Desert Bloom After Dark

The autumn night pressed cold fingers into the corners of the house, a stark contrast to the simmering heat building between Teddie and Steve. The twins were finally asleep, their small bodies nestled in the nursery, a welcome reprieve from the recent chaos. The master bedroom, once a battlefield of moving boxes and half-finished projects, now felt like a sanctuary, a haven carved out from the storm of their new life. Teddie had just left the twins’ bedroom, a silent prayer and a whispered story tucked into their dreams, then quickly sought out Steve, fresh from a long, grueling shower.

“You look pretty tired, baby,” she observed, her voice soft, laced with genuine concern. The scent of his clean, masculine musk filled her senses, a potent reminder of the strength she found in his arms.

“Practically dead,” he grunted, a wry smile playing on his lips. “The kids in bed?”

“And asleep.” The words hung in the air, a shared secret, a moment stolen from the relentless demands of their new reality.

Another brief grunt, a subtle affirmation of his weariness, rumbled in Steve’s throat. “Darling, you know you haven’t gotten home till ten at night the last two weeks,” Teddie continued, her gaze locking with his, a silent question hanging between them. “Not to mention all the stress of moving into this house. I think… you need something.”

Steve took a long, deliberate breath, ruffling up his damp hair with both hands, the movement a silent acknowledgement of his desire. “Bed, I guess,” he mused, a hint of vulnerability in his voice.

Teddie smiled, a slow, knowing curve of her lips. “Well… that’s usually what you do: come home, eat something, take a shower, and fall into bed. And lately, the kids are still awake when you get in because of the excitement of being in a new house. It’s been crazy and unsettled. But tonight, they’re fast asleep, and we’re alone.” The last words were softened with seductive warmth, a promise of intimacy and release that instantly caught Steve’s attention. He glanced at her, a flicker of anticipation in his eyes.

“Things have been so busy the last few weeks, I sort of gave up looking for it,” he confessed, the admission both hesitant and desperate.

“I’m sorry. I think I discouraged it a few times, and I shouldn’t have,” Teddie whispered, reaching out to wrap her arms around his neck, pulling him close. “How in the world could I keep away from you?”

He wrapped her close to him in the easy, affectionate hold of a longtime husband, the familiar comfort a balm to his frayed nerves. “Mmm, you feel good. You smell good,” he murmured, breathing in the fragrance of her hair and body, savoring the lingering scent of her perfume, a reminder of her captivating presence.

“So do you,” she grinned, nuzzling her face into his jawline, her lips brushing against his stubble. A little groan broke from him, a low rumble of pleasure that sent shivers down her spine. “You like that, don’t you?”

Steve pulled her in closer, his hands finding their way to her breasts, gently lifting them to feel their weight and shape. “Teddie…” he began, his voice thick with emotion, then quickly found her mouth and kissed her, hard and long, a desperate plea for connection and solace. The kiss was passionate, a release of pent-up tension, a silent conversation between two souls yearning for one another.

When their lips parted, Teddie gazed into his eyes, a little dazedly, her thoughts swirling with memories of their past, their shared experiences, their enduring love. “That reminds me of the first time… remember, on our wedding night?”

“I couldn’t forget it,” Steve returned, leading her slowly toward their bed, his movements deliberate and purposeful. “How many guys went to war, survived Nazi attacks in the desert, met a beautiful girl, married her, and made love in a Spanish hideout?”

“Not too many, I’m thinking, but I’m mighty glad I’m married to one who did,” she replied, her voice a low murmur, her body arching slightly as she yielded to his lead. She allowed him to draw her down as her voice sank alluringly, a silent invitation to explore the depths of their passion.

For a minute or two, they kissed in their deep desire, Steve’s muscular form pressing over her slender one, his hands grasping her soft upper arms, pulling her closer until she felt the heat of his body against hers. Then he paused to caress her cheek with his fingers, a tender gesture that spoke volumes about his affection. “I thank God many times a day that He kept us both alive, that we could know this love together, and start a family, and build our home,” he murmured, his voice filled with gratitude and devotion.

“Oh, I do too!” Teddie averred, her eyes, tender and a little wet, fixed on his face, her gaze reflecting the depth of her feelings. “Those months—after you had to go back to your battalion and I was sent to London—I was so afraid. Afraid I’d hear you’d been killed. And having known what it was to be… loved by you, I couldn’t have borne it.”

“Praise to God that neither of us had to,” whispered Steve, touching his lips all over her forehead, her eyelids, her chin, his touch lingering in every corner of her face, igniting a fire within her. “You don’t know how relieved I was when I finally came back and found you’d left the newspaper. Remember the assignment you were on when we met? You were in as much danger as I was.”

Smiling to herself and reveling in the big masculine body covering her, Teddie pulled him in closer, hooking her arms under his shoulders, clinging to him with a desperate need for connection. “How many times… have we made love, do you think?” Steve asked, his eyes glued to her lips, his voice growing a little hoarse with hunger.

“It’s always been so… grand… I stopped counting,” she said, her eyelids sinking in bliss, her body trembling with anticipation. She realized she was grinding her hips up against his, also that the front of his pajama bottoms was beginning to solidly bulge.

Steve’s hands roamed over his wife, the smooth skin of her shoulders and arms and then her thighs a delight to his fingers. She was stroking his hard back, noting to herself the knotted muscles and suntanned warmth of his skin. “You like that, don’t you?” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear.

“Yes,” she breathed, her voice barely audible, her body responding to his touch with a shiver of pleasure. “Show me how much that is.”

Before she’d finished speaking, his hands attacked her in tender wildness, and he lapped at her neck, his tongue tracing the curve of her collarbone, sending shivers down her spine. Her robe had come loose, and he pulled it away to reveal the lacy black slip with its sweetheart neckline, a provocative display of her feminine form. As he continued to explore her body, she felt her inhibitions melting away, replaced by a primal desire that consumed her entirely.

Steve took a long, slow breath, ruffling up his damp hair with both hands, the movement a silent declaration of his arousal. “Darling, you know you haven’t gotten home till ten at night the last two weeks,” Teddie continued, “not to mention all the stress of moving into this house. I think… you need something.”

Steve took a long breath, ruffling up his damp hair with both hands. “Bed, I guess,” he mused with a wry smile. His wife smiled. “Well… that’s usually what you do: come home, eat something, take a shower, and fall into bed. And lately, the kids are still awake when you get in because of the excitement of being in a new house. It’s been crazy and unsettled. But tonight, they’re fast asleep, and we’re alone.” The last words were softened with seductive warmth, which immediately caught Steve’s attention. He glanced at her.

“Things have been so busy the last few weeks, I sort of gave up looking for it,” he confessed. “I’m sorry. I think I discouraged it a few times, and I shouldn’t have,” Teddie whispered, coming to him and putting her arms around his neck. “How in the world could I keep away from you?”

He wrapped her close to him in the easy, affectionate hold of a longtime husband, the familiar comfort a balm to his frayed nerves. “Mmm, you feel good. You smell good,” he murmured, breathing in the fragrance of her hair and body. “So do you.”

“So do you,” she grinned, nuzzling his jawline with her lips. A little groan broke from him. “You like that, don’t you?”

“Teddie…” and Steve quickly found her mouth and kissed her, hard and long. The kiss was a desperate plea for release, a culmination of their pent-up desires. It was a declaration of love, a promise of intimacy, a silent affirmation of their enduring connection.

When their lips parted, Teddie gazed into his eyes a little dazedly. “That reminds me of the first time… remember, on our wedding night?”

“I couldn’t forget it,” Steve returned, leading her slowly toward their bed, his movements deliberate and purposeful. “How many guys went to war, survived Nazi attacks in the desert, met a beautiful girl, married her, and made love in a Spanish hideout?”

“Not too many, I’m thinking, but I’m mighty glad I’m married to one who did,” she replied, allowing him to draw her down as her voice sank alluringly.

For a minute or two, they kissed in their deep desire, Steve’s muscular form pressing over her slender one, his hands grasping her soft upper arms, pulling her closer until she felt the heat of his body against hers. Then he paused to caress her cheek with his fingers, a tender gesture that spoke volumes about his affection. “I thank God many times a day that He kept us both alive, that we could know this love together, and start a family, and build our home,” he murmured, his voice filled with gratitude and devotion.

“Oh, I do too!” Teddie averred, her eyes, tender and a little wet, fixed on his face, her gaze reflecting the depth of her feelings. “Those months—after you had to go back to your battalion and I was sent to London—I was so afraid. Afraid I’d hear you’d been killed. And having known what it was to be… loved by you, I couldn’t have borne it.”

“Praise to God that neither of us had to,” whispered Steve, touching his lips all over her forehead, her eyelids, her chin. His touch lingered in every corner of her face, igniting a fire within her. “You don’t know how relieved I was when I finally came back and found you’d left the newspaper. Remember the assignment you were on when we met? You were in as much danger as I was.”

Smiling to herself and reveling in the big masculine body covering her, Teddie pulled him in closer, hooking her arms under his shoulders, clinging to him with a desperate need for connection. “How many times… have we made love, do you think?” Steve asked, his eyes glued to her lips, his voice growing a little hoarse with hunger.

“It’s always been so… grand… I stopped counting,” she said, her eyelids sinking in bliss, her body trembling with anticipation. She realized she was grinding her hips up against his, also that the front of his pajama bottoms was beginning to solidly bulge.

Steve’s hands roamed over his wife, the smooth skin of her shoulders and arms and then her thighs a delight to his fingers. She was stroking his hard back, noting to herself the knotted muscles and suntanned warmth of his skin. “You like that, don’t you?” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear.

“Yes,” she breathed, her voice barely audible, her body responding to his touch with a shiver of pleasure. “Show me how much that is.”

Before she’d finished speaking, his hands attacked her in tender wildness, and he lapped at her neck, his tongue tracing the curve of her collarbone, sending shivers down her spine. Her robe had come loose, and he pulled it away to reveal the lacy black slip with its sweetheart neckline, a provocative display of her feminine form. As he continued to explore her body, she felt her inhibitions melting away, replaced by a primal desire that consumed her entirely.

Steve took a long, slow breath, ruffling up his damp hair with both hands, the movement a silent declaration of his arousal. “Darling, you know you haven’t gotten home till ten at night the last two weeks,” Teddie continued, “not to mention all the stress of moving into this house. I think… you need something.”

Steve took a long breath, ruffling up his damp hair with both hands. “Bed, I guess,” he mused with a wry smile. His wife smiled. “Well… that’s usually what you do: come home, eat something, take a shower, and fall into bed. And lately, the kids are still awake when you get in because of the excitement of being in a new house. It’s been crazy and unsettled. But tonight, they’re fast asleep, and we’re alone.” The last words were softened with seductive warmth, which immediately caught Steve’s attention. He glanced at her.

“Things have been so busy the last few weeks, I sort of gave up looking for it,” he confessed. “I’m sorry. I think I discouraged it a few times, and I shouldn’t have,” Teddie whispered, coming to him and putting her arms around his neck. “How in the world could I keep away from you?”

He wrapped her close to him in the easy, affectionate hold of a longtime husband, the familiar comfort a balm to his frayed nerves. “Mmm, you feel good. You smell good,” he murmured, breathing in the fragrance of her hair and body. “So do you.”

“So do you,” she grinned, nuzzling his jawline with her lips. A little groan broke from him. “You like that, don’t you?”

“Teddie…” and Steve quickly found her mouth and kissed her, hard and long. The kiss was a desperate plea for release, a culmination of their pent-up desires. It was a declaration of love, a promise of intimacy, a silent affirmation of their enduring connection.

When their lips parted, Teddie gazed into his eyes a little dazedly. “That reminds me of the first time… remember, on our wedding night?”

“I couldn’t forget it,” Steve returned, leading her slowly toward their bed, his movements deliberate and purposeful. “How many guys went to war, survived Nazi attacks in the desert, met a beautiful girl, married her, and made love in a Spanish hideout?”

“Not too many, I’m thinking, but I’m mighty glad I’m married to one who did,” she replied, allowing him to draw her down as her voice sank alluringly.

For a minute or two, they kissed in their deep desire, Steve’s muscular form pressing over her slender one, his hands grasping her soft upper arms, pulling her closer until she felt the heat of his body against hers. Then he paused to caress her cheek with his fingers, a tender gesture that spoke volumes about his affection. “I thank God many times a day that He kept us both alive, that we could know this love together, and start a family, and build our home,” he murmured, his voice filled with gratitude and devotion.

“Oh, I do too!” Teddie averred, her eyes, tender and a little wet, fixed on his face, her gaze reflecting the depth of her feelings. “Those months—after you had to go back to your battalion and I was sent to London—I was so afraid. Afraid I’d hear you’d been killed. And having known what it was to be… loved by you, I couldn’t have borne it.”

“Praise to God that neither of us had to,” whispered Steve, touching his lips all over her forehead, her eyelids, her chin. His touch lingered in every corner of her face, igniting a fire within her. “You don’t know how relieved I was when I finally came back and found you’d left the newspaper. Remember the assignment you were on when we met? You were in as much danger as I was.”

Smiling to herself and reveling in the big masculine body covering her, Teddie pulled him in closer, hooking her arms under his shoulders, clinging to him with a desperate need for connection. “How many times… have we made love, do you think?” Steve asked, his eyes glued to her lips, his voice growing a little hoarse with hunger.

“It’s always been so… grand… I stopped counting,” she said, her eyelids sinking in bliss, her body trembling with anticipation. She realized she was grinding her hips up against his, also that the front of his pajama bottoms was beginning to solidly bulge.

Steve’s hands roamed over his wife, the smooth skin of her shoulders and arms and then her thighs a delight to his fingers. She was stroking his hard back, noting to herself the knotted muscles and suntanned warmth of his skin. “You like that, don’t you?” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear.

“Yes,” she breathed, her voice barely audible, her body responding to his touch with a shiver of pleasure. “Show me how much that is.”

Before she’d finished speaking, his hands attacked her in tender wildness, and he lapped at her neck, his tongue tracing the curve of her collarbone, sending shivers down her spine. Her robe had come loose, and he pulled it away to reveal the lacy black slip with its sweetheart neckline, a provocative display of her feminine form. As he continued to explore her body, she felt her inhibitions melting away, replaced by a primal desire that consumed her entirely.

Steve took a long, slow breath, ruffling up his damp hair with both hands, the movement a silent declaration of his arousal. “Darling, you know you haven’t gotten home till ten at night the last two weeks,” Teddie continued, “not to mention all the stress of moving into this house. I think… you need something.”

Steve took a long breath, ruffling up his damp hair with both hands. “Bed, I guess,” he mused with a wry smile. His wife smiled. “Well… that’s usually what you do: come home, eat something, take a shower, and fall into bed. And lately, the kids are still awake when you get in because of the excitement of being in a new house

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