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Serial - Suddenly Daddy Part 56
🕑 Added 2018-08-09 16:07:13 +0000 UTC You whip up a mess of scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast for your family. Claire helps for a time before moving on to clean a few things up and reassemble the futon. Some music is put on low. Your parents had left some CD's behind, mostly greatest hits pop and soft rock from the seventies and eighties. The breakfast nothing like the food Jeremy cooks, but it was basic but good. Everyone gobbles down the steaming plates of nourishment, famished from the morning's activities. Refueling. The fire warms the main room of the cabin and the light streaming in from outside gives the place a bright cheerful glow.The conversation is light and full of good humor. Poppy even sings along to the tunes for you, which was a real treat. Jeremy's spell soon passes and he seemed as bright eyed and lively as the rest of you once more. You see Claire give her daughter curious glances from time to time. She was dying to hear what Poppy had to tell her, but she was being patient. She wanted to allow her to open up when she felt the time was right.
It all felt so good, this family moment. Downright wholesome even.
Well...maybe not wholesome. Unlike other families there was and underlying sexual energy which colored everything. Little glances, naughty quips, flirting, innuendo and references. Unsurprisingly Poppy is the most overt about it. Her coquettish demeanor used equally on all of you. Jeremy seems both flattered and flustered by his sister's flirtations, though he obviously wasn't really interested. He giggles and holds your hand, his eyes twinkling in the Autumnal tinged light. Claire just shakes her head at her irrepressible daughter.
You and your fiance play footsies under the table. Your looks toward her get longer, deeper, more intimate. Her beautiful smile lifts you. Her loving deep blue eyes sends you soaring. Her hair was only roughly brushed, she was wearing a comfortable old housecoat, and with no makeup her every imperfection was highlighted in the bright light of the morning. In this moment she was easily the most beautiful woman you had ever seen in your life. You were marrying this perfect woman, committing the rest of your life to her, and you had never felt so free.
You watch as her gaze lights up as the opening notes of the Bee Gees' “How Deep is Your Love” comes on the small portable stereo.
Reaching out you take her hand. “May I have this dance?”
She laughs a warm laugh. This was so cheesy, so sappy, yet so right. She nods.
As one the pair of you stand. Hand in hand you lead her out to a spot in front of the fireplace. You pull her into your arms with a grace that surprises even you. Slipping your hands over her wonderfully wide womanly hips you clasp them around the small of her back. Her hands slide up your arms to rest on your shoulders, the fingers of her right hand play with the sensitive short hairs at the back of your neck. The pair of you, staring into each other's souls, begin to slowly rock to the romantic classic.
I know your eyes in the morning sun
I feel you touch me in the pouring rain
And the moment that you wander far from me
I want to feel you in my arms again
And you come to me on a summer breeze
Keep me warm in your love, then you softly leave
And it's me you need to show
How deep is your love, how deep is your love
How deep is your love?
I really mean to learn
'Cause we're living in a world of fools
Breaking us down when they all should let us be
We belong to you and me
I believe in you
You know the door to my very soul
You're the light in my deepest, darkest hour
You're my savior when I fall
And you may not think I care for you
When you know down inside that I really do
And it's me you need to show
How deep is your love, how deep is your love
How deep is your love?
Leaning down you kiss her luscious inviting lips. Continuing to slow dance to music the kiss lingers for a long transcendent time.
As you part you feel her hot breath against your lips as she sighs. “Oh Ted.”
Gazing deeply you move with her effortlessly and sensually. You hold her tighter and you feel her sharp nails run across your neck.
Her bottomless sapphire eyes held you mesmerized. “Would you like this to be private?” She whispers.
You smile. You could see that she asked that for you. Showing that she would bend her peculiar ways for you. It was a small moment, but significant. Her children were no longer the only people at the core of her heart. You appreciated the gesture but it no longer mattered to you.
You shake your head no. She smiles back.
The song ends and flows to the next. Chicago's “You're the Inspiration” was the next one on the album, though the music faded into the background at this point.
With a strong sure embrace you guide this woman you loved so dearly down onto the gathered blankets and cot mattresses that still lay in a pile on the floor. You lie her down beneath you, her long tawny brown hair spreads out like a halo around her face. You lightly caress her high cheekbones, bringing your finger tips down to her fine chin. You admire her slender nose and perfect facial proportions. You kiss her deeply once more then come back up to just gaze upon her once more. She looks back up at you with every bit of loving adoration that you were giving her. Her eyes looking over your common wide round face as if upon something incredible.
Out of the corner of your eye you could see the kids had already snuck up to take their seats on the futon. They would have a front row view of what was to come. At this point you would have expected nothing else from them. And, judging by the desirous look Jeremy was giving you and the pink dildo in Poppy's hand, you suspected they wouldn't just be watching.
