SATURDAY NITE aka CAROL'S CHEER-UP FIC BY WHLWTCHER
PART ONE
NOTE: This story is rated NC-17 by the author. If you are under 18, or would be offended by strong language and sexual situations this story is NOT for you.
PART ONE
"Tell me again why we have to go?" He asked pulling her closer to him, wrapping his arms around her naked waist.
There were only a few things that would get him out of his bed lying next to his wife and a party wasn't one of them. He hated parties; especially parties filled with the fake people of Llanview, all dolled up in their finest, walking around kissing up to each other, pretending to care for each other. He'd much rather stay where he was this Saturday night, lying next to his wife, naked, his body sated after lovemaking.
"Because it's Vicki & Sam's anniversary and being her brother and his best friend, you should be there."
The answer wasn't a good enough reason he thought, kissing her neck, tightening his hold around her waist.
"Todd?"
Silence answered her. She smiled, closing her eyes, letting his soft kisses on her neck lull her into a sense of peace. Truth be told, she would have much rather stay here with him, lying in his arms but Vicki and Sam would be so disappointed if they didn't attend their anniversary party. They wanted to share the joy of their marriage and wanted both Todd and Tea with them. They would just have to sacrifice she thought, gasping slightly as his fingers found her nipple, gently massaging it into erection.
"Todd." She said his name again but this time it was weaker than before. If he kept this up he thought smiling to himself as he leaned down to sample the bud he had worked into tautness, going to that stupid party will be the last thing on her mind.
Biting her lip, she knew she should really stop him now, as he replaced his massaging fingers with his hot mouth gently sucking, using the fingers that had teased her nipple to now tease the flesh that wasn't inside his mouth. He was so good at distracting her especially when he distracted her with his body, she thought deliciously as she basked in his attentions. Mentally kicking herself for the sacrifice she was about to make, Tea placed her hand on the back of Todd's head, moving his head away from her breast.
"Todd."
Shit.
With a sigh, I laid back on the bed, closing my eyes trying to get the incredible picture of her legs wrapped around my waist out of my head.
"I'm sorry."
"You should be." He mumbled, opening his eyes to look at me. My stomach fluttered at the hazel gaze, clouded with passion, his eyes narrowing.
"Just think how wonderful it will be when we finally do." She teased capturing my heart with her smile. I pretended to be angry but of course, I was bullshitting. I couldn't be angry with her over something like this. I'd give her everything, deny her nothing. I did indeed enjoy her, not just sexually but in every way. She made my life complete and I thanked whomever, wherever everyday for letting me have her. I didn't fool myself into thinking that she was all mine. She was mine in heart, spirit, and now marriage. But she did belong to the world, the world of her friends and family. And as much as the idea of locking myself away from the world with her and my kids and never seeing another person again appealed to me, I knew that she liked people, especially those that she considered family. Family meant everything to Tea. And I knew she'd be angry with herself if she didn't go to this party. She adored Vicki, coming to think of my sister as like the mother figure she so craved as a child. She had a hole in her; left by her mother that Vicki happily filled. The loved each other, confided in each other and Tea wouldn't do anything to hurt her. So we go I realize with a heavy sigh looking up into her angelic face.
"You owe me Delgado." I tell her watching, enjoying as she slides from my bed naked padding over to the chair for the robe she wraps around her body. Damn lucky piece of cloth I think watching her tie the sash then run her fingers through her hair, turning to me.
She didn't respond to my comment, she only smiled a smile that made my present condition worse. Damn how a woman could get out of a well-used bed, hair tousled and still look freakin' gorgeous is beyond me.
"I'm going to shower," she told me walking towards the bathroom, tossing a "'and no, you can't join me Check on Michael'" before closing the door.
Getting out of bed slipping on my boxers I mumble, thinking Sam and Vicki owe me big time for this. Of course, it was just all talk. I didn't want to go to the party but it wasn't going to be that bad. See I have to keep up appearances. If I didn't bitch and moan about stuff, people would think I'm getting soft and you never, never let that happen.
I made my way to my son's room, quietly opening the door, peeking in seeing that he was still napping. He was pretty good about taking his afternoon nap, mainly because by the time it came, he was so exhausted. Saturdays were a good time at the Manning household starting with cartoons and boxed cereal on the menu at the crack of dawn.
I smiled as I looked down at my son, thinking of how he creeps into the room first light, trying hard not to wake anyone. Of course, since I'm hardly a good sleeper I'm always awake but I pretend not to be, for him.
I smile more thinking of how he creeps in, padding across the room to the bed on my side, standing there watching me for a moment or two. I close my eyes thinking of the sound of his breathing, the sweetest sound on earth, next to the breath of my wife and daughter.
"Papi?" He whispers his sweet breath on my face. Not dad, daddy, not even pops, it was Papi, Spanish for father. I didn't ask for him to call me that, I don't think Tea did either, he's just always called me that. Probably heard it from the Spanish-speak stories Tea likes to read to him. In any case, I like it. Sounds more personal. It cracks me up sometimes when I'm in a mall (against my will I have to add) and I hear a kid yell "daddy" and three guys turn around in wonder. Not with me, not with my kid, it's Papi for me. That's a cool thing.
"Papi, wake up." He whispers again, touching my face with his tiny hand. I open my eyes, looking into his eyes, my eyes. "We're going to miss it." He whispers again, the last part whispered in almost desperation. It's always the same, each Saturday, almost like a script, a routine. Michael would come in and wake me for Bugs Bunny cartoons in the morning, being careful not to wake Tea. Add the fact that Tea always gets exasperated at the glutinous display: a box of cereal poured into a large bowl, a ½ gallon of milk added to the mix makes it especially important not to wake his mother. Yeah, this was our time; he and I curled up on the couch, a large bowl of Captain Crunch with crunch berries on my lap, two spoons shoveling into the bowl. I smile, touching his soft face, my fingers running over his smooth skin. Its times like these that I wonder if he'll ever remember our special time when he's older and moved beyond me to go on with his life. God I hoped he did because until my dying day, I would always remember.
"Right behind you squirt." I whisper back, his smile brightening his face. He would then run to the door forgetting to be quite now as I slid out of bed, putting on my robe. "Clean the kitchen when your done" came from the bed as Tea turns over, burying herself further under the covers to ward off the cold that has replaced the warmth of my body. Yep, a routine, a tradition. Saturday morning cartoons and then playtime, wrestle time, color time, whatever time. Whatever my kid wanted, we did so by the time nap time came, he was ready for it.
Walking over to the bed, I gently shake him. "Wake up sleepy head" I tell him once, then twice. He opens his eyes, smiles, reaching up for me. I fall in love all over again. "We gotta get dressed for Auntie Vicki's party" I tell him, taking him into his bathroom as he rubbed the rest of sleep out of his eyes.
"Will Cousin Jessie and Meghan be there?"
"Yep" I tell him, sitting on the commode with him in my lap turning the water on in the tub for his bath smiling at how much Michael loved playing with Will and Jessie's daughter, Meghan.
"And Starr too?"
"Yes and Starr too." I laughed, laughing at how excited he was at the prospect. I got a kick out of having my kids from different marriages love each other so much. I was damned lucky in that respect, I totally knew that. We worked a miracle, Tea, Blair and me, trying to make our families blended. Personally didn't think it was going to work, not with so much baggage that our little triangle carried. But our marriages soften Blair and Me and now our kids benefitted from it. Good to know something has a way of working out.
After bathing and dressing Michael, he plopped down at his little table to color as I went back to our room to get ready. I open the door and was greeted with a wonderful sight. I leaned against the door frame to enjoy the sight of my wife in bra and panties at the closet door taking out gowns, inspecting them then tossing them over on the neatly made bed.
I turn to see him standing in the doorway, casually leaning against the frame, watching me. "I can't find anything to wear." I tell him half expecting him to help me. He smiles, arching his brow as he longingly looked me over, from head to foot. I shiver at the gaze, feeling as though his hands have run the length of my body.
"I think what your wearing is fine." He smirks, looking into my eyes again.
I laugh. "You would." I tell him, turning back to my closet.
"The red one, I like that one." He tells me, walking up behind me to take it out of its place in the closet. His nearness is distracting me and I know it's on purpose. He wants me to regret choosing the party over lounging in bed with him all day. I take the hanger inspecting the tiny, totally backless dress, remembering the last time I wore it and then becoming flushed remembering how he showed me just how much he liked it.
"I can't wear this one." I tell him, my voice throaty, trying to shake the memories from my brain. "It's inappropriate." Placing the red dress back in its place, I take out another dress, also red but with much more fabric. This one will do, I decide, turning, staring up into his gaze.
He doesn't move only looks down at me, into my eyes and then my mouth. I could stare into his eyes forever I thought watching as he licked his lips as he watched my mouth. He had such beautiful eyes, windows to his soul, my soul. I truly adored this man, thanking God every night for him.
"You know," he said slowly, again looking over my face, stopping at my mouth. "We've made love all over this penthouse but I don't think we've ever done it in the closet." If I hadn't been caught up in the visual, I would have laughed and pushed him away but well, have to admit, it was a great visual.
The thought of taking her right there, right now was so intoxicating it was all I could do not to do just that. My comment was made only in jest. We hadn't made love in the closet that part was a fact but I was only trying to tease her a bit, make her a little sorry that we were going to this stupid shin-ding instead of banging right here on the carpeted floor. Stupid me forgot that I'd get caught up in it too. Lusting someone that much has a way of doing that.
Well, despite the wonderful thought, we had to go to this thing, so snapping out of my lust haze, I moved away from her, smiling, letting her know that payback was indeed a bitch. She got the hint. Glaring at me, she took her dress and walked past me over to the bureau.
"Just think how wonderful it will be when we finally do." I laugh to her as I go into the bathroom, ready (way ready) for my cold shower. Two can play that game Manning I think as he goes into the bathroom, the sound of the shower turning on.
