Rain
WARNING: CONTAINS SEXUALLY EXPLICIT CONTENT
Title : Rain
Pairing: Eminem/Kim
Summary: Em and Kim are trying work things out, meanwhile- fourteen year old Lily Rayne has problems of her own.AUTHOR'S NOTES: I will NOT be address Kim's niece who is supposedly living with them. For the purposes of this, she doesn't exist in their home permanently. 1) I don't want to complicate things MORE. 2) Some sources say her name is Amy others say it's Aidan. 3) I'm the author and it's my right! It's fanfic! :-) I will *also* not really be addressing Nathan *too* much. He may pop up- but he's not living with them either. ALSO I am assuming the book "Cleanin' Out My Closet" is a load of crap since that's what the man himself said. So any information J.R. Watkins said about Kim or Em and their relationship does not apply here.
ONE MORE THING!!! This fiction is color coded for ease of reading since there are three main characters!! Anytime you see (------), it means time has passed. Here's the KEY:
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*********I can't wait to have his cock inside me again.
It's like- there have been times when we fucked so much, my pussy wouldn't feel normal for days- when I felt so stretched that even when he wasn't inside me- it often felt like he was.
But I haven't had him for nearly three weeks and it's fucking killing me. *Plus* I'm two months into my pregnancy and if we recall- from two to five months I have an *insatiable* sexual appetite, which is to say I'm *really* fuckin' horny and have been Marshall-less for nearly *three* *weeks*.
I *NEED* him.
We used to have sex at least once a day, but most often twice a day. *Especially* when we were younger. Eighteen/nineteen for him was probably his horniest time and he'd take me three or four times a day and twice at night!
But with kids, it's hard to get a really good fuck in. Often times, we end up "making love" which is all well and good and quiet (for the most part) but sometimes- *some*times, I just want him to throw me against a wall and pound into me for an hour. I mean- *some*times, it's nice to just have the constant pulsing and throbbing between your thighs and your man's body against you and *in* you. Sometimes a good hard fuck feels really good and eases the tension of motherhood and relationships and the pressure of your fiancé's *mother* calling every hour on the hour with "news" and the demand to talk to her son. Okay- so I have a few 'issues'.
But they're nothing that can't be solved with a good hard fuck from behind, which is primarily why I'm *here*. Why I've arranged this and why I made sure this window is soundproof and why the driver is under a privacy contract is being very well compensated.
I just hope Marsh likes the surprise because I *really* can't wait 'til I've got his cock pounding into me and his hips slamming into mine.
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Damn. I can't wait to be home.
Shit. Ya know- for the most part, I love my job, but- it's been three weeks since I've had my babies. I miss them bad. I've talked to Hai about three times a day and Whit is getting there where she likes to hold the phone and ramble on, but we're still not sure what she's saying half the time.
And *yes*, I really do think of her as my daughter- as much as Hailie and Lily and the new baby. *AND* Paul called the other day and the process for the adoption has started, so hopefully by the time we're married, Whitney'll be mine- *ours*.
But the *real* reason I can't wait to be home?
I've missed Kim.
A *lot*.
That should tell me something. This is the first time I've been *away* for a long time since we got back together and… I've *never* missed her *this* bad. She's like… my best friend and my lover and the mother of my kids and…
I am *so* fuckin' hard for her, it ain't even funny.
It's been three fuckin' weeks. I figured it be two weeks while I was in Europe, but I hadda go to New York first for a week to rehearse and shit wit' 50.
Fuck. I pick up my phone and dial her cell. "Hello?"
"Hey, Baby."
She sighs, "Marsh, I *miss* you."
"Just thinkin' 'bouchu. S'why I called."
"When will you be home?"
"An hour- we're 'bout twenty minutes outside a' the D. Marc says I got a limo waitin' to get me home, so-"
"The kids have been missing you terribly. *I've* been missin' you bad."
"Me too," I confess. "Been missin' *you*."
"I bought something for you," she says almost… sexily.
I gulp. "What?"
"Well… it's… it's *different*."
"Different? How?"
"Leather."
*Gulp*. "Leather?"
"Well- it was a… whim." Shit. My mind is going *crazy* over this. So is my dick. Shit. "Marsh? You still there?"
"Yeah- they just… flashed the seat belt light. We're gettin' ready to land, so-"
"Okay. But, Baby?"
"Yeah?"
"The next time you see me, I'll be wearin' it."
Gulp. "Okay."
"Love you."
"Love you too."
Shit. Like… okay. Takes 'bout… what? Five minutes to land? Five to get off the plane. Ten minutes to get my bags and walk the back way to get out to the curb. Twenty-five minute ride home. Seven minutes to kiss Hai goodnight and look in on Whit. Another minute to get to our room. A minute to throw my bags on the floor and get my clothes off and I figure I could be pounding away at my fiancée in fifty-four minutes give or take a minute for difficultly in admiring the leather thing and ripping it off her body.
Okay- so fifty-four minutes. SHIT.
I can't wait that long but-
"C'mon," Marc says after the plane lands. Huh? That fast? I think it just shaved ten minutes off my countdown to fucking.
I get my carry-on from the overhead compartment and next thing I know, he's hussled my ass out to the back and there's the limo for u- two limos?
"That one's yours. Go home. Get rest. Don't fuckin' call me for at least two days."
"Aiight, Marc. Thanks, Dawg."
I love that guy. My people take good care of me.
Although right now- I'm lookin' at how many more minutes?
I open the door to the limo and throw my bad onto the seat before climbing inside. Twenty-five minutes to-
Woah.
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Paying off the driver to the limo to not say anything about a girl attacking her fiancé? Five thousand dollars.
Bribing your sister to watch your kids for a few hours? Three hundred dollars.
Buying the leather corset that pushes your tits practically down your throat? Sixty-five ninety-nine.
The look on your man's face when he gets in the limo and sees you sprawled out on the floor of the stretch limo wearing nothing but the corset and a smile? Priceless.
"Kim?" He gasps the second he sees me.
The *next* second, he's pounced on me and he's thrust three fingers inside me and is attacking my mouth as his fingers assault my pussy. Shit. I missed him *so* much.
The limo starts to move and he's been instructed to just keep driving around until he hears otherwise from us.
His fingers plunder me and his thumb starts rubbing my clit and *shit*. "Marsh- fuck."
"Missed you," he groans and I yank his shirt off and start working his buckle. Damn- of *all* the times to wear jeans!
His mouth moves down to devour the tops of my breasts that are being pushed up by the corset. Fuck. Ya know- it's a bit uncomfortable, but it also adds just a bit of pressure and intensity.
He buries his face between my tits and I *swear* his lips have *never* felt better.
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Shit. Her skin is so sweet to my tongue. Maybe it's just been too long. I start to slide down her body, to her pried legs, but she stops me. "Later, I just need your cock inside me."
Oh thank god. That suits me just fine.
"That's all I've wanted for the past three weeks," I whisper and kiss her hungrily as she works my jeans and finally starts pushin' 'em down. "Shit. I need this so fuckin' bad, Kim."
"Why do you think I'm *here*, Idiot."
"Don't call me names," I warn her as I kick my sneaks and jeans off and she grabs my dick and starts strokin' it the way I like. "Fuck- do that more, Kim," I groan.
"Yeah- I know what you like," she growls.
"Ooo- Dom-Kim, I *like* it."
"You would," she mutters. "Just promise me-"
"What?" I watch as she hops up and throws her upper half onto the seat so I'm staring at her dripping center.
"Don't hold back. Just *fuck* me like the whore I am."
"Ordinarily, I'd say that was true, but I ain't sure that in *this* case *I* ain't the whore, Kim."
"Whatever. Just fuck me already, you pussy."
"Oh that how it is?" I growl as I move behind her.
"Yeah, it *is*," she grumbles. "Now *FUCK* me."
"Fine, fine," I nod before slamming into her and throwing her against the seat as I drive my cock home. Fuck. Three weeks is *way* too long.
"Shit," she whimpers. "Yes."
"That what you want?"
"Yes."
"*This* what you want?" I ask as I pull out and thrust back in, driving deeper and harder than before.
"FUCK, Marshall!" She yells and I grin. Oh yeah- ain't nuttin' like havin' *this* much control over your woman. "Please, Marsh, c'mon already."
I wrap my arm around her waist and bury my hand between her legs so I can feel her clit, swollen and slippery. Fuck. I am *glad* we ain't use no fuckin' condoms no more. Nuttin' like feelin' her all hot and wet around me as I pound into her willing body. Fuck- she just sucks me in deeper, enticing me to fuck her harder.
Shit. "Missed this," I say, running my tongue from the base of her neck to her shoulder blades and back up, before nipping her skin playfully.
"Just. Keep. *Fuck*ing me," is her response as I drive home. Fuck. I love her.
"Horny Bitch," I mutterOH yeah. Duh. She *did* get really horny when she was pregnant, in the beginning.
"Your fault," she groans and I throw a finger against her clit harder and she whimpers. Oh yeah. I am the fuckin' *king* of this woman.
Ya know- the first time I ever made her come was like… such a rush. I was fuckin' fifteen and she was thirteen and didn't wanna fuck yet, so we fooled around. She started goin' down on me and jerkin' me off and *I* started finger-fuckin' her. One day, she asked if I'd ever though of goin' down on *her* and to tell ya the truth, I'd thought it'd be disgusting or whatall- but she begged and I loved her and she said she wanted to come. Couldn't get her to come with my fingers alone for some reason, although *now* I can, but I was young back then. *So* I went down on her and had her comin' within fifteen minutes and it was fuckin' *amazing*.
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"Fuck," I groan. This is *exactly* what I wanted- to feel nuthin' but the constant pounding of his cock into me for like an hour or however long we last. "Harder," I practically beg and he obliges. Fuck. I put my forehead on the limo seat and close my eyes. I *love* feelin' him like this- this deep, insistent…
Shit. I start quivering and "NO!" I whine when I feel him still and he drapes himself over my body and kisses my shoulder. "*Marsh*!"
"Relax," he says. "Just wanted to say that I love you and missed you."
"Show me by FUCKING ME!"
"I will, I will," he says soothingly but I'm so fuckin' close- shit. He holds my hips and pulls them back, sinking into me. "Shit- you *feel* what you do to me, Kim?"
"*Yes*, *FUCK* me with it already or-"
"Or what?" He growls.
"I'll fuck myself on the fuckin' champagne bottle, now FUCK ME." I *hate* when he's like this.
"Now *that's* something I'd like to see," he says and starts pulling away.
GOD DAMMIT! "FINE!" I scream at him and shove him halfway across the limo. "God damned BASTARD! All I wanted to do was-" FUCK. I'm so fuckin' *mad* at him. "Whatever," I growl and start undoing the damn corset. I can't fuckin' breathe.
"Kim- stop," he says and starts coming toward me.
"Don't fuckin' *touch* me, Marshall."
"Kim- what the hell?"
"All I fuckin' wanted to do was fuckin' *surprise* you and get fucked and you can't even let me do *that*! Fuckin' prick."
I throws the corset across the limo and grab my jacket. God- I'm so mad I'm *shaking*. Well- it could be the denied release pulsing through my pussy.
"Kim, I don't understand what the hell just happened," he sighs and grabs his jeans.
"What just happened?! *WHAT* just happened?"
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Yeah- when her *eyes* turn red? Never a good thing.
I think I forgot how pissy and emotional she gets when she's pregnant.
"Kim- I *swear* I didn't-"
"Shut up," she growls. "I can't *stand* the sound of your voice."
Fuck. She's covered now and I pull my jeans on and sit watching her as she turns the television on. She's flipping channels and growls loudly when they've got my video on BET *and* MTV. Fuck. I'm sorry I'm such an ass sometimes. It's just- sometimes we play like that- like that day I fucked her mouth.
I guess to*day* was *not* one of those days. Fuck. Duh. Did you *really* think she wanted to play a game when you haven't seen each other in three weeks and she went to all the trouble of setting this up, Marshall?
DUMB ASS!
Shit. I get on my knees and slowly inch toward her, but she's not cracking. Fuck. So it's most definitely not a game. Fuck, even worse.
I'm right in front of her now and this requires a *lot* of groveling. "Kim-" I start but- did she just… *smack* me?!
"Did you just… *smack* me?" I ask in disbelief. I mean… FUCK.
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Oh god. I didn't *mean* to… he *leaned* and… okay- maybe I was *hoping* for a bit of contact, but he leaned and I moved my hand quicker than I thought and- yeah. Okay. I smacked him and that's… unforgivable because that's what his mom did too many times and- I don't have to look into those big blue eyes to *know* he's pissed, but even more *hurt*.
But the motherfucker deserved it, so I'm sure as fuck not gonna tell him I didn't mean it.
"Well- when you're an *ass* you deserve what you get," I snarl and… that was uncalled for.
"Fucking *bitch*," he growls and moves back a little bit from me.
"Well you're a fucking *bastard*, so I guess we *match*," I grumble and turn the volume up on the television.
"Too bad I'll *never* fuckin' *marry* *YOU* again, fuckin' *cunt*."
"EX*CUSE* ME?!" I yell and my eyes snap to his. "Don't *ever* call me a cunt again or-"
"Or *what*, *Cunt*?"
Oh that's IT. I drop to my knees on the limo floor in front of him and smack him again. "I'm fuckin' GLAD you don't wanna marry because I *sure* as FUCK don't wanna MARRY YOU!!!!!!!"
"Don't fuckin' smack me again, Kim, or you won't get *nuthin'* from me."
"I don't WANT nothin' from you, *Em*," I growl.
"GOOD!" He screams.
"GOOD!" I scream back.
"FINE!"
"FINE!"
Shit.
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Fuck. Next thing I know, she's launched herself on top of me and she's got her tongue so far down my throat I swear she's gonna eat my lungs.
Her nails violently scratch my chest and nipples and I've ripped open her coat and am squeezin' her tits so hard I'm leaving handprints on 'em.
I roll us over, flip her over and quickly and hold her wrists in one hand as I open my jeans up with my other hand. She's trembling so bad with need right now and I shove my balled up jeans under her hips and straddle her thighs as I thrust home.
"FUCK!" She shrieks as thrust my cock deep inside her. She contracts around me and milks my cock as soon as I start poundin' into her and she presses her thighs tighter around me and I growl along with her shrieks.
She's panting wicked bad and I grab her face and kiss her roughly before growling, "Don't *never* smack me a*gain*, you hear me?"
But she's just crying and whimpering and I squeeze one of her tits again to make my point. Her whole body is shaking and heaving and I pull out and still before slamming in incredibly forcefully which throws us both over and I scream as I come inside her and feel her writhing under me, around me.
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Oh my god. He collapses on top of me and FUCK. My whole *body* hurts. Shit.
I'm still crying; I don't know why. He hears me and- "God, Kim- are you okay?" He asks, rolling off me quickly. "Kim? Did I hurt you, Baby?" He touches my shoulder but I don't turn toward him and I shake my head. "Kim- please… *say* something."
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FUCK. I didn't- *hurt* her, did I?
I mean- she *wanted* it, didn't she? Did I just fuckin'… *rape* my pregnant fiancée?
She never said 'no'- she… fuckin' jumped me. But-
Ohgod. "Kim? Baby?" But she just sniffles more and won't turn to me.
FUCK!
What the *hell* did I just do?
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~~~~~~~~"I'm back!" I call into the living room as I come in.
"LILY!" Marcie comes running to me. "LOOK!"
Man- I've been gone all day and I really wanna- "Oh god."
It's from the Academy. My grades? My fate.
"Open it, Lil. It's been driving me *crazy* all afternoon!"
"Okay, okay." I drop my bag on the floor and open the envelope. "Wow." I can't… I got- all A's? In seven classes? At one of the best schools in the country?
"LILY! I'M SOOO PROUD OF YOU!" She exclaims and yanks me into a hug.
"Wait- wait," I mumble. There's another piece of paper. I pull it out and read, "Blah blah blah, proud to have the past month, happy you did well, blah blah blah, overcome personal problems, blah blah blah." Never knew my mother's death was a 'personal problem'. "Oh my god! In light of your grades and quality of your work, the Academy would be proud to add your name to the student roster for the fall. I'M IN!!!!" I shriek and I don't care if Jess is asleep. I'M IN! I GOT IN! I CAN GO NEXT YEAR!
Don't know how I'll afford it- BUT I'M IN!
I just wish I could- "I gotta go out for a bit," I say, grabbing my sweatshirt from my bag.
"Lily, where are you-"
"I gotta go see Mom," I say. I don't want her to worry.
"It's *late*, Lily, let me drive you."
"Okay," I nod. I just… I wish she could be here to see it. Of course, if she hadn't… I wouldn't have run away from school and even *considered* going. But I guess she'd always considered it an option, but I never had a reason to want it so bad.
"Hi, Mom," I say as I trace the letters of her name on her gravestone. "I uh… got into the Academy today- for next year. Got all A's for the last semester of work and I'm no longer on trial. I'm *in*. See?" I hold the letter, as if she could read it.
Fuck. I'm talking to her as if she's anything but dead.
"Past weeks have gone by so quick. Got all my work finished and… sorry I haven't gotten here more often, but I guess it doesn't really matter since you're- god, I miss you so much, Mom. I *need* you."
God. I *hate* CRYING all the time and I feel guilty when I'm *not*. I mean- my mother is *dead*. She's… she won't ever see me again. *I* won't see *her* again. She'll never swim again and- fuck.
"So I went shopping with Kim and had breakfast with them. I have yet to really talk to Hailie or anything. She's pregnant and they're getting married again. I just- don't know where I fit, Mom. I used to fit with *you* and now… I've got the Academy, but this whole new family that wants me I guess. I just… *miss* you."
I don't know what else to say. I *never* know what to say. I just… wish she could hear me. I wish I knew she was hearing me.
"I love you, Mama. I miss you bunches. God- if you can… come *back* to me," I whisper. I like to believe if I believe it enough and say it enough, I might make it true.
But then reality and my big ol' brain kicks in and I know that'll never happen.
Mom is *dead*. And she's never coming back.
God- I miss her soo much.
Author: crazyevildru@yahoo.com
These stories are for entertainment purposes only. They are completely fictitious, and the authors mean no harm to EMINEM, his family, friends, or anyone else that may have been depicted as a 'real life' character. No money was made on the fiction here, either directly or indirectly, i.e. paid advertising. In other words - it's just a bunch of shit we wrote for fun. Please don't take it seriously.