Free Writes 2

Josephine

"Darling?" he asked rubbing my shoulders, "What's wrong?"

I gave into his hands as he de-stressed me and moaned in pleasure as all my knots disappeared. I sank into the bed in pure and utter bliss, nearly falling asleep. Isaac chuckled and helped me out of my clothes before I sank face first into the bed again and sighed. Isaac, now also de-clothed, sat down next to me and softly stroked my bare back.

"What ails you darling? You've been much too quiet as of late. Is something the matter biologically?"

"No," I moaned, "and that's exactly the problem."

"You're upset because nothing's the matter with you? I don't understand marshmallow."

I propped myself up and turned to look at my husband. "Isaac, how are Nether-children made?"

He furrowed his brow in confusion but answered my question anyway. "A Nether-child comes from a complete baptism, a true-heart love and an intoxicating lust. you must have all three in equal amounts to create a Nether." he looked down at me confused. "Why do you ask?"

"My mother." I flopped back down on the bed. "Maya's children are grown and Mom wants more grandchildren. She's wondering why I haven't given her any."

"Josephine, you don't have to have a child just to please her."

"I know, it's just... I'm wondering too."

He lied down next to me and pulled me onto his chest. I rested my head above his heart and held his shoulder with my right and his neck with my left. he wrapped his arm around my waist and trailed his fingers down my back.

"Wondering what, my love?"

"Why I don't have any children."

He froze then tilted my head up so I could meet his eyes. "You want children?" He asked astonished. My cheeks flared but I nodded.

"I do." I lay my head back in its original position and let go of his neck to trace patterns on his chest. "I'm confused Isaac. I'm baptized, I know for a fact I love you, we've had sex multiple times and yet I'm still childless. There must be something wrong with me."

"No darling." He abandoned my back to lose his fingers stroking my hair. "I'm afraid it's my fault. I've never completed the baptism. You weren't able to handle it then. You would have been bed-ridden for months."

I looked up at him again, completely shocked. "But I have my Mark. And Miranda said-"

"I never finished it with her either."

Miranda, usually quiet at night, began yelling and cursing at Isaac. Of course only I heard her. "Miranda's not very happy with you." I told him, wincing. She has an extremely colorful vocabulary.

He just laughed. "I'd expect nothing else." He laughed a while longer before he suddenly sobered up. "Do you truly want children my love?"

I hugged him tightly pressing myself into him. I thought about the dream I had a few nights ago. We were in the middle of another marshmallow war when three of the most adorable children came in with bags of their own. They joined me and we pelted Isaac with marshmallows before we ran out and hid. He chased after us and caught us, tickling us to the ground. We were all so very happy. "I honestly do." I whispered.

He took a deep breath and I slid down his chest, instantly feeling a reaction from both of us. I gasped and he traced a line from the inside of my thigh to the flesh of my breast. His Nethaura came bursting out of him and I was rocked by unadulterated love, ecstasy, and lust. His Nethaura tickled my skin and I felt it create new Marks on my shoulders, ribs, and the near entirety of my back. I looked up at Isaac wondering what he was doing and was met with his eyes glowing a lusty blue.

"Then I suggest we get started." His lips captured mine and the world melted away.