Part 157
Sarah worked well into the night on the site for the cruise before finally giving up. She looked at her watch to see that it was almost one in the morning. ‘God,’ she thought. ‘I should take my OWN advice. I hope ‘D’ comes back soon.’
She closed out the program, disconnecting from the internet, but left it running so that she could show Howie what she had done in the morning. She smiled knowing that he would love it no matter what she did. Sleepily, she went to their bedroom, changed quickly into her nightie…Howie’s favorite…purple satin with spaghetti straps and short. Then she turned the lights down casting a soft glow through the room. Snuggling into the bed, Sarah pulled Howie’s pillow to her and pulled the covers up around her.
‘Hmmm….I can smell his cologne,’ she thought sleepily. Then feeling the fluttering in her stomach, she put her hand there and said, "Daddy will be here soon."
Howie made his way into the room quietly hoping that Sarah would be asleep. Before closing the door though, he hung the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign up. Undressing as he went, Howie headed to the bedroom…and his wife. He hated nights like this. Every where he’d looked, he’d expected to see her standing there, waiting patiently for him to dance with her. There were women…there were always women but they weren’t HER. When they were apart, his every thought was of her. He was consumed by her…her smile, her scent, everything about her.
Howie stopped at the door. The soft light of the room shown on her sleeping form taking his breath away. She was lying on her side with the covers kicked off and her arms were wrapped around his pillow. He smiled to himself knowing that her sleep had not been peaceful. His absence had meant she’d tossed and turned in her sleep, searching for him.
Her nightie was around her waist, exposing her and Howie felt himself harden. He had to have her. Sliding into bed behind her, he took her in his arms and began kissing her back.
Sarah was in that state somewhere between being awake and being asleep. She was awake enough to be aware of his presence but still asleep enough not to be able to speak. Her body instinctively responded to his touch craving his warmth.
Howie slowly entered her from behind feeling her engulf him. ‘God, she’s so hot and wet. What is she dreamin’?’ he thought as he stroked in and out. He made love to her holding her as if she’d slip away. Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, so naturally, so instinctively. Together, they climaxed and then Howie lay behind her still holding her close, one hand on her stomach.
Sleepily, Howie whispered, "I love you, Angel."
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Becca tossed and turned until 8:30 a.m. before giving up and getting out of bed. Nick was dead to the world, but even in his sleep it looked like a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders. She wondered what he and Howie had done last night, but was glad that Nick had had some down time. There were times lately that she felt like such a burden and was grateful to Howie and Sarah for helping her keep an eye on him. She let herself into the sitting room of the suite before stretching and groaning as her back popped and creaked.
She tried to see her feet and ankles, but had to resort to looking at them in the full-length mirror. Hmm, not bad, she thought. The swelling was down this morning and her rings didn't feel as tight, either. Pulling her robe on, she opened the door to look for the complimentary morning paper and walked straight into Billy.
"Yes?" he asked.
"Damn, Billy, it's like walking into a brick wall," she mumbled.
"Good morning to you, too," he grinned broadly.
Becca rolled her eyes and sighed. "Good morning, Billy."
"Much better. Hurts my feelings when my little clients aren't nice to me first thing in the morning."
Becca giggled. "Little? Billy, you're too much. I haven't been little for months."
"It's all relative, Bec, next to me ANYONE'S little."
"True. Ok, score one point for you." She tried to bend over for the paper, but he picked it up for her before she could retrieve it. "Thank you," she said politely.
"You're welcome," he grinned. "How you feel today?"
"Fine," she answered. "Why?"
"No reason, just checking."
"Oh, well, okay. See you later." She wandered back in, locking the door behind her. If there was one thing she'd learned being married to Nick, it was to always lock the doors. Even with security there had been some rather embarrassing fan encounters in the hotels. Better not to take chances.
The silence was deafening. God, this is awful, she thought. She sat down with the paper and managed to amuse herself till 9:00. Peering out into the hall, she tiptoed to Sarah and Howie's room to look for company, but found the do not disturb sign still up. Back in her own room she showered and dressed and Nick STILL slumbered like a baby.
She dialed Sarah's room, figuring that if they really didn't want to be disturbed they'd have the phone turned off. Three rings later, a very sleepy Sarah answered.
"Hello?"
"Sis! You're up!"
"Yeah, I am, but Howie isn't. At least not anymore," she giggled.
"Eww, god, too much information. I don't tell you all the details about MY sex life, do I?"
"Dunno, Bec, how much reality DO you put into your fic?"
Becca blushed. "Never mind. I need a favor."
"Sure. Whassup?"
"Nick is dead to the world and I'm bored to tears. Mind if I come over and check my email?"
"Sure come on over. I was just getting ready to show D the changes I made to the website, so it's already connected."
"Cool! Be right there."
Becca made herself at home and began scrolling through the archived messages for the BSB lists she belonged to. It had been ages since she logged on, and she jumped right to the most recent messages. How cute! There was a review of Aaron's concert, and some pics of Nick that had been taken by a fan in the fourth row. She forwarded those to her private email address and went back to reading. She was almost at the last message when a headline grabbed her attention.
NICK AND WILLA IN BATON ROUGE!