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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*********"Today was a *good* day," I say as I flop onto the bed. We just finished watching The Matrix with Nate and Lily and Hai and Whit are around asleep.
He leaps onto the bed and clutches me. "Hold me," he demands.
"What?" I ask. "Why?"
"I don't *wanna* be thirty-one, Kim. Hold me."
"Aww, poor baby," I say and stroke his head. "Poor old baby."
"Hey! One year, Kim. One year and you'll be thirty and *then* you can tell me about bein' old."
"'Course by then you'll have dentures, so-"
"HEY!" He shouts and looks up at me and I cross my eye and stick out my tongue. "Sooo," he says and I feel his fingers slowly walking up my thigh. "What's the rest of my present?"
Horny bastard.
"Anything you want, Baby," I answer, a bit of lust tingeing my voice. "Although in all honestly, I really did try and shave my legs so I'd be all pretty and new for you, but I can't do it with the baby now so-"
"Then *I'll* do it," he stands and stands up.
"Where are you going?" I ask.
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"Where do you think? I'ma get some towels and razor and your shaving gel. OH and a little tub or something for the water."
"But… it's *your* birthday," she says. "*I* should do-"
"You *said* I could have anything I want and *I* want your legs to be shaved so they're all silky smooth when I fuck you."
"*So* romantic," she rolls her eyes and then mutters "*men*" as I run downstairs to get the sink pan. This'll do fine.
I run back upstairs and find her lying naked on the bed, having stripped in the time it took to run downstairs. *Shit*.
I head into the bathroom and fill the tub with warm water. I grab a few towels and new razor from her drawer as well as her shaving gel.
"Aiight," I tell her, placing the tub of water on a chair I move beside the bed. "Here, we're gonna put these under you, 'kay?"
"Okay," she nods and lifts her hips so I can put the towels underneath her naked form. *Shit*. I can't help but run my hands softly over her body starting at her shoulders, down over her breasts to her thighs and feet, but I pay *close* attention to her stomach and our baby.
I still- three kids later- can't get how amazing it is to know *my* *child* is growing inside her. I don't get how *any*one could ever *not* love their child as much as *I* love *my* kids.
"Aiight," I say. I take the washcloth and wet her leg a bit before squeezing the gel into my palm. Okay *this* is something we've never done before. *I* haven't done before.
I start at her thigh and lather all the way down. Her eyes are closed. "Kim? You didn't fall asleep on me, didja?"
"Uh uh," she shakes her head. "Just feelin' you," she answers.
"*I* think we should talk about that more," I smile as I take the razor and slowly move it down her leg and I hope she doesn't think I didn't notice the hitch in her breathing.
Okay. I can admit besides bathing her, this is probably the sexiest thing I've done to her.
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I try not to bite my lip as I feel the razor go down my leg again.
"What… do ya… wanna *talk* 'bout?" I ask, trying to keep my breath even. I don't know *why* this has me unbelievably turned on but it does.
"'Bout you feelin' me. Tell me… how ya like to feel me the most."
Oh.
He's in one of *those* moods.
"Position? Or the best time *ever*?"
"Both," he replies with another swipe of the razor. "Position first," he says as he cleans off my leg with the cloth.
"Um…" shit. I have *never* admitted this to him. I never intended on trusting him enough for this. It's funny we've done *so* much *to* each other yet I've never felt as close. We've never *been* this close, this intimate.
"C'mon," he says as he lifts my leg and sits Indian style underneath it before placing it on his shoulder. "Tell me," he requests softly.
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She's all flush and red with embarrassment. What? She can't tell me she likes gettin' it from behind or something?
"It can't be *that* bad," I comment as I lather the underside of her leg with the gel.
She closes her eyes for a moment before opening them and starting into mine. "My favorite position is when you straddle my shoulders and fuck my mouth."
Oh.
*Fuck*.
"Marsh?" She asks.
"I'm… sorry," I barely manage to say. "All the blood… rushed from my brain." And *then* I feel her big toe gently touch my lips. She's got cute ass toes. And ya know what *else* is cute? Her puss.
I can glance under her leg and see her puss waitin' patiently for me.
"That's-" shit. Still can't wrap my mind around *that* one.
"What about yours?" She asks. "Position, I mean."
Fuck. My favorite position?
"I love when you ridin' my hand and kissin' me when you come."
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*Fuck*.
My pussy is practically *aching* for him.
"I like that too," I say as he starts on the next leg. *Shit*. It's just- my entire body is tingling and I know why. This is such a nonsexual touch to me but just the fact that he's doing it? It's- the whole principle of sometimes when we're having sex, all he needs to do is rub my back or caress my calf and I'm instantly more turned on.
I call is the principle of nonsexual sexual touching.
"Okay. Best ever sex?" He asks and I try not to think too much about the fact that the razor is starting so close to my sex and I so desperately wish he'd tongue me or even *finger* me. Anything!
"Shit, Marshall, I don't know. I couldn't even chose."
"Yes you can, you *know* you can."
*Fuck*. This is another thing I don't wanna admit. I mean- we haven't even *talked* about *that* sex.
"That night," I whisper and his hands freeze.
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Shit. We've never even *talked* about *that* night.
My eyes fly up to hers. "*That* night?" I ask and she nods.
*Fuck*. The things we did to each other *that* night.
Hailie slept over at Betty's house the day we signed the divorce papers. I tol' her to come by the house and pick up the rest of her shit that afternoon but she had plans. So she rang the bell later that evening. Seven o'clock she rang the bell and she went up with a few bags to clear out the rest of her stuff.
I'm glad Hailie wasn't home that night.
We started arguing more viciously than any time before.
And *then* we tore into each other.
We attacked each other like wild animals. I literally ripped her clothes to shreds. She tore my boxers off and I yanked a bunch of her hair out too that night. She smacked me and scratched. I had bruises on my back for a week. I left some finger marks on her wrists and hips from where I held her as we fucked. We just- *nothing* was love about that.
That was the night when I loved her the least. I *hated* her that night and she, in turn, hated me too. We hated what we had become and that we had lied and that we couldn't make it work. I hated the sound of her voice and the feel of her puss around me, but I fucked her anyway.
Our love is as deep as our hate.
Or at least it *was*. I hope.
"I agree," I state. That night *was* probably the most erotic and intense night we've ever shared.
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"Shit." His hands keep moving and he's almost done and I'm ready to burst. I *really* need him to touch me.
"Not that I'm saying I want that again," I add because the hate I saw in his eyes that night, which probably matched my own, made me sick. *Still* makes me sick when I think about it, which I try not to.
But it was *the* most intense sex we've ever had.
"Absolutely not," he agrees as he uses the washcloth to rinse off my leg.
*Finally*!
"Marsh, need you *in* me," I request. Fuck this whole think is just- too intense.
"I'm not done," he grins.
"What? You shaved my legs, what else is-" *shit*.
"Spread your legs, Kim."
*FUCK*. I can't move but my body is on *fire* when *he* moves my legs apart.
He runs his knuckle down the length of me before slowly pushing one finger inside. My insides seize it and I try to close my legs on his hand but he stops me.
"You *said* I could have anything I wanted. Did you mean it?"
"Yessss," I hiss as he twists his finger to put pressure on the top of my channel. "Marsh," I whimper but he pulls his finger away and he stands up. "MARSHALL!"
"I'ma get new water. Relax, Babe."
"I *can't*." Shit. How can he *not* be incredibly fuckin' turned on?
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Fuck I tell *her* to relax when my poor dick is gonna fuckin' fall *off* if I'm not in her soon.
I should just fuck her but… I don't because shaving her pussy is just… incredibly hot.
We wouldn't have done this before. This is new. A trust, I guess is what it is. Intimacy? Maybe both?
As a guy, I don't really tend to think about these things, but I do know this is about way more than shaving my fiancée.
I walk back in with the new tub of water and her eyes are closed. HELL no! "Kim?" I ask. Fuck. How can she *sleep* at a time like this?!
"Mm huh?" She answers.
"Don't go to sleep," I tell her as I take my place between her legs. FUCK don't go to sleep.
"'Mnot," she mumbled. "Just trying to tell myself *not* to touch myself while you were gone."
"Oh. That's okay then."
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Fuck. His hand slowly covers my pussy with the shaving gel and yeah. Let's just pet your pussy, Kim, *that* won't fuckin' turn you on more. Although in all honestly, I already *am* turned. And I love how he's just… like it's not sexual even though both of us are extremely horny. But this going about this like he shaves himself every morning is… driving me *crazy*.
And when the razor touches me so gently and unexpectedly- FUCK. I'd beg but I know it's pointless; he's not gonna fuck me until he's satisfied.
"How hard are you?" I ask. I can tease *him* a bit at least, right?
"Ready to fall off. It'll literally burst open if anymore blood is sent to it."
I smile. I love how he describes things.
"Tell me about the first time you ever went down on me," I say. "What were you thinking?"
"I couldn't believe I was *doing* it," he says. "Hadn't really thought about puttin' my mouth anywhere *near* your coochie. Guess when I was sixteen, I couldn't really appreciate how fuckin' amazing every part of you is."
"Marsh?"
"Uh huh?"
"As soon as you're done, you're in me. No foreplay. I'm wet enough." FUCK I'm wet.
"No such animal, Kim," he grins. "You ain't neva wet enough."
"What can I say?" I ask innocently. "You turn me on."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah," I answer.
"When do I turn you the *most* on?" He asks with a grin.
"When you're with our kids. Like this afternoon when all three of you were sprawled out on the floor with the drawing kit- oh yeah, and when you jerk off for me. You're pretty hot then too."
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Okay. This is done.
I take the washcloth and clean her off. "Beautiful," I say and place a kiss on her puss.
"*Marsh*!" She yells, frustrated.
"*So* impatient," I say as I push my sweats down and *fuck* I'm so fuckin' sensitive it almost hurts when the fabric touches my dick.
"C'mon, Baby," she pleads and rolls over so she's layin' on her side propped up with pillows.
"Soon, soon," I say and take my place behind her. Fuck. *Every* bit of contact my dick has with anything *hurts*. We lift one of her legs and swing it back over my hips. I slide a hand down her silky smooth legs.
"MARSHALL!" She demands and pushes back against me which hurts my cock.
"KIM! IT HURTS!"
"Then shove it *in* me," she growls.
Damn bossy woman. "Fine," I reply and thrust right through her.
"SHIIIIT!" we both yelp.
"Move it, Marsh," she whimpers.
"Okay, okay," I say and begin pumping my hips. FUCK. "You always feel so good, Kim." Shit even now she feels so fuckin' amazing on me.
"Less talking, more fucking," she groans and so I do. I just let go and concentrate on feeling her around me, groaning and reacting beneath me. I can't help but reap the benefits of her being shaved and slide my hands down her legs and over her clean puss. She loves when I touch her like this. I slide my hand over her belly too, which is where I find *her* hand and we lock fingers.
"Squeeze me, Baby," I plead and Christ she does.
"Marshall, please," she begs.
I release her hand and my orgasm is *so* close. I manage to rub her clit before I'm just lost and I'm coming.
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Fuuuuuuuuuck.
He rests his head on the back of my shoulder and kisses me softly.
"Kim, I love you," he whispers. "And I am *so* glad we were able to get us back again."
"Me too," I sigh and pull one of his hands to my stomach. "I can't believe I ever imagined *not* wanting this again- wanting *you*."
And that's true. The thought of never making love to him again *terrifies* me now. I think of what it would be like to *never* feel his hands on me again, or his tongue in me and I get so sad, I think I might cry.
"We were different people then. We were kids."
"For the record?" I ask as I manage to flip myself over and face him, "I like this *way* better."
"Me too," he smiles and pulls me against him.
I'm suddenly so tired but I gotta smile. In another month and a half, we'll be husband and wife again.
For some reason, that doesn't scare me anymore.
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.