Cathair Delaney (ex_dragonand543) wrote in supernextdoor, @ 2012-04-13 19:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | 10.03.11, becky, becky and cathair, cathair |
Romantic Gesture Approved
Who: Becky and Cathair
What: Surprise romantic gesture
When: Monday evening
Where: Their home
Warning: NSFW
Cathair had headed straight into the bedroom after greeting Becky and his daughter. He wanted to take off his shirt and truly let his new tattoo breathe properly now that he didn’t have to have a shirt on for propriety’s sake. There was no way of hiding it from Rebecca until later, so he’d just have to fess up once he’d gotten changed and such. She’d know something was amiss anyway, as he generally was fully clothed from the second he exited the bed until he retired at night. Unless they’d managed a bit of daytime nookie and even then, if he wasn’t on the job, he was dressed.
Shucking off the shirt, he resisted the urge to scratch the area. He supposed he could cheat and heal it magically, but really that was a frivolous use of magic. Instead he chose to follow the way he’d been taught to care for a healing tattoo. Which mean he needed to apply ointment to it. If he could figure out where it was. “Love, where’s the antibiotic cream?” he called as he headed for the master bathroom to look.
Becky had made dinner for Cath and worn her cute little sweater dress just to torment him with her toned legs. Sadhbh was in her room that was now jointly Amy's as well playing with the baby and the last time Becky had been in there, was reading adorably to the little girl. It amused the woman to no end to see the girls bonding the way they were and it gave her a bit of free time to get dinner on the table and wash up for the meal before Cath was expected home.
"Hello, Darling." she called from the kitchen when the door opened, giving away his entrance. When he called out for antibiotic cream, however, her happy tone immediately went to worry and she sat the plate that had been in her hands onto the table and headed after the sound of her future husband's voice. "Why do you need antibiotic cream?" she asked him, figuring that it couldn't be for any sort of good reason. You only needed antibiotic cream for wounds, right? Wounds were decidedly not a good thing. Especially when her future husband was a hunter.
Yes, he was afraid of that reaction. So it was likely time to just let the cat out of the bag. “Because I had one of my tattoos worked on today,” he told her, turned to face her so she could see the work. It was still a bit red and a puffy, but Patrick had done a beautiful job. He’d be going back for touch ups on his other tattoos and likely a new one or two for certain. “It was nagging me to not have my whole family where they ought to be. So I made an appointment and spent most of the day getting that done.” He smiled a bit sheepishly. “I wanted to surprise you.”
If he wanted to surprise her, he'd certainly accomplished that goal. She blinked a little at him when he first spoke and when he turned around, though it was still swollen from the work that had been done, she decided that it was the most beautiful and symbolistic thing anyone had ever done for her. She tried desperately not to cry, but it seemed she'd lost that war before she even began the first battle. Her hands came up to cover her mouth and she just continued to blink a bit, trying to hold back the few tears that were spilling over. "Oh, Cathair..." she whispered when she'd finally regained the ability to speak, letting her hands fall away from her mouth as she moved towards him, eyes flicking to the work so she could get a closer look. "It's beautiful."
Well, that was sort of the effect he was hoping for. Less with the waterworks, mind. But he was glad she was touched by it. He stepped closer and wrapped her up in his arms. “Well, I’m glad you’re pleased,” he told her, leaning down to give Becky a kiss. Then he chuckled. “He did a rather lovely job I think. You can touch it if you like. It doesn’t really hurt, it’s just getting stiff, so it needs some ointment.”
Pleased didn't even begin to describe it. She was completely floored by the act of commitment that Cathair had expressed in such a permanent way. She gladly accepted the hug and the kiss that followed, nodding a little at his words. She retreated into the bathroom long enough to retrieve the ointment and returned to help him wipe it over the tattoo. "I can't believe you went to all the trouble of doing this." she murmured. "But it's... just gorgeous."
“It was no trouble, mo chroi,” he assured her. “I wanted to do it. It’s only proper, as you’ll be my wife soon. I wanted to show you’ve won your own place in my heart. Amy as well. It’s not fair to play favourites with the women I’ve loved.” He reached over and dashed away a few tears with his thumb. “I love you, Rebecca. You will be my wife and I will do anything for you I would have for Liadan. I need you to understand and believe that. All right?”
He'd have a few more tears to wipe away with those words that he uttered. It meant a great deal to her that he cared for her just as much as he had for Liadan. It wasn't fair of Becky to think that she was trying to compete for the love of a man with a woman who wasn't even around for the competition. She nodded a little and drew in a shaky breath. "All right." she agreed. "I love you too. Though I have a very low tolerance for pain and won't be tattooing myself to prove it, but I do." she murmured. "I love you tremendously."
There wasn’t any competition. He’d always love Liadan and his sons. Becky was well aware of this. There was plenty of room in his heart, especially for her and Amy, who’d done so much for him and Sadhbh and such a short time. He had to chuckle when she said she wasn’t about to run off and get tattoo to prove her love. “Well, I’m not asking you to,” he told her. “I rather like your lovely skin unmarked. I know you love me, angel. Or else you’d not be marrying me. I warned you I was a romantic fool.”
She grinned at his words. "Good." she murmured. "The only massive amount of pain I'm willing to go through is childbirth for you. That I think shall be sufficient." she laughed. "And I have plenty of marks on my skin thanks to my first go round with a little one." she reminded him. "Though I quite like your view on my skin. And the fact that you're a romantic fool." she added, leaning up to steal a little kiss from his lips. "And I can't wait to marry you."
“What stretch marks?” he scoffed. “There’s barely anything to you as it is.” Really, once again, her perception of herself was skewed as usual. Especially if she thought he saw her remotely similarly. “And tattoos don’t hurt. Especially not compared to childbirth. You don’t have a low pain tolerance, mo chroi. You’re just not one for having someone put ink under your skin to make pretty pictures.” He grinned. “Although now I’m trying to figure out how to get you to pose for an angel tattoo that won’t make me want to break the man’s jaw for looking at my wife.”
She smiled at him, as usual his words making her weak in the knees and hot beneath the collar. "You want me to pose for a tattoo?" she said, blinking a little. "Cathair, this one is already plenty tribute to me. You don't have to go and do all of that..." Though the thought of it was completely and utterly flattering.
Cathair laughed. “No I don’t have to do it,” he told her. “I’ve always rather fancied getting an angel or a saint or something like that. But I’d never found just the right picture. Since now I’ve got an angel of my own, why shouldn’t I have it?” He let out a long breath and leaned down to press his brow to hers. “You’re far too modest, my love.”
"Well if I wasn't so modest, would you have fallen in love with me?" she questioned. "I could always start traipsing around with my skirt up to..." she said, pulling her sweater dress up a good three or four inches and leaving it there. "Here." she murmured, smirking a little at him. "If you truly want me to sit for you so you can have me created as an angelic piece of inked artwork, I will." she told him. "But for now, I'm sure you're starved. Ready for dinner? A quick one. Then early bedtime for the girls so I can have you all to myself?" she asked, giving him a knowing little look.
He groaned and shook his head. “If you prance about with your skirt there, we won’t be getting to dinner,” he told her. “Besides, the only man I want seeing that much of your legs is me, thanks.” Cathair grinned. “It won’t be right away. Just something I want to have done, since Patrick is a brilliant artist.” Really, he could wait a bit for dinner, but he heard Amy fussing. Then Sadhbh.
“Dad...Mum?” He’d already given up on telling Sadhbh not to call Becky ‘mum’ yet. It wasn’t a battle worth fighting. “I think the babby’s hungry.” Which meant she was as well. Cathair let go of his fiancee and turned to his daughter. That’s when the tiny ginger noticed the tattoo. “Oh you added another heart? For Amy and Becky? Brill!” She clapped her hands excitedly, then looked at Becky. “That means you’re just as important as mum and Eamon and Brennan and me. He only puts people on his heart he loves. He told me that when I asked when I was wee.”
Cathair groaned again. “Go wash up for supper,” he ordered to his little chatterbox. “And help set the table.” He kissed Becky and stepped back. “Go. I’ll put on a shirt and be out in a moment.” They could always count on their children to remind them they had other things to do than romance like teenagers.
Becky didn't mind that Sadhbh called her 'mum'. Honestly it was a beautiful noise to the blonde woman. Amy had yet to really utter more than a few gurgles here and there so hearing the name referring to her made her heart melt each and every time. She smiled when the tiny redhead commented about how she was just as important as the rest of the family. If she couldn't believe the truth in the statement from Sadhbh, she'd be a hopeless cause, that was for sure.
She smiled at Cathair and gave him one more little kiss in return before pulling her skirt back to where it rightfully belonged. "You're mine after dinner." she warned him, a glint in her eye as she headed out of the room to help with finishing up the table setting. Hopefully dinner went fast.
Cathair returned the kiss. “Absolutely,” he agreed quietly. Hopefully, dinner would be extremely fast and the girls wouldn’t fuss about going to sleep and they could have a few good hours of time to themselves. He let out a soft sigh as Becky went to deal with supper and turned to dig out a loose shirt to wear.
Sadhbh beamed at Becky and took her hand. “Dad can’t eat dinner without a shirt,” she agreed. “It’s not nice manners. Have to have all your clothes at the table.” She kept going on as she led her stepmother to be towards the bedroom where Amy was.
The little girl's words were so innocent and yet all Becky could think about was Cathair naked at the dinner table. She blinked a little and shook her head before agreeing. "Right you are." she said to her, then retrieved Amy from the bedroom for dinner.
Dinner didn't go by as quickly as she'd wanted it to. She wished she had a power that could blink past time as fast as she so chose, but unfortunately she didn't so she had to deal with aching for Cathair all through dinner and through three read throughs of Sadhbh's favorite story. Eventually, however, the little girl fell asleep and quietly Becky tucked the book away and snuck out of the room and into the bedroom she shared with Cathair. "They're asleep." she smiled. "You must know how difficult it was to go through dinner with the thoughts running through my head."
Dinner dragged along at a snail’s pace. Cathair managed to get Amy to sleep rather quickly with a lullaby, but Sadhbh persisted through having Becky read her three stories before she finally gave up and fell asleep. He grabbed Becky as soon as she was through the bedroom door and pulled her into a hungry kiss. “Saints, that was torture,” he mumbled against her lips. He was so stiff the whole bloody meal, he hadn’t wanted to let Sadhbh sit in his lap for fear of the questions she’d ask. But now that the girls were in bed and asleep, he didn’t have to worry about inappropriate questions from small children about his state of arousal.
He might not have to worry about inappropriate questions from small children, but he certainly would get comments from his soon-to-be bride. Using her foot to close the door, she kissed him again and leaned into him a bit more. "I think you're happy to see me." she whispered against his mouth. "And I think that we should definitely do something about that."
“I am bloody thrilled to see you,” he agreed. “And I want to see more of you right bloody now.” Sweeping her up into his arms, he made for the bed as fast as he could manage to walk in the state he was in. Laying her on the bed, he quickly shed his clothing. The shirt was sticking to the layer of ointment over his new tattoo and his trousers had been strangling him for awhile now. Once that was done, he joined Becky on the bed and immediately caught her in a demanding kiss.
She reveled in the haste with which he took his clothes off. To know that he ached for her so badly that he couldn't resist her was an ego boost to say the least. She moaned into the kiss that he gave, her fingers moving down her own body to catch the hem of her dress so she could remove it. She reluctantly parted her lips from his and took the dress off, letting it fall to the floor beside the bed before diving back into the kiss. There were no words to describe how delicious he tasted.
That was still too much clothing. Cathair groaned against her mouth as she kissed him again, one hand fumbling for the fastening on her brassiere. Evil bloody thing. Once he got it open, he pulled it away from her and heaved it the general direction the dress had gone. Now that her sweet, perky little tits were on display, he was a bit less frantic. Cupping one breast in his hand, he started kissing down Becky’s collarbone and chest until he could take the hard little nipple in his mouth. Saints, that was lovely.
Becky's eyes closed at the feel of his lips on her skin and she let herself get lost in the trail they made downwards. At least until his lips closed around her nipple and her eyes snapped open again, a soft cry of approval escaping her parted lips. Her hand dove into his hair, clinching against the short strands as she arched into the touch of his mouth. She'd never get tired of the way that felt. The electricity that shot through her made her feel like her nipple must have a direct connection with the little bundle of nerves between her thighs.
Oh how he loved when she made those sounds. Cathair grunted, his hips rolling of their own accord at her cries and tugging on his hair. He started murmuring softly against her skin in Gaelic as he worked his way to her other breast and paid it the same sort of attention.
She knew she'd have to look up all those Gaelic words at some point, but in a way hearing the foreign language made the whole act of their lovemaking that much more intense. She could get lost in the words that he spoke and in the man in general. She let out soft little noises as he continued to tease his lips against her breast. "Cathair..." she whispered, thighs clenching together slightly as if trying to keep herself from bursting into flames because of the heat between her legs.
He’d translate for her, if he could remember what he said in the height of passion. But he never did. He did enjoy the effect it on his fiancee, which was just make her more aroused and eager for him. Cathair pulled away from her breast as she gasped out his name. “Want you,” he murmured. It occurred to him as an afterthought he didn’t often give his bride to be a chance to explore his body the way he explored hers without a second thought. Taking one of her hands, he pressed it over his heart. “Want you to touch me, my angel,” he breathed.
Becky's eyes caught his as her hand was pressed to his chest. She could feel her breathing quickening with just the thought of touching him, of him wanting her to touch him. She trailed her fingers over his skin, remembering each dip and rise of his muscles, the texture of the scars he had littering his flesh. She let her fingertips ghost over his stomach and then further down, feather light touches brushing against his hardened cock. She couldn't help but shiver a bit at the feel of him. Being able to look into his eyes as her fingers wrapped around him only made the whole situation more arousing for her and she let out a soft groan as she stroked him.
Cathair let out a soft groan as her fingers ghosted over his body, head lolling back as she started teasing his erection. Saints, that was exquisite torture. His hips rocked into her hand, another moan escaped his lips. “That’s right,” he managed to breathe between groans. “Lovely.” Leaning down, he caught her mouth for another kiss.
The noises that he made were delicious. She immediately wanted to be the reason for more of those gorgeous sounds coming from him, so she found a steady pace and continued to stroke him, her eyes closing as she lost herself in another little kiss from her lover.
As if he wasn’t already throbbing eagerly. Cathair’s moans got louder she pumped his length in her hand. That felt far too good and his hips bucked harder. “Saints,” he groaned against her lips. He’d have to stop her teasing soon, since he was already painfully aroused when they’d begun. “So good.” His back arched and he let out a few soft pants. “Need you, love.”
"Need you..." she replied, reluctantly pulling her hand away from him only long enough to slip out of the last bit of cloth that kept her from having him the way she wanted. With her panties flung aside, she let her hand wrap around him once more, lifting her leg and hooking it around his hip as she teased the tip of his cock against her dampened folds. "Need you now."
Oh was he glad when she got rid of knickers. Cathair let out a low groan when Becky hooked her leg over him and rubbed herself against his erection. “Then take me,” he told her, echoing the words she’d said to him more than once. “I’m yours.”
She bit her lower lip at his words, ones that she'd used several times. It was sweet just to know he was listening, even in the height of their passions with one another. And there was also the fact that it sounded dead sexy coming from Cathair in that accent. So shifting her body just slightly, Becky pushed Cath's shoulder with one hand and rolled the both of them. With him now lying on his back and her atop him she could slowly sink down upon him. She let out a groan as he pressed fully inside of her, muscles clenching around him instinctively. It felt like the first time everytime and if that wasn't love, she didn't know what was.
Cathair was already thinking to reverse their positions after he was fully seated, but having Becky decide to take the more dominant role for once was much more thrilling. He eagerly rolled onto his back, hips rolling towards hers. He let out a long, low moan as she sank down on his sex, shuddering softly at the feeling of her tight, wet heat enveloping his entire length. Lovely, lovely, lovely.
The look upon his face and the soft little sounds he made had Becky thankful that she'd chosen this position. She liked being able to be in control as well. She was a bossy sort that liked to always be right and though she'd been shy the first few times, she did have a bit of a bossy streak even in bed. Becky let her hands slide over Cath's arms to his hands and slowly pushed them upwards to either side of his head, pinning them back against the mattress as she leaned in for a little kiss. "I love those sounds you make." she whispered against his lips as she slowly lifted herself off of him only to sink just as slowly back down again.
What man didn’t enjoy having a beautiful woman riding him like a stallion? Cathair certainly wasn’t complaining. Especially as she ran her hands up his arms and pinned them above his head. This was new. He groaned appreciatively, rolling his hips up into hers as she leaned down to kiss him. “Keep at it then,” he encouraged between moans. “And I’ll make more.”
It was new, yes, but new was always good. She liked to think that if she kept him pleased and sometimes even a little surprised in the bedroom, that they'd never lose that spark between them. And perhaps it was a little thank you for the beautiful tattoo he'd gotten in her honor and her daughter's honor as well. That was still the sexiest thing she could ever remember someone doing for her. "I intend to." she whispered against his lips before leaning away from him enough that she could start to move her hips again, keeping her mouth just out of his reach so as to tease him.
New was fantastic. Exactly what they needed to keep the spark going. Not that it was showing any signs of going out. They were still in the lusty new relationship stage, where they had trouble keeping their hands off each other. He was hoping Becky would have this sort of reaction, although this exactly what more than he’d expected. Not that he was complaining at all. His back arched she started moving her hips again, groaning as she hovered just above him. He couldn’t touch her or kiss her like this and it was as maddening as it was sexy.
Becky found that she quite liked that look of longing in his eyes as she moved above him. She kept the pace fairly slow just to torment him a little at first, but gradually as her own pleasure built, she quickened the movements of her hips. "You feel so perfect..." she whispered, unable to keep her mouth away from his any longer and leaning forward to catch his lips, eyes closing into the kiss though she continued to move her hips.
It was delicious torture. Cathair groaned and moved his hips against Becky’s more urgently, trying to drive her as mad as she was driving him. He could easily break her grasp on his hands, but that was no fun at all, so he behaved himself. He moaned into her mouth as she leaned down to kiss him, grinding his hips against hers more urgently. He could feel the pressure starting at the base of his spine, the ache was spreading rapidly through his balls.
Letting out a soft groan, muffled by his lips, Becky kissed him once more before pulling back from his mouth again. She caught his lower lip briefly with her teeth and then smiled a bit at him as she drew his hands up to her chest and sat in a more upright position. Releasing his hands once they were against her breasts, she picked up the pace of her movements, so close that she could practically taste her climax. "God, Cathair..." she whimpered, eyes closing as her head fell back on her shoulders.
He let out a grunt when she nipped his lip, thrusting up into her hard. His eyes were drawn to where she drew his hands, cupping her breasts and stroking his thumbs across nipples. That got another shudder from him, especially how tightly she was winding up around him. “Rebecca,” he breathed, arching up into her everytime she came down completely on his length. So bloody fantastic.
She gasped out, both a product of the teasing thumbs and his utterance of her full name. "I love it when you call me... Rebecca..." she whispered as she rode him a bit more quickly, winding herself up as much as she knew she was doing to him as well. "Oh, Cath!" she cried, teetering on the edge and perhaps trying to give him some warning but failing miserably as her hips bucked and she contorted into a pleasure filled arch, breasts pressing against his hands and muscles clenching around him.
He rather thought it sounded better with his Irish accent, and it was more fitting a woman and mother than Becky. Especially as it got this reaction from her. Cathair shuddered himself, hands dropping to grasp her hips as she orgasmed. He grunted and kept moving beneath her, pushing his length into her a moment more before going over himself. Panting and shuddering, he just held Becky there until he was finished spilling, then slid his hands up her sides and back to pull her down with him as he lay back. Then he wrapped her up in his arms and chuckled softly. “I love when you do that,” he informed her. “The dominant bit. It’s a lovely change.”
She had collapsed onto his chest, her breathing erratic as she came down from her high. Her own arms pressed in close to the man, holding tight to him in that moment. She smirked a little at her fiance's words. "I'm sure Colin's told you I'm bossy." she murmured. "Guess I can be dominant as well." She was satisfied that she pleased him, that was all that really mattered to her in that moment. "I love you." she murmured softly.
Cathair scoffed at that. “I wouldn’t believe it if he had,” he told her. “You’re as sweet as sugar. Of course, he likely needs it more than I do.” She always pleased him, there was never any question about that. “I love you too, my angel,” he murmured back, dropping a kiss atop her golden curls.
"I can be bossy." she told him. "But you're right, he does need it more than you do. I keep telling him if he'd just do as I say to begin with, there'd be no issues." she grinned. She loved Colin, but they still bickered like they were twelve years old. Turning her face up enough to let her eyes meet his, Becky let out a content little sigh. "You know you're my angel too." she murmured.
He was certain she could be. But Cathair had not needed it and honestly hoped he never did. “Well, he’s your brother, it’s in his nature to contradict you, or so I’m told.” He was an only child and thus his experience with sibling politics was only from the viewpoint of the parent who was trying to mediate between them. He words made him chuckle. “I’m no angel, love,” he told her. “But I’m flattered you think I’m worthy of such a title.”
"You're an angel to me." she murmured. "The same as I am one to you. Whether either of us truly believes that we deserve that title, it's ours. The both of us. Same as it's meant for those two little girls of ours." she breathed, leaning up to catch his lips in a soft little kiss. "And maybe, if we're lucky, we'll get a little boy." she went on. "Once we're married of course." Becky had decided that she did want another child, a boy hopefully but she'd be just as happy with a little girl. She'd also decided that perhaps after their wedding, she'd stop taking her birth control pill.
All right, now he could see the bossy a bit. Cathair chuckled again. “God’s truth,” he relented, leaning down to make the kissing a bit easier. “Yes, once we’re married.” Not that it mattered any, since they’d be married in less than six weeks. “Then we can start thinking about other children.”
She smiled at him. "I hope he looks like you." she murmured, lifting her hand to gently brush her fingers over his cheek. "Remind me why we don't just run off and elope?" she whispered. It sounded like a pretty good plan to her, but then again she did want to wear a pretty dress and torment him with taking pictures and behaving all day before he could strip it off of her.
“I hope he has these curls,” he teased, reaching up to card his fingers through her hair. “Even though he’ll hate them, because boys don’t give a whit about their hair.” Cathair sighed. “I suppose we could. But it doesn’t seem right. You deserve the wedding you were denied, my love. So does your family. I’m certainly in the position to give it to you and it isn’t as if there’s that much of a rush. We’re rushing it enough as it is.” He leaned down to kiss her again. “Besides, my father would have my head if I didn’t give my bride a proper wedding.”
That had her laughing lightly. "He certainly would." she murmured. "But then all the girls would love him because girls love boys with curls." She smiled at his words about the wedding and nodded a little. "It's not all that long away. I'll be your wife soon enough and I suppose I'll just have to contain my enthusiasm for that day until then."
“Yes, any children you give me will be darling if they look a thing at all like you,” he agreed. He nodded and kissed her again. “I promised, remember? I’ll behave myself until the wedding. Now it’s just wanting to get it over with so we can be man and wife.”
"It's quite difficult to behave." she whispered as he rested her head against his chest once more. "It's all your fault for being so gorgeous and dashing and that accent..." she said, sighing contentedly as she closed her eyes. "I'm completely powerless to your amazingness, Cathair Delaney."
That wasn’t what he meant by behaving, but since she took it in that context and not the one where she fretted herself sick something would happen to him before the wedding, Cathair didn’t correct her. “I never agreed to behave that way,” he told her. “Because I knew it’d not happen. You’re far too tempting and lovely to keep my hands and lips off of, Rebecca.” And now he was getting aroused again.
As she'd yet to lift her hips enough to slip off of him, she could tell he was starting to become aroused once more. "I have the sneaking suspicion that I'm tempting you at this very moment." she whispered, deliberately clenching her muscles around him.
“You are,” he agreed, rolling his hips up into Becky’s for emphasis. “It’s safe to assume you’re tempted as well, my love?” Cathair knew she was, but the wordplay was just as thrilling as any other form of foreplay.
The little gasp that sounded from the blonde said that she was very tempted. "Mhm." she responded, lifting her head and letting her eyes meet his. "Though this time, I think you should get to pick the position." she smirked. "Show me a little bit of your dominance, Mr. Delaney. I do love it when you take charge."
Cathair chuckled. Because he pretty much took charge most of the time. But since she’d requested it, he wasn’t about to refuse her. “Now how can say no to that sort of request?” he teased, grabbing her firmly by the hips and reversing their positions. “You should know better than to give me free reign though.” Now he was of a mind to tease her mercilessly before a second go. Leaning down to kiss Becky, he started trailing his lips down her throat and across her collarbone. Delicious.
"Free reign." she whispered, her fingers sliding into his hair as those perfect lips of his began to tease her. "Any way you want me..." she went on, determined to rile him up until he snapped. Yes, he did take charge most of the time, but she supposed that made the times when she was in control that much more pleasurable for the man. As if he was complaining about who was in charge anyway. They were both thoroughly pleased with one another she was sure.