The Fourth Life: Chapter 36 (adult)

"No, Babe, no crying," he said, coming out of the bathroom, and finding her, knees tucked up as far as they could go with her belly in the way, and tears streaming down her face.  He crept on to the bed next to her, and held her from behind.  "None of this, now."


She held his hands that were crossed over her chest.  "I'm sorry.  I'll stop.  Just need a minute."


He pulled her closer.  "We'll beat this, like we did everything else.  You and I against the world, Blair.  Last night, me, now you."


She nodded, closing her eyes.  "Worried, about you."


'I'm okay.  No worries about me, not anymore.  I can take care of you and the kids."


"I know that, I've never doubted that.  But who will take care of you, Todd?"


"You," he said in her ear, and brought his lips to her neck, just below her earlobe.


"That's a big job.  What if I can't?"


He petted her hair.  "You're worried I'll go back into that obsession thing?  I'm done with it, Blair.  You are all more important to me.  I don't care anymore.  I can't lose you.  That's all that matters.  I won't put myself in jail and take me away from you.  Carlo can rot in prison, Carlo can get the death penalty, Carlo can go free.  It's done."


She turned toward him, "You promise?"


"Yes.  Yes, I promise.  And you know I won't make those easily."


"I know."


"I'm going to let it go, I've been letting it go."


She looked into his face, and touched his scar, resting her hand there a moment.  "You've always left me, Todd.  Always."


"No, I'm never leaving you.  I won't.  This time, I won't leave you."


He bent to kiss her, and pulled her close, feeling her hands slide over his back.  She licked his lips, and the tip of his tongue with hers, and he wanted her, so much.


He undressed her, starting with her top, undoing the buttons carefully, and kissing her breasts as he went.  She said, "We might need the tub.  This belly's always in the way."


"The tub it is," he said.  He couldn't deny he was really into the hot tub love-making with her at this point.  Pregnant or not, it had become the place they gravitated to.  He jumped up to run the bath, and she finished taking off her clothes.  She stood, taking a silky robe from the back of the door, that draped over her, sheer and revealing.  He returned to her, and his breath caught in his throat.  "How can you look so beautiful all the time?"


"It runs in the family.  Look at you."


"Don't start this again, Blair."


"No, Todd, look at you.  Just really look."  She brought him to the mirror, and stopped, hiding behind him, and both of them looking at his nude form.  Aside from the countless marks, slices and rectangles here and there, which distracted the eye at first, he was perfect; an Adonis standing in her bedroom.  From the broad shoulders and muscular arms, chiseled chest and abs, to his slim waist and perfect male anatomy, she meant her word: beautiful.  


He said, "So?"


"Oh, I give up," she said.  He turned to her and the shadow of her curves hid underneath the smooth, transparent material.  He whisked it off her in one grab, and kissed at her, full of want and need.  They did their spinning dance, in each others' arms, to the bathroom, and he ascended the stairs to the tub first.  Sinking in, he put out his hand.  "The temperature seems right."


She walked the three steps, and sunk in as well, floating over him, a goddess.  "Yep, perfect."  She joined her fingers behind his neck, and sat, straddling his lap, and kissed his nose playfully.


He began to rub himself against her, between her thighs, and she let her head drop to the side, her eyes closed, relishing what he was able to do to her with the simplest of things.  "Feels great, being here with you," she said.  


He didn't answer, instead, he fondled her, and teased, until she pressed her hand against his, directing it, saying, "Don't stop."


He wouldn't, and it made him smile that she still said it, often, as if he would.  She should have known he would never stop anything that made her look and sound this sexy.  Her moans brought him to the height of his desire, and he could barely wait to be in her.  He felt her tense up and then cry out, his fingers gripped on all sides by her, and she sighed, putting her head over his shoulder and closing her eyes.


"Good?"  he asked, her. 


She was quiet, drifting.  "Good."  He let her bask, and then, taking one of her nipples in his lips, drawing her closer, lifted her hips and directed her onto him.  She looked directly into his eyes, and he into hers, as he made love to her, and the water splashed around them and onto the floor.  The water level was a fourth of the way gone before they finished.  


As he became more urgent and his movements accelerated, she bent her head to his mouth and took his bottom lip in hers, then sliding her tongue in between his lips, she pulled herself closer and tilted forward, to the angle and tightness that she knew drove him wild.  Hearing him call out her name against her mouth and pulsate inside her, she kissed along his lips, scar and neck, and settled down, floating against him, as his rapid breaths blew against her hair.  He stayed quiet, much like the Todd of old, and she did as well, resting in the water.  After a few minutes, she was stirred alert by his reaching to add water to the tub, and turn on the more gentle jets to massage against their skin.   


Through the glass panes that arched onto the ceiling, the moon was peeking in and out of clouds.  He said, "Do you think it's like this for everyone?"

"No," she said, "I know it's not.  You barely have to touch me."


"I know."  He said, and he lifted his eyes to the sky.  "The moon is so clear.  Even behind those clouds."


"It is."  She looked up, and said, "Things will be all right, won't they?"


He covered her belly with both of his hands.  "Yes, things will be all right.  I'll see to it." 


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