Field of Paper Flowers

Sally Morrow || 30 || Les Soldats || Getaway Driver "Imagination is the only weapon against the war of reality"

[alaricmorrow]

Alaric’s eyes shifted to her blue ones when Sally spoke out loud, himself having to take a deep breath as he felt his eyes water, instantly the back of his hand wiping whatever had managed to form, his fingers scratching his eyes to stop it. It wasn’t like he was ashamed of it, crying, or that she had never seen him cry before. He was transparent with her, even in his weakest moments, himself having cried in his wife’s arms when one of his friends died. 

But it wasn’t shame. It was the single realization that she was more broken in that moment than him, and he couldn’t take the luxury of falling apart when he had to hold her together.

He couldn’t cry in front of her, not now. But he wasn’t one to lie to her either. “I did” he said softly with a gentle nod, his hands taking hers in his once again, his fingers gently intertwining with hers as he looked at her. “It was all so sudden I couldn’t really think straight. I truly don’t know how I got here so fast” he admitted, his nerves taking the best of him as he was a walking nervous wreck, which was news coming from the man who was used to have everything under his control and power.

He was also angry that he couldn’t do a single thing to help her ease the pain while sitting there, which was eating him alive slowly. And it was one reason for him to have his eyes so red as he did. “I really, thought the worst” he said, the feeling growing from the deepest spot in his guts as the time passed and the minutes turned into hours while waiting sat in a room full of strangers without an answer. His hand had to wipe out whatever threatened to fall from his eyes, taking a deep breath as Alaric reminded himself that he was indeed in the same room as Sally and that she was alive.

“I’m just so glad you’re okay” he said finally after taking another deep breath, himself leaning a little closer to her, just to press a gentle kiss on her forehead before he sat down once again on the chair. His hand never letting go of hers, as he sat there looking at her. “I know it will be a long time before you leave this place” he started, knowing she hated the idea of having to stay in a hospital, “But I won’t leave you until you are allowed to leave. I’m not moving from here” he said before pressing his lips against the knuckles of her hand. 

“Even if that means that I will have to figure out ways to entertain you while you are here” he said as a gentle smile formed on his face, almost hiding behind their tanged hands.

[sally-leanne-morrow]

Sally watched as Alaric explained himself, her heart feeling as if it was breaking in the process. She could see behind the tired fog of her sight that his eyes were beginning to redden again a new set of tears pooling on the rim of his eyes. If it weren’t for the fact that she was currently being pumped up with pain medications that made her lethargic and her head was tremendously pounding, she probably would’ve started crying too.

But she remembered promising the doctor as well that she’ll keep her hear rate calm and one couldn’t do that if crying was involved. 

The ginger just hated seeing Alaric like that, so broken and worried. He looked awfully distraught and that made her chest tight. She was so use to seeing her husband being so kept together, watching his ego grow and more each day, and now this part of him was so heart-breaking to see. It hurt. “I’m so sorry.” She whispered her words because she hardly had the strength to speak in a normal pitch voice. Speaking words was proving far too hard of a task. 

But how she wished that she could if only to take that anguish look from his face. Sally didn’t want him to worry so much about her anymore. Of course she knew that it all looked bad... She had tons of stitches, was hooked up to IV fluids and even antibiotics left and right and she didn’t even want to look at the surgical bandage that wrapped around her abdomen. That was all enough to make anyone worried and now her voice was only making matters worse, but she was so tired, even her eyes felt heavy to her. 

“I never meant to end up here... and I’m so sorry you had to go through all of that, Alaric. I would never want that for you. I hate seeing you like this....”  When his hand returned back into hers, she gave it a soft little squeeze of affection. It wasn’t much, but it was the best she could do, and when he kissed her forehead a small smile fell over her lips. She loved him, she really did and him being so close to her was all she needed at the moment. 

“You’ll have to leave though to grab some clothes... and for work—” She paused a moment there. Work, the Sidera were kind of the reason why she was in this mess of a situation now that she remembered the accident clearly, but she couldn’t exactly go and tell Alaric that.... not after everything he was going through already, so Sally just continued on speaking. “I’m sure I’ll be the source of entertainment. Once I’m a little more energized, I’ll be feeling the pain medication and we both know how that went the last time.” 

[sally-leanne-morrow]

alaricmorrow:

Alaric had resolved to end up kneeled at the door, both of his fists giving up at the banging as they rested against the door, his forehead as well as he stood there, waiting for anything. He was almost believing he wouldn’t even be able to see her at all that night, the thought only causing for him to swallowed the lump that formed on his throat, tears of angers already flowing down his cheeks as his own frustration got the best of him. 

But his ears caught the noises of steps from the other side and his face immediately lifted, eyes glued to the door. He wasn’t sure what to expect though, telling to leave and come back somewhat later, or that they would call security on him. All he wanted was to see Sally, nothing more. But when the doorknob twisted, his legs woke up to let him stand straight, his eyes focused on the nurse that greeted him when the door opened. But his eyes instantly searched for Sally’s when the door was completely opened.

His feet took him so quickly, he didn’t bothered with the nurses that told him something, he didn’t listen. He only wanted reassurance that she was there, she was alive, she was okay, his hands telling him that when he finally took a gentle hold of her wife’s as he finally could stand by her side. A deep breath of relief came out of him as he was finally next to her, and the uncertainty feeling he had to deal with all night left him in an instant. 

Despite what many nurses told him not to do, Alaric ignored them as he leaned his body closer, just to hold her, as careful as he’d ever been with her, one of his hands settling at the nape of her neck, letting her forehead rest against his shoulder, his own as well as he tried to keep himself together and not collapse in tears right there. “Please, don’t ever do this to me again” he whispered in a rather shaky voice as he simply held her close to him, his hand careful not to add any pressure were it wasn’t needed, not wanting to cause her any more pain than what she already had gone through. His lips gently pressed a kiss to her forehead before pulling away when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

Sat on a chair he listened carefully to every little detail her doctor said, as he now had a complete description of what exactly had happened to her. He took special attention when he explained about her heart rate, himself sighing as he was told she would stay at the hospital for a bit, until her wounds healed enough, especially her internal ones. It didn’t took for all the strangers to finally leave the room, hearing each one of them leave once they had made sure everything was fine. 

Alaric pulled his chair closer to her bed, until he could comfortably lean over it. His hand took a gentle hold of her left one, closer to his reach, as his thumb gently caressed her knuckles, before clasping it between his hands, near his face as he now had the chance to take in everything that had happened to her, his inspecting eye taking every single detail. And he saw it all. He saw just how many stitches she had, bandages, all the IV’s connected to her, the machinery. But what he noticed more, were her eyes, and just how red they were from all the crying.

He had to take a deep breath so he wouldn’t let any tears of pain to get out of him, pain of seeing her like that, pain for not being able to be there sooner, pain for not being able to avoid her all that suffering. Pain because she had cried and he hadn’t been there to comfort her. His own red eyes watching her carefully as his lips pressed a gentle touch to her hand.

Sally wasn’t so sure if the doctor had believed her words, if he even bothered to hear a word of her request. The pain medication she was under made her feel lethargic not to mention the severe pounding that was rushing through her head from what she could only assume must’ve been an injury she accrued in her head, slowed things down even further. Needless to say, she felt very weak far too weak to decipher what was possibly going on in the doctors head. 

The ginger just wanted Alaric. She wanted him next to her, so that he could see that she was okay.... or well at least alive. She could tell that he was terribly worried and that was eating at her heart. How was she suppose to remain calm if she couldn’t assure herself that Alaric was oaky?! He always came first to her, always and if he wasn’t okay there was no way she was going to be. 

Thankfully, the doctor seemed to have read that in her eyes as one of the nurses opened the door to her room. Immediately, Alaric came sweeping in the familiar warmth of his body instantly enveloping her owns in the most careful and gentlest of embraces. Her head immediately fell into the crook of his shoulders, a fresh set of tears coursing down her eyes, but even with the crying her heart rate had begun to slow down. Maybe to many that would’ve been odd, but Sally felt the most protected and safe in Alaric’s arms. When he was with her she knew everything would be okay, even in this god awful nightmare of a night.

“I’m sorry.” Sally whispered her voice thick from her tears and sounding so weary and exhausted. The heavens knew that she never meant to cause her husband so much distraught and fear, never to him, especially when he was one of the most fearless men she had ever meant. That served to brake her heart even more. 

She wasn’t able to stay long in those thoughts, however or enjoy the tender touch of his fingers as Alaric was pulled away to be placed on a chair. True to her word, the ginger did her best to maintain her heart rate as the nurses gently helped guide her back down to her pillow because she was too weak to try and do so herself. At this point, everything was so draining and hazy in her head it was hard to truly put together what the doctor was saying.

Surely Sally should have grimaced when he described some of her injuries, but she was just happy that everyone was leaving. She could pick up at Alaric bringing himself closer to her bed, his hand now grabbing a hold of hers gently. The ginger looked at him now, her eyes heavy and her head still searing. She could imagine that she had to look like a fright, but what had caught her attention was the redness in Alaric’s eyes.... had he been... crying? 

“Were you crying, Alaric?”  

[alaricmorrow]

Alaric’s fingers had resolved to hold his head while digging his own fingers into his scalp, the ticking of the clock becoming eternal, loud and mostly the only noise he could hear at that moment. It was like some sick and twisted joke someone was playing on him, himself staying still as time passed while he didn’t know a single detail of what was happening behind the doors below the surgery unit. His eyes were red and puffy, already out of tears to shed at that point, the skin of his cheeks dry and salty from the remain, they hurt, his head hurt, his spine hurt from being curved for a hours already. 

And everytime the doors opened, his head shot up eagerly for any answer only to hang once again when the outcome wasn’t for him to hear. Alaric just didn’t know what to think, if he even wanted to think, to dwell the outcome, to even conceive the possibility Sally wouldn’t get out of that one. He didn’t wanted to even grasp the concept at any cost, rather just kicking it farther and farther away from him as the hours passed and his fingers got colder. But when he actually heard his name out loud, his joints came to life as he stood up straight in a second, a doctor coming his way with news to him. And he couldn’t remember any other chance he felt like he had managed to swim up an infinite sea to fully breath in much needed air.

Sally was alive, she was out of the surgery and she was sleeping. And it was only because he was direct family that he would be able to see her in that moment. He took as many deep breaths as he could, feeling like he had been choked for years and just now freed from the hold around his throat. He followed suit as the doctor guided him towards her room, and only when he left him alone in front of the door did he let reality hit him straight in the face. Alaric wasn’t sure what was waiting on the other end of the door, his hand shaky at first as he reached out for the doorknob, holding it just for a second as he took a deep, deep breath, collecting his wits, keeping himself together before slowly opening to see inside.

He surely wasn’t expecting the noises from every machinery attached to her to suddenly rise up and the scene before him, his eyes instantly clouding with worry. And he would have done something weren’t for the fact that before he could even think to take a step a troop of nurses rushed in the room, passing right beside him. And it surely hadn’t registered when suddenly those same nurses were pushing him out of her room. And that woke him up. “Let me go, let me go! I want to see me wife, don’t touch me!” he screamed as he was outnumbered and he physically couldn’t get pass them to get to Sally until the door was closed and his fists banged against the door until he couldn’t do it anymore, only to begin melting, tired, hurt, sad, frustrated, blaming himself for not being able to keep himself together in that very moment.

[sally-leanne-morrow]

A bigger wave of confusion and panic began to seize Sally’s body the moment a troop of nurses came rushing into her room. They all speeded beside her each nurse tending to a different section of her body. The doctor came rushing in as well his focus solely on the ginger. She looked at him then, her eyes wild with fear as her pulse quickened further and further her head feeling like it was constricting tighter and tighter inside of her. “Wh-what’s happening?” 

Her voice was quivering soft and filled with fear. The doctor could sense it clearly as he spoke with her his voice as calming as possible. “Miss, I am going to need for you to remain calm. Your injuries cannot sustain the quickening of your heart rate. You are safe at the moment you have no need to fear.” Sally’s eyes grew wider... injuries? What was the man talking about?! “I-I don’t get it... what- what am I doing here?!” 

The tears began to fall now streaming down her eyes like the flow of a river. She couldn’t remember what had brought her to the hospital. Why there were nurses checking her abdomen and her vital signs while others assessed her head as well as the stitches she now saw in random sections of her body. What the hell was going on?! The doctor looked at his patient sternly reading the panic and confusion that had settled on her features. “Miss, what is your name?” He needed to know if her memory was intact, of it was she oriented to her current situation?  Normally, Sally would understand the reasoning behind this doctor’s question because she was very aware of medical procedures that occurred in the hospital, but now she was far too confused and panicked to understand anything.

Her name?! What the hell?! She knew what that was! “Miss, this is very important for me to know.” She looked at the doctor a moment, clearly questioning his question. “It’s Sally, Sally Vand—” She stopped then. No, not Vanderwaal it was Morrow now. 

And that was when everything hit her. 

The ginger immediately sat up. Ignoring the waves of nausea that hit her viciously because of her instant action. Oh god, Alaric! Did he know?! Has anyone told him?! Her heart was quickening even worse now the doctors eyes growing alarming. “Miss Vanderwaal, please your heart rate!” “It’s Morrow.” She snapped correcting the doctor immediately. “And my hus—” The minute she was about to finish asking if he was told anything, she heard him yelling. He must have been rushed out the room in the midst of her confusion. 

She could hear him pounding his fist angrily against the door, her heart sinking as a fresh set of tears began to course down her cheeks. “You-you have to let him in he’s outside!” She spoke once again pleading with the doctor. “Miss Morrow, my only concern at this moment is your heart rate if it cannot calm down we will have to sedate you. It’s paramount that you remain calm.” 

Sally felt her throat constricting from the tears that were running down her eyes. “I’ll calm down I-I promise, but I-I can’t if I know he’s right outside. I-I p-promise I’ll calm down and I know what happened I do I really do. I-I got shot and ended up in a car accident. I- remember and I’ll-I’ll calm down just please, please let him in.” The doctor looked at his patient sternly a moment catching the truth in her words before motioning for one of the nurses to open the door.  

[alaricmorrow]

The nervous wreck that had taken over him, that could clearly be read as a panic attack if it weren’t for the fact that, well, it was him, had managed to make him move at a speed he hadn’t even realize, himself facing the elevator. But his legs dragged him to the stairs as he couldn’t even think of just standing there and wait for the first floor to open, not when he felt like any second an explosion inside him would destroy everything in front of him, like a grenade that would only end up leaving him worse than he already was and felt. The floors that separated his apartment with the parking lot were gone in a matter of seconds, as Alaric jumped and run to get where he needed as fast as he could. He ignored his own fast breathing, his pulse fastening, the cold sweat been nothing but a side issue to the important task at hand. Getting to the hospital as fast as he could.

But his icy fingers were shaking, a lot, as they fought to get a hold of the keys that even managed to fall to the floor where his car was. He cursed, and growls under his breath, only to take a deep breath to calm himself enough so he could properly drive a car and get a hold of himself for the minutes remaining. Alaric wouldn’t have been able to tell just how fast did he got his car out in the street, managing to do it so swiftly, might he add, but all it mattered and all his eyes could focus on were the street lights and how fast they were passing, almost in a blur. But could have been because his own eyes were covered by a layer of angry tears that ran down his cheeks when he couldn’t contain them anymore.

He could feel it. The pain of anger and frustration down his throat, that lump that didn’t let him breath or swallow, that sensation of being powerless, not being able to do something, to avoid what happened. The guilt was eating him alive as each second, and red light passed. His teeth were trembling, his knuckles were going white with the tight hold they had on the wheel. He re heard the words from the call over and over again in his head, every single detail, almost as he had been there and yet he felt like being tightly tied to somewhere that left him unable to move, and that simply tearing him to pieces. 

It wasn’t until he saw the hospital and the closest empty spot that reality suddenly hit him hard, and that hurt more than any punch or kick he had ever received in his life. Alaric jumped out of the car, slamming the door behind him as he run to the main gates to the lobby, his eyes looking for any source of information as he saw the nurse behind the counter. His head was pounding and he wasn’t sure at this point if it was the anger, the hollowness of not knowing what was happening, or just the fact that he had to just stand there and wait for answer he needed for yesterday.

“Where is she. Wh-Where’s my wife” he asked, pleaded, demanded, even stuttered as he leaned over the counter to ask any detail or whatever he could use to go to where Sally was. Frustration seeping through his very skin as his fingers dug into his head with the realization his own mental wreck of a mind hadn’t even allowed him to say her name out loud. “Sally Morrow, where is she, wh-what happened?!” Alaric hadn’t realized he was screaming until many people came to him to try and calm him down, as if they could he thought, himself becoming more desperate, pleading in tears for any detail while clinging to the closest human. But when the many details of what had actually happened to Sally was when he felt like by each inch he was walked toward a waiting room, a piece of him fell and was left on the road, himself not able to hold himself together any longer, but resigning to wait, and feel every passing of the clock as his head rest on his hands, Alaric Morrow feeling more powerless than he ever felt before.

[sally-leanne-morrow]

Surgery had lasted for some quite time, not that Sally had been even aware of a minute of it, but apparently she had suffered from major internal bleeding from various parts of her body. On top of the bleeding, a piece of the car had penetrated her lower abdomen and thankfully only perforated a bit of her intestines, which was a good thing since it could’ve hit a major organ. 

Her head in the end, had actually been affected as well. It seemed that on impact she had managed to slam it against something and that of course added to some bleeding as well internally... thankfully the surgeons of Regium were phenomenal in their jobs and had caught all her injuries with sufficient time to handle them all. 

There was all also her gun shot wound, a straight through and through right below her left collar bone, thankfully again, managing to miss her heart. Lastly, she was showered with cuts naturally from all that occurred, some very deep that had adorned her with a slew of stitch work. 

Healing was going to be a long and painful process. 

None of that seemed to be on the forefront of Sally’s mind when she finally did manage to wake up post surgery. Hell, she was hardly aware that she was in the hospital... everything was still so very foggy in her head that was currently pounding. What... had happened...? 

She began to look around the white adorned room confusion and fear beginning to settle in, not as deep since the pain medications were hazing things up a bit, but enough to increase her heart rate and cause the machinery to make noises. Her pupils were moving rapidly tears beginning to coat the rim of her eyes. Where was she?! What had happened?! Why was she hooked up to machineries and IV lines?! 

Sally felt panic creeping inside of her and she wanted to sit up but she couldn’t her body felt far too heavy and everything was woozy so she did the only thing that she could do at the moment, she started to cry.     

[alaricmorrow]

Alaric couldn’t remember just when was he ever so comfortable sleeping, but he surely had an idea that having his wife cuddled close to him and warming him during that cold night of autumn surely had something to do. Of course, none of those moments ever lasted, not even a full night as he heard the noise of her phone ringing and all Alaric could do was simply squeeze his eyes and dig his face into the pillow and hope to anything that maybe, just maybe Sally would ignore it.

But as it was, that never happened and next thing he knew was that she slip away from his arms, barely waking up and getting ready to go out for a task. It wasn’t like he could just go back to sleep. He had gotten so used to have her presence close that now without her warmth he was just a lying half awoken mess of a grown up. Getting up as well Alaric made his way to the kitchen, while rubbing his eyes as he prepared Sally a thermos with coffee. She might as well be wide awake and not a zombie. He gave her the thermos before kissing her back, his arm slipping around her waist to hug her close as his sleepy eyes were giving him away, his lips pressing against her forehead. “Be careful” he said before letting her go, watching her walk through the door.

Since sleep wouldn’t be any close to coming back to him until she was back, some reading would keep him distracted enough until Sally was back home. He had gotten himself comfortable on the bed, taking her book in his hands and reading one more time, as he had read her book plenty of times, yet never got bored of it. He was already 20 pages in when he noticed the time and that was when his stomach turned. She never took so long, and even if she did a text would come to let him know she was late. It was like no one was telling him what was going on, but deep his guts were telling him that something was wrong. Alaric stood up only to start pacing around the room, his hands suddenly turning ice cold, fingers running through his hair, rubbing his face and neck as if the motion would calm his uprising nerves, but it wasn’t working.

He could go out to the night and, find her? Look for her? None of the choices seemed like they would give him a solution but the voice at the back of his head told him that doing something was worth than nothing. He was just getting a hood on to walk out when his phone buzzed on his pocket, and it was then when he felt himself weak at his knees. His hand began to shake lightly as he watched the unknown number, swallowng a lump in his throat before answering.

And the call was one he never hoped to ever get.

He was suddenly out of breath, throat closing, blurry vision, cold sweat down his back and his pulse fastening with every word he heard from the hospital Sally had ended after the car crash, and he had to find something to lean on as he felt like he couldn’t breath while helplessly listening. But once he had a place, his body seemed to remember how to move as he grabbed his keys and ran as fast as he could to his car.

[sally-leanne-morrow]

The next couple of hours were a mixture of blurred in and outs from Sally’s mind. Everything felt like a painful jig saw puzzle. She remembered blacking out, losing consciousness against the searing pain of the bullet that had entered her body and caused her to lose control of her vehicle and enter an accident. She remembered the raging agony that seized control of her entire body the moment she felt the impact of the car.

Maybe that was why she passed out? Her body couldn’t handle the instant waves of pain that seared over every single nerve, so her mind had taken over to shut her down and release her from that torture, or maybe she had hit her head on impact. The ginger wasn’t sure. 

She had no idea what injuries she had sustained, where she was cut, what bones were maybe broken, muscles torn, how much blood she had lost, if she was even bleeding at all, or whether she had a concussion or not, she didn’t know...   

When she had first opened her eyes, she remembered seeing hands all over her as the smell of disinfectants was consuming her senses. She was in... a stretcher? And it was moving pretty quickly, she can see a couple of men pushing it in high speed, and for some reason she wasn’t feeling much of the pain. It could’ve been because of the pain meds she sure they had running through her, or maybe it could’ve been that she was still so completely dazed out that the pain wasn’t hitting her either way that was seeing images just quickly passing by. 

One of men had spoken to her.... tried to get her to say her name? But the ginger couldn’t respond she had an oxygen mask over her, and she felt so lethargic... she felt herself slipping again, the voice of the men dimming and seeming further apart. She knew they were trying to keep her conscious but she was slipping too fast and that had been the last thing she remembered before blacking out again and being whisked into the OR for surgery. 

[sally-leanne-morrow]

It had been a normal night, as normal a night as it usually is for Alaric and her. She was asleep, peacefully if she may add and comfortably since her husband was warmly holding her close to him. Of course, whenever any of the two were having such a wonderful sleep, their cellphone killed it all and that’s exactly what the ginger’s phone did. 

So, here she was awake now, which took a bit of a process because she was terribly groggy but she pushed through the thick fog of it all. She got herself dressed, grabbed some keys and gave Alaric a quick kiss goodbye because the moment she had gotten up he had as well. It was just how they both were, unable to sleep without the other one around. Smiling at him she gave a soft hug. “I’ll be back in a little bit.” She reassured him before leaving the door. 

The only thing was she didn’t expect for her words to be wrong. 

It was suppose to be a clean and simple get away, that was it, nothing the ginger hadn’t done before. She waited in the stolen car until who she needed to come in came in. It was all going pretty well until she noticed that she was being followed. Immediately, she began to shake the other car out of her tail, something that was easy to do when you knew the city like the palm of your hand, but the the car following was realizing that they were losing her and that’s when the shooting began. 

Before Sally knew it, she was having a shoot out car race with the members of the other criminal syndicates, Sidera. Perfect. The people in her car were shooting as well as those in the Sidera car. Luckily, the ginger was a fantastic driver and had tons of tricks up her sleeves, which succeeded in getting her away, however while in the midst of all the chaos, at the last moment she had gotten shot from the other car. 

The last thing she remembered was her loosing control of the gear, a white raging pain searing hot and angry through her body and her car crashing head on with an on-coming truck. After that everything had gone black... 

[sally-leanne-morrow]

alaricmorrow:

Alaric’s triumphant smirk stayed in place as he finally achieved his goal, which was leaving his wife completely melted against his fingers as he watched her come down from her high, his face pulling away to look at her, his dark eyes locking with her blue ones while his tongue tasted the flavor of her on his lips, his fingers sliding out of her just to wipe his chin. The sight before him was surely one he always loved to see, and since he was clearly with a much held together state of mind, he could catch and appreciate more just how Sally stayed in a daze from all he had managed to provoke in her. The sound of his name in the middle of her climax was probably his favorite, and it was surely one he was more than fond to her as many times as possible. “You’re calling god in here?” he asked in a purr as he slowly made his way up her body, making sure to have his lips press against her skin and touch every sensible spot he could see, only to linger at her collarbone where he decided that her skin was just too blank as a canvas and needed some more marks from him, his teeth careful yet teasing at taking a few bites from her, “I don’t think there is enough space here” he said with a smirk as his lips moved up her neck, his tongue licking the pulsing of her vein, tracing the line of her jaw.

His hands moved down her sides, hands tracing the curve of her bottom before he position himself comfortably above her, letting the skin of their stomachs collide, letting the heat of his skin burn her, his chest pressing against her as he pushed her whole body against the mattress. He was surely not giving her any time at all to collect her thoughts or even think of breathing or think straight, not when his own body was already out of control and if Alaric didn’t do something, he would most likely go insane with all the concealed heat he had in that moment. His lips moved slowly to her ear, his teeth catching her earlobe as his tongue tasting and flickered with her skin before he whispered words with a noticeable low tone of voice, low enough for her to catch his words despite her dazed state. “I need to take you, now.” His words were barely a warning as he positioned and slowly slid himself into her, his face pulling away to look at her as he entered her while a deep loud growl came out of his parted lips while his body pressed her skin against the mattress, letting his own heat embrace her completely, his lips falling onto her collarbone as she rose to him once again, but this time himself following her closely and with every step.

He didn’t immediately move into her, but rather chose to grind their hips together as a series of growls came out of him at the simple sensation of his wife and the friction between them, his hips picking speed just a little as her moans began to fuel him once again. His lips took hostage of her jaw, teeth gently biting before the blindly searched for her lips, crashing into them and letting his tongue part her lips to explore. Yet the sudden overload sensation and considering he had been holding back for a while hit him strong as he began to roll his hips against hers, a deep moan escaping into her lips. He was close to lose all type of control, which only meant the force and speed of his own actions would be lost completely. And Alaric was more than welcoming it. His hand curled once again under one of her knees, raising it up to his shoulder to create one different angle as his hips began to thrust and move into her more aggressively, more needy, more desperate. His own moans and growls making him even having to stop kissing Sally as he couldn’t control himself. His hand grabbed a strong hold of the sheets under her, his body pushing into her more to feel her skin against his, his forehead resting against hers as he kept her close, letting her move along with him and it didn’t took him long before he could feel himself exploding into her, causing his legs to shake strongly as he pushed one last time into her, deeper than he could ever thought he could. His own strength failed him as his arms gave up on him and let his weight crash into her, his breath harsh, uneven, his face pressed against her as his own daze caused him to melt completely into her.

Those eyes were smoldering with a thick fog of lust almost glazing over the color of Alaric’s pupils and Sally had to admit she loved the sight because it was for her. Alaric had that burning desire for her, that need and that craving it was for her. And maybe that sounded a little territorial but it was what she wanted. She wanted to see that she was desirable for her husband because Alaric made her crazy. He made her want him with every inch of her being, he made her need his touch, long for the way that he pleased her with a pleasure no one else ever had. She was irrevocably his and she needed to see that it was the same for him as well. The ginger’s gaze flickered over his lips watching as his tongue took a taste of her. The sight made her head spin, her chest tightening and she couldn’t help but to wonder how she tasted to him. She could feel his lips traveling up her skin, so delicious and warm his words buzzing at her ears laced with appearance of his ego. Her pulse quickened with the tasting of his tongue one-two beats faster. “I was calling him to give me some mercy from my husband. He’s very relentless.” She teased, though her eyes had flutter shut reeling back as it enjoyed Alaric’s lips over her jaw line.

He placed his body over hers, so hot, so masculine. Those sharp lines, precise and harsh washed over the curve of hers, his vigorous scent filled her lungs leaving her slightly intoxicated. This man was perfect. All muscle and heat that her nerves sprung to life, her heart surging wildly. Her eyes met his, her arms cradling around the nape of his neck just so she could fully soak in the hot heat that was her husband. Not that she was able to enjoy the warm deliciousness of the moment for too long because that said husband decided it was time to fulfill his own pent up needs by pushing himself into her core. That instant fire of friction made the ginger’s head reel back a sharp gasp piercing out of her throat, her fingers instantly clawing down on Alaric’s skin. He mounted that friction, building it faster and faster, her own hips pushing against him with that same exact fury. She could hear herself moaning incessantly, and when his lips crashed into her, her tongue collided with his with that same intense frenzy hungrily exploring. The friction was was making her delirious and mixed with Alaric’s  loud heavy growls that were vibrating against her ears it was potent mixture for ecstasy. 

But oh, how she loved when he growled. To hear those noises that meant he was done with being controlled. It was exactly how she loved him. Wild, primal, agressive. She could deal with bruises if she got them later, but right now she wanted Alaric exactly how he was thrusting into her ruthlessly and desperately with not but animalistic need. It made that coil of pressure wound tighter and tighter, her hips rocking up faster, his thrusting harder. She could feel it, her climax teetering over the edge until it released the same moment Alaric’s seed entered her. The orgasm was pure bliss. It was delirious heaven, like a sensual delicious high. Her head fell back against the pillow, Alaric’s full weight pressing down. Admittedly, the sensation of all that weight felt wonderful and Sally looked at her husband then, her fingers leaving their cradled position to slither into his hair. Her eyes were loving, so soft and tender because no man made her feel quite like he did. “I love you.” She whispered gently her lips softly grazing his ear. She allowed her fingers to trail down, tracing the sharp lines of his cheek bone, her gaze never leaving him. “I love you.” She said it again. Her heart was so full, and he needed to know that. Those three little words never felt enough, and she knew that they never would.          

[alaricmorrow]

Alaric’s lips kept on slightly caressing her skin, only to keep slowly moving south her body, fingertips tracing the already known skin, known as a map with a road he had made a thousand times, yet never seemed to get tired of the view. A smirk instantly appeared when he heard his wife’s voice, the clear irritation of her words causing his lips move to her hip bones, where he pressed tender kisses before biting her skin gently, as if that answer wouldn’t have been clear enough. “And yet you sound surprised” he purred with a smirk as his lips moved lower, hands slowly parting her legs to give him space, his hot breath barely touching grazing her core, while his palms moved just a bit from her legs to her hips following the line of her waist to settle on her back. He adored to trace and blindly follow every single road her body had to offer, even if by now he could draw them with his eyes closed. Just the mere thought of what sound or move she would make by a simple touch was exhilarating and addictive. It really was worse than a drug.

His hands settled with a firm hold of her bottom, causing her hips to push into him, his tongue tasting and exploring, entering her core with a hunger and speed, not wasting any time since he knew she was surely still very sensible, which only eased it up for him, but that didn’t mean he was taking it any slower. With every moan and sound of his name in between, one of his hands moved from their place, his palms feeling the heat that emanated from her stomach, feeling her muscles tighten at his touch as they moved, feeling her ribcage rise and low, speeding up with her breaths, the pulse of her hearth only fueling him even more. His hand moved until he reached her breasts, fingertips stimulating her skin causing for another whimper, another moan, another rise of her back to manifest as a reply to his actions. It all brought him to a daze and he had to tell himself to keep it under control, his face pressing between her legs to reach deeper with his tongue, wanting her to reach her climax, wanting it to be stronger than the last one, pushing her further from her own limits. He wanted more and he was surely determined to get it.

His left out hand wasn’t simply staying there without any task, moving down her leg with just the touch of his fingertips to curl under her knee, raising her leg slowly just above his shoulder to create a new angle, and just when he heard a moan of approval did he let her leg rest on his shoulder, just to have his fingers slid into her to create that friction she wanted and that he knew was surely trying to demand with her body since words weren’t her forte in that moment. The thought even causing him to smirk.

[sally-leanne-morrow]

Oh how it always irritated Sally to hear those smirkish answers from Alaric and to know that he was triumphantly grinning when he stated them, but the ginger knew he couldn’t help himself. It was a part of his ego, that huge persona of his that made up a lot of who he was and for which, she had to admit, she loved to poke at. It always left him in a blind rage for her when she poked it correctly and that in and of itself was intoxicating enough, but in any case she wasn’t the one doing the poking now, clearly her husband had the upper hand. “No, I sound irritated.” And there it was again that clear undertone of irritation in her voice, especially after she felt his teeth nipping at the skin of her hip bones, merely grazing and sensitizing her nerves. Her body was going to burn if he didn’t stop.   

Sally’s mind was having a hard time grasping where Alaric’s hands were. He seemed to move them over her body with the most expert of ease, but her mind was clear enough to feel where his tongue was, her body immediately tightening, her breath hitching at the back of her throat at the mere realizing that he was so close to her core. Oh how she wanted him. She wanted him there, tasting and claiming her and she was so wet with anticipation, but Alaric was simply teasing her and she almost let out a growl from her sheer impatience but she managed to stifle it down instead, surprisingly. A sharp gasp of elation ripped from out of her throat at the feel of her hips being pushing into Alaric’s mouth. His tongue was wild, tasting, probing, surging and Sally’s head was pushing strongly against the pillow, her hair wild, her hands grasping the sheets beneath her as her eyes fluttered shut. Her body was writhing, hot from pleasure and she could hear the erotic noises that were piercing from out of her throat out of control. His hands had begun teasing her breast, and her head had begun to spin completely swirling in all the waves of heat that was taking over. 

He was riding her out, she knew he was waiting for her to climax all over again without mercy, and knew she would. That deep heat in her belly coiled and tightened and miraculously, the ginger felt Alaric placing her legs over his shoulder but it really didn’t matter much her head was shattering.  It was then when she felt his fingers entering her core hot and furious friction mounting inside of her that left her reeling in moans. Her hips began to rock against the motion wanting more, needing more and she wasn’t sure if it was more of his mouth or his fingers she really didn’t care. Her climax was so close, she felt it tightening and building the pressure incredible until it finally released a loud sharp gasp cutting her throat as the sudden orgasm practically left her in a delirious haze. “God, Alaric!”   

[sally-leanne-morrow]

alaricmorrow:

Alaric’s fingers kept on moving, keeping her leg raised and secured around his arm, his hand pressing on her back to keep her close to him as he could feel with each second how close she was getting to her climax. His lips marked the skin of her neck, kissed the pulsing of her heartbeat as it speed up, licked the line of her jawline, moved forward with every moan and whimper, with every attempt of a movement from her body secured against his. His lips moved to her ear, playfully teasing her earlobe with the tip of his tongue, before letting a whisper escape, “Come on” he said slowly, a low tune of his voice as he purred into her ear, “I want to feel you.” His fingers moved with a speed that seemed to increase the louder her moans grew in volume, the digging of her nails on his shoulders causing him to growl loudly but not stopping him from wanting her to reach her climax. And the second he felt her lose her mind to it, Alaric caught her right there, his arm keeping her close to her, his lips tenderly kissing the skin of her skin.

Surely his skin was feeling a bit tight and it was surely hard to keep under control with all the noises and moves his wife made, but he was determined to not give in. Not yet. “You’re mine” he whispered, hands caressing her hips and her waist, his lips kissing the spot behind her ear, “All for me” he purred as he kept her together and close to him while giving her a moment to breathe and bring herself back from the high she just went through. One thing was for sure. If Sally thought it was over for the night, she was very, very wrong about that. “You seem a bit out of air darling” he said with a smirk, despite the uncomfortable heat and tightness from his skin, he still had enough of a mind to tease and push her buttons. “But I’m not done with you yet” he whispered with a low tone of voice, a clear tone of tease and a smirk following his words, as his hands wrapped her legs around his waist, his arms holding her tight, “Don’t let go” he instructed, before he stood up from the bathtub with Sally tangled around him, carefully getting out of the bath, taking a towel on the way out of the bathroom.

His lips traveled down her neck, touching every marked and sensible spot on her skin, even managing to wrap the towel around her before letting them both fall on the bed, his weight pressing against her making skin and skin melt with each other, especially when his was still blowing up steam. His hands now having the advantage of not having to keep her close to him, letting gravity do that task, began to explore her skin freely, but not to take the same route he traced in the bathroom. But rather wanting to stimulate her as much as he could. His palms and fingertips teased her collarbone, her chest, her breasts, following the curve of her skin as she rose to him once again, marking an invisible line for his lips to follow, teasing the skin of her breasts with his lips and tongue, while his hands kept on moving south, fingertips barely caressing the skin of her hips, teasing the inner side of her thighs. A smirk soon appearing when her moans resumed, right where she left off.

Alaric it seemed, had no intention of stopping and Sally was sure those intentions were there even before she manage to rip her words out. His fingers moved inside of her fast and furious creating heat after firing heat. That coil of pressure that tightened inside of her was building and climbing the more his fingers kept driving themselves inside of her. Her hips were wild increasing with Alaric’s rhythm, her eyes rolling back in sheer, roaring pleasure. That tight coil released itself, a sharp piercing gasp ripping from her throat. It was an orgasmic bliss that was coursing over her veins, delicious and intoxicating. The muscles in her body had began to relax, her nails undigging themselves from Alaric shoulders as her body began to shake a bit from the force of her own release. Sally was glad that Alaric had had a firm hold of her at the moment because her head fell on his shoulders as her body practically melted against his.

His words caused her to smile. Alaric was always so possessive with her and the ginger loved that about him. “I have been yours since that night of your birthday Alaric, just yours.” Her words came out in quipped little breaths but the message was clear enough to understand. It was basically true. Ever since then she had been with no one else, not that she really wanted to be with anyone else anyways. Sally paid his next words no mind already knowing that he had to have one of his infamous smirks plastered on his lips. When he began to move again, the ginger simply allowed him to wrap her legs around him with hardly any opposition and with a quick swoop he held her up, wrapped her body in a towel, and before she could really process much, her body was on a bed and his body was melting on top of hers.

It was funny how just a moment ago her muscles had relaxed, leaving her in almost a stuporous state, but the minute she felt Alaric’s hot skin brushing over every inch and curve of hers, they immediately tightened back up. A new surge of energy vibrated through her nerves, humming them back to life. Alaric always did that to her, woke her back up with just a simple move of his hands, which were currently ruthlessly devouring her skin. She felt a moan slide from out of her lips, her back arching to allow her breast to fall into the fullness of his palms. His fingers were teasing her, heightening the sensitivity of her skin that when his lips took over she could help but to moan all over again.  Her head was pushing against the mattress, her body now writhing underneath him with a life of it’s own. His tongue left trails of hot heat over her skin practically making her delirious as he tasted with all the ease in the world. “Alaric.” She spoke a slight irritation noticeable in her voice. “Do you really have to be such a tease!”

[alaricmorrow]

Alaric’s eyes focused on her blue ones, darker than ever as probably his own were as well, herself settling on his lap, the movement of her skin against the close to explode skin making him grit his teeth as his eyes looked at her, his pulse visible under his skin as she spoke, a sharp shiver, almost like a jolt of electricity flowing down his spine. He really had to focus hard on what she was saying, the closeness of her lips becoming quite a distraction, but when they moved to his ear, the friction against his chest, the whispering of her words against his ear let alone what she was saying had him growling loudly at her bluntly needs. His hands were quick to react as they moved down her hips, fingernails scratching her skin lightly as they moved south having his palms settling on her hips, only to push them against them having his own jerk against her body, the grinding between them causing another growl to escape his throat, deep and low, almost animal like as his teeth marked and bit the skin of her neck, moving upwards to her jawline until they were barely brushing her own lips, the movement of his hips never stopping as his hands kept her right where he wanted her.

“It really should be illegal for you to talk like that” he whispered against her lips before they crashed against them, kissing her hungrily as his tongue parted her lips and explore inside her mouth, battling her tongue as well, one of his arms keeping her body close to hers. His hand moved up to the back of her neck, keeping her in place as his hunger took over his movements, his lips deepening the kiss as much as he could, his fingers tangling in between her red locks before moving south her spine, fingernails lightly scratching the line of her spine and her back as they kept on blindly marking her skin with the trail of his fingers. His lips caught her bottom lip in between them, pulling as the tip of his tongue traced the curve of her skin, one of his hands following the line of her hip bones to slid in between their touching skin. He wasn’t one to ignore his wife’s requests after all, especially when it was pleasure related. He pushed one of his fingers inside her, switching in between a fast and slow tempo, keeping her body close to him to feel the heat of her skin, his lips moving to trace and lick her neck, stimulating every sensible spot he knew drove her crazy, making her think he would stay with that thought only to slide another finger in, his lips moving down her neck to her collarbone to let a mark of his teeth settle before moving even lower, the arching of her back aiding him, his lips easily reaching her breasts, his tongue tasting and teasing her sensible skin as his fingers moved inside her.

His finger didn’t stop or slowed down, he wasn’t letting her breath or think at this point, which was exactly what he wanted rather than being carried away as one would think. He wanted her to reach her climax and explode by the friction of his fingers, a growl of her hips against his causing many growls to come out of him, louder than before as he could only make noises with how she looked and sounded in front of him. “Hold on tight” he said to her in a growl as one of his hands lifted one of her legs slowly, creating a new angle as his fingers kept on moving in crazy tempo, wanting her to explode in a firing pleasure as his lips kept on teasing her breasts.

[sally-leanne-morrow]

There was a wicked grin that curved the line of Sally’s lips upon looking at Alaric eyes. They were dark, thickly shaded over with a primal lust. It was so exhilarating to see and it made her feel highly desired, as if she was the only woman in this moment that Alaric needed and desperately craved for. The sight caused for her teeth to gnaw at her bottom lip, but not nervously as she often did out of a shy habit, but suggestively, almost as a sultry invitation. No one would ever believe that shy, insecure Sally was capable of being so sensual, but Alaric brought that out of her. She immediately felt his hands coming back to life, those nails imprinting a trail down her flesh as his palms spread open only to take a firm grip of her hips. His actions caused a small wisp of a chuckle to brush out of her lips, low and heavily husked easily showing her delight at what was done. He moved her then, her hips aggressively against his , creating a burning friction that had her head falling back, moans slipping from her mouth.

Normally, Sally loved to hear Alaric’s growls. They excited her, bubbled up a high anticipation in her blood, but it was hard to truly hear them against the roaring beating of her heart-beat perforating her ears. His lips on her neck, those teeth that began to graze hot skin was bringing the ginger to certain height of delirium and she was sure that Alaric must have noticed because she whimpered. Her body movements tried to turn frantic but Alaric had a very firm hold of her and all she could do was fall prey to the rhythm he set out. “You shouldn’t have asked then, Morrow.” She replied in between ragged breaths although the small pitch of a humorous tease could still be heard. It was then when Alaric finally pressed his lips against hers, his tongue taking no time to part her lips and ravenously taste her mouth. The ginger’s arms snaked tighter around her husband’s neck, her tongue hungrily exploring his mouth as well with a fierce need. She could feel his nails sliding down her spine causing her to moan in her kiss, his other hand desperately tangling in her hair.

The hand that had traveled down her spine had slipped in between them and before Sally could process anything, she felt Alaric’s fingers fully invading her core that had been moist and itching for his touch. The friction of his fingers were blinding, fast and slow, her own hips buckling down frantically to increase the rhythm. The ginger couldn’t piece together where Alaric’s lips were touching and at this point her throat was ripping out strangled noises, wild and unreserved. Her skin was on fire, hot and sleek and when Alaric adjusted her position, her fingers clawed down on his shoulders to help keep her grounded from the increase of rhythm the angle provided him. Her heart-beat was quickening, her moans increasing, but her body kept moving frantically, building that blinding pleasure that she could feel reaching it’s climax. She was reaching her climax. “Alaric, please just-just don’t stop!”       

[alaricmorrow]

“Hm?” he answered back, the smirk pasted on his lips as he heard his name spoken in a way that could only be read as need, let alone knowing she was having a hard task focusing to actually reply to him. His lips continued their task of kissing her skin, savoring her as he pressed them against the spot where her neck and her shoulder met, moving them to her back. The tip of his tongue traced the line of her spine, moving down just enough before he blew a bit of cold air onto the wet zone. “Hearing you in such a struggle is quite rewarding darling” he said with a smirk, her body speaking loudly from his actions as his hands and fingers teased playfully with her breasts, focusing on her sensible skin, wanting to get as many noises as he could, bringing her as close to the top as possible. Every moan and jerking of her body only pushed him further and stimulated his body with a speed he couldn’t really calculate. His skin felt tight, and every sound she made pulsed down his spine, the friction of her back against his chest making it harder for him as well to concentrate.

Only when he was satisfied with the teasing of his fingers on her breasts, did his palms pressed completely against them, pushing her back against his hard chest, his lips gliding down her neck before having some gentle bites from her skin. “It looks like you need something to hold onto” he whispered with a smirk against her skin, his teeth marking the skin of her neck in every sensitive spot she had. His hands completely pressed slid down her body, touching as much skin as the could, stretching a leaving a trace of his touch as they traveled down her stomach to her hips, pushing them closer to his, grinding them for his own need at this point, while his tongue tasted and teased every fresh mark on her neck. “How does that feel” he asked as his lips slid up her neck, just to whisper against her ear, slowing his movements down enough foe her to listen his words clearly, and just when he could tell she was about to answer, his hands moved from her hips to the inner side of her thighs, fingertips teasing her skin, one of his hands raising up to cup her breast, fingers masterfully teasing skin. “Unless you tell me how does it feel I can go as slow as ever, we have all night” he teased with a purr against the skin of her ear, his hand coming to life and please her when he heard her voice, fingers teasing her core while his hand teased her breast.

[sally-leanne-morrow]

That tongue, so leisurely tasting the line of her spine, slow and torturous it burned and caused Sally’s nerves to run at a crazed pitch. Her head was swimming so full of lust and want it was deliciously blinding. That crisp brush of air so deviously blown on her back sent a sharp shiver down her spine a pleasant hum slipping from her lips. Her head craned slightly to the side falling gently on Alaric’s shoulder her eyes opening to look at him, seeing that devious smirk that upturned on his lips. “Is it really now?” She teased, placing her lips close to him merely brushing over. Of course, she wanted more. She wanted to taste his mouth, part those lips open with her tongue but she knew she would get too lost, she would cave so she withdrew. It was a little easier to do anyways when his hands were cupping her breast, his finger teasing and taunting her skin. A strangled noise left her throat her body arching forward to bury deeper into his touch and her eyes closing shut lost in the waves of heat that were taking over. Another moan left recklessly against the open spreading of his palm and her back being pushed so close to the heat of his chest, it practically made her delirious.

Teeth touched the skin of her neck, scraped and claimed forcing her hands to curl around the skin of Alaric’s thighs (truly the closest things to her at this point) helping her to keep her grounded. She knew he had spoken, but the feeling of his hands leaving her breast trailing down her abdomen and pressing down her hips was breaking her slowly and when he moved her hips creating that burning friction against her bottom and his being, she practically moaned all over again. Her own hips came to life and continued the grinding the feeling a hot addiction so deliriously sweet. The red head felt his movement hinder her grasp on his thighs going tighter out of a slight irritation. She heard his words and of course Alaric needed to hear her answer. He didn’t take long however, to presume his actions and in a matter of seconds her mind was back to mush but that could be because his fingers were teasing her core, never entering like she crazily wanted him too, but still making her moan and writhe nonetheless. His touch was far too hot to consume as it was and so Sally lifted her body slightly, the gentle lapping of the water so cool and welcoming against the heated assault her body was in.  She turned he body so that her legs cradled both his thighs and the minuted her core pushed up against the thickness of his erection, a delicious moan left her lips her eyes heavily clouded with pure lust.

Her arms snaked his neck her lips so teasingly close to his. “Oh, but I don’t have the patience for such a slow pace. How about I tell you what I want instead?” Her lips trailed over to his ears, her body leaning closer, the tautness of her breast brushing up against his chest. “I want your fingers inside of me, hot and fast. I want all of you over me every last bit of your skin, your hands touching me everywhere. Can you do this for me? I want this. I want my husband’s touch claiming me. Touch me, Alaric.”

[alaricmorrow]

“I always had a surprise under my sleeve” he said with a chuckle, as his fingertips moved to her shoulders, trailing down her arms until they reached her hands, tangling their fingers to embrace her with his arms, pressing her closer to his chest. “Now you know you have a free massage when you’re tense, or having a writer’s block” he teased with a chuckle, his lips tracing her jawline before moving down her neck, the position he had her giving him the advantage to have his lips explore her skin and tease her shoulders with comfort. He felt her pulse quickening with his touch, slightly, but still, enough to have him push further on. His fingers gently untangled from her hands, only to trace the form of her thighs under the warm water, moving slowly as he took his time to visualize the map of her body without having the perk of seeing. His fingers found every sensible spot of her skin, fingertips teasing and rubbing, before his palms pressed completely against the skin of her waist, moving up her sides, so his fingertips could tease her breasts lightly. “We should do this more often” he purred into her ear, before his teeth caught her earlobe gently, the tip of his tongue flickering, playfully teasing her before letting go.

“The bath was surely a good idea” he said in a low whisper against the skin of her neck, his lips pressing slow kisses, before the tip of his tongue traced the line where her pulse was becoming more visible with each second. “Don’t you think?” he whispered again against her ear, his fingertips moving north, teasing the skin of her collarbone only to move back down once again, drawing the line of her stomach before purposely deciding to trace her hip bones for as long as he could. A smirk formed on his lips against her skin when her body language began to speak for her, only causing for him to gently bite the skin of her neck, moving down to her shoulders, raising one of his hands to have his fingertips trace her jawline and down her neck, letting it slide between her breasts as he kept on kissing and tasting the skin of her neck. As much fun as he was having by just teasing her like that, he did wanted to taste different regions of her skin, but he was still restraining himself, as much as he could though considering she was pressed against his chest. 

[sally-leanne-morrow]

It was hard to grasp exactly what Alaric was saying when his fingers were working so beautifully to keep her subdued and relaxed. It was like the man was slipping from her, but she supposed that wasn’t his full intention because she felt the moment his actions turned his fingers working through her thighs mapping her skin out as a savoring treat. Instantly, those soft trails of warmth that had her so relaxed burned hot with each touch building to a slow desire that pulled Sally’s eyes open. It was amazing how instant her body filled with crazed need for her husband’s touch. He hardly had to do much and it always never mattered because she wanted him. Needed those fingers eating her skin, palms pressing and devouring as they traveled up her legs to her waist causing her nerves to run wild in hot anticipation. Her breath hitched in her throat, a broken sigh leaving her lips. She felt his lips grazing her skin, pulling at her ear lobes sending sharp waves down her spine. Her back arched forward allowing her breast to fall right into his hands his fingers teasing spiking her desire causing a delightful moan to escape her throat. 

He knew her, Alaric knew her far too well, know how to work his hands find the spots that made her skin burn wildly. For as many times as she willingly gave herself to him it was always the same, it was the same burning need that crawled over her skin drove her thoughts past comprehension. Damn the man. She couldn’t believe that a moment ago she was peaceful almost on the verge of heading into a beautiful slumber and now her body was awake fervent with hot need, craning under his touch, and his hand were everywhere. Sally didn’t know where he started or when he ended. “Alaric,” She said almost strained, her neck sliding in an angle to allow his lips to claim her skin and bring her nerves to a fervent pitch. It was so hard to concentrate against those lips, the rapid beating of her heart drowning out all other noises. “You do know- I can’t understand what you’re saying...” Her words were husky, spoken low and broken in between her breaths.    

[alaricmorrow]

While Alaric got himself in the bathtub, careful to not fall because no one ever wanted that, he did caught the way Sally’s eyes had managed to roam all over his bare skin while really was completely out there for her complete view. He had no qualms with that, but it was always rather amusing to catch Sally red handed and bluntly checking him out. “You like what you see?” he asked in a whisper near her ear teasingly, once he had gotten comfortable, his hands roaming slowly up her arms, as he had gotten quite clear the tone she used while speaking those two words. “I think you are a little bit tense” he said with a clear tease tangled in between his words as he gently pulled his face away from hers, his hands moving down her back, thumbs tracing every bump of her spine. “Maybe I can do something to relieve you” he said as his voice lowered its tone with everything he said to her. His hands managed to reach just bottom of her spine, thumbs pressing each side of her spine as they began to slid up her back, pressing her muscles and joints. One thing his wife didn’t know about Alaric, was that he was an excellent masseuse, or so they said.

He felt the knots were she had more pressure under her skin, the water making it easier to undo them, his fingers sliding against her skin, and his ears checking just about every pleasing sound that came out of her that told him he was just going the right direction. “How does that feel” he whispered against her ear, his thumbs moving upwards until they reached her shoulders, releasing the tension of her muscles as they pressed and rubbed with such a master skill and he knew by each sound she made that he was doing quite fantastic. His lips began to playfully tease her earlobe, his fingers moving to her neck, massaging her skin, fingertips caressing every sensitive spot he knew, rubbing her scalp before moving down to repeat the whole process. Alaric was really going to savor every second of that night, and the slow route was one he had already decided to take, even if it meant teasing Sally to no end, but he never was one to give her what she wanted. “Feeling relieved enough?” he asked as his lips moved to kiss the spot behind her ear, before they moved to trace the line of her neck, feeling her pulse with his lips.

[sally-leanne-morrow]

A mere wisp of a chuckle brushed from the ginger’s lips upon hearing how she had been caught red handed. Leave it to Alaric to make sure he knew she had been happily taking his entire body in. “Of course, if I didn’t I wouldn’t have been looking.” Sally had no qualms in admitting it, and in any case, Alaric should be happy that she still loves looking at him the way she did. At the mentioning of her being tense, the ginger had to take a moment to think that through, but in the end Alaric was right. All the nerves and slight anxiety she had about actually getting married resulted in tension and until it was mentioned she hadn’t realized how much of that tension actually settled into her muscles. The workings of her husband’s fingers felt heavenly delicious on her back serving in heightening her nerves, yet at the same time pleasantly subduing her. A delightful hum whisked out of her lips as her eyes closed for the moment simply relishing in the way her muscles melted to his touch. 

Sally never knew that Alaric could massage so beautifully, but in that very moment she was more than perfectly happy that he could. Each touch and rub was more inviting and coupled with the gentle warmth of the water lapping over her skin, she could melt blissfully right into the man’s arms. When he reached her shoulders, a soft sigh left her lips as her head gently fell back resting on Alaric’s shoulder. “Very relaxing.” She admitted, her voice soft almost slipping into a dream-like stupor. His fingers kept masterfully moving over skin, rubbing so tenderly and effectively, while traveling up her neck even spreading across her scalp. The relaxing warmth of his actions, those trails of slumbering heat his fingers left behind, swept over Sally’s entire body that even when his lips touched skin peaking those hidden nerves and quicken her pulse, all the ginger could do was simply hum in response and soak it all in. “I’m definitely getting there. Your fingers feel so inviting on my skin. It’s a very delicious torment, Morrow.”  

[alaricmorrow]

Alaric had arranged some relaxing bath salts to dissolve in the warm water, the bathtub filling up quickly, even some bubbles managing to form as well. The scent that came from the bath was already welcoming and relaxing, warming himself up as he hadn’t realized the cold air had indeed got to him. He finished untangling and sliding off his tie when he heard Sally walking closer, his eyes lifting up to see her standing at the door. “Better without the dress?” he asked with a warm smile as he could see she now looked much more comfortable than when she usually wears fancy dresses. He stood up as his arms brought her closer to him, a smile settled on his lips while looking at her, “I made sure to have everything you like here, there’s even some sweet treats for you to have” he said as his fingers gently grabbed a loose lock of her red hair and placed it behind her ear, his fingertips caressing her cheek bone as they moved to cup her cheek. “I take these clothes off, and make sure this suit doesn’t gets ruined. You never know, they’re very useful, but only if not ruined for good” he said with a smile, before pressing a tender sweet kiss on her lips, untangling himself to walk towards the bedroom.

He didn’t take long in getting himself out of his clothes and place a bathrobe on him, but he surely wasn’t expecting a joint to crack. It as usual but Alaric felt like they were cracking more than usual, and louder too. “I feel the aging more and more with every passing day” he said as he made his way back to the bathroom, basically throwing jokes at himself since he knew Sally would already. Might as well get them as fast as possible. Walking through the door he found his wife inside the bathtub and from what it seemed, he had guessed right at all the choices for the bath itself, as her face showed she was enjoying it as well. “How is it?” he asked as he crouched at the edge of the bathtub, only to playfully pinch her nose with his fingers, bringing out of her daze for a second, a teasing chuckle coming out of him. He would always be playful with her, yet only with her, and it was those little jokes that really brought a warmth to him that he didn’t thought he wanted. “You need to move a little, I am a big guy after all” he said with a smirk before he loosened the bathrobe after he stood up once again, slowly getting in the bathtub, his arms bringing Sally closer to him, letting her back rest against his chest as his hands gently caressed her arms. “How good I am at spoiling you, hm?” he asked teasingly, his fingers moving all of her locks to one side before leaving a series of kisses on her cheek and jaw.

[sally-leanne-morrow]

Sally slipped herself into the bathroom, the inviting scent of pumpkin and every Autumn goodness settling over her the minute she entered the room. The ginger walked directly to Alaric something she realized she tended to do every time he was in the same room as she was. His arms wrapped around her small figure the warmth of his body already so welcoming. She smiled up at the man, giving him a quick kiss on his cheek, of course, tip-toeing as she did so due to their height difference. “A lot better. The dress was very pretty, but a bathrobe is always a lot more comfortable.” She smiled when Alaric placed a kiss on her lips and brushed back some strands of her hair, the gesture always so tender and gentle. She watched as her husband left the bathroom and once he was gone, she allowed her bathrobe to fall leisurely down to the ground. She happily took a step into the elegant bathtub and easily dipped her body right into the warm inviting water. The bath salt eased her nerves and relaxed her body almost instantly, as the water cascaded over her skin lapping over some of her hair. She was in a soothing peaceful serenity and she probably would have allowed her eyes to close if it were not for the fact that she heard Alaric enter the room.

Laughing at his commentary, Sally allowed a grin to perch over her lips. “My poor, poor old man.” Her words came out in a cooing playfulness as she allowed another laugh to escape her lips. The ginger easily moved aside so that her beautifully sculpted husband can join her in her bath. Admittedly, Sally loved looking at the man, even if she knew that would boost up his already too high ego. He was very handsome and so appeasing to her eyes she truly couldn’t help herself. Alaric immediately pulled her body closer to his as her back rested against his chest, the lines of her body melting into place with his. A soft chuckle of approval left her lips at the feeling of Alaric kissing her cheeks and jaw line. Her nerves heightened along her spinal column and with her body so intimately close with his and under the warm invitation of the water, Sally already knew she wanted his touch roaming everywhere over her body. “Very good.” She replied her voice already dropping an octave and laced with a subtle sultriness. 

[alaricmorrow]

His arms followed suit to her guiding, wrapping her body closer to him, bringing her closer to the warmth he emanated in comparison to the rather cold air of the night around them, his lips pressing a gentle kiss on her forehead after she spoke. “I wasn’t lying when I said that I enjoy spoiling you” he said after he pulled away to look at her, a warm smile settled on his lips, the deepest of love and adoration seeping through his eyes as they focused on Sally. His lips pressed many tender kisses to her cheek, keeping her wrapped in his embrace, letting her enjoy the sight for as much as she could, let alone with him making physically sure she wouldn’t get a cold, he wasn’t one to stop that from her. “How are you feeling?” he asked her gently as he pulled his face away, knowing that all those emotions were sure to fall onto them soon, as well as the fatigue. “Would you like to take a bath? I promise I’ll be nice” he said with a smirk but complete sincerity in his words. He wanted after all, for her to be relaxed that night, and to enjoy the spoiling he had prepared for her with every small detail taken into consideration. And he knew she was a fan of baths.

“I took charge to have everything you like” he said as he turned her around to have her face him, but still keeping her in his embrace, letting the warmth to surround her as he spoke, “And you are obviously not taking a bath alone, I wouldn’t run the risk of you drowning in a bathtub” he teased with a smirk on his face as he looked at her, his nose nuzzling against hers as he let them enjoy just a couple more seconds at the balcony, with such a view he was sure neither would forget. Just when the air was beginning to become colder, Alaric pulled them both inside the room, yet his arms not letting Sally go as he simply moved around with her in his embrace, just like he had when they stayed at his parents house, and it was oddly something he had found to enjoy doing. “Why don’t you get out of that dress while I get the bath ready? There’s a bathrobe on the bed” he said to her, his fingers moving to her sides to playfully tickle her as he laughed, untangling himself from her as the chuckles kept on coming from the reaction he got from her. It was never not satisfying to see it. He proceeded in taking off his jacket and untangling his tie before actually walking in the bathroom and settling everything ready, because he wasn’t one to ruin a good suit. Ever.

[sally-leanne-morrow]

The warmth that came from Alaric’s body was one Sally knew she could receive from no one else. No one else made her feel protected, valued, and loved as much as the man that was presently holding her close to him. His arms were her favorite home and she knew that if she had Alaric simply holding her, she would always be peacefully content. Her eyes settled over the gorgeous view in front of her as her lips smiled in bliss at the feeling of Alaric showering her with kisses. He was the most precious blessing she could have ever dreamed of and she knew that without that man she would be forever lost. She loved him, loved him more then she could actually place into words and to know that she was loved back was all she could ever ask for. At the question, Sally placed her attention back to Alaric before speaking. “I’m feeling perfectly content, but since you mentioned a bath, I can’t lie and say that it wouldn’t be nice.” A bath would actually be wonderful the more she thought about it. When she was turned around to face him, a grin touched her lips as her arms gently wrapped themselves around the name of his neck.

“I was hoping I wouldn’t be alone for the bath.” She admitted, although she gave the man a little face with his following commentary. “I’m sure I can manage surviving a bath, Morrow.” The ginger could already feel the temperature dropping slightly, making the idea of a very warm bath that much more appealing. Upon Alaric’s suggestion, Sally nodded her head slipping out of his embrace, though not with enough time to avoid his tickling action. She proceeded in jumping a little a bout of laughter escaping out of her lips without her control. Only when Alaric had stopped was Sally able to give him a small glare and speak. “You are never going to stop with that are you? You will be the death of me, Alaric.” The ginger, however, didn’t give him a chance to respond as she left to make her way to the bedroom. Just as Alaric had mentioned, there was a bathrobe waiting for her on the elegant bed. Quickly removing her clothes, Sally placed the robe on at the same time releasing her hair from the style it was under and simply allowing her ginger curls to splay loose. She then made her way to the bathroom all the while admiring the beautiful arrays of the candles. 

[alaricmorrow]

“With you, darling fine is never enough. I would you the world if I could” he whispered to her ear, before bringing their tangled hands to his lips, caressing her knuckles gently as Alaric kept her close while walking towards the main entrance of the hotel. “You just married this something else” he said jokingly as he let a smirk form on his face, opening the door for her to walk in first as the gentleman he was. He wouldn’t admit it, but surprising Sally was probably the most rewarding thing he would’ve ever done, and repeatedly do too. Having talked beforehand to every staff member, he had let everyone know for them not to be bothered, under any circumstance and to have everything he had asked for, and for every detail to be taken care of. Times like those were the ones Alaric saw how handy money was. His arm wrapped around her waist to keep her close to him, as they walked to the elevator, himself mentally thanking the short privacy the closed doors elevator granted them. “Just wait to see the view” he said to her with a warm smile before pressing a gentle kiss to her temple. “If you thought the park was something nice, what you’ll see will be something even better” he said to her, himself having seen the scenery from the balcony, and the only thing he wanted to see was her face when she saw it as well.

His hand rested on the doorknob, watching Sally’s face as he opened the door, revealing just about everything he had prepared, mostly for her. Alaric had booked the room with the best view of the city, giving anyone inside a complete appreciation of the night time of Regium, a view worth to keep. But decorating all around were candles, scented candles to be specific, the same scented candles Sally had used for that Valentine’s Day he had asked her to move in. They let a dim but still visible light to guide anyone around, and the scent was welcoming and warm as well. To have the same environment where they started a new step together seemed right when they were beginning something even bigger, together as well. There were still many things prepared in that room, like some treats, and music, among other surprises for Sally. When she mentioned a night where she would be lovingly spoiled, Alaric took serious note of that, and surely, everything around them assured he was spoiling and wanted to spoil her for as long as he could. Walking closer to her as she look through the balcony of the room, his hands gently rested on her arms, his thumbs lovingly caressing her skin, “So, what do you think?”

[sally-leanne-morrow]

Sally looked up at her husband with a warm, genuine smile on her lips. She knew they were in the midst of walking into the hotel, but she made him stop in the middle of his steps to simply wrap her arms around his neck and place a sweet, lingering kiss on his lips. She was, of course, never one for public display of affection. She didn’t like that type of attention nor did she care for it, but Alaric made her feel so loved and cherished her so deeply that she didn’t care who was looking, she just wanted a kiss from her husband. Pulling back she smiled up at him. “It looks like I did, but I guess I don’t mind him so much.” She teased him in reply to his response as she then allowed him to continue leading her into the hotel. Before the ginger knew it, they had reached the elevator, the blue of her eyes sparkling with intense curiosity upon hearing the excitement in Alaric’s voice about the room he had procured for the both of them. She could only imagine what the man had prepared, he seemed to be the only person to continue in successfully surprising her time and time again. 

Her imagination, however, didn’t come near to what she saw. The room was beautiful. Stunning beyond words, and her heart immediately melted at the scene before her. The space was romantically decorated with candles that gave off a soft welcoming glow and their scents made her smile because it was the same scented candles she used to surprise him on Valentine’s day. Alaric had sugary treats placed around for her delight and when Sally’s eyes fell on the balcony, she immediately walked right over to it and was left breathless by the view. Everything was so perfect and left her in such complete awe that the ginger almost jumped when Alaric appeared behind her, his arms gently caressing her arms. Her body instantly leaned itself against his, the back of her head resting on his chest as she looked up at Alaric. “I don’t even know what to say... Alaric, this is all so beautiful.” Sally took a hold of his hand and made his arms wrap around her so that he could be that much closer to her. “You really wanted to make sure that I was nicely spoiled, didn’t you?” 

[alaricmorrow]

“I’ll stick to just playing then” he joked as well as he held her close to him, his arms wrapped warmly and securely around her, his lips pressing a tender kiss to her forehead after he spoke. Alaric kept her close to him for a few more seconds letting her warmth to embrace him as well, before gently pulling away, his fingertips taking a loose lock of her red hair and placing it gently behind her ear. “It’s getting later, we should go” he said gently, his eyes looking around them only to see the color of the sky changing from the original oranges and yellows that adorned the scenario around them, to purples and blues, even a few stars coming out. A few since the many lights of the city that were beginning to light up never gave the chance to see a clear night sky and the many stars and constellations. So a few tingling points above were as much as you could get. And Alaric could already tell it would not only get late, but also a bit colder. He stood up from the seat only to offer his hand to Sally, his fingers tangling with hers, and pulling her to his side, his arm wrapping around her shoulders, his lips pressing a sweet kiss to her temple, before walking them slowly out of the park.

It wasn’t long before they reached the main entrance, Alaric walking them slowly while enjoying the last minutes remaining at the park where they met for the very first time, himself taking in the moment and locking it in his many beloved memories. Opening the door of the car for Sally, he helped her in before letting himself in to turn the engine and let the vehicle come to life. “That was a good surprise, hm?” he asked Sally with a smirk on his face and a teasing tone as he spoke, his hand reaching for hers as he drove, fingers intertwining before lifting her hand to his lips, kissing her knuckles gently. “But of course I wouldn’t have just one surprise under my sleeve” he said with another smirk as he took another route than the one accustomed to their home, but instead to a nice hotel in Regium. “I think we deserved to be treated tonight, isn’t it?” he said with a gentle smile as he drove and parked right at the front, walking out of the car to help Sally out and letting a valet take charge of the car keys. He secured her hand in his arm, before walking them both to the hotel’s entrance. “I promise after this there’s no more surprises, or else you might explode” he said teasingly as he whispered into her ear.

[sally-leanne-morrow]

Laughing now as Sally finished wiping away the last few set of stray tears from her face, she nodded her head. “Good idea, Morrow.” The ginger allowed Alaric to keep her close to him as she soaked up the last few remaining minutes of their time at the park. She figured they would soon be heading home as the night was beginning to set upon them and the weather was becoming a slight more chillier than before. Even with everything winding down, her heart was immensely content, and being held by the man she loved was the perfect ending to it all because after all, her favorite place was within Alaric’s arms. Sally knew that she would never forget this night for as long as she lived. Everything could end up getting worse from this point on, but this beautiful memory would always be something wonderfully etched in her mind to keep for the rest of her days. When she felt Alaric beginning to move, she took his offered hand and allowed him to leisurely walk her back to where he had parked her vehicle. As they walked, her body closely held to his and her head resting on his shoulders, Sally allowed her mind to amazed at the mere fact that Alaric could manage to fully surprise her, a feat that wasn’t the easiest when one had a thirsty curious mind.

Her thoughts, however were interrupted once the man spoke, her eyes now looking up to him to place her attention to him. “It was a beautiful surprise.” She replied warmly, a heart-felt smile now curving her lips. “I’m always going to remember it.” She hadn’t noticed that they had made it to the car already, Alaric quick to open the passenger door and assist her in. Once inside, it wasn’t long before they were driving off to where Sally assumed would be home, but it seemed she had assumed very wrong. Turning her head now to look at Alaric questioningly even when he had brought her knuckles to his lips, she spoke. “Wait... we aren’t going home?” A brow arched as Alaric mentioned yet another surprise, for which the ginger was completely shocked at. How can he possibly have another one after the absolutely beautiful one he just had finished preparing for her at the park? “...another surprise? But, I would have been fine going home, Alaric, and the park one was so beautiful. You truly didn’t have to think of something else. I’m already more than completely happy.” She genuinely meant her words, but it didn’t seem like that would change her husband’s mind as he parked the car in the valet section of an elegant hotel. Before she could object to anything, Alaric had already assisted her out of the vehicle and was leading her towards the entrance of the building. “You are truly something else, Morrow.”