Honey.. I'm home., Noah and Mellie

[Noah Abbott]

It had been six days. Six days, thirteen hours, fourty two minutes and 34 seconds, 35, 36, 37... since he had been home. Since he had seen his wife... Granted he had seen mini in a little bit shorter time than that, but still, he missed his family. He didn't know how he could go back like this though. Everytime he glanced down at his human hands, he saw blood. So much blood, and he wondered how he could jump back into his life pretending that he wasn't a monster.

He'd run until he couldn't run anymore. And then he'd phased back to being human, sitting there naked in the middle of the woods as he just processed everything that had happened- and what he had to go back to. He tried to sleep, but it was fleeting and when it did come he was plagued by the sight of his father's broken body. Broken by his hands.. his teeth- in a manner of speaking.

He was struggling badly with the dueling emotions of being glad the fucker was gone, and being so very sorry that it was at his hand. And what would he do about his mother? He was certain by now she'd heard about the cabin, and he was also certain it would be ruled an accident. There wasn't anything left but ash to claim. Would she be sad? Would she come after them next? His mother was nothing if not conniving.

But he knew he was running out of time. He couldn't stay away forever. And even though he his head was supremely fucked up, he missed them. He never thought he would be that guy- the family guy. And yet in the worst moment of his life, he wasn't thinking about picking up a bottle, he was thinking about going home and burying himself in his wife, figuratively and literally, and wondering if they would ever be okay again.

He pulled on his clothes, striding out of the forest as if this had been his plan all along. He glanced up, the helicopter sounding overhead, coming by his command to take him home. Soon he would be going through the door of his house, praying his wife and child didn't recall from the monster that was coming home to them.

[Melanie Abbott]

It had been nearly a week now, that she'd been moving on auto-pilot. Granted, it had gotten slightly better when Lily and Shawn had returned with her mini, safe and sound. Still; four more days had passed since then and there had still been no word from Noah. She hadn't heard a word, and neither had his aunt Nell or Shawn, which was starting to make her nervous. Surely, after all these days, SOMEONE should have heard something from him. She spent her days wrapped up in their baby, with her free moments spent wracked with guilt. Lily and Shawn had filled her in on the gory details of their trip....or, most of them anyway, and she could only dwell on the fact that this was all her fault. It had to be, Mellie figured. If not for her, how would Noah's father have found them otherwise, if not for her conversations with her mother? Her mother had called; leaving messages over and over, but at the moment she just couldn't find it in herself to return the call....not when her entire world was still in shambles.

She settled Mini in to the portable crib she'd set up next to her bed, too anxious to let him be further away than that when she was sleeping. It was crucial that she knew that her little man was safe and sound where she could reach him at a moments notice. She would never forgive herself if anything else happened to this baby. Especially when Noah was still gone.....Mini was all she had left of their family.

Once the baby was settled and sleeping peacefully, Mel settled herself on the bed, figuring she would read for a while, here where she could keep an eye on the most important thing in her life. She settled herself in on Noah's side of the bed; mostly because his pillows still smelled like him, though it gave her little comfort at the moment. She snuggled down in with her book, prepared to try to kill a couple of hours without endless worry. Before long though, she was fighting to keep her eyes open.

Sleep claimed her, torturing her from the moment her eyes closed. This was the sort of nightmare that you just couldn't wake up from; her baby gone, possibly dead. Her husband? Furious with her; so much so that he couldn't even look at her as everyone left to go after the babies. Noah; still not here with her....their family was falling apart before they'd even have a chance to make things work. Her truest love and oldest friend; lost to her forever. Even in her sleep, Melanie whimpered, tossing and turning as she struggled to get out of this terrible dream.

[Noah Abbott]

Noah needed a shower. That was his first thought as he opened the door and dropped his bag right there on the tile. He toed off his shoes, because they were filthy too. He'd rather not postpone the inevitable though, even for a shower so his wife was going to have to deal with him smelly. He roamed the lower part of the house, but they weren't anywhere to be found. He calmed himself and finally managed to cut through the panic to sense them upstairs.

He took the steps quietly, not wanting to startle them- especially if the baby was sleeping. And besides he knew Mel was likely going to be pissed at him for staying away. Honestly he'd planned to stay away till he felt like he wasn't so fucked up in the head... but he couldn't be without them. So she got him fucked up.

He pushed open the bedroom door and saw Mini dozing peacefully in the portable crib. They'd decided a long time ago that even with the nursing, the bedroom was going to be their space- but he couldn't blame her for not wanting their little guy to be out of her sight. She however, was not having a good time of it.

She tossed and turned, which wasn't necessarily a big deal, but when she started whimpering, her face drawn in what could only be terror, he rushed to her despite the dirt all over him and gathered her up in his arms, cradling her as if she were Mini. "C'mon baby wake up." She continued to thrash a bit and finally he couldn't handle it anymore.

"Melanie!" he yelled sharply, knowing that he might wake up Mini, but he couldn't stand her like this, or the thought that once she knew about him... this would be the norm.

[Melanie Abbott]

Melanie felt herself shift, heard someone speaking...someone who sounded like Noah....but it couldn't be, could it? No....probably just more of her head, winding around things she didn't want to think about. He yelled her name sharply though, and she jolted awake, confused for a long moment, blinking rapidly until her eyes cleared, focusing in on her Noah; holding her tightly against him. Somewhere in the back of her head she noted that he was filthy, and his eyes were tortured and raw as he tried to assess just how she might be doing.

"Noah!" She yelped out, her hand flying to her mouth, even as she glanced over at the baby to see if she'd woken him or not. For the moment, at least, he was still asleep. "Hang on a second. Don't move." She whispered, bringing a hand up to his dirt smeared cheek before sliding quickly away from him. She scooped up their sleeping son and moved him quickly to his own bed, turning on the monitor and checking the locks of the windows before she moved back toward the master bedroom. "So....you're home now?" She asked uncertainly, the guilt of all that had happened still weighing on her so much that she found she couldn't meet his gaze. "Do you still hate me?" She asked, her voice still hesitant as she slid onto their bed, uncertain of so much right now.

She wanted to know what had happened; and though she'd gotten the story from Shawn and Lily when they'd brought Mini to her, but somehow she sensed that there were parts that were glossed over, and she was hoping that Noah would fill in those gaps. "I'm so sorry, Noah....I don't blame you if you still hate me; I mean, I deserve it; this is all my fault." She apologized, even as she reached out hesitantly for his hand, afraid to hope that the way she'd woken up; tucked securely in his arms, was the way things were going to stay. Surely, he'd just been worried because she'd obviously been having a nightmare. Surely, once he'd assessed that she was okay, they'd be right back in the midst of the argument they were having before he'd left.

[Noah Abbott]

He knew the moment that she came to awareness because her body tensed and she yelped, sliding out of his arms quickly as she told him not to move. Well that was an encouraging sign... she wasn't running away- exactly. But then she didn't know what he had done either.

She came back in the room, her steps hesitant as she moved slowly to the bed. She asked him if he was home now and he kind of shrugged, holding his hands out as if to say, I'm here aren't I? Then she turned him on his head as she asked if he still hated her. So thats what she thought, but then could he blame her? The way that he'd left things wasnt exactly good. Regardless of how his father had found them, he never blamed her for this- for lying yes, but not this.

He sighed, a weary sound that came from the tips of his toes as he tried to find words to tell her what it was that happened. He wasn't sure he could ever tell her, ever say it out loud. She mistook his silence for... something as she went on about how she wouldn't blame him and she babbled and reached out for his hand as if she thought he would pull away. She would be the one pulling away when she realized what kind of monster he was.

"Mellie, seriously?" he asked her, tired and exasperated. "At what point in this world and the zillion years we have known each other could I ever hate you?" He shook his head in wonder that she could be so silly. "I never hated you. I was pissed as hell, yes, still am frankly," he told her honestly. "But only because you kept that shit from me." He wasn't content to hold her hand though, determined to get as much in as he could before she totally pulled away. He pulled her back into his lap, tucking her head beneath his chin as he inhaled her scent.

"I know I'm filthy right now, just bear with it for a sec, kay?" he asked her rhetorically. "And as for the fault, the bastard was stalking Liz," he said flatly, the mere thought of his father making his blood run cold in his abnormally warm body. He wasn't willing to say anymore right now. "I need a shower," he said tiredly, as if realizing just how long he'd been up and at it so to speak.

[Melanie Abbott]

Noah sighed at her words before asking her 'seriously?' the question hanging in the air in response to her worried rambling. He spelled out that yes, he had been pissed off that she'd been lying.....still was, in fact, but he could never hate her. He didn't stop there though, pulling her into his lap and tucking her head under his chin as he drew in the scent of her hair; a move that was familiar as Noah himself. He noted that he knew he was filthy right now, asking her to deal with it for a moment, before spilling out a piece of news that Shawn and Lily hadn't shared with her. "Stalking Liz?" She repeated slowly, and even as she spoke the words, Melanie felt some of the guilt melting away. At last, she could almost breathe again. The babies hadn't been taken because she was careless; it was merely a coincidence.

Noah repeated that he needed a shower, but his voice was dead....exhausted and defeated, and though she knew that he'd been through enough in the past few days, she couldn't help but press closer to him; eyes closed as she struggled to memorize every bit of this moment; while she was still cradled tight against his chest. "Go bust a shower, love....I can figure out something for dinner while you do?" She suggested, hoping that the idea of her cooking for them would make him smile; at least a little. "Don't worry; I'll order not cook. We both know it's dangerous." She attempted to tease with a slight smile.

Before he could move though, Melanie wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. "I love you Noah....and I'm sorry I lied. Please don't go away like that again, okay?" She whispered, her eyes closed tight against the words that wanted to spill from her mouth. She wanted to tell him just how awful it had been here; waiting and worrying for these last few days, but she didn't. Instead, Mellie pulled back and offered him a smile. "Shower. I'll get dinner ordered, feed the baby and be waiting for you when you come out." She instructed him.

[Noah Abbott]

Noah knew he should probably explain more, say something a little more consoling considering he could all but feel her sag with relief that she had not had a direct hand in this disaster. He felt a little guilty that he hadn't let her know that sooner, that he might have even contributed to that belief with his silence. But he was exhausted, and his brain was just too tied up with.. stuff.

Luckily she attempted to make up for the silence, talking over him as she told him to go take a shower and that she would handle dinner. He merely raised a brow, not up for the normal verbal bantering that would have ensued after the mere suggestion of her attempting to prepare a meal. She teased him about it all the same and he tried to crack a smile, though he was afraid it had come across more like a grimace- at least thats what it felt like on his end.

She hugged him tightly, telling him that she was sorry that she'd lied and asked him not to leave like that again. What was he supposed to say to that? For right now, he had no words and she seemed to know that. She slid off his lap and told him again to take a shower and that she would take care of the rest by the time he was done.

He went soundlessly into the bathroom, shedding his clothes and deciding that he would burn them before they even hit the floor. He didn't want the reminders and even though they could be washed... he would always smell the scent of those trees, and the vampire, and the smoke from the charred cabin. And he would forever associate those clothes with the day he'd become a murderer... beyond redemption.

He stepped under the spray, letting the water wash the dirt and filth away, though it couldn't touch the dirt and filth he felt was crawling under his skin. He washed automatically, because it needed to be done, and his mind wandered back to those moments. For a second, he almost put his fist through the expensive tile, pulling back at the last second to lean his forehead against the cool surface as the water ran down him. He shut it off after a time, wrapping a towel around his waist and wandering back out into the bedroom.

He pulled on some clothes, wandering downstairs to find Melanie and their son. How he wanted to take that little guy and hold him, make sure he was safe. But he couldn't taint that innocence. So he just watched them from the doorway, silently wishing he could turn back the clock.

[Melanie Abbott]

Noah moved off toward the shower finally, and once he did, she turned toward the baby's bedroom where he was currently squalling quietly. "It's alright, baby. Come on...it's dinner time." Melanie cooed quietly at the baby, lifting him and moving toward the changing table to take care of his diaper before moving quietly down stairs to feed the baby. She was just finishing up feeding the baby when she heard the shower shut off. She ordered their dinner while she burped the baby, ordering a small mountain of food; knowing just how hungry her husband likely was; especially considering he'd been god-knew-where for the past four days.

With time to kill before their food showed up, she wandered toward the windows with the baby tucked carefully on her shoulder. She looked out into the rainy night, silently wondering and worrying over all the things that Noah obviously wasn't saying. She knew that his father was dead....as was the campaign manager that had always made her so uncomfortable. Those details, Lily and Shawn had passed on. The way her husband was acting though; that said something else. She wasn't sure what, exactly, and she also wasn't positive that she wanted to know just what was putting that desperate, devastated look in Noah's eyes.

A moment later she turned, jumping slightly at the object of her thoughts; leaning there against the door jam watching them at the window. She studied him for another long moment, even as she was smiling quietly at him. "Daddy's home, baby....we should be celebrating." She murmured quietly, even as she crossed to him hesitantly; still unsure of just what, exactly, was happening between them. What had happened while he'd been gone. "So, we've got some time before dinner's here...and there's a bottle of whiskey in the cupboard." She told him quietly. "I just finished feeding the baby...which means I can have a drink with you, as long as it's a small one." She told him, even as she moved to pass him the baby. Before she could get there though, Noah took a step back, telling her quietly that he'd handle it before moving off toward the dining room.

She followed behind him, settling the baby into his swing and turning it on low before moving off to grab them short glasses and settle herself back at the table, gesturing for Noah and the bottle to join her. "So....we need to talk." Melanie began; knowing that though Noah might not want to do this now, it had to be done, and she preferred sooner to later. "I know you're still mad at me, and we need to talk about it. I'm sorry I lied to you, and I know I've said that before....but I just can't apologize for wanting to talk to my mom; wanting to have some kind of relationship with her, if it's possible....and I need you to try to understand that." She murmured carefully, hoping that this wouldn't just upset him further.

[Noah Abbott]

How he hated those words. Whenever anyone said we need to talk... it meant that shit was about to get bad. As if it could get any worse than it was now. But clearly the woman would not be stopped so he sat there, completely ignoring the glass and taking a swig directly from the whiskey bottle as she started her little speech.

It was a shame really, he'd thought about trying to figure out how much alcohol he would need to get rip-roaring drunk. Could he even do that anymore? God knows he'd like to find some oblivion right now. And as she spoke all he could do was just take another sip and sigh. He shook his head, but didn't say anything, preferring to let her get this out since she clearly had been building up to it since all of this shit went down.

When she finally finished he set the bottle down, blinking to notice that he'd finished all but a few drops of it and didn't even feel a thing. He swore beneath his breath at the futility of it all and shook his head again. "You don't get it," he told her quietly, wearily. "I'm only pissed that you didn't tell me about it. You wanna talk to her, fine talk to her. But don't keep that shit to yourself. If it was such a good thing, why would you keep it a secret?" he asked her curiously, no venom in his voice.

"And I get wanting to have a relationship with her, but if you expect me to like it, you can keep dreaming. Because from this side of the fence, I see a woman suddenly thrilled with the idea of being a grandmother now that you are well and properly married- when she couldn't toss you out on your ass fast enough when you didn't meet standards. Has she even asked about Tori? Does she even care about the child she forced you to give away? No I doubt that, since she could toss her own out so easily," he told her, this time the venom in full effect though it was clear that it was her mother he was mad about.

Maybe she didn't remember it clearly, but he remembered how he'd found her. He knew how devastated she was and how she ached for Tori. "You wanna have a relationship with the woman, by all means, have at it. But I'm not going to pretend to like it."

[Melanie Abbott]

When she finally finished with her little speech, Noah set the bottle down, seemingly surprised that he'd all but finished the bottle aside from a few drops. He informed her that she just didn't get it; that he was only pissed off because she'd lied; no other reason. He continued on; telling her in very plain terms that if she wanted to have a relationship with her mother, to have at it. He posed a another question; asking why, if this was such good news, she'd had to keep it a secret?

Before she could answer him though, Noah spoke again, telling her exactly what it was that he was seeing here; a woman who loved the idea of grandchildren....now that there was a husband to back it up....even though it hadn't really been all that long ago that her mother had thrown her out as fast as possible before. He continued on; asking the tough questions; had her mother even asked about Tori? Did she even care? For those questions she had no answer. Partly because she was now crying silently; trying like hell not to let him see it, though there was no way he didn't know, and partly because he was right, and that would be the hardest part to admit. Hadn't she done the most selfish thing possible by putting her whole family at risk of being disappointed by a woman she already knew she couldn't necessarily trust.

He finished his little rant, the venom all but dripping from his voice, though Melanie knew that it wasn't her he was angry at; it was what he automatically expected from her mother after all this time. "No...and that's exactly it, Noah. That's why I didn't tell you...because I knew you wouldn't even try to pretend to like it, and I knew that we'd fight about it, and I didn't want that. I still don't. I don't want to fight with you, Noah. I love you." She whispered, wiping the tears away before looking up at him seriously.

"You're right, you know." She whispered, her eyes down. "It's not fair to Tori....or to me, or you or Mini, for that matter. It's not fair that he's accepted, and so am I again, for that matter, because we're married. "I just....I don't know. I got caught up, Noah...and I can't think about Tori...about all of that....if I do it's a slippery slope into all of those regrets. Things all could have been so different..." She trailed off there with a shake of her head. "I won't talk to her anymore. You're right; it's a bad idea. We already decided. None of that toxic shit for our kids. I'm sorry." She murmured again, her eyes falling to focus on her hands that were currently wound together in her lap; unsure of what to say now.

[Noah Abbott]

Noah just listened to her, and even though her explanation made a weird sort of sense, all he could think of was that she was wrong. It was true he wouldn't have liked it, but he wouldn't have fought about it either. His wife was a big girl and if she wanted to throw herself out there to be broken, it was on her. He'd be there to pick up the pieces when the inevitable happened- because it was certain to happen, at least in his own mind.

"I'm not fighting with you Melanie," he said quietly, using her full name for a change. "And I didn't say you couldn't talk to her anymore. She's your mother, and if you want to talk to her, then you talk to her. But I'm just telling you to be careful. And until you are sure about that, I don't want Mini around her much. I don't want her making this big bond with him and then taking a walk. She can see him, but please don't fight me on this," he said in his weary voice, hoping that it would not be a fight.

And he felt bad for bringing up Tori. It was true that they didn't talk about her, but she was in the back of his head always. So it had just popped out of his mouth and he didn't think about how it would affect her. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to throw Tori in your face, it wasn't like that. Its just that your parents piss me off so much," he told her truthfully.

He hadn't missed the way that she'd said kids. A week or so ago, the thought would have made him puff up his chest. Now? He didn't wanna pass on this monster shit to anyone else. "Its fine Mel," he told her quietly, not wanting to fight with her or make her feel bad. Hell, he just wanted to be able to look at her as long as he could, so that when she found out about him and took off, he'd have the memories to keep him going.

[Melanie Abbott]

Noah let her get through her jumbled explanation-slash-apology before he spoke again; telling her in a weary voice that this wasn't a fight; he wasn't saying that she couldn't talk to her anymore; just that she should be careful when extending her heart to this woman who had disappointed her before. He also told her point blank that he didn't want Mini around her, explaining his reasons before continuing on with an apology now. He apologized for throwing her daughter in her face; explaining that he hadn't meant it like that, but her parents just pissed him off so much. That, at least, she could relate to. He assured her that it was fine, and Melanie could tell by the tone of his voice that he didn't want to fight with her. Not now, at least.

"I know they piss you off, Noah. And, I understand why. Honestly, I do. Also? Just for the record? I had no intention of doing anything but talking to my mother. I haven't sent her pictures, I haven't told her where we are....I'm not sure I can trust her, and until I am, I'll be the only one to get hurt by this. I'll be damned if she's going to hurt my son the way she's hurt me. I mean, I can handle it, but Mini....I can't let her do that to him." She whispered, her eyes going automatically to the baby who was watching her owlishly from the swing. Before she could speak any further though, their doorbell rang. "Dinner" Mel murmured, standing to move toward the door, grabbing her purse on the way to be able to pay the delivery guy.

She brought the bag to the counter before moving back to the table to sit down, prepared to finish this conversation before they moved onto dinner. "Also, for the record, I don't feel like you were throwing Tori in my face....you were asking what I should have been thinking about in the first place.... it just... I don't know. It hurts so badly to think about her, and about how if I'd just been a little smarter, this all could have been different." She whispered, her eyes pain-filled at the thought of the daughter she barely knew. "Thank you." She murmured, sliding from her seat to go settle herself on his lap, more than a little anxious to get rid of this awkward distance between them. "For being so worried about me and my feelings...and for sort-of understanding why I did this." Mellie whispered, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his lips; one he only kinda-returned.

"Are you hungry?" She wondered; unsure of what was going on in Noah's head. "We can re-locate to the living room if you want to; pop in a movie and have dinner on the couch." She suggested hopefully. Truly, right now there was no where she'd rather be than in Noah's arms.

[Noah Abbott]

Noah was trying really hard to focus on the here and now. He would take anything to latch onto in order to keep him here in this moment and not going back in his mind to that moment. Over and over it played in his head, like it was on a continuous loop. She thanked him and he nearly scoffed at the absurdity of HER thanking HIM. He was so struck by the idea of it that when she kissed him, he only just barely kissed her back.

She then switched tracks on him, asking him if he was hungry and suggesting that they go into the living room and watch a movie and have dinner on the couch. Any other day maybe the idea of cuddling with her on the couch would be ideal. But he knew that right know, with these thoughts running through his head, there would be nothing stopping his mind from wandering if he was sitting there simply watching a movie.

While he pondered this for a moment he glanced over and saw Mini asleep in the swing. He wanted so badly to go pick him up but there was something in him that just felt like he couldn't taint something so innocent. So he suggested to Mel, "I think Mini needs to go to bed," waiting for her to go pick him up. She shot him a puzzled look as if to ask why he didn't do it, but he said nothing.

When she had come back downstairs she started to unpack the food and he just realized that he couldn't do this right now. This domestic bliss dinner and a movie was not what he needed right now. And he prayed to whoever might still give a damn about him that he wasn't about to screw it up even more.

He moved behind her, taking a container from her hand and setting it resolutely on the counter. Then he did the same thing to the dish in her other hand. He had efficiently trapped her between him and the counter, his front to her back. "Dinner is well and good," he practically growled into her ear. "But right now I'm going to take you upstairs, I'm going to toss you on the bed... and I'm going to fuck you until you scream so loud that the whole damn street will be up with the baby," he told her seriously as he bit her ear sharply before sucking it between his lips.

He knew she deserved soft and flowery after what they'd been through. He couldn't give it to her- not right now.. not yet. He picked her up, carrying her up the stairs and doing just what he said he would, he tossed her on the bed, just looking down on her. "Ditch the clothes Melanie or you are going to have to buy new ones," he told her seriously.

[Melanie Abbott]

Noah thought about her idea for a moment, even as he glanced over at the baby who was now sleeping soundly in his swing. Indeed, their Mini was about done for the night.....or, at least the first part of it. Naturally, she was expecting him up around 3 am for his feeding, but that was standard now. This would be his first big stretch of sleep for the night. Obviously, her husband was aware because he suggested she take him to bed, which she did, but not before tossing a baffled look at him. Why in the world wouldn't he want to do it himself? After all, he'd been gone for almost the past week; hadn't he been missing Mini? The look in his eyes said yes, but there was still hesitation; a hesitation that she didn't understand. Rather than linger on those thoughts, she instead picked up her sleepy, sweet bundle and moved him toward the stairs, anxious now to get him settled and get back to Noah.

Obviously, he needed her most right now.

She moved back down the stairs and toward the kitchen, unpacking the giant bag of food carefully so that they could have their makeshift picnic in the living room. Soundlessly, Noah moved through the room, and she sensed him there behind her rather than heard him. Suddenly he was just there, pressed into her back as his hands carefully removed first the carton of fried rice from one, then the dish from the other as he began to whisper harshly into her ear, telling her with no hesitation that dinner could wait for now. He continued on, and it was both the sharp nip to her ear and his words that made her gasp. He let his lips move over her ear, soothing the sting he'd just caused before he was swiftly spinning her around and all but tossing her over his shoulder.

Noah did exactly what he'd said he would do; hauling her up the stairs and into their bedroom before tossing her unceremoniously on the bed and stood there, just staring down at her. He instructed her to ditch her clothes, telling her that if she didn't she'd have to buy new ones, but it was the use of her full name that stopped her in her tracks. That he meant his implied threat to destroy her clothes, she was certain of that, but it was the slightly dark light that had come into his eyes that made her uncertain. The Noah she'd known as a lover had always been careful and gentle, and though she'd always known that this harder edge was buried there inside of him, this was the first time she'd ever seen it first hand. He'd meant exactly what he'd said in the kitchen, Melanie realized with a slight thrill. This man in front of her was needy and desperate to lose himself in her, and if that was all he needed from her, how could she do anything but comply?

With that thought in mind, she offered him a slight smile. "What are you waiting for?" She wondered, hoping she was sounding more bold than she was feeling in this moment.

[Noah Abbott]

Noah merely glanced down at his wife with a shrug as if to say, well they are your clothes... you wanna ruin them, thats your problem. Because honestly, Noah didn't care right now. When she tossed that small smile up in his direction and asked him what he was waiting for, he couldn't help the smirk that crossed his lips.

"I hope you aren't attached to this outfit baby, because its not going to be fit for anything but rags in a second," he promised her. His hands reached for her nursing tank, grabbing it at the neck and tearing it right down the middle. He didnt even bother to take the tattered pieces off of her, he just pushed them aside so that he could stare at her breasts, which were blissfully naked to his gaze. She might be unsure of him right now, but she was clearly interested, if the way the tips hardened up beneath his stare was any indication.

He wanted her naked, but even more than that, he wanted- no he needed to feel her. He filled his hands with her, grateful as ever for the way her body had changed since having the baby. He thumbed her nipples, pinching them a little harder than he would have ordinarily as he rolled them between his fingertips. "You are so fucking hot," he told her seriously as he lifted her breasts at the same time he lowered his head, wrapping his lips around one taut peak.

He groaned as the taste of her exploded on his tongue and he realized how much he'd missed her and how much he craved her- craved this. But he wasn't nearly done. He'd heard her shocked gasp when he'd torn her tank top. He wasn't nearly done. He was merciful with her stretchy yoga pants, sliding them off of her and tossing them over his shoulder. But her panties... well he wasn't so sorry about those. He ripped them right off her body. "Oh? did you like those? he asked rhetorically as he knelt on the bed beside her.

He leaned forward, biting gently the tip of one breast as his hand slid over her abdomen and lower. The way he was feeling, they were going to be here for a while. He wanted her in about a million different ways, for as long as it took to get there. He knew a brief pang of conscience because he knew he was using this to escape his own mind- but it was clearly pushed to the side the second his finger slid over her center- finding that she was clearly intrigued by this side of him. "Hellcat likes it a little rough does she," he murmured against her skin as he nipped his way up her body to whisper against her ear before biting that too.