Little Wonder (Phan)

Fifty-Six.

Nana was amazing, she was just like Papa, even looked like him, but she was amazing in her own sense as well. She took me places Daddy and Papa never would, or never could, and she even got me new clothes. Her sense of style and fashion were different from what Daddy and Papa usually got for me, they were really frilly and pretty, but they were also able to be played rough in. If I ever got into a tussle or something. "Papa's closet consists of black! That's really all he owns, with a few scattered colours, such as pink or blue, but that's only because Daddy makes him. Or they share clothes. Sometimes I wear Papa's shirts to bed, they are comfy and I don't see the point in wearing pants to bed, you just get hot and then it becomes all sticky."

Holding her hand with a beam, I swung our hands back and forth, skipping at her side as she brought to another clothes shop. "So, how often do they take you out?" Walking into the shop, she picked me up and smiled, asking for my size, and walking with the lady who directed us to the correct size. "I know Papa isn't to comfortable with letting strangers now about his family, so how does that all work out?" With a questioning glance down at me, she set me down to let me choose my own clothes, crouching down to be at eye level with me. "Your Papa hasn't been the best cook around, be he certainly tries his best, and it usually turns out pretty good. What do you think of your Papa's cooking?" What I wondered was, what was with all the questions?

"They take me out alot, Nana! We go to parks, and the mall, and they get me sweets. And I think Papa's cooking is wonderful! It's way different than what they used to serve me at school and everything. I'm not even sure if that was food." Sticking out my tongue, I pulled out a pair of overalls, my eyes widening with delight. "Nana! Nana, can I get them?" I spun around, and held them up against my tiny body, beaming up at her. She agreed without conflict. Holding the clothes for me, she allowed to pick out a few more. "Why do you ask, Nana? Can't you just ask Papa and Daddy yourself? Do you think they'll get mad at you if you ask them? Please, I promise they won't get mad. The only time I've seen them mad is when Daddy's mummy was a bit of a silly and now they don't speak." Of course I knew about that, I also knew what words both Papa and Daddy used while speaking about her late at night. They weren't very nice. I kept smiling though, I didn't want Nana to know that anything might be wrong. Anything bad.

She looked relieved. "I was afraid that they would totally neglect what you were supposed to give a child, though I know that they would never do that on purpose." Ruffling up my hair she smiled and looked at what else I had grabbed, her dark eyes twinkling. "Do you like that? Then let's get it and go, Nana's hungry. Are you hungry, baby?" She cupped my face and I leaned in, she had a nice touch. Nodding my head, I rubbed my belly, and watched her pout with what seemed like an understanding expression. "Oh, you poor thing. You're wasting away!" But I knew I wasn't Daddy and Papa never forgot to feed me, even if they forgot to feed themselves.

"Nana. I have a question." She gave a questioning noise, but didn't look down as she paid for my clothes, and took the bag from the nice lady with an overly large smile. "Do you think I'll find someone to love as much as Daddy and Papa love each other?" I looked up at her with a serious expression, as serious as I could manage. But she just laughed and tapped her chin, as if though she really had to think about. If she really had to think about it that much, then did that mean she didn't think I'd met someone and love them as much as Papa loved Daddy, or Daddy loved Papa? With a slight frown, I looked away. A panicked expression overtook her features and she stopped walking, getting down on her knees. I suddenly became curious.

"Little one, I think you'll meet someone so special, who makes you feel so special. Someone you want to do anything for, and your love never wavers. Boy, girl, or otherwise. You are a special person, and whoever dates you, marries you, they will be the luckiest person in the entire world." She hugged me, and I wrapped my arms around her as much as I could.

"I love you, Nana."

I heard her sniffle, but she was smiling as much, cupping my chin and pecking the tip of my nose. "I love you too, Winnie. Now come on! We're gonna go get some food, I'm starving!" 

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"I think you /did/ take something." I was teasing as his lips attacked my neck, and I felt my knees ready to give out from under me, a pleasured moan escaping my throat. "But I'm not gonna go and complain, take it as much as you damn please." I grinned as he rolled his eyes, but a saw a small smile appear on his own lips. He wasn't rude, and he wasn't mean, and he rarely got that annoyed by anything I said. Especially during pre-sex. "Now, do you think we could get a bed?"

As horny as I currently was, I was not ready to be fucked relentlessly against a wall. I would at least like a bed on my back before my ass was fucked and I could barely walk tomorrow. But of course I'd have to because I'd promised Winnie a tour of the BBC Radio office. They'd invited us back after awhile, seeing as where done with the tour, and didn't seem to be going anywhere else major for awhile. "Whatever you want, Daniel." He purred into my ear and carried me to his bedroom. Our bedroom, we shared his usually. Mine was just for videos and such, and when we had a fight and I didn't feel like being in the same bed as him anymore. Which was pretty rare.

"Frick, Phil. Are you always this slow?" I liked to get him revved up, because then he didn't hold back as much, and he didn't have any mercy. Let's just say I might like it rough. He growled and practically threw me onto the bed, slamming the door shut, and locking it. But the second I gave a small whimper, those ocean eyes softened. "I'm okay, I'm okay. I just like this new Phil ~" But I knew this wasn't a new Phil, I'd known this Phil in the bedroom for the past few years. But his eyes still didn't believe, and I had to admit, my back did hurt a little bit. But my ass was about to hurt enough that I'd forget about it soon enough. "Come on, are you gonna fuck me or not?" 

He climbed on top of me, and I looked away from him like I was shy, and pouted my lips. That sent him wild, and he pressed his lips against mine roughly. He liked it when I played it sweet and innocent, like I didn't know what I was doing. He especially liked it when I was blowing him and I looked up at him with those big doe eyes, like this was my first time. He had some pretty weird kinks that we would never admit were kinks of his. But after being married to him for a couple of years, it's kind of easy to tell what someone's kinks are. Mine sure as hell are easy to.

Letting out a satisfied moan, I bucked my hips up and giggled at the noises flooding out of his own mouth. While mine tended to get higher pitched, his got lower, and they were beautiful. I would always love those noises. Despite every other noise he made outside of the bedroom was pretty high pitched. "Come on, Mr Lester. You're supposed to be a lion, isn't that your branding? Right now, you're more like a kitten treading on glass." I smirked up at him, I was going to pay.

He slapped my hip, and let out a yelp. I was naked down lower, but I was wearing one of his over sized shirts, at least it was big on me, despite me being the same size as him. That was another one of his kinks. It was almost like the first time we'd done this, I was innocent. Had never even been touched. But now I was so used to his touches, and loved it when he still managed to some how surprise me. "Be careful, little Bear." He whispered in my ear, as he took me in his hand and started to stroke me up and down. "Or else this lion might not be able to control himself." And I think we both knew that I wanted that. Putting my hands on the back of his neck, I looked up in eyes, and those ocean eyes were full of lust. For me. I smirked at my next words coming out.

"Make the bed bounce, Daddy." 

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Should I start up my smut book again? Am I good enough? Of course they would be longer and have more of a story to them, but I REALLY kinda wanna do it???