Félix & Marinette︲Intensity

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The next business day, where Félix was found to be in his home office for practically a quarter of the day, I was taking the opportunity to prepare for dinner in the kitchen without Ciara's help. Of course, the moment my back or thighs would ache, I'd take a seat at the dining table to avoid overexerting myself. As long as I take breaks, he won't interfere and attempt to stop me from what I'm doing.

With Chanel roaming around my feet tickling my ankles with her white fur, I continue to mash the mixture of boiled potatoes, garlic, and crème fraîche in a bowl, giggling, "Sweetie, you already ate, didn't you?"

She purred and began climbing up one of my shins, looking up at me, "Prrrr~"

"Okay, okay. I'll give you some of this-" I inhale suddenly, processing harsh kicks upon my ribs, and I immediately place my free hand on the spot, "Ugh! All four of you, stop it! Let me whip up Daddy's serving first!" A groan left my lips, and so I began hastily placing the seared steak, that I had thinly sliced, on one side of the plate, then proceeded to set down a scoop of the mashed potatoes and sautéed broccoli with some distance in between. Yes, I've become deft after a couple of tries and have achieved in mastering top-quality presentation. Breathing in and out, I wipe my forehead with the back of my hand, and vigilantly make my way to the dining table and place down his plate in front of his usual seat.

...Oh, right! The wine!

I scream internally and walk back to the kitchen island, bending down just a little to locate the bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon from the bottom shelf and then standing upright to pop the cork off. The aromatic depth of the drink filled my nose, and I only brought it closer to sniff it in, closing my eyes, "Oh how much I miss wine..." I sigh out loud and open my eyes as I turn around to grab a glass. By the time I begin to pour the dark liquid, a pair of strong arms wrap around my waist and a naughty, hot mouth presses against my nape with the help of a masculine hand that moves my hair aside.

"You didn't have to do all this for me, lovebug.." He exhales, leaving me blushing and shivering from his every word that teased my body temperature. "But I'll forever appreciate you going out of your way to please me, so don't stress over it."

As I battle tranquilizing my racing heart, I lean back into him after placing the bottle down, "I.. I want to be a good wife to you..." I smile weakly, pulling my thighs together from yet another spark pooling in my cervix, small trembles frequenting my legs.

"Shh, you're doing perfect.. Now close your eyes.." His hands move to caress my abdomen, his entire crotch pressing against my lower back.

"H-Huh...?" I question in confusion, looking down at myself.

He breathes on my shoulder, kissing it, "Close your eyes and hold onto the counter.."

"Oh, uh.." I inhale deeply, and do just as he says, knowing he'd always be dominant over me in most cases, but I couldn't help but feel even more aroused. "...Okay. Now what?"

"Now just relax.." He whispered, and slowly began lifting my belly up, which felt quite odd to me in the first few moments. But when I felt the weight of the triplets no longer hang down, I immediately felt relief rush through my petite body, "Ohh Félix, honey.. This feels.. I really needed this..." I tell him softly with a smile, gripping the counter as I straighten my spine. "Oh Goddd..."

"I did my research, because I wanted to help you in some possible way." Smiling also, he brushed his mouth along the curve of my neck, holding my belly up with his hands, "We'll stay like this for about five minutes. All you have to do is focus on your breathing, alright?"