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Sunday Morning, a typical day to be lazy as one could. Especially in the morning. With no rush to leave the bed, stretched out against the lush bedding. A cosy oasis of sorts. Warm, welcoming, and holding you captive – or so it would seem.

Rolling over to find the warm body of Sihtric replaced with a bouquet of pink tulips, you smile and reach for the flowers. The man moves like a ghost, no sound or trace. Quiet, as if he could float undetected throughout the house. A skill he had picked up over the years that had served him well, or so he told, yet never why or how he had picked up such a talent. You pull the flowers closer, inhaling the scent almost as vibrant as the colours.

On the pillow is a pink piece of paper, in Sihtric's near perfect handwriting you read : Breakfast in the garden, bring your smile and appetite.

Sihtric had a bit of a thing for breakfast in the garden, who could blame him? It was the most romantic space in your home. Although it was by no means big, it was tranquil and relaxed, when you stepped into the garden first thing in the morning – it was like the rest of the world seemed to disappear.

Picking up your robe from the chair next to the window, you peeked through the blind at the sun cascading through the trees, leaves moving in the breeze. A picture perfect morning to unwind and start the day in a slow moving fashion. Tying the belt of your robe, you take a second to enjoy the silkiness on your bare skin. Still not bothered to get dressed fully, after shedding your clothing across the bedroom at the hands of the handsome Dane in your kitchen.

The delicious smell from the kitchen greeted you, as your feet softly land against the cool tiles in the hall. You didn't have to say a word, Sihtric had heard the bedroom door open and was ready to greet you.

“Good morning.” Sihtric sang out, against the quiet classical playing in the background. Around his legs, as always, was the orange cat with the greenest eyes. Never far from Sihtric, Citron purred loudly.

“Good morning.” You sigh, placing the large bouquet of flowers on top of the work space. “I don't suppose you know how these got in bed with me?”

“Ah, it must have been the gnomes.” a smirk lighting up his face, his eyes sparkling – one soft hazel and the other a brilliant greenish. “Do you like them?”

“I do.” Pulling at the edge of the soft robe, you find yourself shivering despite it not being cold. You had been cosy in bed, leaving it had been a bit of a chore. Although, you were certain it was worth it by the look and smell of what Sihtric was up to.

“Breakfast is almost ready, I have your tea steeping, in the meantime why don't you head out and take a seat.” Dark curls pushed away from his face, as he concentrated on getting the omelette just right.

“Breakfast, flowers, and you've made my tea? Charming, aren't you.” teasing him, you place a kiss on his cheek and he winks playfully shooing you out to the table on the patio.

Four years since you had been set up with Sihtric, courtesy of your friend Thyra. Funnily enough, her husband Beocca seemed to hate Sihtric – but that didn't deter Thyra from assuring you that he was one of the kindest people she had ever met. One of the most handsome as well. Walking into the small cafe, you had been told that he was tall, with dark curls on one side of his head – odd but whatever – and the most charming smile.

Immediately you spotted a man with one side of his head shaved, the most gorgeous dark curls cascading across the other. A shy smile and a nervous stammer is how he had greeted you. Sihtric had been a bit skeptical, but he trusted Thyra. Even if he hated the idea of a blind date.

Thyra had raved about you, whenever somebody mentioned Sihtric and his life as a bachelor. Determined that the two of you would be the greatest couple, the sweet and endearing redhead had been right. Like most things, Thyra had a knack for being right. She also had a knack for being a wonderful matchmaker.

Two years together, Sihtric had asked you to marry him. A little over a year ago the two of you had gotten married in a three day celebration. Some how, you had allowed your friends to talk you into such a party. Never the less, it had been a grand three days. By the time it wrapped up on the Sunday evening, Sihtric swore that he never wanted to see another party so long as he lived.

Stepping out into the back garden, you can't help but smile when you see that Sihtric is already prepared. The table is set with an array of dishes, covered in linen tea towels to keep the bugs away. Had he gone out before you woke? Or had he been hiding pastries on the very top shelf of the pantry again? Often times, when he wanted to surprise you, he'd take the extra time to hide things on the very top shelf, knowing that you would never look there. Hell, even Sihtric needed a stool to reach the damn thing.

In the kitchen, Sihtric was content to hum along with Vivaldi's Spring from Four Seasons, as he finished off breakfast. You could hear him chatting away with Citron, as he often did. You would joke that in your home the level of priority for Sihtric was as followed : Citron and then Wife. Sometimes it would rank Citron, his motor cycle, then Wife.

Sihtric would hear you say such a thing and roll his eyes. Always insisting that you came before anything else, although some times Citron was first. But you definitely came in before his motor cycle.

You had married a clever man.

On the table was the Sunday paper, although you rarely read it, Sihtric would leave it out just in case you had changed your mind. Picking it up to read the dismal headlines, you sigh and let it fall back onto the table. The fluttering paper causing a soft thud as it landed back on the wood. The world was something to be desired, which meant hiding away in your garden was the perfect escape.

Back here where the real world was unable to reach you.

Sihtric had worked hard designing the perfect escape right outside of the kitchen door.

From the little oasis in the garden, you could somewhat see the backside of your neighbour's home. Their windows facing into your garden, yet hidden from ground level by the hedges that Sihtric had decided to plant. They would add a bit more privacy, he'd insisted they go in before anything else. Growing nicely, they certainly had been doing their job.

Birds chirping and the odd buzzing of a bee, breakfast in the garden was truly a good idea. Closing your eyes for a moment, you listen to the sounds. From the open kitchen window, you can hear Sihtric working away. Pans creating a dull clang, and the music softly escaping.

Lost in your own thoughts, you failed to hear the door sliding open. A slight startle when Sihtric's voice was so close to you, opening your eyes you look at your husband who has a wide grin.

“Did you sleep well?” Sihtric asked, calling Citron to the door.

Reaching for the tie out leash, Sihtric securely snapped it to the yellow harness that the cat wore. It was a gorgeous morning and Citron deserved to enjoy it as well. As usual, you rolled your eyes and smiled at the man you loved. He spoiled that cat.

“I did. Although, I really wished that you'd stayed in bed longer.” You smile as the cat wanders along the patio, searching for some bugs to hunt.

“I'm sorry, I was restless. I know that you don't sleep with me tossing and turning.” He apologised, kissing your cheek and giving your shoulders a squeeze. “Besides, I thought you deserved a nice rest. You were pretty exhausted last night.”

“And whose fault is that?” You playfully chide.

Leaning over your shoulder, Sihtric's lips inches from your ear, his breath hot on your neck. “I didn't hear you complain.”

“Never.” Shaking your head with a deep chuckle, you turn to look at him. His dark hair tousled and eyes bright, he is loving every second of this as he kisses you. “Now, since Citron is out, and I have been waiting, where is my breakfast?”

“Demanding.” Sihtric tutted and pouted. “I will bring it out in a moment.”

Disappearing back into the house, his kiss lingering, you peek through the door as he waltzes around the kitchen. Approaching the door with a large tray, piled with plates, a tea pot, and various other items Sihtric returns to the patio. Placing the tray down before you on the table, he extends his arms and smiles wide.

“M'lady. Breakfast.”

“Did you cook everything in the house?” You tease reaching for the tea pot, pouring your first cup of the morning. How you had survived this long, a mystery. Most mornings, nobody dares to look at you before a cup of tea.

“Not everything, but almost.” Reaching for a plate, he places it before you. Kissing your cheek, he gestures to your favourite omelette. “I wanted to make sure you had everything you needed. Besides, we both know that most of this is going to be eaten.”

“I swear, some days I wonder about you.” You tease, taking a sip of tea.

Sitting diagonally from you, Sihtric pours his cup of tea and blows out a breath. Pretending to be exhausted from making such a breakfast. In his favourite cat mug, he adds a tiny bit of milk to his tea and licks his lips. Much better.

Citron meowed from his spot under the hammock, where he had stalked a bug. Lazing in the shade, the yellow cat yawned and stretched out. Sihtric chuckled and raised in his chair, checking to make sure his precious baby was doing okay. Rolling your eyes, you smile at him and shake your head.

It was your second date that Sihtric had told you about his furry little friend. A small, yellow ball of fluff, Citron had almost fit in Sihtric's hand. You had caught on fairly early, if you were to keep the man, then you must accept the cat – done. Easy enough. You loved them both, how could you not?

“He looks happy.” You comment around a bite of breakfast.

“He is very happy. As am I.”

“Good to know.”

“Do we have any plans for today?” Picking up a segment of orange, Sihtric looks at you as if he expected you to have some sort of diabolical agenda for the day to come.

“Dishes? Maybe a nap after we devour all of this?” You smirk, wiping your napkin across the corner of your mouth. “Not really. Were you thinking of something?”

“Not really. Maybe stay in? Get naked? Watch a movie?” Sihtric raised his brow, a grin plastered to his face. “We could also go for a walk, but not naked, or the art market. Is that today?”

Promising to double check on the art market, after breakfast, you can't help but sigh in contentment. This has to be the near perfect morning.

“Gods, you are gorgeous.” Sihtric muttered, leaning back in his chair as he observed you.

Tea cup raised, as you looked out across the back garden, the morning sun hitting you at just the right angle. A soft sigh slipped through your lips, as you raised your cup of tea, taking a sip. Licking your lips and placing the cup on the saucer. Sihtric was enamoured and completely enchanted.

If you had heard his compliment then you were playing it cool.

Sihtric often said such things because he adored the way it would fluster you. You would sputter and roll your eyes, telling him that he was foolish, despite his insisting that every bit of it was the truth. Some times, he knew that you failed to see yourself as he did. In turn, he often times didn't see the same man that you did, when he stood in front of the mirror.

“You're silly.” You commented with a coy grin.

A gentle breeze rustled through the trees above you, causing your skin to raise with tiny goose bumps. Pulling the robe a little closer together at the top, you felt the breeze go straight through you. Leaning over to pour another cup of tea, it was then Sihtric realised that there was nothing between your body and the robe.

“Come over here and I'll warm you up.” Sihtric tapped his knee.

There were times when Sihtric would look at you with pure lust, akin to an animal pacing their cage and waiting to pounce. A man who was miles away as he watched you move. Like a man from another time and place, gauging what kind of intriguing and strange woman you were. As you stood, you feel his eyes roaming you.

Shivering, you pull the robe tighter cursing your decision to not get dressed, properly. Cup of tea in hand, you take a sip of the warm liquid and make yourself comfortable on his lap.

“Better?”

“Much.” You nod and kiss his cheek.

Hand sliding between the opening of your robe, Sihtric nudges your thighs apart with his hand. Cupping you, he grazes a finger between your folds, causing you to squirm against his hand. Breathing slightly heavier, you raise your cup of tea with a tiny tremor in your hand.

“Stand for a second.” instructing, he gently pushes you from his lap as you huff. Pulling down the front of his sweats, he releases his cock, looking at you with an air of innocence. Rolling your eyes, you should have known there would be a catch. Encouraging you to lift your robe before sitting back down, Sihtric smirks.

“Sihtric, what if people hear?” You hiss as you slowly lower yourself onto his cock. Your protest was weak and he knew it. God, how good he felt filling you. Each inch more pleasurable than the last as you stretched around him.

“If you behave, they will be none the wiser.” He shrugs, enjoying the feeling of your body on his.

This certainly isn't the first time that the two of you have sat out on the patio in such a state. One reason for the large hedges, you were certain, was for this very reason. One thing about Sihtric was his taste for – unconventional sex. Nothing too dramatic, a bit of cock warming while you sat out by the fire or indulged in breakfast.

Leaning forward to reach for your plate, you made sure to wiggle around a tiny bit. Sihtric sighed and steadied his hand as he tried to take a drink of his tea. The last thing he wanted to do was spill it and burn you. Placing his cup down with an unsteady hand, he clenched his fist and slowly exhaled, closing his eyes.

He is the one who put you into this position.

Now he would have to suffer his consequences.

Oh how he enjoyed that part the most.

Steadying your movements, you continued to pick away at breakfast. Neither of you bothering to address the fact that your husband was now nestled inside of you. Sipping tea and talking about the day to come, as if it were the most common thing. Sometimes, it was.

Licking his lips, Sihtric softly brushes a few pastry crumbs from your shoulder. You turn to glance at him, with a small smile. Offering the piece of cheese that you'd picked up. Inhaling deeply, you can feel every inch of his hard cock inside of you. From the outside it appeared to be nothing more than a couple, in love, enjoying the first meal of the day.

A hand placed around your waist, Sihtric sighs and subtly moves his hips forward. Moaning softly, you bite down hard into the piece of kiwi that was on your fork.

“Easy.” He teases.

“Is this your way of telling me that breakfast is over?”

“Not at all.” He reaches around you, picking up another piece of cheese and a slice of apple. “I don't know about you, but I am still ravenous.”

“Mm.” You hum and nod, shifting your hips to create a small amount of friction between you. “Okay then.”

“You are stunning.” His voice echoes in your ear, casting a smile across your face at the compliment.

Sihtric is taking this far better than you are. The longer you sit here, the harder it is to concentrate. Each subtle movement leaves you wanting more. Every breath, your eyelids flutter and you suppress a deep moan. As if last night hadn't been enough, you were ready for him to once again bend you over. Between your thighs, the bite marks from last night suddenly began to throb and your body grew warmer at the thoughts of how he had taken control, using you in whatever ways he wished.

Broad and muscular back hidden by that damn tshirt, you knew the scratches from your nails were still visible. The sharp bites that you had left against his ribs, followed by a fleet of kisses were no doubt visible too. In your head, Sihtric's voice, heavy with desire, as he had nearly begged to fill you. Opting to finish the job with him in your mouth, you had nearly crawled out of your own skin when he got lost in the moment, pulling your hair and fucking your face.

“Did you hear me?” He asked, kissing your cheek.

“Huh?”

“I was asking, after this, what should we do? You were miles away, though.” His laugh amused and his voice soft.

“I uh.” You feel your cheeks growing warm. Why not ask him for that you want? “I was thinking, do you have any idea how much I want you to knock me up, right now?”

“Y-you what?” His brow creased and his palms went clammy. “Really?”

“Why not?” Turning to look over your shoulder at your husband, your tone nonchalant.

“Seriously?” Taken back, Sihtric clears his throat and tilts his head in curiosity. What brought this on? Normally, you would huff at him and tell him, firmly, No!

“We've been talking about it.”

“Are you saying this to be funny, or being serious? If you don't want to then...”

“Sihtric, are you going to knock me up or not? We don't have all day. The neighbours will be home from church, soon. I doubt they want to walk into the back garden and see us.” Your voice holds a hint of humour.

“Maybe they'd like to watch?”

“Don't be an ass. Either you're going to cum in me or not. Make up your mind.” You lock eyes with him. “Before I change mine.”

Groaning, Sihtric's head leaned back as you began to grind your hips into him. Slowly riding against him, your body causing his to give in to whatever you demanded. Humming in the back of his throat, he nodded and closed his eyes.

He had been wanting this, almost, more than anything.

Albeit, he hadn't thought it would be over breakfast in the back garden.

Hands sliding inside of your robe, Sihtric rests his palms against your hips. Fingers pinching the skin, as he thrust upwards. Leaning back into him, you wrap your arm around his neck, bringing his lips to yours. Fingers tangled into the back of his dark curls, an airy chuckle escapes as he pulls you against him, doing his best to fuck you without knocking over the table or creating too much noise.

This is certainly a little riskier than you are used to. Moaning into the kiss, you feel your body pulse with each stroke he makes. Eyes closed, you can't help the squeal of pleasure that erupts as his hips meet yours. Each movement leaves you wondering how long this can last, how long the two of you can go, and whether or not you will be finished by the time the neighbours return from church.

One by one, the thoughts begin to make this even sexier than you could have imagined.

Sihtric had been dropping hints for months about wanting to expand your family, nervous about the idea of children, you had been holding him off for as long as you could. The sudden change of mind had been one that you'd been combing over for weeks. Whether or not it was the right time? Would you even be a decent mother? Whatever had shifted had done so in the blink of an eye.

A grunt and a soft moan, Sihtric couldn't deny how good you felt wrapped around him. Moving your body against his, you continue to lean into him. His mind racing and heart thumping against his ribs. Fuck he had waited for this moment.

“Fuck, this is the sexiest thing I have ever done.”

“You want to fill me? Make sure everyone knows who this belong to?”

“I can't wait to see you round with my fucking seed.”

“That's it, yeah, don't stop baby.”

His hips rose, thrusting into you. Trying your best not to scream out, the last thing you needed was a nosy neighbour hearing you and coming over. Or worse, calling about a woman in distress. You moan softy, grinding your hips to his. Hands splayed across your abdomen, Sihtric leans forward, biting down on your shoulder. Your robe stopping the sharp pinch of his teeth.

“Fuck, mama. I can't believe you're letting me do this.” He grunts and pushes his hips forward hard. Jolting you into the table, you grab the sides and steady it and yourself. “You ready to cum for me, kitten?”

“Y-Yes.” You nod and find your voice.

“Good girl.”

Holding you down, his cock deep inside of you, pulsing as your walls began to clench around him. A sparse sweat coating you, causing you to cool in the light breeze. Sihtric held back a shout, with one final thrust, emptying everything he had. Gods, he couldn't wait to watch you grow. The idea of getting you pregnant had been playing on his mind, everything about the thought drove him crazy and made him hard. On one end it was the aspect of knowing you were his and there was no denying it. On the other, a baby. Sihtric relished in the idea of being a father, someone to raise and send out into the world, to hopefully help it become somewhat of a better place.

“Shit, baby.” You whimper, feeling the combination of your orgasm and his leaking around the base of his cock, covering his balls and leaving the front of his sweats damp. “You really were excited.”

No intentions of moving from your spot on his lap, you take a moment to catch your breath, adjusting the front of your robe as to not flash any neighbours. Reaching for your slightly cooled tea, you gulp it down enjoying the blissful feeling of his wet cock still inside of you – where you fully intend to keep him, until after breakfast.

“Holy shit. Babe, did we just...” Chuckling in disbelief, Sihtric's sweaty forehead rests against your shoulder. Leaning back into him, you feel the small sigh slip from your lips. Lips brushing against your shoulder through your robe, he hums. “Well, breakfast may be cold, but I feel like we've worked up that appetite.”

“Maybe we need to finish breakfast and go shower?” You muse, picking up another orange segment, taking a bite and offering the rest to Sihtric.

Taking the rest of the orange, he chews thoughtfully, followed by a grin. “We could skip the shower and go straight for that nap.”

“Or we could finish breakfast and head out for a walk? I am sure there is a quiet place, under a tree where we could...relax?” Your smile devious and your eyes bright. “I could sit on your lap and you could read to me?”

Gnawing on his bottom lip, Sihtric rolls his eyes. “You are the best and worst influence that I had ever had. Remind me, on our anniversary, I need to send Thyra a thank you card.”