Demi Rafferty (enavant) wrote in remains_rpg, @ 2016-11-01 11:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2019 [11] november, demi rafferty, isaac callahan |
cause there's no better love that's laid beside me
Who: Demi Rafferty and Isaac Callahan
Where: Their apartment
What: Nobody could have imagined they’d make it to a year! Demi and Isaac celebrate this milestone and also talk about what lays ahead for them. (NSFW)
When: November 1st, 2019 - Lazy Morning in Bed
The sun had come up long ago and yet Demi hadn’t bothered to move from the bed. For a month she had thought of nothing but her desire to be right here again, in their bed with Isaac’s familiar weight beside her, his arm around her and that sense of safety he had always instilled in her. It was Sunday after all, wasn’t that the day of rest anyway? Yes, that would be her excuse if anyone asked why The Bar opened late today. Because right now, in this moment, she didn’t want to move out from underneath the blanket or away from Isaac, not even an inch. The last month had been hell. The not knowing, the worrying, the fear. Demi felt like she had gone through the wringer waiting out those ten days, then the two that followed while Isaac remained in quarantine. She wondered if maybe they might get some respite now, because as much as she knew a lot of their struggles early on were her own fault, the fact remained that as a couple they had already been through a lot more in a year than most couples faced in a whole lifetime together. Did that make them stronger or just more stubborn? Maybe both. That was the thought that flitted through Demi’s mind in that moment. Were they a strong couple? She liked to think that they were. No matter how hard outside forces tried to tear them apart, somehow, someway they remained together. Sure they fought. Memories of what they called the antarctica period, a time when Isaac had slept on the couch came to the forefront of her mind. There wasn’t any couch sleeping now. Demi wouldn’t stand for it. And that also made them stubborn. Try as everything might -- and even when they weren’t speaking to each other -- neither had given up on the other. Then there was love. Demi knew she loved Isaac deeply and intensely, in a way she hadn’t loved anyone in far longer than she cared to think about. After a month and two days of being apart, Demi wanted nothing more than to wake up right next to Isaac for the rest of her life. She saw her future with him in a way she hadn’t seen a future with anyone but Seth, and that was a big fucking deal. As these thoughts churned in her head, Demi felt the bed next to her shift and turning onto her side to face, Isaac she spoke softly, “Morning, baby.” The greeting was given as Isaac stirred, waking up much slower than she had. “Happy Anniversary,” she paused a beat before she added, “You survived a year with me,” said with a bright smile and a giggle as she leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips -- morning breath be damned. Isaac gave a sleepy groan despite the fact that he’d slept in longer than he normally would. Even though he hadn’t been wasted the night before, he’d had more than his normal drink or two to unwind after a long day. Cracking his eyes open, squinting comically at her and puckered up for another kiss. Demi giggled at the adorableness that was Isaac when he was first waking up, though the noise had been muffled by their second kiss. “Hi baby,” Isaac replied, his voice raspy with disuse, “Thanks for letting me sleep in.” With a grin starting to form on his face, he reached an arm out and wrapped it around Demi’s waist, pulling her in a bit closer. “Can’t believe it’s already been a year,” he said, leaning his forehead against hers, his eyes closing slightly. “What do you want to do today?” “You,” Demi answered without missing a beat, an impish smile playing on her lips as her dark eyes held Isaac’s half-lidded gaze. Wiggling even closer to him, her legs tangled up with his by this point she sighed happily as she added. “I can’t believe it has been either,” A kiss was pressed to the corner of his mouth as she brought one hand up to cup his cheek. “And I told you we’d have many more when you were busy being Mr. rain cloud.” In truth it was a relief to know they were both immune and that as near as anyone could tell now immunity was absolute. Isaac chuckled and gave her a sheepish grin. It’s not like he could pretend that he’d been anything but a rain cloud. After all, he’d been pretty certain he was going to die. But now it seemed like they really had a long life ahead of them. Just like Demi had said. And if she wanted to spend the day in bed with him, who was he to argue? “Which is why all I want to do today is stay in bed and celebrate our anniversary by giving you my undivided attention.” Demi wondered if it was feasible for them to actually stay in bed all day, after all nobody said they had to open The Bar today. “It would be selfish of me not to ask what you'd like to do today, sweetheart?” Demi’s hands began to roam and she pressed herself closer to him. “I’m liking where this whole staying-in-bed thing is heading,” Isaac said, hand moving down her waist to settle on her hip, teasing the skin of her hip. They’d had a lot of time to make up for after being in quarantine a month, and he still hadn’t entirely gotten his fill. “So tentative plans include a little sex and some brunch later? Fuck, waffles would be so good. With strawberries… and some of that whipped cream you and Reese were so into last night?” Isaac said, giving her a smirk. By now Demi’s hands had found their way underneath the hem of Isaac’s shirt and she was making lazy patterns with her fingertips across his skin. Sometimes she would write out a word and wonder if he picked up on it, other times it was just a random design. She found since they had both gotten out of quarantine it was increasingly hard for her not to be touching him when they were together, like she needed that physical reminder that the fucking virus hadn’t been able to separate them. That and she just didn’t quite feel like she had made up for lost time yet. “Doesn’t staying in bed all day always mean sex for us?” Demi asked with a impish smirk followed by another quick kiss to Isaac’s lips. “Sex, waffles and whip cream, sound just about perfect to me,” she continued with a giggle as she caught his smirk. “You know I saved a whole canister of whip cream for us and if you think I had fun with Reese, just wait.” Demi’s expression was mischievous and just this side of flirty as she caught Isaac’s gaze, her hands traveling south even as she spoke. Isaac had said a little sex first and then breakfast, but if they were going to spend their day in bed maybe food first was a better idea. So with her hands hovering at the waistband of his boxer’s Demi asked. “Do we want to change the order of events here to food and then sex?” They had all day after all, so they might as well take advantage of the time they’d been given, right? “Nope, sex first,” Isaac said with a very matter-of-factly but firm voice. And then to prove his point, he shifted to his side, reaching up to snake Demi’s hand out from under his shirt, then continued to roll over until he was hovering over her. “Waffles will be a chance for me to recharge for round two,” he explained, then leaned down to give her a quick kiss. “I’m sure you could go again right away,” Isaac spoke as he sat back on his knees and started pulling off his shirt. “Because you women got lucky with your multiple orgasms and such, but for old guys like me--” He threw his shirt off the side of the bed and looked down at her with a crooked grin, “--We need a little rest before we’re ready to go again.” “You,” Demi began as her gaze raked over Isaac as he hovered above her, a coy smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as her hands found their way back to the waistband of his boxers. “Are,” another pause as she sat up just enough to press a kiss to the corner of Isaac’s mouth. “Not. Old.” Demi finished as she settled herself back onto the bed. “And if I know you,” fingertips slid under the waistband of his boxers now. “And I do. You’ll be giving me a reason to need waffles and rest as well, sweetheart.” Demi’s smile was less coy and more wicked now, and god if she wasn’t turned on by the finality in Isaac’s decision and the way he had taken charge. If he’d been half asleep moments ago, he was definitely feeling awake now. And so was his cock inside his boxers, already half-hard just looking down at Demi and knowing that they loved each other and she was his for (hopefully) forever. Or at least until he screwed things up, but he was hoping to not do that because he was pretty damn fond of her and wanted to keep her around. “Well that’s the plan, baby. If we’re both not worn out then clearly one of us wasn’t doing our job,” he laughed, then asked, “You going to help me get your shirt off or do I have to wrestle it off you?” Playing with the hem of the shirt in question. Demi pulled her lower lip between her teeth, worrying it while she considered Isaac’s question. Eyes clinging with a teasing sort of spark as she looked up at him. Struck again by just how much she loved him and how seriously the last month had proven to her that she didn’t ever want to be without him again. “Welllll,” she drug out the word. “You never did have to wrestle your shirt off of me a year ago...” Part of her wanted to see if given the chance he would do it now, since a year ago she had acted first and taken that challenge away from him. With a grin, Isaac sat back further onto Demi’s legs, effectively trapping her under his weight, while his hands held more firmly on her shirt. “Well, I don’t know why we’d turn this into a fight when it seems like we have the same end goal,” he said, releasing one hand’s grip so he could travel under her shirt once more, cupping her breast and thumbing over her nipple until it hardened to attention. “But if you want to stop me from taking your shirt off, then I guess that’s your prerogative,” he said, moving his hand to her other breast. Maybe if he lawyered his way through this, Demi wouldn’t make him struggle to undress her at all. And the sooner they got naked, the sooner they could have sex. That seemed like a win for both of them. Anyone else and Demi would have felt a wave of panic as more weight was put on her legs and she was pinned to the bed, but that panic never came, not when it was Isaac doing the pinning. “A fight for old times sake, maybe?” she countered with a teasing expression that quickly crumbled in favor of a gasp as his thumb swiped over her nipple and she arched her back, pressing into his touch. Demi had always been the one raring for a fight, but as their relationship deepened she found the appeal of fighting waned. “Are you lawyering me?” Demi questioned as she finally slid one hand past the elastic of his boxers and wrapped her fingers around his cock, her hand moving in slow strokes as she considered Isaac’s words. Isaac eyes threatened to close, though he fought the urge so he could watch her and he let out a slow breath, relishing the feel of her hand on him. “Actually, I know you just lawyered me, Isaac Callahan,” she began with a knowing smile. “But I don’t care because I’m impatient and this shirt needs to come off,” Demi pulled her hand out of Isaac’s boxers and sat up, arms lifted above her head. “Well? am I taking it off or are you?” She asked, dark eyes meeting his as she waited for him to act. Gaining some brain function back now that her hand wasn’t wrapped around his cock, Isaac grinned and said, “You bet your sweet ass I just lawyered you.” Even if Demi had caught onto his tricks, it had still worked, right? Not waiting a moment longer, he reached out and pulled the hem of her shirt until it was off her entirely, then threw it to the ground. Staring at her newly exposed skin for a moment, he leaned forward and kissed at the crook of her neck before working his way down, over her collarbone and down to her sternum before kissing over her breast and taking her nipple in his mouth. His tongue swirled around the nipple before pulling back and looking at her. “See, isn’t this better, though?” He asked, grinning again because he knew he was right. That grin of his was going to be the death of Demi, she just knew it. Of all the way she had seen him look at her over the last year, that grin made her top five of favorite expressions. A shivered went through her as her t-shirt -- or his that she had claimed long ago -- was pulled up over her head and her skin was exposed to the air in their apartment, a small moan escaped her and then another as Isaac’s lips moved over her skin and he took her nipple into his mouth. Her back arched up, unconsciously seeking more contact and a frustrated little noise was growled out as he pulled back, smug in the fact that he had was right. “Yes, god, of course it’s better,” Demi answered impatiently, her hands reaching out for him as she tried to pull Isaac back in close. “You were right, baby, but don’t get used to that.” As Demi said this her hands tugged at his boxers and she flashed him an amused smile. “Now, Mr. I-Was-Right, I think we still have a few articles of clothing to get rid of, don’t you?” Not needing more encouragement than that, Isaac pushed his boxers the rest of the way down then made work on Demi’s underwear until they were were both naked as the day they were born. Still grinning, Isaac’s hand ran over Demi’s skin, starting at her thigh and navigating between them until he was cupping her pussy, fingertips grazing teasingly at her entrance. A needy impatient noise fell from Demi’s lips at Isaac’s touch as she pressed into it, seeking friction than he wasn’t giving her. He had the brief thought of teasing her and dragging this out, but he was more than ready and by the feels of it, Demi was too. Pulling his hand back, he rubbed up and down her thighs, pushing them apart in the process so he could move closer. As his cock teased at her entrance, he leaned down to give her a kiss before pressing inside her. “Fuck, baby--” he groaned. “You feel so good.” Demi’s reply didn’t come in words but in the way she clenched around him and rolled her hips, a wicked smile toyed at the edges of her mouth as she kept their pace slow at first and savored the feeling of being completely filled by Isaac. He wasn’t in any kind of rush as he rocked back against her slowly, kissing her deeply as he did. “Isaac,” Demi breathed out, his name more of a gasped moan. “I want to see you come undone, baby.” She murmured as she trailed kisses along his jawline, the hinge of his jaw, his neck, her lips feather light against his skin. Her free hand splayed out over the expanse of his lower back, dipping lower to grab his ass as she brought her mouth right up to Isaac’s ear and whispered. “Have you had enough of this slow and steady pace?” Demi’s hips bucked up against Isaac, her silent request woven through her tone and actions. Isaac let out a chuckle at the feel of her hand grabbing his ass, because he knew what that meant and what Demi wanted. “I was just following your lead, but if you’re tired of this slow pace, I think I can do something about that,” he said, hand moving down to grab the underside of her thigh to push her hips open further. From there, he set a faster pace, fucking into her deeper and groaning as he bottomed out. When they’d first gotten together, Demi always insisted that he wasn’t going to break her, that she wanted to feel him. A year later, and Isaac thought he’d managed to find a pretty good balance. “You get me so hot, baby,” he said, grinning as he kissed her. “Can’t believe you’re mine.” “Do I?” Demi asked in mock surprise, her mouth curved into a grin against his. She moved her body in rhythm with his. “I’m all yours, baby, forever.” The words were said on a gasp, hips bucking up as the pace Isaac set began to drive her closer and closer to the edge. As her hands grasped at him, her nails just barely biting into his skin, Demi pressed her mouth to his neck, trailing kissing to his pulse point, where she sucked at the skin there only hard enough to leave a faint red mark -- one that would be gone long before Isaac would have to go back into the DoJ. He thrust into her again and Demi moaned out his name. God, there was something about the way they were so far removed from the days when he had needed assurance that she wasn’t breakable that made her pulse race. “You’re so fucking unreal,” Demi breathed out, giggling softly as she felt every part of her coiling up, inching closer and closer to release. “I’m close, baby,” her mouth found his again as her body clenched around him, teetering on the edge. Kissing her deeply, even though his lungs burned with the need for more oxygen, Isaac fucked into her harder and worked to push her over the edge. His hand gripping her hips tighter with each thrust as began climbing his way to his own climax, his hold on her being the only thing grounding him from coming right then and there. He was getting to the point where he wasn’t sure he’d last much longer. Breaking the kiss and panting hard, he groaned out, “C’mon baby, please--” Almostly blindly Demi brought her hand down to wrap around one that Isaac had grasping at her hip, her fingers hook around his hand without removing his hold on her body. She could feel her climax coiling in her belly and the harder he thrust into her, the closer Demi felt herself dip towards tipping over the edge. “Isaac,” she moaned out his name loud as she arched up off the bed and her grasp on his hand tightened. One word. Please. And Demi was gone. Her body tensed and a white hot flare of pleasure tipped her over the edge, every nerve and muscle in her body seemed to spark as she shuddered, letting wave after wave of pleasure wash over her. “Don’t stop,” she gasped out, even as her body had begun to feel boneless and sated, she urged Isaac to fuck her through it. “C’mon baby, come for me,” Demi murmured, mouth pressed to his Isaac’s ear. It wasn’t as if Isaac needed to be asked twice. He’d already been starting to lose it as he felt her clench around him, and her words only encouraged him to let out a groan as he fucked into her a few more times before his hips stilled. His head dropped down to Demi’s shoulder and he let out a heavy breath, a laugh laced through it. “Definitely going to need those waffles to recuperate after that if we’re gonna go again. You know how to wear a guy out,” he said, and though he was pretty damn exhausted he couldn’t stop himself from kissing at the crook of Demi’s neck. “God, I love you.” With a content sigh, Demi carded her fingers through Isaac’s hair as she murmured, “I love you too,” before she pressed a kiss to his temple. “Also I could say the same for you, sweetheart,” Demi remarked with a happy note to her voice. “You know how to make a girl feel weak in all the best ways.” She felt utterly boneless and completely relaxed as they both lay there recovering. “I’m utterly spoiled by you, Isaac Callahan.” Waffles would need to happen soon and Demi’s stomach reminded her of that fact as she growled, which elicited a small laugh from her. But she didn’t move, not yet. She was too content and comfortable right where she wast. “In the last year you’re the best thing that happened to me.” Isaac had changed her life in so many ways that Demi wasn’t even positive she could list all of them, but she knew her life would never be the same and she had Isaac to thank for that. At the very audible grumble of Demi’s stomach, Isaac let out a laugh as well and shifted himself so that he could place his ear over where the noise had come from. “Either you’re hungry or you’ve got a velociraptor growing in there,” he said, kissing around her naval. “And while it would be pretty cool to have a dinosaur, I don’t want to think of the physical feats that would be required from that to happen. Plus, I’m pretty sure I’m the only one fucking you,” he teased, lifting his head slightly to look at her, raising his brows in amusement. Isaac basically didn’t have a jealous bone in his body so he could make jokes like these without making Demi think he actually thought she was cheating on him. A series of giggles was Demi’s first response, brought on both by the ridiculous idea of her carrying a dinosaur and the way Isaac kissing around her naval kind of tickled. After she composed herself, she met his amused expression with sly one of her own. “What if it isn’t that I’m hungry or carrying a dinosaur?” she began while she propped herself up on her elbows. “What if it’s an incredibly loud baby that you put there?” Demi’s sly expression turned into a coy smile. They both knew that her suggestion was just as outrageous as Isaac’s dino one had been. She was still on birth control and while it was only preventative up to a point, so far it hadn’t failed them yet. “I mean you would have to be the father, since you’re the only guy fucking me and all,” She added with a teasing smile, well aware that Isaac didn’t need confirmation that he was the only man she was sleeping with or ever wanted to sleep with again. “Hmmm,” Isaac hummed out in contemplation, looking down at Demi’s stomach. There wasn’t a day went by where he didn’t think of the daughter he’d had and the one he never got to meet, wishing he wasn’t a father without children, but it never occurred to him that Demi might want to start a family. “Are you saying me putting a baby in you is something you’d be interested in?” Isaac asked, resting his chin lightly on her stomach as he looked up to meet Demi’s gaze. “I am,” Demi confirmed, her voice held a hesitance to it. Just because Isaac had asked the question didn’t confirm that it was something he would be interested in. In truth she had never broached the subject because of the family he had lost, Demi had never been certain if it was something he would consider again. “But only if it’s something you would want,” she added, her dark eyes meeting his green ones, and then she searched his expression for any hints that might give her a clue as to what he might be thinking. She was positive that her hesitance or uncertainty in what his answer may be had to be written all over her face. They had talked about forever so often that Demi didn’t doubt that they were in this together until the end, she had just never allowed herself to truly think about how, with Austin safer than before, forever could include more than just the two of them. “Would you want that?” “Of course I want that with you,” Isaac responded easily. He didn’t even have to think about it, truth be told. Just because his past wasn’t so pretty didn’t mean he’d written off his future. If anything, Demi had shown him that having a future was possible. And in that future he wanted it all. The smile Demi gave in response was nothing short of brilliant. “I want that with you too,” she said, not an ounce of hesitation in her over that fact. Any doubt or worry that had kept her from mentioning it earlier was erased. Knowing that it was something Isaac wanted made her feel better in wanting it as well. When it came to Isaac, Demi knew she wanted it all. Kissing her stomach again once more, he pushed himself up and kissed his way up her body until he could grin and kiss her on the lips. “I think we should start this right after I put some waffles in you,” he smirked. “Shall we?” “We shall,” Demi answered with a giggle as she tugged Isaac back in for another kiss. “And then after I am all for getting a jump on this whole starting a family business.” And if she wore a silly grin while she said that last bit, well, she didn’t believe anyone would blame her. The words alone sent a happy flutter through her and Demi was already wondering just how they might top next year’s anniversary, because so far this one seemed pretty amazing. With a gentle shove to Isaac’s shoulder, Demi laughed. “Now, you need to get off me first so that I can move,” she chided. “And for the record I have every intention of sitting and ogling you while you make me waffles.” “So I shouldn’t wear any pants? Got it,” Isaac grinned, moving off Demi and off the bed. Offering out his hand for her to take, he said, “M’lady, waffles await.” |