Moore To Love
It was actually this picture that inspired this fic so I had to re-upload with the pic.
Chapter 1-
Wake Up Alone
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The first thing she noticed was the chill.
Could feel the cool night air wafting in through the window into the pitch black room, slipping over her and leaving goosebumps in their wake. The solid wall of heat her husband usually provided was gone.
She rolled over to her other side, rubbing her hands over the empty spot that should've held his slumbering body, feeling remnants of his body heat clinging to the cooling sheets like a phantom.
The next thing she noticed was the silence.
She hadn't heard this kinda quiet in over 10 weeks. No sounds of soft snoring or restless cooing, not even the wails and screaming she was getting used to.
Nothing.
Just the sound of crickets and owls singing their night song, the soft rustle of heavy branches being disrupted by the wind.
She gathered herself outta the bed, pulling her soft, worn moomoo down over her legs to fight the chill, and shuffled slowly out of their bedroom.
She crept into the dark hallway, heading for the nursery that was fully decorated with everything but a crib. She sighed softly as she peeked into the room, letting her eyes sweep over the lightly painted walls, the changing table, and finally over to the empty rocking chair.
She turned away from the room at the sound of rustling coming from further down the hall. She followed the light sounds down to the kitchen, the sight greeting her simultaneously melting her heart and setting her ablaze.
There stood her husband, shirtless save for grey sweatpants hung low on his hips, the tattoos on his arms and chest popping against his smooth brown skin, looking even more lush in the moonlight that streamed through the window.
In his burly arms, was their baby girl. Whimpering as she rubbed her tiny face into his shoulder restlessly. He had her held securely in one arm, while his other worked a pot of water on the stove, a glass baby bottle rattling softly inside.
“Hush all tha' noise. I know you hungry, Papa gon getchu right.“ he cooed softly, kissing the side of her soft, tiny little head as he bounced her lightly.
Annie leaned against the door jamb, watching her man and her baby dreamily, a contented smile pulling at her cheeks before she even realized.
She watched as he continued to bounce and calm their little girl as her impatient whimpers were starting to grow in frequency and volume.
“Hol' on, hol' on. Its almos' ready.“ he whispered fervently, as if she could comprehend what he was saying.
He always did that. From the moment their baby entered the world, blood stained and tear streaked and handed to an equally teary Elijah, he spoke to her like they were old friends.
Didn't use the baby voice with the nonsense babbling like some other adults did when they saw her. He talked to her like they had been doing it for years, and sometimes, Annie swore their baby did understand.
He fished the bottle outta the boiling pot, letting it rest on a nearby towel as he turned off the stove and shifted baby girl to the crook of his arm.
Taking the now slightly cooled bottle, pinching the tip of the rubber nipple and giving it a good shake, before letting a few drops land to back of his hand, testing the temperature of the liquid.
“Alrigh' lil mama, here ya go. Ya been waitin' long enough.“ he hushed, bringing the bottle to her little lips, puckered and ready. Grinning at her lovingly as she noisily gulped down the warmed breast milk.
“There ya go baby girl. Told ya Papa was gon getchu right.“ he laughed lowly, taking some of his fingers off the bottle to stroke them over her plump lil cheeks, marveling at the softness.
“Whatchu standin there watchin me for Mrs Moore?“ he asked just as softly, still looking down at the little squirming bundle in his arms.
She smiled to herself. She'd never been able to sneak up on or past him.
When they were younger and just starting out, still learning what it meant to be struck by the sight of each other and gutted by the absence, he'd show up seemingly outta nowhere, and always when she was missing him the most.
Even when she wasn't at her usual haunts or with her usual friends, he'd always know exactly where to find her and when.
Stack thought it was cause he could smell her from across a country mile.
”He like a bloodhound when it come to you Annie. Can't escape 'im, he'll just follow that sweet scent yours to wherever you at.“
She'd laughed good naturedly, and Smoke had sent his brother a glare so mean she thought Stack would explode. But he didn't deny it, didn't try to downplay his eagerness either. Just shot his brother a dirty look, and smiled shyly at Annie.
And her heart had soared.
She knew what the real reason was though. Had known it the moment they first met.
They were each other's destiny.
Fated to be together in this life and the next.
Their souls were tied together before they even knew it, bound to each other for eternity. And she knew you couldn't hide from your soulmate nor them from you.
“I woke up cold, wonderin' where my big strong heater went.“ she teased.
Walking over to them, stroking the soft inky coils on their babies head, accepting the sweet kiss he leaned over to give her.
“Mmm.“ she hummed, pulling back to look at her husband when the kiss turned heated. “Don' start nothin' you can't finish Elijah.“ she warned.
“Who said I can't finish it?“ he licked his lips, eyes trailing over her slowly, hungrily.
“Why is her crib in our room instead of in hers, hmm?“ she questioned back cheekily, her hands playfully crossing over her generous chest.
He could only suck in his lips and look off guiltily.
Annie laughed softly at her husband.
Everyone else saw him as Smoke, one half the infamous and ruthless SmokeStack twins. Known all over Mississippi and further for running everything from numbers to guns. The most feared pair of men this side of hell if you asked most.
But to Annie he was simply Elijah Moore. A man with pained, guarded eyes, but the biggest heart she'd ever found walking on earth. A gentle soul encased in a hard, unyielding body. A man who said more with few words than most reading from a pulpit.
To her, he was love incarnate.
“She ain' ready to be in tha' big ol room by herself yet Annie. She wake up an' don't see us she gon be scared.” Elijah said definitively, as if he'd heard it straight from the little 3 month old herself.
“She gon have to get used to it eventually. Easier now then later.“ she said stroking her husbands bicep enticingly. ”And how you gon' put me to bed if she in there with us?“
Elijah looked off contemplatively, then back at his wife, then down to his little baby girl who was now sleeping contently with a belly full of milk.
Annie could see it in his eyes when the decision was made up in his mind. She smiled lightly, taking the baby from his arms and resting her against her shoulder, softly patting her back.
“Move her crib back to her room and wait for me in ours.“ she rasped, looking into his eyes heatedly.
And like the good soldier he once was, he took his orders and did exactly as he was told.
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After laying their sweet baby girl down in her crib (that was back in her room, not theirs) with a prayer of protection over her, Annie made her way to their bedroom.
Tried to keep her pace light and unhurried, but on the inside she was on fire. The midwife had cleared them for intimacy more then 3 weeks prior, and truth be told she'd been ready, even before they got the green light from a medical professional.
But Smoke was so stubborn.
He wasn't about to hurt his wife, the mother of his child, the light of his otherwise dark life, for anything, not even his own desires.
Even after they got the all clear he wouldn't touch her, not in the way she wanted, the way she craved.
She'd catch him watching her, fists clenched, chest heaving, body humming with untamed energy like a caged panther. But he never acted, just made himself sparse for a few minutes, then he'd come back cool, calm, and flushed.
But she didn't want him collected and controlled the way he had been.
She wanted him feral.
She wanted him weak and needy with lust. The way she felt whenever his hot hard body was pressed against her, when he looked at her like he could eat her off the bone.
She made it to the door of their bedroom intending to take a deep calming breath that turned into a soft gasp at the sight that met her.
Stretched across their sheets bathed in moonlight was her husband. Butt ass naked.
One hand was thrown back behind his neck supporting his head while the other rubbed lazily across his wide chest and solid stomach to where his erection lay thick and heavy.
He cut his eyes to her slowly, beckoning her over.
”C'mere darlin. Been waitin' on ya.“ the hunger in his voice gave her the feeling he meant longer than just tonight.
She crossed the floor slowly, her eyes never leaving his as she crawled up from the foot of the bed stopping inbetween his sprawled open legs, taking him in breathlessly.
She settled down on top of him slowly, dropping her forehead to his, her hands rubbing eagerly over his shoulders, his arms wrapped securely around her, his hands stroking up and down her back.
”Mmmm. Missed this. Missed you.“ she moaned, grinding down into the hardness in his lap.
”Missed you too.“ he returned gripping her hip tight.
The air between them was hot and thick despite the cool breeze from the window. She brought her face closer, her nose brushing against his, their lips inches apart, sharing the same breath put pulling back before he could put his lips on hers.
He groaned at being denied the taste of her lips as she kissed across his cheek, nipping over his jaw down to his neck drawing more rough groans out of him.
“Don' tease me baby, I gotta be gentle witchu.” Smoke moaned as Annie bit and licked at his neck, his hands rubbing and gripping her thighs greedily.
She grabbed his throat possessively as she kissed up to his ear, stopping to lick and nibble it the way she knew drove him up the wall.
“I don' want gentle. I wanna feel you for days.” she breathed hotly into his ear, making the last strands of his resolve snap with a sharp hiss past his lips.
Instantly she was flat on her back with him on top of her, pressing her down into the mattress as their lips met finally, tongues tangling sensually.
Annie squirmed as he reached under her clothes to rub the soft plump skin of her thighs and stomach, pushing the garment up higher until he pulled it over her head, exposing her heaving breasts.
Kissing over her newly presented skin, over her neck, and her breasts. Stopping to pay homage to her nipples licking them intently, gathering the little droplets of milk on his tongue, and squeezing the fleshly mounds of her breasts, trying not to lose himself in her body and be mindful of her tenderness.
He knew she said she didn't want him to be gentle with her, but he also knew how wild they could get, baby girl was almost definitely conceived during one of their more lascivious sessions, he just didn't wanna get lost in the moment and hurt her if she was still healing.
But his body was having a harder time catching up with his mind, his hips and hands seemed to be working against his will, grinding into her vigorously and gripping her body passionately. Couldn't keep his hands or lips or tongue on one spot for long, wanting to feel and taste every part of her after been starved for so long.
Her needy moans and restless hips bumping her wetness against him was only making him feel greedier with need, his body quaking trying to keep as much composure as he could.
He licked and kissed from her breasts down her stomach to just above her mound, stopping to look up and into her eyes, finding her leaning up on her elbows looking at him with wide desperate eyes.
He kept his eyes locked on hers as he scooped his arms under her thighs, dragging her closer to his waiting mouth, dipping his head tongue first straight to her quivering sex.
Annie threw her head back groaning up to the ceiling, gasping moans torn from her throat as he continued to lick her in long, broad strokes.
“Damn ya taste even sweeter then before. Ya gonna feel sweeter too?” he panted. Sinking his hands deeper into her fleshy thighs pulling them open against her involuntary clenching, diving even further into her, her nails digging into the sheets head thrown back in a howl.
She felt lightheaded with lust, damn near delirious as she watched her husband feast obscenely on her. He was devouring her unabashedly, her hips bucking up into his fervent mouth uncontrolled, chasing the heat of his eager tongue creating a rhythm that was filthy.
“Pleeeeeeease.” she begged releasing her death grip on the sheet to grab at his head.
“Whatchu want baby? Hmmm? Ya can get anythin' you want when ya beg nice and pretty.” he pulled back running his finger through the wet silk of her, dipping it into her hole, entranced by the way she swallowed his finger into her warmth.
“I need you baby. Need it deep and hard.“ she pleaded helplessly, looking at him with eyes drunk on desire and itching for release.
”Then go 'head and come for me so I can give ya this dick jus' how you like it.“ he demanded lowly, pumping his fingers in faster, other hand pinning her bucking hips down as he sucked fiercely on her clit.
She gasped deep and surprised when her orgasm hit her, breath ripping from her morphing into wild uncontrollable screams of pleasure.
”There ya go. Good girl. Comin' so pretty for me.“ he praised, kissing his way back to her open panting mouth.
His fingers kept playing in her, thrusting and stretching into her opening, rubbing her clit over and over again.
She gripped at his arms desperately pulling him down to her lips, licking hungrily into his mouth, chasing the shared taste of them on his tongue. She dragged a hand down to his long suffering length, feeling the heavy weight of it in her hands before she started pumping him greedily.
”I need it baby. Don' make me wait anymore. Give it to me please.“ she begged the way she knew made him lose it, low and breathy, rubbing the weeping tip of him over her opening and up to clit, back and forth, making them both buck and squirm against each other.
He groaned deeply, shoulders rolling with barely contained tension, pushing back to watch when she finally pressed the wide head of him inside her, both of them groaning at the recoupling.
He had her legs held high, thighs pressed back into her shuddering stomach, pumping in shallowly digging deeper and deeper with each thrust, his head rolling back at the sweet heat of her surrounding him.
Annie was writhing at the unbearable pleasure of being filled with him again, the delicious stretch and depth of him ringing pleasured screams out of her.
“You takin it so fuckin good baby. So sweet.” Smoke moaned low and deep, mesmerized by the bouncing of her breasts and thighs with every hard thrust of his hips.
Annie's moans of encouragement and eager hands groping over this chest and arms, her eyes capturing him in her heavy lidded gaze spurned his strokes to quicken, her legs falling open impossibly wider.
“You gonna come for me?” he requested lowly, strokes growing faster, sharper.
“Yes! Yes Im gonna come for you 'Lijah don't stop!“ Annie wailed, hips bucking erratically, her walls quivering around him fiercely, stroking her through it until she stilled, panting wildly.
”Turn tha' ass over. I ain' done witchu yet.“ Smoke growled, flipping her onto her front, pulling her hips back until she was face down ass up.
She'd barely caught her breath before she felt his tongue in her opening again. Her eyes rolling back, lip caught between clenched teeth, and hands gripping into the sheets fiercely at the sensation of his tongue spearing into her and licking his way down to sucking her clit. Wide heavy hands coming down hard on a plumb cheek each time he pulled away with an obscene pop until she shaking and keening through another orgasm.
Annie collapsed onto the mattress sobbing messily, fleeing the overwhelming pleasure. The feeling of his warm rough hands soothing her stinging cheeks, the pressure of him pulling her hips up and pushing back into her had her recoiling from the over stimulation.
”Nah don' run from this dick now, you was just begging for it.“ he drawled filthily into her ear, pressing her shoulders down into the mattress, stroking deep into her, rocking calls of ecstasy from them both.
Annie could feel she was on the brink again already, the combination of having Smoke on top of her, inside her, all around her was turning her inside out.
Chasing the release she knew was so close she could feel it tingling at the base of her spine, bucking back into him greedily, his deep hard thrusts into her were pushing her higher, but she needed more.
She grabbed his hand from her shoulder and placed it over her throat flinging her head back to expose her neck to him.
She could sense his excitement in the way his once steady thrusting faltered, could feel his restraint in the way his hand flexed against her throat. She put her hand over his, squeezing lightly in reassurance, pulling him down over her back fully, the fingers of their free hands interlocking.
His thrusting picked up in earnest, knocking shaky pleading ramblings out of her as he groaned filthy words of encouragement back into her ear, flexing his hand over her throat powerfully. Her head thrown back eagerly, whimpering feverishly in Creole, the hot wet clench her around him, it all finally tipped him over the edge.
”Im gonna come darlin' you want it?“ growled in her ear, his hand tightening around her throat, feeling her pulse quicken with excitement.
”Yes please! Please fill me up I want it please baby!“ she pleaded deliriously, her orgasm slamming into her, knocking her breath out in desperate pants.
”Oh shit Im comin' baby!“ Smoke slurred, hips meeting hers erratically as he felt her fluttering around him, releasing his hold on her throat, the howl she let out at her release melting into his as he filled her over and over.
Stillness overtook the heated bedroom, the only sound the both of them fighting to catch their breathes and Smokes soft smooching kisses over her warm shoulders and down her back as he pulled out of her with a lewd squelch.
Annie remained face down and blissed out, listening to her husband roll off the bed, foot steps padding into the bathroom rustling about and returning moments later. She only moved when she was gently rolled over, eyes blinking sleepily, a satisfied grin playing at her lips as Smoke wiped her down lovingly.
He tossed the damp cloth to the nightstand, crawling back into bed wrapping himself around her back, kissing along her neck, shoulder, and cheek, pulling a happy sigh from her, stopping at her ear to whisper hotly.
”Don' get too comfortable. I told ya I ain' done witchu yet.“.
