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Today was your birthday. The first birthday of yours that you got to share with Russell as a married couple.
It was rare for him to be able to celebrate either his or your birthday and you both always tried to make up for it when he got back from deployment. Countless date nights, family gatherings and many more occasions that he was absent for. It hurt for sure but you understood he had his commitments and you had yours too, always sticking to your cover story when your family asked where he was. Sometimes, even you didn’t know, wondering when he’d come home, if he was safe, eating well, looking after himself. He’d give you the occasional call though he opted sometimes not to even if he had the chance because he didn’t want his emotions to get in the way.
Yes, that man could feel. No matter how stoic he remained on the battlefield, behind closed doors, he let himself be vulnerable with you and you only. He’d wonder why you were with a guy like him, why you said yes when he’d proposed to you over a quiet, candlelit dinner with a band playing some slow romantic songs. He’d wonder why you always waited for him and didn’t move on when he was away for months and a part of him was scared he’d lose you because of it. But you reminded him time and time again that nothing could stop you from loving him because you were destined to be together. The light in each other’s lives no matter how dark it got sometimes.
He’d known you for a few years and it took a very long time to reach this point in your relationship but you wouldn’t change it for anything. What you had with him was special from day one, when you bumped into him on the way to a meeting with Hudson, spilling coffee on his shirt. He look displeased or at least you thought - you could never tell with his eyes forever hidden behind those cola shades of his, offering to carry your files for you and help you navigate your way through CIA HQ on your first day. Just a clumsy, rookie agent who he eventually took under his wing and had a soft spot for, no matter how much he denied it.
Every other week you’d get a backhanded compliment, a pat on your shoulder, an offer to help with anything and he’d get you something from the vending machine and ask you to catch it, making a silly remark when you didn’t catch it the first time before walking back to his own office. His own weird way of saying thank you or i’m proud of you.
It had only been a few months since you’d been married. It was a cute, little, private wedding with only a select few people you’d kept close over the years and some family members. Russell hadn’t invited any family of course nor his colleagues, simply not trusting anybody. The less people know, the better. He knew the consequences of this sort of thing in his line of work and he knew he wouldn’t be able to cope if he put you in any danger whatsoever.
After your wedding ceremony, that night, you got intimate. Both of you couldn’t wait any longer, needing each other, engulfing each other with desperation. He took it slow as it was your first time - he respected your wishes of staying celibate before marriage. Russell said he’d be back for your birthday this year but it was now the day before. No phone call. Nothing.
Russell got back late last night and you were fast asleep. He slipped in underneath the covers, spooning you and drifted off completely unbeknownst to you as you were out of it from a hard day’s work.
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You opened your eyes, squinting as the sunlight shone through the gap in the curtains in your bedroom. Eyelids heavy and eyes stinging. Your eyes flicked to the alarm clock showing 9:43am. A familiar smell of nicotine and aftershave mixed with a cologne that had faded slightly, likely applied the day before, invaded your nostrils. You felt the weight and warmth of an arm draped over your side and felt hot air tickle the back of your neck rhythmically. You looked over to the bedside table, seeing brown-tinted sunglasses with a golden frame sitting there as well as duffel bags and a suitcase perched in the corner when it suddenly dawned on you that your husband was indeed home and laying beside you on the morning of your birthday.
“Russ?!” You flipped around and rubbed your eyes to make sure he was really there.
“Russ! You’re back?” You littered his face with eager kisses, grabbing his face tightly and tilting your head quickly at every angle, trying to kiss every inch of his tired face, like a bird attacking bits of bread on the floor.
“Yes. peck Sweetheart. peck I’m. peck Back.” He chuckled lightly, “Good morning to you, too” He cupped your face, pulling you away.
“Lemme get a good look at you, honey.” A soft smile crept onto his lips as he stared into your eyes, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear, stroking your cold cheeks with his warm thumbs.
“God, I missed this.” He sighed heavily before leaning up to give you a little kiss on your forehead before giving you a quick peck on the cheek. You both headed to the bathroom to brush your teeth.
Russell began unpacking his bags after he was done while you were brushing your teeth. The bathroom door was open so he took the chance to lean in the doorway, his arms crossed as he stared at you silently. You leant down and spat out your toothpaste, running your toothbrush under the tap water before placing it in its holder nearby. As you straightened up, you looked in the mirror to see him standing there, grinning.
“What’s got you smiling like that, shades? Tilting your head, looking over your shoulder, to the side.
“Just admiring the view, kid.”
“View? Me in my pjs with my fluffy slippers on and hair a mess? Mhm. Real sexy Russ. Real sexy.” You began your skincare routine, splashing your flushed face with water.
“Yes. You look good in everything baby. Though you’d look even better with everything off and your hair…well that isn’t a mess yet, though it will be when i’m done with you.” You glanced up at the mirror, seeing him bare a wide smirk on his face.
You laughed it off, blushing nervously, “Smooth.” You bent down, arse out as you washed the remainder of your cleanser off in the sink, eyes closed.
You heard his footsteps closing in on you and felt the warmth from his hands radiate into your hips as he rubbed them softly, bending over your frame. His lips found their way to your exposed neck and he began sucking softly, grabbing all of your hair in one fist, holding it out the way as you rinsed your face. You felt his hips dig into your arse and he moved his hands to your shoulders, giving you a mini massage which you felt guilty about. You teased him, bucking your hips into his to which he groaned and you laughed.
You yawned after a while, applying your moisturiser to your own face as you sat at the dressing table while Russell sat on the edge of the bed, still in his nightwear, deciding what to wear for the party your family had organised for the evening. He picked out two shirts asking you which one in the mirror and you chose one that you loved, to which he gave you a look as to say I don't know why I bothered asking.
Family gatherings weren’t his thing, but he made an effort for you. Mainly sticking with you and hanging in the shadows, sipping on his drink and smoking outside on the porch is what he’d usually get up to. He’d sometimes give your little nephews and nieces life advice and tell them stories of his time in the army to which they listened intently and begged him to teach them how to fight. They loved him, most of your family did - he was just a little reserved at times but they understood and respected that. All they knew about him was that he was an ex-soldier and nothing more, now living a civilian life but little did they know.
Seeing him make an effort with the kids made you feel something for sure. You imagined having a family with him but hadn’t exactly had that talk yet. Russell was always so busy and absent, you put it off, thinking maybe it’s best you don’t try for one and start a family because of his line of work and yours too. It’s not that you couldn’t be open with him, just more the fact you didn’t want to burden him, especially because he seemed a lot more stressed lately.
He secretly admired your little lower tummy pouch when you wore tight dresses and jeans, imagining how you’d look baring his child. He’d imagine himself touching your belly, littering it with kisses and putting his ear to it, hearing and feeling kicks. A little you or him running around your house. Although it scared him, especially because of everything with his ex and his job requirements, he was secretly hoping that day you’d welcome him or her would come sooner rather than later.
A few moments later, you walked up to Russell sitting on the bed. He looked up at you as you stood in front of him, in between his spread legs. Rubbing the cream in your hands to warm it up, you applied your moisturiser to his face, being gentle around his scar and eyes, asking him if he liked the consistency of it and whether it smelled nice to which he nodded and smiled. Adler discarded the newspaper he was reading to catch up on the news, turning his attention to you. He wrapped his arms around the back of your thighs, resting his head on your tummy, closing his eyes as you ruffled his hair which he had just set but he didn’t mind.
“I missed you so much,” whispered Adler. He exhaled deeply, releasing the tension in his shoulders, resting his chin on your stomach as he tilted his head back to look up at your face. “Not a single day went by where I didn’t think of you, you know. Just like always.”
“I missed you too, Russ. More than you can imagine. Just glad you’re here right now so let’s stay present, yeah?” You smiled at him, cupping his face and leaning down to kiss him gently, your lips locking as his hands roamed your legs and squeezed your ass.
You knocked off your slippers. He stood up, his lips never leaving yours as his hands went under your pyjama top, realising you weren’t wearing a bra and he cupped your left breast gently and you moaned into the kiss you shared. Russell lifted you up into his arms and you wrapped your legs around his waist. He turned you both around, laying you down near the edge of the bed, now introducing his tongue into your mouth to which you accepted happily, deepening the kiss. His hands found the hem of your shirt as he got lost in your kiss, now getting a little more impatient and he lifted it up and over your head. You shimmied out of your pyjama pants yourself and he hooked a finger around the waistline of your panties, pulling away from the kiss to slowly remove them, using both hands now to guide them over your thighs, knees and ankles, chucking the fabric onto the bedroom floor somewhere. “My God, Mrs Adler. Just look at you. So fucking beautiful. And all mine.” He shook his head in disbelief as a smirk spread across his lips, acting as if he’d seen you naked for the very first time again.
He rested his left knee beside your hip and left hand beside your head to steady himself as he demanded, “Spread those legs, sweetheart.” You stared into his blue eyes, licking your lips, knowing what you were in for. You pushed yourself up on your elbows, wanting to watch. He ran his right hand up your left leg and he leaned down, leaving a trail of wet kisses from your left knee all the way up, stopping just short of where you needed him most and you groaned, causing him to let out a little laugh, smiling against your inner thigh before getting back up again.
He ran his calloused fingers up and down your soft thigh, feeling just how warm they were and tested you, pressing his thumb to your clit and gently rubbing the nub in circles. You let out a soft moan and he brought his middle finger into play, drawing circles around your entrance before finally pushing in slowly, taking his sweet time, and out again and then back in. His fingers were thick and felt so good and he added his ring finger, curling the two fingers inside you as he leant down to kiss your exposed breasts, sucking on the nipple. Russell stretched you out further with another finger. This time it was painful but you didn’t mind: the pleasure overpowered it. You arched your back in response, your moans echoing off the four walls in the bedroom, your hips lifting off the bed, trying to rock yourself further on his hand to which he firmly held you in place.
“Feel that good you want to take off, huh?” You couldn’t even respond with words at that point, except nodding, with your eyes squeezed shut as you bit your bottom lip as you moaned. “Come on baby, that’s it.” You fisted the sheets as he nibbled on your neck and collarbone, leaning in, now cheek-to-cheek, whispering into your ear, “Come for me like a good girl.” You grabbed a fistful of his hair and clutched his t-shirt. Repeatedly, his name left your lips and you got even louder as he pumped his fingers faster than before, your walls clenching down on his fingers.
“Russ. Oh my God. I’m so close, don’t stop! Please!”
He kept going. His fingers curling and scissoring inside of you as he used his free hand to squeeze your breast. Russell flicked his tongue on your nipple quickly before circling it with his tongue and then kissing it. He licked his way from your chest up to that sweet spot on your neck, leaving his saliva all over you, biting down in places.
You moaned straight into his ear breathlessly, his erection growing and becoming painful now. “You make me crazy, baby. Come on. I’m right here. Come for me. Come on.” You finally caved, your body started shaking as your fluids coated his hands. He continued to fuck you with his fingers, helping you ride out your high and his lips crashed with yours in a fiery kiss filled with desire. Against your lips, he smiled. “So perfect. So perfect for me.”
You laid there panting heavily as he pulled away from you, licking his fingers and hands, looking at you and you smiled weakly, letting out a small, weak chuckle. “You taste so good.”
“You taste even better, Russ.” You reached down to slide your hands down his pants to palm his erection while you maintained eye contact with him.
He tilted his head downwards, closing his eyes as he cursed, grabbing your wrist and you stopped stroking him. “Is that an offer? I’ll take you up on that later. But right now, this isn’t about me, baby. You’re the birthday girl. My birthday girl.” You reached up to help him take off his top and noticed some gauze and stitches and fresh scars on his chest and before he could lean down again to kiss you, you placed your hands on his shoulders to stop him, making him prop himself up on his knees between your legs
"Russell..." Concern was evident in your voice that was barely audible. You sighed lightly, running your fingers along his chest and abdomen with the utmost care.
"I'm okay. Really. Kiss 'em better later?" He clasped his hand around yours that was on his chest, bringing it up to his lips and kissing it before rubbing his thumb across the back of it. You nodded and smiled.
He got up from the bed, about to grab a condom when you suddenly sat up.
“Russ, wait.” He stopped in his tracks, the condom packet barely teared as he turned his head to face you, his eyebrows raised as he hummed, waiting for you to finish. “I…can we…try..it without, maybe?” You hesitated, kind of regretting you’d ever mentioned it as you always practised safe sex. He paused, just blinking at you, expressionless. You internally cringed and wanted the ground to swallow you whole. “Never mind.”
“No, go on.” He smirked at you again, tilting his head and folding his arms, leaving the condom in the drawer, still applying lube to himself.
“Well, I just think you know…maybe it’s time we…uh...we uh…well….” You turned your face away from him, a little embarrassed to say the whole thing.
With that, his lips met yours again. Your tongues both fighting for dominance as he wrapped an arm around your lower back, lifting you up and pulling you up the bed further so you could rest your head on the pillow. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you continued the assault on each other’s mouths, saliva mixing, lips bruised.
He played with your entrance, dragging his tip over your folds and clit, teasing the area.
“Enough with the teasing, smokey. Please. I need you.”
“God, i love it when you’re needy.” His voice was laced with seduction.
Without warning, he slowly slid into you, allowing you to get reacquainted with his length. After all, it had been a couple months you’d both been without each other. You craned your neck to watch you both connect but ended up resting your head back on the pillow, chin to the ceiling as he began moving his hips back and forth at a slow pace.
Russell joined his lips with yours again, his hands grabbing your arms wrapped around him, pinning them down and interlocking his fingers with yours as he thrust into you harder this time. Your foreheads touched, gaze locked, eyes filled with pure love for one another. Adler tried to kiss you but the way you felt was too much, jaw slack, eyelids flickering as he gave you sloppy open mouthed kisses. He sucked on your neck and kissed your shoulder every chance he got. He let go of your hands to massage your breasts and you clawed at his back. You both cursed and moaned in pleasure, Adler's voice hoarse.
“Right there! Fuck!”
“You got it, baby.”
Russell now dug his nails into your hips, surely leaving crescent-shaped indents in your skin. He sped up, hitting your g spot over and over, causing you to cry out his name as he slammed his hips into yours. You held the headboard and ran your hand up his forearm. You arched your back in ecstasy as you clenched down on his cock, your release spilling over it as you shook from your high a second time. “That’s my girl. It’s okay. Easy, kid. Easy.” He slowed down to lick your lips and bite them before placing a wet, soft kiss on your cheek and forehead, running his hands along your sides. But he was far from stopping.
“I want you to come for me once more, okay? You can do that for me, can’t you?” You nodded, inhaling and exhaling deeply, feeling a little sore from overstimulation now.
Russell, hooked his arms underneath your knees, folding you in half so your knees were practically near your head and over his shoulders as he thrusted into you. This new angle hit much deeper. He kissed your cervix with his tip and you cried out as he fucked downwards.
He got in close to your ear, his hot breath tickling the shell of it. “You want me to fill you up good and proper, huh, Mrs Adler? Get you- pregnant? Nghh, make you- a mother, hm?”
“Yes Russ Yes! Fuck, i’m yours! Please. Please. Please!” You screamed out.
He listened to your pleas for him to breed you and pounded into you relentlessly, his grip on your legs tighter than before now, his knuckles now white. His moans increased in both volume and quantity. You rubbed your clit with your hand in circular motions to intensify the pleasure.
His hips started to stutter, his movements now erratic. He grunted, his jaw clenched. Your legs started trembling. Simultaneously, you both climaxed. Hot thick ropes of his load coated your walls at high speed. Your cum mixing with his inside you for the very first time. Feeling good was an understatement. You couldn’t describe what you had just experienced.
He collapsed on top of you, cock still twitching inside you, both of your chests rising and falling rapidly, trying to catch your breaths. Both of you laid there, skin coated in sweat and your hair clung to your forehead and neck. While he was planting kisses on your breasts, stomach and collar bone, you ran your fingers through his blonde hair, scratching his scalp lightly with your nails. Russell kissed your lips and looked up at you while embracing you chest-to-chest as he said with a smile gracing his face, “Happy Birthday, little miss sexy.”
As he pulled out carefully, your releases began seeping out your hole to which he responded by getting his fingers, collecting anything and pushing it back in.
“I don’t think so. Nuh-uh. You’re not wasting any of my seed. You take it all, isn’t that right, honey?” You flinched a little because of how sensitive you now were but nodded eagerly and giggled.
Russell ran a hot bath for you both and carried you bridal style to it. You sat with your back to his chest, lying on him, resting as you held hands and he planted kisses to your temple, whispering all sorts into your ears. It felt amazing to be back in his arms and you stayed like that for a good few minutes, in his embrace, before you went and lit a candle on the other side of the tub and you chucked him his cigarette packet as you knew from experience that it was the icing on the cake for him after sex. He put one in between his lips.
“So what made you say that earlier?” He found a nearby lighter, taking it to the end of the cigarette and ignited it.
“What? Oh…that. I’ve been thinking about it a lot to be honest. Was just waiting for the right time.”
“Ha. Me too. We should’ve talked about it before.” He paused, before placing his hand on your tummy, “But listen baby, i can’t wait til that little bun in the oven starts growing and-”
“Russell!” You playfully slapped him on the chest. “It’s not even a bun yet!”
“Well we’ve got the batter haven’t we?” He winked at you and you rolled your eyes in response.
He sighed deeply, rubbing your belly and thighs, “You're heaven personified darlin’,” He laid a soft kiss on the back of your hand. “And just thinking about starting a family with you makes me all giddy. Jesus, what are you doing to me, kid?” He smiled as he focused on taking another drag of his cigarette, his eyes landing on your face a few seconds later when you didn’t respond. He blew out the smoke in rings to the side as he noticed the solemn expression on your face.
“I don’t know what I did to deserve you. I’m so lucky to call you my husband, Mr Adler. I love you so much.” Tears start forming and spilling from your waterline because of how happy you are and you cupped his face, kissing his scarred cheek, running your thumb around its jagged edges. It made Russell melt and he pulled you closer in the water and hugged you tightly, before holding your head, kissing your temple.
He pulled away to meet your eyes, blessing you with another one of his smiles, “I love you more, Mrs Adler.”
Russell held you close to him as you both talked about your future: what your baby girl or boy would look like if you did fall pregnant; whose traits it would pick up and how he’d spoil them rotten, all before leaving the house to get on with some more birthday celebrations. What a great way to kick things off though, right?