So I was almost sleeping at a human time when this idea came to mind. It is something that happens a few years after my Spectrum series. WARNING it is so fluffy your teeth will rot but I'm okay with that.
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I was fast asleep when I noticed how my weight was off. I couldn't place it af first, but I did know that I was asleep. I didn't question it. I did, however, question my change in weight. The matress was pressed firmer into my back. The sheets tightened around me. Somehow I was dipping deeper into my bed still. Dreaming clear as day, I opened my eyes. A dark figure loomed over me.
It explained why I suddenly felt so heavy. His hands were placed beside my shoulders, tightening my blanket around me. It was a comfortable pressure. I could feel my intruder's breath on my face. His black hair obscured his, but I knew.
'Papa.' I breathed. A white eye twinkeled in the dark. 'You came back to me.'
He said nothing, but he warmly touched my chin. He tilted my head, and I closed my eyes when he kissed me. It was exactly as I remembered. He worked his gloved hands under my sheets.
I sighed in sleep drunken joy as he caressed my breasts, touching them like I remembered, caressing my nipples in that way he knew I liked. He kissed my neck, my collar bone, licked the sensitive skin where his hands had just been, then quickly moved further down. His body was so familiar. He carried that scent that I knew. I blinked my heavy eyelids and I saw I was naked, the blankets were pulled aside, and Papa kneeled on the floor next to my bed. His face was dark, but I knew he looked at me when he pressed his tongue against my core.
'Papa...' I sighed again. The feeling was incredible. It was as if nothing had changed. I writhed, closing my eyes again... and then I woke up.
Dragging myself to reality was as if swimming upward to the light from the bottom of a solid lake. It wasn't as dark as I had dreamed. I couldn't stop panting, and I realized that was because I was still being pleasured. I leaned on my elbows to see my husband work his tongue over my pussy. Concentrated, eyes closed. Strong hands holding my thigs apart. He must have felt the change in my body, because he looked up, unsurprised.
'Good morning, darling.' The singer grinned. 'That took a while.' He was fully clothed as if he just came from an important meeting. I realized I found him more handsome now than he ever was. His lips were shining with my heat.
'You called me Papa again.' He said, and he gave me another teasing lick.
'Again?' My voice was hoarse and I felt unsteady. I wasn't completely awake yet, and my conciousness couldn't decide between wanting to converse or wanting to come. 'I do that?'
'Sometimes.' He replied. 'During sex.' I moaned and grabbed his short, dark hair to push him back against me. He obliged for a while, but then decided giving me more talk instead of my favorite morning ritual.
'Should we call you Chicago again?' He grinned that stupid grin. 'Ask Omega to make us pancakes?'
'Do not... call me...' I heaved, but I still wasn't fully here. I needed his touch, A touch, so I reached for my clit. The bastard took my hand away. He stood up, unfastening his belt.
'Did he fuck you better than I do... ghuleh?' He taunted me. HE TAUNTED ME! Still, that voice he did was spot on, even now, after all those years. I squirmed. But I finally managed to pull myself together.
'He did.' Two could play this game. 'He fucked me soooo good, baby. But you were there to witness all that, didn't you? You know how you could never compa-'
It was probably a good thing that he didn't let me finish. We've never had a problem with jealousy, but I didn't want to push it now. He grabbed my hips to pull me closer, and teased the tip of his erection against my wet cunt. The words disappeared on my lips and I tilted my head back, the fire within me searing now. He wasted no time and pushed inside, fucking me passionately. We kissed, and with every thrust his breath hitched and I tasted it and felt it on my skin. It didn't take long for me to come. I was shivering under him, hot and wet. His thrusts felt more urgent now, and scorching as my insides grew intensely sensitive. I cried out for him, because I could not come again. He followed me, grunting in the crook of my neck as his orgasm took him. He grew soft inside me and soft in my arms. We giggled like children sharing a secret.
'You've been on fire lately.' I said softly. I patted his butt. 'Are you trying to make twins or something?'
There was a look in his eyes I didn't expect. It was tender. Fragile, almost.
'I think this one is Omega's.' He caressed my small baby bump. 'What do you think?'
I placed my hand over his. 'I honestly don't know.' I said. 'But I'm sure we'll find out once we meet her.'
