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Ce'Leste D'Riel
Va'Lan D'Riel
An'Lin D'Riel
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She'd eased Y’Roden down the hallway once he'd caught up to her and noted with pleased delight that they were actually neighbours before she unlocked the door to her own place and gently helped him in. Not once had she loosened her grip on his groin, gently teasing him along until she got them both inside. The door shut mostly and Summerlin shuddered, working swiftly to divest Y’Roden of the rest of his clothes. Her hands shook as she touched the muscles that defined his body and then she sank to her knees and kissed him, hungry to taste him. Her tongue tickled at him before her teeth dragged across his member and then she stood again, drawing her body slowly up against his. A shaky laugh escaped her.
"I'm sorry. I don't do this normally. Really. I usually garden, make tea and dispense good cheer." She kissed him, her hands slipping to his back and down to cup his buttocks. "You don't mind, do you?"
Duh.
Y’Roden seemed to attract aggressive women, not that he was complaining... either that or something about him made women aggressive... and he had a feeling that was the case here. He had leaned back against the door as Summerlin slid down his body, his weight shutting it the rest of the way. Emerald green eyes nearly rolled back in his head as her teeth brushed against him, his breath catching...
He realized he was still holding it when she slid back up him, and he let it out explosively just before she kissed him. "No," he growled out against her mouth, "I don't mind at all." He kissed her back, quite insistently, and then swept her up into his arms, heading right for the bedroom.
Chatting... riiiiiiiiiiight....
A flurry of black fur raced between Y’Roden’s feet as Ever made a fast exit from the bedroom and Summerlin bit back a chuckle. She rather liked being swept off her feet and suddenly she was more than extraordinarily glad she'd bought a new bed. It would have new memories and pleasures in it and damn the regrets.
"Sorry about the misleading bit about chatting," she said suddenly, kissing him rather insistently before she found herself on the bed. She stretched and nearly purred, arching her body up to meet his.
"I believe I'd like to make love with you until morning comes," she whispered. "Then perhaps continue through lunch."
Okay, they might need to eat somewhere in there, but Summerlin had a different sort of hunger to abate first and Y’Roden had awakened it in her. She found herself drowning in those green eyes of his and opened her body up to him.
Well, it had sort of been an open invitation, and Y’Roden wasn't the type to look a gift horse in the mouth. Wait... that didn't come out right.... anyway...
"Your wish is my command," Y’Roden murmured back, letting his hands roam over the softness of her skin, "Although I'm sure we will have to work breakfast in there at least." His mind was reeling a bit at the moment, things were happening fast... faster then he was use too... but he wasn't about to argue. She had the scent of herbs and massage oil about her... and the lingering scent of... soot?
Despite her forward demeanour he sensed an innocence about her, he wasn't her first, but perhaps her second? The realization shocked him a bit, but he found he rather liked the idea. His touch was gentle, and he rained kisses over her face, neck and breasts, teasing her softly into arousal as his hand slipped between her thighs.
Summerlin had to laugh. Breakfast would be good. And a real chat. Honestly. Later. Right now she was happy to give in to the passion wracking her body and she lifted up, encouraging him to explore her deeply. She winced only once, gentle as he was and found she was grateful. Her hands ran wildly over his body and she met his kisses whenever his lips returned to hers, and then cupped her breasts up to him, offering each as a sacrifice to his mouth. He was driving her utterly mad of course and somehow her hand trailed down to cup his manhood, her fingernails running around edges of his tip. She spread her legs further, gasping as she arched up again, her eyes making a silent plea for release. She liked what she saw in his eyes; past the passion and lust they were both feeling. There was a depth there. Oh gods there was a depth.
It occurred to him all at once who Summerlin's first husband had been, a vampire, a creature of the undead whose only warmth was stolen from the life of others. With that thought came another, how different it must feel to her to be with someone whose warmth was their own, who lived and breathed as she did.
His breathing was ragged with arousal, a growl escaping as her fingernails scraped over him. Pausing he looked into her eyes, brushing her strawberry blonde curls away from her face before he bent to kiss her. He entered her slowly, somehow well aware that it had been a very long time for her...
She growled back involuntarily and then sighed with relief as he finally entered her. She felt an immense tenderness for him when he brushed her hair away and kissed her. She silently mouthed his name, savouring it as she found a rhythm that matched his slow thrusts. A part of her couldn’t believe this was happening, was demanding that she stop and slow down and talk first. The rest was singing with a released joy. Summerlin closed her eyes and let Y’Roden guide her body, matching him and touching him with splayed fingers. And as she grew to a higher climax she dug her nails deeply into his back, a potent sign of how high she could go in his arms.
And such warmth… such sweet, living warmth.
She was one of the most beautiful women he had ever laid eyes on.... and every little sound Summerlin made as her body cleaved beneath him made her more beautiful in his eyes. Y’Roden was careful with her, afraid of hurting her, but driven by desire at the same time. Her nails in his back caused him to thrust deeper, and with a sudden wild cry he filled her with his warm seed.
"Aire rilma," he murmured into her hair, holding her close afterwards as their bodies shuddered through the aftershock. "Gods woman," he chuckled, "You are a hell of a conversationalist." Grinning he kissed her softly, quite content and not willing to move as of yet.
She didn’t want to move either, returning his kisses with a quiet contentment. Her body shook occasionally and she savoured the feel of him within her, how he’d finally taken his pleasure and filled her with a sweet life she’d not felt in ages.
She had to chuckle though.
“I suppose it simply means I like my discussions clear and to the point,” she nipped one pointed ear and wrapped her legs around him.
"Have I mentioned I like direct women?" Y’Roden asked with a rather cheeky grin, "Cause I do.... alot." His hand lightly caressed her side as he gazed into her sea green eyes, a thoughtful expression on his face. "How is it that Galain and An'Thaya have been together on and off for about two millennia and we have entirely missed one another up till now?"
His eyes softened a bit and his grin turned sheepish, "It seems the D’Riels just can't get enough of the Alcarin's." As if to stress his point he moved against her, he hadn't removed himself from her as of yet and his body was making its own statement on how it just couldn't get enough of her.
“No, you hadn’t mentioned that, though I’m not sure I gave you much time,” Summerlin replied at first. She liked that thoughtful expression on his face and gazed back, smiling at his next line of thought.
“I was married for a long while… then I simply stayed home in Alcarinque for the most part. I suppose we weren’t meant to meet until now.” She stopped speaking as he began moving and made a soft gasp, her own body reacting swiftly.
“Perhaps the Alcarins can’t get enough of the D’Riels either,” she managed to say as her body begged to be used again. She didn’t want him to be so gentle this time and her kiss on his lips was accompanied by the pressure of her teeth.
"I see where the marriage thing can put a damper on other relationships," he murmured against her lips, "And I was hoping you would say that." He was referring to the Alcarin's desire for the D’Riel’s of course.
Well they had managed a few sentences of conversation at least...
Rising up on his hands he took her more aggressively this time, responding to the movement of her body beneath his, using her cries of pleasure as gentle cues. Her name slipped from his lips, and he found he rather liked the sound; it had a musical whispery quality that echoed the personality of the woman in his arms.
Despite the ecstasy she was feeling Summerlin felt a chuckle rising in her throat.
“I am a one-man woman when I am… attached,” she managed to utter, rising hard up against his body. “D’Riels are so… gods!” She exclaimed involuntarily as he grew more aggressive, but it wasn’t of complaint, it was of excitement. And each time he said her name she arched up against him again, fiery images filling her mind and causing her to blush from head to toe. But strangely she didn’t feel shame. She felt something she fled from naming as she gave her body up to this Elven prince, a wet rush of pleasure meeting his thrusts. For a moment a mad desire overcame her and she wished… oh she wished… before she slapped such an incredibly selfish idea away.
Perhaps when they knew each other better.
As if they didn’t at least know each other’s bodies well already…
Summerlin cried out, stretching her arms above her head and meeting her lover’s thrusts with a joyful abandon, unmindful of pain as she used her body to entice him to further passion.
Y’Roden briefly wondered what the rest of that sentence was... but not for long. Summerlin's response to him was surprising, and stimulating. Her wild abandon was infectious, and the elf lost himself in her joy, finding his own in the strikingly beautiful Elen Princess.
His body lowered to cover hers, arms tightening around her, a sharp cry heralding his release. Y’Roden half sobbed into her neck, his warmth flooding her again within his near crushing embrace. "Gods," he gasped softly, "This is one hell of way to get to know someone..." He wanted to know more of her.... gods did he want to know her.... inside and out.
“It’s the best,” came her own whispered reply. She was far from tired or exhausted yet and she had a diabolical plan to determine just how long Y’Roden and she could pleasure each other before they utterly collapsed. Summerlin had no idea she could hunger so deeply for a man and the fire in her loins had her confounded and yet thrilled. Her hands found a way to his chest and she scraped her nails down his skin, flailing her arms wildly away when he filled her with his seed. She welcomed the assault and arched into his tight embrace, barely breathing until she needed to.
She urged him further into the night, encouraging him to grow bolder with her as the hours stretched onward.
Apparently the workout in the weight room had been unnecessary. By the early morning hours Y’Roden was sure he was done in, and was thanking the Goddess that he had been blessed with an Elven metabolism rather than human. Finally drained and sated, and praying that Summerlin was too, he collapsed on his back and drew her against him in a secure embrace.
"Have I mentioned that it’s a pleasure to meet you?" he murmured into her hair, chuckling softly. Somehow he fumbled for a blanket and pulled it over them, "Do you mind if I sleep over?" He was grinning like an idiot, his fingers wound into her soft strawberry blonde curls as he half drifted into dreamland. "I'd hate to be a bother," he added faintly.
Summerlin was rather done in herself, but she was triumphant and more than sated when at last he collapsed and drew her to him. She snuggled tightly up against him, wondering if she’d even be able to walk later on. She’d find out later she supposed.
Meanwhile.
“It’s an utter pleasure to meet you,” she replied with a chuckle, sighing when the blanket was pulled up to cover them. “Please… sleep over anytime… move what you need in…” She snuggled up to him again. “You’re the sweetest bother a woman could have.”
Gentle breathing soon followed.
Y’Roden woke to the warmth of the sun on his face, the light streaming through the window announcing midmorning. He lay still for a moment, listening to Summerlin's soft breathing as the events of the previous evening played through his mind. The warmth of her breath was tickling his chest and her skin was warm against his, a soft reminder of the pleasures they had shared.
The last words she had spoken before they had drifted off played through his mind again, and he realized with a start what she had offered. A smile tugged the edge of his lip, and the realization that he liked the idea of sharing more than one night’s pleasure with this woman made him grateful he was already lying down. It had been a long time since he had shared more than a bed with a woman, and somehow, although they had barely spoken as of yet, he felt there was more than a physical connection there.
Something else she had said brought a smile to his face as well.... it wasn't lunchtime yet... and breakfast could wait. Carefully rolling onto his side he kissed her lips, drawing a soft sigh from her. With slow deliberation he blazed a path of gentle kisses down her awakening body to the apex of her thighs. He could taste himself mingled with her there, and with growing desire he gave her the sweetest of wake up calls.
If she had to wake up she decided this was the best way to do it. Summerlin stretched and nearly mewed, opening her legs up further to her lover’s kisses. Her entire body tingled from his attentions and she opened her eyes slowly to the sunlight that filled the room. She was surprised by how late it was, but rather pleased. Her body had the feeling of having been used thoroughly, but lovingly and a new fire was kindling her loins yet again. She ran her hands down to tangle into his dark hair, passion gathering within her and dampening her womanhood.
“Hello,” she said in a voice made husky by sleep. She was grinning down at him, a wanton gleam in her eyes.
He decided she was definitely a morning person, but he didn't answer her right away, not until he managed to drive her over the edge and cry out. With a self-satisfied grin he slid up to give her a proper kiss good morning, his weight settling between her legs. "Good morning," he murmured, "Hungry?"
Oh yes, she was a morning person, not the malignant "Hallooo! It's Morning! Wake UP!" type, but the type who generally woke up with a slow smile and a gladness to know another day had come. That this morning she awakened to someone in bed with her and kissing her made it even better. Summerlin was fairly sure she could get used to this.
She lay beneath him, savouring the feel of his body atop hers and feathered her hands down his sides. A mad giggle escaped her when he asked if she was hungry. Why oh why did she suddenly envision sausages?
"Yes, love. I am." For food yes. For more of him, definitely. She wondered if there was a way to have breakfast and him too simultaneously. Hmmm...
Y’Roden wondered just what was so amusing, and raised a questioning eyebrow. He chuckled anyway and kissed her again, "Well then, I think breakfast in bed is in order. Wait here, I'll raid your kitchen." He paused and thought about that for a moment, "I mean. well, you know." He paused to kiss her again, groaning softly as he rose up off of her.
Grabbing a throw off the end of the bed he tied it around his waist, kissed her on the nose, and jogged off to find the kitchen. "Don't move!" he called back over his shoulder.
Well he found the kitchen without any difficulty, and remembering something she had said the evening before he started on tea first thing. He found some fresh fruit and cream, a few croissants, juice and yes, some sausages.
Whistling to himself he rustled up breakfast on a tray and headed back for the bedroom. Somewhere along the way he nearly lost the throw from around his waist and had to do an interesting little jig to balance the tray and save his laundry... but he managed.
Okay, she had died and crossed to the Blessed Isles or something here, Summerlin thought blissfully to herself. She watched his disappearing form and decided that throw had never looked so good as it did tied around Y’Roden’s waist.
She moved only slightly though, shifting back on the pillows, but not bothering to draw the sheets or comforter over herself. No… she wanted to feel the sunlight on her skin and greet this wonderful creature with the lazy smile that even now crossed her face. She twined a bit of hair around her fingers and sniffed appreciatively at the air.
Hmmm… he was a prince, a hell of a lover and Sweet Light, he could cook! Oh she had to have died, this was simply too perfect.
Y’Roden nearly dropped the tray when he stepped back into the room and caught sight of Summerlin basking in the sunlight. He simply gaped for a moment, his brain proudly announcing to him that yes, he had been sleeping with this perfect creature the entire night.
"Nya coirea oloore," he murmured half aloud before he crossed the room. Setting the tray on the bed he took her hands and drew her up to a sitting position, kissing her softly before he slipped in behind her and settled her back against his chest while he sat back against the headboard. Pulling a blanket around them he handed her a cup of tea and kissed her neck. "Its a simple enough breakfast, but I was in a hurry to get back to you," he chuckled. He held a strawberry to her lips while he nibbled at her earlobe...
Summerlin had chuckled when her eyes caught Y’Roden’s expression. And then she’d flushed with pleasure when he called her “my living dream”. And now she leaned back against him, arching her ear against his lips as she caught her teeth on the strawberry.
Then she saw the sausages and broke out into laughter.
“Oh you had to cook those!” She leaned forward and speared one up with the fork and then leaned back again, turning slightly to gaze up into his face as she took a slow bite. She raised one eyebrow before she kissed him and offered him a strawberry.
Y’Roden let her feed him the strawberry and wriggled his eyebrows at her while he chewed. "I had a feeling you had a craving for sausages," he grinned, "I get the strangest generalized impressions from you from time to time."
He kissed the tip of her pointed ear and picked up his glass of juice. Watching her take a bite of that sausage was certainly an interesting experience... Tightening his grip around Summerlin's waist he hugged her close, breathing in the scent of her hair. "I rather like it."
She chuckled when he waggled his eyebrows and she moved up to kiss him again, tasting the fruit against her lips.
“I crave sausages, yes.” She said with a small laugh. She thought about the generalized impression he was receiving from her and she smiled, turning fully into him. Breakfast remained untouched but for their small forays into the food and she reached back for another sausage. She liked how he gripped and hugged her and she sighed into his ear before offering up the food.
It was just as he bit into the sausage that she slowly levered herself upon his member.
That generalized impression all of a sudden became very clear. Y’Roden’s hands grasped Summerlin's waist as she lowered herself onto him, and suddenly he lost all interest in breakfast. Drawing her forward he kissed her breasts, teasing softly as she rocked her body onto him.
He suddenly wondered what he had done to win the affection of the Elen Princess. Certainly his goofy flip off of the bench press hadn't been it. He pushed himself deeper into her, gasping in pleasure. "Gods woman," he turned emerald eyes up to meet sea green pools, "Why me? Of all those you must have to chose from... why me?"
She was utterly focused on this Elven man, utterly desirous of his release within her body, and Summerlin pushed her breasts against his mouth, a strange ache in her groin moving slowly up her body as she felt her passion grow stronger. She continued to rock upon him, taking his manhood fully within her body until she thought she would scream and when she did speak it was very carefully.
"Why you?" She shuddered and encouraged him to let loose. She had no idea how ready she was for his seed and perhaps he didn't either. She only knew that if she took any more of him she might die.
And so she pushed further down, groaning as she did so. She felt a proper whore and gloried in it before she opened her eyes to this one she was quickly coming to love. She leaned into him and rubbed her breasts against his chest, her breath coming in broken gasps.
"You are the only one that has made me laugh, has made my soul suddenly sing. You are the only one I would think to bring to my bed. You are the only I've met I would glad do anything for. I believe I am quite capable of utterly loving you." She stared at him with clear eyes before she suddenly stiffened, a hard climax overcoming her. Breakfast was utterly forgotten as she fell against Y’Roden and cried out.
The sincerity behind her words struck him full on, and sent him over the edge with her, his arms catching her and pulling her hard against him as he rose up into her. He didn't question the sudden emotion that had sprung up between them, his parents had loved at first sight, so he was a firm believer in such things. Crying out in release he crushed her to him, losing himself in her body as he breathed in the scent of her hair.
Rolling her to the side he spread her out on the bed, pinning her arms above her head as he relentlessly took her again. "I think I could love you too...." Gods... he certainly wanted too... He felt as if someone had cast a spell over his heart... a charm he wasn't in any hurry to try to break.
She gave herself up to him, loving him back and letting him take her as he wanted. She stretched beneath him, offering herself up to whatever he wished. Yes, she’d heard that indecisive “could” word, but she didn’t mind. Each time he took her she knew he was hers and she was his. She arched her body up against him and flickered a slight dare in her eyes.
“Harder, m’love,” she said in a husky whisper. “Fill me and use me, melda,” she murmured, her body losing itself in a mad frenzy of a climax that shunted his seed deeply within her.
And life was born, sparked by their union of bodies and hearts.
If he had known Y’Roden would have been more than surprised, and pleased. As it was he felt a distinct shift in the Aethyr, and while he wondered at it, he wasn't quite sure what it was. He simply obeyed his lover, responding to her desire with an equal amount of his own, making her his beyond question with an intensity that surprised even him.
Yes, he was well aware it was a little late for his heart, but he wasn't about to admit it just yet. He expressed it with his hands, his mouth, and his body, telling her without a doubt that yes, he loved her... It was sudden, it was surprising, and it was completely. His soul reached out for hers, twining around her light and carefully hiding the dark shadow in his own.
It seemed they had eventually fallen asleep again and when Summerlin awakened it was to find a strawberry flattened under Y’Roden’s nose. She gazed at him a moment, trying to hold in the momentary mirth until she couldn't any longer and she curled in against him and giggled into his ear.
And then she was up, heading toward the bathroom, a warm smile on her face.
When Summerlin re-entered the bathroom for perhaps the second time ever she was again struck by its spaciousness. But this time she wasn't so... awed by it. She just hummed as she began the shower, found where she'd stored the towels and began to rinse herself down. The scent of lavender and roses misted into the air as she thought about Y’Roden. In so many ways he was the exact opposite of Justavius. But in one way he was startlingly the same. He hid something deep within him.
Summerlin opened her eyes and leaned against the tile of the shower and considered this small bit of information and then put it away for now. They'd known each other for less than 24 hours and knew each other's bodies more intimately than each other's souls. She hoped that would change in due time.
Well yes, there was a strawberry under his nose, and it happened to be right smack dab in the middle of Summerlin's cleavage. Such a delightful place for a berry... such a delightful spot for a nose.... well, his, not hers... that was just a scary thought.
Rolling onto his back he enjoyed the sight of her backside as she wandered off to the bathroom. It was made all the more appealing by the jiggle caused by the giggle.
She returned from her shower feeling refreshed, but still thoughtful, though her face lit up when she surveyed Y’Roden still in her bed. She had to chuckle again at the sight of the aborted breakfast.
She dressed slowly, finding a simple skirt and blouse, and a pair of comfortable shoes. When she turned around to face Y’Roden again she was plaiting her hair carefully as she again surveyed the mess of sheets and food.
"Tea, love? Sandwiches? Something? I have to cater a pool party and need to work out the details a bit, though I'd like to be with you all day," she told him, finishing the braid at last. It trailed past her waist and downward, her hair a reflection of whatever light shown upon it. She regarded her emerald-eyed lover, still haunted by the dark mystery that lay within them. When at last she tore her eyes away it was only because she was certain she was going to drown.
Y’Roden watched with an air of contentment that surprised him as Summerlin braided her hair and dressed. "Sandwiches sound good," he smiled, rising up from the bed. He enveloped her in a tight embrace and kissed her softly, "Since breakfast went the way of the wind." He sighed and ran his fingers down over the braid, "You are an unexpected wonder," he said softly.
Tilting her chin up he smiled into her eyes and kissed her again, "I am going to go take a shower, then I'll be right out to help you with lunch... and consider me your willing servant for the day," he grinned, "I'll give you a hand with things."
She could make sandwiches. Yes... yes she could. She fell into his embrace and accepted his kiss and then stared into into his eyes.
"And you... you are a wonder," She murmured. Then she grinned a little evilly. "Would it mess you up to know there is nothing on beneath this blouse and skirt? That you can give me a hand with whatever you want? That I intend to make you my servant in everything?"
Oh it was fun doing this. She kissed him again, pulled away and pulled a shoulder of her blouse down before hiking her skirt up and winking.
"Go take your shower, my love. I'll get the catering plans going."
Oh this was fun.
His brain shorted out... his jaw dropped and he probably looked like a complete idiot, but that was besides the point.
"Cater me," he blurted, not sure what it meant, but meaning it whole-heartedly.
Somehow his hands made their way onto her blouse, just making sure she was telling the truth about nothing being under it of course. Ooooooooh... she was a good girl, she hadn't lied.... His arm encircled her waist as he pulled her to him, his lips meeting hers as hand slid up the inside of her thigh, seeking an answer to the second question.
Bad Elf...
He had this look in his eyes that told Summerlin she'd done good. She'd happily cater him.
"Shall we go buffet style?" She said with a laugh before she melted into his kiss. She arched when his hand made contact beneath her skirt and let the other side of her blouse slip down.
Hmmm, the catering plans might have to wait. So might Y’Roden’s shower.
And this was a bad thing?
Not by a long shot.
She made love to him with most of her clothes on -- just most.
Apparently Y’Roden preferred her A La Carte... but she didn't seem to be complaining. And the partial clothing thing was rather... stimulating. He was thoroughly enjoying this woman, and was rather sure he wasn't ever going to get enough or her.
He let his soul brush against hers for a moment, and it was then that he discovered something rather startling. "Oh gods!" he blinked, then laughed hysterically, "You're with child." Was he beaming? Why yes... he was....
Summerlin's eyes widened and she stared in absolute surprise. Her hand snaked down to her abdomen and she went utterly still.
"I am..." She said at first. Then her fuses blew. "How did that happen?"
Okay, so the Elen Mage was allowed a momentary lapse in intelligence. And then suddenly she was grinning from ear to ear as she leaned in to kiss him.
"Do you mind?" She asked, her heart skipping a beat.
Y’Roden blinked rapidly, then laughed, the little fringe of hair between his eyes shaking madly. "Do I mind? Not at all," he grinned and picked her up off her feet, spinning her around and laying her out on the bed. "I've never been an Atto before...." He blinked again, then kissed her softly, "Congratulations Amil to be."
Summerlin's smile was one of absolute joy. Nonplussed, awestruck, pure joy. Her head spun briefly as he twirled her around and then she laughed and drew her arms around his neck and kissed him back.
"I've never been a mother before. Not like this," she told him. Her eyes were dancing as she stared into his and she was again struck by how completely they'd fallen into each other's arms. Her heart had quit skipping beats and suddenly she felt the most encompassing love for this elf. She had no idea how the wellspring for this passion had so overflowed, but she was thankful and excited, amazed and...
"And to think you thought to get yourself a little exercise time," she told him suddenly with a laugh, loving it when he smiled back. She traced the curve of his lower lip and kissed him again.
Y’Roden chuckled softly and drifted into her kiss for a moment before he drew his head back again, "Well, I'm certainly not suffering from lack of exercise am I?" He wriggled his eyebrows at her and moved to run his hand lightly over her abdomen, a look of quiet pleasure on his face. Something had quietly shifted within his soul, and his heart beat a little faster with the knowledge of it.
"Well my love," he smiled, "I am going to go take that shower." He cupped her face and studied eyes for a moment before he chuckled again and moved off the bed, "I'm going to be a Father," he said in a rather bemused tone as he wandered sans clothing towards the bathroom.
She watched him walk naked to the bathroom and her smile went a little wicked for a moment.
"Oh no, you certainly aren't lacking," she murmured. Then she chuckled. Yes, he was going to be a father. Ohh... she was going to be a mother...
Summerlin's eyes went large for a moment before she finally gathered herself together and straightened her clothes. She meandered into the kitchen and dining room then, carrying the abandoned tray from yesterday.
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