Rain
WARNING: CONTAINS SEXUALLY EXPLICIT CONTENT
Title : Rain
Pairing: Eminem/Kim
THE LIST OF PEEPS I LOVE: Diamond, Vibe, Jenn, Emily, Sarah, Casey, Ana, Maggie, Maria, Manda, April, Shan, Taz, Sammie, steph, dani, Christine and ryan. If I left you out, YELL at me. I wanna make sure we give props to EVERYONE who loves on me.
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++++++++He is… *the* most amazing- I can't believe I thought I wouldn't want more children because this is just- unreal.
"How is he?" She asks, coming in and laying down on the other side of him on our bed.
"Perfect."
"He's sleeping," she notes.
"That's *why* he's perfect," I smirk.
"He got your eyes, Baby."
"And your nose."
"Your cheekbones."
"And he's got a big dick like his daddy."
"*Marsh*all!"
"C'mon, you've seen it."
"Yeah, which one?"
"Hey!"
You should *never* insult your guy's dick, especially when he hasn't been *using* it.
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I just roll my eyes at him. He's such a pig. A male *pig*.
I look at him for another minute. I'm glad he's sleeping. He's a demanding baby, like his father. Whit was relatively quiet. Hailie had a temper, but her tantrums were still pretty quiet. But when *this* kid is unhappy, *China* hears and he is up *every* hour on the hour.
I want a full night's sleep.
I want one full hour to go by without him demanding my tits.
I want a *break*. I want one *second* to go by where I can just- be with my husband.
"You look tired," he says and caresses my cheek and that's nice. I cover his hand with mine.
"I *am*," I whisper.
"Okay. Go use the pump to fill up a few bottles and then go down to the studio and crash on the couch."
"What? Are you- what about Whitney and-"
"I'll pack 'em both up and take 'em wit' me to get Hai from school."
"That's silly to carry 'em both to-"
"Then I'll rope Shaun into comin' wit' me and he can sit in the car. Now *go*. You officially have the afternoon off, just fill up a few bottles and leave 'em in the fridge."
"Okay. Thank you-" I say. I'm certainly not gonna argue with him when he sounds so sure.
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Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god.
He's-
"Hey," he smiles and sits down. NEXT TO ME.
Did I mention he sat down NEXT TO ME?!
"Hi!" I squeak. Oh my god! I *squeak*ed! Why did I *squeak*?! Did I just squeak?!
"You're um… Lily, right?" I nod. I can't find words. He is *sooooo* fucking *cute*. "I'm Josh," he says. Ohgod. He's gonna expect me to *say* something now, huh?
"Yeah."
Oh *smart*, Lily. *Mo*ron!
"Scuse me?"
"Huh?"
"I'm a moron?"
"Ohgod. No." Fuck. "No. I-" there I am, SQUEAKing again! "I have to-" Be swallowed alive by some gigantic monster that will materialize in the bathroom if I'm lucky.
That's *if* Mr. Johnson will let me go. And that's assuming that I get up and walk over there without tripping and *really* solidifying the greatest first impression *ever*.
"Wait!" He reaches out and *grabs* my *arm*.
Let's look at this again: he *grabs* my *arm*. He *has* my *arm* right now.
"Don't- I just- I've been…" He stands up and stands *so* close to me to whisper, "Trying to sit next to you for two weeks. This is just- the first time I got here before someone *else* got here. Sit?"
Oh god. I just smile and nod like a big *retard*.
I am *going* to die, especially since for the rest of class, I just sit here like a big dumb *idiot*! What's *wrong* with me? Oh yeah- maybe it's the brutally *hot* guy sitting next to me because he's been *trying* to sit next to me for *two* *weeks* and he *grabbed* my *arm*.
The bell rings and I feel his eyes on me. FUCK. I am a *total* spaz!
"No you're not."
Ohgod. "I said that out loud too, didn't I?"
"Unfortunately," he smiles and ohgod, he's *soo* cute.
"Am I still here?" I ask, not looking at him.
"Yeah, why?"
"I was hoping to become invisible in the next couple seconds, so just keep me posted."
He just laughs. Oh god. He laughs! My heart skips a beat.
Shit. "Can we just-" I stand up and actually *look* into his eyes. Ohgod. "Start over?"
"*Sure*. I'm Josh," he says, offering his hand to me.
"Lily," I say and we shake hands and he has *nice* hands. " I occasionally get nervous with new people."
"Me too," he smirks. "Especially with-" he looks away.
"What?"
"Intimidating girls."
"Intimidating? I'm intimidating?" Since when did I become intimidating?
"Well… I got here two weeks ago and-" he glances behind him to his friends out in the hallway watching. "They all told me I didn't stand a chance with you."
"With *me*?" I squeak again. I don't *get* it. I'm not popular. I'm not even well *known*. I'm just… I'm just *me*. Hell, I'm not even *pretty*! Am I? "*Why*?"
He smiles softly. "Rumor has it that you're the highest GPA in the class. Untouchable."
"I'm touchable!" I protest and god, that came out *all* wrong. Can you *tell* I've never had a guy interested? Oh god- what if he's not interested? This is *way* too much pressure. "Forget I said that. I gotta go."
"Lily!" There goes the arm again. Shit. "I was- I'd… are you going? Tonight?"
"To*night*?" SQUEAKing again.
"To the Valentine's Dance?" Ohgod. I nod. "Do you… did someone already- I mean… do you- would you-"
"*Yes*," I say softly.
"Really?" He squeaks.
"Yeah. I'd- love to."
"*Really*?" He squeaks again.
"Yes. We could… meet somewhere or-"
"There's this one fountain in the middle of the campus park, near the-"
"Red rose bush with the lilies of the valley around it?"
"You know it?"
"It… I go there a lot- when I need to-"
"Think," he finishes my sentence. "Me too."
OHMYGOD! THIS IS FUCKIN' *PERFECT*!
"So… eight?" I ask.
"See you tonight," he says and we part ways in the hallway.
OH my god. I think I just got a date with the hot new kid!
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*WOW*!
It's *amazing* what five hours of sleep will do for you!
And a *shower*! A *shower*! I took a *hot* shower! For THIRTY MINUTES!
Marsh left a note saying he and Shaun would keep the kids away until bedtime. I still have three hours to do whatever I want!
This was *so* nice of him to-
WOAH. *Shit*. I take a step backwards and look again. Oh my god. I can't be*lieve* I forgot this. *Fuck*. I don't- how could I for*get* Valentine's Day? I don't even remember doing the cards with Hailie for her class, *did* I? Am I *that* tired? Or did Marsh just take care of it?
Ohgod. I'm a *terrible* wife! Here he is- gives me practically the entire *day* to relax and be alone and get some sleep and I completely forgot about it!
I'm going to Hell!
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++++++++"Buuuut," she protests meekly. She's practically sleeping after lecturing me on not spending Valentine's Day with her mother, but… Kim needed that time to herself more than she needed *me*.
I could *see* it in her eyes. She was *so* tired.
"Sleep," I say softly and kiss her forehead. She's out.
I close the door and head out. "Janet, are you *sure*?"
"Yeah," she says.
"He's up *every* hour."
"I *got* it, Marshall. I have had children. The formula is more than enough."
"I *really* appreciate this," I say, kissing Cody's forehead. "Bye, Baby. I'll be back in the morning. First thing," I tell her. "I swear. I'll call and come get 'em."
"Not like *I'm* doing anything tonight."
"Thanks again!" I say and I can't believe I'm *leaving* him. He's like… six weeks old, but I *swear* I'll be here the crack of dawn, maybe sooner.
I just… Kim *really* needs the rest.
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Ohgod. He's in a *tux*. A *tux*! Oh god.
"Hi, " I say softly and he stands up.
"*Wow*! You look- *wow*," he says again. I bought a red crushed velvet dress just for tonight. It's pretty modest but I really liked it. "*Wow*."
"Josh, can I- why *me*?" I ask him.
"I could do the suave, 'you're beautiful, intelligent, funny, charismatic' thing. I could do the 'you're the only girl I noticed in the class' thing too, but those are lame. True, but-"
"Then why? What else?"
"I uh…" he looks down, away from me. "I kinda heard-" Oh god. If this is because a few kids found about Dad, I'll *die*. "Heard that you um… lost your mom. To cancer. And I… figured we'd have something in common."
Oh god. "You lost your mom too?" He nods. "How long ago?"
"A year ago, little more than a year. It was on Thanksgiving."
"Mine was on my birthday."
"Oh god," he says. "I didn't do the pity-eye thing, did I? Just now?"
"No," I smile. "So um… ready to party like it's 1999?"
"Isn't it 2005?"
"Whatever. Technicality that *I* choose to ignore," I say and he offers his arm to me. Oh god. My first *date*.
And on Valentine's Day too. How romantic!
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++++++++Wow. All the lights are off. It's like… not even nine yet. She's probably sleeping.
That's okaaaay. I mean… I wonder if she even *remembers*. But- it's- I *told* her I'd be patient. I was hoping for at least… I don't know. Could she *touch* it? But… she is *so* exhausted. Cody wakes us up more than Hai and Whitney did. And Lily practically slept the through the night those two nights we had her.
On the fridge, there's a note: Thanks, Marsh. Love me. Night.
Yeah. That's… well, it's okay. It's Valentine's Day and if all I can give her is a night of real sleep, then I'll go up and watch her sleep until *I* fall asleep and that'll be good enough for-
Oh my god.
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I smile at him when he opens the door. "Would you… care to dance? With your bride?" I ask.
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Ohgod. She's got on her wedding gown and candles going and… Aerosmith- our first dance as a married couple.
"Kim- this is-"
"*Thank* you, Marsh. For today. It meant *so* much," she says, holding her arms out for me. I take her in my arms as we sway to the music. "I wanna…" she starts, but stops.
"What?"
"I wanna make love, Marsh."
Ohfuck. I officially have *no* blood left in my brain. "Huh?"
"Wanna *be* with you," she whispers and kisses my neck softly as she tightens her arms around me.
Shiiiiiiiiiiiit. "Kim, are you… sure? I mean… you're feeling-"
"I'm feeling a*wake*" lingering kiss to my neck " re*lax*ed" kiss to my cheek "and sexy," wet tongue over my lip.
"Are you- you should… rest," I say and I don't know why. My dick would beat me senseless if it could right now. *I* wanna beat me senseless right now.
"I *did*," she says, workin' her hands under my shirt. Fuuuuuck. This is the first time she's touched me sexually since Cody was born.
"Sure?" I give her one last out.
"Absolutely," she answers. "But you should go in, take a nice hot shower because there's more surprise left."
*Fuck*.
More? Besides just having sex? Because really, that's all I need right now.
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*********Shit. "Marsh?" I ask, opening the bathroom door.
"What?"
"I can't get the zipper. Can you?"
"Yeah," he answers and opens the glass door. *Damn*.
I lick my lips. I haven't thought about him in a sexy way for like… two months. Shit. Him, wet, naked in steamy shower stall is enough to make the naughty parts tingle.
"Where are the kids? In bed?"
"No, they're with Lily's friend's mother, near the old house. Janet Watson. 'Member? Mary and Mandi's mother?" He asks, unzipping my dress for me.
"Oh? For how-" Shit. His hot wet fingers gently glide down my back. "Long?"
"The entire night," he responds before I feel his breath on the back of my neck and then his lips lightly brush the skin between my shoulder blades.
"But… what about… Cody and…" God. I inhale deeply and my eyes roll back. I forgot about that tongue.
"She has the formula," he responds with another sweep of that tongue.
"He's up all night an-"
"I told her," tongue up from my lower back to my neck. Fuck. "But Bill is out of town. *So* I told her when he gets back, we'll take Mandi for a weekend."
Oh my god. Marsh is the most amazing husband *ever*.
Plus, he's got that tongue.
"Okay, thanks," I say and barely hold myself together enough to hold the dress to me as I step away.
"Where you goin'?"
"I gotta- so they don't leak during- I'ma go use the pump."
"Oh. Okay. I'll be another ten."
I nod and walk out.
Shit.
I've been… I *was* a little nervous about this. Nervous that maybe he didn't find me attractive any more or- I've still got another fifteen pounds to lose. But after the way he was touching me in there- I don't think I have *any*thing to worry about.
Perfect.
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++++++++I towel off and my dick is *so* hard it *hurts* just dryin' it off. It *hurts*.
It's been *way* too long and for the past fifteen minutes, all I been able to thin about is how fuckin' nice it'll be to bury myself in her again and *fuck*.
See? Pain.
I have pain.
Of course, I open the bathroom to find Kim laying seductively in our bed with candles all over and this gorgeous blue satin-lacey teddy on and *fuck*.
*Pain*.
"Kim, you're-" Shit. "Shit, you're-"
"Waiting for my husband," she says, raking her nails gently over her chest.
Shiiiiiiiit.
Yes. We definitely have to thank Mrs. Watson, otherwise we'd have about twenty minutes before Cody'd be crying.
I practically leap onto the bed and greedily grab her.
"Marsh!" She protests as I pull her against me quickly. I'm half laying on her with my knee between hers and my cock resting against her thigh.
"Kim, it's been a hundred and sixteen days."
"You counted?"
"It's about that many. I can *not* wait another five minutes."
"But it's-" I start pawing at her again. "Marsh, it's Valentine's Day, Baby, plus it's supposed to be our honeymoon!"
Fuck. "Kim- A HUNDRED AND SIXTEEN *DAYS*! We'll go slow *next* time, but I *need* this."
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Fuck. I need it too but shit. His hand starts at my knee and slides up my thigh and I'm panting and grabbing his wrist to still it.
"Marsh- the lube," I say. "On the- in the drawer."
"No," he replies and draws a circle on the inside of my thigh with his thumb. "Not gonna need it."
"But- I may be dry- hormones and all."
"Then I'll just have to make you come first, huh?"
Oh fuck.
"Lay back, Baby," he whispers.
I slide my hands up his arms, over those biceps to his chest and shoulders and pull his mouth to mine. "Kiss me," I say and he does.
Oh shit he does. We haven't tongue-kissed since the wedding, I think.
His tongue sweeps into my mouth and I think I can actually *taste* how much he wants me- how much he *loves* me and needs me.
Shit. I whimper and release his wrist, instead choosing to hold his forearms for dear life as he fucks my mouth with that tongue until we're both breathless and I am *so* turned on, I can't even think straight.
He pulls away and he's breathing heavily. "God, I want you so bad, Kim."
"Me too," I say. "I- shit, I need you so much." And I pull him for another hungry kiss.
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"Lay back," I say. As much as I just wanna slam inside her, she's right. The hormones aren't all normal and she could be a bit dry to just go pounding away and I don't wanna hurt her because then she won't wanna do it *again*.
And it's not like it's *torture* to eat her out because she's beautiful and tastes like sweettarts.
And I *like* candy.
Plus I'm a guy so I *really* like this satiny thing here. I kiss my way down between her breasts and to her stomach. "So beautiful, Kim. This is- soo perfect."
"After my nap this afternoon, I felt… not so tired, so I thought we could steal an hour, buUUUUt-" she moans when I start pushing the teddy up her thighs.
"Wanna juuuuuhhhhh-"
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"You like?" I ask, spreading my legs further and arching my hips a bit for him. "Baby?"
I sit up and pull his mouth to mine to kiss him out of shock.
"When did you-"
"After I woke up from my nap. Went for a wax."
"Holy *shit*, Kim. Lemme look again."
He pushes me back on the bed as he kneels between my knees and sits back to look at me. "You liiiiihhhhhhh-"
FUCK.
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Oh yeah. I run my knuckle up her pussy and *fuck*. It's so smooth. It's like- baby smooth- soft too. Fuck. Completely bare and this turns me the fuck *on*.
I push her knees further apart and lick her. "MARSHALL!" She screams. *OH* yeah.
I take my time to just… lick her, not even moving my tongue inside any. Her hands grab my head and slide down to my neck. "Marsh! Please! God, please, touch me."
Fuck I love begging. I *love* having my woman *begging* for me.
Okay. Shit. I run my tongue over her skin again and it's *sooo* *smooth*. It is *so* sexy.
I take her hands and lead them to her pussy. She takes the hint and spreads her lips for me.
Gorgeous- nice and pink.
I place *my* hands on her thighs because I *know* she likes me touching her in the non-sex places too and I want… I *know* she was nervous about this- she was after Hailie too. Nervous that I wouldn't find her sexy or arousing and I *really* *really* do.
"C'mon!" She whimpers so I shut her up by licking her pretty pink parts.
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OHFUCK.
Oh my god.
His *tongue*. God, his tongue. I want to worship that tongue. Fast with words and *wonderful* to me. His tongue has given us *soo* much.
"Uh, please, Baby, fuck-" *shit*. I pull myself open wider for him. "Please- push it in me."
"What?" he asks.
"YOUR TONGUE ASSHOLE!" I growl at him. "*FUCK* ME WITH IT!"
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HOLY. SHIT.
I almost just came.
But I am *not* going to argue with her on this one so I steel my tongue and thrust it inside her and she *wails*. HOLY SHIT.
She's getting *soo* wet which is exactly what I want.
She bucks her hips up into me and *shiiit*. I don't even *recognize* the sounds coming from her right now; I've never heard them before but I *like* 'em.
"Ohgod, don't stop, Marsh, please don't stop! God, don't stop."
Well, Kim… tongues were *not* meant for this purpose, no matter *what* you believe about *mine*. So I push two fingers into her and finger her while I lick her clit.
"OhgodohgodohgodMarssssh! OhgodyesMARSSSSSSHAAAAALLLLLL!!" She screams and bucks up into my hand and *fuck*, I feel her coming around my fingers and she's all sloshy inside now. That's it, Baby. Wetter you get, better it'll be, so just keep comin'.
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Ohgodohgodohgodohgod!
Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.
Shit.
Yes. FUCK.
I- *shit* that was- *is* FUCK.
FUCK.
"Marshall! *Now*. Fuck. Be in me *now*."
He sweeps up my body and is kissing me even as his fingers are still pumping inside me. SHIT.
"Please," I say before another wet kiss. "Marsh!"
"Kim- are you- you're not on birth control, are you?"
"Huh?"
"You can get pregnant, if- I don't have a condom."
"I don't care," I say and pull him toward me. "I need you in me."
Fuck. I hadn't even thought about the baby thing- but I don't fucking care. I just need him.
"Get this off," he says, yanking the teddy up over my head and then he's crushing his body to mine and his skin feels so fucking good against mine. Shit. It's been too long since I've known his body like this.
And okay- I *was* right. It *is* better when it's been a while.
I reach down and stroke his cock before leading it to my entrance and pushing the head inside and shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit.
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Aw shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit.
"Kiiiiiiimmmm," I groan as she pulls my hips toward her. Fuuuuuuck. "Yes, Kim- squeeze me, Baby." I feel her muscles tighten around me and fuck. "Like that."
"Move, Marsh. *Fuck* me."
So okay. We're over the 'making love' and 'going slow' are we? That suits me just fine.
I pull out and slam back inside her and she screams and bites my shoulder, which makes me slam into her harder. "SHITBABYYES!" She yells in my ear and I feel her nails digging into my sides.
"Fuck, Kim, soo hot. Fuck, Baby, you make *me* wet."
She laughs and that just turns me on more because it's *sooo* sexy and sultry the way she does it- laughs that is- fucks me, whatever. Same thing right now.
She wraps her legs around my hips and locks her legs around me.
"Ohgod, Marsh, deeper, faster, harder-"
"All three then?" I grunt.
"Uh huh."
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Fuck.
I'm just on sensory overload here. All I feel is Marshall: in me, on me, around me, over me.
"Come inside me," I whisper.
"Kiiim," he warns but I don't care. *Let* me get pregnant again.
"I don't fucking care," I say. "*Come* in*side* me."
And he *does*. Um… did *I* do that?
Do I have that much control over him? I just say the word and he comes?
Now *that* is a cool super power!
But I can't really dwell on it because he's still thrusting into me and he's angled it so he's rubbing my clit every time and *then* I feel him rubbing my thighs *soo* gently and I'm coming too.
Ohshit.
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See? It was the thigh thing!
Fuck.
"Kim, that was… woah."
I move to roll off her but she grabs my arms. "No, stay in me."
"The blood kinda decides otherwise."
"Yeah, but for as long as you can. And then we'll give you ten minutes and I'll suck you hard again."
Oh fuck. Did my dick just stir again?
"Happy Valentine's Day, Wife."
"Happy Valentine's Day, Husband," she says and flips us over. "Now it's my turn to make *you* scream."
Shit. I can hardly wait.
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~~~~~~~~"Sooo… I've been living with *them* now."
"And how is that?"
I shrug. "It's… nice. Good. Working out. I mean… I love them and sometimes, I feel like I've got this real family with sisters and a new brother and then other times, it's like… I don't think I really…"
"Belong there?" He finishes my sentence and I look over at him and smile, "Exactly."
God. He's just- tonight has been AMAZING!
*He's* amazing!
He *so* gets me. We left the dance an hour early and we've just been sitting outside my room on the floor for like four hours now, just talking.
"I think it's just- it still feels… unfinished. I guess- my mind is always trying to figure out if I was given to my adoptive mom because *she* needed *me* or because *I* needed *her*. Like… was I meant to be with them all along? But she needed love in her life?"
"That's more philosophical than I like my first dates," he smirks. "Not that I- I mean- implying this was a- is a-"
And before I know it, I've actually placed my lips over his.
Let's repeat that: I've *placed* my *lips* on *his*.
And I kiss him softly. *Soo* gently. No tongue or anything. GOD I'm not ready for *that*.
But… it's… *nice*.
I pull away and smile. "It *was* a nice first date."
"And the second?"
"We'll see," I say.
"I should probably… get back to my room."
"Yeah. I should-" He jumps up and offers his hand to help me up. "Thanks."
"You're welcome. And Lily?"
"Yeah?"
"I didn't just- I didn't hear about your mom until after I'd told the guys I was interested, so it's not like- I mean… I didn't just-"
"I know," I smile. Not the pity thing. I think he's had about enough pity too. "Night." And then I slip inside my room and OMG! I just- we just- OMG.
I *have* to tell Mom!
I guess I just… have to figure out which one.
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.