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Bridget Carys Llywelyn (symphony_muted) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2012-01-29 23:04:00

WHO: Bridget and Dewi
WHAT: Calming and fondling
WHEN: After Satan's creeperness
WHERE: Their apartment
WARNINGS: BJ 101



Bridget rose from where she was sitting and she went to find her husband. She smiled at him when she saw him and she wrapped her arms around him tightly. "I'm fine," she said firmly, because she thought she might need to hear it again too. She had survived meeting Satan. She was okay and the baby was okay. Everything was going to be fine.

"What are you worried about?" she asked, pushing his hair out of his face and planting a kiss on his cheek.

David hugged Bridget back tightly. "Oh, just everything," he sighed. "We're two days off the end of the first trimester and already there are threats. What did Satan say to you? Did he threaten you?" He lead Bridget back to the sofa to sit her down carefully.

"He just said he was watching," Bridget said as he sat her down. "Not so much a threat as a general warning I suppose. He also insinuated I was a temptress who seduced you." Bridget hissed that last part. She hated feeling like some wanton woman. Sex was just sex, and people were too uptight about it.

David sighed. Watched was creepy. He didn't want the attention of anyone right now, thanks all the same. "You didn't seduce me. He's saying things to unsettle you. You know I love you." He was going to have to think up something. He didn't want to be relying on others for protection forever.

"I know you love me," Bridget confirmed. She took his hand into her and kissed it. "I'm not that unsettled to be honest. I was, I mean. When she was there I thought I might die. I didn't know if I could get away. But then she just talked and instead of scared I got angry. And George said he doesn't think Satan can do anything to anyone who hasn't sold their soul to him."

Not that Satan didn't have cronies, but she wasn't going to focus on that.

David nodded, secure in the knowledge that Bridget wouldn't do anything that stupid. "George knows more of him than I do." After all, he fought the metaphorical dragon. It was probably best that he said nothing unless Satan actually attempted to do something. In the mean time, he would stay as calm as he could for Bridget.

"George did tell me not to agree to anything so I was careful. I told him I would call Patrick and he left after that. I'm sure it's okay. Do you really want someone else to live here?" Bridget had always felt safe in their apartment. They had wards and Patrick's friend had etched her emblem into the building, protecting it.

David shook his head and shrugged. "I want you to be safe," he said, glancing around to see where the dogs had got to. They were both asleep in their baskets, completely unruffled. "They're just trying to unsettle us and it is working on me."

Her poor husband. Immortal and married to a mortal human. It must have been painful; something Bridget couldn't really understand, even if she was aware of it. She was fragile, breakable. One day he would lose her and he knew it.

Bridget leaned forward, placing her hand on his chest. "I'm safe with all of you. Dewi, I feel more safe now than I ever have in my life. I get paranoid sometimes that the person serving me in a cafe might secretly be a unicorn, but I have never felt so loved or cared for."

"You are safe with me. I wish i could teach you the sense to be able to tell, to take your paranoia away." He chewed on the inside of his lip, wondering if a pendant or something could be made to tell her that. He had no idea.

"No, no, it's just a growing pain. It's okay, David. You don't have to worry!" She wondered if, at this juncture, it would be a better idea to distract him or keep reassuring him. "Nothing is going to happen to me."

David nodded, but still he felt a little twitchy, tapping his thumb against his thigh as his thoughts whizzed around his head. He couldn't figure out what to do. He'd had a few lessons with George that time, but he wasn't much of a fighter. "Maybe I'll get an alarm installed," he mused. "Or a bracelet that will alert me if you're in trouble. Or a GPS tracker..."

Bridget's face went from concerned to unamused in two seconds flat. "You want to lojack me?! David!" Bridget put her hands on her husband's face gently. "Darling, you sound like a crazy person right now, okay?"

"I'm sorry," he replied, pulling a face. "I don't mean to, I just couldn't stand it if..." He ran his hand through his hair and went to get up. "I'll make us some tea. Scones? I could whip some up easily. I think there's some pumpkin, I could make pumpkin scones."

Bridget knew he cooked when he was worried or trying to avoid something, not that he needed much of an excuse to cook. But she felt there was enough evidence to count this as a worried-cook. She pulled him back down in his chair and she inched off the sofa and onto her knees in front of him.

"David, my darling. I'm right here and, I'm not going anywhere. Not for a long time. You could let me distract you instead of spending all day in the kitchen baking."

David just looked a bit confused. "I'm sorry," he repeated. "I don't mean to be like this. I just worry too much. Do you feel like a herbal tea? Maybe a camomile?"

"Darling, I love you. You can be any way you want to be. I just don't want you to get too caught up in worrying. I don't need tea, sweetheart. I'm talking about something else."

At that, she slid her hands up inside his shirt to brush the skin of his sides with her fingers.

David was still a bit of a novice at reading signals, but hands inside clothes was a bit of a give-away. He flushed slightly, as there were kind of in the open, on a sofa in the lounge. But Patrick wasn't here any more, and the animals weren't looking. Patrick! Had he done this on this same sofa? David pulled a face a moment, but he didn't articulate that thought. His fingers wriggled a little and he decided to relax a bit and reach out to stroke her hair.

"Oh," he said, struck a little dumb.

Bridget was used to how slightly shocked David seemed every time they did this when it wasn't right before bed.

They hadn't gotten much beyond intercourse and she expected that was normal enough for a saint getting used to a sex-life. But there was more she wanted to do. Like give him a blow job and teach him now to repay her in kind.

She reached for his button and she unzipped his trousers, going slowly enough so that he could stop her if he wasn't feeling like he wanted this. "I could show you something new."

New? He didn't stop her, and if the idea was to distract him, it was working. He told himself that he needed to start relaxing, to accepting this was a part of married life instead of the sin it had been before. He'd told himself this before, a lot. And it did feel so good, even if it was a guilty pleasure.

It didn't make him particularly talkative at this moment, however. He nodded mutely, indicating she should continue.

Bridget wondered how far he would let her go as she removed his trousers altogether, getting him to cant his hips up to assist her with that. "Just relax, my love," she said, raising up to kiss him deeply in the hopes he would calm down. She pulled her shirt off so he could feel her skin, and she kissed his neck before bending to put her mouth on him.

She hoped he would be too distracted by how good it felt to freak out about it.

Well it was like- but not like. David raised his eyes to look up instead of down as a slight gasp escaped him, and spotted the cross on the wall. He hurriedly covered his eyes with one hand to forget that and focus on what was happening. If anything was purely for the fun of it, this had to be it. He crept his other hand forward to brush against her bare shoulder, trying to breathe normally.

Bridget noticed he was covering his eyes, but she passed it off as some strange Saint thing and continued on, doing what she knew she did very well. He seemed to be enjoying himself well enough, eye-covering or no.

David knew he wasn't going to last long, not when she did that... He took his hand away from his eyes and kept his eyes shut instead, occasionally squinting out of one eye to watch her a moment, before closing his eyes again.

Eventually, he'll get over this. In the mean time, he grunts and groans and flaps one hand in a way that means he's going to come and she should get out of the way or something.

Bridget had no intention of getting out of the way. She kept up her rhythm until he came and then she swallowed.

She gave him a moment before reaching for the hand he had flapped at her. She kissed it gently and said softly, "are you okay, love?"

David opened his eyes, feeling rather flushed, and looked down at Bridget. It took him a moment to realise what she'd done, but when he did he pulled a face, a little surprised. How was he supposed to feel about that? Was he supposed to be pleased? He let out a breath and flopped his head back, too done to think about it too hard right now. "Yes, I'm okay. Are you?"

Bridget grinned at him, her expression a little wicked. "I'm wonderful," she said, running her hands along his legs. She moved upwards, intending to crawl into his lap. "Did you enjoy yourself?"