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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~~~~~~~~"Ms. Fredricks!"
My eyes pop open.
Shit.
"I'm sorry. I-"
"I just gave out the weekend assignment. You'll have to ask one of your colleagues to take pity on you and give you the details."
Just then the bell rings and I rush to gather my books. Shit.
"Ms. Fredricks? A moment please?"
"Yes, Professor McKoy?" I ask.
"At any school, I would insulted, but expectant of such behavior. But we're not *at* any school, are we?"
"No, Sir."
"No indeed. You were accepted into the Academy, the fifth best preparatory school in the nation and I will *not* tolerate napping during my class, or any other. If you can't handle the pressure, get out of the fire. Perhaps public school would more suitable for you."
"No, Sir. I apologize. It… won't happen again."
He just raises an eyebrow. Shit. This is the fifth time it's happened. "One more time, Ms. Fredricks and I'm reporting it to the dean. You're new here and we will not hesitate in removing you if you're not suited for the program."
"Yes, Sir. I understand."
"That'll be all," he says and I turn back to grabbing my books to leave. God. "Ms. Fredricks?"
I take a deep breath before turning back to him. "Yes, Professor McKoy?"
"Professor Stanton has been raving about your English paper. That was excellent work."
"Thanks," I smile. I'm just glad I got that one done over the summer because I have no time to do anything now.
"Whatever you were doing last year and over the summer is what you should strive to match. Your work is declining and it's not even October."
Yeah. 'Cause it's *so* easy! "Yes, Sir."
"Have a nice day," he says.
"You do the same, Sir."
God. I get out into the hallway and at least I'm not going to be late for a class. I just gotta get to lunch.
I throw my books in my locker and head to the cafeteria. I'm not really hungry. I *haven't* been that much, but- I guess I'll grab an apple or something.
"Hey, Guys," I say, sitting down. "What's up?"
"You okay, Lil? That's the fifth time," Emily says.
"Just tired, I guess." There just don't seem to be enough hours in the day to do everything I need to get done, especially with the back and forth on the weekends.
"Maybe you should just stay here this weekend," Bri says. "I know a bunch a' kids are. You should just not fly back."
Shit. I've thought about it I guess. I mean… shit. I can't be kicked out. I don't *want* to go back to public school and leave my friends and… I gotta get back on track. And then when I'm home, Jessie's all over me and I just can't get stuff done. I don't get enough hours of time I can just sit and get reading done *and* sleep enough.
"Maybe I will," I state. Yeah- maybe I *will*. Makes sense. *And* we have a three day weekend this weekend because most of the professors are going to this big conference so classes were canceled on Friday. So if I stay here, I'll have three days to really get caught up and relax. "Yeah, I think I will."
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*********Shit.
I am *so* hungry.
I look down at the containers in my arms and grin. Yeah. I'm *really* hungry.
I open the door and lock it behind me, just in case Nate comes home early, but I doubt it. And thankfully Betty and Jack took the girls so we're *all* *alone*.
And I'm hungry.
I turn on the small lamp on the nightstand beside the bed. I sit the containers down on the stand and turn on my meal.
"Maaarsh," I whine.
"What?" He mumbles. Poor baby. He's tired. I kept him up late last night on a food run. Actually *three* food runs. Damn cravings. Is it *my* fault that he couldn't find a pizza with sauce that tasted good to me?
"I'm hungry again."
"Kiiimm," he whines. "I really wanna sleep." He tries to roll over but I stop him by pulling his shirt up. His eyes open. "What are you doing?"
"What do you think, Silly?" I ask him. "I'm hungry so I'm gonna eat."
"What's on the menu?"
"You," I inform him.
"Kim- I'm *really* tired."
"And I'm *really* pregnant. And do you *know* how much your son eats?" I ask.
"Oh you mean, Alison?"
"Yeah, Dylan," I counter. "He's a big pig like his daddy."
"I was thinking she was as much a pig as her mother, hopefully she won't be as pig*head*ed."
I slap his stomach lightly and he catches my wrist. "You smack me again and I'll spank your ass."
"That a threat?" I ask.
"Yeah," he says, sitting up.
"You *threatening* me?"
"*Yeah*," he answers getting up on his knees.
"Yeah?"
"Oh yeah," he replies before his hands grab my neck and pull me toward him for a deep and heated kiss, but-
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She pulls away. What the-
"I *told* you, I'm *hungry*," she says before pulling my shirt off and pushing me back on the bed. She climbs up and straddles my legs.
I glance over at the table and… "Kim, is that *really* necessary?"
"Yessss," she smiles before reaching for my jeans. "Interested?"
"It's just- sticky."
She helps me out of my jeans and looks down at me. "Looks like Dave's interested."
"Dave?"
She glances at my dick and I can't help but laugh.
"You know," she says pulling her hair back into a ponytail. "You are *so* sexy when you laugh."
"Yeah?"
"I'd forgotten how much I love hearing that." I guess I don't laugh too much with her, or I didn't. Lately it's been hard *not* smiling like a big asshole because I've got Kim and Hailie and Lily and Whitney and a new baby on the way and my music is still going pretty strong and my company's solid and we've got a great place to live and things are just... *we're* just happy.
I kick my jeans off and the next thing I know, my fiancée's got a handful of cherry jello and has *smeared* it across my stomach. "KIM!"
"Shh, tol' you I'm hungry," she says before she leans down and all it takes is one sweep of her tongue across my stomach and I'm through protesting. "So just relax."
I put my hands behind my head and concentrate on the feeling of her tongue on my skin, licking the jello from me.
Aiight. Relax, yeah. I'm relaxed. Right. She doesn't really mean *that*. What she *means* is try not to come all over her until I'm *in* her.
But… she's Kim and she's pregnant and I learned at a very early age to *never* mess with a woman who has *major* attitude, *especially* when she's pregnant and even more than that when she's nearly six *months* pregnant.
Hence the reason why it's eight o'clock at night and I'm *wiped*. She rolled over the middle of last night and started tickling my stomach. *Tickling* me. At one am. Sayin' Maarssshhalll all cute and sweet. So I woke up thinkin' I was gonna get lucky like that night in the pool and then she says "Go get me a pizza, would you, Baby?" And what the fuck am I gonna say to her? NO?
Hell no. With her hand so close to my dick? *FUCK* no. I said, "What would you like on it, Dear?" And I went on my way. *Three* *times*.
*Then* she wanted ice cream.
And not the vanilla in the freezer.
And not the Butter Toffee in the freezer.
And not the cookies and cream from the extra freezer either.
She wanted the *Heath* ice cream. FROM THE SUPERMARKET!
And *then* after the pizza and the ice cream she wanted the sex and I'm *sure* as hell not gonna turn down sex, especially when she was feeling *really* amorous after the pizza and ice cream runs.
I think I finally went to bed about six o'clock and was woken up by two children jumping on my stomach at eight.
And the kicker? What was she doing while waiting for her food? SLEEPING!
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I grab his dick and squeeze him *hard*. "'M'I not worthy of your attention?" I ask angrily and his eyes snap to mine.
"No, I just-"
"Don't even *tell* me you're still fuming about the fuckin' ice cream," I warn him.
"No, no, no," he shakes his head. Good boy.
"Because I thought the in*cred*ible blow job well made up for that last night."
"Sure, after you made me eat you out for an *hour*. An *hour*, Kim."
"Aw, poor baby," I say. Okay. I feel *mildly* bad I let the girls wake him up so early this morning, but I wasn't feeling well and didn't feel like fighting them. I'm pregnant, okay? And he *made* me this way, so he can deal with it. It's not gonna be *his* nipples that get sucked on every two hours for six months!
I grab the whip cream next. "What are you gonna do with that?" He asks and I just grin.
"What do you think?" I ask before shaking it and drawing a circle around his belly button and then one around each of his nipples. "Pretty."
"Enjoying yourself?"
"Oh like you aren't," I say before spraying some into my palm and stroking him firmly. I love how his feels in my hand, especially when his cock jumps.
"Harder," he whimpers and I comply, tightening my grasp on him as I pump him in my hand. "Shit," he groans.
"Like it?"
"Yeah."
"More?"
"Yeah."
"No."
"KIM!" He yells as I pull my hand away.
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Fuck her, Man.
"Gimme that!" I say and grab the canister from her.
"MARSHALL!" She *jumps* off the bed and if you've ever seen a six month pregnant lady *jump* you *know* it's not easy. But she does. "NOOOO!"
"OH YEAH!" I chase after her and manage to corner her in the bathroom. "Your turn, Baby."
"NOOOOO!" She dodges around me and practically dives across the bed, but I'm quicker and I jump on top of her and she's trapped because I'm straddling her chest.
Shit. We're *both* panting a bit. I spray a bit of the cream onto the tip of my dick and then rub it against her lips. "C'mon, Baby," I whisper and I'm *so* glad she opens her fuckin' mouth.
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He passes between my lips and it's funny to remember when I was a scared teenager and he asked me to blow him for the first time. Shit. I'd had *no* idea what the fuck to do and it's not like a girl had ever done it to him, so we learned together, as with most things in our lives.
*Then* we got adventurous. We started exploring each other like horny ass teenage kids and could barely keep our hands off each other when we were in the same room. When Debbie was off doing what the fuck she *did*- we were making out or having sex or going down on each other- often all in the same afternoon.
And then he tried straddling me and fucking my mouth like he's doing now and I *love* him like this. Maybe I'm strange. I mean… every woman must not like her man fucking her mouth, but- I do. Maybe everyone's right, maybe I am just a slut.
I grasp the back of his thighs as he thrusts into me, not too hard or hurtful, but enough. I pass my tongue over the base of his cock and flick it against the tip before he comes back in.
"Kim… shit," he grunts when I start sucking on him hard.
Fuck. I'm so wet. I wanna get fucked.
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*Shit* I love her mouth.
I could go at any second, but I'm holding it. She likes when I do that and it's always a bit more intense if I can hold it until *she*comes.
I feel her hand on the small of my back and pull out. That's her way of telling me she's had enough and I respect that. I mean… despite the songs- I *do* respect her. I respect her body and her heart and her mind. She thinks she's stupid, but she ain't. She can outsmart *me*, can't she?
"Marsh, fuck me," she says.
"Yeah, how?" I can't exactly take her like this 'cause a' the baby now. I love pregnant sex. It always forces us to get a bit more creative and luckily, her rib is completely healed, so I don't have to worry about breakin' her.
I move off her and she gets on her hands and knees. "Fast or slow?" I ask.
"*Deep*," she answers with a smile.
"Are we *sure* it won't hurt the baby?"
"I'm sure he'll be playin' with his winky soon enough, Sweetie."
"She *better* not have a winky."
"Okay- fuck *now*," she demands when I rub my cock against her clit.
I thrust inside and *shit*. So hot. She's always so ready for me.
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"Yesssss," he groans. He holds my hips as he thrusts into me and *shit*. I can't believe I ever thought I wanted someone else besides him.
I feel his lips leaving wet sensuous kisses all over my back and "Christ" his hands slide down to my thighs and just rub my skin and- "Marsh!"
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Shit I *love* when I get her like this.
She told me one time that it's often non-sexual touches during sex that get her the hottest.
She's pushing back against me, getting me as deep as I can and I trace small circles on her thighs. "I love you, Kim," I whisper in her ear. "Let go, Baby, just let it go."
She whimpers and nods. I kiss her neck really soft and gentle before thrusting once more really deep and if I'm aimed right I hit her-
"MARSHALL!" She yells and it's amazing that I can make her body react this way.
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*********Shit. I finish running the comb through my hair as he steps out of the shower. "Less sticky?" I ask.
"Yeah. Of course I am."
I can't help laughing at his stomach. "Wonder how long it'll stay red."
"No more red skin-dying jello, Kim," he half-threatens, half-laughs.
"Oh you *know* you loved it. 'Sides, made your dick taste like cherries." I smile and walk over to stand behind him the mirror. I slide my hands around his waist. "I don't think it'll stay that way for long, though, Baby."
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Yeah- she thinks it's *so* funny. Luckily, I don't gotta get my picture taken or nuthin'. But…
"Marsh?" She asks, nuzzling my ear.
"What?"
"Will you take it off?"
"Take what off, I'm already nekkid," I smile into the mirror but see her staring at my stomach.
The tattoo.
"Kim, I really-" Shit.
"Never fuckin' mind," she says and immediately releases me.
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"Kim? Can you grab me the orange juice?" I ask.
She grabs the cup and shoves it at me and I don't catch it and find my hands and the front of my shirt covered in orange juice. SHIT.
"BITCH!" I growl.
She turns and looks at me. "Maybe you can shove it up your ass and fuck yourself," she snarls.
Hey- she's *talking* to me again. That's an improvement.
And okay, in retrospect? I think the hesitating was *probably* the thing that did it.
She didn't talk to me at all last night. Not one word. She just stormed out of the bathroom and refused to talk to me. She even slept in the guestroom. Ladies and Gentleman, meet Kim. The *real* Kim Scott. The one that drives me as crazy as she does impossibly and perpetually hard.
Then she stormed in this morning, waking me up with a very loud slamming of the bedroom door and then the bathroom door, which was locked so I couldn't get in and pee.
All this while still refusing to talk to me. For the past three hours, she's walked around with headphones and not even looking at me. Every time I walk into the room, she leaves. Yeah- the bitch is back.
Wanna know why I kill you off in songs, Kim? THIS is why. Because you've got a big fuckin' attitude problem and it's the only time I can shut you the fuck up.
But really- I guess I can't blame anyone but myself since it's my fault.
After all, I hesitated.
I sigh and head after her. She's in the living room. "If you'd fuckin' *listen* to me instead of fuckin' walking away every time I try and fucking *talk* to you about-" There she goes again. I just in front of her before she can get to the doorway. "KIM!" I growl. "Fuckin' *stop* it."
"No," she says and yanks her hand away. "Do what the fuck you wanna do, Marshall. Here," shit. She takes the ring off her finger and hands it to me. "I'll give you a reason to keep it. FUCK OFF!"
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MUTHERFUCKER!
I HATE HIM! I *hate* him. He's a bastard and a liar and a loser and I *hate* him.
"Kim, *stop* this," he says, trying to put it back on my finger.
"FUCK YOU! I'm sure as fuck not gonna fuckin' marry someone who doesn't fuckin' respect me. If I wanted to be a whore, I'd be with *Eric*."
"You know you're sure as fuck gonna marry me, so stop it, Kim. You're just pissed and it's not good for the baby. Let's just sit and-"
"If you *dare* tell me you wanna *talk* about it, then you can go write another song because I've got nothing to *say*," I tell him and take the ring off again. "Take it and shove it up your ass. Better yet, you can give it to Hailie and tell her why Daddy doesn't love Mommy and lied."
"Kim- cut this shit out! I *do* love you, you bitch. Now stop tryin' to piss me off."
I just drop the ring on the floor and walk away from him. He won't let me *leave* the room, so I just sit on the couch and put my headphones back on.
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Well that was… different.
She'd usually slap me. And I can understand her being mad. Hell she has the right to be. I hesitated and got the damn thing to begin with, but- she's acting like some little spoiled bitch and I can't *stand* when she acts like this.
I walk over and yank the radio away from her and throw it across the room.
"Would you fuckin' *listen* to me for a second, Kim? I'm sorry, okay? But if you'd fuckin' *listen*, I could explain why I-"
"I don't want your explanations," she states. "You either get it removed or we'll split custody."
"Gonna use my children against me again?" I practically snarl. GOD I hate her when she's like this.
"No," she says. "I'm just telling you there's no *way* I'm staying with you if you don't love me enough to have it removed."
"What? Blackmail? Bribery?! We back to that now?"
"God, YOU DON'T *GET* IT, DO YOU?!" She yells and stands up. "You don't fuckin' *get* it! You know much it *hurts* to see it? Huh? Do you know how much it fuckin' *hurts* me when we're having sex and I have to *read* that when I wanna touch you?"
I guess I hadn't thought about that.
"You want me to be your wife again and you can't even take *my* feelings into consideration? And what about Hailie and Lily? Our kids can *read*, Marshall. How do you think that makes me feel? That that's a message you wanna share with our *children*?"
"Kim, I'm *sorry*," I say. I guess I hadn't… I mean- I *had* but- "Okay? I'm sorry, but- do you know how much that'll hurt?"
"So I'm supposed to give birth to your *children* and deal with the fact that your stomach- what- is it supposed to be a reminder not to fuck you over? Well you hurt me just as much, Marshall. You can deal with a bit of pain for me?"
"But… I like it there."
Yeah. That wasn't the best thing to say. I don't blame her for shoving me out of the way and slamming our bedroom door on me and it's locked. Big shock there.
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.