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 tuck Whitney into her crib, making sure she's covered with the blanket and an extra one on her feet. She's like Kim- her feet get cold really quick and there's a slight draft in this room.
"Shh." I slip the bink into her mouth and place Elly, her favorite stuffed elephant, next to her little hand. God- babies are amazing.
Then I sneak into Hailie's room and turn off the extra light near her bed before kissing her and pulling the covers up. "Night, Baby," I whisper and kiss her forehead.
Man. It was… an exhausting day, I guess. Plus, I'm a bit jet lagged.
I close the door behind me and Kim's already laying down with the covers pulled up over her tightly and the lights off. She thinks I won't push it, but I'm very *much* gonna push it.
I push my sweats down and throw my t-shirt on the floor in the corner. Fuck- I *hate* doin' laundry but I think I only got one pair of boxers left.
I slip under the covers and place my hand on her stomach. I kiss her neck softly and say, "I *know* you're awake, so stop playin'." But she don't say anything. "How many other times, Kim?"
"Marsh," she whispers softly.
"How many times?" I repeat.
"Let's not," she says, pushing her ass back against me. "Let's just-"
"How many times?" I repeat again, keeping my calm.
She sighs and is then quiet for a long time. But I'm not letting this go.
"Kim- how-"
"Just once. One other-"
"When?"
"Last time he visited wit' Whitney before I came back. So… October?"
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Marsh-" I slowly have turned her on her back and I turn the light on. "What are you-"
I pull her (aka my) t-shirt up and I was right. She's got a bruise. "Kim-"
"It's fine."
I place a gentle, wet kiss on the bruise and she moans softly.
"I'm sorry- for not telling you that I-"
"Not like I woulda answered the phone. Sorry I left the way I did."
"Old habits die hard," she shrugs and I put her shirt back down and turn the light off.
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He just holds me in his arms, lightly tracing circles on my stomach and ya know? Every night I was pregnant with Whitney- I would secretly wish she was his. I mean- Marsh is… the kindest, sweetest person you'll ever meet. He can be the hardest, cruelest as well. He can be vicious and horrid. But- when I was pregnant? Both times with our children- he was… he'd rub my back and massage my feet and- "RAIN!"
"What?"
"She called! I left a message, like five minutes before you showed up!"
"What?! Whad she say?"
"She said that- she'd had a hard day. She was upset and she called- some bitch at school told her that she was responsible for killing her mother-"
"Fuck- won't it stop? How fuckin' cruel can kids *be*?!" He *always* gets upset about kids being picked on. Marsh doesn't really publicize it too much, which he should, but he's involved with an urban youth program. It started off as some community service with his probation, but he's remained involved, even after completing the fifty hours. That wasn't too published either- neither were the exact terms of his probation.
"Anyway- she said she wanted to think about meeting. She's gonna have one of her guardians call us to make arrangements."
"Really? That's…"
"Yeah, I know." There really aren't words for it. It's just- surreal. After all this time…
And I relax into his arms for a few minutes. "Marsh?"
"What?"
"Did you- *mean* it? About Whitney? About adopting her?"
"Do you *honestly* want him in her life?"
"I thought… maybe he'd changed- or if he *saw* her- that she was happy and didn't need him, that he'd go away. But… I'm *sorry*, god- I was soo scared you'd- leave me- make me go… I mean… you saw him kissing me and-"
"Ya know what's funny?"
"What?"
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And this totally blows my mind, but- "I didn't even… *think* that. I mean- I saw- him- and I didn't even *once* think you was wit' him. I was just- scared. For you. Like- I saw the car in the driveway and I didn't even *go* there- that you was cheatin' on me or anything."
"Really?" She asks in disbelief. I *know*- weird to me too.
"Really. I just- that's gotta be *somethin'*, right?" I mean- hell yeah it is, since that's really one thing that definitely hasn't been rebuilt, if it was ever there to begin with. Trust. "But yeah- I meant it about adoptin' her, if you want that."
"I don't know…" she stumbles and stutters a bit. "I mean- I uh…"
"What?" I ask.
"It's just… then…"
"What?"
"It'd be weird."
"Huh? Why? She calls me Daddy and-"
"Marsh- then Hailie'd have a different last name from her sister. Whitney would be Mathers and Hailie'd be Scott and-"
"So we'll change Hai's name," I shrug.
"Yeah- and then-"
Oh. Right. Then *she'd* be Kim Scott and her kids would have *my* name.
"What if… you changed *your* name too? I mean- anyone can change their name legal. I could make Eminem my legal name if I wanted. What if you just- changed it back to Kim Mathers?"
"I just- don't know. I don't wanna rush things. I just… wanna sleep."
Nice dodge, but- "You don't wanna change your names unless we're married?" I question but it's not so much a question, but a statement of fact.
"I'm sorry," she mumbles as she doses off.
I guess she has a point.
But- hey- progress. If the ultimate goal is to trust each other enough to get married again- then tonight was a *huge* step toward that, huh?
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~~~~~~~~"Lily?" Marce knocks on my door. "Lily- it's eight o'clock- you gotta catch the bus in ten minutes! Are you up?!"
I groan and bury my head under my pillow. I never wanna go to school again.
"Lily?! C'mon! Just- tell me you're up!"
"I'm up!" I lie.
"Okay! Just come down for breakfast, okay?"
"Sure," I mumble and close my eyes again.
The next time I open them, I glance at the clock and it's ten. I'm surprised Marcie didn't come up and yell at me. I can't imagine what a pain in the ass this is to her and Rob. Not that I'm a bad kid, but- I'm sure they didn't wanna inherit a teenager.
I pull on some shorts and stumble downstairs to the kitchen. I'm thirsty.
Marcie's sitting at the table and Jess is sitting on the floor playing. "RAE-RAE!" She giggled.
"Hi, Jessie."
"Lily," Marcie says. "You just started school yesterday, don't you think it's best to *stay* in the routine? If you keep missing every other day-"
"I don't wanna go back, Marce. It's too hard."
"You can't stay here forever, Lil. Getting back into your routines will help you-"
"Forget my mother is dead?"
"No. I just- thought *think* that maybe you might benefit from seeing a grief counselor."
"A shrink?"
"Lily- you've… it's a difficult situation and it's not fair. But you barely eat, you sleep too much, your grades have slipped… your mom wouldn't have wanted that."
"I'm *not* GOing back to school!" I state firmly before storming upstairs.
I flop down onto my bed and that's where I am when she comes in. "Lily, what happened yesterday?"
"Nothing."
"Your principal called and said you took off and skipped classes yesterday afternoon. Tell me what happened?"
"Did I kill Mom?" I ask.
"What? No, Lily. Cancer killed your mother."
"But she told 'em to take the tube out because I *had* to ask her about my parents. She was *dying* and I was asking her about my birth parents."
"Lily- c'mere," she says and I sit up and she pulls me into her arms in a tight hug. "Baby- no. Your mom wanted you to know. She didn't want you to be scared. She wanted to tell you so much, but just… didn't know how to tear your world apart. She chicken out so many times, Honey. I'm *sure* she knew what she was doing, but she was your mother to the end. I *know* she wanted to make sure you weren't scared, Lily. And you shouldn't blame yourself. Blood or not, she was your mom and you *didn't* kill her."
"One of the girls at school- said I did."
"Oh, Lil…" I sob into her shoulder and she just holds me, rubbing my head as I clutch her. God, I miss Mom. She was always so good at this.
After a while, crying just… stops. I've cried too much. I wonder if there'll be a point when my body just won't cry again.
I pull away and she kisses my forehead. "Ya know what, Marcie? Jess is *really* lucky to have you for a mom."
"Thanks," she smiles.
"Thanks for… everything. You and Rob have been… I know it can't be easy."
"Your mom was an incredible person and a very close friend and no matter where you go, Lily, you'll always be part of our family."
"Thanks. Marcie? I don't wanna go back to that school. God- everyone was just… I hate that pity-look. Maybe I can transfer? Like- go the Academy?"
"That's… *really* expensive. Would you *really* wanna go to a private school like that?"
"I can't go back to the other one."
"Okay. We'll… look into it, but this late in the year, they probably don't accept new students. And I just don't know if we have the money."
"Take it out of my trust fund."
"Honey- it's… something like ten thousand bucks a *year* and you go and you make the commitment to go for the next four years."
"It's not like she didn't leave me the money-"
"But you can't get to that until you're eighteen."
"*Please*- let's just… look into it this week? Can we call and see if they have scholarships or something?"
"I'll go down and call now."
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++++++++Okay. I'm not *exactly* sure how she's gonna take this. But- Hailie and Whitney are over at my Betty's house and we're *alone* in the house.
And I got me an idea.
I just heard her come in downstairs and she'll be reading the note on the counter to come upstairs.
"MARSH?!" She yells up.
"YEAH! C'mon!"
I hear her coming up. "What's goin' on?" She asks as she opens the door. "What are you-"
"Do something sexy," I say. "You're on candid camera."
"Marsh-" she says, shocked and intrigued. "Someone got himself a new toy."
"Gonna play wit' me?"
"We can't… tape it."
"Why not?" I shrug. "Need somethin' for the Internet freaks to download."
"Not funny," she says, throwing her purse on the floor."C'mon, Kim. We've… experienced a lot but we don't got proof of it."
"Proof? We need proof?"
"C'mon. I wanna do this." I keep the camera pointed at her as she steps out of her sandals and I *love* that skirt on her. "Do it wit' me."
"You'd be hard pressed to do it all by yourself, wouldncha?"
"C'mon," I whimper. "Please?"
She pulls her hair tie out and lets it down from the ponytail. Her hair's gotten longer in the past few months because she's letting it grow out a bit.
Then, her eyes fall on me and *oh* *yeah*, lust written all over 'em. She stalks over to the bed and I catch her crawling up to me and I aim the camera at her. Her tits are practically falling out of her tank top as she straddles me. Oh yeah- and did I mention I'm naked?
She takes the camera from me and turns the little preview window around so she can see what she's getting. "Side of Marshall Mathers no one's seen before, take one," she says. "Action."
And then she moves her lips to mine for a slow, sensuous kiss. Ohshit. She's making a show out of it- pushing her tongue into my mouth. I slip my hands under her ass as I slowly bunch her skirt in my hands and *shit*. She don't have no underwear on.
Shit, I'm so fuckin' hard right now.
I slip my hands under her thighs and squeeze them tightly as she grinds against me. Fuck, she's amazing. I can't believe there was a time when I didn't get to fuck her.
"Ya know," she says, making a show of kissing my neck for the camera. "I missed you when we weren't together."
"Oh yeah?" I slide my hands under her tank top and unsnap her bra. Oh yeah- years of practice, Baby. "I missed you too."
"No, no," she says and leans back. I watch her move the camera to my face. "I missed your lips," down my arms, "and your hands. But most of all… I missed not feeling you inside me." She moves it down to my dick and strokes me, filming all the while. Shit- I didn't think she'd do *this*.
"Really?"
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I smile when he nearly chokes on the word.
"Oh yeah. Missed how perfectly you fit when you're deep inside and I'm stretching around you."
Shit- I am so horny. I'm practically foaming at the lips, but he's worse. And I'm getting it on film too. His cock jumps at my every word as I stroke him.
"Nobody can fill me the way you do." Oh yeah- strokin' the cock and stroke the ego too. But it's true and he *knows* it. I am one hundred percent sure that there was no way on Earth we'd lived without feeling each other at least once in our lives. It was destined to be, *I* think.
"Show me, Marsh," I say, sliding down his legs a bit. "Show me how you like me to touch you."
And shit, he does. His hands wrap around his dick and he's so lost in it. I smile. "Nobody ever made me hurt in all the right places… made me aware of how our bodies join like you do."
"KimKimKimpleaseshitKim-" I *love* when I reduce him to this. A pile of putty.
I am *so* wet. I want him soo bad. And it's true- no one *has* managed to fill me and make me feel the way he does. Maybe it's because I just never loved anyone else? I don't know.
But after the divorce was final and before I hooked up with Eric, we were *trying* to tear each other apart- I slept with quite a few people. So did he. And we made sure we *knew* it. He'd call from the road and be sure to kiss his toy near the phone before asking for Hailie. And I was bad too. I'd leave him messages when he had Hailie and I'd tell him I had a date with so and so and I was gonna be out all night. I think I even got drunk one night and left him a message in the middle of sex.
However, in the end… *none* of them made me feel the way he does. No one fit right. No one went as deep. No one knew how. No one knew that I *love* to be kissed on my collarbone and they didn't know that I *love* being touched on my outer right thigh while making love. Only Marshall knows those things because he's the one that discovered them.
"And that morning," I continue, recording his face as much as his hands on his erection, because he's so beautiful when he's this close to coming. "When we woke up and I didn't remember being with anyone… I secretly hoped it was you."
"Me too," he whimpers.
"And it was. And I'm *so* glad we made love again that morning so I could remember how amazing we feel together… so I could welcome you home again."
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"Bring me home again, Kim," I request. Otherwise I'ma spew all over her and get cum stains on her new skirt. Shit- as much as I don't wanna take my hands off my dick- I take the camera from her and record as she pulls her tank top off to expose her hardening nipples. "C'mere, Baby."
She just smiled sexily and drops her skirt to the floor before crawling toward me again. Fuck. This was a really fuckin' great idea.
I dive for her chest and record me sucking on and kissing her tits until she starts to pant uncontrollably and she's grinding against my cock.
Okay- a little payback, Baby.
I roll us over and kneel between her thighs. "Okay, show me your pink parts."
"Marsh," she whines.
"C'mon. Spread 'em and let's see how wet you are- see those pretty glistening lips of yours."
"Shit- you're terrible," she groans as her fingers spread her labia to reveal the distended clit and beginning of a drip that'll come from inside.
"See?" I say, before stroking her clit with my knuckle. "Not so bad, huh?"
"Marshall!" She whines again and throws me a pout.
"Fine." I run my knuckle down the length of her opening before pressing two fingers inside her. She arches into my hand and squeezes my fingers. "See- had I thought you'd do this- I'd have a dildo ready to go so we could *really* get you going."
"Already *am* going, Marsh- c'mon…"
"Okay, okay," I laugh a bit and yelp when she scratches down my back. Shit. "No fair." She *knows* what that does to me. I *love* women touching my back.
I hop off the bed and she didn't really say anything about the camera stand. Heh heh. I click the camera into place at the end of the bed. I'm hoping it'll get me thrusting into her and we can watch me disappear inside and see how much really *does* leak out of her.
Nice show when I turn around though. She's got her fingers busy thrusting inside her.
"C'mon," she whimpers as I crawl up her body.
"Open wide, Kim," I tell her and push her thighs apart before driving myself into her.
"MARSH!" She grins and pulls my mouth to hers. Fuck. This ain't gonna last long, I don't think.
"C'mon, give a good show," I coax her as I pump my hips into her. She nods a bit and raises her hips to meet my thrusts.
I kiss her again and she scratches down my back, hard. Shit. Fine, bitch- wanna be that way- I nip her collarbone and she yelps. HA! She keeps her hands on my lower back and pulls me against her.
"Tell me what you need, Baby," I tell her.
She grins and slides herself down further on the bed, changing the angle I'm entering her. It's tighter and shit. "That- *hard*," she orders and that's fine. I drive myself into her again and I *love* she engulfs me. Other girls- they're too small and can't grasp my dick. But Kim- I sink in and she just sucks me deeper. I *love* that feeling of plunging into the deep end.
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Fuck I dig my nails into his back as his hips drive into me ruthlessly. Fuck- I love him.
"Love you, Marsh- shit- love you so much."
"Yeah," he grunts. "Now *come* already," he growls and I don't know why- but I *do*.
Fuck. He spurts inside me and I *feel* it- feel it spilling from his dick, into me and my body just drinks it like a thirsty whore.
Fine. I'm Marshall's bitch- whatever. I'll say it proudly.
"Shit," I laugh a bit as he falls on top of me. "Think it's a good show?" He asks.
"Let's watch!" Shit. I know what *he* looks like having sex with me, but I've never seen *myself* having sex with *him*.
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~~~~~~~~Marcie did call, like she said she would. She called this morning and they're sending some information. Only in extreme cases do they accept new students this close to the end of the year, but they said we could plead our case. But- tuition went up. It's like- *the* most expensive school in the state but they've got all kinds of extra programs and trips and technology that public schools don't have. But tuition per year is $11,295 and that assumes I stay living here. So we're gonna look into breaking into my trust fund early.
I just- gotta trust my guts and they're telling me this is the place for me. I mean- I'm top 3% of my class. Not last semester, but Mom was sick. I just- I wanna cure cancer.
And the *other* trusting my instincts is coming in now.
"It's ringing," she says.
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Wow. "That was… amazing, Marsh," I say, curling up next to him. Shit. I'm gonna have to shower pretty soon to go pick the girls up- but… we've had a *very* pleasant four hours. And we *do* look amazing.
<Ring. Ring.>
"Fuck." He reaches over me and grabs the phone. "'Lo?"
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"Is this Marshall?"
"Yeah- who's this?"
"Marcie Davidson, Rayne's guardian."
"OH! Is she okay?" I sit up quickly and mouth to Kim that it's about Rayne. She jumps out of bed and I hear her pick up on another phone.
"Yeah, yes. She's fine. She just- asked me to call… to make plans for a meeting."
I hear Kim gasp and- god- we're actually gonna *meet* her?
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.