: : Summary : : Finally back home in London after the terrors of Ahm~Shere, Rick, Evelyn and Alex settle back into life. Yet the horrors are not easily forgotten and perhaps the only way to forget about death is creating new life
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"Evie?" Rick called out upon hearing the front door slam. He knew that she was usually home from work at this time and he ran downstairs into the living room, searching for his wife. It was usually her first port of call where she would kiss him and Alex hello but this time, she wasn't there. "Evie?" he said, a little louder. Then he heard her. He quickly followed the sound of her pained cries and found her huddled in a corner of the hallway, holding herself. "Oh my God," he cried, rushing to her side in fear.
She leaned back against the door and her hands were trembling. She was bleeding a little along her arm and her shirt showed the red stain. "I'm...okay," she whispered to let him know that she wasn't dying or anything.
"No, Evie, you're not okay," he said frantically, touching his fingers to her face before noticing the blood on her shirt. "You're bleeding!" he cried, ripping open the sleeve of her shirt to take a closer look. "Jesus, what happened to you?"
"That man caught me again," she sighed as she ran her hand along her pinned-up hair, letting it fall loosely to her shoulders. She winced as his fingers ran over the cut. "He always knows where I am it seems. I should just be more careful."
"Again? What do you mean again? Evie, I thought you said you hadn't seen him around anymore! Did he do this to you? I'm gonna hunt him down myself, never mind the police!"
"He was just there and he grabbed me from behind with a knife and when I pulled away, the knife slipped and caught my arm. Oh Rick, it's all my fault." She touched her stomach gently and ran her fingers along it. She just didn't want the baby to be hurt at all.
"No, no honey, it's not your fault." Rick took her chin gently so that she would look at him. "Listen to me, it is *not* your fault." He sighed. "I'm sorry about getting angry with you but Evie, this man sounds like he's been following you for some time now! I mean, Christ! He knows where you work; he's attacked you at least twice! You can't go on letting him get to you like this. I won't let him get to you. Oh, Evie..."
"Rick, he scares me." She buried her face into his chest and sobbed softly. She prayed that Alex was upstairs with Johnathan so that he wouldn't see her like this. "Plus I threw up about three times at work today and the new curator is angry at me for that. Oh Rick, he scares me."
"Honey, he scares me too," he admitted, wrapping his arms around her and stroking her hair comfortingly. "He scares me because I don't know why he's doing this to you." He wanted to go outside and find this guy so that he could pump him for information his way, but then Evie had always said he wasn't a subtle man. He just couldn't help feeling angry though at why anyone would want to harm a woman on her own, especially one who was five months pregnant. "Evie, maybe I should take you to work tomorrow?"
She pulled her head back to look at him. "Rick, I think I know where he is," she told him softly and then continued to explain that she saw him at the corner of the Old Elm. She had followed him at a safe distance and had seen him cut into the woods. "He should be there, Rick."
"And he was there today?" he asked. Rick's better judgment said that he really should call the police and inform them about this but on a deeper level, he wanted to get the son of a bitch who had dared touch his wife.
"Mmm-hmm, he was, but when he saw the blood, he took off." Evie sighed and wiped her eyes. It was late. She had been at a long meeting and she knew at this point, Alex would be in bed. She slowly climbed to her feet, putting one hand behind her back and one on her stomach.
Rick rose up behind her, pushing her hand out of the way in order to rub the sore muscles of her back. He knew that the baby was putting a strain on her already and he hated seeing her in pain. "Let's get you to bed and cleaned up, okay?" he said softly. When it came to Evie, he always got over-protective. He knew that it drove her crazy sometimes but he couldn't help it. He had to take care of her first before going out on his search.
"Rick, I really don't know if I want you going out there alone." She sighed and leaned against him as they went upstairs. She lay down on their bed and grabbed a towel, cleaning off her wound. She stripped out of her clothes and cleaned along her breasts and arms. She lay one hand over her belly. She was definitely showing now and being in nothing but a slip made her feel slightly self-conscious.
Rick watched as Evie cleaned herself off and he hovered slightly, knowing that she didn't appreciate him fussing over her like a mother hen. "You okay?" he asked gently. "Want me to lie down with you for a while?"
"I'll be fine Rick." She spoke softly as she looked up at him, her eyes holding a troubled gaze. She placed a hand behind her back as she stood up, arching her back a little in an attempt to soothe her muscles from carrying a child. Five months and it already felt like an eternity.
He didn't believe her but he was loath to push the matter further, especially as she seemed so tired and worried lately. He saw her wince in pain as she stood up and gently moved her hand out of the way to knead the muscles of her back. "That better?" he asked, wanting to do something, anything for her to make her feel better.
"Yes, Rick, that feels really nice," she said, slowly making her way back to their bed and climbing under the covers. she was having a hard time looking at her husband. She felt so stupid for getting herself hurt and she blamed herself for putting the baby in danger. She closed her eyes, longing for sleep.
Rick watched as she crawled beneath the blankets, feeling a little hurt and useless at the fact that Evie wouldn't let him do anything for her. "Um...I'm gonna check on Alex now," he mumbled. "Do you want me to bring you anything, a glass of water maybe?" 'Evie, why won't you talk to me?' he asked silently.
She shook her head indicating that she wasn't really into anything right now and she turned her face into the pillow as she started to cry silently. She hated crying and she was hurt both physically and emotionally by the man.
Rick turned away, hurt and he decided to go and see that Alex was alright before going out to look for the bastard who had hurt his wife. He intended to beat him to a bloody pulp in order to find out what was going on. "I'll see you later, okay?" he said, stepping out the door and closing it quietly behind him.
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He hid out in the forest in his tiny little shack. He was a gruff man, his face rough from not having shaved in a while. His eyes were dark and narrow, his clothes shabby. He was a large man by standards and he eyed the collection of guns that lay on the table. He'd almost gotten it out of the woman tonight.
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Rick walked down the hallway and knocked lightly at the door to Alex's room. He intended to make sure Alex was in bed before going downstairs to arm himself. He wasn't sure that he would need his guns but he had always believed in being prepared. He knocked on the door again, a little louder this time. "Alex?"
Alex was already nestled in bed and sleeping peacefully as his father knocked on the door, not stirring for an instant. When Alex didn't answer, Rick gently pushed the door open and looked inside. He smiled when he saw his son already in bed but then the smile disappeared when he remembered his mission.
He pulled the door to and headed off downstairs where he grabbed his holster, checked to make sure that the gun was loaded, then threw on his jacket to conceal the weapon. Then he went off to begin his search, starting along the path to the Old Elm.
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He swore he could hear something but he ignored it, figuring it was an animal scurrying around. He set down his gun and went back to try and focus on the key. That woman knew things about treasure and she refused to tell him. He hadn't meant to hurt her, but things happen...
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It was dark as Rick hurried along to the Old Elm. He initially cursed himself for not bringing a flashlight and then kicked himself for even thinking that. What better way in which to announce his whereabouts? He shrugged and looked around for a man who fit the description Evie had given him, but not a soul was around. He was just about to leave and look elsewhere when he noticed a dim light shining out of a shack at the entrance of the woods so he crept further to investigate.
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He cursed himself as he tripped over a chair in the middle of his pacing but he straightened himself and picked up the chair, righting it as he looked around. Oh well. Perhaps tonight wasn't the best of nights but he was certainly going to do better tomorrow. He'd catch that bloody woman.
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Rick froze as he heard a crashing noise and then the sound of somebody cursing. More specifically, the sound of a man cursing. His suspicions rose as he half-crouched, half-ran over to the shack until he was sitting underneath the small window. Weighing up his options, he could either go for his usual approach of barging in face first, guns blazing, but this was different. He wanted answers from this guy before shooting him, preferably in the face. Rick's jaw clenched in anger and he told himself to focus.
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He could sense there was somebody outside and he pulled back the gun, walking outside in an attempt to see who was sneaking around. He was cautious and he knew that this was serious enough to make sure that he wasn't caught; otherwise,
all his plans would go ascrew. He aimed his gun, ready to shoot at a moment's notice.
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Rick cursed silently as he saw the door open. So much for a surprise ambush. He did, however get a closer look at the man. Tall, shabby-looking, he fit Evie's description to a tee. He clicked the safety off his weapon and crept closer. Luckily, the guy had his back to him.
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He turned round and jumped when he saw Rick and reached for his gun to point it at him. "What the bloody hell are you doing here?" he asked angrily, his heart pounding. He paid it no heed however as he took a step back from Rick.
"I'm here to ask you a few questions, you son of a bitch!" Rick shouted, aiming his own gun at the man. "Who the hell are you and why have you been harassing my wife?"
"I ain't been harassing nobody. Now, get the hell out of here." He watched Rick closely, ready to fire at a moment's notice, but seeing that Rick too had his gun aimed and ready and he narrowed his eyes.
Rick growled angrily. He couldn't shoot yet as he had no doubt that the man would fire his weapon in retaliation if he did so. He tightened his hold on the gun. "Well, let me refresh your memory," he snarled. "She's about 5'7, has long dark hair and she works at the British Museum where you've been stalking her lately...and did I mention the fact that she's five months pregnant? Now what the hell do you want from her? Don't lie to me."
"I don't know a woman who fits that description," he lied, his eyes narrowing even further. He smirked over at Rick then said, "oh wait, maybe I do. She must be the one that I was going to kill today if only that damn officer hadn't been walking by. Oh well, tomorrow is another day I suppose. I can't wait to see what happens." He was a completely intolerable madman and not above killing anybody.
"If I allow you to live through today that is," Rick growled, his finger tightening on the trigger. He didn't know what to do; he didn't have any other choice. He had to shoot; it didn't matter about what happened to him. Just as long as he never got the chance to reach Evie again. "So now you remember who I'm talking about, now tell me what it is you want with her. I'm giving you ten seconds before I pull this trigger."
"Forget it, I'll shoot you before you have a chance to get me!" He squeezed the trigger and shot.
"Riiiiick!" Evie screamed out, pushing him out of the way of the bullet and landing on top of him. Tears fell down her cheeks as she held him close to her, not wanting to let anything happen to him. She knew he had intended to come out here tonight and she had followed him, managing to get him out of the way of being shot.
"Evie?" he asked in disbelief. He wanted to ask her what the hell she was doing here but there was no time for that as he pushed her aside and aimed his gun at the man. He had been distracted at Evie's appearance and Rick saw his chance and took it. He squeezed the trigger and hit the guy in his gun shoulder.
He held his shoulder in pain but charged forward, knocking Rick to the ground and grabbing Evie, pointing his gun at her head.
She gasped out but stayed still, not wanting anything to happen that they might all regret. The only movement she did make was to place a hand over her belly protectively. She eyed Rick pleadingly.
Rick stared at Evie anxiously, not lowering the gun, but reluctant to use it to say the least. Although the guy was at least a head taller than his wife, he couldn't just shoot him in the face. Back in the Foreign Legion, he wouldn't have had any such qualms about doing such a thing, but this was different, dammit! The lives of his wife and unborn child were at stake here and he couldn't do anything rash or stupid. "What do you want from us?" he asked slowly, keeping his gun trained on the man. Maybe if he kept him talking, he wouldn't do anything that they'd all regret.
"She knows the location to Hamunaptra and I want to know what's there...I think that she can be my guide. Isn't that a lovely idea?" he snickered as he spat off to the side.
"Please...please let go of me, I'm afraid I'll be sick," Evie pleaded. She was feeling nauseous and of all the times to suffer from morning sickness, it had to be this one. She felt tears sting her eyes and she stared at her husband, helpless as could be. She shook and he tightened the knife on her throat. She could feel the burning pain of the blade digging against the skin of her neck and she hardly dared breath.
"I suggest you make do and hold it in," her captor whispered loudly, gripping her shoulder painfully. "We couldn't do this the easy way so now we'll have to do this the harder way."
"Well, if Hamunaptra's what you're looking for, I'm afraid you're out of luck, buddy," Rick snarled. "That God-damned placedisappeared underneath the sands over a decade ago, you couldn't find it if you tried. Now that we've settled this, why don't you just let her go?"
"I suppose I could just take your wife as my treasure," the man laughed. "In fact, it is written in the book of Amun Ra that a woman who is with child will be able to raise the sands of time." He ran his hand sensually down her arm and then right over the swell of her stomach, keeping the knife pulled tight against her throat.
Evie was already in pain but now he had begun touching her. She could handle him hurting her, but oh God, she couldn't bear to have him touch her the way that only Rick was supposed to. A tear rolled down her cheek, she didn't seem to have much of a choice.
"Get your hands off of her!" Rick shouted, enraged at the sight of another man touching his wife. It made him sick to his stomach and he would rather slit his
own throat than have Evie go through something like this.
The man snickered as he kept his hand over Evie's stomach. "What are you gonna do about it?" he sneered, kissing her cheek lightly. "This kid is going to make me rich, very rich." He pulled back a little and cut the knife along the nape of her neck.
Evie squealed in pain as she felt the blade of the knife break her flesh and she squirmed in fear. Reaching her hands in one swift motion and leaving all sense of logic outside from how much she was hurting, she grabbed the knife in her palms, yanking it out of his hands. She screamed in terror and pain as the knife cut both of her hands. Still, better than her throat.
Rick gasped when he saw the blood, but it was all the distraction he needed in order to rush up to the son of a bitch and punch him hard in the face. He then punched his stomach before grabbing a hold of the guy's gun and yanking it out of his grasp, aiming it at him alongside with his own keeping both guns trained on him, ready to shoot. He made sure that he stood in front of Evie though, shielding her from view.
He doubled up in pain from the blows, falling backwards and discovering that his nose was now bleeding profusely. He gasped when he saw that Rick now had him in target, but he just smiled as he looked up at him. "What are you gonna do, shoot me?" he asked.
"Yeah. What are you gonna do about it?" said Rick mocking his earlier words. "I did it before, what makes you think I won't do it again? And this time, I'll be aiming above the neck."
He sneered. "Do you have any idea of how important your wife could be? She could be the richest woman in the world. She holds the key to the Temple Island of Philae. She holds the key," he said, pointing at her.
Evie lay weakly on the floor, holding her hands to the scratch on her neck, but her hands were bleeding more from pulling away the knife. For all the pain she felt though, she was alive and that was what mattered the most.
"You know what?" Rick told him. "I don't care about some damn key! My wife is the most important thing in my life and no one, not anybody is going to take her away from me. Not while I'm still breathing." He glanced over at Evie worriedly, seeing the blood on her. He had to get her out of here fast and finish up with this sick bastard.
"At least I'll know that the last woman I touched was your beautiful and sexy wife," the man laughed. He didn't care about dying at this point, seeing as it was unavoidable so he figured he'd just piss her husband off some more.
"And the last thing you ever see will be me killing you," said Rick squeezing the trigger. "Goodbye." And with that, he shot him in the face. He just stood there for a few moments, feeling numb until the soft sounds of Evie's whimpering brought him back to reality. He rushed over to her side, helping her to stand as he examined the back of her neck. The wound there was superficial, but the cuts on her hands warranted more attention. "Hey," he said gently. "Are you okay?"
She felt her whole world spinning around her as she broke down into tears and fell against him, not caring about getting blood all over the fine white shirt he was wearing. She could barely hold herself up and every time her hands touched him, it hurt so badly. She looked over at the bloody mess of the man on the floor and she screamed, completely terrified.
"Sssh honey, it's okay," he assured her, turning her away from the sight. "He won't hurt you anymore now, I promise." He swayed her in his arms for a moment, feeling the sobs wrack her body and he sighed. He had to get her out of here.
"Come on baby, let's go," he said, leading her out of the shack. "We have to get those cuts seen to."
She forced herself to calm down, but her knees were shaking so badly that she couldn't even hold herself upright and, as they buckled, she bent to the ground, her knees connecting with solid earth.
He bent down to pick her up, holding her close to him and pressing a kiss to her head. "We're gonna be okay baby," he said, carrying her away from that evil place. Even at this stage in her pregnancy, she was no great weight and he tucked her head under his chin, keeping her close. She was in shock and he had to get her home in order to clean her cuts and warm her up. "Talk to me Evie," he said, in an attempt to keep her from slipping out of consciousness.
Shock had stolen her body and her hands were trembling, covered in the sticky fluid of her own blood. Her head stayed nestled under his chin as she just shook. His words didn't entirely register in her mind and she swallowed hard, hanging onto just being awake. The night air was freezing and she couldn't even talk at that point.
When she didn't answer him, he was concerned, but her violent shivering worried him more and he hurried back to their house, locking the door quietly behind him and hoping to God that Alex was still asleep. He carried Evie up into their bedroom and gently lay her down on the bed before going to fetch the first aid kit. He took one of her hands in his, very gently wiping the blood from her palm. Now that he got a better look at it, it appeared to be worse than it really was. She wasn't going to need stitches, but nevertheless, he knew that it had to hurt.
Her clothes were dark with her blood and she was still shaking badly from the cold and the shock. Her body was having a hard time adjusting to all of this and her mind couldn't keep up. Her eyes darted about the room, tying to stay focused on something, but having a hard time considering how nervous she was. She stared at her blouse, the blood only scaring her more, not to mention the fact that the man had touched her body and pregnant womb the way that she had *only* let Rick do. She had stopped crying, but she was still just as frightened.
She was far too quiet for his liking and it scared him. He chatted softly to her as he cleaned her wounds, gently wrapping a bandage around each palm to stop the bleeding. Having done that, he tended to the wound on her neck before beginning to unfasten her blouse. "Let's get you into something warmer, okay?" he said, easing the shirt off of her body and wrapping the blanket around her
while he went to get clothing from the chest of drawers. She was almost non-responsive and that frightened him.
Evie didn't nod or shake her head, but just kept thinking about what had happened. It was almost more frightening than the time in Ahm Shere when she had been stabbed in the stomach. She lay still on the bed, her eyes following him, but her lips formed no words. She didn't know what to say and she couldn't even feel the pain in her hands anymore.
Rick frowned. He had to get her out of this, but he didn't know how. All he could do was to be there for her and offer his support and his love. He returned to their bed and gently wrapped her in one of his shirts, knowing that it would be big and loose enough for her to be comfortable in, but also thick enough to keep her warm and he had to keep her warm. She was in shock. He held her close, rubbing her back soothingly and pressing gentle kisses to her face. "Say something, Evie," he pleaded, rocking her gently.
It was a long time that she remained like that, but her body eventually stilled its trembling and she broke out of shock when she felt the first kicks of her baby within her womb. She shivered and gasped out, putting her hands to her belly in a shocked manner and looked up at Rick, acknowledging his presence for the first time.
He stared at her in concern when she cried out. She still hadn't said anything, but at least now she seemed to know he was there. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked gently, squeezing her. "Are you in pain or something?"
She shook her head, staring at him with wide eyes. "No, I'm alright...I felt the baby kick." And sure enough, she felt the soft fluttering where her hand was pressed to her belly. "I can feel the baby."
The frown on his face transformed into a huge grin as he lay his hand on her stomach, feeling the tiny life moving inside of her. He rubbed her belly soothingly and kissed her forehead. He was so happy that she had finally snapped out of her silence and was talking to him again. "I can feel it too," he said softly, gazing into her eyes. "Evie, are you alright?" he asked seriously.
"I'm okay. I guess I just got a little scared back there." She held tightly to him, feeling the sensations of her baby continuing to move around inside of her as she held onto her husband. "I couldn't let you face that man alone."
He sighed, holding onto her tight. "I know honey, I know," he murmured, rocking her gently. "But I had to go after him, he was dangerous and disturbed. I didn't want him to keep harassing you, you know that. But I was stupid and I didn't think and because of that, you got hurt. I'm sorry Evie, I'm so sorry. I was so stupid.""No, it wasn't your fault." She let him rock her in his arms. It felt comforting. It was just the three of them together like this and she held onto him as though she had almost lost him. "I love you Rick," she whispered. "Please be more careful next time."
He sighed deeply, kissing her forehead. "Oh Evie, I love you so much," he said, keeping her close. "And I will try and be more careful, but hopefully there isn't going to be a next time. I think we've been through enough lately, don't you?" He continued rubbing her belly, kissing her gently. "How are your hands?"
She looked down at them, seeing the white gauze he had wrapped so tenderly around them. "They don't hurt too badly. It was all I could think to do when he had the knife to my neck," she told him, pulling him so that they both lay down on the bed.
He went with her, cuddling close as he stroked her back soothingly. "I know sweetheart," he said quietly. "And you were so brave. But it's over now, it's all over." He kissed the top of her head before pulling back slightly to look at her as though he had just made an amazing discovery. "Hey, you want to know what's weird? You can fit into my shirts now," he teased, trying to lighten things up a little.
She batted at his shoulder playfully. "Darling, they are still too big on me, I can just get my stomach into them. Besides, I wear your clothes even if I can't fit into them," she whispered. She knew he always found it sexy when he came home to find her lounging around in one of his shirts.
"When you're right, you're right," he said, smiling. He nuzzled her nose gently with his, relieved that she was feeling better enough to joke around with him. "I must admit, I've always enjoyed seeing you in one of my dress shirts...and nothing else." He kissed her gently.
"Are you attempting to turn me on, Monsieur O'Connell?" she asked, trying to form her voice like one of Johnathan's French girls. She chuckled at her own sad attempts, but ran her hands down his back carefully so as not to hurt herself.
"You betcha," he said, nuzzling the hollow of her throat, his shoulders shaking with laughter. "Well, you do happen to be wearing one of my shirts right now, so at least out of the two of us,*I'm* feeling pretty turned-on," he teased, letting his head rest lightly on her chest, breathing in time with her.
Evie sighed, running her fingers through his hair. She loved him so much. If he was aroused then they could certainly do something with this. She however was going to be playful. "Well, at least *one* of us is aroused."
"And that means that the other can't be far behind," he laughed, nuzzling her breasts through the fabric of the shirt. He closed his eyes and sighed, just happy to lie here like this, his head on her chest and her hands in his hair. "Mmmm, keep doing that," he murmured, loving the feel of her soft hands running through his hair.
"I wasn't planning on stopping," she said, tightening and relaxing her hands in his hair, holding, touching, and teasing. "Oh I don't know Rick," she whispered. "You might have to work with me a bit," she told him as his hands grazed her pregnant belly. She wanted him to erase the memories of what had happened that night and she smiled seductively. "You know...arouse me and such."
"Arouse you, huh?" he asked, lifting his head slightly in order to look up at her. He thought she had just been playing with him, not actually being serious. "Have you been sniffing anti-septic cream again, Evie?" he asked suspiciously.
She shook her head, moving his hand over her shirt to rest on the bump of her belly. She gazed into his eyes. "Can you believe that your child is in here?" she said softly, sexily. She felt his fingers rubbing over her belly, searching for signs of life.
He smiled at her as he moved his hand over her stomach, pushing the shirt up in order to access her bare skin and he nuzzled the warm flesh there, kissing her belly just the way he knew she liked, letting his tongue snake out to taste her.
"So you *are* attempting to arouse me," she said, her hands going back to his hair and smoothing down the dark locks. She sighed, feeling the baby move inside of her, kicking at Rick's lips as though saying he wasn't allowed to touch mama.
"Only if you think you can handle it," he said slyly, letting his hands rub over her stomach as he kissed his her bare skin. "Have I told you lately that I really like your bump?" he murmured, dipping his tongue into her belly button.
"That bump is turning into your child, I think you should love it," she said, moaning a little. Her belly button was so very sensitive and a rain of pleasure shot straight down to her centre, causing her to cry out softly.
He smiled in response to her little sounds and decided to move things along a little, moving back up her body to unfasten the buttons on the shirt she wore, revealing her naked body to his hungry gaze. His fingers grazed the sides of her breasts teasingly, knowing how sensitised she had become since her pregnancy had begun.
She moved her hands to his wrists, holding him there, sliding her hands down his own and moving their fingers to run over her breasts. She pinched her nipples, feeling them harden. She loved touching herself and she loved the way he responded when he watched her touch her own body.
He groaned at the sight of her pleasuring herself and he sat up, pulling her with him and moving them so that he sat against the headboard of the bed with her in front of him, sitting between his thighs. One of his arms was around her stomach, holding her tightly to him, while his free hand grasped one of her own, guiding it to the juncture of her thighs. "Touch yourself, Evie," he murmured, kissing the side of her neck. "Let me watch you."
She nodded, toying with the skin of her thighs before resting her palm over the curls protecting her flesh. She softly touched the very layers of her centre, feeling the wetness of her arousal dripping from her and she pushed a finger through the two folds to enter herself. Her movements were slow and elegant, like a dance, and her other hand wove around the back of his neck.
"Yeah, sweetheart, just like that," he encouraged, watching over her shoulder as she began moving her fingers in and out of herself. "God honey, you're so sexy," he breathed, one hand remaining stationery on the curve of her stomach while the other moved to her breast, his fingers playing delicately with the nipple. He suckled at her neck, but kept his eyes open to witness her every movement.
After a few moments of thrusting her fingers in and out of her body, giving herself so much pleasure, her head fell back to rest on his shoulder and she closed her eyes. She pulled her fingers free, sliding the wetness from herself and lifted her fingers dripping with her own secretions to his lips, offering him a taste.
His tongue darted out, lapping at her fingers before reaching for her wrist, moving her fingers into his mouth and he suckled hard, savouring the taste of her juices. His eyes slipped shut as he concentrated on his task, his teeth lightly grazing her knuckles and his tongue moving under her fingers.
She turned her head a little so that she could look at him. "Taste good?" she asked, knowing that they were lost in a world that belonged to them alone. She could feel his erection pressing up against her buttocks and she pulled her fingers from his mouth in order to grab her ass and separating her cheeks so that while she sat on his lap, he could rub against that part of her body. Then
she slipped her fingers back inside of herself once more, gathering up the wetness before offering them to his lips again.
He accepted them eagerly, licking her fingers clean, sucking on the slender digits. "Evie," he sighed, letting her fingers slip out of his mouth. "God, you taste incredible." He moved her hand back between her legs, settling her into position. "Let me see more," he whispered, rubbing his cock against her a little. "Touch your clit."
She nodded, pushing through the soft folds and she immediately grasped her clit, pinching the swollen pink flesh. She gave out little cries of pleasure and excitement, keeping her arm wrapped around his neck.
He moaned softly as he watched his wife pleasuring herself in his arms and he rocked his hips against her slightly. He nuzzled her ear, gently nibbling on the lobe, as his breathing grew heavier. He kept one hand on her stomach, caressing it softly while his other hand toyed with her breast. "Does that feel good, Evie?" he sighed.
Her head nodded affirmatively as she pushed her thumb hard against her clit. She leaned her head back against him, her arm clenching tight around him as she climaxed, her own fingers buried deep inside herself. She rode it out and then slumped against him, letting him hold her. She pulled out her fingers, glistening with the evidence of her arousal and pushed them into his mouth. "Taste me," she whispered.
He did so, licking her clean before he tilted her chin to look at him. He brushed her lips with his, pulling away slightly so that he could look at her face, flushed from her orgasm. "You're beautiful when you come, you know," he told her, kissing her again.
She turned around then so that she was sitting on his lap, facing him. She leaned forward, kissing his lips hungrily before pulling back slightly to look into his eyes. "I can taste myself on you," she whispered, and then delved back into the kiss, running her tongue along his.
He moaned his reply into her mouth and let his hands run through her hair, holding her to him as his tongue dueled with hers. God, there wasn't a thing about this woman that didn't turn him on. One of his hands moved down her back, pressing her swollen stomach to him so that he could rub against her a little.
It was her turn to moan when he did that and she let him play with the swell of her belly, feeling him so hard against her. He needed attention badly and she was going to give it to him. She scooted back some, letting his fingers feel the warmth of her centre burning with arousal, but just as he reached for her, she shook her head and moved his hand down to his cock.
He groaned as his hand closed round his erection, squeezing it slightly. His eyes closed and his head tipped back on his shoulders as he moved his fist up and down his length a few times. He was panting lightly when his eyes fluttered open to gaze at her mournfully. "Can't I touch you?" he asked, slowing the movements of his hand.
She leaned forward to kiss his lips, wrapping her hand tightly around his fist and moving it slowly, sensually up and down his cock, letting him feel himself. "I'll come soon enough," she told him gently, rubbing the tip of his penis against the swell of her belly.
He moaned again, letting her hand guide his over the length of his swollen cock, his eyes slipping shut once more. It felt so good to finally get some attention, even if it was his own hand generating that pleasure. He would have much preferred her own soft little hands touching him, but he guessed that fair was fair since he did always enjoy watching her touch herself. It was only right that he could do the same for her.
She brushed her lips over his ear, biting gently on the lobe and whispering softly to him. "I want to touch you," she sighed, rubbing her cheek against his. She let him continue to brush the tip of his erection over her belly, feeling the pre-cum there.
"Touch me then," he moaned, gasping out when he felt her teeth nip at the sensitive flesh of his earlobe. His hands didn't let up on the smooth strokes of his cock however, and his other hand moved to cup and soothe his aching balls, his breathing laboured.
She pulled his hands away to his groans of disappointment and made him lie down on his back. Once he was comfortably settled against the pillows, she climbed onto him so that her stomach was resting on his, her backside against him as she lowered her lips delicately to the tip of his cock. One hand reached to stroke his balls as she took him tenderly into her mouth.
He moaned when he felt her take him into her mouth and he stroked the skin of her thighs, gasping out to her, "Evie honey, do me a favour and back up a little would you?" He licked his lips, moaning again. "I want to taste you too."
She moved herself back a little, shifting so that she practically lay on top of him and she sighed, waiting to feel his lips on her. She brought him into her mouth, rolling her tongue around him.
He gasped at the feel of her hot, wet mouth engulfing his cock and in automatic response, his mouth latched onto her clit, sucking hard. He closed his eyes as his tongue worked her, his hands grasping the skin of her thighs and molding the soft flesh. He loved the sensation of her mouth on him as the same time he had his on her and it felt simply incredible. It was a win-win situation all round, he decided, focusing his attention on her, suckling greedily.
She gasped out when she felt his tongue on her and she let her teeth graze his cock ever so slightly. Her eyes closed tightly and she moaned against him, lapping at him hungrily. Her hand still held his balls, rolling them gently in her palm.
He'd praise her for her attention to him if he wasn�t so currently occupied, but he let her know about it by voicing his pleasure, moaning into her loudly. He let her clit slip out of his mouth momentarily and he stabbed two fingers up into her, pumping roughly for a while before bringing his lips back to her once more, lavishing attention on her lovingly.
She felt the world spinning around her and she sighed in complete bliss. She sucked harder at him, but had to pull back and groan when she felt his teeth against her. "Oh God, Rick, I love you," she gasped before wrapping her mouth around him again.
He would have replied to that, but he was reluctant to take his mouth off of her so he simply moaned in response, letting her feel his love for her though his caresses. Her lips around his cock felt so amazing and he voiced his pleasure again when he felt the vibrations of her moans around his cock, only serving to heighten his enjoyment. He kept up his efforts, sucking strongly at her. His chin and jaw were coated in her juices and he was loving every minute of this.
She could feel her pleasure growing, could feel it surrounding her and she sucked on him roughly, knowing she was going to come soon. She pushed her hips against his face, shuddering in delight as she felt herself spill into orgasm, her mouth never leaving his cock.
He reached his climax soon after hers, his hips jerking up a little into her mouth as he spilled into her, his lips leaving her body to call out her name as he came. His eyes were clenched tight shut and he panted heavily, trembling as a result of his orgasm.
She swallowed his seed, cleaning him off gently before climbing off of him, rubbing her belly as she did so. This position was nice, but it was getting a little difficult now that her stomach was growing larger. She lay beside him, rolling on her side to face him. She ran her hand over his cheek lovingly and offered him a small smile.
His head turned toward hers on the pillow, leaning into her hand and smiling back at her sleepily. He shifted so that he could pull her body closer to his, his arms holding her tightly. Her belly was pressed against him and he could feel their little one's fluttering movements between them. He kissed her deeply, sighing into her mouth.
She licked his lips and then her own as she pulled back slightly to yawn, giggling at herself. She brought his hand to her lips and kissed it a few times. "Do you know how much I love you?" she asked softly, eager to make sure that he knew. Her head nestled against him comfortably.
"Hmm, maybe about as much as I love you, which is a lot?" he queried, smiling sweetly at her. "I love you so much that it physically hurts sometimes Evie, You've saved me so many times, you put up with my nonsense and I love you for it."
She held his hand, moving it down to her womb. "You've never given me any nonsense," she told him gently, letting his hands smooth over her stomach. "My life was missing something until I found you. You gave me everything I could ever need, a child more perfect than anything in the world, another child soon to belong to our family, to you and me." She kissed him gently. "I love you for all you are and all you make me be."
He smiled at her words, resting his hand on her belly, right where their baby was nestled. "I love you for everything *you* are," he said softly. "You make my life complete. You're everything to me Evie, my love, my heart, and my soul. The mother of my children." He kissed her tenderly. "I love you so very much."
She grabbed the blanket and pulled it over them, resting her head on his chest. "Just hold me," she whispered as she yawned again. She cuddled against his familiar body, nestling close.
"Always," he told her, rubbing her back gently and yawning himself. It had been a long night and right now, all he wanted to do was sleep with his wife in his arms. He closed his eyes, the movements of his hands slowing, then finally coming to a halt as the beating of her heart lulled him into slumber, the smile still on his face even in his sleep.