*A/N, This chapter is a little longer than usual, but it felt apt to cram it all in seeing as its Christmas, so merry Christmas my lovelies x*
"Can you see him yet?" Gary sounds more excited than Ethan as my two leading men sit in the large bay window of the lounge gazing up at a cloudless Christmas Eve sky. It's only about 5 O'clock in the evening, but dark enough for Ethan to assume otherwise.
"There!" The toddler extends a small finger, pressing it against the cool glass as he staggers to his feet, wobbling on Garys thighs.
"There?!" Gary gasps, grabbing Ethan round the waist and leaning over his shoulder. "Where? Daddy can't see!"
Ethan collapses immediately into a fit of proud laughter as he falls backwards toppling against Garys chest. "Joking daddy! Joke! Joke!"
An appalled gasp leaves Gary in a gush, his smile widening. "Don't trick me like that Monster! You got my hopes up!"
As I watch from my spot in the doorway, I smile shamlessly as Garys relentless fingers begin to tickle Ethan mercilessly, shrill sounds of tormented delight piercing the room. He catches my eye and his beams again as he hauls Ethan up to his chest, laughing loudly and squeezing him until he screams once again in hysteria. Blowing a kiss against Ethan's head, Gary leans close enough to him to whisper something that I can't hear before setting the toddler down onto solid ground. Immediately, Ethan begins tottering towards me, stumbling enough for me to lower myself to my knees, just so I could catch him if he were to fall. When he reaches me, he grabs my hand.
"Come see Father Christmas mumma!" Flashing a smile that much resembles one of his fathers, Ethan tugs at my hand, leaning me towards the perch by the window.
"Have you seen him yet?" Indulging myself in the childhood pretence, I grin at Gary, who's sparkling eyes shine back at me and I haul myself up to meet him, nestling between his jeans clad legs before I go to pull Ethan up after me. But the toddler shakes his head in determined response.
"I no need see him again mumma." He explains with perfect precision of each word. "Me an' 'Lizbeth already see."
"You've already seen Father Christmas?" I gape, and Ethan nods surely.
"I go play now." He smiles again before turning on his less that steady feet and disappearing into his toy corner. For a second i continue to watch him as he seemingly converses with the toy rabbit before disappearing under the coffee table.
"Mind your head Ethan." Gary admonishes before i have chance to open my mouth, but Ethan is too engaged in his own world to care.
"Youre so good with him." Smiling slowly, i extend my legs and stare down at my bare feet, resting on top of Garys, whos response is to wrap his hands around my waist, pulling me closer against him.
"Yeah." He nuzzles his nose under my ear, tickling me enough with his stubble for me to squirm and face him.
Garys hair is fluffy and unstyled, still slightly damn after his post workout shower. I dont even try to resist the urge to run my fingers though it, combing it backwards until he leans his head into my hands. His stubble is shorter than usual, but is apple green t-shirt seems to be reflected in his eyes as the sparkle more than ever. -Or maybe thats just Christmas.
"Its been quite a year hasnt it?"
I shift to face Gary completely as he speaks, and his hands take hold of the backs of my knees, pulling them over his thighs until my legs half over his and half around his waist. Tangled beyond all hope none the less.
"Its been a bit mad." I agree with a small nod, my mind debriefing the year at lightening speed. There was moving, and then Dads stroke, and after that Ethan got ill and Gary wasn't even there, and then there was the accident.. and the miscarriage. My brow caves as i wind myself with the memory. The pain.
"Oi." Gary moves a hand to poke my side. "Whats wrong?"
I shake my head, not willing to forget the ordeal, but not wishing to experience the pain just now either. "Nothing." Pasting on a grin, i slip my hands under the bottom of his t-shirt, running my fingers along the deepening grooves of his abs. My distraction ploy works and Garys eyes widen, his bottom lip falling away from the top.
"I really hope you like what iev got for you." The corners of his lips twitch into a slow, steady simper. My brows raise, knowing ill love it regardless.
"Gimmie a clue."
"No." Gary leads forward and kisses my nose. "Im giving you one tonight anyway."
"Oh really." My teeth sink over my bottom lip and i scold myself for feeling the flutter of excitement induced by the look in his eyes. Gary nods.
"As long as you give me one of mine."
Taking a second to consider the offer, and after a beat i decide what it is ill give him and agree. "Deal."
Ethan is bathed and ready for bed by half seven, and Gary and i stand over the cot as the restlessly overtired toddler makes his protest.
"No sleep!" He wails, his face reddening in desperation as he fists the rungs of the cot.
"Ethan." Garys voice is low and assertive, yet lanced with a trace of soft humour. "Its Christmas Eve, monster. I dont think now is a good time to be a naughty boy, do you? Me and mummy could just tell Santa not to come."
The crying stops instantaneously and Ethan gazes up through wet lashes, shaking his head and sniffling. "I sowwy."
I melt. Leaning over the cot and wiping his damp face before lying him back down. "Sleep now baby, the sooner you sleep the sooner Santa will have been. I love you lots."
And no sooner have i finished my sentence, is Ethans thumb in his mouth and his eyes closed.
Breathing a unified sigh of relief as we step out onto the landing, Gary takes my hand. When i look at him, hes grinning like a school boy.
"What?.." Eyeing him sceptically, my mouth twists into a slow smile.
Gary places a hand against my lower back, urging me towards the bathroom. "Go and have a shower."
Confused, i turn to face him. "What?"
"I want to give you your present. Because the sooner i give you yours, the sooner i can have mine." He clarifies, "But you should have a shower first."
My brow creases. "Whos benefiting from this present, your or me?"
Garys only response is to throw me a disarmingly wolfish grin, my backside earning a gratifying slap from the palm of his hand. "Go!"
Im out of the shower in a New York minute, but when i step foot into our bedroom theres nobody there. I do, however, note the neatly wrapped present left on my side of the bed. "Gary?" Theres no answer, and so i make my way over to the present and pick it up. Its a box, much to big to be any piece of jewellery, but not the right dimensions to be a shoe box. When i give it a small shake, the only sound im rewarded with is the crinkling of tissue paper. I give up and rip of the paper.
"I hope you like it."
The sound of Garys voice startles me as his arms slip around my waist.
"You just couldnt resist could you?" Wry amusement governs my tone as i stare at the Victoria's Secret box in my hands.
"Can you blame me?"
I choose not to stop him as he reaches forwards and pushes the lid from the box, neither of us care when it topples to the ground, what im faced with is far more interesting.
"Like it?" The brilliant red lingerie set is, of course, the perfect size. The understated and less is more design with the plain satin topped with red lace with a hint of sheen thread somehow makes it look classier than two pieces of translucent yet obscenely expensive fabric. "I do."
"You would." I arch an eyebrow and Garys tongue traces the shell of my ear.
"Put it on."
"Is there much point?" Placing the box on the bed, i turn to face him. Hes only wearing a pair of pyjama bottoms. "Youd only rip it off me ten seconds later... Id rather wear it tomorrow, when we go to your Mums, make you wait for the full impact."
Gary groans, his hands running from my hips to the bottom of my towel and i allow him to tug it away with ease. "You wouldnt."
"Do you want to try me?" My fingers toy with the shortened stubble of his left cheek and i reach up onto my tiptoes, pressing my body further into his, my mouth is close enough to Garys that i only have to breathe the words and his pupils dilate i response.
I dont wait for a reply, i dont need to. Garys mouth instantly slacks over mine, kissing me hard. His tongue takes advantage of my gasp for breath and pushes into my mouth, stroking against my own as his hands restlessly run lengths of my body, the tops of my thighs, my bum, my back, my shoulders, my face and arms, one hand fists in my hair, pulling my head back to give him the access to my mouth he desired, while the other slipped back down, his fingers kneading and greedy.
"I want my present." He grunts, panting when he pulls away for breath, moving his mouth to my neck and biting until my knees buckle.
"After you finish giving me mine." My hands move to the drawstring of his pyjama bottoms and i drop them after fumbling, frantically aroused, in the dim light, removing the soft cotton between my stomach and his hard length.
"Oh?" Garys tone is questionable, but undeniably as equally aroused as myself when he takes a strong step forward, dipping me down onto the bed. "This is part of your present now?"
"Yes." I groan when his hands pull my legs apart, anticipation goring at my core. When he stops, dead still, between my legs and stares down at me, i squirm under his heavy gaze, catching his hand and pulling it towards me.
"Come on."
"Youre so fucking beautiful. You know that dont you?" Gary moves to kneel further between my thighs, keeping my legs spread as he pulls my torso up against his. "Sit on my lap."
Obediently, i comply all to willingly, only our hot and heavy breaths can be heard as i pull myself up to straddle his thighs. I moan again when his lips find my neck, kissing and sucking and biting their way across my collar bone, up along my throat and back to my mouth which he claims as he always has done. Garys hands move from my back to by behind, lifting my up and i kneel to help him before he drops me suddenly, and with sudden precision, onto his erection.
"Shit!" My head flails backwards, the satisfaction of being so full nearly too much to take. Licking my lips, Gary moves his mouth and kisses my shoulder, only once, before pulling back to look at me.
"I love you." His face is twisted into a torment of delight and i want to groan again just looking at him. Slowly, and still perfectly inside me, Gary tips me back onto my back, following so closely his naked torso is still pressed against mine, his lips at my throat once more as his fingers interlock with my own, pulling them far above my head and pinning them there. "Ready."
"I always am." I pant, almost delirious with his suddenly leisure pace. Garys mouth twists into proud smirk before it envelopes mine once more.
"I know."
"Then move damn it!" I cry, kicking his perfect ass with the back of my heel and grinding my hips beneath him, desperately seeking any form of friction i can get. To my sheer delight, he does. Beginning at a relentless speed, dropping his pulling his hips to a pace i cant keep up with, and so i lie there, writhing beneath him, our skin hot and sticky and our breaths laboured and hard as Gary moves with purpose between my legs. Over and over again. His mouth not once leaving mine, and so my screams are muffled by the lashes of his tongue. Not once does he falter, his aroused determination to give me exactly what i want pushing him on, pushing me higher, and higher, the tension in my legs creeping upwards, the pressure of each driven thrust causing the pressure to build and build, brewing like a storm until i explode. Shattering into and unforgiving orgasm. My body shaking and pulsing with such ferocity i barely notice when Gary swears loudly and releases himself with a hoarse cry.
"Jesus Christ." Gary pants after what feels like a nights sleep. "Youre going to kill me one day."
"Urgh." Is my only response, my limbs falling heavily into the mattress and suddenly im bone tired. "That was hot."
"Satisfied?" Shifting onto his side to wrap and arm around my stomach, Gary tangles our legs together, our breathing still heavy as we continue to recover. A gratifying hum leaves my lips in response.
Gary nuzzles my sticky neck and kisses my chin. "Dont think youre getting away that easily. Libby; My present."
I smile lazily and lift a had to his hair, caressing the damp strands slowly because i cant seem to find the energy to open my eyes and look at him. "What if you dont like it?"
"I will." His answer comes before i finish the sentence and as i drift into a deep sleep i cant help but wonder if this is the best time to inform him. Regardless of my lethargic doubt, i take a deep breath, my eyes closed as i enjoy the comfort of the covers and the warmth of Garys naked body against my back. "Im pregnant."
"Mind your head Ethan." Gary admonishes before i have chance to open my mouth, but Ethan is too engaged in his own world to care.
"Youre so good with him." Smiling slowly, i extend my legs and stare down at my bare feet, resting on top of Garys, whos response is to wrap his hands around my waist, pulling me closer against him.
"Yeah." He nuzzles his nose under my ear, tickling me enough with his stubble for me to squirm and face him.
Garys hair is fluffy and unstyled, still slightly damn after his post workout shower. I dont even try to resist the urge to run my fingers though it, combing it backwards until he leans his head into my hands. His stubble is shorter than usual, but is apple green t-shirt seems to be reflected in his eyes as the sparkle more than ever. -Or maybe thats just Christmas.
"Its been quite a year hasnt it?"
I shift to face Gary completely as he speaks, and his hands take hold of the backs of my knees, pulling them over his thighs until my legs half over his and half around his waist. Tangled beyond all hope none the less.
"Its been a bit mad." I agree with a small nod, my mind debriefing the year at lightening speed. There was moving, and then Dads stroke, and after that Ethan got ill and Gary wasn't even there, and then there was the accident.. and the miscarriage. My brow caves as i wind myself with the memory. The pain.
"Oi." Gary moves a hand to poke my side. "Whats wrong?"
I shake my head, not willing to forget the ordeal, but not wishing to experience the pain just now either. "Nothing." Pasting on a grin, i slip my hands under the bottom of his t-shirt, running my fingers along the deepening grooves of his abs. My distraction ploy works and Garys eyes widen, his bottom lip falling away from the top.
"I really hope you like what iev got for you." The corners of his lips twitch into a slow, steady simper. My brows raise, knowing ill love it regardless.
"Gimmie a clue."
"No." Gary leads forward and kisses my nose. "Im giving you one tonight anyway."
"Oh really." My teeth sink over my bottom lip and i scold myself for feeling the flutter of excitement induced by the look in his eyes. Gary nods.
"As long as you give me one of mine."
Taking a second to consider the offer, and after a beat i decide what it is ill give him and agree. "Deal."
Ethan is bathed and ready for bed by half seven, and Gary and i stand over the cot as the restlessly overtired toddler makes his protest.
"No sleep!" He wails, his face reddening in desperation as he fists the rungs of the cot.
"Ethan." Garys voice is low and assertive, yet lanced with a trace of soft humour. "Its Christmas Eve, monster. I dont think now is a good time to be a naughty boy, do you? Me and mummy could just tell Santa not to come."
The crying stops instantaneously and Ethan gazes up through wet lashes, shaking his head and sniffling. "I sowwy."
I melt. Leaning over the cot and wiping his damp face before lying him back down. "Sleep now baby, the sooner you sleep the sooner Santa will have been. I love you lots."
And no sooner have i finished my sentence, is Ethans thumb in his mouth and his eyes closed.
Breathing a unified sigh of relief as we step out onto the landing, Gary takes my hand. When i look at him, hes grinning like a school boy.
"What?.." Eyeing him sceptically, my mouth twists into a slow smile.
Gary places a hand against my lower back, urging me towards the bathroom. "Go and have a shower."
Confused, i turn to face him. "What?"
"I want to give you your present. Because the sooner i give you yours, the sooner i can have mine." He clarifies, "But you should have a shower first."
My brow creases. "Whos benefiting from this present, your or me?"
Garys only response is to throw me a disarmingly wolfish grin, my backside earning a gratifying slap from the palm of his hand. "Go!"
Im out of the shower in a New York minute, but when i step foot into our bedroom theres nobody there. I do, however, note the neatly wrapped present left on my side of the bed. "Gary?" Theres no answer, and so i make my way over to the present and pick it up. Its a box, much to big to be any piece of jewellery, but not the right dimensions to be a shoe box. When i give it a small shake, the only sound im rewarded with is the crinkling of tissue paper. I give up and rip of the paper.
"I hope you like it."
The sound of Garys voice startles me as his arms slip around my waist.
"You just couldnt resist could you?" Wry amusement governs my tone as i stare at the Victoria's Secret box in my hands.
"Can you blame me?"
I choose not to stop him as he reaches forwards and pushes the lid from the box, neither of us care when it topples to the ground, what im faced with is far more interesting.
"Like it?" The brilliant red lingerie set is, of course, the perfect size. The understated and less is more design with the plain satin topped with red lace with a hint of sheen thread somehow makes it look classier than two pieces of translucent yet obscenely expensive fabric. "I do."
"You would." I arch an eyebrow and Garys tongue traces the shell of my ear.
"Put it on."
"Is there much point?" Placing the box on the bed, i turn to face him. Hes only wearing a pair of pyjama bottoms. "Youd only rip it off me ten seconds later... Id rather wear it tomorrow, when we go to your Mums, make you wait for the full impact."
Gary groans, his hands running from my hips to the bottom of my towel and i allow him to tug it away with ease. "You wouldnt."
"Do you want to try me?" My fingers toy with the shortened stubble of his left cheek and i reach up onto my tiptoes, pressing my body further into his, my mouth is close enough to Garys that i only have to breathe the words and his pupils dilate i response.
I dont wait for a reply, i dont need to. Garys mouth instantly slacks over mine, kissing me hard. His tongue takes advantage of my gasp for breath and pushes into my mouth, stroking against my own as his hands restlessly run lengths of my body, the tops of my thighs, my bum, my back, my shoulders, my face and arms, one hand fists in my hair, pulling my head back to give him the access to my mouth he desired, while the other slipped back down, his fingers kneading and greedy.
"I want my present." He grunts, panting when he pulls away for breath, moving his mouth to my neck and biting until my knees buckle.
"After you finish giving me mine." My hands move to the drawstring of his pyjama bottoms and i drop them after fumbling, frantically aroused, in the dim light, removing the soft cotton between my stomach and his hard length.
"Oh?" Garys tone is questionable, but undeniably as equally aroused as myself when he takes a strong step forward, dipping me down onto the bed. "This is part of your present now?"
"Yes." I groan when his hands pull my legs apart, anticipation goring at my core. When he stops, dead still, between my legs and stares down at me, i squirm under his heavy gaze, catching his hand and pulling it towards me.
"Come on."
"Youre so fucking beautiful. You know that dont you?" Gary moves to kneel further between my thighs, keeping my legs spread as he pulls my torso up against his. "Sit on my lap."
Obediently, i comply all to willingly, only our hot and heavy breaths can be heard as i pull myself up to straddle his thighs. I moan again when his lips find my neck, kissing and sucking and biting their way across my collar bone, up along my throat and back to my mouth which he claims as he always has done. Garys hands move from my back to by behind, lifting my up and i kneel to help him before he drops me suddenly, and with sudden precision, onto his erection.
"Shit!" My head flails backwards, the satisfaction of being so full nearly too much to take. Licking my lips, Gary moves his mouth and kisses my shoulder, only once, before pulling back to look at me.
"I love you." His face is twisted into a torment of delight and i want to groan again just looking at him. Slowly, and still perfectly inside me, Gary tips me back onto my back, following so closely his naked torso is still pressed against mine, his lips at my throat once more as his fingers interlock with my own, pulling them far above my head and pinning them there. "Ready."
"I always am." I pant, almost delirious with his suddenly leisure pace. Garys mouth twists into proud smirk before it envelopes mine once more.
"I know."
"Then move damn it!" I cry, kicking his perfect ass with the back of my heel and grinding my hips beneath him, desperately seeking any form of friction i can get. To my sheer delight, he does. Beginning at a relentless speed, dropping his pulling his hips to a pace i cant keep up with, and so i lie there, writhing beneath him, our skin hot and sticky and our breaths laboured and hard as Gary moves with purpose between my legs. Over and over again. His mouth not once leaving mine, and so my screams are muffled by the lashes of his tongue. Not once does he falter, his aroused determination to give me exactly what i want pushing him on, pushing me higher, and higher, the tension in my legs creeping upwards, the pressure of each driven thrust causing the pressure to build and build, brewing like a storm until i explode. Shattering into and unforgiving orgasm. My body shaking and pulsing with such ferocity i barely notice when Gary swears loudly and releases himself with a hoarse cry.
"Jesus Christ." Gary pants after what feels like a nights sleep. "Youre going to kill me one day."
"Urgh." Is my only response, my limbs falling heavily into the mattress and suddenly im bone tired. "That was hot."
"Satisfied?" Shifting onto his side to wrap and arm around my stomach, Gary tangles our legs together, our breathing still heavy as we continue to recover. A gratifying hum leaves my lips in response.
Gary nuzzles my sticky neck and kisses my chin. "Dont think youre getting away that easily. Libby; My present."
I smile lazily and lift a had to his hair, caressing the damp strands slowly because i cant seem to find the energy to open my eyes and look at him. "What if you dont like it?"
"I will." His answer comes before i finish the sentence and as i drift into a deep sleep i cant help but wonder if this is the best time to inform him. Regardless of my lethargic doubt, i take a deep breath, my eyes closed as i enjoy the comfort of the covers and the warmth of Garys naked body against my back. "Im pregnant."
omg thats a christmas present update soon
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