The Book Of Me & You

"The Fade Of The Glimmer, The Drop Of The Hammer"

"What took you so long?" Her head rose slowly, dragging the luffa down her bent left leg.

"I..." He trailed, mouth going slightly agape from seeing her in the tub, as he shut the door, "wanted to check on John - make sure he was really asleep before... we did anything." The way his eyes roamed, made her giggle as she rose a brow at him standing there, open-mouthed, holding the chocolate shake she'd bought him. "Thought you might like some?"

She giggled again, loving that he knew her so well as she reached out for it, and took a sip, "This is really good," The moan that escaped her mouth upon the sweetness hitting her tongue, making her blush as he wasted no time stripping in front of her. Biting her lip, she took a longer sip, "but I know something better..."

Ricky was smirking, lowering himself slowly into the tub, "Do you now?" His voice getting lower, huskier, moving further into her.

Amy nodded, taking another long sip before putting the shake on the ledge of the tub, grazing her fingertips across the spot where his jaw was most defined, "Mhmmm" Wrapping her arms around his neck as his lips met hers, she pushed her bare chest against his, wasting no time grinding into each other under the mask of bubbles splashing out of the tub.

"These candles smell really nice..." He lamely stated, knowing full well that she knew he was growing harder and more eager with each tantalizing second he wasn't inside her. She knew it too, and loved having so much control over him, moving her body in a way that brushed his, and made him wither. The way her hips rolled over him in the warmth of the water made his jaw go slack and his mouth go agape as his hands gripped her waist tighter, and his eyes closed, moaning slightly louder than he normally did, "Amy..."

"Amy!" Someone shouted, adding a loud, annoying bang to the shrill scold, "Amy hurry up or were going to be late!"

Blowing air from her cheeks, Amy sniffled twice, drawing her knees into her chest briefly before taking a deep breath and going under the pool of bubbles starting to disperse; allowing her body to float freely while sinking to the bottom of the tub.

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Rushing through the door before it clicked, and catching the furrowed brow of Dr. Fields as they stepped through, Ricky blew out a frustrated breath, "Sorry about this - I thought I heard her sniffle, and given how small she still is... I didn't want to risk her getting something from daycare if she is getting sick -" He rambled, adjusting the baby against his hip as he stood by the end of the faded couch, "George is taking her at 9 so..."

Ken shook his head, waving his hand dismissively, before gesturing to take a seat, "It's fine - take a breath. And take a seat." Once Ricky did, he leaned further away from the chair, clasping his palms under his chin, "Now, let's get to the root of why you're here..." Ricky's long drawn out exhale and slow shaking of his head, coupled with the whimpers of the infant squirming on his lap, making Ken sigh and start the conversation - "Have you thought about how you're going to respond to her request?"

"Yeah... I'm not." Ricky stated bluntly, eyes fixated on the ceiling tile above them, "I'm ignoring her calls because I can't talk to her - not rationally... anyway." The clicking of the pen across the table, and the small handed slap to the side of his jaw, causing him to pause, bringing his eyes back him. "I dropped John off this morning... another day of pleading as he clung to me..." Drawing in a breath to keep his lip from wobbling, as Emma started to cry against his shirt, "It isn't fair! Why do I have to be the bad guy?"

Taking out his keys, Ken jingled them openly, catching Emma's attention, "Lauren always loved keys," giving them to her outstretched hand, a smile coming to his face as she took and shook them, babbling. Moving the pad of paper over to the end table, "You're right, it isn't fair. You just need to continue to show John that you are here: that you aren't going anywhere." Lowering the keys away from her mouth, Ricky ran a hand through his hair, cutting his eyes quickly. "You still feel guilty, don't you? About the other night? Thinking that if you would've stayed home that it wouldn't have happened?"