* The song for this post is The greatest love of all By Whitney Houston . The opening line of "I believe the children are our future" seemed very appropriate to me for a legacy, and I mean c'mon! Whitney Houston! N'uff said. Enjoy! *
Sunday was spent not so much as a family. Each individual seemed to want to do things on their own, and I was helpless but to oblige. Kristopher wanted to finish a book. He doesn't have the bookworm trait, but somehow I don't sense this little guy is going to be a barrel of laughs. But that's neither here nor there. What's important is that he started off the day with some leftover fish and chips, and then settled in with a good book.
Crimson dressed in her favorite dress again. and carefully applied her makeup. She had no desire to go any one place, so I guided her someplace I thought she would like. The Gotique Library seemed the ideal spot for a Sim like Crimson to relax and forget her worried, at least for a little bit.
Hmm, well isn't that interesting. We find Kristopher back at the table, eating fish and chips again. Poor little tyke is exhausted and headed off for bed right after finishing his meal.
He stood in the kitchen, transfixed by the site before him. As Crimson lazily began to go up the stair case she trailed one hand along the railing. The other hand slid down her neck, slowly trailing along her neckline and at last settled on her belt. She unbuckled it smoothly and left it dangling off the railing. She reached the top and disappeared from Hanks view. As he started towards the stair case to follow his wife he caught site of her dress, failing over the banister. At the same time he heard Crimson utter a low, almost primal laugh. He quickened his steps and added his own clothes to the pile along the way.
He took the stairs two at a time, and as he reached the top he saw her. She stood just beyond the open bedroom door facing him. She smiled coyly as Hank freed himself from his pants, and licked her lips. She turned and began to crawl onto the bed, arching her back as she did. As Hank neared the door she looked over her shoulder at him. "What took you so long?" She purred. Hank never answered her question. By the time she had the last word out, he was already ravishing her with his mouth.
After they were both spent, they cuddled together in bed, for the first time in a very long time.
"I missed you" she said softly. He felt his breath catch in his throat and blinked back the tears that threatened to spill from his eyes. Even though they had been under the same roof and slept in the same bed the whole time, she had felt a million miles away from him.
"I missed you too baby. So, so much" Their mouths were mere inches apart as Hank spoke the words and he watched Crimson now struggle back her own tears. Poor dear he thought as he tenderly brought his lips to hers So strong, yet so delicate at the same time.
"Hank, you know that I love you right? More than anything. Nothing will ever make me stop loving you" she spoke in a rush, almost as though she felt she would never again get the opportunity. Maybe deep down that was what she feared.
"Of course I know that Crim. And I hope you know I would kill for you. I love you so much it's almost more than I can bare sometimes" he said honestly. She touched his arm and leaned in to kiss his cheek.
"Let me look into those incredible eyes of yours" he said, gently brushing her hair out of her eyes. They stood like that for awhile. Him gently cradling her head, her arms locked around his waist. No more words were spoken, just mumbled reassurances of love from both parties, followed by light gentle kisses.