hello.
Here we are in World Cup mood, actually, a hangover from yesterday's Penalties decision over a Quarters spot. Man, Brazilian National team always means struggle... *sigh*
It's been a while since I've posted. My blog inspiration has been scant but not my overall sparkle (bear with me, pls). Mr. Darcy and Lizzy have been present in my head often, even in a new small story that I'll post soon.
I accomplished a new blog layout, pinky and lovely to celebrate the 60k views. Thanks, btw. How did you like it?
So, back to my P&P fanfics world, 'The Prince' is making waves here. Their story is cooking, simmering, developing and many other 'ing' s but nowhere close to a final draft yet. I don't think I'll have something new by October this year. Nevertheless, to prove that this DIZZY exists, here goes a new drabble.
A note: There isn't a lot of explanation here about their history. The whole thing will come out when the bigger story gets ready but, there are some clues something already said in Indulgence. If you haven't read it, take a look and find them. ;)
Another note: If you - like me - suffer from nasty migraines here you can find nice info. Or to cure your migraine hangover you can try Lizzy's medicine... Read on. *mischievous smile*
Have fun!
Hungover
Modern, rated MA, short
‘Good
evening.’ Darcy said closing the front door behind him. As he got no answer, he
repeated raising his voice.
‘Hey,
Fitz!’ Came a happy shrill and several footsteps.
‘Hello, my
sweet.’ He answered in a smile when his eight years old stepdaughter Camila’s
head poked from the TV room door. He proceeded emptying his pockets on the
large hall’s side table while watching the child come close in hurried steps.
When she was near, he ducked and hugged her waist making her giggle as he
raised to his full height. The girl grabbed his neck for support and jiggled
her legs in the air. ‘How are you, Doll?’ He asked and gave her a kiss on the
cheek.
‘Fine,
fine. Melanie brought my Frozen crayon back, you know, the one she took home?’
She started her detailed report as he carried her, her legs still dangling.
‘And I said: ‘Well, thank you. Next time you take care of your own stuff.’’ She
said nodding vigorously to prove her point and he nodded back.
‘I thought
you didn’t like Frozen anymore.’ Darcy raised his eyebrows.
The girl
blushed and pressed her lips together.
‘The other
day you told me you were only watching it because it was on…’ He insisted
resisting the urge to smile since the girl obviously loved the character.
‘I don’t
like Frozen very much anymore. Just a tiny bit.’ She said and changed subjects
as quickly as possible. ‘Lucy C. decided to have a Frozen themed birthday
party, what I think is very appropriate
since we do watch the movie e-ve-ry chance we got.’
Darcy
smiled because her intonation reminded him of Lizzy telling him how her kids
were starting to sound like him. ‘And you’ll wear your princess costume?’ He
asked, but the girl was already in full report mode and would not stop to
answer any questions.
‘Shoyu ran
away again and Cook said she found him lurking outside the kennel again...’ She
clicked her tongue disapprovingly. ‘Very inappropriate
for a cat. Yoda kept barking from the kitchen window, that’s how Cook knew
Shoyu had left. Tom’s got a bruised knee from playing soccer at school. Hanna
M., the girl in my class who has a crush on Tom…’ Camila rolled her eyes. ‘She
told me that she saw Harry S. kick Tom in the knee to stop his play. He was
totally going to score a goal.’ Darcy nodded dutifully lowering her down when
they entered the TV room. As it was off, he assumed they were still doing their
homework.
‘I’m fine,
though. Harry can’t make a foul, imagine a goal!’ Tom shouted from the spacious
lunchroom adjourned to the TV room.
When Lizzy moved in, she turned the too-big-to-be-cozy
drawing room into a family headquarters. With the help of her older sister Jane
who was an architect, they remodeled the big room into a family retreat. With
big sofas, a large TV with the video games plugged in, a cool computer table on
the side facing the large windows, plenty of storage for toys, collections, trophies,
etc. and an attached lunchroom that connected to the kitchen through a side
corridor, they spent most of their time in that multitask room.
Darcy
chuckled. ‘Homework?’ He asked. The grumble he heard from the ten-year-old boy
was eloquent enough.
‘And for Lucy’s
party, Mom said I can’t use my Elsa costume because it’s not polite to steal the host’s thunder. Do you agree,
Fitz?’ Camila continued babbling. She pouted crossing her arms to hide her
hands under her armpits, making her Elsa Tutu dress ruffle. ‘Maybe if Lucy
C. decides to be Anna I can talk to Mum again and explain to her that it would
be nice to have both sisters at the party.’ She twisted a lock of her long hair
much like Lizzy did when she was pensive. ‘Today is not a good day to discuss
this with Mum, though.’ She said trudging behind Darcy as he walked to the
lunchroom to kiss the boy’s forehead before greeting their tutor. Although they
had studied in Rio’s British school, they still needed guidance studying in
England.
Camila took
a seat and returned to her own homework, the pout over the costume conundrum
still visible.
‘Why it’s
not a good day, Doll?’ He asked amused. When his own daughters were this age he
didn’t have time – or chance – to participate on their routine this close. Now
he was happy to be an active father figure.
‘Can you
help me find something wicked to put on my Falkland Islands essay?’ Tom asked
Darcy.
‘Wicked?’
He smiled. ‘Sure!’
‘In the
library? My teacher said she can smell a Google search from miles away…’ He twisted
his nose.
Darcy
nodded.
‘Her head
is not feeling right.’ Camila said.
‘’She has a
migraine’ would be better said, Cami.’ The tutor said.
The girl
nodded at the woman and looked back at Darcy. ‘She felt really weird.’ Camilla
continued. ‘I’ll check on her.’ She swung her legs to the side and was about to
jump from her chair when the tutor held her arm and shook her head. Her shoulders
sagged and the girl turned back to the table.
‘Migraine?’
Darcy asked perking up. ‘Mum is sick?’
‘Mhum.’
Both the kids said and sighed.
‘Mrs. Darcy
called me early to pick up the kids today because she wasn’t feeling well and
wanted to come straight home.’ Miss Jennings said.
Darcy
pivoted on his heels to practically run upstairs. His wife was sick and he
wasn’t by her side, what a fool! He didn’t call her the whole day because he bounced
from a meeting to another, he didn’t even send her a lousy text for God’s sake!
When he
opened their room’s door, he knew she was worse than he thought. The room was
pitch black, a cool wind coming from the half-closed study windows and in complete
silence. He took off his jacket and folded it on her reading chair by the
window, rolled up his sleeves, took off his shoes and tip-toed to the bedroom.
‘Love?’ He
whispered but got no answer.
Lizzy
sensed a disturbance in the Force as soon as Darcy closed the door behind him.
She loved that man deeply, but he was subtle as an elephant. She turned her
neck gingerly not to displace the cooled gel mask and peeked at the bedside
clock. She groaned silently.
‘My Love?’
He repeated coming closer and, in her head, she begged him not to climb on the
bed.
‘Yes.’
Lizzy answered not moving a muscle more than necessary.
Sure enough, he climbed
on the bed making her head drown in a tsunami of pain.
Darcy
leaned in to peck her lips. ‘How are you feeling?’
Lizzy
smiled weakly. ‘Like crap.’
‘I’m sorry,
Love. I didn’t know you were sick.’ He said feeling very guilty.
She
shrugged and repented immediately. ‘Migraine.’ She sighed as her kids had just
done.
‘Did your
boss give you a hard time again?’ Darcy asked in a low voice, still leaning
over her face. He wanted to stroke her hair but he already knew that his sole
competitor was Mr. Migraine who took all of her when he visited. Especially her
head was strictly out of reach. ‘I think it’s time to chance jobs, Love. If
it’s not working out, ask for a transfer. Or quit.’ He said in a firm tone.
‘No…’ Lizzy
whispered in a coarse voice and cleared her throat. ‘I didn’t even see the guy
today. And I’m not close to my period either…’ She said miserably, still ramrod
straight in bed with her eyes closed. ‘I don’t know what triggered this
attack.’
‘Lizzy,
let’s find some medical advice again?’ He asked. ‘This migraine seems too severe.’
‘Mmmm…’
Lizzy pouted. ‘I already did lots of exams once. It’s stress related.’ She
raised her gel mask to her forehead blinking to dark adjust. ‘And my back also
doesn’t help. I haven’t run for a few days due to this rain… maybe that’s the
problem. Or the new bra I got, it’s pretty tight on my shoulders…’
‘Still.
I’ll ask my secretary to schedule you an appointment.’ He pecked her again.
‘Have you taken any painkillers?’
‘Yes, two
hours ago, but it’s still not helping.’ She answered.
‘Can I get
you anything?’ He asked lovingly. She shook her head and winced. He winced with
her.
‘The kids?’
She asked.
‘Homework.
Their warden won’t let them escape easily.’ He was glad to see her smile at his
joke. ‘I’ll take a shower. Call me if you need me.’
Lizzy was
about to nod but refrained. ‘Ok.’ She repositioned her gel mask and prepared
for the unmerciful attack of their closet’s light.
When Darcy
was about to finish his shower he heard the door open and Camila babbling.
‘Don’t follow
me in, Cami. Fitz’ in the shower.’ Lizzy said in a tired voice. She entered the
large bathroom, rummaged the cabinet, took a painkiller blister pack, a bottle
of water and a new gel mask from the mini fridge under their vanity and
returned to the walk in closet. All the while Darcy could hear the small girl’s
voice.
He finished
his bath, toweled and put on some comfortable clothes to go rescue his beloved
wife.
---
Almost two hours
later, the kids’ homeworks were finished, the unwanted Frozen movie on, The
Falkland Islands properly wicked and the three of them properly fed; Darcy took the soup he had asked to be
prepared for Lizzy and told the kids to come say goodnight to Mum before
retiring in a half hour.
He walked
cautiously upstairs balancing the tray carefully not to make a mess of the
pretty dressing the Cook put up for the Mrs. –what was especially tricky when
he needed to manage the door and move inside the darkened room. Once inside, he
put it down on her side table.
‘Love.’ He
whispered leaning over her. By her heavy breathing, he knew she was sleeping.
‘Wake up, Love. Have some soup.’
‘Mmmm?...’
Lizzy mumbled.
‘You took a
lot of pills, you need to eat something.’ Darcy said.
‘It smells
nice.’ She mumbled again not bothering to open her eyes.
He took the
now lukewarm gel mask from her eyes, also the one on the floor to restore both
items in the bathroom mini-fridge. ’I’m going to turn on the closet’s light.’
‘Ok.’ She
said.
‘You sound
better.’ He said from inside the closet, on his way to their bathroom.
‘I feel
better.’ She gingerly tried to stretch her hands and feet. “Ok, it doesn’t hurt.” She thought. She stretched her back and
shoulders. “Still not feeling crappy.” The
absence of the excruciating pain encouraged her to stretch her arms over her
head and move her neck. “Ok. Not that
cured yet.” She thought wincing audibly.
‘Better but
not over it, right?’ Darcy asked coming back into the room.
‘Nasty
hangover, it seems.’ Lizzy twisted her nose. ‘What is this?’ She asked
motioning the tray with her head. ‘The smell is very nice.’
‘Seat up.’
He asked taking a seat beside her and leaning over to steal a kiss and arrange
pillows under her back. ‘Cook said it’s a ‘pick me up soup’ that you would
approve.’ He smiled. Barely a month after she moved in, Lizzy had threatened
the Cook with horrendous torture if she kept serving such delicious food.
Although Darcy didn’t see it, she said she was getting really really fat
because the food was absolutely marvelous.
‘Mmmm… I’m
hungry.’ She said and reached out for the tray. ‘Green soup cannot smell this
nice. Did she add green colorant to a bacon and potatoes soup?’ Lizzy asked
suspiciously and squinted when he turned on her bedside lamp.
Darcy
chuckled. ‘No. I saw her chopping onions, spinach and watercress. I swear.’
‘Wow!’ She
said after tasting it. ‘Damn that woman to the lowest pits of hell for cooking
like this.’
He smiled.
‘I ordered this toast though. A grass
soup is not enough after all the pills you took.’
Lizzy
sighed dismayed. The gorgeous cheese toast looked irresistible and she knew
that when she tasted it, it would be as delicious as it promised to be.
‘Cheddar?’
‘Mozzarella.
The richest we had at home. Think about the sage leaf on top and eat it.’ Darcy
ordered and nodded when she took a bite closing her eyes in delight.
He got up
and moved to his side of the bed with their tablet. ‘It’s good we hid this
tablet from the kids. How long until they find out we keep this one in my
nightstand?’ He asked loading his e-mails.
‘Diana
already found out.’ Lizzy said between bites, referring to Darcy’s youngest
daughter, now seventeen years old.
He groaned.
‘She was
here with me the other day and opened you drawers looking for a book or
something.’ Lizzy raised her eyebrows. ‘We have to watch what we store in these
drawers.’
‘Let’s find
another place to hide it.’ He nodded. ‘Ah, we were invited to a party at the
Bingleys’.’ He pointed at the small
screen.
Lizzy
groaned and they chatted while she finished the soup and toast. The kids came
in to say goodnight and stayed for a few minutes while the nanny made their
beds.
Tom
snuggled beside Lizzy to watch one last cartoon and Camila tortured Darcy with
her endless stickers’ collection. Of course, it was his fault since he was to
one who bought her new packages almost every day.
Lizzy still
felt a bit numb, the back of her head was sore and her limbs felt heavy as if
she was moving in quicksand but it didn’t stop her from noticing how appealing
her husband was. Darcy was wearing a simple t-shirt and sweatpants that
outlined his body when he moved quickly. She could perfectly notice his baggage
through the pants.
Before her,
he was too stiff, always impeccably dressed and in shoes even at home. Lizzy
gave him a shock of coziness, she taught him to relax and enjoy killing time.
Also, she had inspired him to lose weight and work out. To her eyes, he was
even more handsome now that he was her husband then when they were lovers. He
was hot.
Darcy was
laughing at his stepdaughter’s confusion over the stickers. It took her some
time to figure out where to place them but he enjoyed the activity because it
gave his guilt of not having had such moments with his daughters some solace. He
got up to fetch a bottle of water and when he came back to the small table near
their window, he glanced at Lizzy in bed out of habit.
That look
she gave him, that special way of studying his figure made his whole skin
tingle and his dick twitch. “Good God!
Lioness on the hunt.” He thought. But how was that possible? She was still
sick, right? He sincerely hoped she was well enough.
‘Fitz. I
found it! It goes here!’ Lizzy’s daughter brought him from his stun. Without
noticing, he had stopped in the middle of the room locking eyes with Lizzy.
The cartoon
still had at least ten minutes to end, so Lizzy took this time to try and think
straight. Migraine hangover was kicking in, she felt a little dizzy, tired,
slightly confused. She was not quite healed although feeling much better and
wondered if she was developing a new postdrome symptom: sexual desire.
She blinked
a few times and tried to watch who Batman was saving on TV, but a hot man in black
wings was nothing to the hot man seating on the table by the window. He had
noticed her intentions, she could tell. He glanced back at her every few
minutes, each time with a more intense look. Could she endure a physical
exertion after a migraine attack?
She had
never tried it before. Once or twice she tried swimming after a migraine but
the tight cap was impossible to endure, however only lounging in water waiting
for her body to wear off the hangover symptoms was bearable. But sex?
Of course,
it didn’t have to be a gymnastics exhibition, contortionist spectacular sex;
just… cozy love making. “No… that feels
warm and warm is awful for my headache.” Lizzy thought feeling her body
respond negatively. When she was under an attack, she needed to feel the bite
of sharp ice to dissolve the ache, that’s why she was addicted to the gel
masks.
She raised
her eyes to Darcy and he was looking at her. So hot, so handsome. Those slanted
eyes staring back at her so intensely, his body taut. Sharp. “We can do cozy some other time.” She
concluded.
But
seriously?
Could she?
Lizzy
untangled from her baby boy and gingerly put her feet on the ground, testing
her abilities.
Darcy
immediately perked up. ‘Are you up to it?’
Lizzy
averted her eyes to him. ‘I guess.’ She stood up and walked to the closet and
bathroom. Balance was ok. She could stand lights if dimmed. The cold bathroom
floor felt nice, that could be a possibility. Her face did not help though; it
looked as wrung out as she felt. Nor did the alien face printed on her big
t-shirt dress. At least she had no bra on and small panties. She wondered if
Darcy had noticed that.
“Wash your face; take off the makeup, brush
your teeth, comb your hair. Then we’ll see.” She told herself mentally.
Once the
grooming task was completed, she felt somewhat refreshed. And craving a… bath.
‘Batman is
over, Mum.’ Tom whined from the bathroom door.
‘Bedtime, sweetie.’
She answered.
‘Are you
feeling better?’ He asked coming closer to hug her waist, his head now reaching
her breasts. She smiled seeing how tall he was and remembering when he could only
hug her knees.
‘Yes,
Tommy.’ Lizzy kissed his hair. ‘Much better. Did you complete you homework with
Miss Jennings’ help?’
He nodded.
‘Fitz helped a lot too.’ He looked up at her smiling face. ‘He found some
wicked newspaper clipping in the library. He said his grandfather donated cash
for the 82 war!’
‘Mmmm… I
remember that.’ Lizzy pressed her lips. ‘I was ten and was afraid my dad would
be called to help.’
‘Really?
Was he in the army?’ The boy was suddenly interested.
‘He wasn’t.
It didn’t even get close to us is Brazil. England crashed Argentina in a few
strikes.’ She said.
‘I pretty
much wrote that.’ He said.
‘Good. Then
we’ll have another ace to celebrate soon.’ She smiled at his boyish face.
‘Can I
sleep with you today?’ He asked.
“Holy crap, no!” Lizzy tried to disguise her horror. ‘No, sweetie.
You have such a lovely room now. Big and full of toys, all your stuff is there…
Turn on some of your fancy hidden lights…’
‘You let me sleep with you all the time when we lived in Rio.’ He pouted.
Lizzy
pressed her lips together. How much time she dedicated to Darcy was something
that always tugged her heart. Before marrying him, she spent so much more time
with her kids simply because Wickham was always away working aboard the
hospital ship. Her relationship with the kids was based on his absence,
inadvertently she taught them to cling on her. ‘We three slept on my bed only when your dad was
travelling.’ She answered hardening her voice.
‘Fitz never
travels.’ Tom attested and waited for his mother to comment. When she didn’t,
he continued. ‘When he does, he takes you with him.’
‘I’m
escorting milady to bed.’ Darcy said from the bedroom and the girl giggled
loud.
‘You, Cami,
Diana and Danielle… We all travel together often.’ Lizzy said. ‘You are tired,
sweetie. Let’s go to bed. I’ll try to arrive early at your school tomorrow
afternoon so I can watch you play, ok?’
His small
face lit up. ‘Swear?’
She nodded.
---
‘Both in
bed?’ Darcy asked with his toothbrush in his mouth seeing Lizzy enter their
bathroom through the mirror.
‘Mhum.’ She
nodded leaning on the doorframe.
They locked
eyes for a minute or so. Darcy was a little sad to notice the lioness had
quieted slightly. ‘I’ll go kiss Tom goodnight.’
Lizzy shook
her head. ‘Don’t bother. He was already half asleep when I adjusted his
underbed lights.’
He spit and
rinsed his mouth. ‘Ah, he’s got the whole safari scenario tonight?’ She nodded
and smiled. ‘We should have told Jane to give us underbed lights too.’
She
chuckled. ‘That would make our goodnight kisses interesting…’
‘How’s your
head?’ He asked turning to face her.
She
shrugged. ‘Not as bad as before.’
‘But does
it still hurt?’ He insisted. “Please say
no.”
She shook
her head and winced. ‘I’m mostly hungover.’
He nodded.
His wife there, mere meters away from his reach, braless, a white t-shirt that
shadowed her sexy trim figure. He could bet she had a naughty pair of knickers
on.
Unless she
invited him, he wouldn’t impose on her even though he was barely keeping his
shit together.
‘I’m well but
not… fully functional yet.’ She said and pushed from the frame. He nodded. ’You
know, there’s something I’ve never tried to help this after-effect.’
Darcy
swallowed. ‘I noticed your, hum… earlier, just now…’
‘You
noticed I was horny?’ She asked and took off her dress over her head. ‘How
about a massage?’
He mimicked
her and took off his t-shirt. ‘Let me get you into bed.’
‘No.’ She
said gluing their bodies, her hardened nipples making his chest hair stand.
‘Nothing warm other than you.’ He kissed her shoulder putting some pressure on
his lips and she shrunk back. ‘And nothing from here up.’ She said motioning
her shoulders.
‘Other than
your lips.’ He whispered capturing her in a kiss. She nodded already lost in
his mint-flavored mouth. At this time at night, his face was scratchy and his
eyes looked a little more downcast than they normally were. That state of
homely intimacy further aroused Lizzy because she knew he was all hers, she was
the only one to see him that way, to take advantage of him when he lowered all
his defenses. Not even his first wife had seen him this way.
Darcy
palmed her lower back to bring her hips into his and she wiggled to cause some
friction. At this stage of warming her up, he would caress a lot more than grab
but his caressing zone was prohibited. Unable to hold her head, he squeezed one
of her butt cheeks with his other hand.
He turned
them to sit her on the vanity and she opened her legs to let him get closer. As
he did, she caressed his stomach on her way into his boxers.
‘I love it
when I get you like this…’ She whispered into his ear, closing her grip around
his shaft. ‘Hardening… not rock hard yet but so close…’
He chuckled
sexily holding her by her thighs and leaning to kiss her. After a nibble on her
lips, he caressed her face with her nose. ‘Can I do that?’ He asked. She
nodded. He moved caressing her ear. ‘This too?’ She nodded again. The tip of
his nose found the back of her ear and he smelled her hair before licking. ‘And
this?’
‘Yes…’
Lizzy whispered letting her fingers tangle in his pubic hair.
Darcy moved
one hand from her thigh to a breast and spent time on her nipple. ‘And-‘
‘Yes!’ She
answered before he asked, giving him a squeeze.
His other
hand found her panties.
‘Please!’
She said before he said anything.
He chuckled
in her ear before returning to her lips. Now he was rock hard but, as she was
not as wet as he knew she usually got, he changed hands caressing her boob with
his wet fingers and smearing his other directly in her juices.
She writhed
and instinctively leaned back bringing him with her, but unfortunately losing
her grip on his shaft.
Her
migraine gave her a warning shot and she straightened up. ‘This is not working,
Love.’
Darcy
frowned and thrust a full finger inside her. Lizzy closed her eyes and let out
a tortured moan. Who could have said that she would learn to like a fingerfuck
after a lifetime not appreciating the pleasure it could bring to a woman. Her
first husband used to fumble too much and it made her impatient. Darcy knew
exactly what to do inside her panties – with his hands, dick, tongue, eyes.
‘It is.’ He
said.
She
adjusted her butt and raised a thigh to his waist. ‘I meant this position…’ She
said in a breath. ‘My back is hurting.’
‘Ah.’ He
said not bothering to take off his finger. ‘Floor?’ He asked. Normally, he
would never suggest such a place to make love to his wife. Normally, he
wouldn’t have his finger buried inside her afraid that if he moved she would
ask him to stop.
‘Shower?’
She offered.
‘Better.’
He moved his finger intending to take it off but she was so irresistible that
he put it in again and brought his other hand to her clit while she clung to
his arms. Seeing her almost naked, his big hands inside her small knickers,
legs wide opened to give him space, nipples hard and pointing up, her breath
quickened; he thanked heavens for giving him the opportunity to marry her –
even if he had to steal her from someone else.
To Lizzy,
the view was equally arousing – no, it was sexier since she could see his shaft
pointing forward inside his sweatpants. She pulled him to her by his arms and
kissed him, her migraine forgotten, the hangover giving space to lust.
Soon one finger
was not enough and he wanted to thrust two so he grudgingly took his hands away
bringing her panties down. He lowered his pants’ waist, stepped on it before
delicately holding her hand to bring her to the shower.
Lizzy
entwined their fingers following him into the stall, taking her time to admire
him as he turned on the water spray. When he was satisfied with the temperature
– more cold than warm – he brought her to him, entwined their other hands and
brought her arms to her back. That way, she was locked in a love embrace,
incapable of escaping.
She opened
her legs to fit his dick between and closed them shut to cause as much friction
as possible. He let the water wet her hair before ducking for her lips in a
delicious battle, their naked torsos glued and water pooling between her
breasts pressed against him.
‘I’m crazy
for you.’ She whispered.
‘Good.’ He
answered in an urgent breath. His hands let go of hers to find her butt crack
and a boob.
She
chuckled. ‘You are so conceited!’ She leaned back to look at his face but he
lowered to suck her breasts. ‘Your Highness is so spoiled… oh…’ She sighed.
‘Move,
Love.’ He ordered. She immediately started moving her hips back and forth
caressing his dick between her closed legs, her hands clawing his shoulders.
‘So hot…’ He moaned between sucks on her nipples.
‘Now, Love.
Please.’ She begged in a ragged breath and took a step to the side to lean her
back to the wall. The cold tiles Jane had picked for their new bathroom felt
nice on her back, but not as nice as the magnificent hard dick about to invade
her. She raised one leg for him to hold under her knee and he brought it high
above his waist, searching her lips for a searing kiss.
The bliss
of feeling his dick and tongue inside her was tainted by the discomfort of both
their weighs on her shoulder blades and neck. Lizzy tried shifting from one
side to another, stretching her neck this way and that but even Darcy could
sense that the strength her hands were grabbing his arms was not all desire.
She pushed
him away and forced her leg down to stand straight. ‘My neck.’ She said and he
nodded.
‘Let’s try
this.’ With a long hot kiss he turned her around so her back was under the
water spray. He massaged her shoulders gingerly, then her shoulder blades,
waist, lower back, ass and held her hips. ‘Brace yourself on the wall.’ He
whispered sexily making her tremble. ‘I’m making you sing, my Marquise.’
She
stretched her neck, palmed the wall making sure her neck and shoulders were
under the water and felt him point her ass upwards to angle it so he could
enter her slowly. Unhurriedly, inch my inch in one single thrust.
She did
sing. She sang the song he loved to hear, making his body vibrate to the sounds
of her moans and the sight of her sexy curves under the water. It wasn’t just a
fuck but it was very arousing to see his woman move under the water while he loved
her from behind.
Darcy even
tried to kiss her but forcing her neck sideways proved to be unbearable.
Deep down Lizzy
feared the migraine might strike back and kill this lovely buzz.
Lazily they
made love for several minutes. Eventually she raised her torso and held his
neck over her shoulder inviting his hand to her boob, moving and wiggling. Stretching
her back felt nice, especially while receiving such an expert massage.
He held for
as long as he could, and after letting go Darcy continued thrusting in fast
jerks until she followed him.
Both panting
but already separated, they continued hugging under the water, entwining
fingers while he kissed her shoulders.
‘How are
you feeling?’ He asked when they could breathe again.
‘Sexed up.’
She laughed.
‘Hungover?’
He insisted.
‘Much
better.’ She started to rinse her hair. ‘My head will feel funky until
tomorrow. My body is in heaven.’
‘Glad to
have helped.’ He grinned inside the shower, her shampoo’s perfume filling the
air around them.
‘Gosh, your
Highness!’ Lizzy complained. ‘How can someone be that conceited?’
He chuckled
and left the shower. ‘I’m the only man who looks forward to his wife’s
headache! And hangover!’
‘That’s so
bad!’ She complained again.
‘Are you
coming to bed?’ He asked while putting on his pijamas.
‘I have to
blow dry my hair first.’ She answered toweling herself. ‘If I sleep with it
wet… Mean migraine for days…’ She shuddered.
Darcy
nodded. He remembered when that happened in Paris, early on their relationship.
Poor Lizzy, he could tell she felt horrible but had to catch that flight home
to Rio. Twelve hours flying with a headache.
Sometime
later, her ears filled with the blow drier’s loud purr, she noticed a shadow
behind her and raised her eyes to the mirror. Darcy’s lips were moving but she
couldn’t read what he was saying. Lizzy frowned and turned off the noisemaker.
‘I said I
made the bed.’ He smiled mischievously.
Her frown
deepened but she forced herself to relax her face. In these postdrome times,
anything could bring the migraine back. Especially after hungover sex. However,
she was intrigued. His lips moved a lot more than to say ‘I made the bed’…
She nodded
anyway and hit the on button once more. As he didn’t leave, she asked ‘what’
with a head thrust and this time she read his lips perfectly.
‘I’m
absolutely insane for you.’
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