Fred

"D-damn, Lex."

I looked up at Alexis as she moved her hips against mine vigorously, unable to pry my eyes away from her face.

She let out moan after moan, obviously enjoying herself. Now that I'd thought of it, our sexual encounters had definitely changed since she'd gotten pregnant.

She trailed her fingertips up her midsection and to the curves of her chest. She looked down at me and bit down on her lip, replacing her hands with mine.

I leaned forward and suckled on the soft skin. I kept my eyes locked on hers, fighting the climax eating at me.

"Yes, baby, don't stop," she whispered, her arms tightly wound around my neck.

I dug my fingertips into her back, resting my head against her chest as I hushed my groan. "Fuck."

I grabbed a handful of her hair. I'd vowed to myself that I'd be gentle with her, considering she was pregnant with my child, but I really didn't think she wanted that.

She let out a moan, her nails digging into my shoulder blades. She wrapped her free hand around my neck, making my eyebrows go into a deep furrow.

"That's how we're playing," I muttered, nodding up at her.

"Yeah," she said. I could see the need for challenge in her eyes.

I dropped my hands from her hair, tightly gripping her hips to stop her.

"I was enjoying that," she sneered, gasping when I flipped us over.

She wrapped an arm around my neck, pulling my lips down to hers. I slipped my tongue in between her lips, thrusting deep into her.

She moaned into my mouth and I pulled away from her, wrapping my hand around her throat. She simply smiled up at me. What woman's eyes light up because a hand wraps around her throat?

Her smile slowly faded, and instead, her lips parted with a loud moan. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled my face down to her chest, pushing her hips against mine.

I bit down on her skin, pushing her hand away when she reached for her bud. I pinned both of her hands above her head, using my free hand to send her over the edge and into a dizzying climax.

Her climax triggered mine. Her loud moan mixed with my groan, and I fell against her, breathless.

"I'm so happy you're my husband," she muttered, gently rubbing my hair.

I nodded, unable to get any words out. I was still feeling the effects of the orgasm I'd put off for a solid five minutes, it'd felt like.

I rolled over to my side of the bed, resting my forearm on my forehead.

"You know, that was my biggest fear."

"What?" I asked, rubbing my tired eyes.

"Marrying someone that'd be bland in bed."

"Thank God you didn't, right?" I muttered, throwing my arm over her midsection. I rested my head on her bare chest, pressing kisses to her skin.

"You think I hurt the baby?" I asked, shooting up from my position. Thirty seconds ago, I could've fallen asleep, but now, I was wide awake.

She smiled, looking up at me. "No, Fred. Women have sex when they're pregnant all the time."

"Doesn't mean it doesn't hurt the baby," I muttered, placing my hand on her stomach. "You good, man?"

She giggled. "I think he's good. And we're still not even sure it's a boy."

"He's a boy," I said, "my future quarterback."

I threw the covers off of me and stood, scratching my abdomen before grabbing a pair of underwear.

"You know, quarterbacks aren't all that," she muttered, tracing circles on the sheets.

"Okay, running back," I muttered.

She giggled. "I'll totally be the mom to make those cheesy jerseys-"

"Uh, no, you won't," I said, "not if I can control it."

"Which you won't be able to," she adamantly stated.

She stood up. I realized I'd never have the strength to not give the woman a double take every time I saw her.

She smiled, wrapping her robe around her. "What?"

I grabbed her hand and pulled her into me. "Oh, nothing. I just married the absolute sexiest woman alive."

"Mm hmm," she muttered, smiling up at me.

"You still get flustered," I said, "don't even act like you don't."

She giggled, pushing herself away from me. "Join me for a shower? Maybe a second round?"

I let out a sigh, looking down at her. "Ah, what the hell. What else are honeymoons for?"

~*~

Jo

I sighed as I unlocked the door of my penthouse. It was, again, past midnight.

I stepped inside and gently dropped my briefcase, attempting to be quiet. I shrugged out of my jacket and hung it up on the rack.

I needed a glass of something. Even if it was water, although alcohol was definitely what I was leaning towards, I'd settle.

I grabbed a glass out of the cabinet. I searched through my liquor for something to quench my need, and eventually settled on whiskey. I was my father's son.

I heard footsteps, making me turn around. "I woke you, didn't I?"

Lena hugged her robe close to her. "N-no."

She rubbed her eyes and I sighed, placing my glass on the counter. "Yes, I did."

She smiled a soft smile. "Hi."

"Hi," I greeted. She deserved someone that could come home before midnight. Her soft face deserved kisses to send her to sleep. Her body deserved another warm body against hers, not a pillow.

"How was your day?" She asked, leaning against the island.

I looked at her, biting down on my bottom lip. "Long."

"Aside from that, I already knew that," she quietly muttered.

"You don't deserve this," I said, rubbing my eyes.

She grabbed the glass of whiskey from in front of me. "And you don't deserve this."

I looked over at her.

"You don't deserve to beat yourself up," she said.

"No, I do," I said, nodding over at her. "I don't ever want you to feel like you're put on the back burner, or like you're not my first priority."

"I don't feel- well, yeah, I do," she quietly muttered, earning my eyes, "b-but I know your business is your first priority. I knew that when I got into this."

I let out a breath, my eyes glued to her. "You really feel that way?"

"Jo, you have a multi-billion dollar operation to keep running," she said, obviously attempting to make me feel better, "I know that's what comes first, and that's okay-"

"No!" I yelled, slamming my hand down on the counter.

She jumped, her breathing heavy.

"God damn it," I muttered, shaking my head, "th-the business is not my first priority. It's not supposed to be. It's not."

"I didn't mean it in a bad way, Jo," she whispered, gently touching my arm.

"I watched Dad do it. And we see how that worked out."

"It's not my place, Jo, but what happened with your parents was not your father's fault."

"Never said it was," I said, looking away from her. I clenched my jaw and closed my eyes, "Dad's a good man, but he's got his flaws. It took him a while to realize the business couldn't consume him."

"He's a good dad, Jo," she softly said, "he raised you right and you know it."

"I don't doubt him as a dad. I never will," I said, "but I had my doubts about him as a husband. He's changed, completely, but I don't ever want to doubt myself as a husband the way I doubted him."

"I'll say it again. What happened with them wasn't his fault, Jo." She pressed a kiss to my bicep and rubbed my back, resting her forehead against my arm.

I grabbed the glass she'd taken from me and took a sip of my whiskey, placing it on the counter.

"Come to bed," she whispered, looking up at me.

I nodded, rubbing my tired eyes. She rubbed my arm one last time before walking out of the dark kitchen, and leaving me on my own.

~*~

Alexis

I moved my hips against Fred's, grinning as I raked a hand through my hair.

"This is your scene, isn't it?" He asked, his hands gently resting in the curve of my waist.

"Mm hmm," I reached around and wrapped my arm around his neck, moving my hips to the beat of the music blaring.

Dancing in the streets of a foreign country- it'd become one of my favorite pastimes.

Specifically with Freddy King.

"Free margarita?"

I opened my eyes and laughed at the tray of margaritas in my face. "Woah."

"She can't," Fred answered, his chin on my shoulder. I could feel his smile as he palmed my stomach, and I covered his hands with my own.

"But you can," I said, looking back at him.

"You can," the guy in front of us said, a convincing smile on his face.

Fred chuckled and held me close. "Margaritas are her weakness. I'd just be teasing her."

"No," I said, turning around to face him, "drink it for me."

"Are you trying to get your husband drunk?" He asked, grinning down at me.

I smiled, pressing a kiss to his throat. "Of course not."

"I think we're good," he said, "thank you for the offer, though."

"Tips are never required, but always appreciated!"

"Buy yourself something nice," Fred said, holding a twenty out to him.

"Much appreciated, papí," the bartender said, winking before offering free margaritas to the others around us.

"So generous," I said, trailing my hands up his abdomen.

"Mm hmm," he muttered, "I'll be generous tonight, too."

"I'm going to need more details," I said, smiling up at him.

The lust between us was strong, but it was replaced with raw intimacy for a solid minute. There were tons of distractions around us, but we couldn't acknowledge any of them. Only each other.

He smiled, tucking a chunk of hair behind my ear. "We'll get out of here soon enough and you'll find out."

I smiled, resting my head against his chest. "This is a nice song."

He gently rubbed my hair, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. "Mm hmm."

"What about soccer?"

He pulled away from me. "Hm?"

"Or track?" I asked, grabbing both of his hands.

He chuckled. "Football has to be on the list. You know, his dad did get a scholarship to Chicago for football."

"I bet you'll be a good coach," I said, smiling up at him.

"I bet you'll be a good overprotective mom," he chuckled.

I giggled. "Hey, I've never been able to put up with my babies getting hurt."

I brushed a strand of hair away from his forehead, smiling.

"You're going to be an amazing mom, Lex," he said, nodding down at me.

"And I couldn't imagine doing this with anyone else," I said, pressing a kiss to his lips.

And with that, we ended our night with dancing in the streets of Greece.

~*~

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