#rpf fluff

All Nate can think about is getting home to you and Milo. You’d called him last night, and he’d answered the phone laying flat on his back on the hotel bed, listening to the TV play something random in an attempt to get his mind off of it. You told him about your day, that you went to Target and got Milo a few new swim trunks for the summer, and that they’re all really cute. And what you made for lunch. And dinner.

That’s always been one of Nate’s favorite things about you, your ability to talk about anything and everything, in an attempt to get his mind away from everything that transpired last night.

Right before you hung up, the sound of Milo crying over the baby monitor filled Nate’s ears, and he had to hold back a groan. Milo turned one a few weeks ago, and he’s been pretty clingy, specifically with Nate. For some reason it wasn’t as bad during the regular season, but as soon as the playoffs started, Milo got especially sticky with his dad. He asks to call Nate fifty times a day, wants to wear his jersey with Daddy on the back, and fights sleep as much as possible because he wants to be put down by Nate.

That’s the only bright side in this whole clusterfuck. Milo’s getting his dad back for teh next few months.

The forty five minute drive from DIA back home is undoubtedly the longest forty five minutes of Nate’s entire life. All he wants is to hug you, hug his son, and have a lazy day at home. Maybe he’ll take Milo and Maggie out for a walk around the neighborhood, go to Milo’s favorite playground for a bit.

He sent you a quick text when he was five minutes away, and felt all the tension leave his body when he pulled into the driveway exactly five minutes later to find you and Milo standing in the front yard, waiting for him.

“DADA!” Milo squealed as Nate opened the car door, smiling wide at the sight of his son bouncing excitedly in your arms. He was already reaching for his dad, making grabby hands. Nate didn’t hesitate to grap him from you, immediately wrapping Milo up in a big, tight hug. Milo laid his head on Nate’s shoulder, his little arms falling around his dad’s neck. “Dada, Dada, hi!”

Nate melts at his son’s sweet voice, at how excited he is to see him. He’s spent the last few weeks feeling so incredibly guilty for not being here as much as Milo needs him, but he’s here right now. He’s going to be here until October. Obviously, Nate needs to train and practice, and keep in shape in the offseason, but he’s going to spend as much time as possible with his baby boy.

“Why don’t you take Milo inside, and I’ll get your stuff,” you suggest, laying a hand on Nate’s shoulder as you stand up on your tiptoes to kiss him. Milo’s entire face is lit up with a smile, excitedly hitting Nate’s shoulders gently. “I don’t think he would like it very much if you put him down,” you say with a smile.

Milo cried in your arms for hours last night, begging for his Dada, and now that he finally has him, the last thing you want to do is separate your son and his father.

Nate looks baffled at the suggestion. “No, baby, what? I’ll just get my stuff later, it’s okay.”

You shake your head. “Go inside with Milo. Spend a little bit of time together, just the two of you. I’ll get your stuff,” you insist.

Nate’s still hesitant, but he nods, kissing you once more before taking Milo inside. Milo’s babbling nonsense excitedly, placing his little hands on Nate’s cheeks, leaning forward to give his Dada a messy kiss. Nate smiles and kisses is son’s chubby cheek, making his way to the recliner in the living room, sitting down and settling Milo on his lap. Milo can’t stop smiling, snuggling into Nate’s chest, sighing contentedly.

“I missed you, bubba,” Nate murmurs, softly kissing the top of Milo’s head. The smell of his baby shampoo combined with the feeling of his soft hair nearly brings tears to Nate’s eyes. After being apart from his son for so long, and how horrible he felt during that entire series with VGK, being reunited with him feels like being able to breathe again. You once described being a parent as having your heart living outside your body, and that’s exactly what it is. Holding Milo again, seeing him smile and be excited to see him… absolutely nothing compares. “I love you so much, Milo Graham. Don’t ever forget that.”

Milo just giggles and uses his dad’s shoulders to pull himself to a a standing position on Nate’s lap, looking at his dad like he hung the moon and the stars.

Nathan MacKinnon has won a Stanley Cup, and nothing has ever felt more fulfilling than being a father. Milo is the light of his life, his favorite person in the whole entire world. You’re a close second, a very very close second, but still. You feel the same way. The connection you both have with your son is special, and you wouldn’t give it up for anything.

After a few minutes of cuddling, Milo gets bored, and starts babbling about Bluey, so Nate reaches for the remote. As soon as Bluey is turned on, both Nate and Milo go silent, locked in to the epsiode. Nate likes to tell you that he doesn’t really care about Bluey, but you know that’s not true. And when you walk into the living room ten minutes later, after getting everything from the car and putting all the bags in the right places so Nate can unpack later, you smirk as your suspicions of him loving Bluey just as much as his son are confirmed when you walk into the living room and find both your boys staring at the TV.

It doesn’t take long for Nate and Milo to fall asleep. Milo’s tired from how badly he fought sleep last night, insisting on staying awake until Nate came home. Nate’s exhausted from the game last night, and the fact that he was unable to sleep due to not being able to stop thinking about it, despite your greatest attempts to take his mind off of it from your phone call.

They’re cuddled together on the recliner, comforted by each other, and the safety of being at home together. You throw a blanket over them, leaving Bluey playing as white noise, and then start going about your day.

The rest of the day is calm, peaceful. When Nate and Milo wake up from their nap, Milo’s energy is renewed. They go into the backyard and play with Maggie for a while. You sit on the porch with your laptop, working on the things you’ve been pushing off the last few days in favor of making sure Milo was happy and comfortable.

Watching Nate and Milo together always warms your heart, brings a smile to your face. You giggle as Milo tackles Nate, both of them laughing, Maggie barking excitedly near them.

Getting swept in the Western Conference Finals was tough, and it’s something that Nate is going to be beating himself up over for the next few months, probably longer. You try your best to have him give himself some grace, but you know that it’s not that easy.

You can see though, that when he’s with Milo, all of that is gone from his mind. That when Milo is in Nate’s arms, the only thing he’s thinking about is being a good present father.

Nate insists that the two of you take Milo to his favorite park in the neighborhood, so you do that after dinner. Milo sat on Nate’s lap during the entire meal, wanting to be as close to his dad as possible. You tried to put him in his high chair, but he started screaming and crying, so you allowed him to sit with Nate. Nate definitely wasn’t complaining, smiling wide and feeding his son without complaint. He didn’t even look upset in the slightest when Milo accidentally smacked Nate’s mashed potatoes, sending them splashing around the table. He just laughed and grabbed a napkin, wiping the potatoes off Milo’s face.

Milo has the time of his life at the park. You sit on a bench and play fetch with Maggie while Nate plays on the jungle gym with Milo. You usually play with them, but you know that the only person Milo wants right now is Nate, so you let them have their time together. Sometimes, when Nate gets like this, you think about how intimidating he is on the ice, and wonder what fans would think of seeing him like this, soft and sweet and at the complete and utter mercy of a one year old.

By the time bedtime comes around, Milo’s absolutely tuckered out. Nate gives him his bath and gets him ready for bed, which gives you some time to yourself. You do a face mask and cuddle into bed with your kindle, a trashy reality television show playing on the TV. You make your way into Milo’s room after his two stories, give him a kiss on the cheek and say goodnight, before Nate puts him down.

Unlike last night, Milo falls asleep in seconds, and is out like a light. You smile, heart feeling full, and say to Nate: “He just missed his daddy.”

Back in you and Nate’s bedroom, after his shower he comes and lays his head down on your chest. Your hand immediately finds its way to his hair, combing your fingers through it and scratching his scalp in the way you know always calms him down. He’s freshly shaven, all evidence of the playoffs gone, humming humming contentedly as he burrows into the plushness of your chest.

“I’m glad I’m home,” he murmurs, voice muffled slightly. “I’m… upset, of course. That was probably the worst playoffs series of my career. But I’m home now, with you and Milo. And that’s all that matters right now.”

You kiss his forehead softly. “We’re glad you’re home too, my love. I know you think you’re defined by how well you play, but Milo and I don’t care. We’re proud of you no matter what.”

“That’s sweet,” Nate grumbles, “but that was embarrassing. Getting swept by Vegas? It’s not just that it’s Vegas, it’s… I wanted to kill that fucking goalie. I wanted to punch him so fucking bad.”

“I know,” you say, trying to soothe him with your tone and continuing to massage his head. His hands have formed fists at your sides, and all you want is for him to release that stress again. “Don’t beat yourself up over it. You tried your best, and that’s what matters.”

Nate huffs, eyes drifting closed. You know that nothing you say right now can make it better, can make him forget everything that happened, every move he made, every mistake.

From the very beginning of this series, Nate has made it his personal goal to make number 79 wish he was never born. You’d been so devastated when he was signed to VGK, horrified at the doors this could open, the implication that the things he did don’t matter because he’s “a good goalie.” Nate was heartbroken too, at what that meant for the league, and for the women that are hockey fans. He couldn’t even begin to fathom what it felt like for you, and other women who had to witness a man who did such a horrible thing, still being allowed to play professional hockey.

So the fact that Nate failed to take VGK out of the playoffs? You know it hurts, that he won’t let himself forget it until next year.

For right now though, he’s home. You and Milo have him back for the summer, and that’s all you’re going to think about. The first few days will be tough for Nate, but he’ll forget pretty quick. At least, he won’t dwell on it while he’s at home. Nate makes it a priority to be present when he’s with his family, which is something you appreciate more than words can express.

Nate falls asleep cuddled into you, arms wrapped around your waist, legs tangled together under the sheets. He looks so soft like this, so pretty and calm and relaxed.

You fall asleep to the sound of Bob’s Burgers playing on the TV, and Nate’s steady snoring. The next few months are going to be fun, both calm and chaotic, and you can’t wait. The summer is your favorite season for lots of reasons, but the biggest is that Nate is home with you.

It was a bittersweet homecoming, but you’re glad that he’s back. And even though Nate’s bummed about the outcome of the playoffs too, you know he’s glad to be home, too.

You couldn’t keep your eyes off of her. I mean, how could you with such a cute bundle of joy in your arms.

You had been in labor for a good eight hours, it was torture and nerve wrecking. You had your husband, Smitty, by your side the entire journey. From showing him the pregnancy test coming as positive to excruciating pushes you gave during delivery, he was there for you during all of it. And now the hard part of being pregnant was over, the two of you got to marvel at the sleeping daughter in your arms. You sat up in the bed, blanket up to your waist as the pillows Smitty had packed for you supported your back. Your baby girl wrapped neatly in blanket the hospital provided and a small pink beanie sitting on her head. Her eyes were closed and her eyelashes looked beyond adorable on her soft cheekbones.

“Can’t believe it,” You hear Smitty mutter next to you. You turn your head to face him, his eyes were slightly covered by his dark brown with grey strands but they were staring at the precious baby. Since you’ve delivered her, there hadn’t been a moment where you let go or even out her down at all, you just couldn’t bare it for even a moment. The look in Smitty’s eyes made you think other wise. You move your arms up towards him, letting him pick up the swaddled baby. He smiled wider at the realization as he took your daughter, cradling her between his arms, letting one hand use his index finger to soft brush over the little one’s soft, blotchy cheeks. His knees sway softly left to right in an attempt to rock the baby, planting a small kisses on her forehead. You and him couldn’t stop your lips from forming a smile wide enough to split your face in half. “Gosh, she’s so tiny,” Smitty said “Doesn’t even feel real.”

“That’s what I thought too,” You replied.

“Can’t believe were parents, y’know that’s the only time I’m glad we didn’t use protection.”

You pick up a the pillow that had been supporting your back pillow, pretending you’re about to throw it okay him but you wouldn’t dare to do it when holding her. “Jaren!” You softly laugh.

“What!? Just being honest.”

You settle back down and put the pillow back, “Way too honest.”

Smitty sits back down on the seat that he had next to you on the bed, “Look all I’m saying is that if you had told 10 months year old me that we’d be having a child, I’d think you were crazy.”

You knew Smitty wanted to be a father someday, it was just that he didn’t think that day would come so fast. He always made jokes, saying that he would drive them to soccer or even dancing practice no matter the cost, pack their lunch, be the parent guardian in school field trips. But now that it was a possibility for not just him but for the both of you, it just made you too all the more happier. After a while of swaying, you scooted over on the bed for space for the two of them to relax. Smitty was hesitant, always wanting you to have space and be comfortable but you didn’t mind and Smitty had no reason to decline the offer. He slowly sat down on the bed, careful not to wake the baby up. Once settled in, Smitty had one arm hold the baby up to his chest while the other wrapped around your shoulders and anchoring you. You leaned into his touch, his chest now acting like a pillow for you. “I’m pretty sure she’s got your eyes,” You softly spoke as to not disturb the baby, raising one hand to softly trace over the babies facial features. Smitty looked over at you and smiled, “That’s good, especially considering that she totally has your hair.” You both chuckled, already imagining your baby all grown up, looking so beautiful and cute. It made your heart swell.

You felt tears well up in your eyes and you suddenly felt bashful. Smitty moved his arm around you to help wipe off some of the tears that started to pour. “I know, it’s a beautiful thing isn’t it,” he said, “Being able to have a daughter, start a family, watching our baby girl grow into who she is. It’s all so wonderful.” You couldn’t agree more with the statement, Smitty always knew a way with words. By some luck, the baby had grabbed onto your index finger whilst still asleep. It was adorable enough to make your heart burst and make you burst into tears. Smitty only lightly chuckled at the sudden reaction, letting you sob into his chest as he continue to hold the baby in hand. He moved his other arm down to your back, giving you soothing rubs in a circular motion. “It’s okay,” his voice was as soft and sweet as honey, “Just let it all out, you’ll feel much better.” And you did, your tears began to wet Smitty’s grey shoulder and it felt impossible to breathe through your nose now that it was stuffy. You only pulled away when you heard the baby wake up, she made small little noises and you couldn’t tell if she was close into bursting into tears like you did.

Smitty handed back your daughter and you continued to marvel at her, it always felt impossible to not put all your attention onto her. You saw her eyes crinkle open, sharing the same soft, dark brown, curious eyes like Smitty did. “See told you she had your eyes,” You sniffled as you felt Smitty use a tissue from the table side to wipe your tears. It took you a while to fully stop crying and you were able to, problem was your eyelids were heavy and closing every other second. Smitty quickly caught onto this and was quick to take the baby away from you and place it in its own crib. You tiredly mumbled some words in protest but Smitty shushed. “Shhh, bae it’s okay,” He whispered “You need to get some sleep, she’ll be in the crib if you need her.” You mumble something groggy in agreement as Smitty got up from bed to get something. He handed you something and your felt your hand go cold from the object. You look down with a half lidded eyesight, turned out to be a cold water bottle. You opened a cap and drunk a good majority of the water before handing it back to Smitty for him to put away. When he got back into the bed, Smitty pressed a few buttons and you felt the top half of your head lean back down with the bed so you were fully lying down. He then reached below the bed compartments for an extra blanket, lying it over the two of you but just making sure you had more of the blanket than him. He held you by the waist as he brought you closer to his chest and you subconsciously nuzzle into it, enjoying the body heat he radiated off of him.

You hadn’t realize it now how tired you were. You felt like every waking second you were pregnant that you were tired, but this had been your breaking point if you will. It all came crashing down on you but not as hectic as you imagined it’d be. You pull away from his chest to look at Smitty’s face, his hair poured down his face and into the hospital pillows unearthed him. “Still can’t believe this happening,” You said “I don’t even feel ready for all of this.” It was all to surreal, despite the many doctor visits and the parent guides you had picked up and read, it all didn’t feel like reality to you and you always wondered if it was you being unprepared for all of this. Smitty moved a hand from your waist to hold your cheek, “I know but I’m here for you, we’ll learn together like I told you before. I’m never leaving your side.” And you fully believed, there was never once a time he failed that promise.

“Still,” You said, “Our baby girl is now a reality.”

“Did you think it was impossible?”

“No, just never thought I’d get to live out this dream we’ve had for a while now.”

“Well I’m glad we were able to fulfill it.”

A small smile appeared upon your lips again, “Me too.”

Smitty then slowly pressed his lips ever so tenderly on yours. It was soft and oh so sweet, like eating cotton candy. There was no tongue and it wasn’t needed, just an intimate kiss was enough for the two of you to be satisfied. Your hand moved up to his face, thumb softly stroking over his cheekbone where his light freckles lay. You pulled away and nuzzled into the crook of Smitty’s neck while he rested his chin ontop of your head, showering your scalp in more kisses. You were genuinely living the dream. Married to the man that practically saved your life, having a child with said husband and after finally waiting nine months, you got to meet her. You felt like you won the lottery and you were enjoying it, excited for what the future had planned for you and your new family.

And with your new family all relaxed, you all feel into a deep, much needed slumber.

“Yeah, that happens. Even with famous designers.” He paused to crack the door wider. “Come in and I’ll help you out.” You followed your long time companion into his room, unbothered by his clothes scattered across the floor. Austin stood behind you, calculating how to place his hands on you without causing discomfort. 

A beat later, one hand pinched the top of the zipper while the other held the pull. He yanked the pull down with more force than you had attempted, causing the teeth of the zipper to repel. As your dress began opening up in the back, you held the top close to your chest to prevent it from falling to your feet. Part of you wanted to drop your dress down to reveal your skin to him to show him that you were comfortable enough to be naked around him. There were other reasons that made you want to do this, yet you would never say them out loud. Nevertheless, you clung the dress to your frame.

Austin unintentionally held his breath as more of your bare back was exposed to him. He’d never admit to you, but he was always curious about how you looked naked. This curiousity didn’t stem from sexuality or lust, but rather from a deep love for you. You were always beautiful to him and he wanted to love you in your rawest form. He kept this feeling a secret from you out of fear that your friendship would diminish, even if it ate away at him in the dark of the night. 

The zipper stopped at your mid back. Austin’s hands quivered realizing how low they were on you. He slowly exhaled after holding his breath, still clinging to your dress.

“Well, problem solved.” Austin chuckled nervously. “Just needed a harder tug, that’s all.”

You happily suspired. “You are a lifesaver! I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Without a single thought, Austin blurted out, “Me neither.”

Caught off guard by his words, you lightly laughed, a small gesture that your friend secretly loved hearing. Realizing what he had said, he tried to apologize.

“No need to apologize. It was sweet.” Silence filled the air, only the sound of your breaths in sync to be heard. Then, Austin realized he was still holding onto your dress.

“Sorry, didn’t realize I was still holding on.” He released the zipper and almost simultaneously, you let go of your dress, flooding at your feet. Austin made no attempt to turn away. He knew he should have. But he didn’t. He couldn’t. 

You slowly turned around to meet his blue eyes. Austin gulped loudly, his Adam’s apple bobbing and his jaw clenching. Now that he finally saw you naked, he was more in awe with you than he had ever been. Your chest rose and fell as you stood before him. 

“You’re the most beautiful girl in the world.” 

Austin’s hand cupped your face, admiring all your features that he fell in love with. His lips slowly brushed against yours, causing you to meet his the rest of the way. Of course, the kiss was amazing. It was better than how you had always pictured it to be. In the back of your mind, you knew there would be consequences to kissing him. You knew you would be putting your friendship in jeopardy, along with his rising stardom. Yet, right now, all you cared about was living in that kiss forever.

When you finally parted for air, you already yearned to touch and taste his lips again. Austin felt the same way as he stroked your cheek. 

“I’ve always wanted to do that.”

“Me too.” In an instant, your lips smashed together with more passion. Austin leaned further into you to intensify the kiss, causing you to crash on top of his bed. You bursted into a fit of giggles as Austin hovered over you.

“Sorry, bub,” Austin timidly murmured, bumping his nose against his.

“Shut up and kiss me,” you commanded, yanking him by his chain to continue the kiss. Your best friend smiled against your lips, relishing your sweetness on his own mouth. He managed to part his lips amongst smiling and you grazed the tip of your tongue against his bottom lip. Austin opened his mouth slightly as an invitation to slide your tongue against his. Warmth flooded your body and your head spun as your tongues slowly flicked together.

“I love you, bub.” Austin pecked your lips once more before stooping down to your neck. “I’ve always loved you.” As he planted his lips against where your jaw and neck meet, you choked up a broken moan, tangling your fingers in his hair.

“I love you, too, Austin.” His teeth nipped your flesh and he gently nursed the skin until a mark of his love rose to the surface. Your vision grew blurry and your senses became fuzzy. He moved slightly down your neck, sinking into a new patch of skin. As much as you craved him to touch you more and give you the pleasure you only dreamed of in the dead of night, you needed a moment to take it all in before your head spun off its axis.

“Wait!” You abruptly exclaimed. Austin immediately stopped, leveling his face with yours. His face was full of concern and fear that he upset you.

“You okay, bub? Did I do something wrong?” 

“No, you did nothing wrong.” Your hand shot up to caress his warm cheek. “It’s just a lot for me to process, you know.” Austin nodded in agreement. “Can we slow down a bit?” 

“Yeah, absolutely!” Your best friend responded, plopping onto the bed next to you. “I’m sorry if I overstepped or anything.”

“You didn’t.” You flipped onto your side, gazing into Austin’s shimmering eyes. “New rule: no more apologizing for things you don’t need to apologize for.” 

The blonde man laughed. “Deal.” 

You were met with silence again. It wasn’t an excruciating silence. If anything, it was a peaceful silence, where you could enjoy the present with the one you loved. Your curiosity about you and Austin took over that peaceful silence. Now that you kissed him and confessed your feelings, there were endless possibilities to what could happen next.

“So, what does this make us?”

Austin flashed you a reassuring grin, tenderly cradling your hand in his. “We can worry about that later. How about we just stay here and cuddle?”

You smiled back. “I’d love to.” 

You curled up to Austin’s warm body, resting your head on top of his chest and wrapping your arms around his torso. Once you were perfectly snuggled against him, he snaked his arm around your shoulder and relinked his hand with yours. Being in his embrace felt like home and you could stay there forever. 

“Austin.”

“Yeah, bub?”

“Can you kiss me again, please? I really love kissing you.” 

There was no need for a final exchange of words. He tilted your head up towards him and dipped down to catch your lips with his. Now there was no place else you could be but here in his arms.

You slowly stirred, waking up from your sleep. You could tell it was later than usual and, fortunately, it was Chris’ day off. They happened once in a blue moon so you wanted to be selfish for once and make the most of it. You looked up and saw Chris’ beautiful face in a peaceful sleep, his eyelids slowly fluttering. You laid on his bare chest, snuggling closer for warmth. His arms wrapped around you and he gave a small sleepy smile.

“Morning, baby.” He whispered, eyes still closed.

“Hmmm, morning, bubba.”

You tilted your head forward to place a kiss on Chris’ soft, pink lips but was surprised when he suddenly rolled over. He was on top of you now, his burly body pinning you down. He peppered kisses over your face and neck, gradually getting lower, but before things could escalate, you felt a bushy tail by your face. You and Chris parted to find that Dodger had jumped up onto your shared bed, making himself at home, licking your faces.

Chris chuckled as he spoke in a soft voice.

”Alright, buddy, let’s get you some food and then we can go for a walk, m’kay?” his Boston accent seeping through.

He looked at Dodger with pure adoration in his eyes when he got a bark in response, a smile lighting up his face.

“I’ll come on the walk with you guys today.”

“That’s great, baby. But be ready in 20 and I’ll make breakfast. Love you.”

And with that, Chris strolled out of the room, Dodger following behind. Laughing quietly to yourself, you headed into the bathroom. After a quick shower and a brush through your hair, you found a pair of leggings and slipped them on, along with one of Chris’ t-shirts. Making you way to the kitchen, you were met with the sound of sizzling and the smell of your breakfast.

Chris saw you come in, clocking your outfit as a smirk adorned his face. He held you by the hips and gave you a soft kiss. You smiled into the kiss, never wanting it to end. It was moments like these that made your heart beat too fast and you felt a flutter near your core. Once you broke apart, you were both breathing heavily, staring into each other’s eyes, your forehead resting on his. You gave him one more chaste kiss before attending to the plated breakfast. The empty plate in the sink indicated that he had already eaten, in hopes of freshening up while you ate.

“I’m gonna go have a shower, then we can take Dodger on the walk.” At the word ‘walk’ Dodger barked, emitting a laugh from the two of you. As Chris walked away, back into the the bedroom, you playfully swatted his ass and he gave you a teasing offended look in reply, holding a hand to his heart.

......

Another 20 minutes later and you guys were all ready. Luckily, the autumn day was warm, with only a slight breeze. Dodger pulled Chris down their usual path, eager to catch pigeons and chase squirrels. You reached the park and looked around. Red, orange and brown leaves scattered the path and the green grass. A few flowers could be seen here and there. The sky was pale blue with a couple of clouds and the sun was shining down in beautiful rays.

Chris snaked his arm around your waist and brought you closer to him as you both watched Dodger running around in the grass.

“I love you, honey.” Chris whispered by your ear.

“I love you, too, bubba.” You replied to him in the same quiet voice.

You guys stood there for a bit, just enjoying each others’ company, before deciding it was time to go. Chris called Dodger back and he came bounding towards the two of you. This time, it was you who took his lead and walked him back home. He was slower this time, having used up most of his energy in the park.

You reached home and, immediately, went to the sofa. Chris plopped down next to you, Dodger at his other side. You got up to get a blanket and some snacks before curling back into Chris’ side. Chris had already put on a movie, opting for Beauty and the Beast.

......

Around halfway through the next movie, The Little Mermaid, Dodger had fallen asleep and the empty Chinese takeaway boxes were stacked on the floor. Chris pulled you into his lap, so your back was against his chest. He wrapped his strong arms around your middle and you placed your smaller ones over his. He trailed kisses down the side of your neck, shifting in his seat; you could feel him growing underneath you.

“You need more day offs, baby.” You breathily stated in between his kisses.

Suddenly, he picked you up as if you weighed nothing; you squealed and giggled but he wouldn’t let you down. He carried you to your bed were he made sure you guys weren’t interrupted this time.

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ok, so, this turned out way longer than i intended, but, hey! i hope you enjoyed! :)

-earlier-

“Henry, you really didn’t have to do all this. It’s too much! I didn’t give you nearly enough.” You already knew what his response was going to be; the man's love languages were touch and gifts. He adored you, of course you were going to be spoiled.

“You gave me plenty! I love it all! I can’t wait to tear into this kit!” You chuckled when he shook the box like an excited little boy. “Oh, uh… There is one more thing. I can just take it back though.”

“What? No you can’t!” He laughed as you sat up on your knees on the floor beside Kal, who still had the bow atop his head that Henry had placed there after opening his new watch.

“Are you sure? I wouldn’t want it to be too much.”

“OH! Henry!” You looked around, “where is it?”

He nodded his head over to your new purse. Opening it you discovered a small box wrapped with paper covered in the lyrics to “Jingle Bells”. You made a cute little excited noise and ripped into it. Your face became serious once you discovered what was inside.

Months ago while Henry was away filming you’d talked about this product you’d discovered. A product that he could help you use no matter where he was. He could control it from an app on his phone all he would need you to do was put it in place.

“Hen.” He could hear the lustful tone in your voice.

“Go on. It’s charged, and I've already downloaded the app,” you jumped onto the couch beside him. Taking the toy out he directed you, “the magnet goes over your panties to keep in place. Would you like some help?”

You bit your lip, nodding before lying back. This was fairly self explanatory, but the thought of him placing a vibrator against your slick skin made you even wetter. Positioning himself over you, he slid the toy into your panties. Not without first plunging two thick fingers inside your eager heat.

You moan as he worked them slowly. He withdrew them as soon as your head fell back. “Now, now, little one, what fun would I have if you came too soon, hmm?”

Calming your breath, you pout at him. “Aw, put that lip back sweetheart, you’ll have your fun soon enough. That is… if you’re my good girl.”

You whimper as he puts the vibrator into place against your swollen, needy clit. Settling back on the sofa, he opens the app, Henry places your legs over his lap.

“Ready?” You nod; sighing as gentle pulses course over your sensitive bud all at the touch of his finger.

Henry’s smirk grows wider as his ministrations grow more deliberate. His finger quickens and slows based on your breathing. Before long you were writhing before him, his free hand kneading your breasts. Pulling your shirt up to suckle your hardened nipples.

He backed off every time he thought you were getting too close; changing the rhythm, the speed or even stopping all together. Your moans reached a crescendo once he finally allowed you to come.

“God,” you panted, “I think this is the best gift anyone has ever given me!” Henry laughed and patted your thigh.

“Come on. We should get up; we’ve gotta get ready for dinner. And I have to do something about this.” He looked to his erection laying over his left thigh.

“Oh, I can think of something you could do with that.” Soon your shorts were gone, and his cock was being pulled free of his red and black pajama pants. Your body didn't offer any resistance as he lined up, sliding into you to the hilt.

He thrust into you with fevered abandon. Quickly, you were both coming undone. Feeling his body stiffen you wrapped your legs around him, pulling him in even closer. Feeling the ropes of his warm seed painting your walls, the pulses of his thickened manhood stretching you further made you cum once more.

Henry roared as you scratched your fingernails into his lower back. His teeth almost piercing your shoulder adding to your pleasure. Throwing your head back you scream his name.

Still inside you, you let him lie on top of you as long as you could while you traced patterns and love notes across his back. His head rested on your chest listening to the rhythm of your heart, his heavy eyes looking over the couch cushions. Truth be told he would have much preferred staying in your loving arms over going to the family dinner.

He was almost asleep when your soft, sweet voice roused him. “Hen? We’ve got to get ready, puffin.”

He grumbled playfully, but sat up, gently pulling away from you. You hated the loss of his warmth but you knew it wouldn’t be long before you could have him again.

Henry turned to help you stand, then lead you by hand to the bathroom. You watched as he started a shower, going out so you could use the restroom. He came back with the clothes you’d decided to wear, and your new toy.

Taking a longer than normal shower you held him to you for a while before the water started to cool. He bathed you, then himself. You were speechless, he would always take special care of you after, but this time was a bit different.

After the shower, while drying your hair you noticed him washing the toy. Turning off the dryer, you reached for your brush. Henry sat the vibrator by the sink.

“Be sure to put it back on before we go to dinner. I wanna see you try and hide your face while you come in front of everyone we know.”

Your eyes widen. “Henry! No!”

His devilish eyes taunting you as he walked back into the bedroom. “Take your time love, but don’t make me wait too long. You won’t like your punishment.”

You felt heat rising up your spine, making your cheeks and ears flush. You were going to really enjoy this evening.