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  Then, Maeve yelled from the living room. “Let's go, lovers! You can do the mushy stuff later.” I realized we no longer had an apartment to ourselves, but were sharing a very small house with Blue’s sister. We were both going to have to learn to be discreet during our more intimate moments.

  Blue groaned and set me down. “Okay, ‘Jennifer Blue’,” he called, “We're coming, let's go get this done.”

  We drove the trailer to a U-Haul place and turned it into the attendant, who recommended a Chinese restaurant in a strip mall near a Walmart.

  Samuel

  The Chinese ‘all you can eat’ buffet was good, and I ate four platefuls. I watched my sweetheart, noticing that as usual she had not eaten enough for herself and our baby. I got a plateful of crab legs, excavated the crabmeat and dipped it into the butter. Then, I started feeding it to her piece by piece. I distracted her, cajoled her and ordered her, until she finished the small pile. She was beautiful, her plump lips glistening with butter and her eyes half closed in enjoyment of the sweet, succulent bites. I stood, reached over the table and gave her a soft kiss, tasting butter and Flower all mixed together. “Let's go ‘Jennifer’. I need to put my baby to bed.”

  Maeve snickered and commented, “I don't think sleeping is what you had in mind for her, brother. By all means though, let's get home.”

  When we pulled up to the house, Flower was half asleep and had been nuzzling my neck in the car the whole ride home. Thinking about her buttery lips and sweet kisses made me want to taste other parts of her that were succulent and swollen, my knowledge of that luscious flavor gave rise to my desires to have her as soon as possible.

  I sent Flower off to bed with a low rumble of a command, “Wait for me, don’t fall asleep.”

  Maeve went to her room and I went about the house, checking the locks on the doors and windows, knowing that protecting my girls was the most important thing I’d ever done. I decided I had kept her waiting long enough, so I quietly slipped into our bedroom. I stood in the doorway and looked around the room. A small lamp was lit on the dresser. There were no pictures, the comforter was gray and only white shades were covering the windows. It was barren and bland, but Flower in our bed was all the color and light I would ever need or want.

  She was so lovely, lying sideways with one hand propping up her head. Her hair was dancing around her shoulders, and her tiny perfect breasts peeked from between the golden strands, her nipples crinkling and standing out more and more as I watched. Her breasts had become fuller since she had gotten pregnant, and much more sensitive. She, once again, reminded me of the fairies she painted, sly, seductive, and half hidden amongst bright saucer sized blooms.

  I walked over to the bed and glanced at her. “Do you want me, Flower? Have you been thinking about me? I want to taste your mouth, your sweet, sweet pussy, and everything in between.”

  She looked at me with her lower lip gently pinched between her teeth and I just barely heard a moan ease out through the side of her mouth. Oh dear God, I couldn’t tell you why this fairy princess had captured my love and imagination, I just know she did. I wanted to groan, myself.

  Slowly, I started removing my clothes, giving her a one-on-one male strip tease show. I turned my back to her, and smiled at her from over my shoulder, showing her my dimples that I knew she thought were sexy. I wriggled my hips as I turned back around, and uncovered my cock; it sprang forward, thick and long, pointed like a compass needle straight for home.

  Flower stretched, with her delicate arms above her head. She writhed, causing the covers to fall away from her lower body. She looked like a beautiful rosebud opening, as if my mere presence was all she needed to bloom. “Please, Blue, I want you. I’ve waited for you long enough.”

  I crawled up from the bottom of the bed, kissing her tiny feet, up her legs, moving ever closer to her inner thighs. Every once in a while, I would give her a sharp little bite-hard enough, that each time I bit down, she would give a high-pitched squeak. Then, I’d give the bite a soothing swirl of my tongue and move even closer to where I wanted to be.

  By the time I was at her inner thighs, she was struggling to push her hips towards my mouth. “Not yet darlin’. Hold still. I know what you need, and I’ll give it to you. Tell me sweet girl; tell me you understand.

  I smiled when I heard her whisper, “I understand, Blue.” I was harder, bigger and thicker from my appreciation of her show of submission. She was my perfect girl and somehow I had known it the first time I had seen her; dirty, scared, naked, and wrapped in a blanket. Even then, she trusted me to take care of her, and I always would. Now was no different.

  I finally got to where I was meant to be, and put my nose near her drenched pussy and sniffed in her sweet, peachy smell, dragging my tongue from the bottom to the very top of her slit, and pulling her sweet taste into my mouth. I felt liquid dripping out of the head of my cock, and knew I needed to get serious. I wasn't going to last much longer. My desire for her never lessened; in fact, it just grew, along with my love. I wanted her now, and knew I would want her just as much ten years from now.

  “Are you ready for me, darlin’?” I cooed. I heard her moan and the sound made me so crazy that I lifted, and then turned her over onto her stomach like she weighed nothing. I pulled her heart shaped butt up into the air with her pussy towards me. She was so wet that her sweet nectar dripped down her thighs and I was able to push into her with complete abandon.

  I had always been too big to just jam myself into her small body, but at that moment, we both were too excited to care. She moaned again, partly in pain and partly in pleasure, as she adjusted to my size. I loved how responsive she was towards me. Considering her past, and everything she had gone through, I was so very lucky how much she trusted and loved me. I shoved even further into her, down to the very end, her tight, moist center. I went so deep I touched that sensitive spot at the end of her cervix. She squealed a certified Flower squeal, which made me even bigger and harder. God, she was so hot, tight and moist, holding me still, just for a minute so we could both feel the electricity of our connection.

  Krystal

  It felt like he was splitting me in two at first, then slowly the pain turned liquid, as my body began to relax. I loved how he filled me completely, with no room for anything more.

  I pushed my ass into his center, wanting him to move, grinding against him as hard as I could, wishing we could be even closer. My thoughts ratcheted my pleasure even higher, where I no longer even noticed anything except the tremors that rolled through my body from where we were connected. Blue pushed into me and held himself still, while I felt his whole body trembling above me.

  He took one of his hands and pressed down firmly on my mound, with his thumb gently rubbing against my clit. He started pumping in and out of me in time with his touch. His thrusts were so fast they became erratic, then he roared, “Now, darlin’, now”, As the long, thick streams of his seed burst into my core.

  Then I followed him into the white, hot heat and all I felt was the explosion that started in my core and expanded in tsunami-like waves throughout my entire body. He shouted again and I screamed with the intensity of our connection to one another. He leaned into me, resting his head on my back. I listened to his labored breathing slow to almost normal, then, I sank deliriously into the joy that was my Blue.

  When I came to myself, I was being held by my beloved man. He was peppering my face and neck with sweet kisses. My hand was wrapped around his defined, hard biceps and I traced the lines of his tattoos. My eyes kept trying to flutter shut. Blue grabbed his T-Shirt and wiped the wetness of his cum and my nectar off of us. He tossed his shirt off the bed and pulled me into his body, the blankets over us.

  He put his nose into my hair and sniffed. He said, “I’ll love you forever and ever, baby darlin’.”

  I sighed and murmured, “I love y-o-u”. Then, I remembered nothing at all as I fell dreamlessly into blackness, safe and protected.

  Chapter Two
/>   Samuel

  I woke up on my back with my tiny girl sleeping on top of me, her face tucked into my neck; her favorite place to sleep. I breathed in the scent that was forever hers in my mind. I would always know who she was, just by that sweet smell. She could use new soaps or perfumes, but under that was the scent of her body; that would always be my precious Flower.

  I slid out from under her, pulled on running clothes, then headed out the door to do my run, taking a sidewalk tour of my new neighborhood. I loved running early in the morning. I rarely listened to music, but instead enjoyed the sounds that surrounded me: birds singing, dogs barking, kids yelling. My mind went into the zone as I stretched, and I immediately started thinking about needing to keep Maeve and Flower safe.

  Derick was in Louisville chasing evidence to shut down the Cartel for good. I wished I could be there helping, but I understood why I was needed to protect the girls here. Truth be told, I would not have been willing to allow these two women to be protected by anyone other than me.

  As I ran, I noticed differences between Cleveland and Louisville. Both areas where we lived were historic districts, but here it was mostly just houses along a few streets. In Louisville, it encompassed an entire neighborhood with houses, shops, schools, and even a movie theater. Cleveland was the hometown of The Church of God, so I had noticed the entire town had a tighter moral feel than Louisville. I decided that we might try finding a church to visit while we were here, if we could find one where Flower was comfortable. Perhaps she could find some friends there. Surely the better connected to the community, the safer it would be for my family?

  I was running loosely now, with a slight sheen of sweat covering my body. I was healed from the bullet that had gone through my lung, and my strength was pretty much back to normal, despite the new scars on my back and chest.

  As I turned, heading towards our house (it didn't seem like home yet), I started thinking about my new job. I had gotten a job as a night watchman for a small family owned factory that made stoves. I would be starting tonight. It was a job that required carrying a gun, which gave me an excuse to have a license and to carry most of the time.

  It paid well enough since we didn't have to pay rent. I was still an intern with ATF, and received that small paycheck as well. Derick was staying at our home in Louisville when he was there, which made me feel better, knowing it was being watched.

  I got to our street, slowing down at our place, then I climbed the steps to our front door. I grabbed the bottle of water I’d left on the floor of the front porch. As I was guzzling it, I made a note to get a porch swing and hardware to install it, so Flower and I could swing together in the evenings before I went to work, and drink coffee together in the mornings. I also needed to give her some kind of budget to make the house feel more like a home. I was very cognizant that Flower had never had a place where she felt was home until she moved in with me.

  Krystal

  I heard Blue come stomping into the house, slamming doors and yelling my name as he came into the kitchen where I was just finishing making scrambled eggs. Maeve had left for her new job ten minutes before he had gotten back.

  “Do you want some eggs, Blue?” I asked him.

  He grinned at me and said, “No, I'm going to take a shower and get dressed. I wanna do some shopping for the house. Will you be ready to go, after you eat?”

  I told him I was ready right then. I was so excited, I could hardly eat anymore. Blue and Maeve’s house in Louisville was already established and bore their stamp for decorating. I couldn’t wait to have a part of making this house our home.

  The trailer where I had lived with my mother was practically falling apart and I slept on the couch in the living room, with a cardboard box under the coffee table where I kept my things. There was certainly no place or reason to try and make it a home. It was enough trying to keep it clean.

  This was the first place I had ever lived where I had some say over what it would look like. I considered myself an artist, so I had strong feelings about color and design. I hoped Blue would let me at least have a little input into the stuff we would buy. This was SO exciting. I ate a few more bites of egg and ran to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

  I met Blue by the front door and said excitedly, “Where are we going, Blue? What can we get?”

  He grinned at me and said, “I thought we would go to Lowes. We need to get the outside trim painted before it gets colder, and I want to get a surprise for you.”

  “What, what, what?” I was so amazed. He was always bringing me home little gifts and odd things he found. I was not used to this consideration. My mom had rarely given me anything, even on my birthday or Christmas. Blue had given me a surprise birthday party not that long ago, and I cherished those memories. It was the first birthday party I had ever had.

  Since then, Maeve and Blue had gotten me a new knapsack to replace the one lost when the Rattler Kings had kidnapped me for a second time. I’d had to leave my new pink bicycle at home in Louisville, but Blue promised me we would buy a couple of used ones so we could ride together in our new neighborhood. I was not nearly as sad as Maeve and Blue were about leaving Louisville. Sure, I missed my new house, but I really didn't have any close friends, except for them. I had spent most of my life living inside my head, and the external setting had never been that important to me. But the idea of getting stuff I liked for our new house certainly made it more interesting. Honestly, though, as long as I had my Blue, I could be happy anywhere.

  We got in the car and with the help of GPS we were able to drive straight to Lowes. We walked to the paint section and decided on a navy blue for the trim that I thought would look good with the mustard yellow bricks of the house’s exterior.

  Blue asked where porch swings were. This made me gasp. I always used to imagine my trailer porch having a swing. Donna’s house had one, where she and I would swing and talk for hours.

  We picked a sturdy, unpainted swing, and got a quart of shiny paint the same color navy blue that we had picked for the trim. We also got some small sample cans of red, blue, green and yellow, so that I could paint a sunflower mural on the back of the swing. I was so happy and content. The mural would give this house the quirky, colorful feel that made it mine.

  On the way out of the store, I noticed a community bulletin board. We stopped and read the notices, and I saw one that asked for foster parents for rescued dogs. I looked at it, then looked at Blue.

  He sighed, but said, “If your doctor says something like that would be safe, and the rescue agency makes sure the dogs aren’t sick and have all their shots, I don't see why you couldn't do that. We have a fenced backyard. But darlin’,” he looked at me sternly, “The minute it looks like you aren’t paying attention to your own health or the doctor says you need to stop, for whatever reason, you will have to stop. I don't want to be the bad guy here, and you know I like dogs, but you and our baby are the most important things in the world to me. Okay?”

  I listened to what Blue said, and grabbed the notice from the bulletin board. I had a thing for animals, especially dogs. It would be wonderful to help rescue dogs that needed to find new homes. I tucked the notice in my purse so I could call later.

  Blue and I also stopped at the grocery store and stocked up on groceries. We had brought cooking pots, skillets and utensils with us, along with some food supplies like spices, flours, and oils. We were trying to act like any new neighbors and we had decided ‘normal’ people would bring some food with them when they moved.

  We drove home, singing to the songs on the radio. We had found a great little Americana station called Whoop Radio 99.9 that frequently had music that we both loved. So with the words to ‘Take Me Home’ coming out of our mouths at top volume, we pulled up into our little driveway and unloaded our purchases.

  Samuel

  Flower started putting away our groceries while I got out my tool kit to put together the swing. I figured I would put together just the wooden part, and Flower an
d Maeve could paint it while I slept this evening.

  I absolutely loved doing these domestic chores with my beautiful darling. I couldn't wait until we were back in Louisville, remodeling our own home and decorating the baby’s room. I knew Flower was planning on a mural of fairies and flowers behind the baby’s crib.

  Flower came up behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist and leaned her head against my back. “I started dinner,” she murmured, “You need to eat before you leave for your new job tonight. I'm making beef stew so you can eat before you go to sleep or after. Do you want me to lie down with you for a while? I'm kinda tired.”

  I turned around so I could looked at my precious girl. She had injured herself and lost blood in our last encounter with the Rattler Kings, and being pregnant made her tired, anyway. She wasn’t very healthy before all that had happened to her. Her mother had never worried much, what kind of food she ate growing up. Cereal and frozen pot pies were her standard diet at her mom's trailer. The doctor thought that might be why she was so tiny. Also, eating just wasn’t a priority to her. She would get involved in a project and eating would go by the wayside. When we were in Louisville, and Maeve and I both worked during the day, I would come home to find her lying down in the middle of the detritus from emptying our closet, exhausted because the last thing she could remember eating was the peanut butter toast I had fed her piece by piece at 7:30 that morning.

  I was right to be concerned. My Flower was pale and had dark circles under her eyes. She was a tiny little thing anyway, barely 100 lbs. at her best weight and I already knew she wasn't eating enough. So I said, Why don't I make us some smoothies, and then you can rest a bit while I sleep?”