It didn’t take long at all for everyone to get moved. It didn’t even take long for Morbus, David, Brie, and the kids to arrive at their temporary safe house. Once David and Brie had the kids all tucked into bed, they went to bed themselves. They were both exhausted. The day had been full of so much that the moment they walked into their room and got changed for bed, they just passed out.
Brie’s night was restless. Bad dreams plagued her all through the night. David was tied to a large stake in the middle of a large town square, an indigent look in his face. His feet were surrounded by several large logs. A man in a black robe stepped forward, followed by another man in a nicely pressed Italian suit. The man in the suit spoke. “Docket number 15742, in the case of the Utopian State vs. David Michael Draiman. The defendant has been found guilty of the following charges: 114 counts of murder, 23 counts of espionage, 10 counts of unsanctioned performance in a public venue, 10 counts of performance of illegal media, and 364 counts of treason. Due to the nature of these crimes, the defendant has been sentenced to being publically burned alive until dead. May God have mercy on his soul.” The man in the suit then looked to the man in the black robe. “Proceed”, he said and walked away. The man in the black robe then doused the logs in some sort of accelerant, then took a torch and set the logs ablaze. As she was forced to stand there and watch, she screamed. Her children screamed. She came awake in a cold sweat, her breath coming in heavy pants. She sat up and clutched a hand to her chest. I’ll be damned, she thought as she stood and went to the bathroom to wash her face.
David noticed that the familiar weight of the woman he loved laying on his chest was gone. He came too slowly, blinking in the light coming from the Master Bathroom of the house. “Brie?” he called groggily.
She came back into the room, a bright smile on her face. “Hey, handsome, what are you doing awake?”
“I noticed that you weren’t lying in bed, so I woke up to see what happened.”
She shut out the bathroom light and walked back to the bed as he sat up and turn on the lamp on his bedside table. Once she had slid back into bed with him, she sighed. “It was nothing, baby, just a bad dream. It’s nothing to fret over.”
“The hell it’s not, Brie. I remember the last time you had dreams that were bad enough to wake you. You screamed in your sleep. It was all I could do to calm you down afterward. What was the dream about?”
She sighed again. “Your execution, that’s what. You were tied up to your funeral pyre, still alive. They read the charges, and then set you on fire. You never made a sound. I guess you were being strong because you knew the kids and I were in the audience, but, you didn’t scream, though the pain must have been excruciating.”
The look on his face was a mix of amusement and concern. “What were the charges?”
“114 counts of murder, 23 counts of espionage, 10 counts of unsanctioned performance in a public venue, 10 counts of performance of illegal media, and 364 counts of treason against the Utopian state.”
He couldn’t help himself. He laughed. “That is the most ridiculous set of charges I’ve ever heard. 114 counts of MURDER? Who the hell did I kill?”
She gave him a look that would have shot daggers if it were possible. “I don’t’ know, David, but you laughing about my dream isn’t nice. Do you WANT to sleep in the couch in an unfamiliar house?”
He stopped laughing. “I’m sorry, baby. I don’t mean to make light of your nightmare, but you have to admit, the charges are retarded.”
“Oh, I agree. They absolutely ARE retarded. Nonetheless, that’s what I saw in my dream.”
He pulled her against him. “Brie, honey, there’s nothing to worry about. Those Utopian bastards are going to have to kill me before they even get to put me on trial in a kangaroo court. They won’t have the chance to try me. They’ll never take me alive.”
She laughed. “The lyrics from ‘I’m Alive’, huh?”
“Well, they’re true.” He sank back down into the comfort of the bed, holding her against him. He took a deep breath and sang to her. “The thing I treasure most in life cannot be taken away, There will never be a reason why I will surrender to your advice, To change myself I’d rather die, Though they will not understand, I won’t make the greatest sacrifice, You can’t predict where the outcome lies, You’ll never take me alive, I’m Alive, I’m Alive, I’m Alive, I’m Alive.”
She let herself sink into his voice as he sang and drifted off to sleep. His words were reassuring, but there was a tiny nag in the back of her mind, what if…
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Morning came a little while later. David and Brie were waked by the sound of their eight children in the kitchen. “Malachai, I wanna stir the eggs”, Maddie complained.
“No, Madison. You’re still too small to stir the eggs in the skillet. If you get burnt, then our surprise for them will be ruined because they’ll have to get up and treat the burn. You should have stirred them in the bowel.”
“But you said Meagan could do that.”
“And that’s what Meagan did.” There was silence. “Why don’t you help Jordan get the plates ready? Jake can stir the eggs, I’ll get the biscuits out of the oven when they’re ready, and Jeremiah and Makayla can help you and Jordan. James can get the orange juice out of the fridge. “
“How are Jeremiah and Makayla gonna help me and Jordan, Malachai? They could break the plates.”
“True, but they can get the trays ready and they can get the silverware out of the drawer as long as they don’t mess with the knives.”
“Who’s going to make the steaks? You know Dad doesn’t eat pork and neither does Mom, Malachai.” Jordan said.
“I’ve got that under control, Jordan. I’m doing what Mom calls oven frying them. They’re in with the biscuits.” Silence again. “Jake, move for a sec. I need to check the steaks, anyway.” There was the sound of a chair scooting across the floor, then more silence. “Good. They’re just right. Mom and Dad both like their steak with a little bit of pink in the middle.” The noise of metal sliding across metal then clanging against more metal came. “Jordan, Maddie, bring me those plates. Hey Jake, are the eggs almost done?”
“Just about, ‘Chai. I need to get back up there with them as soon as possible, though.” The chair scooted across the floor again.
“There we go. Put these on the trays. This is going to be the best breakfast in bed EVER!” Malachai said.
David and Brie looked at each other. “Should we get up and burst their bubbles?” David asked.
Brie giggled. “No. Malachai will be pissed if we do.”
“Well, is the door locked?”
“Yeah, why?”
“Because I’m going to do something that I wanted to do last night while we were packing but didn’t have time to do.” He tilted her chin up to his face and pressed his lips to hers. She sat up on her elbow with her lips still locked on his to have a better angle. He rolled and put her on her back and settled between her thighs.
“What do you want?” he asked in a whisper.
“Make love to me, David. Make sweet, gentle love to me.”
He pressed his lips to hers again, keeping the kiss slow, but passionate. He knew instinctively that’s what she would say, but he thought he’d give her a chance to say otherwise. He needed the same thing.
She angled her hips for him to push himself inside by wrapping her legs around his waist. At that point, she burned for him. She needed to be with him like this, to feel him moving with her as though they were one; two halves of the whole.
He slowly moved his hips forward, sliding in with no trouble. She was ready if she was helping him. After making sure that he was properly braced, he started to move, sliding himself in and out of her body with little to no effort.
She worked her hips, helping him please her as they moved as one. She’d never noticed before, but he was just the right size. He fit her like the right key in a lock. He also knew every inch of her body better than he knew his own. She moved her hips to meet his, making him brush against that tiny spot inside her that was about the size of a quarter. With every stroke, she came closer to her breaking point.
He knew she was getting close when she tried to pick up the pace, but he didn’t want to go fast. He wanted to take his dear sweet time with her. He wanted to make love to her. He’d had his share of just fucking whatever woman he was with. Occasionally, he even fucked her, but not that morning. That morning, he kept the pace slow and steady, loving every inch of her body. Right as he pushed her to her peak, he slid an arm under her shoulders and lifted her to where she was sitting in his lap as he rested on his knees, changing the angle. He didn’t want her to cum just yet. He wanted to cum with her.
Her arms slid across his shoulders and her legs wrapped around his waist. This was a new position that they had only tried once before. It was a little more shallow, but that meant that she could work him to that point where they could truly be one; that moment where they reached their plateau as one.
His arms were wrapped around her so that he help her close. “Let me look into your eyes”, he whispered to her as he moved in and out of her body. The hand that rested at her shoulders moved up to her neck to brace it so that she couldn’t throw her head back when she came with him.
She opened her brown eyes, looking deep into his. For the smallest of moments, she could see through to his soul. She saw his heart’s desire. It was for her to TRULY be his wife. She fought off tears as they made love, hoping that she wouldn’t shed them even after they were done.
He locked his lips onto hers after seeing that she saw what he held in his eyes. He didn’t want her to shed tears for him unless they were tears of joy. He thrust into her one good, hard time, stealing her breath and making cry out against his lips. He ate that cry with his kiss.
She was getting closer and closer with every mutual thrust of their hips. The closer she got, the harder she burned for him. She’d ALWAYS burn for him. He was the piece of her soul that was missing and she never knew it until the day he saved her life; making love to her for the first time that same night. Falling in love with him had been as easy as breathing. Staying in love with him was as easy as her heart beating. It was an automatic thing. She knew this. Loving the man in her arms was easier than she has ever dreamed.
The tighter she got with her impending release, the closer he got to his. Every time she moved, he felt himself coming closer to his climax. Just a little more, he thought to himself as he pushed himself into her as deep as he could with the angle he held her at.
She whimpered for him, trying to stay quiet so that she didn’t alarm the children. She wanted him buried balls deep, but it wasn’t about what she wanted. This was about him. He wanted to show her how much he loved her, and she was going to let him.
Two, three more thrusts, and he was undone. He exploded deep inside her, then pushed in as deep as he could.
Her body tightened around him, squeezing every drop of his cum from his shaft as she came with him. She looked into his eyes as she did it, showing him that her love and passion for him would never wither and die, but grow and be continuously fruitful. “I love you, David”, she whispered against his lips after taking a shaking breath.
“I love you, too, Brie”, he said, his voice just as shaky. “And I always will.”
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They pulled on some clothes as soon as they could move, and unlocked the door so that the kids could come into the room as soon as their surprise was ready. They laid there in bed holding each other and enjoying being together. They didn’t speak. They didn’t feel the need to. They just laid there in each other’s arms and enjoyed their time together.
There was a gentle knock on the door. “Come in”, David called.
The kids came in cautiously, thinking that their mother was still sleeping. “Happy Birthday, Dad!” they called.
David smiled. “Holy crap! You guys remembered?”
“How could we forget your birthday, Daddy?” Maddie said as she batted her big brown eyes at her father.
“Maddie, what did you do now? You only start batting those big brown eyes when you’ve done something you know you shouldn’t have.”
“She hasn’t done anything, Dad”, Malachai said. “She was a little bossy this morning as we were making
breakfast for you and Mom, but it was nothing I couldn’t handle.”
Brie pushed herself up into a sitting position so that the kids could bring her the food. She leaned in and placed a kiss on David’s cheek. “Happy Birthday, baby.”
The kids brought the trays to the bed and handed them to their parents. “I made sure that the steaks were just the way you like them. I think you call it medium rare. There’s just the right amount of pink in the middle”, Malachai explained as he stepped away from the bed.
“Thank you, son. Thank you all of you. This is the best birthday I could have ever asked for”, David said with a smile.
“You’re welcome, Dad. So, we’re gonna go now. Don’t worry about us today. I’ve got it all under control. You and Mom deserve a break”, Malachai said.
“Ok, son. If you say so”, David said with a skeptical look on his face.
“Oh, ye of little faith, Dad. You’d be surprised at how well my younger siblings listen to me.”
“That’s what has me scared, Malachai Aaron.”
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