Ransom's Redemption (Chris Evans Fancast Fic)

Part 17: Clicks and Clashes

I am starting to see why some families get so big.

"Ransom!"

That half hiss, half moan gets to me every time, I think as I hold her wrists at the small of her back with one hand, and firmly grip her hip with the other. The side of her face is on the pillow, allowing her to breathe, allowing me to hear her moans and cries. I pound her steadily to my satisfaction, rocking her back and forth on me, watching her arch and shiver, feeling her clench and quiver around me as she slickens for me yet again. "Mimi...fuck!"

"Uhhhhnnn...." She moans, twerking the last of her release as I run my hands over her, and making me move again to give her my own. As soon as I let her hands go she grasps handfuls of sheets, panting and rocking slowly, and I collapse on her, kissing her back and panting with her. My arms go around her and I can't resist stroking and fondling the front of her body, making her sigh. She feels so good.

I kiss her back again, rub my beard against her skin, and I inhale that hint of honey and wildflowers on her and smile. "You smell so good!"

She giggles, "Do you like it?"

"You always smell great, baby." I hold her tight and turn our bodies to our sides, successfully not pulling out of her. Her hips align with mine and my hold turns into spooning. She turns her head, and I kiss her cheek.

"You have to tell me what you like," she says softly. "I wear lots of bath stuff."

"I know!" I laugh, and she laughs with me. "They all work, you know what you're doing."

"I love everything you wear—" She reaches back and gently spanks my hip. "or don't!"

We share a laugh at that as I move my hips. "Looks like we're on the same wavelength." I am quiet for a moment. "I got a call."

"From?"

"An agent," I say neutrally.  "Well, actually, a few."

She gives a small gasp of excitement. "About your art?"

"One was about art," I tell her, exhaling. "the other was about...modeling."

She is quiet for a moment. "Seriously?"

"Yeah, seriously!" I tickle her sides. "Remember I used to model in junior high and high school? I even did some stuff in college."

"Yeah, I remember," she says slowly.  "What do they want?"

"They want me to do a basic spread, some head shots—"

"For more gigs," she finishes. "You can't leave the state, Hugh. Do they know that?"

Ah, Hugh. She's about to get serious. I exhale heavily, but do not give up my position. It's a good one, and talking to her like this is...well, it's nice. "I think they know. I'll remind them." I snuggle closer behind her. "It's just that...it's money, Mimi...real money."

"Tea Time Somewhere is doing okay—"

"And we just opened the Man Cave next door to Clockwork," I whisper, kissing her shoulder.  "It's a good concept, babe." The idea of the place was to offer resale men's designer merchandise along with custom pieces from some of the guys at Clockwork with a small barber shop in the back and a small club setting in the front complete with bar, pool table, dart boards and what not. "Are we getting any takers on Cave TV?"

"A few, mostly film students, college students and fitness trainers, but I'm okay with that," she shrugs. "We need to do a lineup on that, by the way, especially if it's going to loop."

"Yeah, but let's see what we've got, first."

"Yeah."

Not sure what to say next, I give her a squeeze.