Tohan stood silently in the sickbay of the
Executor-class Star Dreadnaught Retributor,
carefully examining his patient, Lady Zara Rodney. A
device was held over her stomach, which he visually
noted was much larger than the last time he examined
her. "You must relax, Lady Zara," he informed her,
speaking through both of his mouths to create a
stereophonic voice. "Your babies are *fine*," he
said, with added emphasis, before he took hold of
the monitor, and adjusted the support arm until it
was directly in front of her face. The children were
developing nicely with two healthy, regular
heartbeats. If an Ithorian were capable of smiling
he would grinning from ear to ear. "I am perfectly
willing to continue to examine you here, or on a
trip to Delaya. I assure you that your records will
not find their way onto the HoloNet," he said,
before letting loose a laugh that consisted of him
blowing out gusts of wind through both of his mouths
that swept her hair.
The first full
appointment with Doctor Tohan was infinitely better
than Zara had expected. He was a lot nicer than her
previous Doctor, not to mention, *trustworthy*. He'd
been with the Rodney family so long that betraying
them was not in his best interest. Regardless, every
appointment came with its worries. When you couldn't
see the babies, when you couldn't be one-hundred
percent sure that they were doing well, it was easy
to grow concerned. Zara knew that Doctor Tohan's
word would be enough to hold off some of her worries
until their next visit. When it came time for him to
take a peek, she found that all of her worries
mounted and gained up on her. Clutching her
husband's hand with one of her own, she tried to be
still for the doctor. She let out a long sigh. The
babies were fine.
glanced down at the monitor where she could see Sia
and Darrus, happy as two little clams. They had made
a point of fighting the device currently on their
mother's belly. You could hear the heart beats
altered by the sounds of their little limbs
colliding with the device. Aah yes, it seemed the
Rodney offspring had inherited Daddy's over
protectiveness over their mother. She grin widely
down at the image. "Thank you so much, Doctor. We'll
continue coming to you for as long as we can." She
wanted to make it easier for Pilaq until close to
the very end. She laughed at his reassurance. "Thank
you. As lovely as a talk show host you would be, I
am happier with all of this information staying
between us." She was now nineteen weeks along into
her second trimester. She was back to feeling
better. Once she recovered from the kidnapping, her
body leveled out again. Her head turned, eyes
landing on her husband. "Look! There's still only
two!" She joked.
over the whole procedure silently, terrified that
something might be wrong. In his long career as a
bounty hunter he never felt the anxiety that he felt
now, waiting for Doctor Tohan to tell him the
children were alright. When the news finally came,
he smiled happily, and moved to wrap his arms around
his wife tightly. He held her, squeezed her, and
then placed a tender kiss upon her cheek. "See. I
told you everything would be alright," he said to
her, despite the fact that he, too, was worried. As
he looked onto the monitor and saw the small bodies
beginning to form with their hearts beating in
unison he felt a warmth coming over him that he had
never before experienced. "Yes. Thank you, doctor,"
he said to his old Ithorian friend, remembering his
manners after having been awestruck by the images.
"We did it, Zara," he said to her, proudly, nearly
shaking her as the excitement and exuberance flowed
through his body.
functioned on appointment days was beyond her. Zara
turned all scatter brained when it came to ensuring
the twins were healthy. It was uncomfortable when
they stopped moving for what seemed like forever
(actually five minutes). She wore a bright 'we made
this' kind of smile. Every time they saw the twins,
they looked more human like. She could see one
baby's little fingers all clenched into a fist.
"You're right. You're *always* right," she kissed
his cheek. Zara knew she wasn't alone in her
worries. She couldn't imagine what it was like to be
in his position. "We're just about halfway through.
I can't wait to meet them!" She had imagined what it
would be like to hold them for the first time so
many times. Nothing would compare to what it was
actually like. She'd need to be patient for that
moment to come. For now, their appointment was
reaching its natural end. As much as she wanted to
watch the babies forever, that simply wasn't viable.
"We'll see you again in a few more weeks. For now, I
suppose we should check in on your troublesome
brother," she winked, squeezing her husband. They
had indeed done it. They'd succeeded in creating two
"You are most
welcome, Lady Zara," Doctor Tohan said, as he bowed
his large hammer head to her. "Enjoy this time while
you have. Soon you will be chasing these two around
for the rest of your life," he said to her, before
helping her up from the examining table, as best he
could given his advanced age. "I am at your disposal
always," he said, as he led them out from the
sickbay. He was very pleased to see new life come
into the world, although he wished it was happening
during a more stable time. No children should grow
up in a war, he thought to himself.
should be polite," Marcus said, although he was
hesitant to drop in on his brother while he was in
full Imperial mode. As he bid Doctor Tohan farewell,
he led his wife through the long, sterile corridors
of the massive Imperial command ship. They were
surrounded by Imperial stormtroopers and anonymous
officers who were bustling in every direction. Small
mouse droids carrying messages of unimportance
zipped through the mass of humanity, headed for
destinations unknown. They got the occasional dirty
look from officers who recognized them as both the
Governor's family and as the taboo HoloNet
sensation. Only when they got into the privacy of
the turbolift did he begin to relax, letting out as
a sigh as his stomach released, which he had been
holding in to look all the more physical in front of
the Imperials. When they reached the office level,
he stepped forward, holding the door open for Zara
which would lead to Sierra's office, which served as
the last protective barrier to Claudius' demesne.
After so long,
it became necessary to life to continue in war
times. Zara's only hope was that the war wouldn't be
brought to their front door. Maybe the world would
be better...*kinder*...before they were fully grown.
She appreciated the help in getting up. More and
more, she was beginning to feel like an upside down
turtle when she was caught up on her back. She
stood, adjusting her top to cover her belly again.
She stood, taking Marcus' hand so he could lead her
through the Imperial hell. Since the first time,
Zara didn't feel nearly as nervous being here. She
had come to terms with the fact that she couldn't
overthrow the whole Empire using only her hands.
Someday, somehow, people would pay for killing her
parents. That day was not today. Today, she remained
calm and collected as they moved through the
corridors towards the turbolift. It seemed that the
infamous Zarcus video would forever haunt their
lives. All it took was one moment of captured,
recorded love making to become unforgettable.
Sometimes she still saw nude photos of herself in
circulation. What could you do?!
turbolift, she let herself deflate. She wondered if
they should ask Pilaq to conduct their appointments
on Delaya, though he was already going out of the
way for them. "Don't worry. We'll be home with our
aggressive gigantic octopus. None of these people
can touch us there." Sir Tentacles had been hungry
lately. He may make for an effective guard squid
now. Eventually, they made it to Sierra's office.
Zara entered first. She was still grinning like an
idiot. The appointment had been so *good*!
seated at her desk. She was working her way through
a pile of datapads. Her eyes were half closed (or
half open). She had been digesting information all
morning. It was beginning to grow dull. The woman
knew to expect her brother-in-law and his wife since
Claudius had told her that they made arrangements
with Doctor Tohan. Regardless, she wasn't prepared
for when their visitation would occur, and looked
surprised to see them. She smiled softly. "Oh! Good
afternoon Lady Zara, Lord Marcus." Sierra rested her
datapad on her desk while slipping her boots back on
her feet, then rising to greet them. "I take it
things went well with Doctor Tohan. How are the
children doing?" She gave Zara a gentle, one-armed
hug. Marcus received the same treatment.
pleased to see his sister-in-law Sierra at the front
desk, rather than the horrid Kerrie, who had no
personality whatsoever. "Things went very well,
*sister*," he said to Sierra, before moving forward
to kiss the air next to her cheek. "Your niece and
nephew should be unleashed upon an unsuspecting
galaxy before too long," he declared with her, with
a wink, before he backed up to stand next to his
wife. "Is my brother in? Is he ... prepared for
visitors?" he asked, dancing around the issue of his
brother's frequent bouts of depression and
drunkenness in the wake of the disasters that had
befallen him and his family. He never knew which
version of his brother he would get when he met with
him on rare occasions such as this.
social niceties had been traded, Sierra laughed.
"Hopefully the galaxy is prepared for Rodney twins.
The first time in the history of the family, right?"
She pondered how her own genetics would fend against
Claudius'. Looking towards the door into his office,
Sierra was confident that his mood was well. She'd
seen him not an hour ago. She understood was Marcus
was asking beneath the actual question he posed.
Given the fact that there was no more liquor in
Claudius' office, chances were that he was still
doing well. "He's prepared for visitors," she
confirmed as she lead her extended family towards
the door. She knocked to let him know she was
A happy Zara
was not a forgetful Zara. As soon as she saw Sierra,
she remembered the invitation to her baby shower
that she had brought along. Within a few weeks, they
would all crowd around with Livia to celebrate the
twins. Yeah, *horrifying*. She reached her hand into
her cross body bag to withdraw a data pad
invitation. It was the only part of shower planning
that Zara had insisted *she* do. She didn't want
Livia to invite a bunch of, for lack of a better
word, crazies. If you befriended Livia of free will,
then you were broken in some way or another. Before
they could enter, Zara touched her sister's arm and
extended the invite. "My baby shower is coming up.
I'd like to see you there. Please, bring the girls,
bring Claudius, bring anyone who can act as my human
shield against Livia." She made it seem like she was
joking but she wasn't. She didn't want to be alone
with her mother-in-law!
the invitation. She politely laughed. It made sense
why her mother hated Zara so much. Frankly, Zara was
worst nightmare scenario for a person like Livia.
"Thank you. I'll let you know if we can attend."
With that, she opened the door and moved forward
into her husband's office.
Marcus had all
but forgotten the baby shower in the hectic series
of events that had befallen them and the rest of the
family. That would certainly be the most
concentrated amount of estrogen in the known galaxy
that day. With a polite nod to Sierra he stepped
forward into the darkness that was his brother's
office. It was still hard for him to imagine his
brother having risen to such a position of
importance within the Galactic Empire. He hated the
Empire, and he could not understand how his brother,
whom he viewed as a very intelligent man, could be
so blind to their crimes. Still, he and Zara were
here for a formal visit ... *not* to discuss
galactic affairs. "Brother?" he called out, as he
stepped aside to allow Sierra and Zara, with her
baby bump, sufficient room to follow.
sitting with his back to the door, as he often did,
looking out on the endless series of space traffic
that dominated the Essesia system. He found it
relaxing to watch them pass by, a river of color and
illumination. When he heard his brother's voice he
perked up, having been informed they were coming for
a visit with Doctor Tohan. He rose from his seat,
and turned to greet them, but not before depressing
a button on his desk to raise the lighting in the
room. "Marcus, Zara," he said, as he moved towards
them in a hurry. He moved to Zara once, kissing
against his sister-in-law's cheek, politely, before
taking a step back to examine her and her stomach.
"You and the children are well?" he asked her, as a
smile came upon his lips. Children were wonderful.
"Brother," he said, politely, as he grasped his
younger brother's arm by the forearm tightly.
Did you know
what a pregnant woman produces as much estrogen in a
single day as a nonpregnant woman does in three
years? Indeed, the baby shower would be a chaotic
cluster of estrogen. The men should probably be on
standby for what may occur when Livia pushed Zara
too far. Zara found it best to stay far, *far* away
from her mother-in-law. She hoped Sierra and the
girls would come. She all but begged the woman as
she moved into the darkened office of Claudius
Rodney. Even she had to admit that the view from his
office was beautiful. She supposed when you were so
deeply involved with the Empire, you needed some way
to clear your mind. It didn't stop her from smiling
at her brother. The time on Delaya had made her
think differently of him. He associated himself with
monsters, but he didn't seem like a monster himself.
"Brother," she greeted him with kisses to each
cheek. "Mhm. It seems the morning sickness has
finally leveled out. Doctor Tohan said that the
children were doing well. They were busy kicking the
monitor, making his work more difficult." Zara took
pride in her children already. You could only
imagine how bad she'd be once she had a digital
album to share with the world. "Are you well,
Claudius?" She didn't remain standing for long.
Morning sickness was better, but the additional
weight on her feet was no fun. While the brothers
reunited, she moved to sit in the small seated area
within his office.
Sierra saw to
Zara. Pregnant women seemed so... *breakable*. Her
blue eyes flickered towards her husband once. She
wore a knowing smile. She felt glad that they'd had
the talk about their future, otherwise seeing their
family would have prompted it. Sierra took a seat in
one of the comfortable, plush chairs. She rested the
invitation in her lap after crossing her legs. "Is
there anything you two still need for the children?
I... haven't gone to many baby showers in my life."
Yet she'd been to so many funerals. This was a good
change. Everyone needed an injection of new life.
Claudius asked, as he turned to Sierra, wondering
what she was talking about. "Are you ... are you
having a baby shower?" he asked Zara, as his face
became somewhat bewildered. "Why didn't you tell me,
my love?" he asked, looking to Sierra, with a half
smile. "No one tells me anything anymore," he said,
playfully raising his hands into the air, before
dramatically throwing them down against his sides.
"We must attend. Please arrange it, *Commander*," he
said, with a wink, to make it an official order.
"Marcus, it is a difficult task to be married to
your subordinate. While I outrank her at the office,
I assure you she outranks me at home," he said to
them both, before leading everyone over towards the
seated area where some small refreshments had been
attended to his wife, barely paying much attention
to Claudius, as the Imperial entanglements always
muted him. He was convinced they were being watched,
even though he had no direct knowledge of Arden
Zevrin or her recording devices. "I wanted you two
to be the first to know that we are breaking with
family tradition," he said, before pulling out the
chair for his wife to sit. He then took a seat next
to her before continuing with his statement. "We
have decided to forego the traditional -us suffix at
the end of our son's given name," he said, as he
reached for a glass of water. "Instead we are going
to follow the convention established by father in
honor of our bastard half-brother. We have decided
to name our son Thermos," he declared, in serious
fashion, before taking a sip of the water. His sense
of humor was often needed to break the tension in
environs such as this.
towards Claudius. "Sorry, I like keeping you in the
dark," she grinned. In actuality, she had known for
all of three minutes greater than he had! It warmed
her to see him in such a good mood. Zara and Marcus
had everyone looking forward, towards the future.
"Yes, Governor." She responded playfully, yet with
obedience. That settles it. They'd travel to Delaya
again in only a few weeks. Hopefully Arden wouldn't
use that limited amount of time to make a mess. The
mention of their at home dynamic put a larger smile
on her face. She liked it the way it was. Control at
home was wonderful. She preferred him to have charge
in the workplace, simply because she could never do
what he did. "We'll see you there then. I'll take
some of the heat off of you from mother," Sierra
promised. It was probably the greatest gift she
could give her sister.
over towards the sitting area. She made herself
comfortable in the chair Marcus had gotten for her.
Her hand ended up in his, as it typically did. "Yes,
we're having a baby shower! It's orchestrated by
your mother, so I can't say if it'll be good or
not." Her mood was too elevated for it to get her
down. She looked forward to see everyone again while
celebrating her and Marcus' cutie little babies.
Marcus' sudden announcement came as a surprise. She
supposed they were breaking tradition with their
daughter's name, but Darrus was already hand picked
and perfect. Even as the name slipped out of Marcus'
mouth, Zara had a hard time not laughing. She kept a
straight face, shaking her head. "I argued that Cup
was better, or possibly Table Cloth." Gah! She
couldn't hold it. Her cheeks turned red before she
burst out laughing. *Thermos Rodney* was a terrible
"I enjoy being
kept in the dark by you also," Claudius said with a
sly wink, as his hand moved to her outer thigh. A
bit more flirtatious in public than he had been
before, but she made him feel young and sobriety had
increased his libido. "You should not fear our
mother ... *much*," he joked to Zara, with a small
smile of acknowledgment. "She will have to be on her
best behavior as there are still those who wish to
see your unborn son ascend the throne one day," he
reminded them, in not too subtle terms. "That is, of
course, unless Sierra should produce a male heir,"
he said, shifting his eyes towards his wife. He
brought his palm up to his face to shield his
embarrassed look. "Forgive me. I am beginning to
sound like father," he said, honestly, before
pulling his hand from his face to reveal his
something both shocking and extremely exciting about
her husband being so flirtatious in public. Sierra's
cheeks were red, but that didn't mean she wasn't
enjoying it. His hand alone made her shiver. She
knew what they were going to do as soon as their
visitors were gone. Her small hand touched with his
where it crept at her outer thigh. His joke made her
laugh. Sierra would have feared Livia if she hadn't
known her for so many years prior to joining the
family. The woman was certainly... *difficult*. Her
eyes touched with his, a little smile inching across
her face. They had been working on it, of course.
Even she wanted a son, someone who could ensure the
family that Zara and Marcus' boy would not have to
take the throne. It was the best scenario for
everyone. Her shoulder nudged him. "No, you still
said it so much classier than he did. He all but
explained the best position at our wedding." Sierra
winked. Her hand linked with his.
Zara was also
surprised by the way Claudius was acting. She
supposed, at first impression, he had come off as
*scary*. He really seemed happy now that he had
remarried. Zara thought it was adorable!! She was
sure that the Holonet would eat them up if they
spent more time on Delaya. She truly hoped that
Sierra did produce a son, for the words her brother
spoke made her face pale. She had thought the words.
Hearing them made it a reality. She coughed,
grabbing a glass of water so she could wet her
otherwise dry throat. "Julius is a professional at
peer pressure. I'm not sure anyone could ever be as
good as him. Good point though, brother. Livia will
need to be on her best behavior." She looked at
Sierra, "As to what we're still looking for...
practical things. There's going to be two of them.
Meaning double everything. Like clothes. Marcus
finished building the cribs the other day. The one
he got for Sia came with Gungan instructions. As
hilarious as it sounds, it was also a total pain.
So, when the time comes... Watch out!"
there silently, observing the banter between Sierra
and Zara, and smiling at a wonderful family that had
unexpectedly surrounded him. He was pained by the
loss of Jelena, as he would never get to see her
grow to have a family of her own. A pained look came
upon his face as he dwelled upon his loss, but he
did not vocalize his thoughts with anyone. Instead,
he simply forced a smile onto his face, and reached
across to take a glass of water. "I trust the
removal of the Rebels from the castle will make for
a safer environment in which to raise your
children," he said, indirectly referencing both Iyah
and Mug. "Is Gaius being helpful with increased
security?" he asked them, as he put the glass of
water down. Personally he did not think his cousin
was much use for anything.
grimaced when he heard his wife recount the ordeal
of constructing a crib with Gungan experience. "It
was a 'bombard' experience," he said, before
laughing slightly. He wrapped his arm tightly around
his wife, drawing her in closer against him. He was
glad he had such happy memories with her to share
with his family. When the subject turned to the
Rebels being behind the attack on the family he
tensed, but said nothing, allowing his brother to
have his delusions. He had not come here to discuss
politics, nor argue. "I believe two Guards were
assigned, but we barely notice them," he said, with
a small smirk at Zara, referencing the two guards
who were eaten by the sea monster. "We feel quite
secure," he quickly added, before his brother could
volunteer Imperial security.
chuckled softly at Zara's warning. She had never
thought about cribs or any other baby necessities.
Claudius had only recently made all that a
possibility. She found the more she spoke with Zara,
the more she anticipated her own eventual offspring.
With Alderaan gone, the evil that was her family was
gone. She realized that she could embrace her new
family; the family that treated her better. No one
was ever going to hurt her children in a way alike
to what had happened to her. Not even Arden had that
kind of power. Being that she was paying attention
to her husband, she caught the brief, visible shift
in his mood. She wondered what thought had caused
the change. She had to wait to bring it up. In the
meantime, she attempted to soothe him with gentle
pregnant teenager was swept up in her husband's
arms. She was laughing over his joke. Those
instructions had been kept. They were a sure fire
way to make them both laugh. Inside of her tummy,
the twins had become active again. She could feel
them twisting and turning. They didn't want to talk
shop either! Zara and Marcus had differing opinions
about Mug and Iyah. She thought that they were nice.
Neither of them seemed to be the level of evil which
Gaius claimed. "We've been staying away from the
castle as much as we can. It's much more relaxed at
the chalet." She didn't mention the aggressive
octopus who was aiding in keeping them safe. She
tossed a knowing smile at Marcus. Those guards were
long dead. If they hadn't frozen to death, then they
were skeletons at the bottom of Sir Tentacle's lake.
Feeling the need to keep the subject away from
business, Zara continued to speak. "We'll be seeing
you both a lot more frequently. In a few weeks, our
visits with Doctor Tohan will get bumped up to every
two weeks, then eventually every week." Dear lord,
they really were getting close to the end.
Sierra are welcome to the castle, brother," Marcus
said, as he imagined his wife in the privacy and
comfort of their small retreat in Delaya's icy
north. "But father seems remarkably well again, so
maybe you need not worry about it for some time," he
said with a smile, as he found it quite a welcome
surprise to see his father up and around again. "We
have taken up enough of your time. And I'm sure Zara
needs her rest after the appointment with the
doctor," he said, as he began to rise from the seat.
He quickly turned his attention to his wife in order
to help her up, which was a considerable task these
days. "Thank you for the hospitality and the use of
your doctor," he said both to Claudius and Sierra,
as he prepared to leave the office.
off of being evil. He'd had plenty of time to do
that while her and Sierra were around. Zara was
certain that her sister was already having the
pressure turned on her. Better Sierra than her!
"Thank you both. I look forward to seeing you at the
baby shower." With Marcus' help, she was back on her
feet again. She could already tell that it was going
to be difficult towards the end of her pregnancy.
Slipping her hand into his, she offered both
Claudius and his wife one more smile before leaving
the room. She intended to hack into the system to
investigate her and Marcus' suspicions. It was going
to be difficult. This was an Imperial dreadnaught,
after all. She was silent all the way back to toward
their ship. She felt the meeting with her brother
had gone well. She hoped that things continued to
improve for him. Then maybe, just maybe, he would
leave his life as an Imperial. She'd prefer to see
him living his days out as Duke in the castle than
escorted the couple out of Claudius' office. She
wished them both good luck as they departed. Even
when her husband rose to power in Delaya, she
doubted that they would relocate to the castle. As
the door closed on her in-laws, Sierra made her way
back to the seating area. Instead of claiming her
own spot, she sat in her husband's lap. Her hands
touched with his cheeks. "What are you thinking
about, dear? I know when you're pretending."
that I wish Jelena were here," Claudius said once he
was sure that they were alone. Her soft caress was
enough to bring him back to reality, not even having
sent Marcus and Zara off with a proper goodbye. "I
miss her very much," he confessed to his wife, as he
brought his hand up to clutch the hand that was upon
his face. "Without you I fear I might not have
survived this tragedy," he admitted to her, before
adjusting her in his lap so that he could get a
better view of her face. Once he had it, he tilted
his face down and pressed his lips against hers
before she could reply. His hands moved up her back
slowly, digging into the cloth that covered her
flesh. He could not control himself around her any
longer, and his tongue assaulted her mouth with all
of the enthusiasm of a teenager. She made him feel
young. *Very* young.
understood this. It had been bothering her that
Jelena never had a proper funeral. Nothing had been
arranged after the bomb. *Nothing*. At that moment,
she took it upon herself to right the wrong. As hard
was it would be for Claudius, he deserved to give
his daughter a goodbye that didn't end in a bang.
She was touched that she had become his strength,
though she believed otherwise. He was strong.
Sierra's reply was cut off by his lips. Her fingers
drove through his hair. Her lips worked against his.
Her love for him was so great. All she wanted for
him was happiness and the best things in life. He
had already lived decades of hard times. She wanted
to usher in better times...and those better times
apparently included giving him a lively sex life.
Sierra could feel her lower back become exposed with
his hands digging into her cream tunic. The fire
inside of her had instantly been lit. Her tongue
launched a full attack back on his. Her legs,
straddling his waist, squeezed him softly.
"Claudius.." She stole her mouth away from his.
Sierra's soft lips met with the area of his neck
directly behind his ear. She kissed and nibbling
there. She drew a line down his neck and then back
up the other side. He was the only man she felt
comfortable being intimate with. He didn't stir her
anxieties. He was simply perfect.
moaning of his name was it all that it took to spur
on Claudius' advances. As she moved away following
the breaking of the kiss, he was able to move his
hands around her body and unfasten her tunic. Each
time he undressed her it was like opening his
presents during Fete Week as a child. His office had
become steamy as another one of their midday
workplace trists was about to ensue. "Are you sure
the door is locked? I would hate for Marcus and Zara
to return and find us like this," he admitted to
her, as he began to undress himself as well. When
they were both stripped down only their trousers he
repositioned her again so that she was more
comfortably straddling him. His mouth descended upon
her throat ... kissing, biting, and playfully
sucking. Once again he was getting no work done, but
rather than alcohol it was sex that was keeping him
subdued. In a strange way, Arden Zevrin was winning.
Ugh. That was
the worst sentence ever: Arden Zevrin was winning.
Sierra didn't think about it that way, though even
she was blinded by her own lust and love. Was the
door locked? Her memory seemed to have temporarily
shut down. Before long, her bra and her tunic was on
the ground. She'd slipped off her boots to reveal
her stocking covered feet. "Mmm... I'm sure..." She
finally decided to trust herself. Their privacy was
important to her. With that, her husband launched
his own series of attacks on her. She groaned and
whimpered. She tilted her head back to give him
unlimited reign over her throat and neck. From her
position on top of him, she started to grind her
hips against his gently. She wasn't insistent at
first. Sierra knew full fell that she was going to
get what she wanted. She'd take it at her own pace.
Her small hands touched his chest. She rubbed into
his pectoral muscles. "I thought I was going to have
to excuse myself with how you touched me while your
brother was here." Sierra teased. Her sex drive had
been dormant for nearly twenty years. Claudius had
awakened it far more than even she understood.
shifted awkwardly beneath her as he attempted to
remove his boots. His feet kicked against one
another, fumbling about, followed by the sound of
each one hitting the ground. "No excusing yourself,
Sierra. It would be untoward if you were to abandon
a meeting simply to relieve yourself of any
unresolved tension," he warned her, as he began to
fiddle with both of their belt buckles. The sound of
metal unclipping broke the silent tension in the
room, followed by him raising himself off his chair
and pulling down both of their trousers. He hoped
the door was locked, because it would have been
awful thing to explain to Ewwiekewwieikkie. There
would need to be diagrams and perhaps muppets needed
to resolve her infinite questions about intimacy. "I
must have you..." he told her, breathlessly, before
his mouth attacked his neckline again. His mouth
moved up from her neck until it settled upon her
lips, biting at it playfully, and sliding his tongue
into her mouth.
He was right. If she went about excusing herself
every time she caught heat from her husband, she'd
find herself missing out on many things. Sierra
found that she appreciated their uniforms most
during foreplay. They went from wearing so much to
showing so much skin. It was exciting and
intriguing. The sight of his body was her
kryptonite. If the door was *actually* locked or not
had become debatable. The closer they got to the
act, the less Sierra worried about it. There would
be nothing more miserable than having to explain
everything to Ewwiekewwieikkie. However, Drusilla
had already been scared by the Zarcus Holonet
incident. Seeing her father with his new wife might
be enough to push to kill people. Granted, she would
be dressed fabulously while she did it.