As they awaken the next morning, Max and Helen find the home eerily quiet. Normally, even if they are the first ones up, there is some sort of noise plaguing them. Whether that's alarm clocks, text messages, the humming of the electricity flowing through the house.
Yet this morning, it's beyond quiet.
Rolling onto his side, Max looks down at Helen as she yawns and stretches against the silk sheets as the purple duvet cover loosely lays against her body.
"Morning, Cutie." He says and she blushes as she finishes her stretching and places her left hand on his right bearded cheek.
"Mmm, my handsome man." She gently tugs on his beard to encourage him to kiss her- which he obliges her easily. "Sleep well?"
"Next to you, always." He gently pulls her closer to him and presses more kisses to her lips.
"It's weirdly quiet...don't you think?" She asks and he listens himself to the whole atmosphere of the home above them.
"Yeah, very weird. Let's not disturb it." He says as he pulls the covers over top of them and holds himself above her body. Her legs spread for him to kneel in between, he cradles her head in one hand and holds himself up with the other as he begins a slow and methodical pathway of kisses from her lips, down her neck, to her clavicles, and to just the top of her exposed breasts under her camisole.
"Haha...did you forget we are barred at the moment."
"Just stay relaxed and we won't trigger anything." He smirks as he slowly slides her camisole up her torso and kisses her stomach- his beard tickling her as he goes- sending out little girlish giggles from her. He backs up slowly down the bed under the duvet as he continues his kissing and when he meets the top of her pelvis, he simply continues his slow raid by slowly slipping her night shorts down her legs and off her body.
"Haha...Darling? You can't..." She giggles and looms at him down her body under the very darkening blanket. She can hardly see him, but she feels his mouth finding her pleasure spot and with little to no care for her warning, he voraciously begins to lap and suck at her sex. One hand rubs over her breast as the other's elbow holds him up, while that hand plays with her. "Mmmmm...oooohhh...."
He moves his mouth faster against her and she can only close her eyes and take in the sensation of him.
"Mmm...." She quietly moans as her hands find their way to his hair- her fingers tangling in his brown locks. He continues and she builds her pleasure quickly. The monitor for now remains relatively silent.
But as he continues and she feels she's about to burst the damn thing starts going off.
"Max..." She groans wishing to just be normal again.
However, Max doesn't stop despite the noise. He keeps going and Helen forces herself to ignore the beeping. Just as it's becoming too loud to ignore- Helen finds her climax and pulls him from her sex- bringing him up to kiss her fervently.
"Damn thing..." She sighs as the monitor slowly stops and then her phone goes off. Picking up, she tries to calm her tone. "Morning...no...no everything is alright. Yes...no I'm perfectly fine. Yes...thank you. Have a good day."
Hanging up, she tosses it to the bedside table and Max smirks as he leaves small nibbles and kisses on her neck and shoulders.
"You are trouble." She grumbles and he leaves a kiss on her lips.
"Did you not enjoy yourself?"
"I did...right up until the phone call."
"Well it's not like they know what was happening."
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Intertwined
Fanfiction****Alternate Universe: New Amsterdam*** Helen Sharpe has been trying her best to simply keep her head above water. As a single mother of two teenage boys: she has to do all she can to not only keep them from burning their world down, but also find...
