*****WARNING*****This blog post contains graphic sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.
Natalie had hugged both Bertha and her Baba goodbye and entrusted Baba Petra with her smart car. Baba Petra loved driving her car and said it made her feel like she was in a big bumper car. Natalie begged her not to bump anyone and Baba laughed and laughed. But as space would allow, she was grateful that Baba was willing to drop off Bertha so she and Marcus could ride together back to her condo. Now she was trying not to picture what her little car might bump into with the two cackling old women distracting one another with chatter of old wives fertility remedies and vibrators. She focused on directing Marcus towards home “Right at the next exit.” she stated. “And then stay left until you get over the bridge….”
Marcus was thinking along the same lines as Natalie was, especially since Natalie’s car was top of the line. But Petra still had a valid drivers license and was spry. His own car was in decent shape and rather plain, even drab in comparison to Natalie’s. But it lived at his grandmother’s which was a decent, not drug or gang infested neighborhood where it would always be passed up for something more flashy than his car. He follows her direction and looks as they go over the bridge and into another world. Keeping his face its usual neutral … he was impressed well ahead of time.
Now in the bustle of downtown Vancouver, Natalie looks right at ease. She gives Marcus a few shortcuts even “Oh take that lane...those double busses will just back us up forever on this one….ok now left. We can get into my underground parking through the next lane, it’s just faster….oh fucking cyclists,,,,,either get on the road or walk it asshole...sorry…” she realizes her road rage slipped out as a passenger and laughs at herself. She has her clicker for the underground parking and sheepishly gives it a press “This one right here. You can park in my spot...it’s up the ramp...number 52.” The building from the outside was sizable, tall with about 4 businesses on the bottom and a tower of condos above. When they emerge from the car they have to go up one elevator to the mezzanine, which is like a little mall area among the businesses. You can shop from there even. There’s Natalie’s favourite sushi bar called Wasabi, a Starbrews, because Vancouver doesn’t have enough of those on every second corner, a trendy shoe store and a Rempall pharmacy. Natalie hesitates by the pharmacy as they pass it looking thoughtful “Marcus…” She begins but is looking like she doesn’t want to push her luck on something.
Marcus realizes the scope of Natalie’simpatience as he sees her in the city. Alexandra had plenty of cyclists, but next to no cars on the road and no busses, period. He parks in her slot and gets out, getting his cuffel out of the trunk and observing absolutely everything as they enter her building, which he guesses surpasses the population of Alexandra all on its own. But Marcus had been born and raised in this city … just not in this neighborhood. She slows at the pharmacy and Marcus can guess her thoughts. “We need to know, Nat.” he reminds her. “Want me to go in and pick one up?” he knows what she means, but not even he can say the words.
Natalie gives Marcus a look of pure love. He gets her, as usual, and he’s offering to do the pick up. She looks into the drugstore and sees the flow of people. Of course with social distancing here was a wait for movement in each aisle factor that she hated. She also hated the idea of getting Covid but some people just loitered and looked at every box of whatever it was. When she had been grocery shopping last she had actually handed a man a can of generic tomatoes because he was taking so long and she just wanted one box of soup. When he questioned her she said “You want these ones.” and glared until he scampered off. The pregnancy tests were in the femine hygiene aisle and Marcus got even more points for waiting for people to make those choices. There was a big family right in the middle of it and a poor awkward teenage girl getting advice from her mother and sister while a little brother stood to the side picking his nose. “Good luck Marcus. Because I can see them from here….and those people, they're all having her period.” She’s a bit sharp in her tone but she laughs after “I love you so much right now.” she stands back and lets him go for it.
Marcus inhales and exhales as if he’s about to go diving. “I love you too. Here take this.” he leaves his duffel with her, which might seem a bit odd. Then he pats his own pockets and nods to himself. Then he takes the door handle and goes in. He walks straight into the femine hygiene aisle like he visits it every day, but his scanning of the aisles shows he doesn’t do this often. In a minute, he finds the pregnancy tests all while listening to the teenaged girl listen as her mother explains how she should not use tampons until she’s lost her virginity and other things that make him glad Matalie effectively stayed in the mall hallway. He looks past them and sees the pharmacy security guard looking at him and decides to ignore him. Looking at the shelves he finds ten different brands of pregnancy tests. He considers conversations he’s had with Ryan Yamada and picks the three most expensive and carries them straight to the end of the line to wait to be checked out. He notices that the guard is still watching him like a hawk and he makes sure to keep his hands where they can be seen … holding three pregnancy tests in the most upscale part of downtown Vancouver. He sighs and feels like Natalie’s impatience has followed him into the store. But fifteen minutes and six passes by the security guard later, he reaches the cashier, who looks from the three pregnancy tests to him and back again. He decides against saying a word, just offers his card, pays, takes his bag and heads for the door. He leaves it and breathes a relieved breath. “Got em.” he announces, as if he’s returned to the cave with the days kill.
Natalie could see parts of what was happening inside through the glass front of the interior entrance, The period posse was ridiculously eternal. That poor girl was going to bleed on the fucking floor before they picked. Marcus encountered a security guard many times over and Natalie started to feel a growing irritation. They were furniture to her, like pillars. Watching him get watched doing a simple shopping task made her stomach turn. How had she never noticed this shit every day of her life? This wasn’t her first relationship that was interacial but she had never seen this happen to Vijay, and she hadn’t been with Miranda very long. Now she figured it probably did happen to her too. Natalie felt a mix of anger and humility as Marcus came out “Thank you. That guy was following you...I feel like I want to complain to the manager…..” She blew out a breath.
Marcus hears Natalie and shrugs. “African man in North America.” he tells her. “The lighter the better. I’m not black as the ace of spades but I don’t pass the paper bag test that’s for sure.” he picks up his duffel. “Don’t worry about it. I’m used to it. I didn’t take my bag in. Only my wallet with my badge and ID.” he pauses, as if considering and then kisses her quickly on the cheek. Almost as if they were back in Alexandra standing in the Chief’s office. He’d hesitated, but the security guard was now looking at someone else, so he took the chance and the thought that he had hesitated makes him sigh. “Come on. Lets go.”
Natalie sees Marcus’s discomfort. She doesn’t want to make him feel worse to make herself feel better about what was essentially her own guilt. She couldn’t believe this shit was happening in her own building though. All different races lived in the condos and did all of the people who didn’t pass the paper bag thing he mentioned get that security douche looking over their shoulder in the cough drops section? She wasn’t going to put Marcus on the spot, but she was beginning to compose a letter in her head that she would likely be sending off to the head office of the Rempall Pharmacy company. She noticed his hesitation and before they walked off she stopped in front of him and kissed him fully on the lips “I love you Marcus Lawry. Let’s go see if we’re having a baby.” She offered.
Marcus realized why he was so uncomfortable but one kiss from Natalie and it all melted away. “I love you too, Nat.” and then he nods. “Yea … lets go.” he agrees and follows her to the elevators.
The elevators had rules about numbers of occupants but they lucked out and caught a lull. “I’m not the penthouse, but two floors down so I still get the view.” She admits before the elevator stops and the doors open. She pulled out her key and walked to unlock her door. The hallway was nothing special but once the door was open it was quite spectacular inside. Open concept with a fronting of full length windows, a balcony off the kitchen side of things. The walls were sort of a pale sand colour and the floors were a polished cork throughout except for the bathrooms, of which there were two, one half bath off the main area. You could see the bedroom. It was through a set of French doors off the living room but the doors were wide open. And off that room you could see the entrance to another bathroom, an assumed full bathroom.
Her furniture was in good shape and a remarkable amount of it looked like it was right out of the Ikea catalogue from 2016 or so. She had minimal but fairly generic art on the walls. The furnishings were modern and in neutral tones. There were a few personal details of note though. She did have some family photos; her parents at some kind of dinner with forced smiles, her Baba Petra but from about 10 years ago cuddled to a man who could have only been her husband Vlad. Petra and Vlad looked madly in love, smiling for the camera but making eyes at each other. There was another set of grandparents who were laughing possibly at the same dinner as her parents. They looked facially like Natalie’s mother so it was obvious they were her parents. And the other odd and personal touch was...owls. Lots of little owls. Wood carved owls, pottery owls, a few glass ones, an owl suncatcher on the window. Natalie had quite the collection of them. She had a few houseplants but the hardy kind that are hard to kill.
On one wall at the end of her living room on little hooks hung a simple chestnut varnished violin and a bow.
Her bedspread was a deep grey and the sheets were maroon. It was clean and aside from the owls, almost minimalist. But the view was the downtown Vancouver skyline all the way to the edge of the ocean. It was urban but the stuff of travel photographers who were advertising Vancouver.
Marcus was happy they got the elevator to themselves. And he stepped into a plain hallway, following her to the door. As she opened it, he glanced down and stepped in, toeing his shoes off. Then he took a step forward and stopped dead, staring. His eyes went first to the view, which was breathtaking and did exactly that. Then Marcus began to walk slowly in, turning his head and looking around, taking the whole place in. “Jesus, Nat…” he breathed. He wasn’t a man who cared about money, but this place reminded him that Natalie was a high powered, high priced attorney. She worked for the Bittettos, who were slick as ice. Her condo was the best of the best. But he remembered that he loved his little half apartment which would easily fit in this place with room to spare. Turning, he looked at her and realized in that moment that this woman could have any man she wanted based on her income alone. To him that meant that she loved him. This ghetto kid turned small town cop complete with small town income. And as he looked at her, he realized that the view paled in comparison to her. He moves closer and takes her hand. “Got anything to drink?” he asks, his thoughts now on those three pregnancy tests in the thin plastic bag she carried.
Natalie watched Marcus take in her home and felt momentarily self conscious about the opulence of it. “I know it’s stupidly huge…..” She laughs “You should see the partner’s condos….and beach houses.” She saw his look and felt better. She wrapped her fingers around his when he took her hand “Yes...come with me.” She set the bag down on the counter but then peered inside it “Three?!!” She looks a little alarmed “Fuck...why did I pee before we left Sigh?” Now she opens the fridge, laughing “you want me to do all three tonight?” She starts pulling out bottles and cans “I have all the fruity waters to distract myself from any thoughts of anything boozey,,,and I dumped all that … just so you know. First day home and first thing I did.” She exhales and then lists off the speaking waters “Blackberry, strawberry, lime, peach tango whatever the fuck that is…..just regular Perrier ......”
Marcus walks into the kitchen with her. “I’m not interested in their homes unless you're in them with me.” he assures her. He shrugs at her reaction to the three pregnancy tests. “Ryan tells me it's just good science and yes if you could take them all at once .. or one after the other .. it would be appreciated. Good science and all.” He looks at the collection of bottles. “I guess you didn’t think you’d be taking a pregnancy test when you peed at Sigh.” he offers. “More of that not planning that we do so well.” he looks at her when she tells him she dumped all the booze. “I’m proud of you, baby.” it's the first time he’s used that term with her. He doesn’t even check behind her to make sure, he trusts her. Then he considers. “I’ve never had Perrier, so let me try that.” he reaches for it, opens the bottle and drinks. “It’s …. Water.” he announces with a chuckle.
Natalie snorts “Ryan huh? His poor wife’s bladder….” She exhales ``I may have to pass you sticks….not that I’d normally invite you into the bathroom with me but if we’d setting up a lab and beakers and shit…” She jokes and then gets a melting look when he calls her baby. His voice using that term for her was beyond the place where sweet and sexy met. She watches him react to Perrier and laughs “Yeah it’s fizzy water. Stupid expensive fizzy water. But it gets me out of a cocktail without question at a work do. They just think I’ve gotten pretentious...I’ll roll with it.” She opened a fruity lime water and chugged it like she was in a drinking contest. And then she walked to the cupboard and grabbed a glass and chugged a glass of plain water she poured from the tap. Then she drank the Strawberry, slowing down a little “My god…”
Marcus shrugs at the mention of Ryan and India. “Yea … but I guess he wanted to be sure. I can’t blame him and he is the only one I know that is both a father and knows about us so … I talked to him about it.” he grins. “I think you’ll do fine, but if you do need my help, just call and I’ll be by your side.” He promises her. She reacts well to being called baby so he makes a note that it’s an alright thing to call her. He chugs the Perrier just so he isn’t wasting it. “Yea, I feel a little pretentious now myself.” he admits. He matches her drinking with the blackberry water and then starts in on the peach tango whatever the fuck it is before she slows down and invokes god. “You OK?” he asks, concerned.
Natalie smiles “I’m glad you have a friend you can trust. “She watches him matching her drinking and laughs “Well thank god we quit the booze...look at you.” She slowly finishes the strawberry and waits for her bladder to give her a sign. It’s taking awhile so she does another glass of tap water. “For the less pretentious…” She teases “Ok holy shit now I need to pee.” She grabs the bag with the tests. “I’ll hollar…” She leaves the bathroom door ajar in case she needs a lab partner and reads each package. They’re thankfully similar procedures. She opens them all up and washes her hands so as not to contaminate the sticks with anything else. Then she pees on three sticks, setting each on the bathroom counter in turn “Marcus? Set a timer for 15 minutes ok?” She flushes and washes her hands and comes out. “Well that was not like any science class I ever went to.”
Marcus smiles. “I’m glad too.” they drink more and he chuckles at her joke about not being so pretentious. Soon she has to go and Marcus waits in the kitchen, trying not to give into the desire to pace. When she does hollar, it is for him to set a timer, which he does using her microwave, which is safely high above her stove. Then she comes out and he laughs at her joke. “But you did it all by yourself with no help from me. That college education is coming in handy, right?” he smiles and kisses her … and then … kisses her again. He realizes he can easily kiss her in her kitchen for 15 minutes.
Natalie giggles and retorts “Marcus it was law school…” She kisses him back happily murmuring in between “The only sticks were gavels…” And then she gets lost in kissing him until the timer on the microwave goes off and with a slightly dizzy step away from him she clicks it off. He could still make her dizzy, since that first kiss in the Parthenon. She looks at him both excited and nervous and then reaches for his hand to walk to the bathroom and see what news the little science experiments reveal. If he takes the hand she’ll walk with him and then stop short of the counter afraid to look “This is a bit stressful….you look first….they’re supposed to have two lines if we are and one if we….” She can’t finish the sentence.
Marcus loves kissing her and in no time that 15 minutes are up. She takes his hand and he walks with her into the bathroom stopping with her when she stops short. She explains how to read the test. It sounds simple enough and he looks in at the first test. And then the second. Finally, he looks at the third. Inhaling deeply, he lets out a long sigh and turns, taking her hand again and leading her away from the bathroom to her living room and the patio door. A foot or so away from it, he lets go of her hand and approaches the door. It’s a simple lock and he can flip it with ease. He opens it and steps out. Taking in another deep breath, he suddenly throws his hands wide and hollars for all of Vancouver to hear. “She’s having my baby!”
Natalie was watching Marcus with one eye open, like one might squint through a scary movie. He’s not saying anything. Her heart sinks. Oh god they’re all negative….he takes her by the hand again and leads her through to the living room and she looks worried and confused. Then he lets go and unlocks the balcony door and goes out. She holds her breath. After all the abortion stories, was he going to just jump off? “Marcus…” She gasps and runs out after him but then he throws his arms out and proclaims their pregnancy and she starts laughing and crying at the same time and wraps her arms around his waist, burying her face in the back of his shoulder. Some random guy from the floor below calls up “Hey man...congrats.” and she laughs even harder.
Marcus feels her arms around him and he turns as congratulations come from the floor below. He is smiling fit to burst. He kisses her. “You.” he kisses her again. “Are.” and once again. “Pregnant.” and he kisses her for a long time, pulling her close to him. “Thank you, Natalie.” and she might note that the big strong fearless police officer has tears in his eyes.
Natalie runs her hands up his back as he turns. She sees his smile and knows without a doubt that it’s true. Still teary eyed through the kisses she kisses him back giggling a bit at each word and then kissing him intensely. When they pull apart enough for him to speak again she can see his eyes tearing up and it makes hers spill over again “Oh Marcus...thank you. I’ve never been so happy. I love you. Holy shit we’re having a baby?” It’s a rhetorical question now and she laughs at herself “Ok I need to see the sticks...I believe you of course….I was so afraid it would be negative I couldn’t look before.”
Marcus is still smilin like a fool. He lifts her and spins her around, then sets her down. “We are. Come and see.” he takes her hand and rushes into the bathroom. “Look at those beautiful results!” he proclaims. Motioning to the sticks like a game show model showing contestants three brand new cars.
Natalie gives a little gasp when he spins her and laughs. He was so happy. She was too but after years of men rejecting the idea of having children with her finding one so loving and happy is a dream. She rushes with him and then looks at the sticks, all three clearly having two lines “Amazing…..I know we’ll still need to do an official test but who can argue with that.” She exhales “K now I really need to figure out how to move to Alexandra, in less than 9 months…” She looks Marcus in the eyes.
Marcus shakes his head as if it was obvious no one could argue with that. “Like Ryan said .. it’s just good science.” he walks out of the bathroom towards the living room as she begins to talk again … talk about moving to Alexandra. He freezes in place, like he did when he first saw the breathtaking view of her condo. He turns and makes eye contact. “Are you sure?” he asks. “I can move back here.” he tells her. “Dr McKinney is great I hear, but if you’d be more comfortable in Vancouver…” he bites his lip. “I don’t know if the PD has blacklisted me here but …. I’ll move anyplace you want me to baby.” He takes her hand and moves her to her couch and tries to sit both of them down.
Nataiie shakes her head vigorously “I’m sure. Marcus you love it there, and honestly so do I. Why would I ask you to move here?” She moves with him and kisses him after he calls her baby again, sitting with him on the couch “I love that you call me baby.” She gives him a little smile and then gets practical again “Alexandra doesn’t have a legal practice...but it has a courtroom? Did I catch that correctly? There were a bunch of suggestions about what to do for the whole Covid virtual trial….anyhow, if I can do there what I do here, we’ve got this. I’ll talk to the partners. The island already has a Bitteto connection or god knows how many. I can work that. It’s what I do….”
Marcus listens as she asks why she would ask him to move to Vancouver, and his voice is almost dreamy as he replies. “No idea.” and he grins because she loves him calling her baby and then gets practical. As she plans, he pulls her on his lap and holds her. “So this is what you look like when you plot, eh?” he grins. “Well if you can arrange that, I’m all for that, cause to be honest. I’d move to Vancouver and try and get my job back with the PD, but I really hate those mother fukers abby. I’d rather piss glass than work for them again.” but his voice is still mild. Still euphoric with the news or her pregnancy.
Natalie shifts to his lap and slides her arms around his neck “Yes I’m plotting.” She laughs and then frowns. “Don’t do something you hate to try and make me happy. Then I’d have to watch you be miserable and we’d both be miserable.” She’s still stunned and so so happy “We’ll figure out the job thing….one tricky part is that I don’t want to ask for a transfer or satellite office and tell them I’m taking maternity leave in the same conversation….so I might delay announcing this...so I can get the fuck over to you..” She giggles and then sighs “But then they’re going to have to send a replacement for me...ah whatever….deal with that later...maybe they’d send two lawyers to open a satellite office there. I don’t want to think about work...I want to think about you and the baby...but sadly I have to think about work. Dr. McKinney? She’s an everything doctor? Like she’s an obstetrician?”
Marcus smiles at her curiously when she says she doesn’t want him doing something he’d hate just to make him happy. In his experience that is not how women in a position of power over a man work, but he’s glad she’s different. He listens to her plot a bit more, understanding almost none of it, but knowing one thing. “Well, until then, I know where I’ll be spending my weekends.” and then he nods. “Yea. She can do pretty much everything and had. She’s the only doctor on the island besides the Alvin brothers and they’re veterinarians.” he tells her. “She’s delivering Michael Reinhardts nephews girlfriends triplets.” He considers the relation and nods. “Yea … I guess his girlfriend doesn’t like Vancouver any more than I do. He said she asked to have her babies on the island and Dr. McKinney agreed.”
Natalie beams about his spending weekends with her and then jumps up for a second “Oh yes...keys...I got you some.” She walks to a kitchen drawer and pulls out a small envelope full of keys “I colour coded them...blue is the front door, red is the parkade door, if you need it. Yellow is the door to the condo itself. “ She offers the envelope and then considers what he said about the doctor “She must be totally run off her feet….triplets?! And everything else and everything doctor does in a small town. I still haven’t figured out who all the Reinhardts are who aren’t Michael but I’ve basically been thinking all the town’s red headed humans? Regardless...I’ll see if maybe she'll still do a virtual consultation to get started.” She slides a hand across her abdomen “I don’t feel any different yet….but it’s still exciting.”
Marcus watches her get the keys and moves to a matching large chair for a better view of her doing it. He takes the envelope and looks inside at the keys. He smiles. “Yea … she can.” he laughs. “Well, most of the really tall ones are Reinhardts and some of the family isn’t named Reinhardt … it’s like a weird web. Once you move I’ll point them out one by one, the Reinhardts and the Yamadas and the Saigawas and who is married to who melding which family. Yea .. it can get confusing.” she stands in front of him and runs a hand over her abdomen. He lifts her shirt and kisses it. “You don’t look any different either.” he admits. “But it’s all good.” He kisses her belly again. “We're having a baby, baby.” he grins up at her with that look that he will do anything she wants now and forever. “You’re my person, Natalie. The mother of my child. Our child.”
Natalie nods “Not everyone related or married...common law... has the same names...I get it.” She grins down at him when he kisses her belly and giggles when he says having a baby baby. She strokes his hair “You’re my person, the father of my child….maybe even children if we like how it all goes.” She admits “No pressure, just not ruling it out either.” She tries to sit back in his lap “We should probably consider some sort of dinner. I have a few options here...but they’re quick things. Frozen dinners, noodles….or we can order something in.”
Marcus smiles at the whole concept of being the father of her child and maybe even children. “Well, we made this one in our sleep.” he quips and he leans back letting her lounge on him. “I’d like to see how you cook up a frozen dinner.” he decides. “I’d be more than happy to be the primary cook, but I need to know if I have to work a graveyard shift that you won't starve or burn the place down.” he’s teasing, holding her close to him by her hips.
“In our sleep, we are THAt good!” She laughs at his cooking worries “I’m not completely hopeless….no fires….ok how about this “I’m a lazy cook, I prefer mixes and frozen stuff. And honestly sometimes it is a work thing. I make very basic food. I have no flair for the creative or how to spice things. I do get bored sometimes part way through recipes and do a half assed job so it’s not as good as someone with a passion for cooking. But let me impress you with my non fire creating skills of boiling a box of pasta and a jar of sauce? I can even throw in some frozen chicken strips….prepare to be...amazed..” She says sarcastically and gives him a little kiss before she stands again to go make food.
Marcus listens to her cooking experience and opinion and arches his brows. “Chicken strips. Oooo weeee.” he shakes his head. “My baby loves me! Pasta, sauce AND chicken strips.” he teases her. He follows her into the kitchen. “Fair enough. Most of the time I’ll spice in the kitchen and you spice in the bedroom … except when we make love in the kitchen then we can spice together.” He is full of banter and very playful. It was just something he never really felt able to do in Alexandra as their developing relationship was on the down low. No he felt so free and happy it was showing her a whole new side of himself.
Natalie gives Marcus a mock dangerous look at his teasing as she pulls out pasta and sauce from the cupboard and the chicken from the freezer “You’re so fucking lucky you’re so hot Marcus.” She jokes. She’s about to grab a pot and begin when his playful banter distracts her and she giggles. She moves to him and kisses him, pressing him into the counter a bit “Were you hoping to get spicy Marcus?” She whispers as she breaks the kiss.
Marcus chuckles as she tells him how lucky he is that he’s hot. “I know I could be cold as those fingers. Then she presses him into the counter and kisses him. Asking if he was hoping to get spicy. “Damn right I was.” he replies without shame. “In the kitchen, the living room, BOTH bathrooms, your bedroom and both ends of the balcony.” he tells her, moving in for a deep kiss.
Natalie grins at him “Balcony?” she gives a little breathy laugh and kisses him again. Her hands start moving over his body, up under his shirt front and back and then teasing at the waistband of his pants and the button as she moves her kisses to his neck and murmurs “There’s something I want to do to you….something we talked about if we have enough time….” She tries to undo his pants now to hint at her desire.
Marcus feels her touch and grins. “Is that so?” he asks as she starts kissing him and undoing his pants. “Well, I did say I was open to it, provided there was enough time for me to recover.” he remembers. “So you think we have enough time tonight?” although he is thinking less and less about eating right now .. maybe after. He can recover while they eat pasta.
Natalie doesn’t dive into his pants immediately but slides his shirt up, kissing at his chest and stomach “Mmmhmm…” she murmurs into him “We have time…..” She tries to get his shirt off him now if she can and once his is discarded she’ll strip hers off down to her bra, which tonight is a deep red lace. If that all works she’ll begin kissing back down him as she reaches into his pants and wraps her fingers around his cock beginning to lightly rub. She knows what she wants. She’s been thinking about it.
Marcus peels his shirt off and tosses it in the general direction of the dining area. He isn’t wearing an undershirt, so he is bare chested now. He watches her take off her shirt, exposing her bra. It’s all very interesting to him because in his experience blow jobs didn’t require a lot of stripping and had never once happened in a kitchen, so he’s intrigued. Then he reaches into his pants and underwear and takes his cock in her hand. It is soft, but she immediately works to changing that. He looks down at her and feels the blood begin to flow. “Oh baby.” he murmurs.
Natalie grins into his stomach at his reaction and the word baby. She can feel him getting hard in her hand and it’s compelling her. She takes the hand away just briefly and takes off her pants so he can see her now in her bra and panties. The panties match but are a little more see through. She wants to give him a visual to think about since he commented about not just wanting to look at the back of her head. Now she fully opens his pants and pulls them down with his underwear, planning on getting him really hard and eventually making him cum hard too if she can. She moves her hand back around him, rubbing harder and kisses him deeply on the lips before giving him a little grin and sinking right to her knees, letting just the tip of him into her mouth for a taste as she continues her hand work.
Marcus watches her undress and loves her underwear. He notices her can see through it and swallows hard. He moves his hips forward so she can slide down his pants and black boxer briefs. And then they are kissing and he feels himself getting harder. This is not the sort of blow job he’s been used to. He inhales as she sinks to her knees and takes in the tip of him, making his cock pulse as he gets even harder. “Oh, this is new….” he confesses. “And I love it. I love you.”
Natalie looks up at him when he talks, pleasantly surprised at his words about it being new. She keeps her mouth around him and doesn’t answer but looks at him with absolute love as she slides her hand down the shaft, letting her mouth follow deeper. She’s extremely careful not to let her teeth touch any bit of him since he mentioned that too. Curiously and lovingly she moves had other hand to caress him, his ass, his outer and inner thighs and then cautiously around and under his balls, ready to move her hands away if he doesn’t like it. All the while his cock is being jerked and half deep throated by her mouth and other hand.
Marcus is a sensory man, and loves her touching him. The whole way she was approaching the blow job as a new experience for him. He hisses in a breath when she caresses him and lest out an audible sigh as she touches his balls. She jacks and sucks him at the same time and he reaches down to caress her head, but also raises his own head. “Baby that feels so good.” he moans, becoming fully hard in her mouth.
Natalie revels in his reactions, his words and she feels him grow to his full capacity in her mouth, easing off a bit on him to be again careful of teeth. She keeps going ith the things she’s getting his feedback on, jacking and sucking a little faster, her hand wrapping a little tighter as her saliva wets him. She makes a point of caressing his balls more, seeking more sighs. Natalie is enjoying him as fully as he enjoys her and moans into his cock as she keeps going.
Marcus does sigh again as she progresses. He’s as hard as it gets and now the pleasure is building for him. She makes his slick with her saliva and he spreads his hands on the counter, gripping it. It is when she moans that he grips the counter harder and moans as well. His hips arching forward a bit. “Nat … god baby yes.” he moans.
Natalie can see and feel he’s getting pleasure from it and she’s delighted to do whatever it takes. She keeps going with everything, adding layers as she responds. When he has a big reaction to her moaning she does it again, and again, and now at little intervals with the work of her hands and mouth. She increases sht espeed a bit, the grip ever so slightly and the interval of her moaning closer together. She’s not faking the moaning either. His pleasure is hers too and his entire being right now is making her soak through her lacy panties from how hot it all is for her.
Marcus is taken on a journey of pleasure. Being sensory, her moans have a profound effect on him and as she continues it is like each moan lifts him higher and higher. “Baby …” he groans. And she moans again and he just cannot stand it another second, no matter how hard he tries. Throwing back his head, his thighs tremble and his hips buck. “Nat…” and he begins to cum.
Natalieis in absolute heaven making Marcus cum this way. She’s never gotten the joy of entirely focussing on him like this and feeling and seeing and tasting it all as it happens. She keeps sucking and jacking and drinks him in, slowing as she feels the flow of him ebb but before she swallows it all she springs up his body and pulls his head back don to her, kissing him deeply, letting him taste as he does to her and as he did when it as both of theirs.
Marcus can not believe how hard he’s cum and just as it is ending, Natalie leaps up, pulls his head down and kisses him. He can taste himself on her tongue and one of his arms wraps around her, deepening the kiss. He moans softly into the kiss, pulling her closer if he can, loving that she is sharing what she gave him and returning it.
Natalie kisses him for a long time and then finally breaks apart, snuggling into him “That was beautiful. You’re beautiful when you cumand I’ve never gotten that much of it when I’m distracted….that also seemed kind of intense to me...not to toot my own horn…” She laughs a bit.
Marcus keeps one arm around har and he keeps his feet, even though he is weak in the knees. He listens to her and chuckles. “No … Baby .. toot .. toot as much as you want. That was intense .. that was like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.” he tells her with absolute honesty. “I think you’ve convinced me this is something we need to add to put play.” he moves his hand from her back to her hip and, as he begins to come back to himself, between her legs. His eyes grow wide when he feels how wet her panties are.
Natalie beams as he gives his review and wants more of it. She loved doing it to him and wanted to again and again. When his hand goes between her legs she shudders and moans “As you can tell...I really enjoyed that too…..oh god Marcus…” She bites her lip and looks at him.
Marcus looks at her as he simply rubs at the gusset of her panties feeling the moisture. His legs feel stronger. “Oh I can tell.” he agrees and works to unhook and remove her bra. If he succeeds he will stand and turn them around so that her back is now to the counter. With a small grunt, he will try and lift her onto the counter. “However baby .. seeing is believing…” he tells her as he works to get her panties off.
Natalie pushes into his rubbing with her eyes closed and breathy little gasps.She helps him with the brand feels it fall away and then gets turned and lifted “Oh...yes please…” She sighs out. She lifts her hips so the panties are an easy remove and then leans back a bit...this part of the counter is really her island...but there are food ingredients behind her she doesn’t want to bump so she slides them to one side.
Marcus takes a moment to look at her naked body lying on the kitchen island. As she sighs her plea, he moves his right hand between her legs and slowly slides on one of his broad fingers. “Anything you want, baby.” he replies as he leans down between her legs and begins to lick at her clit as his finger slides in and out of her.
Natalie smiles at him looking at her and then moans loudly as he begins to finger and lick her. She pulls up her legs a bit and plants her heels on the counter, giving him full access and then rocks a bit with his movements and moans again and again. She was still really ramped up from getting him off so her pleasure builds up fast and she’s soon pressing back on him and on the edge of losing it.
Marcus is both pleased and not to see how excited she is and how close to orgasm she is. He slides his finger out of her and pulls his head back, then blows softly on her clit. “Not yet …” he nearly pleads.
Natalie knows what he’s doing and gives a little whimper. She was seconds away but she tries to come down and laughs a bit “You torture me...oh god….” She unconsciously taps a foot.
Marcus laughs softly. “I torture you because I love you.” he assured her and noticed her foot tapping. “Oh my impatient baby.” he nearly moans and moves his arms, elbows out. With his fingers, he grasps her hairs and pulls her lips apart, exposing her clit. “Well, if you insist….” and he begins to lick her clit, but slowly. She brought up torture, not him.”
Natalie sighs “I love you too…” she nods at the impatient comment and then he starts on her again but slowly. She knows his moves and she loves this one. She lays back fully and lets him go slow, letting the pleasure build again “Oh Marcus…….”
He takes his time, as she knows he can. “You're so beautiful.” slow lick. “I can’t believe how lucky I am.” he corals her clit. “My person.” he presses in with the flat of his tongue. He moves closer so that his full lips touch her clit. “My baby…” he wraps those lips around her clit and sucks, pulls back and begins to flick her clit with his tongue, his eyes up her body looking at her face in the pleasure he is giving her.
Natalie’s pleasure builds on two levels now, the physical because Marcus, as always is way too good at this and now the emotional, his loving herm his words, their baby growing in her. She moans but almost in tears, tears of joy. Now she lets herself feel what he's doing again and she;s right back at the edge. She holds it for a while with effort and then dives over and screams “Marcus!! Oh god...I love you…” before clinging to him and collapsing a bit.
Marcus smiles into her clit as she begins to cum and cry out her love for him. He rides it out and kisses up her belly to her lips. “My baby, my queen, my love.” he whispers between kisses.
Natalie pulls Marcus onto her or tries as he kisses up her and at their lips joining she kisses him deeply, tasting her own pleasure still mixed with the lingering of him in her mouth. His words make her smile and she hugs him to her.
Marcus half lays on her as they kiss. “You’re delicious.” he tells her and nuzzles her neck, sighing into it.
Natalie kisses the side of his head she can reach “So are you….How is it our connection just keeps deepening? I mean I’ve never had this before….in any way, emotionally, sexually...intellectually…” She sighs happily. “Where did you come from Marcus Lawry?”
Marcus lifts his head. “I'm not sure, but I love it.” he grins and lifts himself off of her a bit. “I ask the same thing about you, but then I realize ...it doesn’t matter. What matters is I’m not going no place and I hope neither are you because I ain’t never known anyone close to you, baby.”
Natalie looks at him sweetly “Good.” she kisses him lightly “We probably should eat...food.” She giggles “I’m trying to grow a human after all.” She looks beside her to the ingredients she pushed out of her way “and that chicken is going to thaw.” Natalie comments.
Marcus starts a bit, as if he’s forgotten all about a proper dinner. He straightens. “Right .. sorry … something distracted me.” he apologizes. Glancing at the chicken he marvels. “It hasn’t already?” at the chicken. He’d have sworn it would be half cooked by now.
Natalie giggles and scootches out from him, standing up “Whatever could that be? I’m going to tidy up a tiny bit and pee….all those drinks are still catching up with me. I will be right back.” She pecks his cheek and walked into her bedroom and the en suite bathroom, using the toilet, washing up a little and then going to her dresser and pulling out a plain long shirt style nightgown and throwing it on with a pair of not tempt the man simple cotton black panties. These would probably tempt Marcus too but the red see through were specifically chosen for that purpose. She calls out to him “You can leave stuff here if you want. I have half a dresser and well a tiny bit of closet space if I shift a few things…” She admits as she starts back in.
Marcus uses the half bathroom while Natalie uses her full one. He looks again at the tests and their results and sort of puts the tests closer together. Not throwing them away just yet, but its a step closer to the trash for them. He leaves the room as she calls to him and he watches her head into the kitchen. For him it’s not as much the underwear, although he did love lace on her … it was her hips and the way they swayed. “I was hoping I could leave some things.” he replies and grabs his bag, taking it into the bedroom. He didn’t have a lot of hanging clothes, so he goes straight to the dresser and finds space for his underwear, socks, shirts and jeans. If they ever went someplace formal, he could buy more formal. He finally brings the bag back onto the main room and begins to collect clothes, starting with his black boxer briefs. Slipping back into his jeans he just keeps his shirt off and leans in the kitchen doorway watching her. “I’m sorry baby but them hips ….” he bites his lips and holds up his hand. “I’ll be good .. I promise.”
Natalie looks up at him and blushes a bit “I’m so glad they’re working for you. I’ve had to make peace with them myself. My mother is very...body shaming. It’s her stuff but it’s hard not to take it on when she turns it on me. I’m pretty sure she’s actually anorexic. She’s been on a diet since I was born, claims I ruined her figure. When G-Mama talked about your ex who said that I automatically hated her...not as much as th racist one who was upset about having a mixed race child. That’s beyond horrible. But yeah...the body thing. I’m built like a Sokal as you can see by Baba. I swear my mother counts everyone’s calories as they sit through a meal with her.”
Marcus keeps his distance from her, cause he can’t promise himself he won’t make a move for her hips. When he moves to hold her, he pulls her to him by her hips. He blows out a breath. “Do I have to be good and watch my mouth around your Mom?” he asks her. “Cause I can’t make any promises.” he tells her. “You have an incredible build, in my opinion ... but if that was it I could go for any woman with curves.”
Natalie wraps her arms around him and smiles “Well I don’t watch my mouth very well. I do curb it when I can see it making my Dad upset. I know he gets the worst of her. But honestly even her parents...my Nana and Pops...they dish back about the food thing. They love food. Nana is the typical feed you Jewish Grandma...and Mom’s just...I don’t know...she has stuff. I don’t even know what the stuff is. I’m probably not making that meeting sound fun at all…” She admits “My father is amazing, my Nana and Pops are very jolly and funny people. I tune out my Mother to enjoy all of them and it sometimes works. I love that you love my curves Marcus. You make me feel very adored...I love every part of your body too….” She kisses him intensely and then when she breaks the kiss she reaches for a pasta pot from the oven drawer, shaking her hips at him as a joking tease as she bends forward to get it.
Marcus nods at what he’s learning about her mother. “Well … the faster we get that meeting out the way, the better.” he suggests. “Just don’t expect we’ll get along. I’ll try, I swear I will but .. we’ll see. Might help if your Nana is feeding me.” he winks. He laughs as she shakes her hips at him. “You trying your damnedest to get out of cookin for me I see.” he mockingly accuses. “Well it’s not gonna work, woman.” he folds his arms and looks determined.
Natalie giggles and takes the pot to the sink to fill it with water “I did promise and I’ll keep that. I don’t want you to think I’ll just feed the baby rice crispy squares when you work late after all.” She sets it on the stove and turns on the element and then gets out another pot and reaches back for the jar of sauce and the chicken. She sets it all up so the chicken simmers in the sauce and waits for the pasta water to boil “Hey Marcus, I should have some parmesan cheese in the fridge, could you grab that please?”
Marcus groans. “Ohhh you are setting yourself up to be the favorite parent.” he accuses. “I’ll make them eat vegetables .. but Mom … nope .. rice crispy treats. Not fair, baby .. not fair at all.” he opens the fridge, looks within and gets the Parmesan, then closes the door and hands it to her. “I’m gonna teach you how to rip up a head of lettuce and call it a salad, woman … level the playing field.”
Natalie snorts “When they sell perfectly good salads in bags and tubs ready to dress and eat?” she takes the parmesan “Oh you’re such a food diva.” She teases as the pasta water boils. She sets down the cheese and opens the box of pasta and dumps it in and then sets the timer on the stove before reaching for a colander and walking to set it in the sink. “I’m sure Nana would love to feed you...hey to sweeten the deal we could drag Baba into the mix. The Morgenstern grandparents actually adore her and she them. She’s a little cold to Mom though as you may have noticed. I know my parents met because they rented a cabin down the road in Maple Ridge one time. I guess the grandparents became friends. It seems to be a vague recollection for everyone….but whatever.” She realizes she’s talking a lot about her own family and decides to ask about Marcus’s “I know your mom’s life had a really sad end, but what was she like...before all that? What did she do? Were you close?”
Marcus shakes his head when she mentions ready made salads. “You ain’t doing a damn thing for the stereotype of the filthy cheating lawyer, baby.” he laughs. “And I love to eat .. it’s why I even it out by working out. Burn all those calories so I don't wind up with a belly so big I can’t see my own dick.” he listens to a little more of her family history and nods. “We’ll have to make it happen.” and then she asks about his mom. “She was great. Raised me with G-Mama. I think she wanted to be independent and prove that a woman could raise a boy into a man without a father. She worried when I hit puberty … that I might get someone pregnant and walk away from it. But I know what happened to her and you know I want to be a father, but I admit I’m glad I could get some life under my belt to make me a better one.” he grins as he watches her and thinks of his mother. “She’d like you, because you’re strong. I don't know how she'd ever worry about me with a weak woman, after her and G-mama in my life … but I can’t lie … I’ve had a few weak women in my life. That never lasted long, tho.”
Natale laughs at his fitness meter and then smiles as he talks about his mother. “Well I’ll take that as a compliment. We both have pasts...and people that we were not meant to be with. Hopefully as you said, the experience makes us better to each other and to..” She looks down at her belly “Whoever you are..” She’s talking to the baby, not that there’s a real sense of baby yet physically but Natalie is already getting attached emotionally and spiritually if that’s possible for her. The timer goes off and she takes the pasta pot and drains it and then runs water over it before tossing it back in the pot and dumping in the sauce and chicken and mixing it all up. “See, cooking?” She announces.
Marcus grins as she speaks to their growing child and finishes up their dinner. “Yea … thats cooking.” he admits. He moves to the cabinets and opens them until he finds the plates and accessories, then sets the table for them. “Shall we dine … again?” he winks at her and angles a chair out for her. As he watched her, he thought how, only a month ago, he was just living his life and not thinking so much about the future. Certainly, he never imagined falling in love, never mind falling in love so fast and sure with a woman. A single day could change a life, he realized, and the way his life had changed was spectacular.
Natalie joined him at the table with the pot of pasta, the parmesan shaker and a serving spoon for it “Oh thank you...you set us up.” She smirks at his dirty joke and sits in the angled chair. Her table was solid black veneer wood with a set of 4 almost utilitarian black plastic chairs. All her furniture was from Ikea...like the catalogue had simply vomited itself into her condo. She even had a simple hanging diner style light fixture above. She serves Marcus first and hands him the parmesan and then she serves up her own “I confess I often eat in front of the TV, but this is nice.”
Marcus sits and grins at being served. He shakes some parmesan onto his pasta and chuckles. “Me too, but in this evening of firsts, maybe we should try something new. Just for flavor.” he filled his fork, toasts her with it. “To cooking, in all its possible ways.” and then he puts the forkfull in his mouth, ches and smiles at her. “Not bad.” he reports. “I am satisfied that my family won't starve without me.”
Natalie ate some too and silently laughed at his jokes. After she chews and swallows she remarks “I boil things well. What can I say?” She looks thoughtful and asks, “What was your mother’s name?” She doesn’t want to reveal that she’s already let a few possible names wander through her brain for the baby. Besides he has that aversion to planning so she might have to make secret lists or name their kid off of some brand of medical equipment in the hospital.
Marcus answers the question with a smile. “She was named Jasmine.” he tells her. “It’s a really pretty plant with a powerful smell. Which is sort of like my mama. Small but powerful.” he tells her, taking more food and realizing that he was starving after their romp in the kitchen.
“Jasmine…” She repeats with a smile and takes another bite. Jasmine Lawry? Jasmine Sokal? Jasmine Sokal-Lawry? Her eyes move like she’s reading the combinations in her brain. “It is a lovely plant.” She concurs.
Marcus focuses on his meal and looks over at her as her eyes move like she’s in REM sleep. “What are you plotting now, baby?” He loved how her brain seemed to always be working.
Natalie twirls her fork on her plate and looks him in the eyes. He did want complete honesty. She licks her lips “I know we have lots of time...but I’m letting myself consider some names...for the baby. I know you don’t like making plans...but for this we might have to a little bit.” She smiles. “I was running through the name Jasmine with our surnames individually and in combination.” She admits fully.
Marcus chuckles. “Sometimes you do have to plan and … we may as well start now.” He agrees. He does some fork twirling of his own. “Well, there’s always hyphenating the baby’s name.” he suggests. “You’ve had rough marriages and I’m not insulted if you don’t want to get married, especially with that expectation that you take my name.” he looks up from his plate. “I love you and that’s all I need. You in my life. Fuck what the givernment wants me to call it.”
Natalie looks relieved he’s willing to talk about it so early “I’m not rejecting any ideas. After two divorces I said I’d never marry again unless I was sure the guy was worth the paperwork...you are but I also don’t feel like we have to do that to have a child together. I do like my name though and I’ve always kept it. But yes, fuck the government.” She laughs. “I like the name Jasmine and everything you tell me about your Mom. I don’t know if I would want to call a boy Pavel, that’s my father’s name, but the English version is Paul..” She muses and then winces “I certainly wouldn’t saddle a boy with either of my grandfather’s names “Saul and Vladislav….and not Petrushka...but Petra would be ok...or Bertha...old fashioned but pretty What was your grandfather’s name?.” She digs into what’s left on her plate.
Marcus shrugs. “Well, I think we are living proof that you don’t have to be married to have a baby.” he considers and looks genuinely touched at the idea of considering his mother’s name. “My grandfather was Darius. He was around but … for the most part G-Mama raised me on his own, if that makes sense. They didn’t get married or anything.” he shrugs. “The women didn't marry the fathers of their children. G-Mama let Darius in .. my mother didn’t let my father even know.” he pauses. “I want to be different. I want to be involved in my childs life … Don’t have to be married … don’t have to live together if you don’t want. I just … don’t want to be absent.” growing up without a father or a father figure has had its effect on him.
Natalie listens with compassion. She had in many ways lived a very opposite dynamic. “I hear you Marcus….and maybe flip it for me. I know I didn’t walk in your shoes. You had strong mother figures and an absent father, and grandfather. I love the name DArius though. I must admit. I had and have a great father...but I’ve always longed for more nurturing from my mother. I don’t want to be her...to our child...I don’t want to scar them….I know I had Baba but she lived hours away so I didn’t have her everyday. I think you and I can complete those pieces we were missing for our child, or children as well as for ourselves.” She looks at him lovingly “I do know that I want to live with you...I miss you so much every night since I’ve been back, it’s like an ache. I just need to figure out how to get myself where you are and then we can figure out the rest.”
Marcus nods. “We even each other out in a lot of ways.” He agrees. “And if we name a son Darius, I want it to be because we both like the name, not because it was my grandfathers.” he considers. “I know G-Mama might wonder why we did that, but it was also her father’s name. I don’t dare attach anything Freudian to it, because I like to think she liked my grandfather for more than his having the same name as her father’s middle name.” he chuckles. Then he looks at her. “I’d love to wake up to you every morning … and not have to rush back to my place or you rush back to yours. And that will happen.” he picks up his fork. “I’m not gonna live without you any more than I have to.” he finishes the last of his food and looks to see if she is also finished.
Natalie muses on this “Well we’d talk to her first...G-Mama that is. I mean I wouldn’t want to make her feel bad, ever. I mean I’d never name a daughter Lisa...so I get that if a name is off limits.” She smiles at his saying he’s not going to live without her any more than he has to. She pushes her bowl away and smiles at him.
Marcus grins as he stands. “I don’t like the name Lisa, myself.” he winks and picks up the dirty dishes, kissing her softly as he picks hers up. “We still have time. Maybe you’ll like my great grandfather’s full name, including the Darius and G-mama’ll never object.” He smiles and heads for the kitchen to do the dishes. “He was involved with the American Civil Rights movement. Died trying to get voter’s rights. That’s why G-mama’s been here in Canada for so long. He forbade her from coming to the States in the late 40’s. He died in 1950 and she was so distraught she stopped taking care of herself … and her hair locked.” he starts running the water. “Anyway, his full name was Keon Darius Lawry.”
Nateli kissed him back and followed so they could easily keep talking. She looks amazed and sad at the story “Oh wow….what an amazing human. Poor G-Mama. Keon Darius, big energy to be born under if we go with any of that….I think G-Mama’s hair is glorious. I’m sad it happened the way it did though.”
Marcus glances at her as he makes short work of the dishes and sets them aside to dry. “Yea. He was. And G-mama owns her hair but refused to cut it in memory of her father until he started dragging. Now she keeps it off the ground when it’s down.” he dries his hands, turns and takes her into his arms. “He worked with some Jewish me, you know.” he winks and leans in to kiss her. “And I like to think he’d be like G-Mama … loving you and letting that temper the fears. But … that’s another thing in Alexandra’s favor I think. Interracial couples, interracial children. O our baby won't feel so … obvious. That is not a good feeling.” he knows from experience.
Natalie looks still sad but also fascinated by the hair choice. She slides into his arms when he pulls her and moves her hands up his shoulders and around the back of them. She smiles at him and kisses him back “I hope so….” She takes in what he’s saying about Alexandra and it’s beautiful diversity “I did notice that, even more after we got together too. Your friend Reyna dn India Tor….and oh my god their little girl is so adorable. She stood out for me at the protest. And then Kira’s friend Sajani, and her boyfriend Patrick...who I didn't know was a twin!” She looks embarrassed “Thankfully it came up before I just called him Chris….” She laughs at herself now.
Marcus nods. “Yea, Jayla is a beautiful girl, that’s for sure.” he grins. “Well I guess everyone assumes that everyone knows they are the Peterson Twins. And they usually will toss out some hint or another casually as to which one they are.” he lowers his hands to her hips. “There are no twins .. or more multiple births in my family, by the way.” he tells her. “So no worries on my end.” he begins to lead her to the living room and the television for a bit of vegging out.”
Natalie notices the hands on her hips as she’s listening to Marcus and then gets led to the couch and happily stretches out against him “I don’t think we have any twins in mine either….” She lets out a yawn “Oooof where did that come from, it’s too early to be tired….” She says with a chuckle and then turns on the remote and then turns to Marcus “We’ve never actually watched TV together….what do you watch? I’m kind of a Netflix junkie. I get hooked on series and have to watch them all. I did the whole Orange is the New black thing and then the Aussie one….Wentworth. Lots of prison, cop crime drama crap which might actually make you gag…” She realizes.
Marcus watches the yawn. “Oh, I don’t know..” His voice drips amuses sarcasm. “You met my grandmother, had your gran drive off in a car worth more than my career, got to deal with seeing me followed around a store like I was gonna steal every tampon in the place, found out your pregnant, were forced to convince me that blow jobs are not the worst thing in the world, only to have me edge you before making you cum pretty hard it seemed like, then you had to cook for gods sake …. I can see you being a little tired.” he winks at her. “And .. for the record I watched a couple seasons of Orange is the New Black and like cop dramas, even though they lean a little heavy on the drama.” he nuzzles her neck and pulls her close. “Pick a show and we’ll watch.” he suggests. “Cause lately I haven’t been much of an anything watcher.”
Natalie giggles at the breakdown “All worth it...ALL of it.” She leans into him and enjoys his nuzzling. She clicks around “Oh they took it off...Let me find you a trailer for something….” She goes to YouTube “Not my usual crime and court drama but a little sci fi and semi historical...probably not accurate…”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uBb6Kyd7vAc
Marcus watches the trailer and then looks at Natalie. “So .. this is revenge for edging you?” he asks. “Cause it looks cool and it's not even on anymore?” he smirks and kisses her. “You’re wrong.” he laughs. “Lets try something else, eh?”
Natalie thinks “How is picking TV together so complex...oh wait...I got one...close your eyes though I want to surprise you ok?” She’ll wait to see if he complies and then go into movie rentals and search “Oh they have it...eyes still closed….” She sets it up and then nudges Marcus “Ok you can look now….” Natalie has rented Charlotte's Web and it’s cued up to play. It’s the 2006 live action one with Dakotah Fanning as Charlotte.
Marcus closes his eyes dutifully, because he trusts Natalie that much. When he opens them he laughs. “Holy shit!” he exclaims and kisses her, laying flatter on the couch and letting her make herself comfortable either right on top of him or off to the side. “Best. Person. Ever. I love you, baby.” and he puts an arm around her and settles in to watch.
Natalie kisses him back and giggles. She has chosen wisely. She lies on top of him with one leg over his legs and one down to the side. He’s like a wonderful Marcus body pillow and she relaxes right into him. “I love you too baby.” She says it back to him, testing it out. OK. She likes it for him too. Hopefully he will too. She feels herself drifting a bit. She stays awake through the webbed words “Some Pig” and almost through the word “Terrific” but is asleep before the words “Radiant” or “Humble” are woven into that spider’s web.
Marcus beams at being called baby. He tightens his grip on her and kisses her softly. Even though he is watching, he notices when she falls asleep and just holds her until the movie is over and then carefully carrying her to bed , not undressing her as he doesn’t want to wake her up. But he strips and lays beside her, just watching her for a while until sleep catches up with him, as well.
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