Time; Don't Let It Slip Away

She's Like A Cat In The Dark.

I woke up to the door closing softly, and a pair of arms slithering around my waist. 

I rolled over to greet a surprised Steven. 

"Baby, I didn't mean to wake you." He sighed apologetically. 

"No, no. It's fine." I yawned lightly. 

"I thought you were coming back for me…" He pouted playfully. "I was looking forward to a little lovin'." 

"I'm sorry, you kinky man." I laughed. "I fell asleep." 

"Well I can see that." He chuckled, kissing my nose. 

With a smile dancing along my lips and my husband coiled around me, I drifted back into a peaceful sleep.

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"You know…" I yawned, sitting up in bed as the beautiful California sunlight was shining through the large windows of our hotel room. "I'm surprised. Alaska hasn't cried once since we brought her home from the hospital." A tinge of worry clouded my mind, and apparently my voice as well. "There's nothing wrong with her… right?"

Steven sat up and began to rub my back, soothing me. 

"No, baby. She's just like her mother… A peaceful little Gypsy. She's got nothing to cry about." 

"I guess so." I smiled as Steven kissed my cheek, pulling me into him.

He nibbled down my jawline, and began to suck lightly on the most tender part of my neck.

"You know," He breathed, sending tingles down my spine. "I never got what you promised me, last night."

A malicious grin licked my lips as I kissed him.

All too soon, I pulled away and jumped out of bed.

"I never promised you anything…" I smirked, running into the bathroom to take a shower. 

I ran under the steamy waters of the hotel shower, letting myself get completely soaked. 

Steven came in a moment later and joined me. 

Before I could utter a single word, he pushed me up against a wall, and kissed me passionately, pressing his body against me. 

One thing you must know, is that when Steven wants me, Steven get's me. It's the inevitable truth of our marriage… But I guess that's just the price I pay for being married to a complete sex-god. 

Oh the torture. 

Steven curled his arms around me, and lifted me up, while my back was still pressed against the cold shower tiles with his body pushing against mine. Holding me up, he held my hands above my head. 

He ceased kissing me for a moment, and rested his forehead on mine. 

"Now, I specifically remember you promising me…" He smirked, as I bit my lip. "And you know I don't like when you break promises…"

He teased me, by running his fingers down my body, moving south of my waist. 

"A-and, you know I don't like when you t-tease me…" I moaned, begging for more. "Steven…"

He grinned wickedly, immediately halting his actions.

I shot him a murderous glare… Oh, if looks could kill. 

He chuckled, as I felt his… big ten thrusting into me, making me gasp with pleasure. 

He groaned, sending a delightful string of goosebumps floating along my porecelain skin.