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Chapter 1: Your Wish is My Command -- J. Hallmark
Chapter 2 -- queenmorgan23
Chapter 3 -- KimP.
"Look, I know that your birthday, well, it sucked last year. I know that." Simon began, a gentle cajoling in his voice.
Katie grinned and leaned her head back, "Wish, hmmm? Anything I want?"
They were laying in each other's arms after having made love. Simon could see the love in Katie's face as he looked at her. He realized how lucky he was to have such an amazing person in his life and she just happened to be his wife. He would make every one of her wishes come true today and always.
"And ..." came his wife's muffled reply through the pillow she held over her face. She was just too adorable ... if confusing, as always.
"And," Simon paused. He sat still for a moment, nonplussed, trying to figure out exactly which way Katie's mind was winding this time. Before he could even come up with a half-way decent guess, the pillow came off of her face and flying right at his.
"Simon!" She sat up, the straps of her pink, little teddy slipping off of both shoulders. Angrily she pulled them back up, her lips curving into the most adorable pout. "Why exactly did my birthday suck last year?" Dragging his eyes from her pout, he met her flashing eyes and almost got lost in them. He really, really loved her. "Simon?" Okay, he still really, really loved her, but he really, really didn't like it when she used that tone of voice and his name together.
Shoving the pillow away, he thought about last year and then ... aha! He smiled; he got it. "Dahlia. She was ..." he trailed off as Katie's head shook back and forth, the adorable pout tightening to a furious scowl. "No, of course, not Dahlia, she was just uh, a small player in the fiasco ..." and again he trailed off but this time because now he got it.
Nodding his head, he didn't say a word, instead, he reached over and pulled her up against him. She let out a little yelp, her eyes widening, her lips parting and begging to be kissed ... of course, they always seemed to be begging for a kiss when he looked at her. And like always, he couldn't resist. Bending down, he delivered a swift one, before raising his eyes to meet her own. "And it was my fault." His voice was low and contrite. "Your birthday sucked because of me."
"Yes, it was and yes, it did," she replied in a small voice, clearly not as miffed as she wanted to appear to be. His kisses always shook her up. Hah. She settled against him more comfortably and he felt, more than heard. the sigh that ran through her body. And he liked it. She continued, her voice a little softer, "and so I would just prefer to stay in bed all day and not go anywhere and not do anything, because if I do, you'll mess it up somehow." And she sounded so sincere, he almost wasn't offended in the slightest. Almost.
"Katie --"
"I mean, after all," she began, completely riding over his protest, her voice not soft at all anymore. "Last year, let's see -- you lied to me. Over the phone and to my face."
"But, baby --" he couldn't say another word, because she just kept on going.
"You deserted me."
At that he took offense. And more than the slightest bit. Sure, he'd kinda deserted her when they first got back from the island and definitely on the plane in Malta, but he did not desert her at all last year. No. No way, no how. "Now, I did not --"
"You told --" Damnit.
"Katie, I did NOT desert you." He managed to speak over her little speech (which he rather guessed that she had written, memorized and planned to deliver sometime today).
Looking up at him with innocent blue eyes, she asked sweetly. "Well, what would you call it? It was my birthday. You decided to run off to Paris without me. I call that desertion."
"But I didn't go to Paris." He reminded her, his finger coming out to stand proud and illustrate his point.
Grabbing said finger, she pushed his hand away, "no, you didn't go to Paris, but you stayed in Oakdale running all over the place and leaving me alone, which brings me to my next point: You told HER the truth and not me and then you almost got yourself killed at Jack Snyder's house --"
"Whoah, I did not." Where was she coming up with this stuff? True, there were times that he thought her paranoia and tangled-brain-way-of-thinking was exciting and cute and definitely part of her charm (okay, most of the time he thought that) but this time, she had gone too far. "I never almost got myself killed on your birthday. Your birthday was long past before that happened. Now you're just adding stuff that has nothing to do with it."
"The point is that --" Okay, that was it. He'd heard enough. If he let her go on, it would take just that much longer to soothe her ruffled feathers -- although, generally, he quite had fun soothing her ruffled feathers -- and get down to business.
Simon pulled his finger from her grasp and laid it upon her lips, hushing her up. "The point is: I'm sorry, I screwed up, I never should have put anyone or anything first and I never will again ... especially on your birthday. But that was a year ago; that was then, this is now. And now," he hesitated, a smile upon his face once more as he began to lower her onto her back. "And now," he repeated, bending down to slowly slide his lips over hers in a sensual dance. "Now," again he said as he pulled away just the slightest, "I'm going to make it up to you, today, this birthday. Whatever you want, whatever fantasy I can fullfill, whatever dream I can make true come today ... it's yours for the taking."
He captured her mouth once more in a kiss. A long, slow kiss that left her heart racing, her blood boiling, her breath short and then he gazed deep into her baby blues. "Your wish is my command."
Simon laughed, "Anything at all." He murmered, leaning his head in to nibble her neck.
Her eyebrow quirked up and she rolled her eyes up to the ceiling, smiling, "Any limits on the number of wishes I get?"
"No limits. Anything you want in the world, I will get...or do for you." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, and Katie burst out laughing.
She untangled herself from his arms and stood up, trying to keep a straight face. "Okay then, Simon, my beloved Australian stud muffin, play me a song on your guitar."
Simon watched, a bit surprised, as Katie walked over to a chair and sat down, waiting. "A song?" He shrugged his shoulders, "I have to admit, I thought-"
"Naked."
"I'm sorry, what?"
"I want you to take off all of your clothes, and play me a song on your guitar. I want you naked and aroused, and wanting me so bad you can taste it...while you play me a song."
Simon's eyes widened in shock. He felt a huge smile take over his face, and he found he couldn't stop smiling. "Why, you saucy little minx."
Katie crossed her arms, "Well?" She bit the inside of her cheeks to stop from giggling. "You did say ANYTHING I want, and, for now, that's what I want. So...get naked, husband."
Simon shook his head, still unable to stop grinning, "Now that doesn't seem very fair, though. I mean, I'm standing here all naked, exposed, while you're sitting there..." He broke off as Katie stood up and stripped her pretty pink teddy in one swift movement. "Uh...wow, okay, yeah!" He moved towards her, hands extended.
She waved him back, and lost her hold on her laughter. "Okay now, you're right, fair is fair, but I've done my part, I want my wish now...so pay up."
He met her eyes, and growled a bit, noticing with pleasure the shiver that ran through her as he did. He whipped off his shirt and grinned, stopping for a moment. Katie shook her head. He pulled his pants down, and chuckled when she motioned with her finger for him to lose the rest.
He pulled down his underwear and looked up at his beautiful, naked wife, stretched out on the chair like a cat. He picked up his guitar from the corner and got down on one knee in front of her. He strummed the first notes, and glanced up. He laughed, and was surprised to feel his face growing a bit red. My God, was he blushing. "That is it!" He placed the guitar down and stood up. Katie stared appreciatively, and purred when Simon reached down and scooped her up.
"What about my song?" She joked.
"Later," He growled, and threw her on the bed.
"Katie, have you thought about any other wishes that you would like for me to do for you or to you." Simon laughed.
"Hm. I think I would like for you to run me a bath and then I might possibly let you join me. Though, I could make you suffer and watch while I take the bath and you can be even more aroused watching me. Who knows what could happen afterwards." Katie whispered.
Simon grinned at that since he wanted to keep his wife in bed all day and not let her out of his sight. He went into the bathroom to draw the bath for Katie. He lit some candles while the water was running. Katie walked into the bathroom with nothing on and Simon wanted to take her right then and there.
"Katie, what are you doing to me." I don't know how many wishes I can comply with when all I want to do is take you back to our bed and make love to you over and over all through the day and into the night." Simon said with a twinkle in his eye.
"Well, Simon you did say you would do whatever I aksed of you today and I want a bath at the moment." said Katie.
Katie got into the bathtub and relaxed under the warm water. Simon washed her back for her and even washed her hair. He couldn't stand it any longer and knew he had to have her. He nibbled on her ear and then moved on to her neck giving her soft kisses that made her sigh for more.
"Simon, I think I am ready to go back to bed and you can have your way with me. It is my birthday, you know." laughed Katie.
Simon lifted Katie up and carried her back to the bed. He would just have to make the rest of her wishes come true later.
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