Lee Stetson searched the fridge for something, anything to eat. Amanda had
been gone for more than a week and the boys had gone to Joe's for the
weekend. He hadn't had time to go shopping and since Amanda was gone, well,
they just didn't have any food. He could probably find something to cook, but
he didn't feel like cooking.
Finally, he spotted a jar of peanut butter in the back of the fridge and his
stomach grumbled at the possibilities. "Perfect," he mumbled to himself.
"Now, if we only have any bread...please, God, let there be bread."
Lee opened the bread box to find only two pieces of white bread and a few
empty plastic bags. "Thank you," he praised, looking heavenward.
He quickly made himself a peanut butter sandwich, with lots of peanut butter,
and headed to the family room to watch TV. As he set his plate on the table
he noticed the silly card the boys had given to Amanda for her birthday. They
had celebrated just before she left.
"What a night that was," he thought sitting down on the couch. It had been
his first 'family' birthday and he had loved every second of it. For the
first time since his parents died, he felt like he was where he belonged and
he was truly happy. That night, alone in their bed, knowing that they were
going to be apart for a week only intensified their feelings and the sex,
though quiet, had been incredible. "Boy, I miss her," he thought to himself.
Smiling at his memories, Lee took a big bite of his sandwich only to realize
he had forgotten something. "Milk," he said, "I need, milk." The thought of
all that peanut butter with nothing to drink was not all that appetizing.
Swallowing as much of the peanut butter as he could, he went back to the
refrigerator pulling out the milk. Cautiously, he sniffed at it before
pouring himself a big glass. He was taking a long gulp when the door in the
hallway opened unexpectedly.
"I'm home!" Amanda called coming in through the garage door and letting their
new golden brown retriever puppy in as well. "Hey puppy," she said
affectionately rubbing the puppy's head. He was yet unnamed. The boys had
been arguing about it since they had gotten him two weeks ago. Amanda and Lee
decided to stay out of it, since the puppy was supposed to be the boys
responsibility, but this was starting to get out of hand. "You need a name,
puppy." Amanda said.
"Hey," Lee greeted Amanda with his sexiest grin, dimples and all, pulling her
close for a kiss as she came into the kitchen.
"Hey, yourself," she answered.
"You're home early."
"Yep, I took an earlier flight. I missed you, and with the boys gone, I
didn't want the weekend to be a complete waste."
"Hmm," Lee hummed noticing the sparkle in her eyes. He slipped his arm around
her waist again, pressing his body close to hers when his stomach grumbled,
promptly reminding him of his sandwich waiting for him in the other room. He
paused midway to her lips, "Hold that thought," he smiled and winked at her.
"I have to eat my sandwich," and he left the room.
Amanda rolled her eyes, "I lost out to a sandwich," she turned and noticed
the jar of peanut butter with the lid sitting on the counter. "A peanut
butter sandwich, no less."
Suddenly, Lee was yelling from the other room. "No, NO, NO! Bad dog." Amanda
quickly entered the room to find their puppy with his chubby little legs up
on the coffee table, happily licking the remains of Lee's peanut butter
sandwich from the plate.
Amanda covered her mouth trying to stifle a giggle.
Lee scooped the puppy up under one arm and turned to glare at Amanda. "It's
not funny, Amanda. That was the last two pieces of bread."
Amanda put her hands up in surrender and backed out of the room as he stalked
towards her. "Sorry," she said, "maybe we should name him Peanut Butter. He
certainly enjoyed your sandwich."
Lee shook his head, taking the puppy back to the garage. When he returned he
found Amanda in the kitchen, leaning against the counter with her arms
crossed.
"Now what am I going to eat."
Amanda shrugged her shoulders, "I'm sure there's something you can make."
Lee sighed, then smiled. "How 'bout you whip something up, and then I'll
serve desert afterwards," he slowly moved towards her.
Amanda shook her head disbelievingly. "I just got back. I'm tired," she
protested.
Lee pouted slipping his hands around her waist.
"No," Amanda pushed against his chest. She could see him slowly moving
forward to kiss her.
He took a step back, but didn't let down. Amanda covertly reached behind her
back searching for something she could use in her defense. Her hand closed
around the handle of the knife sticking out of the jar of peanut butter just
as Lee tilted his head, only a few inches away from her. She clutched the
knife and brought it up between them, but Lee had closed his eyes. If he had
seen the threat, he might've stopped his assault, but he didn't. Seeing no
other choice, Amanda moved to defend herself, and left a glob of peanut
butter right on the tip of Lee's nose.
Lee slowly opened his eyes, still inches away from Amanda's face, and just
stared.
Amanda's eyes widened, waiting for what he was going to do next, what had she
been thinking? After all, he was much bigger than she was, but he just
stared.
Suddenly, he brought his arm from around her waist and smeared a streak of
peanut butter across her cheek. Amanda ducked under his arm and tried to get
away, but Lee wrapped his arms snugly around her waist. He laughed as she
struggled against his hold and she jerked to the side. Losing his balance,
Lee turned before they hit the floor, so she would land on top of him instead
of vice versa.
After they fell, he rolled so she was pinned beneath his long body and smiled
down into her lovely face, marred only by the swipe of peanut butter across
her cheek. "Gotcha."
Amanda couldn't help but smile, she'd forgotten what it felt like to have his
body on top of hers.
Lee waited patiently for Amanda to make the next move.
"The boys are gone?" she asked.
"Yep, Joe picked them up at 5:30."
"And Mother?"
"On a date...made me promise not to wait up."
Amanda grinned, "How about we compromise? You can order a pizza and I'll
serve desert while we wait."
"Mmm, I like that idea Mrs. Stetson," and he swiftly lowered his head,
pressing his lips to hers. After only a moment, he opened his mouth, letting
the tip of his tongue flick against her lower lip. She opened her mouth at
nearly the same time and their tongues met in a frenzied passion.
Lee's hand skimmed Amanda's body, starting at her hip then coming to rest on
the fullness of her right breast. They sighed together as his thumb darted
across her nipple, then circled it lazily.
Amanda could feel Lee growing harder with each passing moment and it was
driving her crazy. Ever since they had announced their marriage and moved in
to their own house, they had been nearly inseparable. This was the first time
they had been away from each other for the night since then and it had been
torture.
Amanda broke away from the kiss, gasping for air, and she pushed on his
chest. Lee pulled back willingly. This was going too fast, it would be over
before it had a chance to really get going. "I'm gonna call the pizza
place." He said standing up.
Amanda smiled. Secretly she loved when Lee got carried away, lost in the
moment. Standing up, she reached for the towel off the oven handle and wiped
at the peanut butter on her cheek. Facing Lee, she wiped the peanut butter
off his nose while he ordered his pizza, then stood on her toes to kiss the
place where the peanut butter had been.
Hanging up the phone, he grinned. "Now, where were we."
"Right about here," Amanda said, wrapping her arms around his neck and
pulling him close for another kiss.
"Mmm," he hummed as her mouth eagerly meshed with his. He pressed the tip of
his tongue to her lips and she opened her mouth willingly, content to let him
explore. Finally, she swept her tongue across his, then sucked on it lightly.
Lee moaned then picked her up, setting her on the kitchen counter, never
breaking their kiss.
Immediately, Amanda started unbuttoning the buttons of his shirt. Lee
returned the favor, pushing the shirt off her shoulders then to the floor.
Amanda ran her hands across his smooth chest and Lee cupped her breasts in
his hands, brushing his thumbs over her nipples, bringing them to tight,
aching peaks.
Arching her back, Amanda moaned, thoroughly enjoying his attentions, but
wanting more. Sensing her need, he brought his hands to the front clasp of
her bra, quickly undoing it and pushing it back and down her slender arms.
"Oh, Lee," she sighed as he nipped at her breasts. Tangling her hands in his
hair, she guided him to her nipple and he latched onto it, suckling gently.
Bringing his other hand up, he gently plucked at the other nipple with his
long, capable fingers.
As soon as he was where she wanted him, she moved her slim fingers down,
scraping her fingernails over his chest, and ending up at the button to his
jeans. Unbuttoning them quickly, she reached inside to brush her fingers
against his growing erection. She paused momentarily while he kissed his way
to her other breast, then she unzipped his jeans, pushing them and his boxers
over his hips. Amanda moved her fingers slowly from his backside, across his
hips, then took his erection in one hand, cupping and kneading his testicles
with the other.
"Oh, God," he sighed as he lifted his smoky green eyes to meet her brown
ones.
Amanda smiled and squeezed him gently running her thumb across the tip of his
penis.
Not wanting to wait any longer, Lee quickly divested Amanda of the rest of
her clothes and pulled her hips forward to the edge of the counter. Their
eyes locked as Lee guided the tip of his erection to her wet opening and when
he was sure he had her attention, he entered her with one sure thrust.
Amanda and Lee both gasped at the sensation. Wrapping her arms around his
neck, she brought him closer, kissing his shoulder then planting hot, wet
kisses along his collarbone.
Lee groaned then lifted her right thigh from the counter top, encouraging her
to wrap her legs around him. She immediately complied, locking her heels in
the small of his back, opening herself up to him completely.
Grasping her hip, he rocked with her, pushing deeper and harder than before.
That sweet aching pleasure grew with each thrust and he nuzzled his face into
her neck, inhaling the familiar smell of her skin and hair. He traced his
fingertips down the smooth skin of her leg, from hip to knee, then back up
again. He loved her long sexy legs and he loved having them wrapped around
him even more.
"Oh God, Amanda," he mumbled against the soft skin of her neck. As he came
closer and closer to the edge, he wanted nothing more than to take her with
him, so he moved his hand from her leg, bringing it to where their bodies
were joined. He flicked his thumb across her clit once, twice. She jumped in
his arms, then tightened her hold on him, bringing him closer, deeper.
"Oh, Lee. Almost...there..." she whispered.
He pressed on her clit one more time and she moaned his name against his
sweat slicked shoulder. Her inner muscles spasmed and clenched around him and
her legs shook with the intensity of her orgasm.
That was all it took for him to fly over the edge, his shaft pulsing as he
released himself into her.
Amanda slumped against him and he moved his hands from her trembling body to
lean on the counter.
"Oh, Amanda, I missed you so much."
"Hmm," she sighed, "I missed you, too."
They stood that way, in each other's arms, for a moment, just enjoying the
fact that they were together.
Finally, Lee helped Amanda off the counter and they both began to dress
slowly.
Lee had just pulled his shirt on when the doorbell rang, signaling the
arrival of the pizza. Going to the front door, he paid for the pizza and
brought it back in to the kitchen. When he entered, he paused just staring at
Amanda. She had been much slower in getting dressed than him. Having just
finished buttoning her blouse, she hadn't yet put her slacks on.
Deliberately, his eyes followed the length of her long legs from the hem of
her shirt down to her slim ankles and perfect feet, back up to what her
blouse barely covered and he felt himself growing hot and hard all over
again.
Moving back to her side, he distractedly set the pizza on the counter then
swept her up into his arms. Amanda gasped in surprise, then smiled and
wrapped her arms securely around his neck. "I thought you were hungry?" she
said, eyes twinkling.
"Mmm, I am," he answered moving toward the stairs.
"What about your pizza?" she laughed.
"I'll eat it cold."
The End
Story Notes:
Disclaimer: Scarecrow and Mrs. King is the property of Warner Brothers and Shoot the Moon enterprises. This story is for entertainment purposes only. No infringement of rights is intended.
Takes place late 1987, marriage is no longer a secret and they have moved into their own house
Takes place late 1987, marriage is no longer a secret and they have moved into their own house