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Chapter 3
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Eve headed straight to the gym as they arrived back, not even exchanging insults with Summerset. He blinked, raising an eyebrow at Roarke.
“Is she… Oh dear.” He sighed as he watched his surrogate son disappear upstairs. Galahad wound through his legs, mewling as he was scooped up.
“At least neither of them were covered in blood.” Summerset commented dryly as he stroked the cat and headed to the kitchen.
Upstairs, Roarke watched his wife beat a sparring droid to death through the monitor of the unregistered. Apparently, this had affected her more than she’d let on. But then, he thought wryly, she’d willingly touched him at work which should have given him some indication of her distress. He shook his head and flexed his fingers, before getting to work tracking down Keely Johnson’s movements over the last dozen years.
And came up with nothing. How could two 17 years olds- one pregnant- literally disappear into thin air?
Hearing the door slide open behind him, he turned and smiled at seeing his wife walk in. She’d showered, and her hair hung damp against her head. Despite the workout, she looked troubled he noted, with ghosts apparent in her eyes.
“Hey.” He said softly.
“Hey.” She replied. They looked at each other for a long moment, before Roarke grinned mischievously and swept her into his arms, walking towards the lift.
“Hey!” she began to protest, unable to keep the smile of her face.
“Problem, darling?” he asked, pressing his lips to her pulse point.
“I just had a… ah…” her mind began to cloud as he kissed his way up her neck, before eventually reaching her mouth and robbing her of all coherent thought. He kissed her slowly and deeply, manually commanding the lift as he did.
“Roarke… God…” she arched into him as he trailed his lips lower, tracing the hollow of her throat and collar bone with his tongue.
He carried her into the bedroom, laying her down tenderly on the bed. She reached up and cupped his face in her hands, bringing him closer and kissing him thoroughly.
“I love you.” She murmured. He paused, and a slow smile spread over his face, robbing Eve of her breathe and causing her heart to stutter.
“I love you too, Eve.” He brushed her hair back from her face and captured her mouth in a soft kiss, trailing his hands down her body. She arched at his touch, fumbling to undo the buttons on his shirt. She ran her hands over his bare skin, craving the contact, struggling to urge him into moving faster.
He captured her hands, kissing each finger as she made a small noise in her throat. Roarke straddled her waist carefully, before making her head spin with languid kisses.
“I love you. Forever, Eve.” He spoke softly, forcing her to look at him as he did so. He saw the understanding break through lust in her eyes, and the joyous smile that graced her face.
“I know.” She caressed his cheek with the back of her fingers. “No matter what else there is, that I always know. That I never doubt. I see the uncertainty in Peabody sometimes, whether McNab will keep loving her, that fear that he’ll leave. I don’t have that, not anymore. I don’t understand it Roarke, and Christ knows I don’t always tell you how much it means to me. But I know it.”
“Christ Jesus Eve, I adore you.” His voice was rough, the Irish thicker than usual. Eve had just enough time to register the thrill that shot through her before his mouth descended, and captured hers. They tongues fought for domination and they rolled, pinning each other to the bed. Her hands stripped the rest of Roarke’s shirt off, with him returning the favour, quickly followed by her jeans and underwear.
“You’re overdressed.” She pointed out as his tongue trailed down her stomach. He withdrew, bracing himself above her as his dark hair tickled her skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps.
“Why don’t you fix that?” his breath hitched as her hands moved over the front of his trousers to the zipper, pressing a little firmer than necessary. He groaned, and she let out a delighted laugh.
“Problem, darling?” she echoed his words from earlier, laughter apparent in her voice. Their eyes met and they smiled at each other, healing with touches and laughter that continued long into the night.
Hey everyone! Thank you so much for the comments, I wasn't expecting such a great response! An apology for not getting this up yesterday, I was collecting my exam results (3 A*'s!!!) then had friends over to celebrate so got a bit distracted. Anyway, being 15 I don't have a lot of experiance in the sex area of things, so i'm kind of winging it in this chapter. Tell me how I did? X
“Is she… Oh dear.” He sighed as he watched his surrogate son disappear upstairs. Galahad wound through his legs, mewling as he was scooped up.
“At least neither of them were covered in blood.” Summerset commented dryly as he stroked the cat and headed to the kitchen.
Upstairs, Roarke watched his wife beat a sparring droid to death through the monitor of the unregistered. Apparently, this had affected her more than she’d let on. But then, he thought wryly, she’d willingly touched him at work which should have given him some indication of her distress. He shook his head and flexed his fingers, before getting to work tracking down Keely Johnson’s movements over the last dozen years.
And came up with nothing. How could two 17 years olds- one pregnant- literally disappear into thin air?
Hearing the door slide open behind him, he turned and smiled at seeing his wife walk in. She’d showered, and her hair hung damp against her head. Despite the workout, she looked troubled he noted, with ghosts apparent in her eyes.
“Hey.” He said softly.
“Hey.” She replied. They looked at each other for a long moment, before Roarke grinned mischievously and swept her into his arms, walking towards the lift.
“Hey!” she began to protest, unable to keep the smile of her face.
“Problem, darling?” he asked, pressing his lips to her pulse point.
“I just had a… ah…” her mind began to cloud as he kissed his way up her neck, before eventually reaching her mouth and robbing her of all coherent thought. He kissed her slowly and deeply, manually commanding the lift as he did.
“Roarke… God…” she arched into him as he trailed his lips lower, tracing the hollow of her throat and collar bone with his tongue.
He carried her into the bedroom, laying her down tenderly on the bed. She reached up and cupped his face in her hands, bringing him closer and kissing him thoroughly.
“I love you.” She murmured. He paused, and a slow smile spread over his face, robbing Eve of her breathe and causing her heart to stutter.
“I love you too, Eve.” He brushed her hair back from her face and captured her mouth in a soft kiss, trailing his hands down her body. She arched at his touch, fumbling to undo the buttons on his shirt. She ran her hands over his bare skin, craving the contact, struggling to urge him into moving faster.
He captured her hands, kissing each finger as she made a small noise in her throat. Roarke straddled her waist carefully, before making her head spin with languid kisses.
“I love you. Forever, Eve.” He spoke softly, forcing her to look at him as he did so. He saw the understanding break through lust in her eyes, and the joyous smile that graced her face.
“I know.” She caressed his cheek with the back of her fingers. “No matter what else there is, that I always know. That I never doubt. I see the uncertainty in Peabody sometimes, whether McNab will keep loving her, that fear that he’ll leave. I don’t have that, not anymore. I don’t understand it Roarke, and Christ knows I don’t always tell you how much it means to me. But I know it.”
“Christ Jesus Eve, I adore you.” His voice was rough, the Irish thicker than usual. Eve had just enough time to register the thrill that shot through her before his mouth descended, and captured hers. They tongues fought for domination and they rolled, pinning each other to the bed. Her hands stripped the rest of Roarke’s shirt off, with him returning the favour, quickly followed by her jeans and underwear.
“You’re overdressed.” She pointed out as his tongue trailed down her stomach. He withdrew, bracing himself above her as his dark hair tickled her skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps.
“Why don’t you fix that?” his breath hitched as her hands moved over the front of his trousers to the zipper, pressing a little firmer than necessary. He groaned, and she let out a delighted laugh.
“Problem, darling?” she echoed his words from earlier, laughter apparent in her voice. Their eyes met and they smiled at each other, healing with touches and laughter that continued long into the night.
Hey everyone! Thank you so much for the comments, I wasn't expecting such a great response! An apology for not getting this up yesterday, I was collecting my exam results (3 A*'s!!!) then had friends over to celebrate so got a bit distracted. Anyway, being 15 I don't have a lot of experiance in the sex area of things, so i'm kind of winging it in this chapter. Tell me how I did? X
