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spongetastic) wrote2010-06-19 10:13 am
spongetastic) wrote2010-06-19 10:13 am
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Kisses for Elle, part one
Her belly was really starting to swell. Peter personally thought that Elle looked even more beautiful this way. Feeling that little life kick him was the most amazing thing. He watched her make her way through the house struggling under the weight of their unborn child.
The couple were in bed together though neither one was asleep. Peter liked staying awake listening to Elle’s breathing. Since she was so pregnant she was only comfortable on her back or her side. At the moment she was on her back with Peter nestled up beside her.
“God, I’m huge,” Elle complained. “If this kid gets any bigger I’m going to explode.”
“You’re beautiful,” Peter insisted. Elle let out a snort and turned over, showing him her back. Peter ran his hands over her arms and down her sides. The material of her nightgown felt good under his fingers. He took the ends of her gown, slowly pulling them up as his lips peppered kisses on her clothed back.
“Peter,” she sighed out.
“You’re beautiful, Elle,” he repeated. He pulled up enough of her gown so his lips touched her bare back. He could feel her starting to relax but just in case she wasn’t convinced, Peter kept kissing her back until she finally gave in and turned around to give him the rest of her.
--
He hummed to himself as he poked the sizzling bacon. Peter didn’t eat the stuff, of course: he was making it for Elle. Just because he didn’t eat meat didn’t mean Peter was opposed to cooking it for his wife. And speaking of his wife, if the clock was right she should be waking up any minute.
Peter had the plate waiting for her when Elle came in the kitchen. “Mm, something smells good,” she commented.
“Yeah, but what about the breakfast?” Peter retorted. Elle laughed, wrapping her arms around him and kissing his neck.
“That smells pretty good too.”
“So…” Peter pulled his thoughts together long enough to turn the stove off. Elle’s lips on his neck were really distracting. “So, um… breakfast?”
“Maybe later,” Elle murmured. It would be much later if she kept kissing Peter’s neck…
--
“Bad dream, baby?” Elle asked sympathetically. She frowned, reaching out to touch Peter’s scar with a finger. She knew very well that it formed only when he was upset. Its appearance was a better answer than any words Peter could muster.
Peter let out a sigh, too rattled from his dream to manage sleep now. Elle ran her fingers over his shoulders soothingly. She dug into his muscles hoping to relieve some of the tension. The massage felt really good. Elle’s lips brushed against his shoulders, making it even better.
“Better?” she asked softly. Peter smiled, touching his face thoughtfully. He could feel the scar slowly disappearing.
“Getting there,” he answered.
--
Elle was now what was commonly referred to as a “cougar”. Younger men looked on her with lust and older women looked on her with envy. Especially if they saw her out with Peter. He could hear them thinking how lucky Elle was to be with a hot young stud, and when he shared those thoughts with Elle the two laughed about it.
“Hot young stud,” Elle echoed, grinning as she played with his hair. “I like it.”
“Even though technically I’m older than you,” Peter added. Though of course he didn’t look it. To the rest of the world, he was still not even thirty.
“Hot stud, then,” Elle corrected playfully. Peter smiled, running his fingers through her hair. He could see wrinkles starting to form on her skin. He kissed them, getting a pleasant sigh out of Elle.
“And you are one hot cougar,” he whispered, claiming her lips in a heated kiss. She responded to him instantly. After all these years they still lusted after each other.
Peter’s tongue slid out to taste Elle’s mouth. She let him in, pulling him flush against her. Then they started going at it like the years didn’t mean anything at all. Like they were still young and exploring each other for the first time.
The couple were in bed together though neither one was asleep. Peter liked staying awake listening to Elle’s breathing. Since she was so pregnant she was only comfortable on her back or her side. At the moment she was on her back with Peter nestled up beside her.
“God, I’m huge,” Elle complained. “If this kid gets any bigger I’m going to explode.”
“You’re beautiful,” Peter insisted. Elle let out a snort and turned over, showing him her back. Peter ran his hands over her arms and down her sides. The material of her nightgown felt good under his fingers. He took the ends of her gown, slowly pulling them up as his lips peppered kisses on her clothed back.
“Peter,” she sighed out.
“You’re beautiful, Elle,” he repeated. He pulled up enough of her gown so his lips touched her bare back. He could feel her starting to relax but just in case she wasn’t convinced, Peter kept kissing her back until she finally gave in and turned around to give him the rest of her.
--
He hummed to himself as he poked the sizzling bacon. Peter didn’t eat the stuff, of course: he was making it for Elle. Just because he didn’t eat meat didn’t mean Peter was opposed to cooking it for his wife. And speaking of his wife, if the clock was right she should be waking up any minute.
Peter had the plate waiting for her when Elle came in the kitchen. “Mm, something smells good,” she commented.
“Yeah, but what about the breakfast?” Peter retorted. Elle laughed, wrapping her arms around him and kissing his neck.
“That smells pretty good too.”
“So…” Peter pulled his thoughts together long enough to turn the stove off. Elle’s lips on his neck were really distracting. “So, um… breakfast?”
“Maybe later,” Elle murmured. It would be much later if she kept kissing Peter’s neck…
--
“Bad dream, baby?” Elle asked sympathetically. She frowned, reaching out to touch Peter’s scar with a finger. She knew very well that it formed only when he was upset. Its appearance was a better answer than any words Peter could muster.
Peter let out a sigh, too rattled from his dream to manage sleep now. Elle ran her fingers over his shoulders soothingly. She dug into his muscles hoping to relieve some of the tension. The massage felt really good. Elle’s lips brushed against his shoulders, making it even better.
“Better?” she asked softly. Peter smiled, touching his face thoughtfully. He could feel the scar slowly disappearing.
“Getting there,” he answered.
--
Elle was now what was commonly referred to as a “cougar”. Younger men looked on her with lust and older women looked on her with envy. Especially if they saw her out with Peter. He could hear them thinking how lucky Elle was to be with a hot young stud, and when he shared those thoughts with Elle the two laughed about it.
“Hot young stud,” Elle echoed, grinning as she played with his hair. “I like it.”
“Even though technically I’m older than you,” Peter added. Though of course he didn’t look it. To the rest of the world, he was still not even thirty.
“Hot stud, then,” Elle corrected playfully. Peter smiled, running his fingers through her hair. He could see wrinkles starting to form on her skin. He kissed them, getting a pleasant sigh out of Elle.
“And you are one hot cougar,” he whispered, claiming her lips in a heated kiss. She responded to him instantly. After all these years they still lusted after each other.
Peter’s tongue slid out to taste Elle’s mouth. She let him in, pulling him flush against her. Then they started going at it like the years didn’t mean anything at all. Like they were still young and exploring each other for the first time.