#my family is gonna go to the south to see how my grandma is doin

[zozo-01]

[dawnwriterimagines]

Family: Thomas Hewitt

Request: Thomas's s/o gives birth surrounded by the warmth of family.

"Check," Monty snickered, moving his rook up to seize your king piece.

You glanced up at the old man before giggling and leaning over the board to take your knight, making an 'L' Shape along the black and white tiles, you capture his rook effortlessly. Plopping your hands back onto your swollen belly, you smile widely as he looks up at you with a glare.

He grumbles as he moves his next piece, his king. "Don't go lookin' all smug, ya hear?"

You choke back a laugh, "Loud and clear." You move your bishop to the right, where your directly in the kings line of sight. Placing your hands on your belly once again, you lean back into the couch, "Checkmate."

The moment the word comes out of your mouth, Monty's eyes are going wide and he's leaning over his own amputated legs to prove to himself that he's actually lost. You giggled with each grumble that comes from him as he places a hand on a piece only to realize he can't save his King piece. He huffs bitterly as he comes to the realization he's lost to a pregnant woman, "You can't go an' embarrass me girl! I swear that baby betta not be helpin' you out." You finally burst out laughing at that, covering your mouth as tears came to your eye's in hilarity, you couldn't see from behind your tears that Monty was cracking his own little smile.

"That's ridiculous. If anything, this little guy," you tapped your belly lovingly, "Would be playing on his own and beating you, not me," you snorted faintly before giggling at yourself and Monty as he gapped at your audacity.

Monty shook his head before he began wheeling off towards the kitchen, "Ain't gonna sit around here and let ya laugh at me like this," he half jokes as he wheels past you. You shake your head, still chuckling slightly as you take his sleeve before he can leave your sight.

"No, haha, no I'm sorry, come on," you took a breath, suddenly feeling a pain in your stomach before shaking it off. "Come on, I'm, uh, I'm sorry." You grinned as Monty looked at you, understsndingly not believing you to be. However, he did see your slight grimace as your fingers suddenly tightened on his arm.

Monty raised a brow and before he could say anything the front door opened to reveal Charlie walking into the house, chewing his tobacco. Behind him, Thomas came bursting from the open door nearly bumping into Charlie as he passed him. "It's about time y'all showed up. Girl done beat me outta ma' savings," he joked, nodding towards you, making you shake your head.

Charlie places his hands on his hips, the gun on his waist shifting, "serves ya right," he says and Monty huffs, annoyed. Charlie then winks your way, letting a smile blommed across your face.

Finally, Thomas is in front of you, walking around Monty and purring in satisfaction upon seeing you. "Tommy," you smiled as he sits down next to you, kissing you sweetly. His hand placed on your swollen belly, he rubs it affectionately as you lay your head on his shoulder. "How was the hunt?" You asked him, you didn't expect the heavy breath that followed and the shake of his head.

"Skipped town." Charlie answered.

You frowned. "Oh man, I'm sorry guys," you sympathized, placing a hand on Thomas's shoulder. He pulls it off and kisses your palm lightly as Charlie waves it off.

"I heard word of them hippies traveling on South," Charlie smirked just thinking about it. "We'll be feastin' by next week."

You grinned at Charlie's brightened mood and turned back to Thomas, who nodded and perked up, eager to support his family. "That's great, Char--" that pain in your stomach struck again. But, this time you winced, holding your breath until the pain subsided. "Oh my--god!"

Thomas noticed the moment you tensed up as your hand immediately went to your stomach. His eyes widened at your hiss of pain, "ah!" You let out before gasping, nearly scaring everyone within the proximity. Instantly, Thomas jumped to action, he's off the couch in seconds, picking you up into his arms.

Charlie backs away into the kitchen, realizing what was happening. "Mama! Get yer' ass in here!" He called as Thomas hurriedly began to climb the steps.

Luda Mae appears from the kitchen, wiping her hands with a rag and gasps in excitement as he sees you clutching your stomach. "It's time! It's time!" She turns to Monty who's wheeling towards her, "Get the towels, scissors, and wraps. Hold on, baby, grandma's coming!" She cries before leaping into action.

As Thomas rushed into the room, he glanced at the cradle he had constructed at the edge of the room. He remembered you wondering why he didn't want the baby to have a separate room. He only replied that he wanted him to be close, to be protected. He always wanted his family near.

However, as you whimpered as the pain blossomed within you, he felt his chest constrict agonizingly. We're you supposed to be in so much pain? He places you on your feet, pleased when you didn't crumble as you laughed slightly. "Oh this is it, Tommy," you held his hand, tight. He felt his eyes sting as he smiles at you as you move to the bed. "We're gonna have a--hng!" You didn't finish as you feel your water break and the liquid beginning to run down your legs.

Thomas quickly sets you on the bed, breathing heavily himself as your contractions begin. He couldn't help but panic in worry as he watched as your face reddens in pain and your hand around his squeezing with vigor. Your knee's nearly buckle from the sharp pain in your belly, without Thomas supporting your waist you would've fallen to your knees. "Luda!" You cried, huffing out a breath.

Luda burst through the room, with enough supplies to care for a squadron. "Mama's here!" She screams in excitement, unable to hide her jubilant pride of having a baby in the house.

You and Thomas exchange a look, before looking back at Luda, who ushered Monty into the room with a bucket of water. "He's coming fast," you gasped out, holding onto Thomas as he carefully sets you down on the bed. Luda Mae nods in agreement before coming to your opposite side as Thomas gets to his knees beside you. She takes your other hand and tells you to breathe deeply, you look at her, keeping eye contact as you try to focus on your breathing instead of the contractions.

"That's it, hun. That's it," Luda smiles, breathing with you as she glances at Thomas and moves her unoccupied hand towards him in a forward gesture. Confused, Thomas glances at her, worried for his wife, but Luda Mae points to his hand and he understands. Hesitantly, he moves his other hand towards his mother, only for her to place her own on top of his and gently bring it down, atop your belly. Moving his hand in circular motions, Luda nods and grin's pleasantly as you begin to calm slowly, turning towards your tense husband to praise him.

You smile, despite the sweat that begins to sprout along your body, "That feels great, Tommy," your voice makes him perk up, your praise giving him the reassurance to continue. He proceeded to rub affectionate circles around your belly, as you breathed deeply.

Monty set the bucket of water on the table on the bedside, wheeling over to the edge of the bed as Luda put your legs up as your contractions became closer. Oh, mmh..." Monty licked his lips as he leaned forwards to try to get a good look up your dress.

Before Monty could take a peek, he jumped ad he felt a hand slapped on his shoulder, he winced, "Hey! What the--" he stopped himself, grumbling as he turned to see Charlie glaring at him, heatedly.

"Whaddya think you're doin'!" Charlie seeths before he spins Monty's wheelchair around and shoves the older man towards the door. Catching Luda Mae's attention, who sits up and glances between the two.

Catching himself before he falls out of the chair, Monty yells, "Watch it! I ain't done nothin'!"

"Shut up, before I bust another cap in your leg!" Charlie threatens as he rolls Monty out of the room, angrily.

Another scream from you shuts them all up, Thomas freezes up immediately, his eyes glued to your reddened face as your hit by a tremendous pain that he can't soothe. Luda Mae glances between you and Thomas, rubbing your forehead with a cool cloth, soaked with water, she snaps her fingers at Charlie, who follows her line of sight, understanding. Luda Mae bit her bottom lip, unsure if she should let her son stay for such an event, knowing how the pain of his wife was slowly torturing him.

Charlie walks over as you grip your husbands hand harder, signifying the agony you were enduring because of him. Thomas couldn't move as he came to the bitter conclusion, his eyes clouding with tears. Charlie places a hand on his shoulder, "Come on, boy," he begins, nearly startling Thomas out of his thoughts. "Let's head on outside," he tugs on the large man's shoulder, only to receive the resistance he hadn't planned on. Thomas shakes his head, quickly, grunting as he takes your hand in both of his larger ones, determined to stay and be here for you. Charlie isn't as convinced but he sighs, almost in annoyance, although you can see a glimmer of pride in his eye's. "Suit yaself," he then turns to Luda, who's gaze softens on her son. "Mama, Henrietta is on her way," He states, just before he hears the door burst open.

The tiny woman is sprinting through the house and up the stairs before anyone can say a thing, "Oh hun," she exclaims, the moment she catches sight of you, smiling widely as she places the towels in her hand down. "Oh you look glorious. He's coming today, your baby's almost here," she cups your cheek, lovingly, nearly enviously, before pulling away. Leaning down between your legs, Charlie takes that as his cue to leave, clearing his throat, as Kathy, a rather large woman with a nice big bowl of water stumbles into the room.

She gives a blooming smile, her eyes crinkled. "Oh my! Oh, my, my, my!" She can hardly get the words out as she sets the bowl on the desk.

You gave them both a smile at the sight of them both. "Hen," you breathed, "Kathy, you're here," you raised your head a little.

Kathy came over, tapping your leg happily, "We wouldn't miss the birth of a new baby in the family, now would we?"

Thomas looks over and grin's slightly before looking back at you, remembering the joy that was behind the pain, they were having a baby, he was having the family that he's always wanted. Seeing his expression, you smile at him, although sweat beads blossomed along your forehead, he leaned forwards pressing his forehead against yours. "...b-baby..." he whispered to you, your eye's widening at his voice.

You felt your eye's water, caressing the side of your husbands face with your right hand, bringing him closer, "Tommy...yeah, yeah, we're having a baby," you breathed, Thomas strokes your hair, lovingly. However, your smile fades quickly as your clouded with a splitting pain, breathing heavily before holding in a gasp as you unconsciously push.

Henrietta, set between your legs, gasps happily, her hands tightening around your thighs, "Oh there ya go, hun," she encourages, "here comes the baby, you're crownin'," she waves over Luda Mae, who gestures for Kathy to come to your side.

"Now, you've gotta start pushing, ok?" Luda Mae coaxed, spreading your legs, rubbing your belly gently as your baby shifts. Your thighs shaking from the effort of holding back the pain you felt, your head fell back, your eye's meeting Thomas's, who provided you a warm smile, despite his teary eyes.

"I love you, baby, I love you," you whispered to him, assuring him that this didn't make you feel any less of him. Thomas kissed your palm understsndingly, although his face felt wet with tears.

Luda Mae then stroked your thigh, slapping it firmly as se reminded you of your baby's need to see the world, to breathe his first breath. And then you began to push, Kathy and Thomas holding your hands for support on either side of you.

Hardly halfway through, you screamed as you felt your uterus being teared open, you could feel the rush of blood that slid with your baby. You felt the ripping sensation that rippled through your mind, causing you to whimper as you back arched as Luda grabbed hold of your baby's head. "Just alittle more, come on hun. He's almost here," Henrietta encouraged.

"You're doing great. That's it, that's it, you've got it," Kathy stroked your hand with her own in your grip.

You nodded, panting harshly, squeezing Thomas's hand through the agony, "O-ok...ok," you took a sharp inhale before you leaned forwards and pushed once more, forcing your child through, praying that he'd be ok, that he'd have Thomas's beautiful eyes, maybe even your nose. You just wanted to hold your precious baby.

And you wanted Thomas to be a father.

"Push!"

It felt like hours. You just wanted it to be over, and yet you cherished every moment.

Henrietta would stay in her spot, coaching you through the labor as Luda Mae fetched another bowl of water. Kathy would have to direct Monty out of the room every few minutes before Charlie would roll him out, cursing loudly.

And Thomas, he held your hand all he way through. His face grimaced in worry and panic as the hours dragged on, but as his mother finally declared what they had been waiting for, he perked up.

"Just one more push, (y/n)!"

Screaming filled the house, the women yelling with you as the baby pushed forwards, before finally, the pain dimmed and you slumped backwards onto the bed.

You closed your eye's for a moment, sweat beads falling down to your neck, soaking the T-shirt you had been wearing from Thomas. You felt a hand against your cheek, your ears ringing from your own shouts and screams, your eye's opened and your breathed tiredly.

Smiling weakly, you could see Thomas, in his knees next to you, holding your healthy baby boy, his eyes red from tears and crinkled from the wide smile that captivated you. He set the baby next to you, in your arms, leaning over the both of you, his baby had yet to let go of his father's finger. He stared down lovingly at the both of you.

You, laying on your side, having been cleaned by Luda Mae and Henrietta, cooed at your newborn baby, tearing up as your vision blurred with tears. "Hi..." you sucked in Ina breath in awe at the child before you, he was beautiful, crying softly in your grasp. Calming, your baby curled into you, craving the warmth you gave off, "Our baby, tommy," you laughed as you cried softly, lifting your head head to look at your husband, "He's ours," Thomas's eyes were big and round, as if the words had been lost on him and now he's come to the realization that his child was right in front of him. His wife, his child, he had a family of his own.

He sniffled and nodded, pressing his forehead to yours, blissful.

"Our little Anthony," you breathed as Thomas leaned over the both of you, capturing you in a passionate kiss.

He had a family.

[who-is-olivia]

Track 3. Carolina

Harry Styles x OC

Olivia travels to Jamaica to help Harry on his album but finds him with another girl. [6.9k]

Genre: smut, fluff

Warnings: sexual language

October 2017

  Harry’s freaking out. For the last three weeks he had been brainstorming and writing songs almost automatically, pushed by the presence of so many creative people and the relaxing environment of Jamaica. But these couple of days, he’s been stuck. No two words seem to combine and make a perfect verse no matter how hard he tries, and he’s trying.

  Mitch can’t stand his wallowing anymore. He’s grown to love Harry as he is, but if he could delete the relentless perfectionist, he would. They’re running out of time and inspiration, so Mitch pulls out his secret weapon, getting his phone and walking to a far away corner of the manor. He dials the number and waits for her to pick up.

“Hey Mitch! How’s Jamaica?” Olivia asks.

  Harry and Olivia grew apart. They were still dear friends and nobody could replace each other in their hearts, but they still weren’t able to tune in the same frequency. One moment they had big plans for their wedding, the other they were on a break. When he booked the tickets to Jamaica, Mitch thought Oli was coming along – as she worked with Harry more than anyone in the team and is a brilliant songwriter – but she wasn’t in the plans. In fact, they barely spoke for the whole trip because Harry supposedly wants to rid himself from every other influence. Mitch was the one checking in on her, and that has been going on since they first met.

  Mitch and Olivia were more than just good friends. When he met her through Frank, he was of course intrigued. But then, working on her third album became something that he cherished, she’s a grand spectacle when she’s in action and it’s a privilege to watch. He grew extremely fond of her, it was almost offensive when Harry didn’t bring her along but it was also an opportunity for him to make a move.

“Fucking hot” he replies and welcomes her giggle on the other end of the line, “how you doin’? Everything good?”

“Good, yeah, Frank and I got some work to do, writing, producing, stuff like that”

“Are you terribly busy?”

“Not really... why?” she lingers on the last word with suspicious.

“We need you, Harry can’t write songs anymore” he blurts, looking around to make sure nobody’s listening. On her end of the line he hears a sigh.

“Mitchie, he doesn’t want me there”

“I do” he replies with a vocal pout, “I miss you, Oli”

He knows she’s smiling when she talks. “You’re such a softie!”

“Can you make it or not?”

“Ugh... fine, I’ll pack my bags” he hears someone approaching.

“Great! Let me know when to pick you up, bye!” he quickly ends the call and hides the phone in his pocket. The estranged visitor is Harry, half naked and wet from the seawater, coming around to hug his shoulder and look at the landscape. “What’s up?”

“It’s fucking awful man, I lost it” Harry mumbles, pulling him closer. “I was doing so good now I don’t feel it”

“Just give it a day or two, it’ll come to you” he bites back a smirk and rejoices in his clever use of words.

“Can’t wait” he unlaces Mitch and taps his back playfully. “We’re going out tonight, you coming?”

“Hm...” he stops, if Olivia arrives tonight he might need to get to the airport. It’s actually good that he’s away from the manor, it’ll make for a bigger surprise. “No, I’ll stay”

“Alright, grandma!” Harry taunts and takes a leave.

  Night comes and, as predicted, Olivia arrives at the airport. Mitch waits until all the guys leave the house so he can call a cab and meet up with her. Harry takes a lifetime to get ready and leave, but when he does he looks stylish and fresh, his perfume leaving a trace of him wherever he passes.

“You look smart” Mitch regards and he makes a little twirl.

“It’s been a while since we’ve been out but I still got it”

“Harry! Let’s go!” Ryan calls and he paces up to meet them, making sure to hi-5 Mitch before leaving the room. Once he hears the door closing and the engines leaving, he gets up and calls the cab.

  Harry and the boys end up in a club that looks a lot like a pool party with a privileged view of the Jamaican coast. For the first time in months he feels a bit like an alien, not only for his skin color but for the over-the-top stylistic clothes, as everyone else seems to wear swimsuits and very relaxed t-shirts.

“Thought you said it was a club” he complains to Ryan.

“This is a club, fancy pants!” he laughs despite Harry’s uncomfortable antic.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m gonna get a drink”    

  Harry turns to the right and steps down the stairs, aiming for the bartender. The loud Caribbean music is enjoyable but he’s not in the mood to dance, after the first embarrassment of walking in he’s quite unwilling to be here. He asks for a strong Sangria and takes a stool, focusing on his smartphone for a while. Every time he checks his texts, he hopes Oli will talk to him. Everything went south when she announced a tour right after he got the hiatus, and all the months he planned to spend with her went down the drain. Maybe she misinterpreted the fact he didn’t bring her to Jamaica, she might feel as if he’s trying to get back at her but that’s not what happened at all. He just doesn’t want the distraction, and their imperfect relationship is too distracting, when they’re together he can’t think of anything other than their difficulty to communicate. So they’re on a break, and he doesn’t like how that feels.

“Hey” a random female voice calls him and he turns to find a beautiful blonde lady smiling at him, “you’re not from here, right?”

A grin creeps on his face as he puts the phone back in his pocket. “What gave it away?”

“Honestly? The whole set” she points at his outfit and laughs, he does look dramatically out of place. “Where are you from?”

“England”

“Where in England?” she insists, sipping on some orange-reddish drink. As his eyes divert to inspect the drink, he unconsciously diverts to the creek of her shirt where he can see a faint outline of her breasts.

“Cheshire. You?” he shifts his gaze back to her face and notices her eyes wandered too, and by her sly grin she likes what she sees.

“I’m currently living in L.A, but my family is from Carolina” he nods, something in her accent made him frown when she answered L.A. Not only that, but the way she speaks makes him feel very welcome, as if he could do no wrong in her eyes.

“I love L.A” His drink finally arrives and he sips on it while she messes with her honey-colored wavy strands of hair. It’s hard to look away from her and it shows when he almost lets the liquid spill.

“It’s nice... but it’s not home, you know?” she squints her eyes, almost trying to hide how homesick she really is. “I didn’t want to move, but there was not much to do in my hometown so my grandma gave me some money and sent me to the big city”

“I know how it feels, Holmes Chapel was quite small”

“Do you miss it?”

“Just my mum, really. I like being out and about”

“Out and about?” she tries to mimic his accent but it doesn’t sound accurate, just really endearing.

  Back at the manor, Mitch helps Oli inside with her bag while she takes in the luxurious place. She looks around the living room then goes straight to the kitchen, him following short with an amused smile. She takes some fruits from the fridge and makes a small dish for herself, taking a seat on the isle counter as she so fondly does.

“Honestly, this place is beautiful” she says, biting on a green grape. “And look at you! You even got a tan line!” she mocks, fiddling with the collar of his shirt.

“I told you, it’s fucking hot out here”

“Mitch, I’m from Rio. You don’t know what heat is unless you’ve been there in the summer” he giggles while nodding, she’s got a point. “Hey, do you have coconut oil here?”

“Probably” he turns to check the cabinets and finds a small pot with a coconut logo in it. “Is it this?”

“Let me see” he hands it to her and after reading through quickly, she opens the lid. “Yeah, this is it. Turn around”

He frowns. “Why?”

“‘Cause your hair is disgusting” she insists, holding his shoulders and forcefully turning him. To make him more comfortable, she slides backwards and make room for him to lean his back on the counter between her legs. At first he’s a bit stiff, but when she runs her fingers through his scalp he feels something he can’t quite name. Her oil-soaked hands run from the root to the ends, massaging the length of his hair gently. He closes his eyes, leaning into her touch until she makes him face her to adjust the small hairs that frame his face. She’s close, so close he can feel her breath fanning his eyelashes, but before he can say anything all the boys walk through the front door.

“Hello there Mitch” Ryan greets walking into the intimate scene. “Who’s your friend?”

“This is Olivia” he helps her out of the counter and introduces her to the crew. “She came to help us with the writing”

“Oh! You’re the Olivia!” one of the guys points out. “Harry talks about you all the time”

“Really?” she smiles flattered.

“Where is he, by the way?” all the grins in the group fade a bit as they all stutter to find a decent answer that won’t offend her.

“He’s uh- he was with a few friends-“

“We didn’t want to take him, he was having fun”

  By their confusion, it’s clear they’re trying to tell a lie.

“Why don’t we settle you, huh? You can stay at Harry’s room, he won’t mind at all” Mitch tries clumsily to change the subject.

“I don’t think so” she shakes her head uncomfortably. He’s probably with a lady friend, judging by their embarrassment, and he doesn’t know she’s here. If he arrives with said lady friend and find his ex laying there, it’ll be so painfully awkward she can’t even fathom. “I’ll take the couch”

“Absolutely not! You’re a guest, take my room, I’ll share Derek’s” he suggests and Derek nods.

“Thanks Mitch” she smiles faintly and takes her bags.

  Down the coast, Harry and his lady friend – who’s called Townes – walk with their feet on the sand periodically being hit by small waves of seawater. She’s terribly sweet and captivating, he’s awfully kind and charming, they can see no other way for this night to end than with each other. At some given moment, Townes points a nice little bungalow with connection to the beach and walks them there.

“This is my place, do you wanna come inside?” she asks anxiously biting her lip.

“Sure” he nods and waits for her to make way. The place is clearly a summer house, there isn’t much furniture and the ones there are crumbling with rust due to the proximity to the ocean. Some of the rooms smell like mould and make him sneeze, but the overall charm of the house make it quite cozy. “This is nice” he plays with the shell lamps decorating the walls.

“You like it?” she leans on the same wall as he does, mere inches between their bodies.

He takes some time to answer, his head buzzing with alcohol and the desire to wrap an arm around her slim waist. “Yeah... I like it a lot” he opts to take a blonde strand of hair out of her eyes and she shies away, her eyes averting his. For a moment he wonders if he overstepped but then she moves, running her fingers over the open collar of his button shirt.

“Is this a butterfly?” she asks, trying to peak inside the fabric.

“It is... the other tattoos are just as stupid” he giggles embarrassedly.

“Can I?” she looks up at him, her pointer finger lingering over the next closed button and he nods. She tortuously opens them one by one, her eyes locked in his tanned stomach until she reaches the last one and pushes the fabric aside, gently leaning her touch against his warm skin. He tenses, urging to touch her in the same unapologetic way as she’s touching him. She slides her fingers to his ribcage, where some of the older tattoos are. Then, with one last subtle look at his eyes, she runs her finger down his stomach sparking a reaction wherever their skins meet until she reaches the vines on his v-line, tugging on the fabric of his trousers. He exhales sharply and she notices how... tense... he’s become.

  Instead of saying anything, Harry grips a handful of her hair and presses his lips on hers. She tastes of liquor and peach, her mouth warm and welcoming to his tongue. He regrets making it such an intense kiss at first, not taking the time to savor and please her, but the sensation of her curious touch worshiping his body loosens his reins. He presses her body against the wooden walls still with their lips attached, it’s his turn to feel her skin. She wears a orange shirt tugged inside her jeans, so he has to pull it up a bit clumsily before running his hands teasingly over her sides, the fabric clumping on his wrists, chilling hands sending goosebumps over warm skin. Just as a payback, he runs his touch over her stomach painfully slow, from her naval up to her bra and back down to the button of her trousers.

“Mhmm” she moans in his mouth and he smirks, having just confirmed she wants exactly what he does. He leaves the button there and slides to cup her ass, grabbing a nice handful of both cheeks and squeezing them apart.

“Townes” he parts the kiss momentarily but she plucks his lips.

“Yeah?”

He sighs, pulling her hips to crash against his. “I want you” she grins, breathing out a satisfied giggle.

“Come here” she pulls him to her bedroom, lights all down except for a window with a privileged view of the sea. She shuts the door and gets rid of her own shirt while Harry seats on the mattress still trying to process the situation. She cups his cheeks and kisses him intently, the strength unbalancing him for a moment as they almost fall backwards but get it right into a steamy make out. Aching for more, she takes his hands and presses their palms over the cup of her bra, urging for him to touch her. He squeezes them at first with her incentive, testing how they feel against his grasp, but then he digs into the fabric and looks for the two nubs throbbing inside the bra. He pinches her nipples curtly, sending tingles down to her core that immediately soaks. “Oh yeah...mhmm”

“You like that?” he pinches harder, wrenching a moan out of her. No one ever did that to her, she only ever had sex with her ex-boyfriend, and they barely experimented other than the missionary position. Although... there’s this one thing he always praised her for...

  She kisses him one last time before pulling his hands out of the way and getting on her knees. Harry’s breath quickens in anticipation as she undoes his button and zipper, struggling to reach the inside of his underwear and pull out his lean and long shaft. At first, she gives it teasing strokes from the base to the head, feeling his size, then she reaches to kiss his balls, earning a struggled groan.

“Right there... mhmm” he grasps a handful of her hair, trying to hold it out of the way. She makes her way up from his balls peppering his length with small kisses, his hardness doubling the length she has to take. He exhales sharply as she closes her mouth across the head, her soft tongue stroking the most sensitive parts of him. “Such a good girl... you’re gonna take it all in?” she looks up with his head on her mouth and smirks, slowly pulling him inside her hollow cheeks until her lips touch his base and all he can feel is the warm velvet of her mouth. “Fuck...”

  She bobs her head until she’s gasping for air, pulling him out and stroking his sticky shaft. The salty taste of precum is leaking and sliding over her tongue, so she recomposes quickly and hollows her cheeks once more, giving him the reins to thrust at will inside her throat, fucking her mouth until she pushes him away.

“You feel so fucking good” he strokes the hair he previously grasped, trying to provide at least some relief to her tension. He knew this night was going somewhere, and having her kneel between his legs was just the beginning for sure. She takes him inside her mouth again, and this time he thrusts her head faster, the warmth and the softness of her tongue against his stone hard shaft taking him closer and closer to an orgasm. “I won’t last long” he warns and she lets him out.

“You can come inside” she grins, putting him back in again in a haste so he won’t lose it. He humps inside her throat, she feels so good around him, so tight, he’s about to burst inside her delicious throat. With one final hard grip on her hair, he releases his thick cum inside her mouth and leaves it there for her to swallow. Taking his cock out feels sinful after such a good blowjob, he almost begs for another but it’s better to give her a break... and a reward.

“That was so good” he wipes the drool out of her chin and kisses her, tasting some of the salt he just dispersed. “Why don’t you climb over the bed and I’ll show you what I’m good at?”

  Back at the manor, Olivia lays awake in Mitch’s room with her earpods, listening to some of her favorite songs. The salmon bed sheets hug her body but give her no comfort, maybe it’s the jet lag, maybe it’s the anxiety of seeing Harry after a while, maybe it’s the fact that he’s probably getting some right now and it’s not with her. Sex with Harry is always wonderful, either when it’s flirtatious and exciting or when it’s passionate and calm, they never had troubles in their sex life. Maybe this is what they’re missing right now, a nice shag to remind them how connected they still are. Sadly, that seems like a distant prospect – for her, not so much for him.

  Right now, he has a beautiful woman on her fours screaming his name as he fucks her senseless. His grip on her waist tightens as her pulsing cunt throbs around him, showing the first signs of her orgasm. Townes reaches behind her, wrapping her fingers around his wrist as he violently thrusts inside her, skin slapping against skin, his long shaft reaching the perfect spot to make her gasp in pleasure.

“Harry, I-I... fuck I’m so close mhmm” she cries, leaning her head down but he pull it back up by the hair. Just a bit more, he’s close too, just a few more well placed thrusts and he cums, pushing all the way inside her. To help her get there, he humps in one more time, violently, making her lose balance. He keeps doing that and reaches between her legs to flick her pinky clit, causing her to scream in pleasure and tighten around him, her muscles tensing and twitching until she gives into her weight exhausted.

  Harry pulls out of her stretched cunt and removes the rubber, tying it on a knot before throwing it on the trashcan beneath the study. He turns to Townes, spread out in her bed and panting, the tingles of her orgasm still running through her veins. He climbs over her and strokes a few strands of hair out of her sweat drenched forehead, she eyes him and smiles tiredly.

“Hope you’re not passed out” he kisses her cheek and runs a teasing hand down her sides, “because I’m not done with you”

“Oh yeah?”

“I’m gonna fuck you all night” he whispers sensually on the shell of her ear. Olivia used to say a gentleman makes his lady cum three times before falling asleep beside her. Fuck... why did he remember her?

  He can recall vividly that time when she whispered those same words straddled across a fucked up post-orgasm version of him. The way her braids bounced on her shoulders while she rode him, her tongue sucking on his finger when she was about to cum, the way her dark skin rubbed against his fair one when fucked her from behind, hugging her warm body close, hearing her soft moans when he reaches that particular spot...

“Then we better get started” Townes replies, dragging him back to reality.

  At daybreak, Olivia wakes from her short nap with the sunlight creeping through the blinds Mitch forgot to close. She gets up a bit sore after playing with herself for most of the night to compensate for her loneliness, but she’s smiling nonetheless. Nothing like giving yourself some love to start the day with a bang. She hears knocks on the door and immediately try to lessen her grin.

“Come in” she yells and so Mitch walks in with swim shorts.

“Morning Oli” he greets.

“Good morning, Mitchie” she walks to hug his stiff self only to be reminded she’s only on her knickers and tank top. “We’re going swimming?” she tugs on his shorts.

“Yeah, we rented some stand up-paddles, do you wanna come?”

“Sure, but... aren’t we here to work?” she mocks, getting a bikini from her bag.

“We work after lunch, we’re not that lazy” he replies, walking back to where he came from as to let her change.

  Harry still hasn’t returned, confirming her theory that he got laid last night. Mitch says nothing and neither do the other guys, and she’s thankful for that. They’re on a break but it still stings that he’s getting some and she isn’t in anyway included in that.

  The party that walks to the beach takes lots of chairs, a cooler with foods and drinks, all that along with the stand up-paddle equipment. Back in her hometown – where beach outings are basically routine – things were simpler: she’d take only her bag and a silky towel to sit over, nothing more. While the guys establish themselves, she drops her bag with her silky towel and undresses.

“Harry just texted, he’s on his way” Ryan informs, “we better wait for him”

Oli and Mitch exchange an understanding look of tension, and she’s not in the mood for that. “Alright, I’ll just take a dip then. Mitch, you coming?”

“Yeah, he is” one of the men mock and the others tag along with laughter, messing with the tiny bikini she’s wearing.

“Very funny guys, can’t believe I’m stranded on this island with a bunch of 12-year-olds” he complains, walking along with Oli to the shoreline. She has no trouble walking in the sea but he refrains. “Too fucking cold”

She laughs at this stiffness. “I’ve got a trick for that...”

“Oh god...”

“You have to run and jump at once, no hesitation. Ready?”

“God no” he whimpers. She takes his hand anyways.

“On three. 1... 2... 3...” they run together until Mitch slips his hand out of her grasp and runs out of her reach, leaving her to play on the ocean alone. From a distance, he could mistake her for a mermaid, she’s just really at home swimming on the salty water. Thinking about it, this is the closest he’s ever seen her to her home, and that’s a privilege.

  On the sand, Harry walks in hand in hand with a blond girl none of the boys recognize. They smile and laugh in their bathing suits, carrying all the beach paraphernalia to join them. Instead of basking in his arrival, the men tense.

“Guys, this is Townes, she was in the club last night remember?” he introduces to the bunch, who stop preparing the paddles and boards to stand around awkwardly.

“Hi!” she waves shyly to the guys, who just nod embarrassedly.

“This is Mitch, he wasn’t in the club” he guides her to greet him and once again he’s also quite stiff.

“I love your hair” she comments, trying to break the ice.

“Thanks”

“It looks good, what did you put in there?” Harry strokes his hair and immediately the smell of coconut oil spreads in the air. It triggers him.

  He knows that smell, he would recognize it anywhere. How many nights did he fall asleep beside it and woke up to a pillow with that particular scent? It takes him back to nuzzling a silk sheet soaked with coconut oil, to sleepless nights when he would put her hair sheet back in place gently and pin it down so she wouldn’t wake up with messy roots – which made her very moody, as she turned out to be very vain. The smell brings everything about her back.

  Once he turns to the ocean his jaw falls agape. Few feet away from him is Olivia, the estranged love of his life, walking out of the ocean perfectly without even losing her balance, parading in a tiny and provocative bikini, twist rope braids framing her face beautifully. She smiles in his direction, not missing the presence of the other girl in the crew. The last thing she wants is to create an uncomfortable atmosphere where she wasn’t even invited, so she goes along with the ride. Who knows, the girl can be nice. She’s above letting a guy create discord between ladies.

“Oli... what are you doing here?” Harry rushes to close the distance and hug her wet body. This might be awkward but it doesn’t change the fact that he missed her. She laces his neck and squeezes him in a tight embrace before taking some distance to check him out.

“Mitch said you needed backup”

“Of course he did” he notices Mitch shrugging.  

“I guess I’m overstepping a bit” she comments between them while looking at Townes. Before he can think of a clumsy excuse, she makes a move to greet her. “Hi, I’m Olivia”

“Nice to meet you, I’m Townes” they smile at each other.

“Sorry, my hands are cold, the water is freezing” she plays a bit to break the ice while Harry shoots Mitch with a furious gaze.

“Don’t look at me like that, you were annoying me” Mitch crosses his arms over his chest, trying to keep his voice down.

“Then you though you could just call her here and be done with it?”

“That’s exactly what I though”

“Bloody hell...”

“Sorry, I didn’t think you’d find another girl in one night” he excuses, watching Oli and Townes at a distance. “Maybe I lacked imagination”

“You did”

“Or, you know, in my brilliant mind I knew that if you just talked to her that’d give you the spark” Harry shakes his head dismissively, but slowly cuts the movement thinking he might have a point. “And since you wouldn’t call her-“

“Let’s go everyone, before the tides stop helping” one of the guys calls out.

“Are you coming?” Oli asks.

“No, I’ve got a flight to catch tonight, better pack up” she replies looking behind her, at where Harry and Mitch are arguing. “It was nice to meet you”

“Nice to meet you too” she smiles, hugs her quickly and leaves to get her paddles while Townes walks up to Harry. Oli watches from the corner of her eye the way they say their goodbyes, exchanging phone numbers, giggling, whispering in each other’s ears... she looks away and sighs, missing the times when she used to do the same. When she realizes the party is heading for the water, she picks her board and tags along.

“Harry, you coming?” Ryan asks.

“In a minute” he replies. Mitch hurries a bit with his materials to meet up with her.

“That went alright” he drops with a hint of irony.

“Shut up” she dismisses lightly with a chuckle.

  She lands the board over the water and calmly paddles through small waves, the sea is very gentle. When they pass the shore break, it’s just a matter of standing up and paddling through. Underneath her, she can se the fish swimming in groups, taking cover under the reef, around her she can see distant islands, popping from the light blue surface. The sun is yet to reach it’s peak so the heat isn’t unbearable, when she sits on the board and closes her eyes, it feels like home. The other guys make a circle far from her and mess around with each other, but she enjoys a little private moment – that is, until her ears catch the sound of water breaking on another surface and look around to find Harry watching her from his board.

For a moment, they speak nothing, just look at each other with a bit of heartache. “You changed your braids”

She smiles fondly. “You grew a stubble, finally” he laughs, “it looks good”

“So do you. But then again, when did you ever look bad?”

“Not a day in my life” she taunts smugly and they return to a more cheerful quietness.

“I’m sorry about Townes, I didn’t know you were coming” Harry breaks the silence.

“It was meant to be a surprise”

“It was a nice surprise, I’m still happy to see you” she smiles bittersweetly and looks down.

“No, you’re not”

“I am” she still averts his eye, so he holds her board and climbs over it, making her almost lose her balance while exhaustedly shaking her head. “It was just a one-night-stand”

“Harry... you don’t need to explain yourself to me, we’re not together anymore” she replies gently, not willing to take a trip down memory lane and reevaluate their whole history.

“So what? You’re still important to me” he presses. They were together for 5 years, few months ago they were engaged, of course he owes her at least the decency of candor.

“I knew this was a bad idea” she grunts, burying her head on her hands, before recomposing. “Look... I’m not here to get you back or mess up your love life, I’m here because we work great together and you need help-”

“And while we’re at it, we could figure out what’s going on between us” she notices some of the boys can hear them from afar so she slides closer to him.

“What’s going on is that you can’t live with the fact that I also have a career!”

“What?!”

“You heard me!” she huffs angrily, “I’m not a huge popstar, I have to work to get myself out there, I can’t quit everything and play dollhouse when you finally get some time off!”

“That’s not true-“ he objects.

“Then why the fuck did you come here? Without even telling me? Do you know the mess I was when I finally got home and you weren’t there?”

“I told you I wanted to go!”

“Wanting and planning are very different things!”

He chuckles humorlessly, “Alright, that’s fair. But before you went on tour I though we planned on getting married, or was that also a wish?”

“Fuck off, I was going to marry you. Don’t get clever with me”

They stand at an impasse. “I thought we made decisions together, love. The fact we both worked so well is what made me want to marry you in the first place”

“Do you still think about that?”

“Of course I do!” he takes her hand to grab her attention, “I spent 5 years of my life with you, I made loads of plans, do you think I could just forget that?”

“It sure seems so” she raises a brow.

“Do I need to pull a ‘we were on a break’ moment right here in the middle of the ocean?” she tries to hold it but it’s stronger than her. She laughs hysterically as Harry takes advantage of her openness to get closer. “Also, am I supposed to believe you haven’t shagged anyone in three months?”

“That...” she lifts a finger, “is true-“

“Knew it!”

“I was sad and horny, leave me alone!” she raises her voice and pushes his shoulder lightly.

“Who was it?”

“I’m not gonna tell you”

“Was it Matty?” she raises an eyebrow at him in disbelief.

“Really? That’s your first guess?”

“Come on, I need to know for professional purposes” he insists mockingly, “so I know who to diss in the album”

“You’re such a child” she rolls her eyes, “It was Andy”

“Who?”

“Andy, Andrew?” it doesn’t ring a bell, “Hozier?”

“Fuck no” he chuckles, trying to picture the logistics of this exchange. “He’s twice as tall as you!”

“It doesn’t matter... horizontally speaking” she smirks fairly proud of herself.

“Can’t believe you fucked ‘Take Me to Church’ guy” they both snort at the title while they both let their short-lived laughter fade naturally.

“You know what? I’m really happy that you came here” her smile dies to a smirk. Despite getting caught in all of that relationship conundrum, she’s still the funniest, loveliest, most tantalizing person he’s ever known. “I missed you”

“I missed you too” she replies.

He leans closer to her, invading a bit of her personal space but she doesn’t back away, “Can’t we just pick up from where we left? Forget about the wedding, the tours and everything, just stay with me?”

“Do you think that could work?”

“It better work, ‘cause you’re all I can think about love. It’s ridiculous, I’m coming up with a whole album about you-“

“Oh, you didn’t...” she shakes her head in disbelief.

“I had this plan to reach out after we went back home, maybe pick up the wedding plans and then give this album made of a bunch of silly love songs-” he mocks himself, rejoicing in the feeling of breaking through her walls.

“You’re fucking ridiculous, you know that?” she replies, tired of fighting against his persistence.

“I know” he leans to kiss her and she doesn’t shy away, just welcomes his cold lips against hers. He cups her cheek in a way his hand seems to fit perfectly, and it feels like a punch in the guts how perfect she feels against him. Townes is good, all the other girls he ever hooked up with were incredible people in their own way, but Oli is extraordinary. A kiss is not just a kiss, a touch is not just a touch, being with her is an art even when they don’t see eye to eye.

Olivia is the first to break the kiss. “We’re getting so predictable, why do we keep breaking up just to get back?” he laughs.

“‘Cause we’re not boring, love”

“Alright, but we gotta fix this communication thing” he nods vehemently. “Because I don’t know how many more years I can go on with that messy ‘now I’m here, now I’m there’ thing”

“I was thinking the same thing” he pecks the corner of her mouth, “See? Totally connected” he licks her cheek and in a spasm she pushes him in the water.

  The rest of the morning they spend on the ocean, even when the other guys retire to the manor. She lays on her board, back flat against the harsh surface and Harry sprawled over her, head on her chest, her legs sunk in the seawater to make room for him. If he was mad at Mitch earlier, he’s not anymore. Nothing in the world feels as peaceful as the soft rumbling of the ocean and her fingers running against his scalp. It’s almost torture when they have to leave, paddling back to the house and walking in everyone else’s lunch.

“Thank god you’re back, we have to work on something, anything Harry!”

“Alright, I’ll just get a shower and meet you in the studio” he replies, leading Olivia with a hand on her waist. Mitch’s gaze on them lingers a bit longer, as he soon comes to realize he had no chance to make a move. “Where did they put you?”

“Mitch’s”

“Why don’t you bring your stuff to my room?”

“Because I’m fucking lazy, that’s why” she mocks. “I’ll be there in a minute” before she pulls away, he holds her close and presses a lingering kiss against her lips, brushing his stubble against her chin.

“Ok” he untangles from her and walks in the opposite direction.

  Few minutes later, she drops her bag on the bed and looks around the luxurious bedroom. She takes particular notice on how distinctly Harry makes a room his own, leaving few clothes scattered but not in a messy way: some are folded over the table, some are draped over the chair’s backboard, everything is organized except for one of them which is just thrown over the bed. She picks the flowery blouse and it is a bit wet – it’s the one he was wearing at the beach, he probably carried it with wet hands – but she dresses it anyway, checking herself out in the mirror with it. It looks great, as often his clothes do, that’s why they often wore each other’s clothes, but there’s something strange. Inside the pocket, there’s a piece of paper.

She’s got a family in Carolina

So far away but she says I remind her of home

She’s got a book for every situation

Gets sent to parties without invitation

There’s not a drink that I think could sink her

How would I tell her that she’s all I think about?

  Oli puts the paper back in the pocket and muffles a gasp. If she came to help him write songs, she’s awfully late. Something in her stomach turns and she feels like an alien in the room, in fact, an alien in the house. Completely out of place.

  She doesn’t mention the paper when he leaves the bathroom, nor at lunch, nor at the writing session where he also doesn’t bring that up. The tension of that unnamed subject plagues her all day as she fears the moment it will rise so much that she wants it to happen soon and be done with it. So, later in the evening, after they all retire to their chambers, she addresses it.

Harry is helping her to dry the braids with a towel, one by one, while they watch a silly romcom. With her cross-legged between his legs, he notices her mind isn’t really at it. “You’re strangely not-chatty today, what happened? Am I... rushing a bit?”

“No... That’s not it, it’s just... I’m sorry Harry, I wasn’t sneaking, I tried on your shirt and I found something...” she vaguely explains but recognition immediately dawns on his face.

“Right... about that-“

“You should take it to the guys” she interrupts, turning between his legs to face him. “It could be good”

“You’re not mad about it?”

“Who cares if I’m mad? It’s your album!”

“Yes, but are you mad about it?”

She huffs, opting for the truth. “I am, but it’s not what you’re probably thinking!”

“I’m thinking that it’d be awkward to help your fiancée write a song about another person” he argues, knowing better than to assume she’s jealous or petty or that she feels replaced. Olivia might have changed, but the foundations are still the same, and he knows her architecture by heart. She’s not jealous at all, she often taunts him about both of them being with other people, she never objected to his affairs with Victoria Secret models – she often participated on them –, so it’s quite far fetched to believe she’s jealous of Townes.

“Alright, it is what you’re probably thinking” he smiles smugly, leaning against the bed’s backboard. She picks on his hand earnestly. “Be honest with me”

“Always” he toys with their intertwined fingers.

“Do you want me to go home?” he ponders for a while, trying to examine his feelings and finding the perfect answer.

“I want a piece of you in the album” he explains, leaving the backboard and adjusting himself in the cushions until she’s on breathing distance. “I want to write that one song that, when I’m onstage about to perform it I have to give a bit of backstory about you, and about how this song was made” she smiles fondly, reaching to stroke his sweet cheeks while she drowns on his love drunk eyes. “After that, you pack your stuff and get the fuck out of here-“

She pushes his face away but he holds her close, trying to kiss her despite the resistance. “Yeah? And after I get the fuck out you can write about that pretty American girl you hooked up with”

“Deal”

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[kumkaniudaku]

In the Act: Two

A/N: Yeah, here this is. I been in a funk and trying to write my way out of it. I should start outlining from now on.

Warnings: Smut. Not Proofread yet. 

Word Count: 3.9K 

Jovial chatter clashed with the clanging of pots and pans around the spacious family home in Charleston, South Carolina as family members far and wide gathered in the city for the bi-annual Bosman family reunion.

“Mommy, is Daddy here yet,” Micah asked again, pulling your attention from nursing Noah to give her the same answer you’d given her all morning.

“Not yet, pretty girl. He should be here in a few hours. He still has to get on a plane this morning and has a long way to go.”

The corners of her mouth dropped into a frown as she crossed her deep brown arms across her chest, “I don’t like when Daddy has to leave to go to work. Why can’t he stay home all day like you?”

“I’m not going to take offense to that, and say that it’s because Daddy likes to play dress up so he can make sure we eat every day.”

“He doesn’t even cook!”

“This is true, but he does help Mommy buy groceries.” Micah began another set of questions while you scoped the open space for someone to keep her occupied. If Chadwick were around, there would be no issue entertaining your oldest until you were done feeding the youngest. But, for the past week, engagements with his stylist in Milan pulled your husband away from home until the start of his family reunion. “Hey, Boop, go help Grandma mix the potato salad. She might let you lick the spoon when you’re done. By the time you come back, me, you, and Noah can get ready to have some fun!”

“Okay!” The mention of cooking with Grandma had saved you again, giving you a moment to gather your thoughts.

Chadwick being away for work wasn’t new, but this particular trip felt more difficult. You couldn’t decide if it was because the kids were growing and into their own things, forcing your attention to be in two places at once, or if the hormones brought on the by the end of your period were heightening your sexual desire. All you knew is that you needed your husband back as soon as possible.

Grabbing your phone and pushing your better judgment to the back of your mind, your nails tapped across the surface of your screen in search of your favorite contact.

“We should call Dad again, shouldn’t we, AJ,” you cooed, balancing the phone between your ear and shoulder to free your hands as you adjusted your clothing and your son in your arms. Noah responded to words he didn’t understand with a smile, showing two bright white teeth in his gummy top row. “Yeah, that’s what I said. Definitely should call Daddy.”

The phone rang for what felt like forever, each chime on the other end making your shoulders sag with sadness.

“What’s goin’ on, baby,” Chadwick sighed, skipping his usually chipper ‘hello’ and replacing it with a more defeated greeting.

“Hey, honey. I was just calling to see if you were any closer than the last time we talked.”

“No, not really. I missed my flight out of Atlanta because of traffic, so we’re working on getting another. I should be there in maybe four or five hours.”

“Oh,” was all you could muster through your disappointment. You were hoping he would tell you that he was on his way out of Charleston International and would meet the family at the picnic venue. Instead, it was looking like he wouldn’t be around until well after the last styrofoam plate was closed and packed into the car.

Chadwick sensed your shift in mood and spoke up to remedy the situation, “I’m sorry, Co. I swear that I’m trying to get there as soon as I can.”

“Don’t apologize. You just get here safely, okay. We want you back with us in one piece.”

“I can tell you who won’t be in one piece when I get through with them.” Even in the face of less than ideal situation and hundreds of miles separating you physically, Chadwick could find a way to make you blush like a shy schoolgirl.

“You talkin’ real spicy, old man. I hope you can back all that up.”

“I was just about to say the same for you. Only a couple more hours, baby. We’ll see who’s really ‘bout it.”

You could practically hear his smirk and used that knowledge to lift your spirits. After a suggestive goodbye, it was time for you to snap back into “mommy mode” and wrangle the kids for the short drive to the community center hosting the family cookout.

In Atlanta, Chadwick hung up the phone and smiled to himself. Though usually perceptive enough to know when he was bullshitting, you had fallen for a superior acting job. It was a hard fact that he had missed his flight by mere minutes because of traffic. The truth began to muddy when discussing potential arrival times.

Working out another flight took a tiny amount of sweet talk and some star power, but Chadwick prevailed in the end, scoring another flight scheduled to take off 30 minutes after his original time. The nonstop Delta flight would transport him from Hartsfield-Jackson to Charleston International in an hour and five minutes before his oldest brother took over to drive him to the community center. Four or five hours would actually be two and a half if he could help it.

Unaware of the new development, you tried to push the news out to the back of your mind to focus on the task at hand: keeping up with a rambunctious six-year-old and a 7-month old that thought he was six. Luckily, Micah was surrounded by a host of cousins within her age range,  and Noah was the apple of everyone’s eye from the moment you arrived.

Every once in a while, you would take a break from whatever conversation you were engaged in to make sure you knew exactly where your children were, before returning to talk of the last episode of Love and Hip Hop or Iyanla, Fix My Life.

With the picnic in full swing, thoughts of Chadwick had transitioned to his safety, and not the time of his arrival. While you consoled Micah after a trip and fall accident inside the gymnasium, you were unaware of what was happening at the entrance of the area.

Chadwick, fresh from his second day of travel, had finally arrived. Immediately, he was bombarded with greetings and jokes on his way through the crowd.

“Wassup, Dad,” Chadwick smiled as he pulled his father into a hug. His mother was next, earning a broad smile once he realized who she was holding. “How you doin’, mama?”

“I’m good, son. Happy you made it here safe. This one has been calling for you all day.”

“Ah, my boy was looking for me? You were looking for Daddy, AJ?” Noah, excited to see the familiar face of his father, squealed in response to the raspberries being blown against his pudgy stomach. “Where’s your sister?”

“Say, “She’s over there being a diva with Mommy.” I swear, that child y’all made is a character. She tried to tell me I was putting too much salt in the food. I had to get her out of the kitchen.”

“That’s my girl,” Chadwick smiled. The apples of his cheeks remained below his eyes as he kept his focus across the room. He watched you for a moment, taking in your yellow sundress and how you were able to balance rubbing Micah’s back to comfort her while continuing to engage in conversation with one of his cousins.

“Gone on over there and talk to her,” his mother teased. “We know that’s who you came to see.”

“I’ll be right back, Ma. I promise.”

“Mhmm. I’ll believe it when I see it.”

Chadwick placed another kiss on his mother’s cheek before making a beeline to your location. Your back was turned to him, leaving you completely oblivious to his sneak attack. Micah, on the other hand, caught wind of her twin’s arrival and perked up in your life. Thankfully, you didn’t catch wind of her change in disposition, giving Chadwick a chance to calm her.

Sliding a finger over his lips, Chadwick gave Micah a smile and instructions to remain quiet for the surprise. Micah nodded in excitement and returned her father’s gesture to signal her compliance.

“Girl, Tiana Marie… wait, is that her name? I don’t ever know these people’s names. Anyhow, that- what the hell?”

A rough hand slid across your eyes, careful not to disturb your makeup, but putting you in relative darkness.

“Guess who, Mommy!”

“Well, hopefully it’s not you, Princess. These are some rough hands. I lotion you better than this.” Chadwick rolled his eyes behind you while your fingers danced across his left hand for clues. “Damn, the knuckles are ashy too? This ring seems expensive. Like someone beautiful paid a lot of money for it. But, whoever this is smells good. I’m gonna guess...Omar Epps!”

“Haha, very funny. Why are you like this?”

Chadwick watched you turn around in your chair to face him, taking a minute to let your eyes roam his body as he did the same to you. A small smile ghosted at the corner of his lips to take the place of the words he couldn’t seem to get out.

Micah was the first to shower Chadwick in affection, running into his legs for a hug, earning a fake grunt in response.

“Daddy, you’re home! Take us with you every time!”

Chadwick laughed at her request as he carefully balanced Noah in his arms while kneeling to meet Micah at eye level. “We’ll see what we can work out next time, baby girl. You look pretty. Who helped you get dressed today?”

“Mama let me pick my own outfit. I wanted to look like her!”

“Well, Boop,” he smiled, looking over at you for a moment, “you did a good job. You and Mommy look very pretty.”

“Mommy likes when you call her pretty. She smiles *real* big and shows all her teeth like this morning when you called us on the video!”

“Alright, alright,” you exclaimed. If given the chance, Micah would take innocent sharing to gossip rag levels in a heartbeat. “You look like you’re ready to go back and play with your cousins. We’ll call you when Grandma gets the ice cream ready, okay?”

“Yay!” Without a care in the world, the excited child took off toward the other side of the gymnasium, only stopping when an exaggerated gasp caught her attention.

“No kisses for Daddy, Princess,” Chadwick asked, feigning the act of wiping tears. Always amused by his silliness, Micah provided Chadwick with animated kisses while he tickled her sides with his free hand. When the rowdy show of affection concluded and Micah was off to rejoin her cousins, Chadwick turned to you with a familiar smirk. “And what about you, baby? No kisses for Daddy?”

“Does Daddy deserve kisses after he lied to me,” you questioned, allowing him to pull you closer and nuzzle his nose against yours.

“Was it a lie or an attempt to preserve a surprise?”

“It was a lie. I don’t know if I’ll ever forgive you.”

Chadwick hummed his response against your lips, letting the kiss linger for a moment before pulling away. “I think I can make you change your mind. Did you drive here? All I need is a few minutes in the back seat.”

“Oh, really? I didn’t drive, but we can find a way out of here.”

“Mmmm.” Lost in each other, neither of you noticed the figure that stood beside Chadwick and watched with a smug grin while you traded short pecks with your husband.

“Remember, both of you are too old to take care of a newborn.” Your head dropped against Chadwick’s shoulder to hide your embarrassed laugh from his father.

“C’mon, Dad, you really think that? I feel like I’m in my prime.”

“Yeah, right,” Leroy scoffed as he pulled his grandson from Chadwick’s arm to show him off to the rest of the family. “If you’re in your prime then your mama and me got a little one on the way too. And that damn sure ain’t happening. Now, let CoCo go and get on over to this card table. Terrance say he ain’t forgot about that ass whoopin’ he owe you from the last game of Spades.”

“Tell him I’ll be over there in a minute.” When Mr. Boseman set off to relay the information, Chadwick turned his attention to you once more. He stared for what felt like forever, smiling and running his large hands up and down the middle of your back. “We can really get out of here if you want. I’m sure Mama and Daddy will take the kids for a little while.”

“No, I couldn’t do that. It’s your family reunion and we haven’t even gotten to the electric slide yet,” you explained while smoothing your hands over his chest. “We’ll leave the kids with their grandparents later tonight. Anyway, we got some unfinished business on that spades table.”

Chadwick laughed a moment before kissing your forehead. “I love you, girl. Let’s go shut this nigga up. I’m tired of beating him.”

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A simple game of spades was never just a simple game with Chadwick. It was always competitive, and this time, the competition spilled out of the local community center and to his auntie’s house where for the impromptu after party.

A new round of competition saw partners competing in rounds, giving Chadwick the chance to pull clean clothes from his suitcase and retreat to the upstair bathroom to wash the long day from his body.

“Aye, Tasha, you and Chad up next,” Derrick hollered over the noise in the house. “You sure he ain’t go upstairs and fall asleep?”

“You know he probably did. I’ll go check on him.” Padding across the house and up the stairs, you listened for any sound to direct you to Chadwick’s location. Your internal question was answered, not by sound, but by your husband pulling the bathroom door open as you walked by. “Hey, you good in there? I was comin’ up here to check on you.”

Tension hung between your bodies as both of you scanned each other with lust thick in your pupils.

“I’m...I’m good. Come in here for a second.”

Rational you was sure that whatever he wanted inside of the small bathroom was less than wholesome, but the desire in the pit of your belly had a way of diminishing any sane thought you possessed. A gentle tug to your hands led you inside the bathroom to give you and Chadwick your first private moment of the night.

If you had any intentions on saying words, they were swallowed in a fiery kiss from Chadwick; one so passionate that it robbed you of your ability to breathe steadily until he pulled away.

“A-again. Do that again.”

Chadwick chuckled at your request before complying with a gentle nibble to your bottom lip. A nibble turned into a light suck as he lifted the hem of your dress to your hips, exposing the flesh of your ass. His hands roamed the area, gripping and rubbing as he saw fit to enjoy the smooth, soft area.

“You got five minutes,” Chadwick asked, mumbling his question into the crook of your neck. “That’s all I need for now.”

“We can’t do that in here. People will hear us.” Chadwick’s tongue running across the sensitive juncture at your neck and shoulders produced a hushed moan to prove your point. You were ready to scream his name after a simple touch. It’d be impossible to keep quiet during sex.

Pulling back to look at you, he flashed a crooked smile, “Will they hear us or you?

“Is that a challenge?”

“Only if you’re accepting.”

Your eyebrows quirked at the blatant dare, “I accept. Turn on the shower.”

Chadwick took a brief moment to reach behind the outdated shower curtain to follow your directions while you double checked the lock on the door. In your mind, if a quickie in his aunt’s bathroom was going to happen, all of the safety precautions would need to be employed.

“It’s locked,” Chadwick smiled, snapping you from your thoughts. “Come here. Let me show you how much I missed you.”

Again, Chadwick pulled you into his arms with one hand as he used the other to rub a trail from the small of your back to the cuff of your ass two times over. Giving it a firm squeeze, you could feel him smiling against your lips in approval.

“You gon’ fuck me or keep grabbing my ass like we’re in high school?”

“I love it,” A beat to pull at your bottom lip with his teeth. “When you talk to me like that. I should put something in that pretty mouth to keep you in check, huh?” He watched your eyes clamp shut and your bottom lip catch between your teeth at the thought of his dick in your mouth. Lately, it’d been all you wanted to do, and while he didn’t mind, he preferred to be inside of you.

“That’s honestly what I was hoping for. Can I? Please?”

“So, now we beggin’,” he laughed. “Later, baby girl, I promise. I need you to bend over that counter for me right now, though. They gon’ be looking for us soon.”

Like a child eager to follow instructions, you allowed Chadwick to grip your waist and turn you toward the bathroom counter. Both of his hands ran up the length of your thighs to the hem of your dress to lift the rest of the fabric and reveal the lace boyshorts hidden beneath. In an ideal situation, an angle like the one staring back at him would require further inspection with his head buried between your legs, but time was not in his favor. Instead, Chadwick instructed you to hold your panties to the side while he freed his erection from the uncomfortable prison his sweats and compression shorts were creating.

Muffled, rising laughter downstair provided the perfect vacuum to swallow the moans bouncing from one corner of the room to the next as Chadwick entered you from behind. His eyes connected with yours in the mirror, taking in the way your eyelids lowered and your pupils darkened to give subtly give him the okay to continue.

He started a moderate pace that allowed you to easily catch the rhythm. His hips met your ass halfway every while his grip on your waist kept your body pressed against the cold marble beneath you. Biting back moans became a struggle with his body sticking to yours from the sweltering heat in the house mixing with the steam from the running water.

Chadwick’s body hovered just over yours for a moment, the feeling of his breath against your ear making the hair on your arms prickle from past memories.

“I love you,” he whispered against the shell of your ear. “Look up and tell me you love me too.”

You braved through the heat churning in your abdomen and chest to gaze at him in the mirror. “Ooooh. I love you. I love you, Iloveyou, I - shit.”

Though talking had become commonplace in your sex life, neither of you had the mental capacity to form sentences. Time was winding down and the brink of climax was near. Chadwick’s kisses to your neck let you know that he understood the brevity of your statements. The slight swivel of your hips in time with the swivel of his made him release an incoherent slew of curse words into the crook of your neck.

The sounds below were long gone, replaced by footsteps beating against the creaking stairs in your direction. Items on the counter rattled from the force of Chadwick’s thrusts, signaling the moment he’d been fantasizing about for days on end.

“Fuck, I feel you, baby. Don’t be scared to let it go.”

“Slow it down just a little, Aaron. Yeah, just like that.”

The new rhythm, slow and steady, was enough to push you over the edge before Chadwick resumed an onslaught of short strokes. Moans morphed into throaty grunts and declarations of his intent to put yet another baby in you.

At the height of his release, an unknown set of knuckles rapped at the wooden door, breaking concentration and replacing ecstasy with fear.

“It’s occupied,” you yelped with wide eyes.

Chadwick continued to thrust away the remnants of his orgasm with no regard for who was interrupting the raunchy moment.

“I know it’s occupied! Do you negros know there are people here with y’all? Mama ‘nem missed it, but I’m right under the vents and I can hear everything?”

“Everything,” you questioned, terrified at the answer you might receive.

“Everything. More than I care to, that’s for damn sure.”

“Go away, D. Ain’t nobody ever told you to mind your own damn business?”

“Chadwick,” you scolded.

“What? This ain’t go nothing to do with him.”

Derrick dropped his head against the door to hold in his laughter as he listened to the shuffling on the other side. You were mortified by the thought of your husband’s elderly relatives and pre-teen cousins hearing you get fucked in the room above their head. Chadwick didn’t seem phased either way as he took a step back to let you get situated.

“I told you this was a bad idea! I knew they could hear us. Oh my God, they’re gonna think I’m some whore that’s corrupting you.”

Chadwick shook his head at you while adjusting his pants around his waist and situating his semi-erection, “I doubt it, T. We’re married. Married people have sex.”

“Stop saying that stupid shit,” you hissed to accompany your smack against his forearm. “Married people don’t have sex where children and senior citizens can hear.”

“You’d be surprised.”

“Why the hell are you still here, Derrick,” Chadwick retorted.

“Look, I’m all for being fruitful and multiplying, but some of us have kids playing in the room down the hall and need to use that sink to get ready for church in the morning.”

“We are so sorry! We’re coming right out.”

“Don’t rush,” Derrick laughed as his footsteps began to recede. “And I suggest coming down separately.”

When Derrick was out of earshot and the party below could be heard with no interruptions, you turned to find your husband sliding into his sneakers unfazed. Impulse took over as you pushed the side of his head to get his attention.

“How are we going to explain this, huh?”

“Relax. No one heard it except Derrick with his nosy ass. We’re fine. I can make sure they hear you if that’s what you want.” Chadwick extended his arm to graze his fingertips over your nipple that was still out of your bra and puckered beneath the fabric of your dress.

“You are a maniac.”

“You were too five minutes ago. Oooh, just like that, Aaron. I love you, Aaron!” Chadwick’s voice rose to mimic yours, making you roll your eyes in disgust.

“Stay here with your brothers tonight since you wanna talk so much. The kids are coming with me.”

“Hol’ up,” He exclaimed as you turned to leave the bathroom. Your arm missed his grasp by mere millimeters on your way out of the door, leaving him to stand in the threshold and watch you walk down the stairs. “ C’mon, don’t do that. I’ll make it up to you if you give me five more minutes? We still gon’ be spades partners? Damn.”

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