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Who: Rachel and Kevin Flynn
When: Saturday, late June
Where: The Flynn Household
What: Rachel dreams about being a brightly colored unicorn
Rating/Warning: Sexy times, high stuff in here
Status: Complete.


Kevin whistled to himself as he puttered around the kitchen in sweatpants and his undershirt, busy making himself breakfast. At noon. He’d been up late coding a new program he’d come up with on a whim, and knew he had to get all the code down before he got distracted with the myriad of things that involved both being married and running ENCOM in his ailing father’s place. More than once he wished he and Rachel had simply stayed in Vegas for good. In Vegas he had his arcade, all the best technological conventions were held there, and most importantly he wasn’t in the thick of all the office politics of a company that had spurned his innovative way of doing things to begin with.

Whatever. On this bright and sunny Saturday morning, with the golden sunlight streaming through the windows, and the Keurig doing its thing, and that song he was whistling whose name he’d forgotten thoroughly stuck in his head - Kevin had no worries. Just coffee, eggs, and hot dogs cooking. Yes, hot dogs.

Rachel found that she couldn’t sleep when Kevin was up working late into the night. It happened with such frequency that it was nearly normal now, and she had little tricks as to how to keep herself occupied while he was working. Last night she’d been designing late into the night, the snip snip of the scissors quickly followed by the humming of her sewing machine. By the time two o’clock in the morning rolled around she decided it was time to either bite the bullet and try to sleep, or sacrifice her diurnal rhythm and finish the dress.

When she rolled out of bed in the late morning, she had a new dress. The Dreams she’d dreamed all night long stayed on her mind as she showered, dressed, and came out into the kitchen wearing her creation. “You’ll never believe what I dreamed about all night last night.”

“I hope it was about me,” Kevin snickered as he scooped the fried eggs from the pan with a spatula onto a plate. He paused to look at Rachel in her new dress. “Nice! You just pick that up?” He was teasing, of course. He knew she’d been up making it, had seen bits of the material about earlier in the day. He leaned over and gave her a kiss on the lips. “You look amazing, hun.” She always did. Rachel could prance around in a paper bag and he’d still think she looked hot.

“Not about you, no. Where’s my coffee?” Rachel asked, moving further into the kitchen. His comment about the dress made her grin softly to herself. Of course he knew she’d made it. But it did look impressively designed. Perfect for these early summer days when it was hot but fairly unpredictable as to how hot it was going to be. “Just a little something I whipped up while someone was working until ungodly hours last night.” And she returned his kiss. “Something smells positively amazing. What have you been up to in here? Do I smell hot dogs?”

Kevin pouted dramatically when she shot down his guess about her dreams. "But I'm the stuff dreams are made of." He was in a goofy mood, but then again most times he was. He pointed the spatula at the big Tassimo machine in the corner on the counter. "She's all ready to go. Wasn't sure when you'd be up so you just need to push the button." He went over to the oven and with a dish towel that had been over his shoulder, procured the crispy hot dogs from the oven. "Yep. Hot dogs and eggs. Not exactly green eggs and ham, but close enough. " he teased setting them down on the stovetop. "And for the record it was a stroke of inspiration," he said lightly in defense. "And all amazing work tends to happen after midnight." He gave a nod at her dress as reference. He'd only made food for himself because he wasn't sure what Rachel would have wanted, but there were three dogs on the tray. He wouldn't die if he sacrificed any. "Want any? You can have the eggs, they'll get cold soon, I can make more." He leaned against the island and folded his arms across his chest. "So what was this fabulous dream of yours?"

Rachel hit the button on the Tassimo machine and then set about grabbing a plate and dishing herself up some eggs. And a hot dog. Stolen conspicuously from the dish he pulled out of the oven. “I think I prefer my eggs yellow, actually. Or white.” She said, then attacked her plate with salt and pepper. She blushed at his comment about amazing work. then gave him a grin. “Hopefully you can have your future inspirations before the owls come out. Or, at least, give me notice so I can fully prepare. I had to pull this fabric out of my scrap pile.”

As she switched topics to her dream, she moved to lean against the counter, holding her plate with one hand and her fork with another. The Tassimo finished spilling her coffee into her mug, and she’d dress it with cream and sugar in a minute. “...it’s ridiculous. You’re going to laugh.”

He chuckled. "Inspiration is never scheduled. But I'll give fair warning next time, sorry babe." He grabbed a fork and without ceremony started eating the hot dog sans bread or anything. He was too hungry to care.

Eyebrows went up as Rachel prefaced her tale of subconscious regalia with that simple statement. Now she had his undivided attention. "Ooh, do tell."

Rachel at least wanted ketchup for her eggs and hot dog. She moved to the fridge to pull it out, along with the sweetened creamer that she liked in her coffee. “Okay, well… I live in this little town called Ponyville. And though it’s a small, quiet town, my shop is the height of fashion. I run this little haute couture shop. It’s very chic.”

Kevin wrinkled his nose. So far it didn't sound too ridiculous, just the name of the town. "Ponyville? Weird name for a town. But then who knows, there's a lot of towns people don't know the names of, right? What state is it in? No wait, lemme guess: North Dakota. They have horses right?" He grinned. He had no doubt she was a fashionista in her dreams, it stood to reason. She was that good.

“It’s in a place called Equestria. It’s called Ponyville because… well, we’re all ponies. Or unicorns or pegasi. And There’s Canterlot, and Manehattan…” She nearly groaned at the puns. “I don’t know. It’s insane. Do you think I’m insane?”

Kevin stared at his wife for a good fifteen seconds, the look of confusion mingled with amusement written all over his features. “Wait,” he let out the preliminary short laugh he had when absolutely tickled about something. “You’re...you’re a pony? That...lives in a town, and country, all with puntastic names.” He started laughing. He had to, it was too crazy. “You’re not insane, baby, maybe over tired?” He gave the top of her head a kiss, ruffling her hair a little. “You really think it’s one of those dream dreams?” He suddenly sounded a little uncertain as he said it, while he went over to the fridge and stuck his head in looking for a drink - forgetting he had coffee already in the mug on the counter.

“I don’t know.” Rachel was frowning slightly. She didn’t like the idea that her dreams--or, Dreams, if that’s what they were--were a form of amusement for him. She didn’t like that he was laughing at her, even though she would fully acknowledge that her dreams were ridiculous. She’d probably laugh at them, too, if he… hadn’t laughed first.

The frown turned into a bit of a pout, and she moved to her own coffee cup to sip from it. “It seems so real when I’m in them. Technicolor and a bit… squishy. Cartoon-like.” She put the mug down and speared at her hot dog in frustration. Why couldn’t she have normal dreams like everyone else?

If Kevin hadn’t still been rooting around the fridge, pushing aside cups of yogurt and rearranging Red Bulls, he’d have seen his faux paux and immediately apologized. An unfortunate side effect of his eccentric personality was that he sometimes came off like a jackass.

“‘Squishy?’” there was a moment as he moved around more stuff, then he added, “Techni...wait, are you supposed to be a cartoon?” He blinked stupidly at the jar of pickles as the idea sank in. When Kevin finally closed the fridge, sans drink and was scanning for his mug, his gaze fell on Rachel and her unmistakable pout.

Oh. Crap.

“Babe?” he started, and as with most men, the delayed reaction of what he’d done wrong still hadn’t hit him. “You okay?”

Rachel set her fork down and folded her arms across her chest. “Why wouldn’t I be?” Her tone said ‘you’re in trouble, Kevin Flynn.’ She leaned back against the counter and didn’t meet his eyes. Honestly, Rachel was a bit of a drama queen. Whenever her feelings were hurt, she’d take it to the extreme. And her feelings were hurt now. It was a wonder she wasn’t snapping at him and slamming cupboard doors, or worse.

Kevin knew exactly what needed to be done, and like spotting the first sign of problems with a computer, stepped in quickly to avert potential disaster.

He moved over to Rachel with a cooing "Hey," and gently pulled her into his arms, fingers of one hand caressing her hair. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sound like an ass. I shouldn't have laughed." Thankfully for his sake that delayed reaction had finally set in. He looked into her beautiful hazel eyes (or tried to since she wasn't looking directly at him), trying to seek permission to kiss her in apology. "Baby, if these are your dreams then these are your dreams and I promise I won't laugh." He really didn't have room to in actuality, his was about being trapped inside a computer. What by all appearances seemed to be a really old one. It was like the plot out of a cheesy movie.

He did his Kevin Flynn puppy dog eyes. "Forgive me?"

Rachel wanted to milk it for all it was worth. That’s sort of how she operated, actually. She’d play it up, fly off the handle, be over the top. It was her MO. But when Kev’s strong, warm arms wrapped around her and his eyes finally met hers, she couldn’t help giving in to the puppy dog eyes. Though, she kept some of her resolve. “Just don’t do it again, all right?” She snapped. But then she kissed him softly. Apology accepted.

“It’s embarrassing. Dreaming I’m some unicorn in a technicolor cartoon.”

He couldn't blame her for being frustrated. Countless posts were in Valar about people turning into vampires or getting superpowers or cool artifacts from their dreams. And here his wife's dreams are something out of a saturday morning lineup for five year olds. Truth be told even Kevin had dream envy. Stark just had to have all the cool toys, even in and manifesting from his dreams.

"Come on now." He rubbed her back and nuzzled the top of her head reassuringly. "So you're a unicorn. They're considered beautiful by default. And have all kinds of magical powers. Considering it's you I bet you're the most gorgeous one there. Even as a cartoon."

“Well… I am beautiful.” Rachel said, giving a little shrug of her shoulders. She couldn’t help but be drawn in as he rubbed her back and nuzzled her. All the things she liked. Funny how Kevin--perhaps after years of practice--had the ability to halt her dramatic tyrades and turn things around even before they really got going. “Wouldn’t it be lovely if I got some of those powers? The telekinesis” (a word she’d picked up from spending too much time with Kevin watching X-Men movies and the like) “alone is amazing.”

Kevin smirked as he rested his chin atop her head a moment. Most men would have considered Rachel high maintenance and misconstrued her self confidence for a small dose of narcissism or vanity. But Kevin had always seen a firecracker of a woman, who knew who she was and what she wanted, and like him, didn’t give a damn what anyone else thought. He had learned to outmaneuver her dramatics, and sometimes inwardly found them amusing (he did like to push peoples buttons just to see what they did, after all).

He pulled back a little to look down at her in surprise. “You’re a telekinetic unicorn? That’s pretty damn cool. I didn’t even know unicorns could do that.” And he wasn’t saying that just to assuage what might be left of her temper. He really meant it.

“Telekinetic unicorn. That’s how I do the sewing, you know. With hooves instead of fingers, threading needles would be almost impossible without magic.” Rachel explained. She let a smile take over her lips again, and stepped in against her husband. Her arms wrapped around his middle and she cuddled close in against his chest.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and smiled, chuckling softly. "So you're a fashionista in both worlds? Sounds about right. What kind of cartoon is this, with sewing unicorn ponies? What did you dream about exactly?"

“It’s… bright and colorful, and nothing terrible ever happens. The dreams aren’t at all unpleasant. I imagine it to be some sort of Disney cartoon, or something.” She spoke with her face smooshed up against his chest. Then she went up on her toes and pressed some soft kisses against the side of his neck.

Kevin raised an eyebrow. He knew Rachel could be mercurial, but he hadn’t seen this coming. Not that he was going to protest. His wife knew precisely what got him going, and the feel of her soft lips against that spot along his neck was just right. He threaded the fingers of one hand through her soft hair, smiling. He kept his other hand softly rubbing along her back, just to play it safe for the moment. “I...I’m glad it’s not dark like some people’s dreams. Or you know, straight up B-movie like mine.” He was trying to focus on talking and not what the rest of his body wanted to do. But the feel of the light cotton dress beneath his fingers and the smell of her freshly washed hair was intoxicating, even over the various fragrances still about in the kitchen.

Right. Coffee, eggs, hot dogs and shampoo. Intoxicating. Though, Rachel wasn’t going to argue it. She was right there with him. Funny how being close to him like this could ramp up her physical affection. Then again, was that really funny? it was sort of… assumed. She slowly lifted one arm to drape up and over his shoulder, pulling herself in closer to his body. “No. Definitely not B-movie. It’s a good quality cartoon.” She spoke between kisses against his skin.

“Good...that’s good.” Kevin murmured. The hand at her back slowly slid down to her lower backside, gently squeezing and pulling her more against himself. He turned his head and nuzzled for a kiss. “You deserve only the best.”

“I know.” Rachel responded, grinning. She let her lips find his. There was the hint of hot dogs, the taste of coffee, the smell of shampoo. Maybe it was intoxicating. Or maybe that was the love that she felt for this man in her arms--the man she couldn’t live without now--her husband. She sighed as she kissed him, feeling heat and hunger rise within her. When did he have to leave for work? How much time did they have?

If Kevin could have read Rachel's mind at that moment he would have laughed. Or maybe not since that had landed him in hot water in the first place. It was Saturday so they had nothing but time and he intended to make every minute count.

Desire was starting to consume him as their kisses grew hungry and hands started to roam; the simultaneous excitement and frustration of last night's coding session had left him wound up in a completely different way. He wanted sweet release in his gorgeous wife's arms.

With a playful growl in his throat, Kevin's strong hands played over the cotton dress before he grabbed her hips and in a smooth 180, hoisted her onto the island counter that had been behind him.

Rachel had to break her mouth away from his skin when he lifted her and twirled her around to sit on the counter. A laugh escaped her, and she tangled both hands in his curls. It wouldn’t be the first time they’d shagged in the kitchen, and if Rachel had a say so, it wouldn’t be the last, either. She pressed her body forward to the edge of the counter, and wrapped both legs around him.

“God I love you,” he grinned, leaning his forehead against hers as her fingers wove through his hair. He sighed contentedly before stealing a few more kisses, while his hands wasted no time running up along her legs and under her dress. Fingertips traced along the soft skin of her thighs while his lips tasted skin along her neck to her collarbone. He inhaled deeply the fresh, clean scent of her recent shower; she smelled of lavender and something soft.

The fresh, clean scent of the shower combined with the lingering smells of eggs and hot dogs cooking. Alluring. Rachel wasn’t thinking straight, though, about the smells. She was thinking about his body against hers, the gruffness in his voice when he spoke. She wanted him. She couldn’t deny it. “I love you,” she purred in response, her voice breathy. Her nails ran along his scalp. “I want you.”

She got a needy groan in reply and teeth grazing along the skin of her neck as Kevin was tempted to bite playfully. His hands were pushing up the dress, wanting it off of her, wanting more skin between them.

It didn’t take much to get the dress up and over her head. Soon it was joined by his t-shirt in a pile on the kitchen floor. Then Rach was working on his pants. Frantic, passionate, amazing kitchen sex wasn’t a strange thing for the two of them. It wasn’t an everyday occurrence, but it happened enough that this had become comfortable.

Rachel's nimble hands had made short work of his sweatpants which landed in a heap about his ankles. His boxers soon followed and he stepped out of both, kicking them off to the side. Unwrapping her legs from around his waist momentarily, Kevin's own hands hurriedly tugged off her panties, flinging them somewhere to join the rest of their clothing. His hands commandingly wrapped those slender limbs around him again and with a hungry growl he pressed his lips to hers, kissing Rachel passionately. Had he had a moment to think past his all consuming desire for his wife at the moment, Kevin probably would have paused to realize that Kitchen sex was his favorite kind. He couldn't say why, maybe it was the spur of the moment way it happened each time. Maybe because it just felt so damn good.

Rachel returned his kisses, wrapping her legs around him and drawing him to her. Honestly, she loved sex with Kevin no matter where they were doing it. Shower, bed, hallway carpet, kitchen counter… it was always good. Most likely it was because she was passionately in love with him. Everything he did made her toes curl and her heart thunder. Her mouth met his, and she reached a hand between them to help guide him inside her. She wanted this, she wanted him. Now.

Kevin moaned against her lips as he felt her hand on his length, guiding him until he was inside her. “God, you always feel amazing.” He buried his face in the soft skin of her breasts, kissing and tasting, losing himself in her. His hands roamed her body, fingertips gliding over smooth skin, one hand finding its way to one breast as his mouth teased the other. His free hand held her hips in place as he started to gently thrust. “Remind me to thank whoever built this place for putting this counter here.” He mumbled into her skin.

Rachel gave a little laugh, though it was mostly gasping. “You mean… the architect who decided that the kitchen needed a counter?” She asked, lifting one leg to wrap around him. Her hands tangled in his hair, her back arched, her body reacted to every touch. “I’ll try to remind you,” she breathed as pleasure started to pool within her. Sweat was breaking out on her body as she moved against him. arms tightening their grip on him, legs going tense with desire.

Kevin was starting to build a steady rhythm as the pleasure kept building, the fire of it spreading to every inch of his being. His hands were all over; in Rachel's hair as he kissed her deeply, then caressing the arch of her back, moving to cup and squeeze breasts and then her rear end. He was moaning audibly now, and he could feel how flush he was and the sweat breaking out on his skin from their exertions. "Rachel..." he said in a voice that was between a moan and a grunt. He couldn't say more beyond that, the sensations of the sex overtaking him. He wanted this to go on forever and slowed his pace just a little to draw things out.

It was amazing how the pleasure in his body mirrored the pleasure in her own. She found heat in her body spread in waves as she could tell it was building in his. Her mouth found his neck and latched on, slurping gently against his skin as her hips pushed back down against his. The friction was wonderful, pushing her further and further toward her release. And just when she thought it might overtake her, he slowed down. She whimpered. “...more.”

Kevin breathlessly chuckled. Her whimpering for more just made it more irresistible to really give it to her, but he was a tease both in and out of the sack. "You know, I heard about this new technique where the couple never reaches orgasm. Heard that kind of sex is even more amazing." He was still making sure to thrust, and deeply as his urges were as demanding as Rachel's. His blue eyes twinkled with mischief as he looked down at her. He moved even slower, sliding in and out gently as if to prove the point. He dragged his lips against hers and nibbled on the lower one. "We might have to have sex all day."

“What? No. I don’t like that idea,” Rachel said, gasping softly at the end of the sentence. “...That tantric yoga stuff? I dunno. I like to come.” She breathed, arching her back and raking her fingernails along his scalp. “Besides, the faster it happens, the sooner we can do it again. And again. And again. And again.” She lowered her lips to his neck and started to kiss him there as her hips moved against his.

Kevin smirked. He really couldn't argue with that. "You like to come, huh?" He took it as a kind of challenge (wasn't everything?) to get his sexy wife to come spectacularly. "Mmm then let's come, gorgeous. I wanna hear it." He started the momentum again, speeding up and thrusting deep and with equally as deep passion. A hand traced down between them and fingertips found and teased her nub a moment as he could feel them both starting to lose control as they hurtled towards a climax. His whole body was buzzing with anticipation, his mind high on pleasure.

She hadn’t really meant to challenge him, but she could feel the competitive streak in him flare up at the idea, and really wished she knew how she’d done it. She’d do it again and again. It was nice to feel that urge in him. It built with hers. “Oh yeah?” She moaned, breathing becoming labored again as pleasure built within her. “Okay, then.” And she moaned. Her fingernails ran down his shoulders, pulling him in. They were both covered in sweat now, and her toes were curling, her muscles going tight. She clamped down around him as she came, arching her spine, throwing her head back and moaning loudly.

God, it was the hottest sound and sight in the world to Kevin when she'd moan like that while coming. He felt Rachel orgasm and moaned loudly right in chorus with her as it pushed him over the edge and he came hard moments later. He shuddered a little as his release was so intense; Kevin buried his face in Rachel's neck, suckling softly on her skin as he moaned against it. They might have been still but their bodies were heaving as they tried to catch their breath. Kevin liked this moment, the sudden stillness, the revelling in the pleasure they had given each other. "I love you." He gasped, now leaning a little against the counter as they held each other.

“I love you,” she breathed. Little waves of pleasure were still rocking through her, making her shudder against him. She clung there, tightly, breathing hard and grinning against his skin. “I think you like to come, too,” she teased, tightening her legs around him for a moment.

Kevin laughed into her skin. "That obvious huh?" He nibbled playfully. Yep, kitchen sex was definitely his favorite. He was still tingling with the high of their climax.

Rach chuckled softly. Her body was starting to go limp now. “...let’s shower and nap.” She suggested, trailing her fingertips ever so lightly against his sweaty, sensitive skin. “...and then have another go.”

The feel of her delicate fingers was delightful on top of everything else. The afterglow was starting to fade and a shower sounded good. "Alright beautiful, let's get cleaned up." He stepped back and then picked her up in his arms, carrying her to the master bathroom. "And once we've recharged you pick the spot." He grinned his playful trademark grin and kissed her lips.