by Amy Wiseman
The last of the boxes loaded in the moving truck, Jason slipped his arm around Kara’s waist and led her back into the house. They were leaving for Austin in the morning and still needed to do a move-out cleaning before they left for the hotel they would be staying at over night.
“Do we really have to clean it?” He looked around the house. It really wasn’t in bad shape, but he knew that when Kara said clean, she meant things like base boards and fans. After packing for two weeks, he could think of other activities to save his energy for. Activities involving a king-sized hotel bed. Or shower. Or elevator, for that matter… Jason sighed dreamily thinking of hot hotel elevator sex with his wife, and smiled to himself. My wife. God I still love that.
“Yes. If we don’t clean it, we’ll lose part of the deposit,” Kara answered, pulling Jason from his sexual fantasies and wiping the goofy smile off his face instantly.
“Cockblocker,” he mumbled under his breath. Of course he wasn’t quiet enough and Kara responded by handing him cleaning gloves and a toilet brush. Holding them in his hands he looked at her like she had grown a third head.
“Mess with the bull, you get the horns, bitch. Bathroom duty,” she said pointedly. Jason grimaced and looked at the offending brush with disdain. His shoulders slumped as he turned toward the bathroom in resignation.
“I love you!” she called out to his retreating form.
He waved to her without turning around. “Love you, too,” he muttered. Kara chuckled and turned toward the kitchen and the first item on her list to clean: the refrigerator.
~*~
“I’m too tired for sex. Damn you, woman,” Jason grumbled as Kara snuggled into his side that night. She giggled as she nuzzled her nose into the crook of his neck. “Seriously, Kara. Too. Tired. For. Sex. That’s what happens when you make me clean toilets.” She giggled again. Pouty Jason was just too damn cute.
“I’m sorry baby; it was a fifteen hundred dollar deposit, I didn’t want to give them any excuse not to return it.” She began kissing his jaw as she scooted impossibly closer him and let her hand drift down his chest, lightly tickling his side and lower abs. She could see his body’s response to her actions, and she could also tell Jason was trying to resist. This was his silly attempt at punishment, she was sure. Resistance is futile, my love.
Continuing her mild seduction, Kara kissed his neck and playfully licked his Adam’s apple as she worked her body to settle on top of his. She ground herself down on him and nipped his chin with her teeth, watching as his eyes rolled back in his head, and he finally gave in and gripped her hips.
“You’ll be the death of me,” he grunted, pulling her down for a deep kiss.
“I’ll do all the work,” Kara whispered in his ear, earning her a hearty laugh.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got my second wind,” he replied as he gripped her waist and flipped them over. Quickly they both began to disrobe. This was going to be fast and hard, and undoubtedly awesome. As soon as their clothes were off Jason dove in, gripping Kara’s hips, pulling her legs up high, almost around his mid-chest. He worked furiously, pushing up on his arms to change the angle. She peaked quickly, calling his name and making declarations of unending love as he worked to bring her to her sexual apex once more.
Fifteen minutes later they were a spent pile of sweaty limbs and racing hearts as they collapsed and fell asleep. Tomorrow they would fly out of Seattle and back to Austin where they would pick up the lives they had left on hold two years earlier; only this time, they would do it together. Always together.
~*~
They were finally here. It took forever to plan this vacation-honeymoon; Jason's schedule as a new doctor in his practice was just too chaotic. But here they were, down in the Florida Keys for three weeks of nothing but sun, beach and love.
And, apparently, Kara's period.
She made her way out to the veranda where her husband was enjoying the sun from a lounge chair. “Jason, I started,” she groused, standing in the way of the sunlight and causing a shadow to fall over his face.
"Started what, babe?" he asked, squinting up at her.
"My period. I started my period."
He paused for a moment, unsure of how to respond. "That's a good thing right?" he questioned, unsure. These situations could be tricky. They had barely begun to broach the topic of children, although it was a conversation he had been turning in his mind for some time now.
"Well, I wasn't afraid I was pregnant, so no, it's actually not a good thing."
"Oh.” He was once again confused by her demeanor. Did she want to be pregnant? Or did she think he wouldn’t have sex with her? Because he would. “You know I don't care about that." He reached out and gripped her thigh trying to pull her down on top of him.
"I'm not talking about sex!” she squealed, as she toppled on top of him, swatting his chest. “We're supposed to start the beginner’s scuba today." Kara frowned, and Jason couldn’t resist kissing her.
"So?"
"So?! So, what if a shark attacks?" Her eyes were wide with fear and Jason snorted.
"You're not going to be attacked by a shark, Kara."
"Sharks are attracted to blood, Jason,” she insisted, sitting up.
He sighed. "Do you want to cancel?"
"Will you go ask the guy at the front desk if it's safe?" She looked up at him through her lashes, working what had to be the biggest doe eyes she could muster.
"No way.” Jason shook his head to emphasize his point. “No. Hell no,” he said as he continued to shake his head.
Kara stood up and glowered down at him, her hands on her hips, "Please?!" she demanded.
"I'm not the one who’s going to be eaten by a shark, why do I have to ask?"
"Because if you don't, and we go scuba diving, and a shark does attack, I will stab you in the leg so you bleed more."
Jason stared at his wife and blinked his eyes a few times. "Fine, I'll ask." He stood up from the lounge chair and walked back into the hotel room.
"Thank you!" she called after him as she took his seat and reclined.
Jason approached the front desk, waiting until nobody else was around before he asked his question. He chose to talk to a nice looking gentleman, hoping the man wouldn’t laugh. Their conversation lasted about a minute, and then he walked back to their room where Kara was hiding.
She looked up at him expectantly from his chair. Enjoying his sun.
"He said that was the first time anybody had ever asked him that, and that he thought it was probably okay." Jason shrugged, relaying the brief conversation.
"Probably? You want to risk our lives on a probably?"
Jason sighed again, "So, no scuba?"
"Not this week."
~*~
Later that night, while lying in bed cuddling, Jason was compelled to bring up the topic of kids.
“What would you think about not starting up a new pill pack this month?” he questioned as he lazily drew circles on her arm with his fingers.
Kara pulled back slightly to look at him, surprised. “You want to try for a baby?”
Jason shrugged slightly, “I don’t know if I want to ‘try,’ but I was thinking maybe we could stop not trying.”
“You want to have unprotected sex?!” she exclaimed mockingly.
“It’s difficult to get pregnant otherwise,” he informed her, using his doctor voice, and she giggled as she snuggled back down into his arms.
“Are we ready for that?” she asked honestly. Jason was quiet for a minute.
“Is anybody ever really ready for it?” he answered quietly. They lay in contemplative silence for awhile before Kara spoke again.
“We’re ready.”
And they were. They turned a page on the story of their life together and began the next chapter.
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