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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*********"Marsh, can I open my eyes yet?"
"No."
"C'mon, take this bandana off me. If this isn't leading to some kinky sex game, I don't wanna be blindfolded."
"Can you just wait a minute? God- you're the most impatient woman alive!"
Okay. I have *no* idea where I am in the house because he put this stupid bandana over my eyes and spun me around until I couldn't stand. Then he led me somewhere and spun me again and we did that about five times. So… I'm beginning to think he's just doing this for amusement. But…
"Okay," he says and I feel him undo the-
"Oh my god- when did you- how- oh my god, Marshall." I can't breathe. I… oh my god.
"Do you like it, Baby?" He asks, rubbing my swollen belly.
"I do." God- how stupid is this? I'm crying but- it's beautiful. It's… our baby's room.
He's got a beautiful oak set: crib, dresser, changing table, rocking chair, bookshelf and nightstand. The room is decorated in a jungle theme, particularly jungle cats because Dylan kicks like *crazy* during the Lion King and Tarzan. He's got stuffed animals all over and the room is painted with jungle trees and it's just… beautiful.
"When did you *do* this?"
"The past month or so when you've been napping. Had the painters come and Hai and I and Lily went shoppin' for the toys this past weekend. So… do you *really* like it?"
"Yeah I-" oh. "Feel him?" I ask, moving Marsh's hand a bit to where Dylan's kicking. "He likes it too." And oh boy is this kid strong like his daddy. Hell, he's al*ready* fighting me on bedtime. I lay down at ten to go to sleep and the kid is hungry and wide-awake and ready to kick my bladder just as soon as I start falling asleep.
"I just- wanted to surprise you and you'd said you wanted jungle for a theme, so… there's still a lot though that can be done- like a few space rugs if you want 'em and we gotta get some books and- OH! I got a present for him!"
He runs over to the toy chest and pulls out a baby baseball glove. "Um… Marsh?"
"Yeah?"
"You don't *play* baseball. You've *never* played baseball."
"I did in elementary school- a little."
"Why not a basketball? You *play* basketball."
"I know, but… dad's are supposed to get their song's baseball gloves. I just… wanted to-"
I smile. He's still got that wounded little boy inside him whose daddy didn't want him. "I think he'll love it. You can learn together." He nods and then I add, "And when you lose to him, he can't get mad that you're pretending!"
"HEY! Not like I'm a total retard. I *do* manage to make *you* come. I think I got *some* coordination in me." We laugh a little bit. "But you really like it?"
"I *love* it," I whisper and lean in to his mouth. I place a soft kiss on each of the corners of his mouth. "And I love you. It's perfect." I smile before teasing his lip with my tongue. God… it's been so long since I've had him inside me. Nearly a month and a half and I'm going *in**sane* with need. I am soo *horny* when I'm pregnant and even though I'm practically healed, he's being such a freak about it.
He lets me kiss him softly but I hold the back of his neck and kiss him deeper. I kiss him breathless, pouring all of my need and desire for him into-
"KIM," he says, pulling away abruptly. "I tol' you I wasn't gonna-"
"GOD *DAM*MIT, MARSHALL!"
"Kim-"
"NO!" I yell. God I'm so fucking *sick* of this. "It's been nearly two months, Marsh. I'm pregnant and horny and I wanna get fucked and if *you* won't do it, I'll do it my fucking self!"
I stomp off, not giving him a chance to say anything and I slam our bedroom door behind me.
God I'm so *sick* of *him* deciding that we can't have sex. SHIT. It's *my* body. I think I'd *know* when I'm healed enough to fuck my fiancé- sorry- my *boy*friend. We're not fucking engaged. I don't got no ring on my fuckin' finger.
The door swings open and he comes in. "Kim, don't be like this."
"Don't talk to me. I'm sick of this, Marshall. It's been nearly two months. I'm practically healed!"
"Kim-"
"What, you don't *want* to touch me? Is that it?"
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Is she fuckin' *crazy*?!
Of *course* I want her, but excuse me for not wantin' to put my son's life in danger!
And we've talked about this. Over and over. She's just moody. Unless-
"What's this *really* about?" I have noticed she's been a bit pissier lately than with her other pregnancies.
"I wanna have sex, Marshall!"
"No." No- okay- I'm a little slow, but I get it. It's not just about the sex. I just… I don't wanna cause her more pain or nuthin'. "Tell me. What the fuck is you pissed over *now*, Kim?"
"Just forget it," she sighs. "I'ma take a shower. I'm hot." And it *has* been hot lately, but luckily I got enough money to air-condition the place for like… *ever*.
She heads into our huge ass bathroom and starts running water. "Thought you was gonna take a shower."
"Maybe I changed my mind. Got a fuckin' problem wit' that?"
She throws a handful of vanilla scent crystals into the luke warm water. I stand behind her and wrap my arms around her waist so I can rub her belly. Our *son*. My boy. I'ma raise a good man too. *We* will.
"Kim- tell me. You've been… pissy for a while. What's-"
"How come you haven't given me a ring yet?" She whispers *really* quietly.
FUCK. *THAT'S* what this is about?!
"Hey," I say, taking her hands in mine. I hold her hand and look at it. "Kim- it's… shit. I wish you'd- I got the ring. I've- I got it when I was away."
"You did?"
"*Yeah*. I got it. I was- gonna do it the Fourth, but- shit. Things were so fuckin' crazy with Mom and then the concert and Lily comin' and goin' and… time just got away from me. And I wanted to do it right and things have been so crazy… I'm sorry."
And I *feel* her relax against me, into my arms. She leans back against me and I hold her. "Plus… I sorta-" I stop myself.
"What?"
"It's stupid."
"C'mon, Marsh. Tell me."
"Well… I sorta- once I did- I wanted to- ya know- make love so I could see it on your finger. But you couldn't so…"
"Marsh, *please*. It hasn't hurt that much for a couple weeks now and-"
"I just don't wanna put stress on you or Dylan. I just… I'm-"
She turns in my arms and looks at me. "What?"
"I'm scared I'll- I mean… like if we was- in the middle of it and… what if you start gettin' the cramp again? I don't wanna put you or him in jeopardy and I'm just scared a' that."
"I *know*, but… if we went slow and… took our time… I just… *need* you."
"I want you too, but- how would we- without hurting the baby or putting stress on your ribs. Like… you can't be on top and I don't think I'd be able to… *thrust* if *I* was on top because you're gettin' a belly and I don't want my freakin' stomach or hips slamming into Dyl."
"What if we… in the shower or something-"
"I'm afraid it'd put too much stress on your ribs."
"Marsh- they're okay- I mean… I can stand up and everything. And if we're gentle and careful…"
"I don't wanna risk it." God- having sex shouldn't be this complicated, really. But- OH. "I just thought of- I think it'll work."
"What?"
I just smile.
"Marsh?"
I kiss her softly at first before deepening the kiss, but not too much. "Tonight," I whisper. "After the girls are in bed. We got a date, okay?"
"Yeah," she whimpers lustily.
Finally! I think it'll work too.
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~~~~~~~~"So how's your paper goin'?" I ask.
"Okay. I got my history one finished and my science is almost done. You?"
"I've got my English story out of the way and I'm done with my chem paper, but I'll have to get into the lab and make sure it actually works."
"So you comin' back to Detroit before school starts?"
"Yeah- I'm comin' up this weekend actually. Friday night- we're goin' out to dinner somewhere."
"Why?"
"Back to school type thing. Plus Hailie's gonna be a third grader- so it's a celebration type thing."
"Cool. You gonna come visit me?"
"I *want* to, maybe Saturday night I can get someone to drive me over."
"Aiight. I'll ask Mom if it's okay, but I don't *think* it'll be an issue."
"Cool."
"Knock, knock?" I turn toward the door where Marce is standing. "Can you- come downstairs?"
"Oh, yeah- Mary, I gotta go. I'll call?"
"Okay, bye, Lil," she says before we hang up.
"What's up?"
"We just- Rob and I gotta talk to you."
"Sounds important," I tell her as we get down the stairs and we sit at the table.
"It is, Lily," Rob says.
"What's up?" This is… freaking me out a little. Like… this is what Mom did with me when she told me the cancer was back. "Just *tell* me, you're-"
"Sorry, Lily. We- I don't know how to say this" he rubs his temple a bit "other than to just say it, so- I've been offered a job in Miami and I've decided to take it."
"What?" I'm… confused.
"Lily-" Marcie says, touching my hand softly. "It's a big promotion for him and… it's a huge raise and other benefits we just can't turn down."
"You're… moving? To Miami?" I just… I don't understand. "What about Jess?"
"She'll be fine. We'll all be fine, we'll-"
"What about *me*?" I ask. I mean…
"Lily, you're part of our family and-"
"What about school?"
"I'm sure they have schools in Miami we could-"
"NO. The Academy is one of the top five prep schools in the country! The other four are *not* in Miami. I worked- I worked my *ass* off to get there!"
"Lily- we're… we could look into getting some aid to pay for you to live there, but… we couldn't afford you flying home to Miami every weekend."
"I… I'm- I'm not *going*. I wanna stay *here*." I mean… what the hell do they- "I don't wanna live in *Miami*."
"Lily- we know we just-"
"Did you ever think to *ask* me? God- I'm… I'm a part of this too. It- I just found a *really* good group of friends who *don't* look at me like my mom died… who didn't feel sorry 'cause my mom was sick. And Mary- she's like… my best friend. And she knows about- I can't just tell *any*one I'm Eminem's daughter!"
"Lily- we can understand why you're upset, but- this is too good a promotion to *not* do it and- maybe you should just take a while to think about it and calm down."
"Yeah. Fine." I stand up and head for the door.
"Where are you-"
"I'ma go for a run." And then I leave.
I've… I can't believe it's been practically two months since I beat the hell outta Marshall. But… later, when I asked him how he knew that I needed that- he said I'm a lot like him and Kim. So I've taken to running when I need to clear my mind and it… *really* helps. I can go a mile now without having to stop.
I still can't believe it. So much has happened in such a short amount of time. I've been to their house the past five weekends and it's been nice. And… I'm happy. I mean… I miss my mom, but- it's been almost five months. And Marcie's right- she would want me to move on.
And I have a good time their. Hailie and I helped him pick stuff out for the baby's room. Dylan. Whitney's already walking around saying "Dylly Dylly". And Hai's really excited too.
Marshall's been letting me use his gym too. He actually got this kick boxing tape thing that we've been doing together and it's nice. Like… it was weird that first weekend, because of- I don't know. I thought it would be weird the first weekend I was there alone, but it wasn't. Nate was right- it's like they've just molded me into the family- into their routine.
The press has been hounding him a lot though, but they haven't really figured out who I am. I'm surprised- I mean, I was in the hospital when Kim was- they *saw* me, but… most reported I was a cousin or something. I think we've been lucky. And I'm not really gonna push 'em into coming out with the story publicly because it's nobody's business but ours.
And no one has reported Kim being pregnant yet either, so I guess luck is with him for now, but I wonder how long it'll stay.
The concert was amazing, though. Nate was right. He took Mary and I backstage for the good food and made sure we were out on the side of the stage with a great view. It was… really surreal. Pretty amazing being there, hearing so many people screaming for… my father.
I wonder if Hailie really knows- or if it's dawned on her. I'll have to ask her. We've been hanging out too. She's really hyper and a lot like him. I don't think I was that hyper, but she does have her parent's temper. I'm not sure if I'm hot blooded like they are. Mom may have mellowed me out some.
But the weekends have been nice. I've been flying back and forth first class because he insists and they always have a car at the airport to pick me up.
And now things are gonna be *fucked* *up*!
How could they just… decide to move to Miami without even consulting me? It's not like I'm five years old. I can think. I have a brain.
Shit. I don't know what the fuck I'm gonna do. It's like… I… we can't afford- Marcie and Rob can barely afford tuition for me. I don't even know *how* they're managing it. But they said they'd get it done. I mean… they're not poor but it's just an unexpected expense. Of course if he just got a huge promotion then maybe room and board won't be a big deal?
I don't know. I *could* ask Marshall. I *know* he'd give me the money in the blink of an eye, but… I don't know if it's pride or just… I don't wanna owe them anything. And I don't want *them* to think they owe *me*. It's like… we can't change the past and I don't want them to think they have to give me stuff to make up for giving me away because they *so* don't.
I don't know. I just… I guess I'm going to Miami. I'm sure they'll have a good school or two, but- dammit. This sucks.
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*********I still can't believe he did this all. I walk over to the bookshelf where he's got… well- it's our first family picture.
We took it at the Fourth of July picnic. Marsh and me and Nate with Lily and Hailie and Whitney. I can't help but smile.
She's been here every weekend since and it's like… when she's here- everything is normal.
Marcie and I have spoken a couple times on the phone and she says Lily seems genuinely happy and that makes me happy. Her and Marsh have been working out together when she's here and me and Hailie just watch them and laugh.
"Kim?"
"Huh?" I turn toward him and he's standing there in a pair of jogging pants and that's it. No boxers. Not shirt. No socks. Nothing. Just those jogging pants that barely hang onto his hips.
Shit. My body has been tingling ever since he told me he'd fuck me tonight.
"You really like the room?"
"I really do. I think Dyl will like it too." He starts kicking and I just hold my belly. "See? He already likes i-OH."
"KIM?!" He asks scared.
"Shit. This kid likes to torture me!" And it's true. It's like he knows *exactly* where my bladder is and kicks it *every* thirty minutes just to tell me he's still there. But I'm glad he does because it *is* nice knowing that he's still inside me. And hopefully his daddy will be too.
I head into our room and run into the bathroom. Man. At least I'm not puking anymore though, that's good. That stopped about a month ago.
I wash my hands and head back out into the bedroom. "He's like you, ya know?" I tell him, pulling my hair tie out and throwing it on my dresser.
"How's that?"
"He feels the need to remind me every thirty minutes that I'm his."
Marshall just smirks. "Ya know, we're worried about how Hai and Whit will react to having to share Mommy's time, but… I don't want *no* man takin' my girl away from me, even if it *is* my son."
"Well," I say and walk over to him. I wrap my arms around him to run my fingers up and down his back. "We'll have to make sure we set aside Mommy time, won't we?"
"I guess."
"The girls asleep?" I ask, nuzzling his neck a bit.
"I think so."
"And Nate?"
"Out for the night," he answers, slowly pulling on the ties to my robe. I'm naked underneath because I just took a shower and his hands slip inside and this time he bypasses my stomach, which is the only thing he's *been* touching. Instead, his hands slide up my body softly to the sides of my breasts first.
Shit. I can't help but moan because it's been *so* long since he touched me like this. "Gonna change your mind?" I ask him. I'd rather know ahead of time so I don't get *really* turned on before he tells me he can't.
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Shit. I forgot how fuckin' gorgeous she is when she's pregnant. I mean… she's gorgeous to me, maybe not to other people. But it's funny- when someone says when you meet the person- the *one*- it won't matter what they look like 'cause they'll be gorgeous to you. And that's true.
But I love pregnant Kim because her tits are bigger and her hips are more womanly, not that she's not womanly. But… a woman's body changes when she's pregnant and I love those changes. I know it made me mad when she told me she was pregnant and someone *else* would get to feel those changes.
But now they're *mine*.
"Couldn't even if I wanted to," I say before leaning forward to capture her lips. "Just- promise me, Kim- if it starts to hurt- I *really* couldn't live with myself if-"
"I promise," she says, staring into my eyes. Good. Now, my idea. I think it'll be a bit more work on *my* part, but as long as she and the baby are safe, that's all I give a damn about.
Okay. So I'm am *so* fuckin' horny, I can't stand it. I *want* her and I've been hard all damn day. I've been tryin' *not* to jack off too much because I know she couldn't and I felt guilty, but… I'm a guy. But *nothing* will compare to sinking into Kim again. I could practically come at the *thought* of it.
I kiss her deeper and she runs her hands over my back and she *knows* that drives me crazy. I caress her skin, test the new weight of her breasts in my palms and run my hands down over her gorgeous ass. She was always tellin' me how much she loved my body, but to be mushy, I love hers too. She's just… she's perfect for me. She's my Kim.
I'm just glad we were able to find our way back to each other again.
"Marsh?" She whimpers when I start kissing down her neck.
"Uh huh?"
"I realize we have to go slow for safety, but if you're not *in* me in the next five minutes, I'm *going* to pick you up and *throw* you onto the bed."
"Okay. I got an idea. I think it'll take the stress off your body and keep my weight off Dylan."
"Now then," she says, pushing my pants off. Her robe falls onto the floor and I pull her with me toward the bed. "How?"
"Okay. Lay down, sorta on your side." I grab a couple pillows and lay them next to her. "Use 'em to prop you up a bit- like pretend they're me and you're layin' half on me." She puts one under her abdomen to support the baby and keep the weight from falling and pulling on her upper body. She takes the other and puts it sort of under her chest to distribute her weight. "How's that feel?"
"Better if you were *in* me."
"But it doesn't hurt?"
"No, it feels good. Comfy."
"How wet you think you are?" I ask because I do remember she was a bit drier when she was pregnant- like her hormones were workin' on the baby more.
"Get the KY," she states. I open the drawer up and put some in my palm. I don't wanna hurt her. I groan as I stroke myself so I'm covered. Shit. "Don't come early," she tosses over her shoulder. "I'd *never* forgive you."
"Wouldn't forgive myself," I smile before laying next to her on *my* side. I prop myself up with my right elbow and use my left hand to lift her leg back over my leg. "Does that hurt? Having your leg like that?"
"No. It's nice."
"Okay. I figure this way, it's all me."
"Well- then make it good."
"OH, it *will* be. When ain't it?"
"When you're completely trashed?"
"Shh," I say, nibbling on her ear. "Don't tease the man that's gonna make your dreams come true."
"You already *have*," she says, turning toward me. I kiss her softly before reaching between us and pressing myself against her. "Marsh-"
"Yes? Okay?"
"Uh huh. Yes- shove it in."
"So romantic," I tease.
"C'mon, Baby, *please*."
I start pushing inside her and "fuuuuuuuck" comes from both of us. She's so tight because it's been so long and *shit*. She's like a vise on my dick and *FUCK*.
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Shiiiiiiit. I throw my arm back around him and dig my fingers into his ass. Shit. It's been *too* long. "Marsh," I whimper. God- he feels so good. *Home*.
And then he *thrusts*. Gently, slowly, figuring how his body can move in this position, but he manages to find an easy rhythm and I feel his hand on my belly. "Okay?" He grunts a bit.
"Uh huh." Yes. I'm perfect. I've got him in me again. I'm fine. I slide my leg further up his leg so it's more swung over his hip and it lets him thrust a bit deeper which only drives me crazy and I arch back toward him to receive him. SHIT. *That* hurt a little bit but… it was worth it. It felt *really* good.
"You feel so good on me, Kim."
Oh I *love* when he starts to tell me about what he feels. One time, we were both a bit high and he rhymed throughout the whole entire thing. It was… pretty fuckin' amazing. He freestyled through the whole entire thing and even managed to rhyme screaming my name when he came.
"You too," I whimper and bite my bottom lip. "Soon though," I tell him. I mean… it's been two months. I'm *ready*. And it doesn't really hurt, so we can do it again too. I just… need release.
"Touch yourself," he whispers and I feel him parting my lips for me. My hand slides down and we hook our pinkys as I seek my clit. Shiiiiiiit. I whimper. I'm so sensitive. "I'm there, Kim," he whispers before I feel him jerking inside me and I squeeze my clit just a bit, but it's when I feel *his* fingers with mine, working me, that I finally let go and his name tears from my mouth.
Shit.
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++++++++I sigh and kiss her neck a bit. "Awake?"
"Uh huh."
"We gotta get up."
"Don't wanna."
"Are you okay?"
"Uh huh. Perfect." Good. I'm glad. We made love three times last night and I'm glad she's not sore or hurt. Although if we'd been thinking, we prolly wouldn't waiting until after her doctor appointment today. We'll get to see him today! It's the first ultrasound!
"Good. Ya gotta shower and get our cum off ya before we leave."
"Oh shit- that's right."
"But it was good, Kim?"
She smiles as she sits up. "It was perfect. I loved it and I love you."
I fall back on the bed when she goes into the bathroom. Yeah- it was pretty fuckin' great.
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*********"Well?" I ask her. He holds my hand as we hear our son's heartbeat for the first time and she brings up the image on the screen. It's our son! "Marsh! It's…"
"Dylan," he smiles so proudly. It's our *son*.
"Doc?" I ask at her frown. "Something-"
"There's a problem with your son," she says and Marsh's face pales.
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.