more came out like a deep purr in his throat as he rocked his hips up to meet her touches. "I thought you hated me. Seriously. You would laugh your arse off if you had a recording of the conversations I had with Thommo at the time. I owe him so many hours of best mate listening, it's not even funny." He wet his lips again and let out a heavy breath. "When was the last time we fucked? It feels like it's been weeks... You're probably spot on there, sweetheart. I've never faced any shit like this before. It'll probably hit when we least expect it. I haven't exactly dealt with it the best. I just never seem to be able to know exactly how to put what's in my head into thoughts."
"And you'd laugh at mine with my friends. I just... I couldn't get why you'd keep pursuing me. I really did just think you wanted me for another notch, but that doesn't mean I didn't want you. I just was so angry at myself for still finding you sexy, and gorgeous, and... ugh," Sophie finished as she let out a hungry moan before laughing. She moved closer to him as she slid a leg over his and kissed at his chest, and throat. "Erm... before Tom got hurt? I came home early. Really does feel like weeks. You don't have to know. Part of knowing someone as well as you know me is that you don't need to. You just talk when you want, however you want. And I think you've dealt with it pretty well, love. As well as anyone with an injured best friend can."
"Weeks? That's far bloody too long..." Ethan decided, wrapping his arms around her pulling her on top of him. His legs tangled in with hers as the sheets caught up around their feet, but that was the last thing he cared about. He pushed up, stealing some friction by rubbing himself against her hip and growled softly in his throat. "And just when I'd given up and figured you really were a lost cause, I get a love smack from Thommo and it all sorted itself out. He called me a sulking bitch," he said, with a laugh at the memory and then his face fell into a small frown. "I don't know what I would have done if I lost him."
Sophie laughed softly as he pulled her on top of him, and revelled in her new position. She wasn't going to argue with Ethan if he felt like it was time and she slowly started to move against him as she increased the friction. Her own arousal was starting to build up and she kissed his mouth softly. "We owe him a lot. And you know, you really can be a sulky bitch when you want to." Sophie's smile faltered as she saw his expression change, and she brushed her fingers down the side of his face. "You don't need to think about that. You didn't lose him."
Something shifted just a little, and Ethan felt then like he just needed Sophie like this, in a comforting way to remind himself he was still alive, even if it hadn't been his life hanging in the balance. He had only recently started learning that sex wasn't just about sex, and right now, he needed it for more than getting off. He wrapped his arms around her and melted into the embrace, kissing her throat softly. "Only when I don't get what I want..." he had to agree. Even if not getting her when he wanted her was a good portion of why he kept falling for her harder and harder, over and over again until he was almost about ready to pull his hair out in frustration. "I know... I guess it just helps to have it in my mind somewhere. I just want to help him be okay."
She cupped his face with both her hands as she rubbed her thumbs against the stubble along his jaw. Truth was she liked him a little rough around the edges, but Ethan always needed to be neat and tidy for his business dealings. A small noise escaped her as he kissed her throat, and Sophie let her eyes fall closed as she continued to move against him. There really was no sense of urgency, just a need to be close. It was amazing just how crazy he could drive her, even when there wasn't any penetration yet. "You will help him, love. You're his best friend."
Ethan just hummed softly in agreement, losing himself too much in her to adequately be able to carry on the conversation. No doubt they would pick it up after. They had the day together, and he would call the hospital as soon as he could to check on Tom's progress. He really did want to be able to give Tom and Stuart the time together they needed without hanging around like a bad smell. He would catch up with Tom in person when he could, so they could talk about everything. He figured his best mate would probably need the sympathetic ear. He kissed up Sophie's jaw and then claimed her lips in a loving kiss, using his knee to nudge her legs apart so he could enter her slowly at a pace to match the kiss. He needed this. He didn't realise how much until that moment, and although he hadn't ever doubted his gratitude at marrying her, right now, he was thankful more than anything in the world that she was his wife, and was there with him.
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The whole ordeal with Tom had taken a lot more toll on Ethan than he thought... or would probably admit to. The sheer and utter draining relief that came when Tom finally opened his eyes and seemed okay had been exhausting. Ethan knew he had entertained ideas about having some sort of comfort sex with his wife when they got back to their apartment that night, but by the time they reached home, they were just buggered. Ethan had unintentionally slipped into his broody exterior, not uncommon when he was tired and stressed, and after a shared shower together, Ethan managed two mouthfuls of a cup of tea before he gave up fighting the exhaustion. He crawled into bed with Sophie and was out like a light as soon as his head hit the pillow.
It was morning now, or more like nearing afternoon at 11.52am. Ethan was sprawled naked in their large king-sized bed, lying on his stomach with his face smashed into the pillow and one arm and one leg dangling over the side of the mattress. It was the painful need for a piss that rudely woke him up, and with a tiny grunt of protest at being awake, he cracked one eye open just a little, hoping that was enough to allow him to analyse the situation. His other hand shuffled blindly across the bed and when it connected with warm skin, and some part of his wife, he relaxed again, eyes slipping closed again with a soft sigh now he was content with the most important thing.
Sophie moaned softly as her husband's touch started to draw her from her deep sleep. She couldn't remember what time she'd finally gone out like a light, but she did remember watching Ethan for a little while. She had wanted to make sure her husband really was out for the count so that he could finally get the rest he so desperately needed. She couldn't blame him for being stressed all the while Tom was in hospital, or for withdrawing into himself after Tom woke up and they were home. She knew he just had to deal with it his way. She would be by his side no matter what, and there when he needed her.
She rolled over to move closer to him, her lips sliding over his shoulder as her hand swept down his back to rest on his gorgeous arse. She really was just in love and lust with every single inch of him. She felt lucky to wake up every morning and find him next to her. She nuzzled in against the crook of his neck and let out another quiet moan. "Mornin'."
Ethan knew he had told Tom they would be there first thing, but he also figured Stuart would appreciate some time alone with the lawyer now that he was awake. The whole thing had more than surprised Ethan. He knew Tom had admitted to falling in love with the copper, but until he had seen it in operation, it had been impossible to really fathom it in his head. Tom in love... it was like finding the Holy Grail. But it was clear Stuart felt the same, if the turmoil he had gone through had been evidence. Now that Tom was awake, it was going to be whole new ball game. He was actually in a relationship, and it was all going to kick off all over again. Hopefully without anymore tragedy. Ethan hummed softly, the sound coming out huskily from the deep sleep he had been in and he melted in against Sophie's touch, really reluctant to move much right then, despite the desperate need for the bathroom. It could wait, even if it was giving him raging morning wood. "Morning," he returned and cleared his throat. "Tell me we don't have to get up yet."
"We don't have to get up yet," Sophie purred against his ear. In spite of everything, seeing Tom and Stuart together at the hospital just made Sophie appreciate even more that she and Ethan were alive and well. That they could enjoy being in bed together without machines, and bandages, and a fear of damaging an already injured person. It was selfish of her, and she knew it, but she also couldn't help it. She gave his arse a firm squeeze and rubbed her hand against it. "You okay?"
Ethan shifted, turning his head on the pillow so he could see her, and just watched her quietly for a few moments. He gave her a sleepy smile with a slight shrug of his shoulder. "I'm not sure yet. I will be. I guess I just need some time to process it all. Right now, it just feels like I've sat through some surreal thriller movie and I'm still waiting for the climax. Like, when everything seems calm and happy, only to have the murderer rock back up and top the whole town or something. Tom was..." He paused, clearing his throat. "He always seemed invincible. Which meant, we convinced ourselves together we were invincible. Like the Golden Touch syndrome. We didn't get where we did without hard work, but none of it was particularly painful. We've had awesome luck. Then he just... didn't."
Sophie opened her eyes to look at Ethan, and held his gaze for a moment. "I certainly don't want to break it to you, but you're not invincible. I know it's easy to believe you are when you do have the Golden Touch and you're on top of your business world, but you're still human. For which I'm glad because hearing your heart beat in your chest is a comforting sound for me. Human beings are fragile creatures. Even more so when they're children." She pressed her lips together briefly before she let out a soft sigh. "I'm sorry Tom had to get hurt, and I wish I had some magic fix for it, I just know if that stupid prick murderer does rock back into town I'll kill him myself. He doesn't get to cause my boys pain any more."
Ethan felt the sharp spike of emotion inside again and it caught his breath. He pressed his lips together to hold himself together and nodded. "You just don't realise how precarious life can be until it's there dangling in front of your eyes. I've known Tom since we were in nappies. He's every bit the brother I never had, and I had no fucking clue how I was supposed to feel about seeing him like that. I still don't. I don't know how he wants me to feel. Not even twenty four hours before it happened, I was pulling the piss out of him for being in love. Now I just... what if he'd died? That would have been our last conversation beyond me telling him I'd get him a decent lawyer. Me, pulling the piss because he finally found someone he is content enough to let his guard down with. That's fucking huge."
"Yeah, it is, but he also wouldn't want to have died knowing you weren't being yourself. You have known him since you were in nappies. I think that gives you free reign to piss pull considering he did the exact same thing. You can't even know when someone's going to die, there's no point regretting last conversations." She moved her hand so that she was stroking her fingers against Ethan's cheek and she felt a lump catch in her throat. "You also don't have you hold yourself together with me. And, in the spirit of final conversations, I just need to tell you right now how much I love you, Ethan Williamson. Just when I thought I couldn't fall in love with you any more, I just fell even harder, and deeper in love. And I need you to know that. Just like Tom and Stuart will be trying to make each other understand how much they're in love. I think it's amazing Tom's found someone... and I don't think he could do better than Stuart."
Ethan shifted onto his side so he wouldn't break his neck lying in the same position too long. He started to stroke his fingers through her hair as he thought over on her words. "Stuart is a pretty great guy. He's got Tom's best interests at heart. He was going to lay his career on the line for him, even if he thinks he was betraying Tom in the process. I tried to put myself in his shoes, and I just couldn't. Probably because I could never do a job like be a detective. I'll leave that to those with the guts for it. It's just... how fucked up can love be when it's not returned? The guy was obsessed. He could really have viciously hurt Tom. Just like that. That's fucking scary and it kinda makes a guy want to buy a deserted island and go live on it away from all the crazy nutters of the world." He sighed again and looked closely at her. "I fucking love you, you know that? I don't want you to ever forget that, even if I'm in a bad mood and forget to say it, because I still mean it. I'll always mean it."
Sophie ran her thumb over Ethan's bottom lip and smiled softly. "Of course I know that. Because if you didn't, you would have no balls and I'd have tattooed the word 'wanktard' to your forehead. I don't murder people when my love isn't returned, just make them regret not realising I was worth it." She leaned in to kiss him on the mouth and stayed close as she rubbed her nose against his. "I'm just so glad Tom woke up... He and Stuart barely had a chance to lift off the ground before it happened. I know I played my part in prolonging us getting it together, but it was nothing like this."
Ethan gave her a small point. "And that comment about the subway people. Tom's driver used to ride the train home after his shifts. Just saying," he had to point out as an afterthought, just evidence of what a jumble his thoughts seemed to be. But he was working them out, it did help talking about them. He knew it was going to be hard talking to Tom when the time came. Neither of them had ever needed to deal with something this serious together before, even if they always had each others backs. "You still thought I was a prick, and I don't blame you for that, even if it was frustrating. This murder happened the morning after they told each other they loved each other. They had this awesome lunch together, and then spent the night together. It so fucking messed with my head that Stuart's word couldn't be taken for that. It was like it tainted it or something. They need some more special times to cover up all this crap."
Sophie arched an eyebrow before she started to laugh. "You're right. I have killer cooties. I suddenly feel very... predatory." She sat up a little so she could lean across to nip at his shoulder, her teeth scraping against his skin. "But now you're my prick, and I'm not letting you go. Ever. We're going to grow old and grey and keep the Viagra and lube companies in business. It's horrible... They both deserve to just be able to enjoy it. We should definitely make sure they get on that cruise. Did Tom even get to book the tickets? Maybe we should."
"Don't you go near any of those nutters or I'll tie you up and never let you out again. You'll be like that bubble boy, live in a big ventilated condom," Ethan warned, maybe only about 70% joking. He was still stroking her hair, looking up at the ceiling in thought. "I never realised how easy it was to take life for granted before. Especially when everything is convenient and comfortable. And as much as a bastard it makes me sound, I liked being like that. Living with my head up my oblivious arse. Where my best mate didn't have deranged killers after him and nearly losing his life in DUI car wrecks in the middle of London. No, I don't think he did. He wouldn't have had time. How long do you think it will take him to get back on his feet?"
"If you're going to keep me captive, at least make sure I'm tied to the bed and here for your constant pleasure," Sophie returned, but she kissed his forehead in understanding. She wouldn't change her husband's protectiveness for the world, and she also didn't want to get into another argument about public transport, even if she was feeling no safer about the idea of him giving her a driver. She closed her eyes briefly just to focus on the feel of his fingers moving through her hair and rest her hand on his chest as she brushed her fingers over his skin. "It doesn't make you sound like a bastard. I think you just understood you were in a place of privilege and chose to enjoy it. However, it really is easy to just accept that you have everything at your fingertips and take it for granted. I would give anything for you to be oblivious again. I don't know, darling. It might take a month at the absolute, optimistic best. He has only just woken up, his body will still be healing."
"Aren't you already here for my constant pleasure?" Ethan asked, smirking as he took her hand and not-so-subtlely moved it down his body to where he was sporting a typically healthy morning erection. It might have been a rough few weeks, but there were parts of a guy's body that just would never go down without a kicking, screaming fight, no matter how exhausted. "Never took love for granted. Not once. Not like that guy who let something like jealousy turn him into a murderer. All the money in the world, yeah, it's great to have, but it doesn't match finding the one person you want to spend the rest of your life with. As horrible as it sounds, if there is one silver lining of this whole thing, I think it's going to help Thommo realise that, without him being unsure about it all, maybe a bit intimidated by letting someone get that close to him. He started to breach the gap with Stuart, but this is going to be a whole new experience for him. He is going to need Stuart. A lot. And if what we've seen is right, Stuart will be there unconditionally." He paused, and laughed a little. "Tom's not gonna know what hit him."
Sophie let out a soft sigh of pleasure at feeling him hard beneath her hand and curled her fingers around his length as she smiled at him. "I am, yes. Whatever your desire might be, husband. Well, that's lucky. I'm just sorry I made you work so hard for it. That guy was a complete nutter. I just... I still can't believe it. I just... I can't fathom something like this even touched us. Touched Tom. Hurt Tom." Sophie looked at Ethan, and raised her eyebrows a little. "Like you didn't? I think Stuart will give Tom whatever he needs. And I think Tom will do the same for Stuart once he realises he's not as incapable as he thinks."
Ethan's eyes fell closed at the touch and he relaxed just a tiny bit more back amongst the pillows as he hummed softly in appreciation. His tongue swept along his lips as he felt those small sparks of pleasure prick through him. No matter how comfortable and relaxed they were, and no matter what they would continue to talk about, she always turned him on like there was no tomorrow. "Hm, well, just think how much sooner we could've had sex if you didn't think I was a knob," he teased. "It's like something out of a movie, that you tune out when you make out in the back of a cinema and then pull the piss about how crap the plot was. But fuck. When it's happening to you, you don't even have time to stop and think. I still feel like I don't. Tom's badly hurt, and that's just... it's disturbing. That's the thing. He is capable. Very much so. I always thought if he fell for someone, he would fall hard, and he has."
Sophie continued to watch him, the sight of her husband being turned on and getting off because of her something she was never going to sick of. Her hand continued to work him in a steady rhythm, and Sophie took a moment to bask in the fact that she was in the kind of relationship that allowed deep and meaningfuls and orgasms to happen simultaneously. "I still wanted your knob," she admitted with a small smirk. "I couldn't get over the fact that you were turning me on and driving me crazy simultaneously. I guess it's why it just... exploded." Sophie nodded as she gave a small nod. "It really is, only we can't ignore it this time. I think it's going to catch up with us slowly. And I'll be here whenever you need me. However you need me. I'm not going anywhere, and I won't let you go through this alone. I'm glad he has. Tom deserves love, and to know that he can give it and be happy."
Ethan laughed, even if it more came out like a deep purr in his throat as he rocked his hips up to meet her touches. "I thought you hated me. Seriously. You would laugh your arse off if you had a recording of the conversations I had with Thommo at the time. I owe him so many hours of best mate listening, it's not even funny." He wet his lips again and let out a heavy breath. "When was the last time we fucked? It feels like it's been weeks... You're probably spot on there, sweetheart. I've never faced any shit like this before. It'll probably hit when we least expect it. I haven't exactly dealt with it the best. I just never seem to be able to know exactly how to put what's in my head into thoughts."
"And you'd laugh at mine with my friends. I just... I couldn't get why you'd keep pursuing me. I really did just think you wanted me for another notch, but that doesn't mean I didn't want you. I just was so angry at myself for still finding you sexy, and gorgeous, and... ugh," Sophie finished as she let out a hungry moan before laughing. She moved closer to him as she slid a leg over his and kissed at his chest, and throat. "Erm... before Tom got hurt? I came home early. Really does feel like weeks. You don't have to know. Part of knowing someone as well as you know me is that you don't need to. You just talk when you want, however you want. And I think you've dealt with it pretty well, love. As well as anyone with an injured best friend can."
"Weeks? That's far bloody too long..." Ethan decided, wrapping his arms around her pulling her on top of him. His legs tangled in with hers as the sheets caught up around their feet, but that was the last thing he cared about. He pushed up, stealing some friction by rubbing himself against her hip and growled softly in his throat. "And just when I'd given up and figured you really were a lost cause, I get a love smack from Thommo and it all sorted itself out. He called me a sulking bitch," he said, with a laugh at the memory and then his face fell into a small frown. "I don't know what I would have done if I lost him."
Sophie laughed softly as he pulled her on top of him, and revelled in her new position. She wasn't going to argue with Ethan if he felt like it was time and she slowly started to move against him as she increased the friction. Her own arousal was starting to build up and she kissed his mouth softly. "We owe him a lot. And you know, you really can be a sulky bitch when you want to." Sophie's smile faltered as she saw his expression change, and she brushed her fingers down the side of his face. "You don't need to think about that. You didn't lose him."
Something shifted just a little, and Ethan felt then like he just needed Sophie like this, in a comforting way to remind himself he was still alive, even if it hadn't been his life hanging in the balance. He had only recently started learning that sex wasn't just about sex, and right now, he needed it for more than getting off. He wrapped his arms around her and melted into the embrace, kissing her throat softly. "Only when I don't get what I want..." he had to agree. Even if not getting her when he wanted her was a good portion of why he kept falling for her harder and harder, over and over again until he was almost about ready to pull his hair out in frustration. "I know... I guess it just helps to have it in my mind somewhere. I just want to help him be okay."
She cupped his face with both her hands as she rubbed her thumbs against the stubble along his jaw. Truth was she liked him a little rough around the edges, but Ethan always needed to be neat and tidy for his business dealings. A small noise escaped her as he kissed her throat, and Sophie let her eyes fall closed as she continued to move against him. There really was no sense of urgency, just a need to be close. It was amazing just how crazy he could drive her, even when there wasn't any penetration yet. "You will help him, love. You're his best friend."
Ethan just hummed softly in agreement, losing himself too much in her to adequately be able to carry on the conversation. No doubt they would pick it up after. They had the day together, and he would call the hospital as soon as he could to check on Tom's progress. He really did want to be able to give Tom and Stuart the time together they needed without hanging around like a bad smell. He would catch up with Tom in person when he could, so they could talk about everything. He figured his best mate would probably need the sympathetic ear. He kissed up Sophie's jaw and then claimed her lips in a loving kiss, using his knee to nudge her legs apart so he could enter her slowly at a pace to match the kiss. He needed this. He didn't realise how much until that moment, and although he hadn't ever doubted his gratitude at marrying her, right now, he was thankful more than anything in the world that she was his wife, and was there with him.
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