Chapter Eightly-three The alarm on the clock radio sounded its grating buzz, and Anton reached over and slapped the snooze button. He wondered why he was even bothering with the alarm right now. Max was waking them up with demands to be fed or changed every three hours. Rolling over, he wrapped his arms around Bryn, who appeared to still be asleep. He let his fingers idly twine through her hair, which while not back to its original length, was growing longer. He yawned lazily, stretching against her, his morning erection rubbing against her thigh. The night before had been emotional. Just the admission that he wasn't strong enough to bear the burden he had been carrying alone had wiped him out emotionally, which had translated into a physical tiredness. But now he wasn't feeling tired, or at least not emotionally. Burrowing deeper into the pillow, Bryn tried to pretend the alarm had never sounded. She hadn't yet heard Max crying since the last time she got up, and she didn't want to wake him. Still she could feel Anton stirring behind her and knew he'd be getting up to shower sooner or later. Yawning, she backed herself closer to him, basking in his heat while she still had it. Anton rubbed the back of his fingers over her shoulders, watching her though half lidded eyes. She was so beautiful, both physically and spiritually. She didn't even seem to realize how much strength she had, and how he needed her. Scooting down a bit, he kissed her bare shoulder, just barely passing his lips over her skin. She leaned into his touch, shifting her hips slightly to brush her ass against his erection. Although sleepy, she was beginning to feel the warmth of arousal suffusing her. Tilting her head back, she slid her arm back, sliding her fingers over his hip, gently rubbing his thigh. She couldn't help but hope Max stayed asleep a little while longer. Anton's lips moved up to her neck, lapping at the soft skin beneath her ear. The hand tucked against her stomach slowly began sliding upwards, tracing lightly along her skin. He tucked one leg against hers, rubbing the front of his foot against the back of her thigh before wedging it between hers. His fingers brushed against the lower slopes of her breasts, and a light tremor ran though his body. Slowly swaying, she rubbed her back against his chest, stimulating his nipples as she wasn't able to with her hands. Resisting the urge to moan, so she wouldn't wake Max, she slid her hand back to his ass, squeezing gently. Teasing the crease with her fingertips. His hips jerked forward before he could stop them. He pulled his hips closer to his, nestling his cock in the cleft of her ass. His laps became nips as his fingers began teasing her nipples. He was grinning as she squirmed harder against him. Licking a long stripe along her neck, he then blew along it. She let out a soft whimper, pushing her hips back even further, trying her hardest to get his cock between her legs. She wanted so much to have him inside her. It had been over a week since they'd tried...this time she hoped it would work. Tilting her hips back and forth, she could feel herself wetting the head of his cock. It felt delicious. His hips continued to pump in time with hers. Her body was so warm, so welcoming, practically begging him to take her. As his movements came faster, the head of his cock slipped into her sex. He paused, eyes opening wide at the almost forgotten sensation. But he held still, not certain if he was causing Bryn pain. Panting softly, she spread her legs wider and draped her thigh over his. It felt so good she could barely breathe. She wanted him to slam deep inside her, but knew they had to take this as slow as possible. She reached down to grasp his hand, threading their fingers together, turning so she could kiss his lips. She let out a soft moan against his mouth, letting him know she wasn't in pain. He was trembling with the need to push deep into her. He kissed her, tongue lightly stroking across her lips as he eased deeper into her body, watching for any hint of pain. Part of him momentarily wondered if he should try to pull out and wait for the doctor to clear Bryn's health. But she was hot and wet and tight, and he found himself sucked inside deeper. She couldn't contain it anymore. She let out a low moan, reaching her arm back to cup the back of his neck. Grasping him with her inner muscles, she swiveled her hips slowly, enjoying the sensations it produced. He was so hard, stretched her tightly, and yet aside from a small twinge or two of discomfort, she wasn't in pain. And she wanted him so badly. Anton also groaned quietly, trying to keep from waking Max. He had missed this sensation, missed being surrounded by her. Slowly, gently, he began thrusting. Carefully he began rubbing her clit, watching her reaction, still ready to withdraw at any sign of pain. Sabryn shuddered against him, her back arching as she tried to get him deeper inside her. Sliding her hand down between her legs, she teased her fingertips over his balls. She smiled as his hips jerked slightly in response. His thrusts were taking him deeper and she closed her eyes in concentration, squeezing him inside her. She turned to kiss him again, sucking eagerly on his lower lip. His thrusts became more forceful, twitching every time she ran finger over his balls. Working the arm trapped under their bodies, he began to tease her nipple. He could feel his balls pulling up tight against his body, and although he wanted this to last forever, Anton knew he couldn't last too much longer. Panting heavily, she threw the covers off their sweaty bodies and grabbed his ass. She could feel every clench of his muscles, the powerful thrust of his hips, the driving force of his thick cock inside her. And she couldn't help whimpering as she clenched down around him, nearing orgasm. Taking his balls in a firmer grip, she pressed her wrist over the hand he had between her legs, silently urging him to rub her harder, gasping loudly when the sensations almost became too much to bear. His breath came in harsh snorts as he pressed down harder on her clit and thrust more forcefully. Giving harsh gasps, Anton cried out as he felt her sex spasm around his cock. Unable to hold back, he called out "Sabryn" as he came. She shuddered heavily, her hand clenching on his ass. Her climax melted through her like warm, thick honey, rolling through her veins, pooling where their bodies merged. Grabbing his arms, she kept them tightly wrapped around her, then pushed both of her hands back to grasp his thighs, holding him to her, not allowing him to pull away. Her hand sank into the pillow, her body boneless, heavy, quivering with satiation. He sank against her, pressing his nose to the back of her head. Nuzzling her gently, he tightened his arms around her, not intending to let her go. He shivered slightly as the sweat from their bodies evaporated, but still he didn't move. With his eyes shut, he felt he could fall asleep like this. Until Max started to cry. Anton gave a soft groan. "No," he whispered when Bryn started to rise. "I'll go get him." She pulled the covers back over her as he got out of bed, watching him walk towards the door with a small smile. She wanted to tell him how wonderful it had been, but she couldn't think of anything to say in such a short amount of time. Certainly nothing expressive enough, descriptive enough. She let out a small squeal after he left the room, scooting closer to his pillow to breathe him in. [Oh, Anton...you're wonderful.] Anton walked into Max's room. "Hey there, Max. What's the matter?" He knew the moment he lifted his son out of the crib. "Oh, I see. You have a wet diaper. Well, we can fix that." He carried Max over to the changing table and got him a fresh diaper. After changing him, Anton picked the baby up and cuddled him against his chest. "I bet you're wide awake now." Max's wide eyes seemed to confirm that. "Well, let's go see Mommy and get you fed." As much as he'd like to lay naked next to Bryn, Max's needs came first. She gave him one her brightest smiles as he walked back in the room, pulling the blankets out of the way so he could get back in bed. She pushed her pillow upright, scooting up in the bed so she could sit up. Still sticking close to his side of the bed. As she took Max from him, settling the baby against her breast, she continued to watch Anton's every move...unable to take her eyes off of him. And Anton seemed unable to take his eyes off of her as well. He also sat up next to her so she could recline against his chest and gently pushed a lock of hair out of her eyes so he could see them better. "That was amazing, Bryn. *You* are amazing." He pressed his lips to her temple and then looked down to watch Max nurse. "Are you okay, my dear? I didn't hurt you, right?" She let out a moan similar to a purr, rubbing her head against his jaw. Her free hand slid down to squeeze his thigh, making him jump slightly. "You didn't hurt me, Anton. It was wonderful. My toes keep curling." Letting her head fall back, she cupped the side of face and kissed him. "Thank you, sugar. I don't think I've had such a good time waking up." "You're welcome, my dear." Anton kissed her and then stretched, settling an arm around her. He felt lazy and content, and wanted to spend the day just like this. In bed with his wife and son, peaceful and quiet. "Although now I don't want to go into work. I'm tempted to call in sick." He kissed her ear and then whispered into it. "You're a bad influence on me, Sabryn Rudenko." "Well, in that case, maybe I should just kick you out of bed and make you go to work." She grinned at him. "You could just go in for a few hours, then come home and ravish me again. It might be fun to have a little time to anticipate and imagine all of the possibilities." He grinned back. "Well, when you put it that way, I better go take a shower and get dressed." He kissed her once more and then climbed out of the bed. "Of course, that's assuming that Max cooperates." Walking over to the dresser, he pulled out a set of towels. "So did you have any plans, other than being ravished when I return home?" She shook her head. "Nothing planned...but I could always make an unscheduled trip to the mall. Maybe stop by the lingerie store?" "I'm sure I could stay at work long enough for you to accomplish that, my dear." He walked back over to her and kissed her. "Although I may have to stay seated behind my desk all day. You've made it so I can't be seen in polite company." She giggled, holding the back of his neck as she kissed him. "Well, in that case, make sure you don't stay at work too long. I'm getting ideas already." Five hours later, Anton was pulling back into the driveway. True to his word about working a short day, he had taken a shower, grabbed a bite to eat, kissed Max and Bryn goodbye, and was off to the warehouse within an hour. While there, he fought to keep his mind on the reports, the bills, and the appraisals as well as fielding questions about when Lindy would be returning. But all the time his mind strayed to what Bryn had said. "...but I could always make an unscheduled trip to the mall. Maybe stop by the lingerie store..." He hoped, a bit selfishly, she had. He waked into the hallway into the house. "I'm home, Bryn." She walked down the stairs to meet him in the foyer, her new pink satin robe sliding luxuriously against her thighs. She'd taken the time to carefully shave and moisturize her legs, to paint her toenails, curl her hair, and add slippery gloss to her full lips. Most importantly, she'd asked Nate and Lindy if they wouldn't mind watching Max for a few hours. Anticipating this since he'd left, she sucked in a sharp breath when she caught sight of him again. He looked sexier in those clothes than she'd ever seen him look before...and probably with a lot less effort than he'd taken. "Hi sugar." She smiled brightly for him. Keys fell from his suddenly nerveless hand. "Wow," he whispered. "My dear, you look...you look...wow." He started to walk towards her, mouth slightly open. "You look absolutely amazing, Bryn." He stopped when he was three stairs below her, looking up in adoration. "Absolutely amazing." "Thank you." She smiled even wider, glancing down at the red, flower-embroidered teddy she was wearing, and then back up at his face. "I've haven't stopped thinking of you for a second. I even debated stopping by the warehouse to fulfill that fantasy of yours, but I decided I should probably get a sitter for Max first. Besides, this," she gestured to her lingerie, "wouldn't do me any good if it was still sitting in the box." "True," he agreed, coming a few stairs closer. Now his head was even with hers. "It took all my self-discipline to stay at work." His eyes traveled over her curves, swallowing. "And it was very definitely worth the wait." Anton's arms went around Bryn's waist and he pulled her to him, kissing her deeply. She whimpered, her body melting against him as she clutched him tightly. Kissing him back wantonly, she started to remember. One lifetime meeting nine more. Kissing him on the bank of a river in Novgorod, holding his hand after feasting richly in Rome. Making love in a barn near Barcelona, chasing him, running 'til her sides hurt and giggling breathlessly in a Bavarian forest. Watching his swordplay and nearly fainting from excitement in Paris. Being sung to sleep, lying in his lap and listening to his heartbeat, before a crackling fire in London. Dancing like a girl yet feeling like royalty in Manhattan, and most importantly of all, wiggling her toes in the sand next to his at the beach in Santa Cruz. Every single memory so heart-shatteringly beautiful, and so wonderfully spent with him. Knowing a million more, maybe infinity, were still to come. When the kiss broke, he pulled back enough to look at her, and was surprised to see tears in her eyes. "Bryn?" he softly asked. "Is something wrong?" "No. Every thing's just right." Not understanding what she meant, he leaned forward and kissed her again, slowly probing her mouth with his tongue. Such familiar territory, and yet so exciting. His hand on her waist slid slightly lower, fingers curling over her ass. She slid her fingers into his hair, lightly scraping her fingernails over his scalp. He was so warm and solid against her, and she couldn't seem to squeeze him tight enough. Even if they did nothing else, she would've been perfectly content. Being with him, being held and kissed by him, was about the best way to spend time that she could think of. But making love with him was magical. Overwhelming. She wanted him desperately. With both hands on her ass, he lifted her, urging her legs to wrap around her waist. Holding her securely, he carried her up the stairs and to their bedroom. Once there, he walked over to the bed and sat down on it, kissing her all the time. His hands slipped over her back, dipping down to squeeze her ass. Bryn squirmed on his lap, scooting close to his erect cock. She let her robe slide off her shoulders and fall to the floor, letting him look his fill. The sheer bodice of her teddy did little to cover her, and the underwire cups only emphasized her large breasts. She was nearly spilling out of it. "I want you so much, Anton," she said, between sucking kisses. "And I love you so much...and I need you so much..." He groaned, hand sliding from her shoulder to cup her breast. "I love you, Bryn. So, so much..." Enjoying the feel of silk and of her breast, he rubbed his thumb in a circle around her nipple. "All I could think about at work was you. But the fantasy doesn't compare to the reality." He watched her nipple become more erect the longer he stroked her. She bit her lip, arching her back to thrust her breasts forward. Lifting her left hand, she began unbuttoning his shirt. It wasn't long before her nipple started to leak, and let out a low moan as he leaned over her to suck the peak into his mouth. Continuing to hand on to him, as well as tug his shirt off his shoulder, she traced her tongue around the outer shell of his ear. He moaned as he continued to suck on her nipple. Lifting his free left hand, he eased the fabric off of her breast so he could stroke her skin. After a moment, he shifted to suck on her other nipple. One arm firmly around her waist, he rolled onto his back and then to their side so they were now comfortably curled around each other. Both now bare chested, Anton's hands roamed over her chest and back. She couldn't seem to stop quivering. Reaching down to tug at his slacks, she managed to pull the button open. Dragging the zipper down, she purposefully rubbed her knuckles against his erection and grinned when he jumped. She reached her hand into his slacks, her fingers barely brushing the silk of his boxers, sliding down to tease his thighs as she scraped her fingernails over the sensitive flesh. Anton hissed, shivering as she repeated the motion. Groaning again, he rolled her onto her back. Eyes half hooded and trembling with excitement, he peeled the teddy off of her. Looking at her in all her nude glory was almost too much for him to bear. Reverently, he stroked his hands down her stomach and out over her hips and thighs, to come back upwards on the inside. "So beautiful." Wiggling beneath him, trying to line her hips up with his and not succeeding, she gave him a pout. "Please?" "Please what?" "Please make me scream!" He gave her a lazy grin. "Yes, ma'am." Kneeling between her legs, he started to slowly rub his hands over her thighs, gently stroking up and down, coming closer and closer but never really touching her sex. And when just before his fingers spread her open, he bent down to kiss and nip the inside of her thighs. She gasped, shivering at the slightly ticklish sensation. Tossing her head, she lifted her hips and pushed herself closer to him, anxious to feel his mouth on her, feeling her clit throb in anticipation. Threading her fingers through his hair, she pressed his head closer. "Mmmph...Anton..." Lightly resisting her efforts to guide him, Anton continued to lap at her thighs. Nudging her with his mouth and nose, he spread her legs wider apart. Shivering, he inhaled deeply, enjoying the scent of her arousal. He took her hands in hers, interweaving their fingers. Giving her an eager smile, he leaned in close and ran his tongue up and down the length of her sex. "Uhhh!" She arched up against him, her ass leaving the bed until he pushed her back down. Her eyelids fluttering, she tossed her head. Squeezing his hands, she then pulled on them, urging him closer, wanting his mouth firmly attached to her. "S-so good..." He pushed closer, continuing to lap at her. Anton let out a low groan, letting his lips vibrate against her clit before pressing his tongue deep inside of her. He curled his tongue slightly so he could search for that one spot that always drove her wild. His rubbed his erection against the mattress slightly. She settled back against the pillows, eyes wide, concentrating on his movements. Staring at the ceiling, watching little lights dance before her eyes, she panted softly, whimpering. It felt so good, so perfect, that her orgasm washed over her before she ever knew it was coming. She squealed, pressing her heels against his back. "Oh! Ohhh..." Anton continued to lap at her, lapping at her until her tremor subsided. When her body relaxed into the mattress, he withdrew and crawled back up her body. He kissed her deeply, and then pushed up on his elbows. He smiled tenderly when her eyes opened. "Hi." She smiled back, pulling him close so she could hug him tightly. Kissing his cheekbone, she lingered there. "You're so good to me. And I love you so much. Sometimes when I think of you my heart feels so full that it hurts." He gently brushed her hair back from her face. "I love you so much, Bryn. When I close my eyes, you are all I see." He nuzzled her cheek and pressed his lips below her ear. "I love you, my dear." He wiggled his hips a little further forward, so his cock brushed against her sex. Still cautious, he slowly pressed inside of her, relishing her heat and tightness. She reached down to grab his ass, pulling him even closer. Her eyes slipped closed, and she squeezed him lightly as he pushed even deeper inside her. Sliding her arms up, she cupped his shoulders from behind, anchoring herself to him, wrapping her legs over his. "Mmm, you feel so good. I missed this, sugar." "I missed this too, Bryn." He twisted his hips as he thrust, still trying to keep things gentle. "Been too long..." he groaned. Bryn couldn't help but giggle. "We did this this morning, sugar." Anton groaned again. "Still too long." He rubbed his palm against her breast, enjoying how firm she was. He nipped at her earlobe, his tongue slipping into her ear. She quivered, tightening her legs around him. The solid thrust of his cock inside her took her breath away. He filled her so full, stretched her tightly. And with each pass of his pelvis sliding over her clit, she jumped slightly with every thrust. "It feels so good, sugar. I wish we could do this all day. Mmmm. God, I love your cock." He bit his lower lip as she tightened even further around him. "God Bryn, you've got such a tight cunt." His thrusts came faster, enjoying the sucking feeling on his cock. Giving a long, drawn out moan, he arched against her, jetting his semen deep in side of her. She shuddered heavily, shaking into spasms around his cock. Squealing, she clenched down hard around him, locking him inside her, her hips jerking against his. Clutching him tightly in her arms, she buried her face against his neck. Panting as she came down from her high. She lifted her hips, giving little thrusts of her own, hoping to keep the waves of orgasm rolling. Panting, he held on to her, waiting for his breathing to catch up with his body. He enjoyed being able to relax, to sink against her body without having to worry if he was squishing Max. He placed feather light kisses against her jaw. "That was wonderful, Bryn," he said with a deep sigh of contentment. She smiled, going limp beneath him. Pressing a kiss to his temple, she gently rubbed his back. "It was pretty wonderful, wasn't it?" Not surprisingly, she already wanted to do it again. "Thank you for coming home early. And for making me feel so good. I'm still quivering." He took another deep breath. "If you greet me like that every time, I might be encouraged to skip out of work early more often." He kissed her lightly. "You always make me feel good, Bryn. I don't think I can move now." She slid the arch of her foot up and down his calf, lightly teasing the hair there. "I don't want you to move. I like you right where you are." Burying her face against his neck, she closed her eyes. They were both silent for a few minutes, before she finally said, "I'm sorry about last night. I didn't mean to pressure you into talking to a counselor. I just get worried...because you won't even talk to me about it." It's okay, Bryn." He nuzzled her reassuringly. "It's something I should face up to, as much as I'd rather avoid it. I'm not used to volunteering information about...what happened." He stroked her hair gently. "I'm not sure exactly what you want to know." "I'm not trying to get information out of you. I just want you to share your feelings with me. Not to keep it all buried. I know I sound like a total hypocrite saying that, because I haven't told you much about my abduction...but I think we could both stand to open up a little more." "That's fair enough, Bryn. But I can't say I want to talk about those emotions right now." He gently kissed her cheek. He snuggled on top of her, listening to her heartbeat. "I just want to think about how beautiful you are, and how much I've missed being able to lay on top of you like this." She closed her eyes, pushing away a deep sadness as she held him. Despite her earlier wish that he'd make love to her again, all she wanted now was to sleep. Unfortunately, her brain didn't cooperate. Staring up at the ceiling, she let out a quiet sigh. She had a feeling it was going to be a long night. He knew that he had disappointed her the moment the words had left his mouth. [You can't blame her. She just asked you to open up, and you pushed her away,] the voice in his head. [She wants to talk about...that...just after we have sex? It's not a good time.] [And when will be a good time? You'll always make an excuse to avoid talking about it. And you'll both be miserable. She's right. It's time to start healing.] He gave a deep sigh. "I feel like I still have to keep it a secret," he said quietly. "Sorry?" Bryn said, not quite following. "I feel like I still have to keep it a secret, because Ivan asked me to. Even though he's been gone for 900 years. I'm not exactly sure why." She threaded her fingers through his hair. "You don't have to keep anything a secret from me," she said, softly. Rubbing her cheek against the pillow, she closed her eyes again. "You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to, either. I'm a big girl, I can handle it if you say no." "No, you asked, and I should tell you. You're right. I should be more open with you." he rolled onto his side so he could more easily look into her face. "What do you say we go get something to eat, go get Max, and spend the rest of the evening talking out some of this?" She blinked at him a few times, then nodded her head. "Okay. Can we get Max first? I miss him." "Of course. I miss him too." He kissed her forehead softly. "Let's get dressed and go get him." Nathaniel sat quietly on the couch next to his wife, his arm stretched across the back but not touching her. He wasn't certain whether or not she wanted his touch right now. Watching her fidget, her hands in her lap, he fought the urge to glare at Mulder. The incompetent prick was upsetting her. [Just doing your job, my ass. She's supposed to get better because of you, not feel worse.] Lindy wiped her eyes for what felt to be the thousandth time that night. Mulder had asked for her and her husband to come, and she had hesitated at saying yes. She knew Nathaniel wasn't pleased that Mulder was there. But surprisingly, he said he would go with her. At first she was relieved, until she remembered what happened the last time he came to a counseling session with her. Unconsciously she touched the scar on her neck, and then realized she had missed Mulder's question. "I'm sorry?" "You said that you were waiting for him to kill you, and you did nothing to stop him. Now you feel guilty about that." Mulder paused and waited for her to nod. "Why do you feel that?" Lindy shrugged, leaning forward so her elbows were resting on her knees, her tissue in her hands resting in front of her. "I should have fought him. I should have resisted. I didn't. I..." "You what, Lindy?" "I acted like I used to when I was little. Before I met Jess." "She did what she had to do to survive," Nate said, defensively. "There was absolutely nothing wrong with it, because she's here now and that's all that matters." Mulder clasped his hands, keeping his attention on Lindy. "Nathaniel, I appreciate your opinion, but I'm going to have to ask you to refrain from commenting right now. You're here to act as Lindy's support. I'll let you know when I need you to do more." Not at all pleased with being chastised, Nate let out a loud sigh and crossed his arms over his chest. Ignoring Nathaniel for the moment, Mulder maintained his focus on Lindy. "And you think you did something wrong?" "Yes. No. I don't..." Lindy shook her head. "I acted like a frightened five year old. But I'm not a kid. I'm an adult with a husband, a child, and a job. I should have been able to handle it. I should have been able to avoid the situation." "How would you have avoided it, Lindy?" "I could have not stopped there, but gone up the road until I was near other people. I could have stayed and fought him instead of running into the woods, into his territory. I could have--" She stopped abruptly, biting her lip and rocking slightly. "Could have what, Lindy?" Her voice was quiet. "I could have stayed home like Nate had asked me to earlier that night." "That wasn't your fault," Nate said, daring Mulder to say a word. "And what do you think would've happened if you stayed home?" Mulder asked. "Would Marrok give up? Realize he'd been outsmarted?" [What kind of a dumb ass question is that?] Nate thought, scowling. [She's not stupid, you schmuck.] Mulder cast a somewhat nervous glance in Nate's direction before looking back at Lindy. "No," Lindy said, rocking slightly. "The why are you blaming yourself for something you have no control over?" Mulder looked at her sympathetically. "As your husband pointed out, you did what you needed to survive." "But Mom would have..." "You're not Jess, Lindy. And what she would have done would have been right for her." He watched her for a moment, before continuing. "Let's assume that whether you fought him or not, he catches you anyway. Does he take you back to his car?" "I guess," she murmured. "I was knocked out." "What's the first thing you remember after the chase through the forest? Is it a smell or a sound? Or do you immediately open your eyes to new surroundings?" She thought about it for a moment. "It was cold. I was laying on a concrete floor and it was cold. I almost thought someone had stolen our carpet. And my head hurt." She paused and Mulder nodded for her to continue. "I was in a shed or a cellar. There was a chain around my ankle." She started to rock back and forth. "The he came." "Marrok," Mulder clarified. "Yeah." Lindy shivered. "We talked for a few minutes." "That was it, just talking?" "I--I t-think so." "You don't remember?" She shook her head, almost convulsively. Nate watched her shudder, lifting his hand to squeeze her shoulder. She flinched away from his touch, and he settled his hand back in his lap. Swallowing heavily, he turned his gaze in Mulder's direction. [Get to the point, bastard. She's shaking like a leaf.] "Do you remember what you talked about?" She nodded. "He called me a monster. But I'm not a monster. All I did was try to love Liam and I was punished...." She broke down sobbing then. Not waiting for Nate to react, Mulder answered her. "No, you're not a monster. You did nothing wrong. I want you to do something, Lindy. Remember how you used to draw pictures for me. I want you to do that again. As many as you want, and of whatever you want." "Okay," Lindy said. "I think we've done enough for tonight," Mulder said. "What time do you want to meet tomorrow night?" [How about when hell freezes over?] Turning towards Lindy, Nate settled his hand on her knee. Keeping it there even when she jumped. "How about the same time?" Mulder asked, uncertain of whether or not she would reply. Lindy nodded. "All right then. I'll see myself out." Not at all concerned about him, Nate kept his gaze on Lindy. "Are you all right?" Lindy nodded. She shivered, cold even in the warm room. "It just got a bit intense there for a few minutes." she said weakly. She watched as Mulder said good night and went out the front door. "I'm not sure that this was such a good idea now." She leaned against him. He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her against his chest. As she leaned her head against his shoulder, he tucked his chin over the back of her neck. "Why do you say that? It's just the first day, Lind." Lindy nodded. "I just feel tired, Nate. I don't want to think about it, I don't want to remember. And I don't think it's going to get better any time soon" She gave him a half smile. "I was kinda hoping he'd pat my head, tell me every thing's fine, and then I could go on my way. I forgot how much work this can be." "So maybe we should just go about our day as normal, and leave all of the therapy talk for these few hours. Then you don't have to worry about it until you're supposed to be working on it." He wanted to tell her that maybe she'd have an easier time with a different counselor. But he didn't want to start that fight all over again. Now matter how much he thought it was true. "What do you say to grabbing Liam, popping some popcorn, curling up on the couch, under a blanket, and watching a movie?" "Okay. I'll go get him." Lindy brushed a kiss against her husband's cheek and went upstairs to Liam's room. The boy was napping in his crib but immediately woke when he heard her enter. "Hey there, Liam," she said, smiling as he raised his arms, demanding to be held. Checking his diaper, she realized that he needed to be changed. "Let's get you out of that." She carried him over to the changing table, and undid his diaper. "Phew...that stinks!" Liam grinned either in agreement, or out of pride at the smell he created. She wasn't sure which. "You're so lucky, Liam. You don't have to worry about any of this. Or deal with the aftermath," she said, pulling the old diaper away. Grabbing the baby wipes, she cleaned him up. "I mean, I know I need to talk to someone about what happened, but your Daddy doesn't like who I chose to talk to." Knowing Liam wouldn't understand, she spoke aloud anyway, taking comfort in the fact that it was spoken. "But then, I wasn't comfortable with his choice ether. Zenobia's nice, but I don't trust her like I trust Mulder," she said as she applied the baby powder to Liam's bottom. "And I'm afraid that while I'm trying to get better, things are going to get worse between me and Daddy, because he doesn't trust Mulder. Not that I blame him, but he should at least try to trust me. And thatÕs what hurts." She put on the fresh diaper. "There. All done." She picked Liam up and his arms immediately went around her neck tight. "That's right. I love you too, Liam. C'mon. Let's find Daddy and you can show us some more of those steps you've been taking." She left the room and started downstairs. With the popcorn popping and a bottle ready for Liam, Nate leaned against the counter in the kitchen and stared absently at the baby monitor. He already knew Lindy was upset with him, and it wasn't particularly surprising that she thought they'd grow further apart. They already were. But he didn't understand why she thought he didn't trust her. He'd been the one defending her in there. True, he didn't like or trust Mulder but that wasn't her fault. Hearing her walking closer, he headed over to the microwave to check on the popcorn. Unsure if he should let her know he'd heard her or not. She walked downstairs and into the living room. Once she was down the stairs, she put Liam down. Seeing Nate wasn't there, she took hold of Liam's hands and walked him into the kitchen. "Look who's here." When Liam leaned towards Nate a bit, she released his hands and watched with a wide grin as the boy tottered a bit unsteadily towards Nate. Looking up to say something to Nate, her gaze rested on the baby monitor. She blushed slightly. "You heard me talking?" He reached down for Liam, swinging the boy up in the air before holding him to his chest and kissing his soft cheek. "Yes, I did," Nate said, quietly. "And I do trust you, Lindy. You're about the only one I do trust in this situation." "Then why..." She cut herself off and shook her head. "Why what, Lind?" "Why do you keep watching over me like a hawk? I know you don't trust Mulder, but I feel like you don't trust me to be around him. I could feel you ready to challenge everything he asked me or said." The microwave's bell sounded and he opened the door, taking the hot bag out and shaking it. "For one thing, he asked me to be there. If you or he didn't want me watching over you and being protective, someone should've said so." He grabbed a large bowl out of the cabinet and poured the popcorn in it. "I trust you to be around him. But I get annoyed when he talks to you like you're stupid." "Talks to me like I'm stupid?" Lindy shook her head. "Nate, he's not talking to me like I'm stupid." She sighed. "I don't know how your counselor talked to you, but he's trying to address the frightened child in me. The one who keeps trying to blame herself for everything bad that happens. The idea is if I can say and believe it, maybe the child will to." She looked over to him uncertainly. He let out a sigh, lifting Liam up higher on his shoulder as he walked toward the living room. "I don't know why you're turning me into the villain in this, Lindy. I didn't do this to you. It wasn't my damned fault. If you want to keep seeing Mulder, fine. If you want me to stay out of it, fine. You don't need my approval, so stop acting like you do. Let him heal you. I'll just sit here and mind my own business." "I'm not trying to make you the villain, Nate." She followed him out to the living room, where he flopped down on the couch. He's not going to be the one who heals me. That has to come from within me." She visibly deflated. "Maybe you're right and I shouldn't see him. Because I can't do this without you there to support me." [That's exactly what I mean by turning me into the villain!] He set the bowl of popcorn down on the coffee table, no longer hungry. Clasping his hands and leaning his arms on his thighs, he said, "I don't know what you want from me, Lindy. I go there and try to support you, and you get all defensive on me. So I say maybe I should stay out of it, but that's not good enough either. If you wanted me to go and just sit there, staring off into space and saying nothing, you should've said so. Other than that, I guess you're going to have to give me directions because I can't read your mind." "That's just it, Nate. I don't know what to do." She wrapped her arms tight around her. "I'm just so tired, Nate. And I feel that everything we've built together is falling apart and I can't stop it." He shook his head, before rubbing his hands over his face and threading his fingers through his hair. "You're making a big deal out of nothing, Lindy. There's nothing wrong with us. We're having an argument, for Christ's sake. That doesn't mean we're falling apart." He noticed that Liam was whimpering, and shoved the bottle in his direction. "I've been trying to help you the best that I can, but that's not good enough for you. Maybe you should go ask your St. Mulder what to do. He's obviously a lot more help to you than I can ever be. Hell, I'm just your husband. I'm just the fucking asshole who caused this problem in the first place." "What do you want from me, Nate? I'm trying to be open, I'm trying to hold things together, and when I tell you what I want, what I need, I have to fight tooth and nail to get it." She scrubbed at the corner of her eyes, furious that she was crying. "It's not your fault, Nate. I was the one who left. I'm the one who's messed up." He suddenly stood up, tossing the remote control onto the couch where he'd been sitting. "'It's not your fault, Nate,'" he mimicked. "No, it's not my fault that you have to fight for what you want 'tooth and nail'. It's not my fault you're crying. It's not my fault you can trust some other guy more than me. It's not my Goddamned fault that he can do and say whatever the hell he wants to you, and I have to shut the fuck up and behave! You know what, Lindy? It's all my damned fault, just like you've been trying to tell me all along. It's my fault he took you, my fault I didn't find you in time, my fault you can't sleep at night, and it's my fucking fault that you can't get the help you need. Is that better? Is that what you want from me? Fine! It's all Nathaniel Damian Adrik's fucking fault!" Not bothering to wait for her reply, he stormed right past her, down the hallway, and out the front door with a wall-shaking slam behind him. The silence that followed was broken by Liam's upset wail, growing louder by the second. She hurried over to Liam and picked him up, trying to shush him. She had expected to hear the roar of the Viper starting up, but was unnerved not to hear the car's engine. Now becoming worried, she walked out onto the front porch looking for him. She stepped outside in time to see Nate, mounted on Lily, charge out into the darkness. "Nathaniel!" she called out with a sickening sense of deja vu. But if he heard her, he didn't respond. Sitting cross-legged on the couch, Max in her lap kicking his feet, Bryn bent over and blew raspberries on his little tummy until he smiled. He flashed her his tiny teeth, letting out a coo. She was waiting for Anton to return from the kitchen when she was startled by the phone ringing. Leaning over to the side table, she picked up the cordless. "Hello?" She almost hung up when she heard a shuddering breath. "Hello?" "He left." Lindy's voice was quiet, broken. "Lindy, what's going on? Who left?" "Nate left," she said in the same voice. "He got on Lily and left." "What? Why would he do that?" "He was upset." "Because of the therapy? Did something happen?" She glanced up at Anton, who had walked over to stand next to her, listening, concerned. "What's happening?" Anton mouthed to her. Bryn shrugged her shoulders, then held up a finger signaling for him to wait a minute. "We fought, and he left." She could almost hear Lindy shake her head. "We argued about Mulder counseling me, and he left. I don't know if he's going to be coming back." She took a shuddering breath. "He rode out of here on Lily about five minutes ago." "All--all right, hold on a minute. Is it okay if Anton talks to you?" "Yes, please." Bryn swallowed heavily, handing the phone over to Anton. "They had a fight and Nate took off on Lindy's horse. She said she doesn't know if he's coming back." "What?" He took the phone from her. "Lindy what's wrong?" "He left. Nate and I argued and he left. He got on Lily and rode off." "Nathaniel did?" He had a sickening sensation in his stomach. It sounded almost exactly like the events that led up to Anton Transforming him. Covering the mouthpiece, Anton turned to Bryn. "Could you get my cellphone and tell her parents to get over to her, please?" Anton turned back to the phone. "Lindy, how long ago did he leave?" "Maybe five minutes ago." He looked over at Bryn, who was on the phone. This reminded him all too much of the last time he had seen his brother ride off recklessly into the darkness. And he wasn't certain if he should ride after him. As soon as Jess had been informed that her daughter needed her, Bryn hung up the phone and turned back to see Anton's distraught face. Hugging Max a little tighter, she nodded her head towards the door. "Go ahead and go. We both know you want to." Anton shook his head. "I don't know that I'd do any good if I did. I've seen him like this before, and he won't listen to reason." He put down the phone. "They're going to have to work though this themselves. I can't solve it for her, or for him. It's out of my hands." She walked over and sat on the couch once more, still looking at him. "Maybe he wants someone to follow him. I usually do when I'm upset." Watching as he sat down next to her, she then leaned against him. "I know you're going to be worrying about him all night. And even though I want you to stay here, I only want you here if you're a hundred percent with me." Anton nodded. He put his arm around Bryn, tucking her in closer. "I have to admit, Bryn. Part of me wants to go after Nathaniel and make him come back. Even though he'd resent me for it. But that is also the part that is always trying to control things that shouldn't. The part of me that's felt I must control everything ever since I was molested." It had been a big step for him just to say that much. She settled her head on his shoulder, kissing the side of his neck. "I understand the sentiment behind that, Anton. But it's not controlling if you're trying to help someone. If you think you're going to impose your will upon him, that's one thing. But listening to him and trying to understand what he's upset about is something else entirely." She rubbed her hand over his thigh, handing over Max when the baby began leaning in his direction. "You're right that this is their problem to solve, though. I think I'd get really annoyed if Nate was over here trying to fix things whenever we have an argument." Anton looked down at his son. "Which is why I think I should stay away this time. This has to do with Lindy's abduction. It's something they should work out." He snuggled Max close to his chest. "I wouldn't exactly be appreciative if Nate were trying to help you solve problems between us caused by your abduction." She was quiet for a moment. "Lindy doesn't seem to mind when you try to help her. She even called you, looking for help." Anton sighed. He heard the quiet undertone of jealousy in her voice. "Sometimes I think Lindy is too dependent on me. And I had a bad habit of letting her be. But she shouldn't be coning to me for help this time. She should be turning to her family, or more importantly, her husband." She closed her eyes, remaining quiet. She knew he was probably frustrated with her, but she didn't care. The whole situation frustrated her. Yet the most prevalent thought in her head had nothing to do with Lindy or Nate, or anyone else. It had to do with her wondering why Anton had come home early from work. Had it only been to have sex? As much as she'd wanted him, she could've waited until he normally left work for that. Anton edged closer to Bryn and put an arm around her. Something was upsetting her, and he wasn't sure if it had to do with Lindy and Nathaniel, or something more. Or if it had to do with her desire to talk about his molestation. And he wasn't exactly sure how to broach the subject. "I was thinking that maybe I'd start going into the warehouse soon. Chandra could help me learn what to do, and then you wouldn't be so busy all the time. I could take Max with me, or I could just have some bottles ready and leave him here with you until I got back." "If you're ready to do so, Bryn." He didn't think she had wanted to work at the warehouse after all. She was covering for something. "Bryn, what's wrong? Something isn't right, and I'd rather confront it head on instead of dancing around it all night." She sat up straight, rubbing the back of her neck. "I just...I know I made a big deal about it earlier, but I don't feel like talking about the past tonight, after all. If you want to talk about yours, I'll listen, but I'm not sure I'm up to sharing my own. I don't feel...very good." Anton adjusted Max higher on his shoulder. "Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?" "Why did you come home tonight? Was it just to..." [Just to what?] Anton thought before remembering what they had done when he got in the door. "Just to have sex with you? Bryn..." he said softly when she nodded. "Bryn, if you had asked me to come home early just to sit by you like we are now, I would have." He hugged her tighter. "I'm sorry if I seemed like I was just using you. I never meant that. Not at all, Bryn." "Then why *don't* you ever just come home to be with me? The only time you ever seem to take off of work is when we're staying in bed, or when there's some sort of emergency. Is your business really that important to you that you'd rather be there--or am that dull? I'd understand it if you're bored here, because it's always the same thing--but I'm sure I could think of something to do. And if it's because you're too busy, then maybe you do need some help there." "I'm sorry, Bryn, I hadn't even thought about it that way." He bit the inside of his lip, not sure how to phrase his answer. "It's easy to get caught up in things there and forget the important things. And you know how much I like to run everything. It's hard to let go sometimes." He turned his head to look at her. "Tell you what? I'll come home more often, and not for sex. Just to be with you." She gave him a small nod, unsure of whether she'd won that battle or not. "I didn't mean to guilt-trip you into doing anything. I just wanted to know why." Fidgeting with her thumb nail, she chewed on her lower lip for a moment. "I get lonely here, especially now with everyone so worried about Lindy. They're all very busy. And I wish that I could either have you here with me, or visit you at the warehouse...because sometimes I feel like you're the only one who cares about what I'm feeling." "I'm sorry. I didn't realize you were so lonely here." He kissed her temple, brushing his cheek against her hair. "Feel free to visit me at the warehouse whenever you want, my dear. I'm *never* too busy to see you." He squeezed her tighter. "Forgive me, Bryn?" "Yes," she said, nodding. She leaned into his embrace, hugging him just as tightly. Starting to feel a little bit better, she snuggled close to him. Enjoying his body heat. Pressing her cheek to his shoulder so she could look down and watch Max. "I'm sorry I accused you of just coming home for sex. I don't know why I say things like that. It's not even like you. Will you forgive me?" "I forgive you, Bryn." He brushed his lips by her ear, kissing it lightly. He looked at Max, who was looking up at them with puzzled eyes. He smiled down at him. "I only wish that Nathaniel and Lindy's problems were resolved so easily." Growing even more comfortable by his side, Bryn lightly tickled Max's feet until he kicked against her hands. She let out a soft laugh before sobering again. "What do you think the problem is? Did she say?" "She only said that Nathaniel rode off, leaving her." Anton shook his head. "Nathaniel has made it clear that he doesn't care for Mulder counseling her. I'll bet that has something to do with it." He lightly stroked her arm. "I can understand somewhat about why he's uneasy. I don't trust the man myself. But if you had asked for his help, I'd do my utmost to put my suspicions aside." "I would think Nate would, too. He wants Lindy to get better. He probably wants that more than any of us." She reached for the blanket off the back of the couch, waiting for Anton to lift Max so she could drape it over both their laps. Once she'd tucked them in somewhat, she settled against him again. "Maybe that's not the real problem?" "Then what would the problem be?" Anton thought for a moment. "Could he still be feeling guilty about her abduction? Or jealous that she's opening up to Mulder and not to him?" "I think you might've hit the nail on the head, Ms. Cleo." She grinned at him. Anton made a face. "I didn't think my accent was that bad." He gently rocked a sleepy Max in his arms. "I just hope Lindy figures it out, or Nathaniel tells her before things get too much worse." Anton looked down at his son's closed eyes. "I think he's gone to sleep," he said quietly. She nodded, stretching. "We should take him upstairs," she said, although in no hurry to move. She was warm and comfortable, but eventually convinced herself it would be just as nice lying on their bed. Pushing herself off the couch, she reached for his hand to help him stand. "Think we should move this upstairs ourselves?" "That would probably be the best, my dear." He waited until Bryn stood up and then stood as well, carrying Max. Swaying slightly as he walked, both Anton and Bryn went upstairs to Max's room. Anton laid him in the cradle as Bryn turned on the baby monitor. Anton paused to stroke Max's head once before turning to Bryn and offered her his hand. She smiled at him, placing her hand in his and lacing their fingers together. Shutting the lights off as she passed, she followed him across the hall and into their own bedroom. Petunia was already lying on her bed, staring up at them with mournful eyes. "Poor Petunia. I think she thinks we've forgotten about her." "Poor baby," Anton commiserated. "We'll have to take her out on an extra special walk soon. He sat down on the bed and pulled her closer to his body. "I'd say we have about an hour before Max wakes up asking to be fed. Is there any way you'd like to pass the time, my dear?" She placed her hands on his shoulders, tilting her head to one side. "Well, I can think of something, but I'm not sure how I'll manage not to sound like a hypocritical jerk if I ask." At his raised eyebrow, she softly murmured, "Will you make love to me?" He smiled at her tenderly and pulled her forward more until she was resting on his thigh. "Yes, my dear." One and cupping her cheek, he tilted hi head to he one side and began kissing her deeply, drinking her in like he was a man dying of thirst and she were water. She let out a soft whimper against his mouth, wrapping her arms around his neck and holding him tightly. She couldn't help but smile as he kissed her, so happy to be the center of his attention, so grateful to be the one he loved. Scooting closer still, she sucked lightly on his tongue, smoothing her hand over his shirt, moaning as his hand slid down to cup her ass. Anton, keeping a tight grip on her, sank down on his back and then rolled onto his side, keeping her snuggled close. He continued to kiss her as he urged her leg over his hip. One had continued to cup her ass, gently squeezing, and the other cupped her breast, also gently squeezing. She shuddered, excited by the soft sucking sounds of their kisses. Sliding her hand down his stomach, she pulled up the hem of his t-shirt, lightly teasing his flesh with her knuckles, softly giggling when he flinched away from the ticklish touch. Eager to touch and tease more of him, she dragged the shirt up and helped him pull it over his head. Her eyes dilated at the sight of his naked chest, and she leaned forward to press a kiss over his heart. He shivered as her lips traced over her sternum. His hand slid up her back to threat into her hair, so he could softly guide her to his nipple. He rubbed his leg between hers, enjoying the rasp of his jeans against her khaki slacks. He started to unbutton the sweater she was wearing, letting his fingers brush against her soft skin. Circling her tongue around his nipple, she squirmed. His touch sent goose bumps across her flesh, and she leaned further into his touch, arching her back, pressing her breast against his hand. He was so warm and fragrant, her favorite scent in the world. She found herself wearing his shirts more often, reclining on his pillow when he was away, sniffing his bottle of aftershave. Yet none of those compared to the real thing. She could've breathed him in all day. He let out a soft moan, rubbing his thumb back and forth over her nipple. He pulled away her sweater, tracing his fingers over the catch of her bra before unclasping it. Reluctantly, he pulled away from her so he could remove her bra. His breath quickened at the sight of her nipples. He always had that reaction and he always would, no matter how long they spent together or apart. Slowly, reverently, he began kissing his way down her neck and chest, halting only when he reached a peaked nipple. Sabryn threaded her fingers through his hair, letting out a shuddering sigh as he teased her with his lips. She slid her hands down his back, squeezing his ass through his jeans, smiling as his hips jerked against her thigh. As he pulled her nipple into his mouth, she held him closely and pressed her lips to the top of his head. He gently pulled on her nipple, his tongue lapping at the fluid she was leaking. Rolling Bryn onto her back, he began sucking more firmly, teasing her other breast with his hand. His hips stared a lazy rhythm, rubbing them together in a sensual motion. His free hand slipped down to unbutton her khakis. Whimpering, she spread her legs beneath him to settle his pelvis against hers. She reached down to unbutton his jeans as well, merely loosening them to slide her hand inside his boxers. Instead of heading straight for his groin, she slid her hands over his ass, lightly scraping with her fingernails, flirting with the intention to caress his perineum. He shifted restlessly under her hand, moaning when her fingers dipped into the cleft of his ass. Anton shifted to suckle on her other breast, hands still moving and stroking and exploring. They both came to rest on the hem of her slacks, and he started to work them downwards. With a slight groan, he reluctantly pulled away from her breast to peel off her pants and his. She lifted up to help him, then let her thighs fall open to intentionally reveal the wet spot on the crotch of her panties. She smiled as his breath caught, her hips moving restlessly as he stared down at her. He slid his hand up her inner thigh and she nearly flew off the bed when he skimmed the pad of his thumb over her moisture. Squealing, she spread her legs wider, scooting towards him, hoping to make his touch even firmer. With a slightly devilish grin, he touched her again just as lightly. He watched in fascination as she continued to squirm. Then he rubbed her again through her panties, wanting to watch her move restlessly. Unconsciously, his tongue stroked along his upper lip as she continued to writhe. "Mmm!" Lifting her hips rhythmically, she spread her legs further still. "Ohh God, Anton..." She couldn't keep still to save her life. Feeling herself get wetter still, she tilted her head back and closed her eyes. Her chest rising and falling rapidly. Aching for more. "So good, sugar." He continued to rub her in firm, tight circles. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. Her skin glowed with a light sheen of perspiration, her nipples looked erect to the point of painfulness her head was moving restlessly on the pillow, searching for him. "Cum for me, Bryn," he said, keeping his voice low and sensual. "Show me how good it feels." She let out a long moan, shivering at the image he'd put in her head. Sliding her hand down, she grasped his thigh tightly, trying to pull him closer, needing him inside her. But he wouldn't relent. And she finally had enough. Hips shuddering heavily, she let out a surprised cry, her eyes flying open, jolting with orgasm. She could feel her sex opening and closing against his fingers, seeking his cock, spilling more of her juices against her already soaked panties. He smiled at her, more than pleased and excited by her orgasm. Still slightly teasing, he stripped her panties, and then his boxers off. Placing his hands on either side of her, he lowered himself to the bed and crawled up her body, trailing his tongue over her skin while positioning himself deep between her legs. "Is there something you want?" he whispered as he nipped lightly at her chin. She gave him a soft smile, well aware of his leisurely appraisal of her body. The dizzying rush of superheated blood and adrenaline through her veins made her bolder. Sliding her hands down, she cupped her breast with one and teasingly explored her sex with the other. Occasionally brushing the back of her hand against his hard cock. Holding his gaze, she lifted her hand back up to her face and delicately licked away the moisture from her fingertips. "Actually, I think I'm done," she said, with a wicked grin. "I don't think you are," he said with a wicked grin of his own. He caught her fingers in his hand and kissed each tip lightly. "In fact," he said as he nipped at her neck. "I don't think we've even begun." His hand cupped her other breast as he squirmed a little farther forward so his cock now nudged her sex. She sucked in a quick breath, her hips involuntarily bucking against him. Swallowing heavily, she laced her fingers together with his. Lifting her thick, black lashes, she stared at him, her baby blue eyes filled with invitation. "What did you have in mind?" He looked down at her, licking his lips. "I'm going to make love to you slowly and thoroughly. I'm going to caress each and every one of your erogenous zones at least twice as I move in and out of you. I'm going to make you see stars, my dear. And when we're done, if Max is still asleep, we'll do it again. She licked her own lips, smiling. "That sounds perfect, my love." Wrapping her arms around his neck, she leaned her head forward and kissed him soundly. Subtly, she lifted her hips, up and down repeatedly, dragging the head of his cock across her excited clit. Her toes curled from the delicious arcs of electricity her movements created. He groaned, feeling a surge every time she hit the peak of her arch. Softly kissing her jaw and ear, Anton took her hips in his hands and guided his cock into her wet, welcoming sex. Pressing down against her, he savored her tightness surrounding him. He took a deep breath, exhaling fully in contentment. "So perfect, my dear. Unbelievably perfect." She squeezed her muscles around him, grinning as he let out a low moan. Clasping her legs around his waist, she pulled him tighter against her with her calves, heels resting just below his ass, keeping him immobile for the moment. Her fingers slid into his tawny hair, pulling him closer for another kiss. As much as she wanted him to move, he felt so good inside her that she couldn't help but relish it. He moaned, content to suck on her tongue until her legs relaxed. And then he still held still for a moment before slipping his hand down to cup her breast, stroking his thumb around the underside of her areola. Then slowly he began flexing his hips in slow but short strokes. His breathing quickened, but he kept his movements languid. Letting her head sink back into the pillow, she watched his face, excited by the flutter of his eyelashes, enjoying the flame-like hunger in his eyes. She continued to squeeze him with every withdrawal, sucking at him as if hoping to keep him from escaping. He bit his lip and moved a little faster. Gently rubbing her nipple, continued to thrust, leaning his weight on one arms so he could watch her. "Do you know how incredible you are? How beautiful? How sexy?" His breathing deepened. "I could do this forever." "Mmmm...it's a good thing you can," she said, grinning, "'cause you'll have to. You're stuck with me now." Throwing one leg to the side, she looked down to watch him moving in and out of her, her breath catching, then speeding up even more. Sliding her hand down, she circled the base of his cock with her fingers. Moving them in counter-rhythm. Smiling as he groaned at the sensation. "How sexy, sugar? How much do I turn you on?" He hissed at the feeling of her fingers. "You're the only thing I see when I close my eyes. I can get an erection just by smelling your perfume." His hand slowly slid from her breast down her stomach "And I sometimes it's all I can do but drag you to our bedroom and fuck you silly. Like this." His finger rubbed her clit and he started to thrust firmly and quickly. Sabryn squeaked, grasping her pillow tightly as he slammed himself into her. Soft grunts escaped her open mouth and she tightened down around him, making them both jump in excitement. It felt so good she didn't want him to stop--but it was too soon, would be over to quickly. "W-Wait...Anton...mmm, slllow down...want you, please, mmmph...behind me, more?" "Yesssss..." he hissed. Reluctantly, he pulled out of her, groaning as he popped free. He helped her turn over holding her hips and guiding her into position. As soon as she was stable and on all fours, he reared up behind her, pushing back in. "Ohhhhh..." She pushed her ass up in the air like a kitten waiting to be petted, whimpering as he filled her again. She felt so tightly wrapped around him, so stretched and clinging. Lowering down and pressing her face against the pillow, she wrapped her ankles over his calves and held on as he slowly built up to his previous speed. "Oh God, Anton...so good!" He pushed harder against her, getting in her as deep as he could. "Yes, Bryn! Yesss!" He trust quickly ad forcefully into her, reaching between her legs to rub her clit. He jumped when she squealed and tightened around him. "Do that again and this will be over," he panted. Resting her weight on her forearm, she reached down to push her hand over his. She began backing into his thrusts, shoving her ass against him, breath leaving her in little gusts every time they slammed together. Guiding his fingers in fast circles, she could feel her climax getting closer and bit her lip in anticipation. His breath was coming in harsh gasps. He let out a hoarse shout as he felt his balls draw up tight against his body. Speeding up his fingers, he felt his orgasm start, his semen shooting deep into her body as her contractions began. She shrieked, her feet lifting off the bed as her climax hit, ripples of heat and pleasure spreading through her from her groin. Continuing to rock slowly back and forth, she threaded her fingers in between his, keeping their joined grip pressed between her legs. Letting out a low moan, she slowly sank back to the bed and felt him lower down on top of her. "Mmm, sugar..." "Ahhhh..." He gently nuzzled her ear. "That was wonderful, my dear." He kissed the junction of her shoulder and neck. He crawled down a bit lower on her body so he could press his ear to her back and listen to her heartbeat. He slipped his arm around her body and tightened, hugging her close. She smiled softly, even though he couldn't see her. Wrapping her hand around his wrist and rubbing her cheek against the pillow, she let out a small sigh. "Very wonderful. In fact, I've taken it upon myself to notice that Max is still asleep." She glanced at him over her shoulder. "You won't need to rest too long, will you?" He grinned at her. "I don't think so, my dear." He rolled onto his back, taking her with him. Anton idly stroked her stomach, enjoying the play of her muscles under her silky soft skin. "How long do you think we have before Max wakes up?"" Shrugging her shoulders, she leaned her head back. "He ate before we put him to bed. We only have a dirty diaper to worry about...but you know how much he hates those." She settled her hands on his arms, sweeping her thumbs back and forth over his skin. "I love you, Anton. You and the little boy you gave me. And hopefully a little girl sometime in the future." "Hopefully," he repeated. He kissed her ear, hugging her tight. "And if we don't have that little girl, Bryn, it's ok. I mean, I'd love a daughter, but if we have another son, or if we have to Transform you early for some reason, I can deal with it." He twisted around to look at her. "I guess I'm trying to say I don't want you to feel pressured." Pushing herself up, she maneuvered onto her stomach so she could look at him face to face. "Thank you, sugar. The same goes for me. I would've loved you forever, even if Max never existed." She pressed her lips to his chest, giving him a soft smile. "Although, if we do have a girl, you realize that you'd be outnumbered in this house, don't you?" Anton frowned. "What do you mean, my dear? I'd say the odds would be even...oh, Petunia." He grinned. "I'll just have to find a way to survive then, my dear." He gently threaded a hand through her hair. "I am so grateful that you gave me a son, Bryn. I know we've talked about it, but I'm not sure that I could handle the emotions having a daughter as well. It would almost be...to much to ask that the miracle be repeated." She tilted her head to the side, then leaned in to kiss his mouth. "We're going to start propagating those, you know. I think there will be all sorts of miracles where we're concerned. After all, we deserve them for putting up with all of the crap we do...especially that harpy slut who shall remain nameless." She grinned at him, letting out her own little giggle as he laughed aloud. "Besides, if we don't at least try for a daughter, you're going to have to face Lindy's wrath for not making her prediction come true." "Oh yes, Lindy's prediction must come true. And if it doesn't," he gave her a devilish smile. "We'll have a lot of fun trying." He gently kissed the top of her head. "So how long do you want to rest before we try again? A year? Six months?" She stared at him aghast before finally realizing what he'd said. Snorting, she pressed her face against his chest. "I thought you meant how long do I want to wait to have sex again tonight! You said 'a year' and I almost had a heart attack!" They both laughed again, before she quickly shushed him and glanced towards Max's room. Luckily, the baby was still sleeping. Grinning, Sabryn returned her gaze to Anton's. "As for trying to get pregnant again...I'm not sure how long we should wait. I guess we'll know when the time comes. But don't hold back in telling me if you think you're ready when I'm not, or I'm ready when you aren't, because I think we could always work something out." "I'm positive we could work something out." He let out a contented sigh, letting his eyes drift shut. "We've made it this far together, and I'm sure we'll take it all the way.Ó One hand started to idly comb through her hair. "So...you ready to practice making Max a little brother or sister?" She glanced upwards, as if thinking about it. Finally, she shook her head. "No?" he asked, slightly amazed by her answer. "Actually, I was thinking we could get out the lotion this time. We haven't had anal sex in a while...and you always make me cum so hard. Maybe this time I'll even pass out." Anton grinned. "We'll just have to find out, won't we, my dear?" Not moving too far from the bed, he looked at the table next to it. "Hmmm...you remember where we left it last? It can't have wandered off far." She stared at him for a moment, eyes narrowed, glancing down at his cock. Then she figured it out. "Oh, the lotion!" She giggled again, not completely able to stop. Reaching over to her nightst and, she pulled open the drawer and grabbed the bottle of body lotion. Then turning back, still snickering, she handed it to him, and laughed out loud at the amusement on his face. "Can't have wandered off far..." Anton shook his head, grinning. "What is with you tonight, my dear? Almost everything seems to make you laugh." He nuzzled at her shoulder. "It's called being happy. You should try it some time." She gave him a cheesy grin, then settled back against the pillows. She slid her lacquered toes up his calf, teasingly. "It's also called great sex with my favorite person in the whole wide world. Who really does make me see stars, every time." Anton smiled back, kissing her forehead and then her lips. "I feel the same way, my dear." He kissed slipped his tongue into her mouth tasting her as his hand stroked down her back to cup her ass. Teasingly he slid his long center finger between her cheeks to tease her anus. She gasped, but quickly resumed kissing him. Her hand slid down his stomach, fingers lazily tracing through his pubic hair to lightly grasp his cock. Just barely holding him, she gently rubbed her fingers along the underside, teasing the prominent vein, her eyes smiling as she watched his whole body twitch. Sucking eagerly on his tongue, she let her eyes slip closed and concentrated on what his fingers were doing to her. Still kissing her, he popped the lid of the body lotion free and slicked his fingers. Again he began teasing her anus, not trying to penetrate her but spreading the lotion around. Once she felt nice and slippery, he pressed the lotion bottle into her hand. "Care to do the honors, my dear?" She grinned at him, absolutely in love with the way he smiled in return. Squeezed a quarter-sized dollop of lotion on to her fingers, she then tossed the bottle to the side. Wiggling her eyebrows at him, she reached out and firmly grabbed his cock, pulling her hand back towards her and leaving a slippery, wet trail of lotion in her wake. She continued the motion several times, pulling until his hips moved with her, completely covering his shaft. He bit his lower lip. If he wasn't careful, he cum in her hand. Opening his eyes, he stared heatedly at her before climbing on top of her. Carefully he pulled her legs over her shoulders. His fingers returned to her anus, gently rubbing around her entrance before starting to gently press inwards. "Mmmm..." She let her head fall back to the pillow, eyes closing again. Had anyone asked her a year ago, she never would've thought she'd like anal sex. Actually, she probably wouldn't have even considered it. But she definitely had a different way of seeing things since Anton came along. And his touch felt fabulous. "Sugar, love the way you touch me." "I love the way you feel, my dear." His index finger slipped inside of her to the first knuckle. Slowly he moved his finger in and out of her. Watching her expression, he added a second and then a third finger, watching her writhe with apt fascination. "Enjoying yourself, my dear?" "I'd enjoy myself much more if used your cock instead of your fingers." She gave him a sweet smile, noticing the way his eyes dilated at her use of that word. Squirming as he removed his fingers, she zealously reached for his cock, pulling him closer, pressing the head tight against her puckered opening. Pushing out with her muscles, she whimpered as he started to squeeze himself inside her. "Don't stop, Anton..." "Like I could," he whispered back. He pushed himself into her slowly. "So tight, Bryn, so unbelievably tight." Arching over her, he began to thrust into her. Eyes shut in concentration, he shifted his balance to one hand so he could start rubbing her clit. "So good, my dear. You feel incredible." Her eyes scrunched shut, she fought past the initial discomfort. Moaning, she reached down to grab his ass, feeling the smooth thrust and drag of his hips, digging her fingernails into his skin. He was so large, stretching her almost unbearably, and she loved it. "Mmm...I'm dreaming that I'm a betrothed virgin, on my way to meet my fiance across the ocean...and you're the rogue pirate who seizes my ship and claims me as your prize. You hold me captive in the captain's quarters and defile me in every way possible..." "And you love every minute of it," he purred. Adding a little twist of his hips, he sped up his thrusts. "And what happens at the end of the voyage? Do I get to keep you or do you try to escape?" He shifted his hand slightly so he could slip a finger into her sex while rubbing her clit. She let out a squeal, tightening around his finger and his cock, making him groan. Panting, she let her fingers stray down to tease his anus, circling around the area, then rubbing back and forth. He sped up his thrusts in response, and she shuddered. "I--I'd try to escape...just to make...a token protest. Mmm. But...if you chased me...I'd stay with you...willingly." "And...I'd chase you...because I may...have stolen your gold...but you stole my heart." he groaned as she started pressing against his anus, fingertip barely penetrating. "I'd make youÉmy pirate queen. I'd have... no other concubines... no women in... other ports. Just you..." His hips bucked violently as she pressed her fingertip inside of him.. "Ah! Bryn!" It was his words that sent her rolling into orgasm. She let out a squeal as she clenched down around him, her hips shaking violently against him. Dropping her legs down, she wrapped them tightly around his waist, pulling him tightly against her, enjoying his orgasm almost as much as her own. She slid her hand reverently down his chest. "God, you're so gorgeous, sugar." "Not nearly as beautiful as you." He slowly eased out of her, wiping her gently with a tissue from the bedside table. He gave a contented sigh and snuggled down beside her, wrapping the comforter around their sweaty bodies. "So did you see stars, my dear?" She smiled, pressing her cheek against his shoulder. "I saw constellations!" She softly giggled, then bit it back, remembering his earlier comment. "What about you? Did you enjoy yourself?" "Immensely," he purred, nuzzling the top of her head. "But then I always do when we make love." He stroked her cheek, just enjoying the softness of her skin. "So what do you want to do until Max wakes up?" "I just want to lay here with you. To feel you holding me. I live for this." She was quiet for a while, smelling him and enjoying the warmth of his skin. Gently pressing a kiss to his chest, a small reminder of how much she cherished him. Holding him tightly, as if to never let him go. "You'll love me forever, right, Anton?" Anton tightened his arms around her, savoring her warmth and closeness. "As long as there's breath in my body, my dear. Always and forever, Bryn. Always and forever." End Chapter Eightly-three <- Previous Chapter | Home | Next Chapter ->