After emptying out the shopping cart for the third time and putting all the chocolate bars, potato chips, doughnuts, chocolate biscuits, Mars Bars, sweets, dog food (Jerry couldn’t read the labels on cans yet, but he liked the nice doggie pictures) and unidentifiable junk back on the shelves, I finally got the message and took Edie and Jerry on a walk on the village green with a candy-bar each to look at the duck-pond while Georgy did some actual grocery shopping. Jamie elected to stay close to her, obviously taking his new job of keeping his mummy safe very seriously. Watching him hold her hand tightly and intently watch everyone who came too close made me grin. Good lad.
We had a pair of mid-sized chest freezers back at the house and six adults to feed, as well as three faddy children and their bird-like appetites; our mission was to fill the pantry and freezers with enough real food that we didn’t need to keep going back and forth to the store and leaving the house undefended if whoever was stalking us should suddenly show up. When I finally rendezvoused with Georgy she had three shopping carts stacked high with produce, canned food, dry goods, and frozen food, a mountain of frozen meat, and a couple of secret shopping bags bulging with treats for the kids. Georgy knew how to dole out sweets and ‘treats’ aka junk food sparingly; I’d tried in the past but the looks on their little faces defeated me and I usually took the coward’s way and caved in, so she managed their junk-food ration because I patently couldn’t.
After dinner it took Georgy, Aunt Kay, and Megan to bathe the kids (or in Jamie’s case trust, but verify…) and get them in their PJ’s and into bed, and keep them there. The events of the day, the long drive, and then the frenzy of running around exploring the cottage, and of course, having Megan and two overgrown juvenile delinquents like Bonzo and Jarhead around to play with meant it took longer than usual for them to spin-down and finally conk-out.
They eventually did, though, and we breathed a sigh of relief. I’d picked up a few cases of IPA for the boys and me, some port for Aunt Kay, and a bottle of Bacardi for Georgy, so it was a relief to sit back peacefully, just the two of us, with a favourite little something to drink, and decompress after the events of the day.
Georgy gathered up her robe and snuggled in closer to me, her preamble to having a little chat, so I waited to hear what was on her mind.
“How do you think this will affect them, Will? All that noise and gunfire, and armed police everywhere; what’s it going to do to them?”
I slipped the neck of her robe down so I could rub her shoulders and massage her neck.
“Honestly? I think they’ll be okay,” I said, working my thumbs into the back of her neck, something she especially likes. “Edie and Jerry didn’t really see anything, just some police and a lot of noise; Jerry might have seen their guns, so now he probably wants one too, but it’s Jamie who’ll be most affected, in my opinion; he saw you and I pinned down and bullets everywhere, and then Bonzo tackling him and giving him body-cover out in the hallway, but you know what? Scared as he was, he’s still more angry than anything else.”
I grinned behind her back at the memory of Jamie watching over his mother in the supermarket.
“We had a little ‘men of the house’ chat while you were playing with the others, and he’s decided it’s his job to look after you, all of you, when I’m not around. Remember his trailing around in the store with you? That was him being your guardian while I was away. He’s a brave kid; we did alright with him, with all of them. Mum and Dad would be so proud of them all.”
Georgy sighed as the massage took effect on her, relaxing back against me.
“He’s you, haven’t you worked that out yet, babe? Jamie may look just like Daddy, but everything else is pure you, just as I remember you when we were young; you were just like that when you were young, so happy, and solemn, and brave and silly, and sweet and naughty, and so much fun to be around, and how he is with Edie and Jerry; he looks out for them because he wants to, not because he has to, just like you did with me. He’s just like you, babe.”
She reached up and pulled my head down so she could kiss me.
“And I wouldn’t have it any other way. He’s pure Wilmot through and through, Daddy all over him, and you all through him, the best of both parts of my life, and a thousand years of being bred to face front and do the right thing standing behind him. You’re right; we did do okay by him, by all of them.”
She squeezed my hand and kissed my fingertips.
“I’m tired now, there’s a nice bed up there with our name on it, and you and I have unfinished business. Let’s go, Will.”
*****
I woke in the bright sunshine to Georgy kissing me as she climbed back into bed with me, shucking her robe as she did so.
“Morning, Mister Sleepy, the kids were up with the lark, they’ve had their breakfast, and Megan, Rex, and Andy have taken them for a ramble, Aunt Kay’s pottering around in the herb garden and tutting at the state of the flowerbeds, so it’s just you and me, so what do you wanna do, Soldier-Man?”
Her hand slipping under the covers made it clear what SHE wanted to do, so I bowed to the inevitable.
“C’mere you!” I growled, grabbing her and listening to her giggle-squeal as I dragged her into my den of sin and iniquity. The night before we’d just fallen into bed and that’s all she wrote; much as I wanted to ravage my lovely wife a little, the emotional and physical strains of the day had finally caught up with us, and a soft, warm bed and an even softer, warmer Georgy had lulled me like no lullaby ever could have; our heads hit the pillows and we were out like lights, for the best night’s sleep I could ever remember. As far as I was concerned, someone owed someone a certain amount of mutual explorations, and the best part was it didn’t matter who.
“I’m sorry, Georgy, I’m sorry I dragged you all the way here, I’m sorry the kids had to be so frightened, I’m sorry we have to hide all the way up here away from everything we know; I’ll make it up to you, Georgy-Girl, I swear.”
Georgy wrapped herself around me, nuzzling and nibbling my neck and jaw-line, something I find very hard to resist when she’s all warm and naked and that…
“Oh pish, tosh, and pshaw, Will!” she murmured, “you took the whole family away from a dangerous place, Will, you did what you had to do, it was the right thing to do, so stop apologising, although, if you reeeaally want to make amends for something, I might know a couple of eensy-weensy, teeny-tiny little ways to get started, Soldier-Man…”
With that, her warm little hand squeezed me meaningfully, and what had been on the way to a respectable stand suddenly grew into a solid, blue-steel erection, achingly hard and ready for action.
Georgy grinned happily and slid on top of me so she could kiss me properly. Georgy is, my opinion, the world’s best kisser, she puts her heart, soul, and full imagination into it, and it shows; when she plants a pucker on me my mercury goes all the way to the top and pops the thermometer every time, and that’s how it was this time too.
Whether it lasted ten seconds or two hours, I always knew I’d been properly kissed, and my friend down below knew all about it, too; he was doing everything but baying for her, and I was one step behind on that; my Georgy-Girl seriously turns me on and I wanted her right then and there. Luckily she was right up there with me on that…
“Oooh Will, what have I found?” she teased, grinding her slick labia against my engorged cock, “Feels like you’ve been hiding something from me! You wanna tell me what it is? Aw, go-on, you know you want to, confession’s good for the soul, you naughty, naughty Soldier-man! Tell me a secret, and if you do, mummy might have a sweetie for you…”
I was in agony; her sweet, sexy voice, the things she was saying, the way she was rubbing herself against me like a cat in heat, the look of phoney innocence in her big, beautiful grey eyes, and her wicked, wanton, inviting smile, all these things together were tying me in knots; God I wanted her so badly!
Georgy leaned down and brushed my lips with the softest, lightest possible kiss, a gossamer angel’s feather falling against my lips.
“I love you Tyler Wilmot,” she whispered, “my husband, my protector, the father of my children, and the man I love more than anything in this world. Love me now, Will, make love to me, remind me why I love you so much!”
As her lips met mine I rolled onto my side, holding her against me as I did so. Georgy never broke our kiss as her arms snaked around my neck, holding me even closer as our kiss went on and on. Kissing Georgy is one of my greatest pleasures in life. The electric thrill of her lips against mine, unchanging in intensity, yet never the same each time we kissed. Sensations and feelings I had no words for surged through me as yet another undiscovered part of her made itself felt in each kiss and drew me even deeper into her. I love her in ways I could spend a lifetime describing and never once getting even close to the truth of her; she gave my life meaning.
Holding her naked, satin-smooth skin against my body inflamed me even more; after nearly eight years of marriage not one second has passed that I’ve never been less than completely besotted and aroused by her; for me, making love to my Georgy-Girl is a gift to myself I could never better, nor would I ever want to, and so it was then. My erection, already teased almost beyond endurance just by her naked presence was demanding her, my body would not be denied, and, seeing that same need and hunger in her eyes was the thing I needed.
“Love me, my husband, make love to me!” she murmured, her legs drifting apart under me, readying herself for me.
“Don’t you want to…?” I asked, but she just grinned, that sweet, sexy grin that had captivated me so many years before.
“Later, Soldier-Man, I don’t need it, I’m ready…”