The Thickness of Cream, The Pureness of Love (Desperate Housewives, Bree/Katherine, R, 2/2) 5/6
Five years later, Keosauqua, Iowa
Katherine was exhausted. She didn't know why she couldn't have hired an intern to do her work, deciding she could handle it herself.
She would have to send out a classified ad and something on craigslist to rectify that situation, and quickly. Because she had almost missed one of the milestones she had sworn to be there for. Running in the door of the three-story Victorian which the two women had lovingly restored two years before for in the small unknown town in the crook of Iowa, she was smiling as she yelled loud enough to carry her voice up to the second floor.
"Bree! Your lovely wife is home!" She set her jacket on the tree and shrugged off her blazer, still having the energy of the cheerleader she had in the past, running up the stairs in order to catalog the next lovely moment in their wonderful life together.
Louis Street was unlike Wisteria Lane in every way. Though there was neighborhood camaraderie to be found, none of the characteristics of their former addresses were to be found. No strange weather events, arsons, or oddball men to be found in a town it took them six months to pronounce right. They had complete peace and quiet, and the safety of knowing that their lives were between themselves, and only themselves.
Both of them had never considered moving to Iowa until Katherine found out the state allowed gay marriage, an issue that had been at a deadly standstill between the legislators of their own statehouse at the time. She was afraid of even asking Bree, knowing the firm woman had been the lead figure in Fairview to pressure her state senator in placing a same-sex marriage ban on the ballot, which passed with overwhelming support due to a family values campaign. After a year and a half, their relationship was so close that the Mayfair home was being rented as she had long moved into Bree's, and while the other housewives had supported them both, the general tenor of the neighborhood changed when Bree and Katherine came out to extreme disapproval and a hateful blacklisting at the hands of a the matrons of Fairview's social clubs.
But with her love for Katherine, her views had changed. She had never intended for the law to discriminate against others, only to follow her personal views of marriage. But with Katherine, those had changed considerably. She was saddened by how homophobic those in the extreme could be towards her own moderate view. And living with Katherine she yearned for the security of knowing her entire estate would be distributed by her kind girlfriend rather than Orson hiring a predatory lawyer and somehow doing something vile and nullifying her will entirely, leaving Katherine, Danielle and Andrew without anything, not even the power to determine if she could continue living if in a horrible accident. With the security of knowing Katherine could make medical decisions for her, she yearned for those basic human rights she had been blind to in the religious fervor of her pastor encouraging her to not give one thought to the 'no' side.
Two exact years after that first night they came together, Katherine had planned a proposal and a speech she hoped would turn her girlfriend's mind around. Within two minutes of it however, and before she could get down on bended knee, Bree found a way to make the traditional proposal meaningless. As Katherine quoted verses and speeches making Bree see the light, she held up her hand.
"Kitty, please stop." She shook her head and scoffed. "I know you think you need to make more points than Jerry Falwell here to convince me you want to marry me, but--"
"How do you know I want to wed you?" She said, shocked. Bree just smiled.
"Just ask. You might be surprised." She felt that anticipation in her throat as after feeling like it was an impossible mountain to climb, Katherine displayed her grandmother's engagement ring and asked the question that had been on her mind for a year.
"Brianna Van de Kamp, will you do me the honor of being your wife?"
There was no buildup, no arguments at all. Only Bree's face lighting up as she presented her hand and whispered one word.
"Yes."
Their business was growing beyond leaps and bounds, their services asked for across the state. However word of the women's marriage was spread by a vindictive woman outside of Wisteria Lane, and other providers of craft and catering services made it clear they would not cooperate with MayKamp Enterprises at all in any way. Feeling hurt by women and others they formerly considered allies, both women made the toughest choice of their lives.
They had planned to marry in another state and return after the wedding. But sensing the hostility and knowing they were leaving a deep void in the neighborhood, they both decided to move to the small Iowa town. Tears and hugs were exchanged between the women as they said goodbye to Susan, Lynette, Gaby and Edie, both of them hurting but thankful that they supported their love, no matter that the state and the church told them it was wrong. Both of their families were split. Bree's entire family outside of her children shunned her, and she found Andrew presenting her to Katherine in the quiet and simple ceremony eight months later in a small church along the Des Moines River south of their newly adopted hometown, while Katherine's was more welcome to her new wife than she ever expected.
In Iowa, they found everyone welcoming their business with open arms, telling them all the time that who they loved didn't matter. Soon they even found themselves presenting homemaking tips on a local radio station, which caught the interest of the state's public television network. They began to produce a show which would slowly go regional, and they held out hope that national distribution was only so far away. The network didn't even bat an eye at their marriage, only happy that their skills were second to none. MayKamp was doing well and both Bree and Katherine were living very comfortably in Keosauqua. Although some were prejudiced, those were only a select few who both women knew could not be changed.
With everything thriving and financial security assured, Katherine decided last year to let Bree know her deepest secret. Scared about the woman's reaction, she prepared to be thrown out when she told Bree that years before in the worst years with Wayne, scared that her family legacy would end due to Dylan having been adopted and her scornful husband never open to the idea of her having another child, she had frozen her eggs in the hope her lineage would continue.
Surprisingly, Bree was open to it, and the idea of having a fresh start. Though internally she considered the ramifications of carrying her wife's child, both religiously, scientifically, and in the realm that she would be collecting social security while her youngest child collected their diploma, her heart was open to her love. After a month of consideration and asking Danielle and Andrew if they would be open to the idea of having a new brother or sister, she told Katherine her decision, hands clasped, heart open.
"I wear your ring, you have my heart. Katherine, I would never forgive myself if my womb would not provide a comforting place for the development of...our child." Her composure broke, and she cried happily as the woman enveloped her with the deepest hug she ever gave to her wife. Both of them felt it was the right choice for their future, to have a life where they could have one child which would grow up in a home filled with complete love, rather than the thin veneer of such.
Bree underwent the fertilization process with Katherine's encouragement always there for her. The woman's love for her wife increased, soothed Katherine saying her love would be everlasting and was blessed and true. Both of them spent weeks deciding on the perfect donor, eventually going with an anonymous donor who attended Stanford and was a biometrical engineer. About as far away from Rex, Orson and Wayne as could possibly be found.
The treatments went well. Although the first two treatments wouldn't take root, Bree was patient with the doctors and Katherine, praying every night that she would be blessed. The third try would work well completely, and the day she finally saw the plus character in a pregnancy test, she was overjoyed, thanking Katherine for loving her and giving her another one of their infamous long periods of lovemaking which always left them exhausted, yet wanting for more.
Two months later, they found out they would be further blessed. "Mrs. Mayfair-Van de Kamp, you're not eating for two," the doctor told them. "There are two bundles of joy kicking in that belly."
"You are shitting me!" Bree immediately closed her mouth and apologized to the doctor and Katherine for her sudden profanity. "I'm...er, we are having twins?"
"That you are, a boy and a girl." Katherine was overjoyed, while Bree's emotions swung towards full-on emotional tears.
"I...I never thought at...at my age...oh my God." She smiled through her tears. "Kitty, we're blessed. We...we're having twins. I'm...I'm carrying two of our children."
"You are," Katherine said, soothing her wife with a rubbing of her back. "I would have never thought in my wildest dreams that you...us...we'd have it so well."
Suddenly, planning around one child went out the window. Their former home office had to become a bedroom for their future daughter and they hired contractors that in a couple weeks would configure the two rooms into an expanded nursery with a door keeping them separate. Their interior design skills came in handy and they came up with the perfect compromise between form, function, and hopeful sanity when the children grew up and no longer wanted their two mommies butting in on them and both wanted individual peace and quiet.
For now, that was on the back burner. Bree had decided to take time away from MayKamp and nest, wanting to give the developing babies the least stressful germination possible. Katherine became the breadwinner and kept her wifely duties strong, being at Bree's beck and call when she had her strongest pregnancy cravings.
She wanted everything in creamed form. Creamed corn, creamed spinach, creamed cabbage. The kitchen took on a pungent odor at night, but Bree couldn't get enough of it. She also drank milk in copious qualities to keep the diseases of her early fifties at bay and to build up a reserve of protein and calcium. She also exercised whenever she could, but would still give Katherine the time to keep their love strong.
Now she was finding her happy medium between morning sickness and that time in her pregnancy where she felt so alluring and so needy. She would look herself in the mirror every morning and find herself growing in wonderful ways. Looking at her stomach through maternity tops and feeling her breasts change, this time she felt no shame in stating her desires. She would not be content to take a pillow between her legs and find a pithy orgasm, something she had to do in her previous pregnancies to soothe her needs, Rex not exactly welcome to making love with a pregnant woman.
She was glowing heavily. Hearing her wife call from the front door, she positioned herself in the bed, ready to pounce.
"Upstairs, Kath," she yelled out, giggling and feeling all of her usual morals go out the window. She bit down on her lip as the sounds of the steps increase until Katherine's heel tips hit the hardwood floor of the landing. She was serene and calm as Katherine took the last few steps towards their beautiful bedroom, her eyes trained upon the door, in wait.
The doorknob twisted. Door opening. She had never felt so nervous before...
"So, how was your d--"
Opening the door all the way, Katherine had expected her honey in bed, craving creamed eggplant and likely asking for a footrub.
It was obvious from the picture Bree presented upon her wife that it wasn't her feet that needed rubbing.
Sitting up in the bed, green eyes were trained on heated brown pupils and Katherine knew she wasn't in Fairview anymore, nor did she dare want to click her heels three times to get out of there.
"How are you, Kitty?" Bree's voice was on full flirt as she watched Katherine's jaw laid slack, her heels suddenly seeming too tall and oxygen suddenly not being inhaled into her lungs. "I have been missing you...al day."
Her hand, festooned with the shimmering, yet simple diamond wedding band proclaiming her love for her auburn partner, trailed down from her long hair and towards her stomach. Her nose twitched as she did her damned well best to convince Katherine that there would be no need to leave that bedroom the rest of the evening.
The classical tray of fruits, liquid chocolates and whipped cream was laid out on the nightstand next to her, along with the cinnamon shaker. The white chocolate had crème de menthe stirred into it, adding another dimension of flavor. But that tray was far from both women's minds.
"All day?" Katherine said, a smile moving onto her lips. "Honey, are you OK?"
"I am now." Bree uncharacteristically giggled as she felt the heat of her lover's stare overtake her. "You see, I did kind of lie." She bit on her lip. "I only felt a...little kick. But for all I know, it could just be gas buildup, not little Heather or little Harper telling Mommy they wanted their Momma to come by and feel how powerful their tiny little feet are."
"A little white lie, Bree?" Katherine shook her head in disapproval, though with a little smirk telling Bree not to worry. "You had me rush home to...to..."
She couldn't keep her eyes off Bree in any way. They refused to budge. Bree laid back a bit, supported by a pillow.
"It was never this bad with the other kids. Not at all." Her hand brushed along her stomach, eliciting Katherine to swallow in an attempt to keep herself hydrated. "Of course, I didn't have a fellow woman like you taking me in as if thinking my womb is the most fertile things besides the cornfields in this little slice of America we live in. Or undressing me even as I had morning sickness that would make weaker women roll over dead."
"How did you get this?" Katherine shook her head. "We'd have to go to fucking Des Moines to find something that sensual, missy. Did you go off all alone to--"
"Actually..." Bree twisted her index finger inward to have Katherine walk closer. "You know how I wrote that letter to the girls in Fairview about my having twins?"
"Mm-hmm."
"I guess Gaby and Susan really do have a soft spot for us. Because a couple days ago, I got a lovely Fed Ex package from them filled with treats. But not only that, it seems like they decided that knowing our sex drives for so long...they thought mine would be very intense. Thus..." She tried to bring Katherine's eyes back to her. "Are you enjoying this?"
"I'm...I have no idea." Katherine stumbled over her words. "I mean, I am..."
"You are, I hope." She saw Katherine shaking in her heels. In the years they knew each other, she had never seen that stare in Katherine's eyes.
She wanted to see it more. A finger ran across an edge of the fabric.
"You know, Katherine...I think I might know another little secret about you."
"You...you do?"
"Mm-hmm?" A little smile, and she slid that hand down to the intended place. Eyes shifted immediately.
"It's sort of not the best idea to leave the computer running before you leave and forget to close out your browsing session." Her eyes blinked as Katherine began to realize what was happening. "I mean, I would have expected you to continue to show love to me, no matter what. You would have been creative and willing, and I am more open with you in so many ways." Sucking on her lips, Bree let them gloss in the sight of her technical surrogate. "If you would have admitted this though, I may have been a bit adverse and needed to be talked to about it. However, I got it in my mind and for the last two days..."
She pinched her fingers together. The auburn-haired woman, standing in place, in shock.
A white liquid came out from between them. The pregnant woman had found just the way to encourage their love further.
"Does the idea of that make you hot for the mother of your babies? Of finding a new way to share?"
"Buh-buh-buh-buh..." The woman felt a tightness through her entire body.
"Are you saying my name...or are you commenting on my breasts?" Her pale skin reddened as she felt the heat of her wife's gaze weigh upon her. "Or rather, what is currently within them?"
Oh my God. This is...my brain is beyond fried. Katherine had no words as she took in her wife in the slinkiest maternity baby doll she had ever seen. An emerald shade of green which matched her lover's sparkling eyes, it was an article of clothing that she knew Gaby had definitely chosen for Bree. There was absolutely no way the other girls had dared purchase it for her.
Nothing was hidden. It was green, but it might as well have been invisible. Bree's entire body, changed by the pregnancy to become curvy and voluptuous, was on display through the sinfully sheer fabric. Her breasts, her stomach...and then the matching little thong on her bottom half, which barely hid the thin growth of Bree's curled mat of hair lining her slit. It completely showed her off, and in Katherine's eyes, turned the conservative mistress into a sensual plaything meant for her to do whatever she wanted.
In her past, she would have been angry if her husband dared her to wear it.
But he was a pig. Bree had never laid one finger on her, and was still stone sober and strong. She was on the straight and narrow and always talked out her conflicts with her wife using words. The only thing in Katherine's mind in that moment?
Unbridled lust. Her body contracted as she realized that Bree had caught onto something she was showing a fair curiosity in, but would never ask Bree to do, risking her wrath.
"Y...y....you're...lactating?? She felt warm, her cheeks reddening as the drips of milk trailed down the thin negligee and across her beloved's freckled skin. "Umm, far be it for me to make excuses, but I only meant to...look up procedures for breastfeeding."
Bree shook her head. The smiled directed her wife's way told Katherine that they excuse wouldn't fly.
"I would not usually depend on that Wikipedia to source anything correct, much less your deepest sexual desires," she noted, shifting back onto the bed into a laying position, opening some space on the end of the bed for Katherine to sit upon. "Lactation. I would have thought there was a high doubt that you were into what they call...a kink. But erotic lactation? Right there in the Google box in the right-hand corner?" A wry little laugh. "I know you, sweetheart. Your curiosity is piqued and suddenly you are thinking 'would my lovely and incredibly hot and patient wife be into something like that? Would she object or chase me out the house with a rolling pin?' Seeing as I am not the cliché of a 1930's comic strip housewife, you should probably figure on the former, Kitty."
Katherine found it hard to breathe. She was planning to only reveal the kink only when Bree was incredibly comfortable, almost asleep and in an amorous mood, ready to pull away in case Bree would scold her. She had seen the woman lighten her views on life through their three years of marriage, even to the point in the run up to the pregnancy to convince Bree to lock her firearm in a high safe, something the prim woman did only after weeks of debate and convincing that Katherine would pay to reinforce their home with a better lock and alarm system.
Her body flushed, eyes glazed over, she felt unsteady in her heels. Very unlike the homemaker façade she had put on hours before at the studio their program was taped, she found yet another facet to her wife she would have never imagined learning about the first bitter time they ever met.
"So not only do you enjoy being tied up with a scarf..." She slowly stepped head-to-toe, shrugging the dark violet sweater off over her blouse without a care and knowing any article of clothing on the ground would usually earn her weeks of ire. Licking her lips, she continued the laundry list of lust further. "You're also the type who at work, in front of all our employees, gave me a back massage while beneath your skirt you pushed yourself against me." The buttons down her pink satin blouse were undone one at a time. "Revealing that my ass was meeting the business end of a strap-on which you would use to great effect later in our locked office."
Bree brightened at the memory, remembering how shy she was choosing it from a web store and then having it shipped, but once she had it on, felt incredible power over her lover.
"You then used it later. And boy did you ever use it," Bree husked. "Also, you don't get off too innocent, either. You know how you are when you get dominatrix and I play the submissive. You have the whip and the leather bustier while asserting I am your sexual servant. It reminds me of something. I can't recall, but it had to be in a film..." She decided to stop thinking about that and began to massage and tweak her nipple, the white substance building across the bud. "Whatever it is, I'm happy I get to be your plaything."
Three more buttons undone on Katherine's blouse. Bree felt herself watering, her green eyes gleaming with lust. The sight of her wife undressing even now still brought her back to that familiar first time of taking off Katherine's sundress in her bedroom. Freckled skin, framed against a bra of blue. She pulled the tails of the blouse from the grey pencil skirt and undid the remaining buttons, keeping a slow walk towards the bed to tease Bree. Undoing the cuffs, Katherine was hardly feeling like the quiet and reserved woman she was on outside appearances.
"You are not a plaything," she corrected Bree, feeling a bit offended that she would compare herself to something as pithy as an Easy Bake Oven. "You are a living embodiment of my dreams, the mother of my children, my wife, my lover, and half of my heart." She straightened the starched cotton blouse one last time before letting it fall from her shoulders in one easy motion, cascading down the back of her body. Hair flowing down to just halfway down her bra straps, she was as Bree predicted definitely aging into an ever beautiful woman, the only augmentations to her morning routines natural products such as olive oil, beeswax, things that her and Bree would shop for when they went into Burlington or on visits into the city while visiting Fairview. "You're also not a collectible, a porcelain doll meant to collect dust within a china cabinet." Now Bree was the one being undone as Katherine bent to her knees, a finger bent to beckon Bree towards her.
"If anything, Bree," she cooed, "You are like a very luxurious and comfortable chair, a constant companion who never judges and is always ever patient. I can tell you everything in my life and you will listen, nuzzling me with comfort no matter what."
"So I'm a leather chair?" The woman was impressed. "I guess we could say the guys in our lives were like patio chairs going by your analogy."
"Not even that; those cheesy inflatable chairs with decals of sports logos upon their entirety in a haphazard fashion, featuring an included beer hat with straws for easy drinking." Nuzzling Bree's nose, the two women kissed as Katherine's voice lowered. "Unzip me?" She took Bree's left hand, placing it upon the side zip of her skirt.
"With pleasure." Quickly however, Bree asserted her control over the situation. Instead of unzipping her, she grabbed Katherine's other hip and then threw her onto the bed with a yelp, taking her partner very much by surprise.
"BREE!" Katherine shrieked as Bree flopped her onto the bed. "Watch out, you're gonna..."
"I do yoga everyday, dear, I think I know my limits when it comes to pregnancy. Although sexually, I think I have not even begun to explore the outer limits." With that evil twinkle in her eyes, Katherine already knew one thing that would be certain about tomorrow.
I'm going to have to call in sick, she thought as Bree peppered kisses across her torso, licked around her belly even letting suction move into it before she withdrew her tongue with a shudder-inducing pop. Kisses moving down along Katherine's waistline, Bree was always happy to see that as her lover aged she kept her body well-maintained to promote a pure appearance to the outside world.
If they only knew what resided in the pale redhead's mind at all times...savage thoughts of romance with her wife that she felt free to share with no one but Katherine. She let her teeth sink into the skin along Katherine's waist, her heaving breasts dragging against the fabric of her negligee and feeling immense pleasure herself from the combination of her lover's skin and the clothing rubbing against her sensitive nipples. Little nips, little bites...then arriving at the zip, she bit her teeth in it to drag it down and expose the thin matching bikini-cut panties beneath, along with the garter belt leading to pure cream silk stockings which flattered her legs in the best of ways.
It ended up taking twenty minutes for the beautiful redhead to completely undress her lover as she became distracted by each mole and mark dotting Katherine, the way she enjoyed making love to her the most, relaxed and languid. She then brought the woman to a fulfilling and deep orgasm with her tongue after undressing her completely, smelling her, marking her, showing her deepest desires. Bree pushed against Katherine, letting her breasts become as sensitive as she could possibly stand. It was the only time she felt unencumbered, able to swear and tell Katherine those things she never dared to let leaving the bedroom, especially about her pussy, loving to tease the woman with her personal nickname. Katherine was finally brought to orgasm as she scratched her pregnant lover's back deeply, cursing her name, crying as the hilt hit her.
Soon she was on the prowl, her nude form slithering up the taller woman she called hers. Still a bit unsteady Katherine had prepared for this for days, her mouth watering at the concept of sharing the closest thing she could with her wife. To taste of her, truly. She slowly undressed Bree, working the negligee off above her body, but deciding the sight of the redhead in sheer green panties was something she had to remember forever. She begged Bree to keep them on, and the woman easily complied to the simple request.
Bree closed her eyes, Katherine's breath cooling against her breasts. She could still feel the heated stare of the woman, hands caressing her belly, taking in the expanse of where her children filled her lover. She loved seeing Bree in this beautiful and vulnerable state, her former bitterness melting away as her palm felt across the pale belly, her awe of how sexual Bree was in this state overwhelmed by the emotions she felt for her. Looking at her with full breasts, a body that she wished she had the skills to preserve forever in an oil painting. Then her mouth, inches away from the woman's left breast, just below her heart.
"I'd like to nurse you," she asked softly, and Bree nodded her permission. Applying the soft pressure, she felt her conscience trying to make her see the light. The same guiding voice that had tried to warn her to see Bree as competition and went kicking and screaming into the relationship, finally convinced it was right long after the women had married.
Firm flesh tickled her mouth as she suckled the tip of the nipple. Applying light pressure at first, then picking it up to stir the duct.
"You do not have to hold back," Bree promised her in a whisper, rubbing the back of her head, hands running through those thick locks. "Dear, do what you feel is right."
"Promise?" Katherine asked, still worried. Bree nodded at her.
"Draw it out. Let it fill your mouth." Hands soothing her, she suckled against the teat, that intimate connection turning from malleable iron to solid steel. Her body was supported atop of Bree's, one hand in her hair, the other soothing across the curves of her back.
Soon, she felt the liquid trickle out. First, slowly, dribbling into her mouth and then soon in a steady stream as she suckled her wife, herself being the one who gave something in order to provide for this moment. The pressure building in Bree's body built up. Soon she felt Katherine stroking her through the thinness of her panties. She welcomed the stimulation, the touching. Katherine tasted of the woman, overwhelmed by the desire she felt for her. Slow stroking of her clit, her body was tight as Katherine emptied her of her nourishment, the creamy taste making her gasp. Then moving to the other breast, she kept enjoying her lover, that intimacy between them deepening, the exploration becoming more umbilical. She heard Bree moan, touching herself, guiding Katherine, her eyes taking in her lover lapping up the milk as if manna. Both of them, whispering, wanting...full of desire and a need to firm that connection.
Bree felt an intense longing building up. She had never in her years with Katherine felt such an intense connection. She imagined Katherine and her caring for the children, rocking them to sleep, singing lullabies and showering the twins with love. Her motherly side was overwhelmed, never having felt this close or desired with Rex. She felt lips wrapped tight against her, drawing evey drap she could muster. She gasped if being stroked, knowing Katherine's fingers had left her minutes before because it was becoming obvious that the basic suckling was stimulating enough. She pushed her legs against Katherine's thigh, tight and needy.
"God...Kitty...intense..." She had no other words as Katherine continued to let her fingers take in the sore empty breast, keeping it stimulated. She knew how she tasted but she never imagined Katherine would be so wanting of her. All those years back, that one exchange of a recipe for a creamy cake...never in her wildest dreams would she have imagined herself in the quietest part of Iowa, sharing a home and a womb with this force of nature.
Her head was pushed up against the headboard, holding Katherine for dear life, moaning and screaming, almost crying. The moment was so intense, her body felt as if on fire. That umbilical connection, a hand protective against her stomach. Pushing in and out against Katherine, hungry for more.
"Let it go...let it go..." Katherine held her to a rhythm, begging her to come. "Come on Bee-bee, don't hold back for me. Love you, love our babies...love this connection we share." She was soothing, so calm, needing Bree to not fall back into her shell. Flicking the nipple with her tongue the stiff nubbin brushed tight against the roof of her mouth, milk dripping in below her tongue, and she lapped it up. Katherine could never get enough of Bree and the intense and sexual connection that they shared. They were two women brought together by pure emotion, which also was what kept them together in life. Tears tracked down her face, her wife against her flaring herself up....soon she was pushing against her knee and they were fucking together as the creamier milk towards the end frothed within her mouth.
"Fuck...oh fuck..." Bree wasn't letting the words filter at all. "Fuck my cunt, Kit...oh Lord, please fuck me."
Katherine was startled. It was the first time in their relationship the word had ever been used. It gave the situation a little edge, and Katherine pushed further and nipped her teeth within the nipple, forcing more milk from the ducts, spraying her mouth. She let more words rip out and Katherine knew she found a trigger point.
No response needed from the other woman. And no comparison with anybody else. They made love like it was their first time, the kink between them a welcome and needed surprise. Bree threw her head back as harder pressure was applied against her nipple and her crotch, while the inside of Bree's knee fit perfectly between Katherine's lips. They rode it out, slowly, hearts thumping, minds reeling. Katherine needy for the nourishment she had eyed from afar as she watched and felt her wife change before her eyes and within her grasp.
When Bree reached her peak, Katherine had no idea what to expect, and she was glad that she didn't. That last stroke, Bree collapsed into the bed, swearing with her name and letting one last hard spray of white coat Katherine's mouth. Foaming over against her thigh Bree's eyes were closed tight and she almost felt out of her body as the pressure upon her breasts was too much to bear. She soaked her lover's leg and the sheets below, ruining the panties over her modesty forever. Her body straightened as she came hard, her screams piercing the air as the fulfillment rattled through her bones.
She felt herself seeming to melt from her body as she pulled Katherine to her without any kind of pause, her breasts exhausted of the nutrients she shared with her. Katherine opened her mouth immediately to her kiss, a kiss she could never get enough of. Tasting of her own milk within Katherine's mouth, she slapped the other woman's ass, a signal she knew all to well meant 'brace yourself'. Tongue against the roof of her mouth, twining with Katherine's, she placed as much pressure upon Catherine's pelvis as she could possibly muster in the odd positioning where she had to have Katherine in more of an all-fours pose than that of their usual embrace due to the pregnancy.
Her stomach bouncing up and down above her, breasts laying fallow, ringed with the white of the milk and the red of Katherine's lipstick, Bree's hormones had never been pulled so tightly. She rode Katherine hard, giving her that soft dirty talk the homemaker always loved to hear from the conservative woman. She threw her head back, her hair tossed to and fro as she pressed Bree against her as hard as possible. She grasped Bree so tightly that the thin threads on the panties came apart with that spare pressure, allowing Katherine to finally remove them and have her pregnant bride fully bare to her, smooth flesh against her moistened mound. There was no mercy or kindness, just the two intense women bringing each other to the most intense orgasms they had even shared.
When she finally collapsed to the mattress so many sexual bruises and a raw throat later, Katherine was too exhausted to do much more than spoon against her lover, She had to talk at a whisper, talking actually painful to her as she enjoyed the afterglow of the intense lovemaking that Bree had proved she could match stroke for stroke, even in her condition. The food was forgotten, along with their laundry spread all over the floor of the bedroom. Brown eyes upon green, they shared little kisses, loving kisses, and a hug that showed how much the women could never be torn apart.
Staying like that for a half-hour, Katherine thought her body could begin to calm after the wonderful tease Bree had given her. However, that all changed as she felt a jarring motion upon her palm as she began to help her wife wind-down with her daily application of cream on her stomach to keep the stretch marks at bay. Even the woman who had made her bring back $115 face cream had her limits.
That limit was about $12, and well worth it. Katherine reeled back as she felt the motion, startled.
"Did you feel that?"
"Uh, no." Bree felt a bit sleepy, but Katherine brought her hand to her stomach, hoping the action would be repeated. They waited and waited for a minute or two.
"OK, you are just a smidge jumpy, Kath. I feel nothing--"
And then, they both felt it. It was very small, almost the same as a tap upon the shoulder. Bree was jarred though, this time feeling the action against her stomach. Her eyes widened as she began to realize that this might be the event Katherine wanted to be called home from work to feel post-haste.
Katherine smiled. "There it was. That was a kick. I know a kick." She felt again as Bree joined her, their hands clasped together.
They both felt the next little boot.
"A kick for sure," Bree confirmed, her usual buttoned-up composure long lost. She began to tear up as Katherine's nose twinkled and the two women kissed, so thankful that even at their ages, they were able to have this true moment shared between them.
"Our children are in there," Katherine soothed, caressing Bree's hair. "They're so alive, so beautiful."
"Think they're going to be strong kids?" Bree asked. "Feeling that, I know they will."
"We'll do right by them," Katherine promised her love. "We came together slowly and it took us awhile to find that common ground. But I know that the both of us together will be able to do what we couldn't alone."
"We were not alone for our older children," Bree said, trying to hold up her strong front.
"But we weren't there for each other. Both of us had to keep our broods under control while dealing with the stresses we both had. There wasn't that support from those who claimed they would love us, for better or worse, who we wore their rings on all of these promises to remain in love, forever." Katherine's hand rested protectively as it always had in sleep upon Bree's stomach. "When we married each other, we both knew that unlike them, our vows were serious and everlasting. When we fight, we talk. We give each other space. The both of us are pragmatic and knowing each other so late in our lives, we know what hurts us."
Bree continued further. "We share an intense connection, Kath. I know in my other marriages it eventually faded away. But when I look into your eyes, I see you still looking at me like I entered the bedroom in my towel and you're the cat about to eat the canary." Laughing softly, she felt light as another kick against her stomach made her look forward to the future. "I always wanted the perfect life, the white picket fence, everything that I had on Wisteria Lane. I never got it. My life is never going to be perfect and the iron fence around this little place is protected by historical codes. But my life with you is what I've always yearned for. I remember when I fell for you, how afraid I was that God was going to judge me for loving a woman. But it feels like it has not turned out to be true. Only those bitches in town and the clergy at the church I've completely disassociated with, they hated us. I love our church. That we can hold hands in public, whether in the park or in a pew as we sing hymns." She took a deep breath, her eyes dripping with tears. "I love you, Katherine. For all that you've done for me...and what a lovely mother you'll be to Heather and Harper."
"And all of our children are happy for us. That's what is most important. No matter our sins in raising them, they're in our corner as we build a family. Together,"
"Together." The women kissed softly, Katherine's lips trailing down Bree's cheeks to dry her tears. Soon the two lovers languidly stroked each other, content, happy and always able to find the light within the darkness which continued to dissipate from their beings with each new day.
THE END.
Katherine was exhausted. She didn't know why she couldn't have hired an intern to do her work, deciding she could handle it herself.
She would have to send out a classified ad and something on craigslist to rectify that situation, and quickly. Because she had almost missed one of the milestones she had sworn to be there for. Running in the door of the three-story Victorian which the two women had lovingly restored two years before for in the small unknown town in the crook of Iowa, she was smiling as she yelled loud enough to carry her voice up to the second floor.
"Bree! Your lovely wife is home!" She set her jacket on the tree and shrugged off her blazer, still having the energy of the cheerleader she had in the past, running up the stairs in order to catalog the next lovely moment in their wonderful life together.
Louis Street was unlike Wisteria Lane in every way. Though there was neighborhood camaraderie to be found, none of the characteristics of their former addresses were to be found. No strange weather events, arsons, or oddball men to be found in a town it took them six months to pronounce right. They had complete peace and quiet, and the safety of knowing that their lives were between themselves, and only themselves.
Both of them had never considered moving to Iowa until Katherine found out the state allowed gay marriage, an issue that had been at a deadly standstill between the legislators of their own statehouse at the time. She was afraid of even asking Bree, knowing the firm woman had been the lead figure in Fairview to pressure her state senator in placing a same-sex marriage ban on the ballot, which passed with overwhelming support due to a family values campaign. After a year and a half, their relationship was so close that the Mayfair home was being rented as she had long moved into Bree's, and while the other housewives had supported them both, the general tenor of the neighborhood changed when Bree and Katherine came out to extreme disapproval and a hateful blacklisting at the hands of a the matrons of Fairview's social clubs.
But with her love for Katherine, her views had changed. She had never intended for the law to discriminate against others, only to follow her personal views of marriage. But with Katherine, those had changed considerably. She was saddened by how homophobic those in the extreme could be towards her own moderate view. And living with Katherine she yearned for the security of knowing her entire estate would be distributed by her kind girlfriend rather than Orson hiring a predatory lawyer and somehow doing something vile and nullifying her will entirely, leaving Katherine, Danielle and Andrew without anything, not even the power to determine if she could continue living if in a horrible accident. With the security of knowing Katherine could make medical decisions for her, she yearned for those basic human rights she had been blind to in the religious fervor of her pastor encouraging her to not give one thought to the 'no' side.
Two exact years after that first night they came together, Katherine had planned a proposal and a speech she hoped would turn her girlfriend's mind around. Within two minutes of it however, and before she could get down on bended knee, Bree found a way to make the traditional proposal meaningless. As Katherine quoted verses and speeches making Bree see the light, she held up her hand.
"Kitty, please stop." She shook her head and scoffed. "I know you think you need to make more points than Jerry Falwell here to convince me you want to marry me, but--"
"How do you know I want to wed you?" She said, shocked. Bree just smiled.
"Just ask. You might be surprised." She felt that anticipation in her throat as after feeling like it was an impossible mountain to climb, Katherine displayed her grandmother's engagement ring and asked the question that had been on her mind for a year.
"Brianna Van de Kamp, will you do me the honor of being your wife?"
There was no buildup, no arguments at all. Only Bree's face lighting up as she presented her hand and whispered one word.
"Yes."
Their business was growing beyond leaps and bounds, their services asked for across the state. However word of the women's marriage was spread by a vindictive woman outside of Wisteria Lane, and other providers of craft and catering services made it clear they would not cooperate with MayKamp Enterprises at all in any way. Feeling hurt by women and others they formerly considered allies, both women made the toughest choice of their lives.
They had planned to marry in another state and return after the wedding. But sensing the hostility and knowing they were leaving a deep void in the neighborhood, they both decided to move to the small Iowa town. Tears and hugs were exchanged between the women as they said goodbye to Susan, Lynette, Gaby and Edie, both of them hurting but thankful that they supported their love, no matter that the state and the church told them it was wrong. Both of their families were split. Bree's entire family outside of her children shunned her, and she found Andrew presenting her to Katherine in the quiet and simple ceremony eight months later in a small church along the Des Moines River south of their newly adopted hometown, while Katherine's was more welcome to her new wife than she ever expected.
In Iowa, they found everyone welcoming their business with open arms, telling them all the time that who they loved didn't matter. Soon they even found themselves presenting homemaking tips on a local radio station, which caught the interest of the state's public television network. They began to produce a show which would slowly go regional, and they held out hope that national distribution was only so far away. The network didn't even bat an eye at their marriage, only happy that their skills were second to none. MayKamp was doing well and both Bree and Katherine were living very comfortably in Keosauqua. Although some were prejudiced, those were only a select few who both women knew could not be changed.
With everything thriving and financial security assured, Katherine decided last year to let Bree know her deepest secret. Scared about the woman's reaction, she prepared to be thrown out when she told Bree that years before in the worst years with Wayne, scared that her family legacy would end due to Dylan having been adopted and her scornful husband never open to the idea of her having another child, she had frozen her eggs in the hope her lineage would continue.
Surprisingly, Bree was open to it, and the idea of having a fresh start. Though internally she considered the ramifications of carrying her wife's child, both religiously, scientifically, and in the realm that she would be collecting social security while her youngest child collected their diploma, her heart was open to her love. After a month of consideration and asking Danielle and Andrew if they would be open to the idea of having a new brother or sister, she told Katherine her decision, hands clasped, heart open.
"I wear your ring, you have my heart. Katherine, I would never forgive myself if my womb would not provide a comforting place for the development of...our child." Her composure broke, and she cried happily as the woman enveloped her with the deepest hug she ever gave to her wife. Both of them felt it was the right choice for their future, to have a life where they could have one child which would grow up in a home filled with complete love, rather than the thin veneer of such.
Bree underwent the fertilization process with Katherine's encouragement always there for her. The woman's love for her wife increased, soothed Katherine saying her love would be everlasting and was blessed and true. Both of them spent weeks deciding on the perfect donor, eventually going with an anonymous donor who attended Stanford and was a biometrical engineer. About as far away from Rex, Orson and Wayne as could possibly be found.
The treatments went well. Although the first two treatments wouldn't take root, Bree was patient with the doctors and Katherine, praying every night that she would be blessed. The third try would work well completely, and the day she finally saw the plus character in a pregnancy test, she was overjoyed, thanking Katherine for loving her and giving her another one of their infamous long periods of lovemaking which always left them exhausted, yet wanting for more.
Two months later, they found out they would be further blessed. "Mrs. Mayfair-Van de Kamp, you're not eating for two," the doctor told them. "There are two bundles of joy kicking in that belly."
"You are shitting me!" Bree immediately closed her mouth and apologized to the doctor and Katherine for her sudden profanity. "I'm...er, we are having twins?"
"That you are, a boy and a girl." Katherine was overjoyed, while Bree's emotions swung towards full-on emotional tears.
"I...I never thought at...at my age...oh my God." She smiled through her tears. "Kitty, we're blessed. We...we're having twins. I'm...I'm carrying two of our children."
"You are," Katherine said, soothing her wife with a rubbing of her back. "I would have never thought in my wildest dreams that you...us...we'd have it so well."
Suddenly, planning around one child went out the window. Their former home office had to become a bedroom for their future daughter and they hired contractors that in a couple weeks would configure the two rooms into an expanded nursery with a door keeping them separate. Their interior design skills came in handy and they came up with the perfect compromise between form, function, and hopeful sanity when the children grew up and no longer wanted their two mommies butting in on them and both wanted individual peace and quiet.
For now, that was on the back burner. Bree had decided to take time away from MayKamp and nest, wanting to give the developing babies the least stressful germination possible. Katherine became the breadwinner and kept her wifely duties strong, being at Bree's beck and call when she had her strongest pregnancy cravings.
She wanted everything in creamed form. Creamed corn, creamed spinach, creamed cabbage. The kitchen took on a pungent odor at night, but Bree couldn't get enough of it. She also drank milk in copious qualities to keep the diseases of her early fifties at bay and to build up a reserve of protein and calcium. She also exercised whenever she could, but would still give Katherine the time to keep their love strong.
Now she was finding her happy medium between morning sickness and that time in her pregnancy where she felt so alluring and so needy. She would look herself in the mirror every morning and find herself growing in wonderful ways. Looking at her stomach through maternity tops and feeling her breasts change, this time she felt no shame in stating her desires. She would not be content to take a pillow between her legs and find a pithy orgasm, something she had to do in her previous pregnancies to soothe her needs, Rex not exactly welcome to making love with a pregnant woman.
She was glowing heavily. Hearing her wife call from the front door, she positioned herself in the bed, ready to pounce.
"Upstairs, Kath," she yelled out, giggling and feeling all of her usual morals go out the window. She bit down on her lip as the sounds of the steps increase until Katherine's heel tips hit the hardwood floor of the landing. She was serene and calm as Katherine took the last few steps towards their beautiful bedroom, her eyes trained upon the door, in wait.
The doorknob twisted. Door opening. She had never felt so nervous before...
"So, how was your d--"
Opening the door all the way, Katherine had expected her honey in bed, craving creamed eggplant and likely asking for a footrub.
It was obvious from the picture Bree presented upon her wife that it wasn't her feet that needed rubbing.
Sitting up in the bed, green eyes were trained on heated brown pupils and Katherine knew she wasn't in Fairview anymore, nor did she dare want to click her heels three times to get out of there.
"How are you, Kitty?" Bree's voice was on full flirt as she watched Katherine's jaw laid slack, her heels suddenly seeming too tall and oxygen suddenly not being inhaled into her lungs. "I have been missing you...al day."
Her hand, festooned with the shimmering, yet simple diamond wedding band proclaiming her love for her auburn partner, trailed down from her long hair and towards her stomach. Her nose twitched as she did her damned well best to convince Katherine that there would be no need to leave that bedroom the rest of the evening.
The classical tray of fruits, liquid chocolates and whipped cream was laid out on the nightstand next to her, along with the cinnamon shaker. The white chocolate had crème de menthe stirred into it, adding another dimension of flavor. But that tray was far from both women's minds.
"All day?" Katherine said, a smile moving onto her lips. "Honey, are you OK?"
"I am now." Bree uncharacteristically giggled as she felt the heat of her lover's stare overtake her. "You see, I did kind of lie." She bit on her lip. "I only felt a...little kick. But for all I know, it could just be gas buildup, not little Heather or little Harper telling Mommy they wanted their Momma to come by and feel how powerful their tiny little feet are."
"A little white lie, Bree?" Katherine shook her head in disapproval, though with a little smirk telling Bree not to worry. "You had me rush home to...to..."
She couldn't keep her eyes off Bree in any way. They refused to budge. Bree laid back a bit, supported by a pillow.
"It was never this bad with the other kids. Not at all." Her hand brushed along her stomach, eliciting Katherine to swallow in an attempt to keep herself hydrated. "Of course, I didn't have a fellow woman like you taking me in as if thinking my womb is the most fertile things besides the cornfields in this little slice of America we live in. Or undressing me even as I had morning sickness that would make weaker women roll over dead."
"How did you get this?" Katherine shook her head. "We'd have to go to fucking Des Moines to find something that sensual, missy. Did you go off all alone to--"
"Actually..." Bree twisted her index finger inward to have Katherine walk closer. "You know how I wrote that letter to the girls in Fairview about my having twins?"
"Mm-hmm."
"I guess Gaby and Susan really do have a soft spot for us. Because a couple days ago, I got a lovely Fed Ex package from them filled with treats. But not only that, it seems like they decided that knowing our sex drives for so long...they thought mine would be very intense. Thus..." She tried to bring Katherine's eyes back to her. "Are you enjoying this?"
"I'm...I have no idea." Katherine stumbled over her words. "I mean, I am..."
"You are, I hope." She saw Katherine shaking in her heels. In the years they knew each other, she had never seen that stare in Katherine's eyes.
She wanted to see it more. A finger ran across an edge of the fabric.
"You know, Katherine...I think I might know another little secret about you."
"You...you do?"
"Mm-hmm?" A little smile, and she slid that hand down to the intended place. Eyes shifted immediately.
"It's sort of not the best idea to leave the computer running before you leave and forget to close out your browsing session." Her eyes blinked as Katherine began to realize what was happening. "I mean, I would have expected you to continue to show love to me, no matter what. You would have been creative and willing, and I am more open with you in so many ways." Sucking on her lips, Bree let them gloss in the sight of her technical surrogate. "If you would have admitted this though, I may have been a bit adverse and needed to be talked to about it. However, I got it in my mind and for the last two days..."
She pinched her fingers together. The auburn-haired woman, standing in place, in shock.
A white liquid came out from between them. The pregnant woman had found just the way to encourage their love further.
"Does the idea of that make you hot for the mother of your babies? Of finding a new way to share?"
"Buh-buh-buh-buh..." The woman felt a tightness through her entire body.
"Are you saying my name...or are you commenting on my breasts?" Her pale skin reddened as she felt the heat of her wife's gaze weigh upon her. "Or rather, what is currently within them?"
Oh my God. This is...my brain is beyond fried. Katherine had no words as she took in her wife in the slinkiest maternity baby doll she had ever seen. An emerald shade of green which matched her lover's sparkling eyes, it was an article of clothing that she knew Gaby had definitely chosen for Bree. There was absolutely no way the other girls had dared purchase it for her.
Nothing was hidden. It was green, but it might as well have been invisible. Bree's entire body, changed by the pregnancy to become curvy and voluptuous, was on display through the sinfully sheer fabric. Her breasts, her stomach...and then the matching little thong on her bottom half, which barely hid the thin growth of Bree's curled mat of hair lining her slit. It completely showed her off, and in Katherine's eyes, turned the conservative mistress into a sensual plaything meant for her to do whatever she wanted.
In her past, she would have been angry if her husband dared her to wear it.
But he was a pig. Bree had never laid one finger on her, and was still stone sober and strong. She was on the straight and narrow and always talked out her conflicts with her wife using words. The only thing in Katherine's mind in that moment?
Unbridled lust. Her body contracted as she realized that Bree had caught onto something she was showing a fair curiosity in, but would never ask Bree to do, risking her wrath.
"Y...y....you're...lactating?? She felt warm, her cheeks reddening as the drips of milk trailed down the thin negligee and across her beloved's freckled skin. "Umm, far be it for me to make excuses, but I only meant to...look up procedures for breastfeeding."
Bree shook her head. The smiled directed her wife's way told Katherine that they excuse wouldn't fly.
"I would not usually depend on that Wikipedia to source anything correct, much less your deepest sexual desires," she noted, shifting back onto the bed into a laying position, opening some space on the end of the bed for Katherine to sit upon. "Lactation. I would have thought there was a high doubt that you were into what they call...a kink. But erotic lactation? Right there in the Google box in the right-hand corner?" A wry little laugh. "I know you, sweetheart. Your curiosity is piqued and suddenly you are thinking 'would my lovely and incredibly hot and patient wife be into something like that? Would she object or chase me out the house with a rolling pin?' Seeing as I am not the cliché of a 1930's comic strip housewife, you should probably figure on the former, Kitty."
Katherine found it hard to breathe. She was planning to only reveal the kink only when Bree was incredibly comfortable, almost asleep and in an amorous mood, ready to pull away in case Bree would scold her. She had seen the woman lighten her views on life through their three years of marriage, even to the point in the run up to the pregnancy to convince Bree to lock her firearm in a high safe, something the prim woman did only after weeks of debate and convincing that Katherine would pay to reinforce their home with a better lock and alarm system.
Her body flushed, eyes glazed over, she felt unsteady in her heels. Very unlike the homemaker façade she had put on hours before at the studio their program was taped, she found yet another facet to her wife she would have never imagined learning about the first bitter time they ever met.
"So not only do you enjoy being tied up with a scarf..." She slowly stepped head-to-toe, shrugging the dark violet sweater off over her blouse without a care and knowing any article of clothing on the ground would usually earn her weeks of ire. Licking her lips, she continued the laundry list of lust further. "You're also the type who at work, in front of all our employees, gave me a back massage while beneath your skirt you pushed yourself against me." The buttons down her pink satin blouse were undone one at a time. "Revealing that my ass was meeting the business end of a strap-on which you would use to great effect later in our locked office."
Bree brightened at the memory, remembering how shy she was choosing it from a web store and then having it shipped, but once she had it on, felt incredible power over her lover.
"You then used it later. And boy did you ever use it," Bree husked. "Also, you don't get off too innocent, either. You know how you are when you get dominatrix and I play the submissive. You have the whip and the leather bustier while asserting I am your sexual servant. It reminds me of something. I can't recall, but it had to be in a film..." She decided to stop thinking about that and began to massage and tweak her nipple, the white substance building across the bud. "Whatever it is, I'm happy I get to be your plaything."
Three more buttons undone on Katherine's blouse. Bree felt herself watering, her green eyes gleaming with lust. The sight of her wife undressing even now still brought her back to that familiar first time of taking off Katherine's sundress in her bedroom. Freckled skin, framed against a bra of blue. She pulled the tails of the blouse from the grey pencil skirt and undid the remaining buttons, keeping a slow walk towards the bed to tease Bree. Undoing the cuffs, Katherine was hardly feeling like the quiet and reserved woman she was on outside appearances.
"You are not a plaything," she corrected Bree, feeling a bit offended that she would compare herself to something as pithy as an Easy Bake Oven. "You are a living embodiment of my dreams, the mother of my children, my wife, my lover, and half of my heart." She straightened the starched cotton blouse one last time before letting it fall from her shoulders in one easy motion, cascading down the back of her body. Hair flowing down to just halfway down her bra straps, she was as Bree predicted definitely aging into an ever beautiful woman, the only augmentations to her morning routines natural products such as olive oil, beeswax, things that her and Bree would shop for when they went into Burlington or on visits into the city while visiting Fairview. "You're also not a collectible, a porcelain doll meant to collect dust within a china cabinet." Now Bree was the one being undone as Katherine bent to her knees, a finger bent to beckon Bree towards her.
"If anything, Bree," she cooed, "You are like a very luxurious and comfortable chair, a constant companion who never judges and is always ever patient. I can tell you everything in my life and you will listen, nuzzling me with comfort no matter what."
"So I'm a leather chair?" The woman was impressed. "I guess we could say the guys in our lives were like patio chairs going by your analogy."
"Not even that; those cheesy inflatable chairs with decals of sports logos upon their entirety in a haphazard fashion, featuring an included beer hat with straws for easy drinking." Nuzzling Bree's nose, the two women kissed as Katherine's voice lowered. "Unzip me?" She took Bree's left hand, placing it upon the side zip of her skirt.
"With pleasure." Quickly however, Bree asserted her control over the situation. Instead of unzipping her, she grabbed Katherine's other hip and then threw her onto the bed with a yelp, taking her partner very much by surprise.
"BREE!" Katherine shrieked as Bree flopped her onto the bed. "Watch out, you're gonna..."
"I do yoga everyday, dear, I think I know my limits when it comes to pregnancy. Although sexually, I think I have not even begun to explore the outer limits." With that evil twinkle in her eyes, Katherine already knew one thing that would be certain about tomorrow.
I'm going to have to call in sick, she thought as Bree peppered kisses across her torso, licked around her belly even letting suction move into it before she withdrew her tongue with a shudder-inducing pop. Kisses moving down along Katherine's waistline, Bree was always happy to see that as her lover aged she kept her body well-maintained to promote a pure appearance to the outside world.
If they only knew what resided in the pale redhead's mind at all times...savage thoughts of romance with her wife that she felt free to share with no one but Katherine. She let her teeth sink into the skin along Katherine's waist, her heaving breasts dragging against the fabric of her negligee and feeling immense pleasure herself from the combination of her lover's skin and the clothing rubbing against her sensitive nipples. Little nips, little bites...then arriving at the zip, she bit her teeth in it to drag it down and expose the thin matching bikini-cut panties beneath, along with the garter belt leading to pure cream silk stockings which flattered her legs in the best of ways.
It ended up taking twenty minutes for the beautiful redhead to completely undress her lover as she became distracted by each mole and mark dotting Katherine, the way she enjoyed making love to her the most, relaxed and languid. She then brought the woman to a fulfilling and deep orgasm with her tongue after undressing her completely, smelling her, marking her, showing her deepest desires. Bree pushed against Katherine, letting her breasts become as sensitive as she could possibly stand. It was the only time she felt unencumbered, able to swear and tell Katherine those things she never dared to let leaving the bedroom, especially about her pussy, loving to tease the woman with her personal nickname. Katherine was finally brought to orgasm as she scratched her pregnant lover's back deeply, cursing her name, crying as the hilt hit her.
Soon she was on the prowl, her nude form slithering up the taller woman she called hers. Still a bit unsteady Katherine had prepared for this for days, her mouth watering at the concept of sharing the closest thing she could with her wife. To taste of her, truly. She slowly undressed Bree, working the negligee off above her body, but deciding the sight of the redhead in sheer green panties was something she had to remember forever. She begged Bree to keep them on, and the woman easily complied to the simple request.
Bree closed her eyes, Katherine's breath cooling against her breasts. She could still feel the heated stare of the woman, hands caressing her belly, taking in the expanse of where her children filled her lover. She loved seeing Bree in this beautiful and vulnerable state, her former bitterness melting away as her palm felt across the pale belly, her awe of how sexual Bree was in this state overwhelmed by the emotions she felt for her. Looking at her with full breasts, a body that she wished she had the skills to preserve forever in an oil painting. Then her mouth, inches away from the woman's left breast, just below her heart.
"I'd like to nurse you," she asked softly, and Bree nodded her permission. Applying the soft pressure, she felt her conscience trying to make her see the light. The same guiding voice that had tried to warn her to see Bree as competition and went kicking and screaming into the relationship, finally convinced it was right long after the women had married.
Firm flesh tickled her mouth as she suckled the tip of the nipple. Applying light pressure at first, then picking it up to stir the duct.
"You do not have to hold back," Bree promised her in a whisper, rubbing the back of her head, hands running through those thick locks. "Dear, do what you feel is right."
"Promise?" Katherine asked, still worried. Bree nodded at her.
"Draw it out. Let it fill your mouth." Hands soothing her, she suckled against the teat, that intimate connection turning from malleable iron to solid steel. Her body was supported atop of Bree's, one hand in her hair, the other soothing across the curves of her back.
Soon, she felt the liquid trickle out. First, slowly, dribbling into her mouth and then soon in a steady stream as she suckled her wife, herself being the one who gave something in order to provide for this moment. The pressure building in Bree's body built up. Soon she felt Katherine stroking her through the thinness of her panties. She welcomed the stimulation, the touching. Katherine tasted of the woman, overwhelmed by the desire she felt for her. Slow stroking of her clit, her body was tight as Katherine emptied her of her nourishment, the creamy taste making her gasp. Then moving to the other breast, she kept enjoying her lover, that intimacy between them deepening, the exploration becoming more umbilical. She heard Bree moan, touching herself, guiding Katherine, her eyes taking in her lover lapping up the milk as if manna. Both of them, whispering, wanting...full of desire and a need to firm that connection.
Bree felt an intense longing building up. She had never in her years with Katherine felt such an intense connection. She imagined Katherine and her caring for the children, rocking them to sleep, singing lullabies and showering the twins with love. Her motherly side was overwhelmed, never having felt this close or desired with Rex. She felt lips wrapped tight against her, drawing evey drap she could muster. She gasped if being stroked, knowing Katherine's fingers had left her minutes before because it was becoming obvious that the basic suckling was stimulating enough. She pushed her legs against Katherine's thigh, tight and needy.
"God...Kitty...intense..." She had no other words as Katherine continued to let her fingers take in the sore empty breast, keeping it stimulated. She knew how she tasted but she never imagined Katherine would be so wanting of her. All those years back, that one exchange of a recipe for a creamy cake...never in her wildest dreams would she have imagined herself in the quietest part of Iowa, sharing a home and a womb with this force of nature.
Her head was pushed up against the headboard, holding Katherine for dear life, moaning and screaming, almost crying. The moment was so intense, her body felt as if on fire. That umbilical connection, a hand protective against her stomach. Pushing in and out against Katherine, hungry for more.
"Let it go...let it go..." Katherine held her to a rhythm, begging her to come. "Come on Bee-bee, don't hold back for me. Love you, love our babies...love this connection we share." She was soothing, so calm, needing Bree to not fall back into her shell. Flicking the nipple with her tongue the stiff nubbin brushed tight against the roof of her mouth, milk dripping in below her tongue, and she lapped it up. Katherine could never get enough of Bree and the intense and sexual connection that they shared. They were two women brought together by pure emotion, which also was what kept them together in life. Tears tracked down her face, her wife against her flaring herself up....soon she was pushing against her knee and they were fucking together as the creamier milk towards the end frothed within her mouth.
"Fuck...oh fuck..." Bree wasn't letting the words filter at all. "Fuck my cunt, Kit...oh Lord, please fuck me."
Katherine was startled. It was the first time in their relationship the word had ever been used. It gave the situation a little edge, and Katherine pushed further and nipped her teeth within the nipple, forcing more milk from the ducts, spraying her mouth. She let more words rip out and Katherine knew she found a trigger point.
No response needed from the other woman. And no comparison with anybody else. They made love like it was their first time, the kink between them a welcome and needed surprise. Bree threw her head back as harder pressure was applied against her nipple and her crotch, while the inside of Bree's knee fit perfectly between Katherine's lips. They rode it out, slowly, hearts thumping, minds reeling. Katherine needy for the nourishment she had eyed from afar as she watched and felt her wife change before her eyes and within her grasp.
When Bree reached her peak, Katherine had no idea what to expect, and she was glad that she didn't. That last stroke, Bree collapsed into the bed, swearing with her name and letting one last hard spray of white coat Katherine's mouth. Foaming over against her thigh Bree's eyes were closed tight and she almost felt out of her body as the pressure upon her breasts was too much to bear. She soaked her lover's leg and the sheets below, ruining the panties over her modesty forever. Her body straightened as she came hard, her screams piercing the air as the fulfillment rattled through her bones.
She felt herself seeming to melt from her body as she pulled Katherine to her without any kind of pause, her breasts exhausted of the nutrients she shared with her. Katherine opened her mouth immediately to her kiss, a kiss she could never get enough of. Tasting of her own milk within Katherine's mouth, she slapped the other woman's ass, a signal she knew all to well meant 'brace yourself'. Tongue against the roof of her mouth, twining with Katherine's, she placed as much pressure upon Catherine's pelvis as she could possibly muster in the odd positioning where she had to have Katherine in more of an all-fours pose than that of their usual embrace due to the pregnancy.
Her stomach bouncing up and down above her, breasts laying fallow, ringed with the white of the milk and the red of Katherine's lipstick, Bree's hormones had never been pulled so tightly. She rode Katherine hard, giving her that soft dirty talk the homemaker always loved to hear from the conservative woman. She threw her head back, her hair tossed to and fro as she pressed Bree against her as hard as possible. She grasped Bree so tightly that the thin threads on the panties came apart with that spare pressure, allowing Katherine to finally remove them and have her pregnant bride fully bare to her, smooth flesh against her moistened mound. There was no mercy or kindness, just the two intense women bringing each other to the most intense orgasms they had even shared.
When she finally collapsed to the mattress so many sexual bruises and a raw throat later, Katherine was too exhausted to do much more than spoon against her lover, She had to talk at a whisper, talking actually painful to her as she enjoyed the afterglow of the intense lovemaking that Bree had proved she could match stroke for stroke, even in her condition. The food was forgotten, along with their laundry spread all over the floor of the bedroom. Brown eyes upon green, they shared little kisses, loving kisses, and a hug that showed how much the women could never be torn apart.
Staying like that for a half-hour, Katherine thought her body could begin to calm after the wonderful tease Bree had given her. However, that all changed as she felt a jarring motion upon her palm as she began to help her wife wind-down with her daily application of cream on her stomach to keep the stretch marks at bay. Even the woman who had made her bring back $115 face cream had her limits.
That limit was about $12, and well worth it. Katherine reeled back as she felt the motion, startled.
"Did you feel that?"
"Uh, no." Bree felt a bit sleepy, but Katherine brought her hand to her stomach, hoping the action would be repeated. They waited and waited for a minute or two.
"OK, you are just a smidge jumpy, Kath. I feel nothing--"
And then, they both felt it. It was very small, almost the same as a tap upon the shoulder. Bree was jarred though, this time feeling the action against her stomach. Her eyes widened as she began to realize that this might be the event Katherine wanted to be called home from work to feel post-haste.
Katherine smiled. "There it was. That was a kick. I know a kick." She felt again as Bree joined her, their hands clasped together.
They both felt the next little boot.
"A kick for sure," Bree confirmed, her usual buttoned-up composure long lost. She began to tear up as Katherine's nose twinkled and the two women kissed, so thankful that even at their ages, they were able to have this true moment shared between them.
"Our children are in there," Katherine soothed, caressing Bree's hair. "They're so alive, so beautiful."
"Think they're going to be strong kids?" Bree asked. "Feeling that, I know they will."
"We'll do right by them," Katherine promised her love. "We came together slowly and it took us awhile to find that common ground. But I know that the both of us together will be able to do what we couldn't alone."
"We were not alone for our older children," Bree said, trying to hold up her strong front.
"But we weren't there for each other. Both of us had to keep our broods under control while dealing with the stresses we both had. There wasn't that support from those who claimed they would love us, for better or worse, who we wore their rings on all of these promises to remain in love, forever." Katherine's hand rested protectively as it always had in sleep upon Bree's stomach. "When we married each other, we both knew that unlike them, our vows were serious and everlasting. When we fight, we talk. We give each other space. The both of us are pragmatic and knowing each other so late in our lives, we know what hurts us."
Bree continued further. "We share an intense connection, Kath. I know in my other marriages it eventually faded away. But when I look into your eyes, I see you still looking at me like I entered the bedroom in my towel and you're the cat about to eat the canary." Laughing softly, she felt light as another kick against her stomach made her look forward to the future. "I always wanted the perfect life, the white picket fence, everything that I had on Wisteria Lane. I never got it. My life is never going to be perfect and the iron fence around this little place is protected by historical codes. But my life with you is what I've always yearned for. I remember when I fell for you, how afraid I was that God was going to judge me for loving a woman. But it feels like it has not turned out to be true. Only those bitches in town and the clergy at the church I've completely disassociated with, they hated us. I love our church. That we can hold hands in public, whether in the park or in a pew as we sing hymns." She took a deep breath, her eyes dripping with tears. "I love you, Katherine. For all that you've done for me...and what a lovely mother you'll be to Heather and Harper."
"And all of our children are happy for us. That's what is most important. No matter our sins in raising them, they're in our corner as we build a family. Together,"
"Together." The women kissed softly, Katherine's lips trailing down Bree's cheeks to dry her tears. Soon the two lovers languidly stroked each other, content, happy and always able to find the light within the darkness which continued to dissipate from their beings with each new day.
THE END.