Anthology - A Collection of Fanfic One-Shots

With All My Heart

"Michael, we need to... Oh! What the hell is going on here?"

Looking for my husband to share some important information, I was distracted by finding a mess in the house. Continuing into the kitchen I discovered motorcycle parts of all shapes and sizes strewn over the table and him leaning nonchalantly against it. He was casually dressed similarly to me in jeans and tee shirt, but on him they only served to emphasise the long leanness of his torso.

"There are grease marks on my nice clean laundry floor," I told him sternly, hands on hips. "And why have you not put newspaper under all that mess? You're going to..." The rest of my sentence was stolen by his mouth claiming mine in a searing kiss. Hands left my hips of their own volition to run through his short brown curls as long muscular arms pulled me closer to the heat of his body, my heart thudding.

"Have I told you today how beautiful you are?" A shiver ran through my spine at the husky tone right beside my ear.

"No," I said warily, all too familiar with his modus operandi for getting himself out of trouble. "Nor have you explained why you left that muck..." Lips claimed mine again, stealing the very breath from my lungs; agile hands roamed sensuously over my back then came to rest on my buttocks, squeezing suggestively as my tongue was all but devoured by his. He tasted of coffee, cinnamon and sin and I moaned into him as I pushed myself closer still. I was panting when he finally let me up for air, my chest heaving and an ache in my ovaries. "Jesus, Mary and Joseph."

Though we're both lapsed Catholics, he chuckled. "Was it good for you too, m'fhíorghrá?"

"You know damn well it was," I breathed. Pressing into my stomach was the physical evidence of the effect our passion was having on him, but I forced myself to concentrate. "But you're not getting out of trouble that easily."

"Trouble? Me? What did I do?" No sooner were the words out of his mouth than he began to lay siege to my neck, licking and kissing from behind my ear down to the pulse throbbing a staccato rhythm at the base of my throat. I closed my eyes, tingling from head to toe, as I made the marathon effort to control my raging hormones.

"You put your filthy dirty bike parts..." Once again I was silenced, my senses beginning to swim.

"The only filthy dirty things around here are the thoughts I'm having about you and the back of the sofa," he whispered, one hand gliding up over hip and stomach to cup and caress a breast quivering for his touch.

I gasped, and then I was the one capturing lips in a fevered kiss. "Mo stór..."

"Meine liebling..."

My efforts to maintain any semblance of coherent thought were almost shredded when he moved his mouth from mine, sparking waves of pleasure as it closed over the hardened peak beneath his hand. "Oh God!" I choked, clinging to him as knees weakened.

"Too much clothing," he murmured, and we both ripped feverishly at tee shirts, tearing them off each other in a frenzy before his hands went to the clasp of my bra while I raked my nails down his bare back, thrilling at the low, deep growl he gave in response. Once my breasts were free he lavished attention on them as my entire core rocked and shook with the sensations he was creating. Trembling hands tangled again in his curls as I held him in place, fighting to draw air into my lungs. The small gasps and whimpers I made seemed to encourage him, for his efforts intensified even as one large hand slipped inside my jeans to cup and caress a bare cheek.

"Fuck!" Even to my own ears my voice sounded raw and carnal.

"Soon, baby, soon." Nipples taut with want pressed hard against his chest as he moved his attentions to the pulse at my throat and up my neck to claim my lips once again. I moaned into his mouth, skimming my fingers over broad shoulders and down the honed muscles of his chest and abdomen, working blindly at the buckle of his belt as I kissed him back with every iota of passion within me. Button and zip were undone next and I pushed his jeans down over narrow hips then slid my hands under elastic and soft cotton to grab my fill of his beautifully firm, smooth, superb arse.

"Mmpfgmph," I muttered, the only near-word I was capable of making with lips and tongue still locked firmly with his. He grunted as I squeezed a good handful, which encouraged me to do it again.

"Sie machen mich so hart," he tore his lips away to pant in my ear, rocking his pelvis toward my hips so if I hadn't already been fully aware of how ready for me he was, I couldn't fail to know it now. "I need to have you right here, right now." Firm, nimble hands undid my jeans and pulled them and my panties down to the floor, waiting for me to step out before tossing them unceremoniously over his shoulder. I tugged at his Calvin Kleins, easing them carefully over the full hard length of him until they fell to the floor, forgotten already. Michael picked me up under the arms and I wrapped my legs around his hips as he took the two steps required to bring my back up against the kitchen wall, underneath the pre-World War era cuckoo clock he'd inherited from his grandfather.

"Not the back of the sofa after all?" I breathed, not really caring where and how he took me as long as he did it now and eased the full body ache I felt for him.

I pressed kisses all over his shoulders, neck and jaw before he answered, intense blue eyes boring into mine, pupils wide and dark with desire. "Too far away." I simply nodded, completely in sync, burying one fist in his hair to pull his mouth to mine in a kiss incendiary enough to burn down the house. As he scraped his teeth over my earlobe and into the sensitive spot on the side of my neck I whimpered, arching toward him, telling him without words how much I needed him inside me. He wasted no time in complying, grasping my hips firmly while I dug my heels into the small of his back as he eased his considerable length into my welcoming warmth. Shaking with pleasure, I made incoherent sounds that brought his mouth back to mine, but as we kissed the nature of our embrace changed in subtle ways; lips softened, the touch of hands became tender rather than passionate, the thrusting of hips slowed from lustful to loving and our heartbeats slowed to match. A feeling so complete and incandescent started at my toes and filled my entire body, threatening to overflow.

"Ich liebe dich, nur dich alleine," he whispered. I'd learned enough German endearments over the course of our relationship to know this meant 'I love you and only you.'

"Ich liebe dich mit ganzem Herzen," I told him – 'I love you with all my heart'.

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Later, once clothes were found and donned and my hair finger-combed into some semblance of neatness, Michael drew me close in a gentle embrace and pressed sweet kisses on my forehead. "What was it you came in to tell me, mo grá?"

"Hmmm?" I queried, too sated and lethargic for thinking.

"When you came into the kitchen you were saying we needed to do something – what was it?"

Running my fingers over his familiar, beloved face and the soft fuzz adorning his square jaw, I puzzled over his question for a while before a hazy memory reformed in my brain.

"Oh!"

Soft lips grazed over mine. "Sweetheart?"

"I...I was coming to tell you my temperature was up and I was ovulating, so we should...well," I smiled into his eyes, seeing an answering smile in the blue depths. "But...um...mission accomplished."

His trademark grin lit up his face as he smoothed a stray lock of hair off my face, tucking it tenderly behind my ear. "I think this month may be our lucky one, mo bhean álainn; I feel it in my bones."

"From your lips to God's ears," I crossed myself, hoping fervently he was right. We were so ready to be parents.