by Donna
(Rated
R)
For almost a week now, Sarah Jo had been
going in to see Dr Shepherd every morning as soon as she came in to work.
Neither one of them were saying why, even though Doc Adams had a pretty good
idea. Physically, she was now completely recovered from her ordeal at the hands
of Grisham, and emotionally, she seemed to be on the road to healing as well.
The bad dreams she had been having were now coming less frequently. Sarah Jo had
had a couple of counseling sessions with Sean Burns at the suggestion of one of
the doctors, as well as some with the ministers of the Mission Church. That and
the continued support of Duncan, Ben and all her friends had done a lot to help.
After one of her closed-door sessions
with Dr. Shepherd, Sarah Jo came out smiling and then sought out Ben. After
listening to her, Ben told her to have fun, and good luck, and that he would be
fine. He had been dividing his time between her and Prudence anyway. To show her
that all was fine with him, he held her in his arms for a while, caressing her
back and shoulders gently.
The Doctors let Sarah Jo go home early
that day, and her steps were light as she walked back to her house. She made up
supper, setting the table with candles and flowers from the large garden she and
Kat had planted between her house and the one next door. She made a fresh garden
salad, chicken and herbed dumplings, baby carrots and snap beans. For dessert
she made a bread pudding with hard sauce. Duncan came in just as she was setting
the table, his nose twitching at the wonderful odors.
“Smells absolutely marvelous!” he
said as after he washed up, he sat down to dinner, noticing there were only two
plates. “Ben isn’t coming home tonight?”
“No,” she said, suddenly feeling a
little shy. “He is going to be staying in the hotel tonight.” She dished
them both out some of the food.
He raised an eyebrow, but didn’t press.
He dug in hungrily, and the two of them chatted about that day’s happenings.
After polishing off a large helping of the pudding, he volunteered to do the
dishes so she could have some time to take a nice long bath if she wanted to.
“Thanks,” she said, giving him a kiss
on the cheek. “I’ll be upstairs then. Come on up when you are done. I would
like to do some cuddling with you.”
Duncan raised an eyebrow again. Somehow
he got the impression that she was talking about doing a little more than just
cuddling. At least he hoped she was. “I would love to do just that, sweet
thing,” he chuckled, hugging her close and swatting her bottom playfully as
she wiggled out of his arms.
“Dishes first! Cuddle later,” she
said with a laugh.
Whistling, Duncan started on the dishes.
After he had finished, he went up the stairs, taking them two at a time.
“Ready or not, here I come!” he called out.
He found Sarah Jo standing by the bay
window of the master bedroom, dressed in a thin, almost see through cotton gown.
The soft evening breeze molded the gown to her body, outlining her gentle
curves. As Duncan stepped up to her, she looked at him and smiled. "Isn't
that a lovely sunset?" she asked, looking out of the window where the
setting sun was coloring the clouds in the sky with rich shades of reds, pinks
and golds.
"What sunset?" he asked,
smiling at the shades in her hair instead.
She giggled and elbowed him in the ribs.
"Another day is drawing to a close. In the morning, everything starts anew,
with a clean slate." The firm set of her jaw told Duncan she was not just
talking about the sun rising the next day. She was ready to put what had
happened to her aside, and go on with her life.
He turned her to him slowly.
"Yes," he said. "I
finally learned what Methos was trying to teach me, and that is, move on.
I see it took you a lot less time to learn it."
She shrugged, and then looked up at him
with a shy smile. "Shepherd said that I just ovulated. He's been running
tests on me, using me as a guinea pig so to speak to find out how much he can
determine with the limited resources that he has here." She looked at him,
the unspoken question plainly in her eyes.
Duncan smiled.
Leaning forward he kissed her gently.
"Does that mean I get to be the guy guinea pig?"
"If you want," she said, her
fingers lightly running down his broad, muscled chest to rest on the side of his
hip as he kissed her. "But if you don't, I understand."
"Of course I want!" Duncan
laughed. Then he squeaked in his
best imitation of a guinea pig, hoping to make her laugh.
She grinned at him, lightly thumping him
in the belly before reaching down to undo the top button of his jeans.
"Just go slow," she said, "I'll be fine if you just go
slow."
He nodded slowly, smiling, and then put
both hands in her hair to raise her face to his.
Kissing her gently, he then ran his hands down her arms to her hands,
helping them to open his trousers.
He noted but ignored the slight trembling
of her hands. It was to be expected after what she had been through. As they
kissed, her hand dipped in to rest on the growing bulge in his pants, as if
reassuring herself that by touching him, and taking the initiative, so to speak,
she was in control. Ever since they had brought her back, she had slept with one
or both of them, but this was the first time she had seemed to want more than
just to cuddle.
He sighed, leaning into her touch.
But at no time did he push her. He
was letting her take the initiative, and yet trying his hardest to be romantic
about it. He wanted to make her feel special. Lying back and letting her make love to him seemed a bad
thing at this point.
His hand lowered the thin strap of her
gown, exposing her shoulder to a series of hot, sucking kisses showered onto the
side of her neck and the freckled skin of her shoulder as her hand lightly
wrapped around his manhood. At the sound of footsteps of someone walking past
their house, she chuckled. "Maybe we should move away from the
window," she suggested.
"To the bed, then?" he asked
gently, as he tried to keep the impatience from his voice.
"Yes," she said, slipping her
hand into his. He led her to the bed, which already had the covers pulled back,
and then very slowly, pulled her gown over her head, placing it carefully aside.
She fidgeted for a moment, then started to undress him as well while he lightly
caressed her sweet body.
He placed kisses all up and down her neck
and shoulders; trying for, but not quite getting, every single precious freckle.
Meanwhile the kisses, though warm enough, were making her shiver
slightly.
Finding her legs a little wobbly, she sat
down on the side of the high, feather bed, pulling Duncan with her. The
Highlander took his time, making sure she was fully aroused by his tender touch
and kisses before slowly laying her down on the bed. She smelled so clean and
fresh, like wildflowers blooming in a mountain meadow. As his kisses descended
lower and lower, he felt her shudder for a
brief moment, and her muscles tighten. Duncan just continued to kiss the soft
skin of her belly, a belly that if things went right, would soon contain another
baby. His baby!
"Shh," he whispered to her
navel. "If you want me to
stop, I will. If you don't like
something I am doing, please tell me."
"I'll be fine," she whispered
back, repeating it several times as if trying to convince herself. Then with a
deep sigh, she willed herself to relax, and in response, her legs fell open.
Duncan nuzzled the soft strawberry colored curls for a moment, before gently
teasing her by a quick flick of his tongue. He was rewarded by a gasp and her
lifting her hips up to his mouth.
He probed deeper, finding her already moist and waiting.
Nature was a wonderful thing: when needed most, a woman's body responded
best. She had her own lubricants
that were working even without him. He
felt his already stiff member go nearly numb with anticipation.
He added an exploring finger, and when he
had her squirming, and gasping for breath, he knew it was time. Lightly covering
her body with his, he teased her hot little nub with the end of his shaft until
she started to go, then as she arched up hard calling out his name, he plunged
inside of her.
Breaking the barrier, he groaned as she
tightened against him. There was
nothing like having her this way - fresh and unspoiled each and every time!
And this time she would be his alone, because at the end of it, she would
carry his child.
She clung to him, wrapping her arms
around his neck, and her legs around his thrusting hips, groaning loudly with
each and every movement he made inside of her, her fingernails digging into the
bunched muscles of his back.
"We might have to do this more'n
once," he panted, feeling his member lurch at the very thought.
"And you can't go NEAR Ben till we're sure!"
This made him even more happy!
She laughed, biting the nape of his
shoulder playfully. Duncan laughed back, increasing the tempo and force of his
thrusts, alert for any sign of fear on her face. But the only thing he saw was
the look of raptured pleasure as she once more cried out in release.
He followed her this time, enjoying her
spasms as he continued to thrust through his own.
They were deep thrusts, up to the hilt, but he continued to go until the
last.
They clung to each other, the soft breeze
through the window cool upon the slight film of sweat on their bodies as they
basked in the afterglow of their lovemaking, wondering if a new life would soon
be started inside of Sarah Jo.