For Fiona

28. For Us

Fiona loved being helpful, so when she was given the task of packing towels into a box, she became very focused on her job until Kojo trotted over and licked her face. She giggled as she warned, "Hey, we have work to do. Can you help me?"

"You two are doing a great job," Lucy complimented her daughter then turned her attention back to the kitchen cabinets. "Which glasses do you want to keep?" She asked Tim where he was at her side. When he did not respond right away, she looked at him and grinned. "Stop staring at me. We're supposed to be packing."

"I already told you just donate everything," he replied and snaked an arm around her waist. "You know the laundry room in this house is right over there."

She wanted to be more firm in rejecting the offer, but she had absolutely no idea how to truly resist him. "We've been trying to pack up your old house for days."

"I don't care about this house or anything that's in it...well, except for you and Fi."

She placed her hand on his chest to try pushing him away, though she was unsuccessful. "I need us to finish with the house. The realtor wants to start doing showings on Monday." Lucy had been so strong for so long, then pulled his face down close to hers. "One minute, and then we're going back to work," she determined before kissing him for what could have been sixty seconds or maybe more. "I think we should work in different rooms. Want to try packing your spare room?"

Instead dignifying that with a response, he called to their daughter while his eyes remained locked on Lucy, "Hey, Fi, it's been a really long time since I've given your mommy a princess kiss don't you think?"

Lucy shook her head like she could not believe he would say that when she was not at all surprised.

"Yeah! Princess kiss! Princess kiss!" Fiona urged.

Tim took Lucy by the chin and claimed her mouth for as long as he wanted to then smirked at her victoriously.

"You're the worst," she whispered to him fondly.

"Am I? Can I change your mind?" He backed her against the counter as his eyes turned ravenous.

She glanced at their daughter then back up at him. "Hey, Fi, your daddy and I have to do some laundry. We won't be gone long."

"Okay," Fiona replied, then laughed when Kojo climbed into the box she was supposed to be filling.

Lucy went down the hallway, kicked the door to the laundry room shut behind them, then crashed her lips into Tim's. Being unproductive had never been more fun.

He roughly lifted her into his arms and set her on top of the dryer with their mouths fused together. She was becoming a craving he could never satisfy; every second with her made him want another minute of her soft lips on his, her hands either undressing him or undoing him, her little breathless sounds filling his lungs, and how her eyes dazzled differently when he spent enough time kissing her.

"Okay, okay," she breathed when she registered he had been desperately pawing at her shirt for long enough to signal he wanted it removed. She pulled away enough to tug it off then went back to slotting her mouth with his perfectly and was rewarded with his fingers digging into her flesh deliciously. She surrendered to his desires, letting him kiss her as hard as he wanted to and grab her as tightly as he felt compelled to; she marveled in how easily he could sweep her up in the winds of his passion like she was soaring on a jet stream.

Tim grunted as she harshly threaded her fingers through his hair and moved his lips to her jawline to remind her with a voice raspy with lust, "This house has a bedroom, too." He would take having her in any position or capacity, but they would be more comfortable with a soft mattress for her to lay back on.