A Little Southern Romance(closed)

Isabelle moved through the hallway of the small house on hands and knees, dragging along a bucket half full of some kind of diluted cleaner. Her hands were clad in a pair of those god-awful yellow rubber gloves that came up to her elbows, protecting her skin from the chemicals. She was scrubbing the baseboards along the hall way, trying to wash away all the dirt and grime that had collected there over the four months since she and Nikolas had moved into the little house.

Stopping in her progress, she gave a soft sigh and rubbed her upper arm against her forehead, trying to wipe away the little sheen of sweat that had appeared as well as push a few stray locks of her strawberry blond hair out of her eyes. Her back ached from all the work she'd been doing all day, but it was one of her days off from her work at the bookstore and she really needed to get the cleaning and such done.

For the months since they'd moved in, she and her husband had been kicking ass in trying to make the necessary repairs needed to the house, including repainting many of the rooms and putting down a beautiful cherry hardwood floor through most of the common rooms in the house. The two bedrooms had received new carpets, and the basement had been thoroughly cleaned from top to bottom(though this last bit was mostly because the young couple wanted a good, clean, organized area to put most of their "hobby" stuff.

Mothers day was only a week away, and Nikolas' mother was going to be visiting for the weekend. It had, after all, been a while since Nik had seen his mother, and Isabelle couldn't begrudge them the time together... even if the woman did hate her.

Listening to the silence that echoed through the small house, she sighed, realizing that her CD had finally shut off. Standing with a huff, the 21 year old redhead made her way to the living room, where she selected another CD and, humming along with the smooth voice of Josh Turner, went back to what she'd been doing.

All the windows in the house were open, letting in the smell of sweet wildflowers that were in bloom throughout the field that stretched out behind their house. True, it was in the middle of nowhere, but this place was their own little piece of heaven. She worked in the town only 15 minutes away, and he worked... wherever the company sent him. After all... he had a company truck and a gas card, so it didn't cost them anything extra when he had to go further out than usual.

Another scent wafted through the house, starting at the oven. Nik's favorite, home made apple pie was baking in the oven.


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Name: Isabelle K. D'Crow
Age: 20
Hair: Strawberry blonde, curly, to the middle of her back
Eyes: Jade Green
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 110 lbs
Build: Petite, Curvy, Delicate

Background: Never knew her mother, raised by her father who lives in California. High school graduate and part time college student, taking classes in writing through a college online.

The rumble of his truck came to a stop in the driveway. Opening the door, Nikolas stepped from the F250 and grabbed his cooler, heading for the front door. Looking down at himself, he took a deep breath. Isabelle was gonna bitch at him if he came into the house in muddy workboots. Especially knowing that his mother was coming this weekend!

Setting his cooler down, he stripped off his boots as well as his jeans. It was a good thing that they didn't have any neighbors close by! Leaving his boots outside, he rolled up his jeans, walking through the front door in just his boxer briefs, socks and his dirty tank top. "'Bella?? Where are ya??" His deep voice carried a subtle southern accent, having grown up between Oklahoma and Texas.

Nik's parents were divorced. His mother, who lived in Dallas, had had primary custody of Nik and his older sister when they were younger. His father, who lived on a horse ranch in a small town in Oklahoma, had the kids during the summer. Arcadia, Nik's sister who was better known as Cadi, lived not too far from where Nik and Isabelle were now. The siblings were close, being fraternal twins and all. They couldn't bear to live too far from each other!

Making his way down the hallway, Nik peered around. "Isabelle?? Baby??"

((Stats:
Name: Nikolas D'Crow
Age: 27
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 204 lbs
Hair: Sandy brown with natural red hi-lites
Eyes: Blue with green around the edges))

By the time Nik got home, Isabelle was in the spare bathroom, the one his mother would use, still on her hands and knees, scrubbing the floor with a hand held scrub brush while at the same time singing along with Josh Turner, who she now had on loop. Nik sang a lot like him, so it was a natural thing that she'd like the young singer's music.

"Would you go with me, if we rolled through fields of fire?" she sang softly, bottom up in the air and wiggling as she subconsciously moved to the song. And then she heard him calling for her, her singing ceasing as she called back over her shoulder to him.

"In the spare bathroom, dear," she yelled. It was true, perhaps she was stressing over this visit a bit more than was natural, but in Bella's opinion, the woman hated her and she'd never be good enough. Thusly... she had to make the best impression possible during this first visit they'd be paid since they were married.

After she'd called back to him, she went back to scrubbing at the nonexistent grime that was at the base of the tub and the new hardwood floor.

Standing in the doorway of the bedroom where she was, Nik just shook his head, watching his young wife scrub the floors like some kind of cleaning slave. He cocked his head to the side a bit as he watched her ass move in the air to the music, chuckling to himself.

Nik knew that Isabelle thought that his mother hated her, that Bella wasn't good enough for her 'baby boy' like most mothers did at some point. Hence, the obsessive cleaning that Bella was doing now. "Babe...she's not gonna git down on th' floors wit' a damn lookin' glass an' inspect ev'ry part of th' house...ah promise! An' ya scrubbed that spot yesterday..."

He was standing there, hands on either side of the doorway, leaning into the room some. Still in just that tank top and his boxer briefs, Nik had every intention of just jumping into the shower, but hearing music going, he knew what Isabelle was up to.

Shifting her weight to one side some, Bella pivoted herself on the ball of one hand and plopped onto her shapely bottom, looking up at her husband. As she was moving, however, she was speaking. "I want to make the best impression possible... and if she notices even the tiniest mess-" she cut herself off at the sight of him standing there. Tilting her head to the side, she arched a brow and looked him over.

"I sure hope you didn't go to work like that... but if you did... congratulations on having the cleanest legs any bare-legged construction worker ever managed." Lifting those jade eyes to look up into his own, she smiled some and tugged her rubber gloves off, setting them and the scrub brush aside.

Pulling herself to her feet, she stood and moved over to him, where she instantly began to remove his shirt, then took his jeans from him. "Do me a favor, baby? Take the food out of the oven while I put these in the wash?" She gave him a sweet smile, standing on tiptoe to kiss him on the cheek before brushing past him and heading down to the basement where she could put his dirty clothes in the wash before they could make a mess of her house.

Of course... she did have a reason for having him perform the menial task of taking something out of the oven... she knew he'd be surprised to see his favorite desert coming fresh out of the heat.

Nik chuckled again, watching his wife's reaction to his attire at that moment in time. "Yeah..ya know...it was No Pants Day at th' site today. We all like compared legs an' shit."

He caught her waist briefly, holding her to him and kissed her longer before she moved away to go put his clothes into the washer. Nik smacked her on the butt gently as he made his way out towards the kitchen to do what she had asked him to do. He really wanted to take a shower, but it could wait for a minute he guessed!

Padding out into the kitchen he'd refurbished a little just before they had fully moved in, he peeked down into the oven, peering through the little window there. A huge grin spread out over his lips as he saw the delicacy that was baking, that was ready to come out.

He grabbed an oven mitt, pulling the sweet concoction out and setting it on the stovetop, leaning over it and inhaling deeply. Damn...Isabelle knew how to get to him!! Through his stomach was one of the best ways! There was another...and that was between himself and Bella.

He looked both ways, reaching into the silverware drawer with one hand, watching for any site of Bella. He could sneak a piece!! She'd never know until it was too late!! His eyes moved back to the hot apple pie, a childlike wide grin on his lips, the knife hovering over the delicate pastry dough that covered the top.

Isabelle snuck up to the door into the kitchen, having the odd inkling her husband would be hovering over her pie, knife in hand, ready to dig in when she wasn't looking. And she wasn't to be disappointed, either. Smirking, she stood behind him in the door way, hands on her shapely hips as she tapped one bare foot.

"A-hem!" she cleared her throat over dramatically, "And just what do you think you're doing, Nikolas Michael D'Crow?" Making her way into the kitchen, she smacked both of his hands away from the pie. "You haven't had your dinner, mister! Now go take a shower, I ordered a pizza, its on the way and you'd better be clean before it gets here."

She grinned up at him, gently taking the utensils from him and setting them aside on the counter, pushing him slowly back toward one of the walls. When his back met with it, she grinned wickedly. "And if you're a really good boy, I may just let you have two deserts tonight."

Nik about jumped out of his skin as he heard Bella yelling at him. Turning around slowly, he just grinned at her, his mouth opening and closing, working like he was going to say something but nothing came out.

As she backed him up against the wall, he just grinned down at her. Damn!! She caught him!! As she mentioned that he may get two desserts if he was a good boy, he licked over his lower lip slowly.

"That mean ah gotta like wash between mah toes an' stuff too?? That ah gotta shave?" He chuckled, moving his hands to her waist as he pulled her against him, leaning in to kiss her softly before heading off to the bathroom to bathe quickly. He sniffed the air, breathing in both the scent of his wife and the pie. It was like heaven on earth at that moment in time!

Isabelle grinned up at her husband, nodding at his questions as to washing and shaving. "You'd better shave... you know I can't stand it when you let that stubble grow in." She murmured into the kiss, sliding her hands over his chest and stomach slowly, feeling the well toned muscles beneath the skin.

As he turned to walk away, however, she gave his ass a firm smack, grinning, and watched him go. Turning, she switched off the oven and went out onto the small back patio that was little more than a concrete slab(something the young couple planned to remedy in the coming summer months), and picked up the big glass pitcher like thing she'd used to make sun tea in.

Cadia was a great friend and like the sister Bella had never had, and the southern woman was slowly teaching her brother's new wife how to survive in the south. She'd gotten her out of gap brand long sleeves and pants and into cut off jeans and tank tops so Bella wouldn't bake during the summers. She'd taught her all the tricks to keeping the house cool but still clean, and had even given her tips on how to handle her brother when he got out of hand.

It was as these thoughts were running through her head and Bella was stirring the sugar into the liquid that there was a knock at the door. "Damn... he's early!" she said softly, wiping her hands on her short cutoffs before walking to the door.

When she got there, she looked out the screen door to see the young pizza delivery guy standing there. Granted, he wasn't all that young... he was about a year older than herself, and he always seemed to be unusually prompt whenever she ordered a pizza.

Pulling the money from her back pocket, she opened the door and handed it over before reaching the pizza, trying to ignore the almost hungry look the man gave her as he took his time handing over the pizza.

Nik jumped yet again as Bella smacked his ass. "Don't do that unless ya promisin' som'thin' else!!!" He chuckled as he headed down the hallway to the small bathroom. Stripping of what was left of his clothing, he started the water and stepped under the hot spray of the water.

It was a quick shower, maybe 15 min. tops! Enough time for him to scrub himself clean, shave and brush his teeth. Exiting the bathroom with a towel around his waist, he headed down towards his and Bella's bedroom at the end of the hall, far from where the spare bedroom was. Pulling on a clean pair of boxer briefs, he slid on a pair of khaki shorts and headed back down the hallway.

By the time the pizza was finally handed over, Nik was just leaving the bedroom and coming down the hall. Bella made it a point and a show to shut the main door and not just the screen door, a shudder moving through her as she moved back into the house. That guy was really creepy.

She smiled at the sight of her husband, however, and smiled softly as she moved into the kitchen, grabbing a couple paper plates and setting them near where the pizza box was sitting on the counter. Next, she went and put ice in two glasses. "Come'n get it, baby," she said with a grin, and was soon pouring them both a big glass of sun brewed tea.

Holding his tea out to him, she went and sat down at the table, not getting herself any food just yet. Her appetite had been unsettled by the guy who delivered the pizza, as it usually was, but she was doing her best to act like nothing was bothering her. It was probably just paranoia, anyway.

Nik leaned in and kissed her as they passed when he entered the kitchen. He grabbed up two slices and slide them on his plate, putting two more slices on top of those ones.

He moved to the table and sat down, picking up one of the slices and starting to stuff it into his mouth. When it came to food, Nik practically inhaled it. There was only one thing that he ever ate slowly!

Noticing the change in Bella's demeanor, he raised a brow, swallowing what was in his mouth. "Ya OK, love??" He glanced towards the door, hearing the pizza guy's car leaving, this look coming over his face. And it wasn't a good look!!

"Ah'ma kick his ass, Bella....that boy's been freakin' ya out ever since we started gettin' food from that place!!"

Bella sighed at her husband's words. "He hasn't done anything wrong, Nik... Besides, we've never gotten food from a take out place quite as fast as when we started ordering from them." She patted his hand before rising, moving to finally grab herself a slice of pizza from the box, sitting back down across from him.

"He's just a little wierd, is all... I don't like the way he seems to look at me. Like I'm a piece of meat or something..." She gave a little shudder at the thought and gulped down some of her tea. "Besides... every time he gets a look that you're around, he hightails it out of here." There was a grin on her face as she added that last tidbit of information.

After taking a few bites of her pizza, she stood and walked behind him, tiny hands beginning to knead the muscles out of his tense shoulders. Leaning down, she whispered into his ear, letting her warm breath flow over it. "Now... be a good boy and eat all your dinner so you can have your deserts," she whispered, making it a point to make the desert a plural.

" Ah still don't like the way he looks atcha, baby....like he's undressin' ya wit' his eyes."

Nik had already scarfed down 3 of the slices and was working on the 4th one when Bella got up and came up behind him, starting to massage his shoulders. The slight anger that was building melted away as he felt her hands on him. Mere seconds and the 4th piece was gone. Pushing his plate away, he leaned back to her, putting his hands over her's.

He chuckled as he heard her words. "Ah'm tryin' ta be a good boy. Look...mah dinner's all gone!" He leaned his head back, looking up at her, a grin on his lips.

Bella smirked, walking around him and sliding her leg over his lap, straddling him as he sat in the chair. Looping her arms around his neck, she twirled the tips of her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck. Leaning her forehead against his, she smiled some and kissed his lips. "I love you, Nik," she whispered.

Leaning back, she leaned against the table and shifted, working herself to rub against him through his jeans. "Now... which desert did you want first?" There was a twinkle in her eyes as she asked, and an almost evil little smirk on her lips. They only had a week before his mother would be there, and then, she reasoned, they'd probably have to stop their nightly, usually loud, romps.

Nik had his hands at her hips when she slid onto his lap. When she leaned forward with her forehead against his, he smiled as he kissed her back. "Ah love ya more, Bella."

A low groan came from his throat as he felt her basically grinding down against him. She was gonna make this a really hard decision. Sex or pie? Pie or sex??

He chuckled, his fingers working under her shirt as he got this thoughtful look on his face. "Cain't ah have both at th' same time?" He licked over his lower lip, watching her face for any reaction. Nik quickly glanced down, watching her work her hips, then back up as he slid his hands up over her flat stomach and up to her ribcage, her shirt going with it.

Isabelle let him remove her shirt, grinning from ear to ear. "Oh no... you have to pick one or the other, baby..." she said softly, a mischievous glint in her eye. When he had her shirt peeled away, he'd find himself staring at his young wife's perky breasts, no bra to cover them.

Her nipples were already erect, and there were little goosebumps all over her skin as the cool breeze came through the window to tease them. "If you really do love me more, Nik, you'll take me to bed," she said softly, grinding against him with a little more purpose.

Leaning in, she whispered into his ear. "I want you to take me to bed... pin me down, and have your way with me."

His blue-green eyes went to her breasts, that tip of his tongue snaking over his lower lip yet again. Nik raised his gaze to meet her eyes as his hands moved to her breasts, thumbs teasing over her nipples, his forefinger joining in as well, tugging at them.

He cleared his throat a little, eyes almost rolling back in his head as she pressed and ground down against him more. "Gawd damn, Bella...." He raised his head, grinning still.

Then Nik just picked her up in his arms as he heard what she had said last. It was like those were the magic words!! Heading down the hallway to their bedroom, he almost just went into the spare like they had done a couple times before. But that little thought that his mother was going to be there soon changed that!

Once in their bedroom, he didn't even bother to shut the door. It was just them in the house after all, right?? He laid her back on the bed, working fast to get his pants off and make his way back to her.

Isabelle giggled at his groans of pleasure, enjoying the look on his face caused by little more than her grinding herself against him. And it would seem her actions weren't the only things that had such a lovely effect on him. Being lifted, she wrapped her legs around his waist as he lifted her, still shifting her weight slightly to press herself to the bulge that was steadily forming in his pants.

When they reached the bedroom, she unwrapped her legs and grinned as he set her down. Almost instantly though, she was squirming, unbuttoning her jean cut offs and shimmying out of them, followed by the little blue thong she'd been wearing underneath.

Laying back on the bed, she licked her lips and watched him, one hand venturing between her legs to play with the lips of her delicate, tiny flower. "Take me, Nik... I need you so badly."

Just as he had kicked his legs out of his shorts, his eyes fell back on Bella's hand wandering between her legs, his jaw practically dropping. It wasn't as if she hadn't done that before with him watching, because that wasn't the case!

His own hand moved down and over his cock which had sprung even more to life since the discardation of his shorts and boxer briefs. Biting at the corner of his lip, Nik moved to the edge of the bed, his body hovering over Bella's now.

"Ah kin tell, baby..." He chuckled softly, leaning in and kissing her, driving his tongue into her mouth. He still wasn't sure if she wanted any foreplay right now as his hands went to her wrists, pulling them from between her legs and bringing them up over her head. Nik easily pinned both her hands with just one of his.

Bella blushed, smiling and squirming beneath him as he pinned her arms above her head. She moved and shifted her hips, even lifted them some, allowing her pouty, hairless pussy to brush over the head of his cock. "Please, Nik, please!" she practically begged, legs parting wide before lifting and wrapping themselves around his hips, trying to pull him down into her.

She was partially breathless, and from the brush he got with her, it would be obvious that she was not only willing, but ready in every sense of the word. "Claim me, Nik..." She hadn't asked him to do that since their wedding night, the night when she gave herself over to him completely.

That was one of the most memorable nights for her, the night he'd pinned her down and taken her with everything he had, even gone as far as to tell her she was his and no one else could have her.

Sometimes a woman just needs to be reminded... given that kind of reassurance.

Nik growled deep in the back of his throat as Bella arched her hips up, rubbing against him. Looking back down at her, this animalistic look starting to show in his eyes a bit.

He arched his hips up after she wrapped her legs around his waist, impaling herself on his shaft. After a long moan and holding himself in her for a few moments, he pulled back out almost all the way before driving his cock back into her.

A thought crossed his mind as he looked down at her. He'd always wanted to tie Bella up. But sometimes, he didn't know how to say it. He'd even gone as far as buying silk scarves and had them in a shoebox under the bed. He was sure she might have found them during her cleaning sprees, but she had never mentioned anything to him about them.

Isabelle nearly screamed as he thrust himself into her the first time, feeling her body forced to give way and accept him. Her eyes went wide, mouth open as she let out a little strangled cry, and then he was pulling back out and thrusting back in. A moan left her this time, though seemed to almost cross the line over into a scream as the last one had.

Even as he began to pull out again, she was moaning, the walls of her pussy clinging to him, fighting to keep him inside. "Nik!" She leaned up, covering his mouth with her own, kissing him as deeply as the angle would allow. She held it for several moments, feeling him still thrusting in and out of her.

Finally though, she pulled back and, panting, she looked him in the eye. "You can do whatever you want with me, Nik," she whispered. "I'm all yours, remember?"

Nik kept forcefully thrusting in and out of her, nodding his head in agreement with her statement. "Mine an' no one else's..." He had managed to get out through a couple groans.

Then all of a sudden, he stopped as he held himself inside of her. It was time for the scarves. This grin came over his lips as he, still keeping himself deeply impaled in her, moved to the side and grabbed for that box under the bed, pulling it out and setting it off to the side of her head.

Those blue-green eyes looked up at the headboard and back to her. He let go of her wrists, a soft silkyness taking the place of his calloused hand. Nik easily picked her up and moved her up on the bed, tying off each scarf to an opposite pole on the headboard of their bed. You see, their headboard..it had many poles set along it. Nik had purposely picked this one out for this reason!

He looked back down at her, a huge grin on his lips as he leaned in and kissed her deeply, hands running down over her sides as he started to thrust again, pounding into her with everything he was worth for a few moments before slowing down and speeding back up again.

Isabelle gasped as she felt him tie her up, even tugged at them for good measure, though she didn't have a chance to say anything. As soon as he had her tied, he was thrusting in and out of her again, pulling moans and cries of pleasure from her. Her legs wrapped tighter around her as she squirmed.

The scarves held her in place and the feeling of helplessness didn't do anything but turn her on more. Now he really was having his way with her! He was going to fuck his little wife until he decided he wanted to stop and there was nothing she could do about it!

She could feel herself get wetter, her nipples harder, breathing heavier as she lay beneath of him, feeling him pound into her body. Fast... slow, fast... "Oh god... Nik..." she moaned, eyes closing as she squirmed and panted, feeling her orgasm fast approaching.