She watches as Jim hugs Zoe close to him, glaring at poor Sam Marcos their new son-in-law over her shoulder, like with Maddy, he’s having trouble letting go, especially since it’s the last of their children leaving the house, doesn’t matter that the newlyweds are only moving a few house down or that their other children, live not a block down from them, to Jim, Zoe leaving mean losing all of them forever, as the young couple leaves she circles an arm around his waist “There’s a good thing about an empty house, Jim” she says giving him a slow smile when he raises an eyebrow, she lets out a surprised laugh as he picks her up, still surprisingly strong in his later years and throws her over his shoulder, he’s finally getting it.
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They earn the reputation of being sweet, cute, ‘hand-holding sweethearts’, they both take it with humor, Maddy blushes when the girls call them adorable, Mark just smiles when his buddies tease the crap out of him, they can say what they want, they don’t see when Maddy catches his eyes, her brown eyes twinkling with mischievousness as she gestures to the tree line, there lost in the forest with Maddy begging for more, panting in his ear as he gives a hard thrust of his hips, her nails biting into his shoulders he chuckles, sweet, cute, innocent, sure.
(continuation to Maddy X Mark -card)
“Reynolds, I’ve accepted that you and my little girl are getting married, I’ve even accepted in the corner of my brain that you and her may be having sex, but I don’t need to know” Jim says with a scowl as he paces in front of the nervous soldier holding up the homemade card “Anymore of this, and I’m going to forget the promise I made to Maddy, Elisabeth, Zoe, Wash and Taylor of not shooting you.”
She stares at him, a wide smile on her face as he holds a bowl in one hand and a brush in the other, “You better appreciate this, princess” he says dryly even as a grin peeks through when the brush makes contact with her skin “I had to ask the Shannon girl how to make the chocolate, once she figured out why I wanted it in liquid form she wouldn’t stop giggling, I’m losing bad-ass point over here.”
“Mark Reynolds!” she shouts as she comes to stand before her fiancé, she waves the homemade card in her hand, her eyes narrow when he smirks and asks if she liked it, she blushes as she remember all the racy things he wrote in there “I did,” she says with a sugary smile, anticipating his reaction to her next words, he doesn’t disappoint as he pales “My dad liked it too, see he read it first, said he’ll talk to you about it later…”
She comes home after a long but rewarding day in the lab, now she wants nothing more than to take a shower and drop into her bed but as she takes in the sight of her kitchen she knows that won’t be the case, the counters, the shove, just about every inch of the space is covered with blue stickiness, in the middle her husband and son both covered too, give her identical smiles, blue colored eyes lit with excitement “Mommy!” her son exclaims as Mark shrugs at her behind him “Daddy, brought blueberries, we made you pie!”
Carter lays on the cot, his arms behind his head and his tongue runs over his teeth, a smirk on his face as Skye undresses in front of him slowly, it’s the best kind of torture as she peels off the last bit of her clothes and stands before him in pale pink underwear, his lower half primed, ready and straining against his pants at the picture she presents while his heart giving a odd squeeze, it really is a sweetest color on her.
“Mmmm, sweet,” Maddy smiles as she bites into a piece of apple pie, she lifts her gaze to offer Mark a bite, finding his normally bright blue eyes darker as he watches her, she holds her breath as he holds her offering hand in his and instead of taking a bite, leans in, his lips capturing hers in a lingering kiss, licking her bottom lip as he pulls back “Very sweet,” he grins.
His lips trails down her body, wet and hot, leaving her nerve ending sparking off in the wake of his skilled mouth, behind her closed eyes it’s like a kaleidoscope as he worships her body, burst of colors and shapes, all breathtakingly beautiful.
He has a tendency to pull her into hidden places when she least expects it, today’s location of choice, the tool shed near the south gate “Really?” she asks as he places her on a work table, his lips running a path down her throat, with eyes shut tight she leans back giving him space to work “I thought you were over your ‘marking territory’ phase?”