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You both woke about two hours later and wrapped up some of each baked good for Shirley and headed over to her house hand in hand, Chris leading the way. It was still slowly drizzling outside, just cool enough to be refreshing, but not terribly cold. When you reached the porch, he let go of your hand and knocked on the door, a foil covered plate in his other hand. He put his free hand around your waist, smiled down at you and kissed your head.
You waited for what seemed to be too long and it made you a little nervous. You knew she was home. "You think something's wrong?", you asked, a little worried.
He forrowed his brows, pursed his lips and shook his head, "Nah, there are times she takes a while." He knocked again and rang the bell, "Or she doesn't hear the first time, because I forgot to ring the doorbell." He chuckled at himself.
You scoffed out a laugh, then heard her tiny voice trying to shout from behind the door, "I'm comin', I'm comin'!" The door opened and she beamed, "Oh! Hi kids! Come in!"
You both stepped in smiling, Chris closed the door and while you greeted her with a one armed hug. Chris hugged her also, then raised the plate in his hand for a beat, "We brought you goodies." He took the other plate that was in your hand and headed for the kitchen. "(Y/N) and I made them, though she was the brains of the whole operation.", he called over his shoulder as you and Shirley followed.
"Oh, nice! I love me some home baked junk food!", she beamed as you and her entered the kitchen.
Chris had set the dishes on the six person, oval table and turned as Shirley reached the end of it. Chris pulled out her chair and tucked it in slowly as she sat, "You wanna try something now?" You went to sit and Chris darted to you quickly the next seat over which you had chosen, "Oop!" He finished pulling out your chair and tucked it as you sat, "Two ladies to take care of is too many for me."
You all chuckled and you thanked him. He paused, his face blank for only a second. He missed his best friend in that moment. Seb could've lent a hand being chivalrous with you and Shirley... And he would have on his own accord. It tugged at his heart a little. Before either you or Shirley caught his hesitation, he gave you a quick kiss and went back to Shirley's side and leaned over a bit, a hand resting on the table, "There's chocolate beer cupcakes with pretzels and caramel." He closed his eyes and titled his head, "They're so good."
"Beer? In cupcakes?", she turned to look up at him, her frail little hand on his now. "That sounds really good! I'd like one of those, but it's almost supper time. I'd hate to spoil my dinner."
"Psh.", he waved a hand dismissively. "Tonight, you'll have dessert first. I won't tell." He winked at her, she laughed softly as he moved to get plates from her cupboard.
You started to take the foil off the plates you brought, "And there's lemon raspberry cupcakes, blueberry muffins and some sunflower bread."
Her bright eyes twinkled as she smiled, "This all looks wonderful, (Y/N). I can't wait to taste it all. Thank you. Oh- I should get something to drink going.", she shifted in her seat to stand.
You stood and spoke as Chris came back with small plates and forks, "I got it, Shirl. Coffee okay?"
"Perfect, thank you, sugar."
Once you got the coffee going you returned to your seat. You all would wait until the coffee was brewed to eat something. Chris had chosen to sit in the seat on the other side of you and laced his fingers with yours on the table top as Shirley started to speak. He kissed it your hand, smiled slightly and rested both your hands on the table again. He covered yours with both of his now, still giving his attention to Shirley talking, "So, how's my favorite little couple?", she grinned.
Chris started, grinning himself as his voice made you turn to look at him. "We're good, Shirley." He nodded at looked at you lovingly, "Real good. Thanks."
"You had sex, didn't you?", she asked deadpan, squinting her eyes.
You started cackling and Chris threw up his free hand and laughed, "I told you!" He looked at you shaking his head. At least the two of your didn't get embarrassed by Shirley's lack of tact any longer. You both understood that at her age, there was really no use beating around the bush; not knowing how much time you had left. Might as well just get to the point, making sure there's nothing lost in translation.
"What makes you think that, Shirley?", you challenged.
She smiled, "Well, he's got a shit eatin' grin and you look like you're under some kind of spell." You and Chris chuckled and she continued, her expression turning softer, "You look so relaxed and in love with each other now; a lot more than before. It's like there's nothing hidden, undiscovered, between you anymore." Her sweet words made you smile and almost made you tear up as she continued. She hit the nail on the head. Chris squeezed your hand and you did the same to him as you still watched Shirley talking, "It's all out in the open for you kids now; you know each other as much as two people possibly could and there's no hiding that from the world anymore either. I think it's wonderful."
You took a deep breath, "Wow, Shirley." That was all you could manage. What a beautiful way to think of it.
She nodded and then her face lit up, "Speaking of sex-"
Oh God, what is she gonna say?
"You two are gonna make such pretty babies! I can't wait."
You glanced at Chris, a little nervous, smiling just a touch. He was looking at you, his mouth turned up in a closed lipped smile. Okay, he didn't looked freaked out at least. That's good. You and he had never even talked about anything like that... Ever. You really had no idea how he felt about marriage... Babies. You knew you wanted at least one child, in time. But, for now, he didn't seem too phased by her comment, so your smile softened to match his.
The coffee maker beeped and you stood, "I'll get coffee." You brought three coffees to the table as Chris served up the cupcakes. Shirley raved about the beer cupcake.
It had gotten dark outside and Shirley took her last sip of coffee, then she asked, "You wanna stay for dinner? You kids fly, I'll buy."
You and Chris looked at each other, giving approving expressions, then you answered, "Sure, what would you like, Shirley?"
She squinted, "I would love some pizza from that place downtown... They're potato bacon is so good."
Your eyes lit up, "Ooooh, yes, I love that one too!"
"Alright.", Chris said, "Anything else we can get you while we're out?"
"No, I'm good.", she smiled.
"Okay.", Chris grunted softly as he stood and pulled you up. "We'll be back shortly."
You both got in Chris's car, him letting you in first. He drove down to the end of the street, his hand holding yours on your thigh. He waited at the corner to turn. You stared at him, smiling softly. He turned to see you looking at him. "What?", he smiled.
"I love you, babe."
"I love you, sweetheart.", he squeezed your hand and then turned the car, heading downtown.
You let go of his hand and started lightly rubbing the bulge in his jeans, his hand stayed on your thigh. He sucked in a breath and grunted, the bulge twitching, starting to grow quickly, "Honey, please don't get me worked up just to leave me hanging when we get there."
"I don't plan on it.", you leaned over and kissed his neck once.
"What exactly do you plan on then?"
"You said you'd never had anyone go down on you while driving before...", you moved his arm so you could bend under it and over his lap, his hand going hesitantly to your back. He was trying to figure out if this was a good idea, but his brain couldn't do much more than focus on driving with the anticipation of what you were proposing. You made a firm biting motion on his hard length with your teeth through his jeans.
He let out a restrained grunt, "Jesus fuck."
"Think you can handle it?", you asked mischievously. "Think you could come for me before we get there?" You bit again in the same manner.
His hand went from your back to gripping the back of your neck slightly while a long, low groan escaped his lips, "I hope so... And God yes. You've already got me halfway there with just the thought of it."
You hummed, "Good, 'cause I'm thirsty." You started undoing the button and zipper of his jeans.
"Ah God." Your words turned him on even more. His hand went to your side now, stroking his palm up and down you there and occasionally squeezing the top of your hip. His eyes wanted to close as you touched him while pulling down the waistband of his underwear. He managed to keep them open. But when your soft, warm, wet mouth took him in quickly and wasted no time moving up and down on him, they closed against his will. "Fuck, baby!" He opened them again quickly, realizing he really had to concentrate.
He wasn't too nervous about being caught, considering you were on a two lane road, the other lane being opposing traffic. But, when you got into downtown it was 4 or 6 lanes across every street. He hoped no one would stop next to his car at a red light... Especially a cop. 'Can I get a ticket for getting head while driving?... Really, Chris? Your girl is on your dick doing amazing things with her mouth. Why are you thinking about tickets? She wants you to come before you get there... Focus on her... And the road.'
(Author's Note: "Road Head", or oral sex while driving, is a highly distracting (duh) , therefore, potentially fatal act which I DO NOT condone in real life! Pull it over if you both want a mouth on one of your happy places! Be safe kids! XOXO)