Perfectly Matched
Posted by DiF on Sunday, August 14, 2011 Under: Valentine's
Title: Perfectly Matched
Fandom: The Who
Characters: Pete & Cady
Word Count: 4310
Rating: NC-17, sex
Warnings/Spoilers/Summary: Pete and Cady exchange... trinkets and acts of love on Valentines Day 1968.
They had not been together yet a year, though he had loved her much longer. Despite this, Pete felt like he had to do something rather remarkable for the holiday made for romantics, especially considering they recently returned home from a disastrous tour of Australia and New Zealand. He needed to thank her for not only putting up with the band during such, but for keeping him from completely destroying everything in both countries. She had been his saving grace the months they were together. He had to do something exceptional for her.
For whatever reason Pete went to Keith for ideas. Every single one of the drummer’s suggestion involved spending ridiculous amounts of money. If anything Pete was a bit more reasonable with his money than Keith, likely a result of being with Cady as well. The woman’s influence touched every part of his life. He only hoped he effected her similarly.
Her influence as well as Kit’s, was a big part of the reason Pete was pursuing the idea of rock opera once more. Cady was very much a part of his music. So it certainly made sense for him to write her a song. Pete presumed she had no idea he had spent the past two weeks devoted to writing her a song, hoping she passed off his work as something related to the rock opera.
But he couldn’t just give her a song. There had to be more involved, much more involved. Dinner some place nice in London was a given. What could he tie a bow on? Listening to Keith ramble lists of ideas, Pete really did not think his girlfriend needed those expensive trinkets. She rarely wore jewelry, items that always had some story behind them, many of which they purchased on their travels together. He couldn’t just go and buy her a diamond necklace; she wasn’t that kind of woman. It needed more symbolism, like how an engagement ring had symbo— oh. That’s what he should purchase for her. It was time to ask the question.
After spending all day searching for the ring, Pete finally found it. Cady was no ordinary woman, she could have no ordinary ring. Plus he wanted nothing more than to impress the family he had yet to meet. The ring was unique and very expensive, both he hoped would impress everyone. But most importantly, the moment his eyes landed on it, Pete saw it sparkle on her finger. It was the one.
Entering the flat he shared with Cady, Pete halted in the doorway. The sweet scent of a baking cake wafted over him. Clearly his woman had something in mind as well. Closing the door quietly, he made his way to the small galley kitchen. Just as he stepped in Cady opened the oven to remove the cake. Without thought his eyes dropped to the hem of her... shirt as she bent over. He was instantly rewarded with a glimpse of powder blue lacy panties. It took all of his willpower to pull his gaze away and cool his boiling blood as she set the cake on a rack to cool.
Twisting the oven’s knobs off, Cady noticed Pete’s reflection on the teapot on the stove top. For a brief moment she considered teasing him more, knowing he had already gotten a partial glimpse. Instead she turned around, smiling, and met his eyes.
“Hi,” she muttered.
“Where are your pants, young lady?” he asked, taking a step forward.
“Drying on the line. I got cake batter on them and had to do something about it,” she explained, seeing the feral glint in his eyes. “Where have you been?”
“Places.”
“Doing what?”
“Finishing things for tomorrow.”
“I rather hope you haven’t made ridiculous reservations at some place Kit recommended.”
“And if I have?”
“Then you should cancel them. I’m cooking dinner tomorrow,” Cady proclaimed.
“But, baby, you cook all the time.”
“Because I like to. And don’t you dare deny that home cooking isn’t welcome after tour food,” she declared. “I’ve been planning this meal for weeks, Pete.”
He held her eyes, “All right, all right. I’ll cancel our reservations.”
Cady smiled brightly and kissed him, “Or you could switch them to tonight if you want. I haven’t anything planned for tonight.”
Pete considered it for a moment, “Go put on a pretty dress. We’re going out.”
Sleeping until mid afternoon after taking Cady out the night before for dinner, dancing, and drinking, Pete slowly stretched in bed. It didn’t surprise him to wake alone as she normally woke before him. He slowly extricated himself from the warm bed and stumbled out of the bedroom. His angel sat at the table, her dark pink tongue sticking out slightly as she decorated the cake. Admiring it for a moment, Pete stopped beside her, his hand touching her shoulder to draw her attention.
After a quick good morning kiss, Pete muttered, “I love you.”
Cady’s eyes sparkled, “I love you too. Would you like me to make you breakfast?”
He kissed her forehead, “No need, sweetie. I’ll just grab a cup of coffee before I head out.”
“You’re leaving?”
“Not for long,” he quickly proclaimed. “I just have to pick something up.”
Cady nodded, “All right. Does that mean you’ll want dinner before six then?”
“Whenever you have it planned is perfect.”
“I figured we would eat at seven, tea at three.”
“I promise to be home with plenty of time,” Pete vowed.
Dancing around the apartment in a flirty pink dress, Cady waited for Pete to return home. It was nearly teatime and he had promised to be back by then. She wasn’t particularly worried. Pete had never let her down. She knew he had his band, but never her. Never had Cady felt like she truly mattered to someone. Never before had she felt so loved. Oh and she was, she knew she was. Which made dancing around the room feel that much better.
Twirling about Cady did not notice Pete step into the flat, a large bouquet of flowers in his arms. Letting the door close behind him, Pete watched in amusement as she gyrated and twirled to the music. That alone made him more anxious to share his gifts with her.
The song ended that side of the album. Touched with regret, Cady stopped dancing and headed to the record player. Freezing in her tracks, her eyes flicked to her beau. Seeing him first and the flowers second, Cady hurried over to him, throwing her arms around him. He barely moved the flowers out of the way to avoid crushing to join in the passionate kiss.
“You’re late,” Cady declared after ending the kiss.
“I apologize. The shop was much busier than I expected. Do flowers help you forgive me?” he held them out.
“Kiss me again and forgiveness is yours.”
Cuddling on the sofa after tea, Cady lifted Pete’s hand and splayed his fingers. His callouses were rough but a dark scab still colored his hand, from a broken string in New Zealand she thought. His fingernails were mostly regrown, but she presumed they were still sore. With little thought, Cady showered his playing hand with small kisses. Smiling his fingers went to her chin, tipping her lips to receive his.
“Cady, I have a confession.”
Her brows furrowed slightly, “Okay...”
“While the shop was busier than I expected, that’s not why I was gone so long,” Pete began.
“Okay...”
“I had to make a very important phone call,” he added, “to the US.”
“Pete, just spit it out.”
“I called your father.”
“What? Why?” Cady instantly pulled away.
Not liking her response, Pete said, “Don’t worry, baby. It went just fine. Better than fine I would say. We talked for nearly an hour.”
“Pete, why would you—”
“I love you, Cady. I love you more than I ever thought possible. He deserved to know that. He deserved to hear it from me,” he claimed. “And I wanted his blessing.”
“Why would you want that? He doesn’t give a shit about me.”
“Yes, he does, baby.”
“No, he doesn’t. Because I’ve never been society like my sisters. Hell I’m in love with a rock star, that has to chafe him,” Cady stated.
“He certainly wasn’t excited about it at first,” Pete concurred. “But he wants you to be happy most of all. And I think by the end of the conversation, he believed that I might be the one to bring you that.”
Looking into his eyes, Cady tried to answer her own questions. His beautiful blue eyes did not give her anything at all.
“Pete, why did you think it necessary to prove yourself, prove our love, to him?”
“I want his blessing.”
“For what? Why?”
“This is not how I imagined it,” he muttered, pulling away from her.
“Imagined what?”
Pete slipped off the sofa, kneeling before her. Reaching into his pocket, he produced a small velvet-bound box. Cracking it open his eyes went to hers as her eyes settled on the ring. Nestled on a black velvet pillow, a white gold band sparkled. A shimmering oval cut blue sapphire dominated the setting, two diamonds set in triangles flanking it. It wasn’t large or ostentatious in his eyes, perfectly suited for his love.
“Marry me, Cady. Marry me and be mine forever.”
Her lips were slightly parted in surprise, her eyes flicking to and from the ring. Words did not work at all, became muddled in her mind. Pete was asking her to marry him. Never before had they discussed it but she always intended to be with him forever.
“Oh, Pete,” she finally muttered, “yes. Very much yes.”
Grinning he quickly plucked the ring out of the box, tossing the latter aside. Kissing her fingertips, Pete slid the ring onto the all-important finger. He quickly moved back onto the sofa, slipped his arms around her, his lips seeking hers.
As he pulled out of the kiss, Pete noticed tears on her cheeks, “Baby, why do you cry?”
“Oh, Pete, I love you so much. You have no idea how much you mean to me, how much this means to me,” she responded. “I love you.”
Pete kissed her again, “I love you, too, Cady. Don’t cry, baby. Don’t cry.”
Her eyes wavered as she looked into his, “Pete, I... you make me so happy. I don’t deserve you.”
“You don’t deserve me? I don’t deserve you, Cady,” he proclaimed. “I don’t deserve you at all, baby.”
“Well then we’re perfectly matched,” she smiled and kissed him quickly. “Perfectly matched.”
Midway through their meal, which Pete was certain they served in heaven, he noticed her ring was gone. Not even a few hours engaged and she had removed the ring. Panic began to rise in his soul at the very thought of what it could mean. The delicious mouthful of potato suddenly became stuck, glue in his mouth.
“Pete?” Cady noticed the fear in his eyes.
He quickly finished chewing and swallowed, “Cady, where is your ring?”
Her eyes snapped to her hand, “Fuck.”
Setting down her fork she quickly got up. Without saying a word she hurried away from the table, disappearing into the small kitchen. Pete leaned to the left, attempting to see what she was doing, though futilely. A minute later, she returned, sparkling ring back on her finger. Pausing next to him before heading to her chair, Cady kissed him lovingly on the mouth and slipped back into her chair.
“Sorry to worry you, love,” she stated. “I took it off so I wouldn’t worry about it while cooking. I’m sorry.”
“No no,” he smiled uneasily. “I shouldn’t have panicked. Of course it had to be something like that. I’m the one who should be—”
“Pete,” she warned.
Nodding, he looked down at his dinner plate, “This really is excellent, Cady. I don’t think I have tasted anything quite as exquisite as tonight’s meal.”
Cady smiled, “We’re not done yet. There’s still cake... and stuff.”
His eyes went up to hers, “And stuff?”
She merely grinned and winked at him. They finished their meal with small talk, Pete commenting on the status of his rock opera, Cady trying to verbalize the painting in her head. Dinner gave away easily to the cake she spent nearly an hour decorating with flowers and hearts. Pete fought with her for a few minutes about cleaning up, but she did relent and slipped into the bedroom while he did the dishes. Drying his hands off, he turned to look for his girlfriend, no, fiancée, expecting to see her lounging on the sofa. Without her immediately present, he decided to turn out the harsh lamps and light a few candles. It would provide a much more romantic lighting for his intimate performance of the song he wrote for her.
Retrieving his acoustic from its case, he sat on the sofa and quickly tuned the instrument. Hearing the bedroom door creak open, which reminded him that he once more needed to grease the hinge, Pete’s eyes flicked up to the doorway. All breath left his body. His heart stopped, all of his blood quickly pooling much lower in his body. With only the soft glow of the dozen candles scattered about the living room warmly lighting her, Cady looked... there were no words to explain it. She wore a deep red satin bustier, her breasts barely contained within it. Tiny pink ribbons ran along the top hemline and front seams of the corset, intertwining with red for the straps. Below the bottom edge, which ended just barely below Cady’s navel, the pink ribbons continued, fastened to her deep red stockings. A simple matching red satin panty concealed her sex from his eyes, but only just barely. The highest red heels he had ever seen her wear, especially since she was a tall woman, completed her outfit.
Eyes leaving her toes, he once more met her gaze. As she leaned seductively against the door frame, Pete struggled to maintain eye contact. Giving in, his lust-filled eyes once more looked over her body, this time noticing how her chocolate tresses seemed to curl about her breasts, pointing greater attention to them. Her lips were painted a deep ruby red, matching the satin covering her body, and her eyes were lined with dark kohl. He could not believe this vision belonged to him for always.
“Pete,” she breathed.
“Oh baby,” he groaned.
With a sly smile, Cady slinked towards him. Pete practically threw his guitar aside to make room for Cady to slip into his lap. She straddled his lap and kissed him gently, her lipstick leaving a soft hint of red before she pulled back. Her eyes flicked to the guitar at his side, even though he was very much focused on her, not what he had been doing.
“Why the guitar, Pete?” she asked.
“Huh?”
Cady leaned over and picked up his Gibson, “Why the guitar, Pete?”
His eyes flicked to it, his brain struggling to answer her question, “Because... because...”
“Pete?”
“I wrote you a song,” he quickly declared, eyes returning to hers.
She grinned, “You did?”
“Uh huh.”
“Were you planning on singing it for me?”
“Uh huh.”
Cady kissed him briefly once more before pivoting out of his lap, “Sing for me, Pete.”
Closing his eyes as she pressed the guitar into his hands, he took a deep breath, attempting to push the indecent thoughts out of his mind. He just needed to get through the song, just get through the song. Another deep breath and he was able to cool his libido long enough to strum the guitar once to check its tuning. Clearing his throat, Pete opened his eyes and looked directly into her eyes, focusing on her eyes.
“I'd gladly lose me to find you
I'd gladly give up all I had
To find you I'd suffer anything and be glad
I'd pay any price just to get you
I'd work all my life and I will
To win you I'd stand naked, stoned and stabbed
I'd call that a bargain
The best I ever had
The best I ever had
I'd gladly lose me to find you
I'd gladly give up all I got
To catch you I'm gonna run and never stop
I'd pay any price just to win you
Surrender my good life for bad
To find you I'm gonna drown an unsung man
I'd call that a bargain
The best I ever had
The best I ever had
I sit looking 'round
I look at my face in the mirror
I know I'm worth nothing without you
And like one and one don't make two
One and one make one
And I'm looking for that free ride to me
I'm looking for you
I'd gladly lose me to find you
I'd gladly give up all I got
To catch you I'm gonna run and never stop
I'd pay any price just to win you
Surrender my good life for bad
To find you I'm gonna drown an unsung man
I'd call that a bargain
The best I ever had
The best I ever had”
As the last note hung in the air, Cady sighed. Her fingers reached for the guitar, tucking it safely behind the sofa. His eyes watched his fiancée’s every action, still wondering her reaction to her song. Her eyes flitted to his and she once more straddled him. Both hands framed his face and she softly kissed him.
“You, my love, are the best I ever had,” Cady declared. “You don’t have to give up a single thing for me, Pete. I am yours however you want me forever. And I love you just the way you are.”
His arms circled around her back, his fingers dancing down her spine, feeling the satin laces of her corset. Saying nothing in response, Pete guided her into a kiss, but not a cute and simple one as their previous two kisses. Instead his tongue slipped between her ruby lips and they began the primordial dance with the kiss. Her fingers settled on his shoulders for the time being as she poured all of her attention and feelings into the kiss.
As the kiss ended, Pete’s lips instantly began to trail down her neck. His teeth nibbled along her collarbone, his hands slipping further down to cup her ass. Finding her cheeks bare, his fingers dug in briefly, pressing her closer to him. She moaned upon feeling his body bulge into hers, his name somewhere lost in her soft voice. Her fingers left his shoulders, slipping under his head to unbutton his blue silk shirt. Pulling away from kissing her flesh momentarily, Pete glanced to her eyes. With a smile, Cady leaned back slightly in order to pull his shirt free. Her short fingernails lightly scratched his chest as it was bared.
Shifting slightly in his lap before he pulled her back into an embrace, her fingers dropped to his belt. Pete’s hands rolled from her ass to cup her thighs. His eyes dropped between them, watching as she carefully unzipped his pants and reached inside. Groaning his head slipped back and his eyes closed as her fingers wrapped around his sex. Slowly her hand spiraled around his cock, working gently up to his already glistening tip. He needed more than just her hand; he needed all of her.
And he didn’t want her on the couch.
His fingers circled her wrist, pulling her hand away from his shaft. Leaning forward slightly, Pete indicated his wishes wordlessly. Cady quickly kissed him before getting out of his lap. As she turned to head to the bedroom, he jumped up and nearly tackled her to the ground. They weren’t going to make it those few meters to the bedroom with the way she was swaying her hips as she slowly walked away. Stepping out of his clothes, grateful to have been barefoot for hours, Pete pursued her, quickly scooping her up and triumphantly taking her to their bed.
Cady giggled as he nearly tossed her into the middle of the bed. Pete quickly crawled on top of her, his mouth plundering hers as his fingers struggled to bare her body to him. With her laying on the laces of the corset, he did not even attempt to loosen it but rather untied the ribbon arm straps and pulled the front of the bodice down from her breasts. His mouth left hers and began to devour her firm breasts, leaving a faint red smear on her milky skin from the traces of her lipstick on his mouth. Leaving the assault on her breast for his mouth, Pete’s hands dropped to her hips, guiding her thighs open. He fumbled a bit with the panties, attempting to figure out the best way to remove them while still suckling on her nipples. Giving up, his fingers focused on one side of her red satin string thong and snapped the ribbon. Doing the same to the other side, Pete quickly discarded the useless garment. His rough hands gently cupped and stroked her sex, finding her dripping wet. While he wanted to taste her ever sweet nectar, he knew neither of them wanted to wait that long.
Mouth returning to hers, he held her thighs open wide and slowly thrust into her body. She moaned into his kiss, her body instantly arching to accept his. Remaining as deeply in her as bodily possible, Pete focused on the kiss for a moment before slowly withdrawing. Loving the way she moaned as he kept his stroked long and deep, he held her eyes for the first dozen thrusts.
“Oh, god, Pete. Fuck me,” she groaned. “Stop teasing and fuck me.”
Grinning he kissed her once more and leaned up. His hands traced along the backs of her legs, guiding them into the air. Kneeling on the bed, his hands curling around her stiletto heels, Pete quickly thrust into her. Her moans and their bodies slapping soon filled the room with an ancient song. He grunted, adding his voice in a primordial harmony. Cady pushed her body up, changing the angle of his entrance, allowing for the fast thrusts to fill her more deeply.
As her sexual song became softer and quicker, Pete knew the climax was coming. He changed his pace and thrusts, rolling his hips and grinding into her instead of thrusting. Her fingers opened and closed over her breasts, her eyes closing. Head pressed deeply into the feather pillow, Cady moaned his name deeply, her entire body going rigid. A thrust later, Pete buried himself as deeply as possible, his own body tensing in orgasm. Ripples danced in his body before he released her legs and leaned down to kiss her luscious mouth.
“I love you, Cadence,” he breathed. “Now and forever.”
Waking all tangled in Pete’s arms some time in the afternoon the following day, Cady smiled. Her body still felt like it was glowing from their hours and hours of lovemaking that night. Thankfully after their first hurried tryst, Pete took the time to fully undress her or she was certain she would not have woken in such a wonderful mood. But there was no reason in the world to not feel loved and blessed in her man’s arms. There was no better place in the entire world than in his arms. Oh how wonderful he made her feel.
And they were going to get married. As soon as that thought crossed her mind, Cady held her hand up in the single beam of sunlight filtrating into the room. She turned her hand slightly, causing the gems to sparkle. It was the most gorgeous ring she had ever seen and she did not doubt it cost him quite a bit. That part bothered her, because he wasn’t supposed to spend his money on her, but she knew better than to bring it up. Her favorite part was the fact it was not a standard diamond solitaire. And oh how the sapphire reminded her of his beautiful blue eyes, eyes that she would look into for all her days.
Waking but not stirring, Pete watched her admire the ring for a few moments, finding immense pleasure in the fact she seemed to fancy the ring. It was worth every shilling he paid for that moment right there. He didn’t care about what anyone else thought. Cady apparently loved the ring and that was worth it.
His lips touched her bare shoulder, making her notice he was awake, “Admiring your silly ring, my love?”
“It is not silly at all, Pete,” Cady responded. “It is the most beautiful ring I have ever seen. But more importantly you gave it to me. And you want me to be your wife.”
“No. I want to be your husband,” he declared. “I want to take care of you, to love you, for the rest of my life. And no one is going to get in the way.”
Turning on her side, her lips found his briefly, “I can’t wait to be Mrs. Pete Townshend. You were meant for me. Your kiss changed my life.”
Fandom: The Who
Characters: Pete & Cady
Word Count: 4310
Rating: NC-17, sex
Warnings/Spoilers/Summary: Pete and Cady exchange... trinkets and acts of love on Valentines Day 1968.
They had not been together yet a year, though he had loved her much longer. Despite this, Pete felt like he had to do something rather remarkable for the holiday made for romantics, especially considering they recently returned home from a disastrous tour of Australia and New Zealand. He needed to thank her for not only putting up with the band during such, but for keeping him from completely destroying everything in both countries. She had been his saving grace the months they were together. He had to do something exceptional for her.
For whatever reason Pete went to Keith for ideas. Every single one of the drummer’s suggestion involved spending ridiculous amounts of money. If anything Pete was a bit more reasonable with his money than Keith, likely a result of being with Cady as well. The woman’s influence touched every part of his life. He only hoped he effected her similarly.
Her influence as well as Kit’s, was a big part of the reason Pete was pursuing the idea of rock opera once more. Cady was very much a part of his music. So it certainly made sense for him to write her a song. Pete presumed she had no idea he had spent the past two weeks devoted to writing her a song, hoping she passed off his work as something related to the rock opera.
But he couldn’t just give her a song. There had to be more involved, much more involved. Dinner some place nice in London was a given. What could he tie a bow on? Listening to Keith ramble lists of ideas, Pete really did not think his girlfriend needed those expensive trinkets. She rarely wore jewelry, items that always had some story behind them, many of which they purchased on their travels together. He couldn’t just go and buy her a diamond necklace; she wasn’t that kind of woman. It needed more symbolism, like how an engagement ring had symbo— oh. That’s what he should purchase for her. It was time to ask the question.
After spending all day searching for the ring, Pete finally found it. Cady was no ordinary woman, she could have no ordinary ring. Plus he wanted nothing more than to impress the family he had yet to meet. The ring was unique and very expensive, both he hoped would impress everyone. But most importantly, the moment his eyes landed on it, Pete saw it sparkle on her finger. It was the one.
Entering the flat he shared with Cady, Pete halted in the doorway. The sweet scent of a baking cake wafted over him. Clearly his woman had something in mind as well. Closing the door quietly, he made his way to the small galley kitchen. Just as he stepped in Cady opened the oven to remove the cake. Without thought his eyes dropped to the hem of her... shirt as she bent over. He was instantly rewarded with a glimpse of powder blue lacy panties. It took all of his willpower to pull his gaze away and cool his boiling blood as she set the cake on a rack to cool.
Twisting the oven’s knobs off, Cady noticed Pete’s reflection on the teapot on the stove top. For a brief moment she considered teasing him more, knowing he had already gotten a partial glimpse. Instead she turned around, smiling, and met his eyes.
“Hi,” she muttered.
“Where are your pants, young lady?” he asked, taking a step forward.
“Drying on the line. I got cake batter on them and had to do something about it,” she explained, seeing the feral glint in his eyes. “Where have you been?”
“Places.”
“Doing what?”
“Finishing things for tomorrow.”
“I rather hope you haven’t made ridiculous reservations at some place Kit recommended.”
“And if I have?”
“Then you should cancel them. I’m cooking dinner tomorrow,” Cady proclaimed.
“But, baby, you cook all the time.”
“Because I like to. And don’t you dare deny that home cooking isn’t welcome after tour food,” she declared. “I’ve been planning this meal for weeks, Pete.”
He held her eyes, “All right, all right. I’ll cancel our reservations.”
Cady smiled brightly and kissed him, “Or you could switch them to tonight if you want. I haven’t anything planned for tonight.”
Pete considered it for a moment, “Go put on a pretty dress. We’re going out.”
Sleeping until mid afternoon after taking Cady out the night before for dinner, dancing, and drinking, Pete slowly stretched in bed. It didn’t surprise him to wake alone as she normally woke before him. He slowly extricated himself from the warm bed and stumbled out of the bedroom. His angel sat at the table, her dark pink tongue sticking out slightly as she decorated the cake. Admiring it for a moment, Pete stopped beside her, his hand touching her shoulder to draw her attention.
After a quick good morning kiss, Pete muttered, “I love you.”
Cady’s eyes sparkled, “I love you too. Would you like me to make you breakfast?”
He kissed her forehead, “No need, sweetie. I’ll just grab a cup of coffee before I head out.”
“You’re leaving?”
“Not for long,” he quickly proclaimed. “I just have to pick something up.”
Cady nodded, “All right. Does that mean you’ll want dinner before six then?”
“Whenever you have it planned is perfect.”
“I figured we would eat at seven, tea at three.”
“I promise to be home with plenty of time,” Pete vowed.
Dancing around the apartment in a flirty pink dress, Cady waited for Pete to return home. It was nearly teatime and he had promised to be back by then. She wasn’t particularly worried. Pete had never let her down. She knew he had his band, but never her. Never had Cady felt like she truly mattered to someone. Never before had she felt so loved. Oh and she was, she knew she was. Which made dancing around the room feel that much better.
Twirling about Cady did not notice Pete step into the flat, a large bouquet of flowers in his arms. Letting the door close behind him, Pete watched in amusement as she gyrated and twirled to the music. That alone made him more anxious to share his gifts with her.
The song ended that side of the album. Touched with regret, Cady stopped dancing and headed to the record player. Freezing in her tracks, her eyes flicked to her beau. Seeing him first and the flowers second, Cady hurried over to him, throwing her arms around him. He barely moved the flowers out of the way to avoid crushing to join in the passionate kiss.
“You’re late,” Cady declared after ending the kiss.
“I apologize. The shop was much busier than I expected. Do flowers help you forgive me?” he held them out.
“Kiss me again and forgiveness is yours.”
Cuddling on the sofa after tea, Cady lifted Pete’s hand and splayed his fingers. His callouses were rough but a dark scab still colored his hand, from a broken string in New Zealand she thought. His fingernails were mostly regrown, but she presumed they were still sore. With little thought, Cady showered his playing hand with small kisses. Smiling his fingers went to her chin, tipping her lips to receive his.
“Cady, I have a confession.”
Her brows furrowed slightly, “Okay...”
“While the shop was busier than I expected, that’s not why I was gone so long,” Pete began.
“Okay...”
“I had to make a very important phone call,” he added, “to the US.”
“Pete, just spit it out.”
“I called your father.”
“What? Why?” Cady instantly pulled away.
Not liking her response, Pete said, “Don’t worry, baby. It went just fine. Better than fine I would say. We talked for nearly an hour.”
“Pete, why would you—”
“I love you, Cady. I love you more than I ever thought possible. He deserved to know that. He deserved to hear it from me,” he claimed. “And I wanted his blessing.”
“Why would you want that? He doesn’t give a shit about me.”
“Yes, he does, baby.”
“No, he doesn’t. Because I’ve never been society like my sisters. Hell I’m in love with a rock star, that has to chafe him,” Cady stated.
“He certainly wasn’t excited about it at first,” Pete concurred. “But he wants you to be happy most of all. And I think by the end of the conversation, he believed that I might be the one to bring you that.”
Looking into his eyes, Cady tried to answer her own questions. His beautiful blue eyes did not give her anything at all.
“Pete, why did you think it necessary to prove yourself, prove our love, to him?”
“I want his blessing.”
“For what? Why?”
“This is not how I imagined it,” he muttered, pulling away from her.
“Imagined what?”
Pete slipped off the sofa, kneeling before her. Reaching into his pocket, he produced a small velvet-bound box. Cracking it open his eyes went to hers as her eyes settled on the ring. Nestled on a black velvet pillow, a white gold band sparkled. A shimmering oval cut blue sapphire dominated the setting, two diamonds set in triangles flanking it. It wasn’t large or ostentatious in his eyes, perfectly suited for his love.
“Marry me, Cady. Marry me and be mine forever.”
Her lips were slightly parted in surprise, her eyes flicking to and from the ring. Words did not work at all, became muddled in her mind. Pete was asking her to marry him. Never before had they discussed it but she always intended to be with him forever.
“Oh, Pete,” she finally muttered, “yes. Very much yes.”
Grinning he quickly plucked the ring out of the box, tossing the latter aside. Kissing her fingertips, Pete slid the ring onto the all-important finger. He quickly moved back onto the sofa, slipped his arms around her, his lips seeking hers.
As he pulled out of the kiss, Pete noticed tears on her cheeks, “Baby, why do you cry?”
“Oh, Pete, I love you so much. You have no idea how much you mean to me, how much this means to me,” she responded. “I love you.”
Pete kissed her again, “I love you, too, Cady. Don’t cry, baby. Don’t cry.”
Her eyes wavered as she looked into his, “Pete, I... you make me so happy. I don’t deserve you.”
“You don’t deserve me? I don’t deserve you, Cady,” he proclaimed. “I don’t deserve you at all, baby.”
“Well then we’re perfectly matched,” she smiled and kissed him quickly. “Perfectly matched.”
Midway through their meal, which Pete was certain they served in heaven, he noticed her ring was gone. Not even a few hours engaged and she had removed the ring. Panic began to rise in his soul at the very thought of what it could mean. The delicious mouthful of potato suddenly became stuck, glue in his mouth.
“Pete?” Cady noticed the fear in his eyes.
He quickly finished chewing and swallowed, “Cady, where is your ring?”
Her eyes snapped to her hand, “Fuck.”
Setting down her fork she quickly got up. Without saying a word she hurried away from the table, disappearing into the small kitchen. Pete leaned to the left, attempting to see what she was doing, though futilely. A minute later, she returned, sparkling ring back on her finger. Pausing next to him before heading to her chair, Cady kissed him lovingly on the mouth and slipped back into her chair.
“Sorry to worry you, love,” she stated. “I took it off so I wouldn’t worry about it while cooking. I’m sorry.”
“No no,” he smiled uneasily. “I shouldn’t have panicked. Of course it had to be something like that. I’m the one who should be—”
“Pete,” she warned.
Nodding, he looked down at his dinner plate, “This really is excellent, Cady. I don’t think I have tasted anything quite as exquisite as tonight’s meal.”
Cady smiled, “We’re not done yet. There’s still cake... and stuff.”
His eyes went up to hers, “And stuff?”
She merely grinned and winked at him. They finished their meal with small talk, Pete commenting on the status of his rock opera, Cady trying to verbalize the painting in her head. Dinner gave away easily to the cake she spent nearly an hour decorating with flowers and hearts. Pete fought with her for a few minutes about cleaning up, but she did relent and slipped into the bedroom while he did the dishes. Drying his hands off, he turned to look for his girlfriend, no, fiancée, expecting to see her lounging on the sofa. Without her immediately present, he decided to turn out the harsh lamps and light a few candles. It would provide a much more romantic lighting for his intimate performance of the song he wrote for her.
Retrieving his acoustic from its case, he sat on the sofa and quickly tuned the instrument. Hearing the bedroom door creak open, which reminded him that he once more needed to grease the hinge, Pete’s eyes flicked up to the doorway. All breath left his body. His heart stopped, all of his blood quickly pooling much lower in his body. With only the soft glow of the dozen candles scattered about the living room warmly lighting her, Cady looked... there were no words to explain it. She wore a deep red satin bustier, her breasts barely contained within it. Tiny pink ribbons ran along the top hemline and front seams of the corset, intertwining with red for the straps. Below the bottom edge, which ended just barely below Cady’s navel, the pink ribbons continued, fastened to her deep red stockings. A simple matching red satin panty concealed her sex from his eyes, but only just barely. The highest red heels he had ever seen her wear, especially since she was a tall woman, completed her outfit.
Eyes leaving her toes, he once more met her gaze. As she leaned seductively against the door frame, Pete struggled to maintain eye contact. Giving in, his lust-filled eyes once more looked over her body, this time noticing how her chocolate tresses seemed to curl about her breasts, pointing greater attention to them. Her lips were painted a deep ruby red, matching the satin covering her body, and her eyes were lined with dark kohl. He could not believe this vision belonged to him for always.
“Pete,” she breathed.
“Oh baby,” he groaned.
With a sly smile, Cady slinked towards him. Pete practically threw his guitar aside to make room for Cady to slip into his lap. She straddled his lap and kissed him gently, her lipstick leaving a soft hint of red before she pulled back. Her eyes flicked to the guitar at his side, even though he was very much focused on her, not what he had been doing.
“Why the guitar, Pete?” she asked.
“Huh?”
Cady leaned over and picked up his Gibson, “Why the guitar, Pete?”
His eyes flicked to it, his brain struggling to answer her question, “Because... because...”
“Pete?”
“I wrote you a song,” he quickly declared, eyes returning to hers.
She grinned, “You did?”
“Uh huh.”
“Were you planning on singing it for me?”
“Uh huh.”
Cady kissed him briefly once more before pivoting out of his lap, “Sing for me, Pete.”
Closing his eyes as she pressed the guitar into his hands, he took a deep breath, attempting to push the indecent thoughts out of his mind. He just needed to get through the song, just get through the song. Another deep breath and he was able to cool his libido long enough to strum the guitar once to check its tuning. Clearing his throat, Pete opened his eyes and looked directly into her eyes, focusing on her eyes.
“I'd gladly lose me to find you
I'd gladly give up all I had
To find you I'd suffer anything and be glad
I'd pay any price just to get you
I'd work all my life and I will
To win you I'd stand naked, stoned and stabbed
I'd call that a bargain
The best I ever had
The best I ever had
I'd gladly lose me to find you
I'd gladly give up all I got
To catch you I'm gonna run and never stop
I'd pay any price just to win you
Surrender my good life for bad
To find you I'm gonna drown an unsung man
I'd call that a bargain
The best I ever had
The best I ever had
I sit looking 'round
I look at my face in the mirror
I know I'm worth nothing without you
And like one and one don't make two
One and one make one
And I'm looking for that free ride to me
I'm looking for you
I'd gladly lose me to find you
I'd gladly give up all I got
To catch you I'm gonna run and never stop
I'd pay any price just to win you
Surrender my good life for bad
To find you I'm gonna drown an unsung man
I'd call that a bargain
The best I ever had
The best I ever had”
As the last note hung in the air, Cady sighed. Her fingers reached for the guitar, tucking it safely behind the sofa. His eyes watched his fiancée’s every action, still wondering her reaction to her song. Her eyes flitted to his and she once more straddled him. Both hands framed his face and she softly kissed him.
“You, my love, are the best I ever had,” Cady declared. “You don’t have to give up a single thing for me, Pete. I am yours however you want me forever. And I love you just the way you are.”
His arms circled around her back, his fingers dancing down her spine, feeling the satin laces of her corset. Saying nothing in response, Pete guided her into a kiss, but not a cute and simple one as their previous two kisses. Instead his tongue slipped between her ruby lips and they began the primordial dance with the kiss. Her fingers settled on his shoulders for the time being as she poured all of her attention and feelings into the kiss.
As the kiss ended, Pete’s lips instantly began to trail down her neck. His teeth nibbled along her collarbone, his hands slipping further down to cup her ass. Finding her cheeks bare, his fingers dug in briefly, pressing her closer to him. She moaned upon feeling his body bulge into hers, his name somewhere lost in her soft voice. Her fingers left his shoulders, slipping under his head to unbutton his blue silk shirt. Pulling away from kissing her flesh momentarily, Pete glanced to her eyes. With a smile, Cady leaned back slightly in order to pull his shirt free. Her short fingernails lightly scratched his chest as it was bared.
Shifting slightly in his lap before he pulled her back into an embrace, her fingers dropped to his belt. Pete’s hands rolled from her ass to cup her thighs. His eyes dropped between them, watching as she carefully unzipped his pants and reached inside. Groaning his head slipped back and his eyes closed as her fingers wrapped around his sex. Slowly her hand spiraled around his cock, working gently up to his already glistening tip. He needed more than just her hand; he needed all of her.
And he didn’t want her on the couch.
His fingers circled her wrist, pulling her hand away from his shaft. Leaning forward slightly, Pete indicated his wishes wordlessly. Cady quickly kissed him before getting out of his lap. As she turned to head to the bedroom, he jumped up and nearly tackled her to the ground. They weren’t going to make it those few meters to the bedroom with the way she was swaying her hips as she slowly walked away. Stepping out of his clothes, grateful to have been barefoot for hours, Pete pursued her, quickly scooping her up and triumphantly taking her to their bed.
Cady giggled as he nearly tossed her into the middle of the bed. Pete quickly crawled on top of her, his mouth plundering hers as his fingers struggled to bare her body to him. With her laying on the laces of the corset, he did not even attempt to loosen it but rather untied the ribbon arm straps and pulled the front of the bodice down from her breasts. His mouth left hers and began to devour her firm breasts, leaving a faint red smear on her milky skin from the traces of her lipstick on his mouth. Leaving the assault on her breast for his mouth, Pete’s hands dropped to her hips, guiding her thighs open. He fumbled a bit with the panties, attempting to figure out the best way to remove them while still suckling on her nipples. Giving up, his fingers focused on one side of her red satin string thong and snapped the ribbon. Doing the same to the other side, Pete quickly discarded the useless garment. His rough hands gently cupped and stroked her sex, finding her dripping wet. While he wanted to taste her ever sweet nectar, he knew neither of them wanted to wait that long.
Mouth returning to hers, he held her thighs open wide and slowly thrust into her body. She moaned into his kiss, her body instantly arching to accept his. Remaining as deeply in her as bodily possible, Pete focused on the kiss for a moment before slowly withdrawing. Loving the way she moaned as he kept his stroked long and deep, he held her eyes for the first dozen thrusts.
“Oh, god, Pete. Fuck me,” she groaned. “Stop teasing and fuck me.”
Grinning he kissed her once more and leaned up. His hands traced along the backs of her legs, guiding them into the air. Kneeling on the bed, his hands curling around her stiletto heels, Pete quickly thrust into her. Her moans and their bodies slapping soon filled the room with an ancient song. He grunted, adding his voice in a primordial harmony. Cady pushed her body up, changing the angle of his entrance, allowing for the fast thrusts to fill her more deeply.
As her sexual song became softer and quicker, Pete knew the climax was coming. He changed his pace and thrusts, rolling his hips and grinding into her instead of thrusting. Her fingers opened and closed over her breasts, her eyes closing. Head pressed deeply into the feather pillow, Cady moaned his name deeply, her entire body going rigid. A thrust later, Pete buried himself as deeply as possible, his own body tensing in orgasm. Ripples danced in his body before he released her legs and leaned down to kiss her luscious mouth.
“I love you, Cadence,” he breathed. “Now and forever.”
Waking all tangled in Pete’s arms some time in the afternoon the following day, Cady smiled. Her body still felt like it was glowing from their hours and hours of lovemaking that night. Thankfully after their first hurried tryst, Pete took the time to fully undress her or she was certain she would not have woken in such a wonderful mood. But there was no reason in the world to not feel loved and blessed in her man’s arms. There was no better place in the entire world than in his arms. Oh how wonderful he made her feel.
And they were going to get married. As soon as that thought crossed her mind, Cady held her hand up in the single beam of sunlight filtrating into the room. She turned her hand slightly, causing the gems to sparkle. It was the most gorgeous ring she had ever seen and she did not doubt it cost him quite a bit. That part bothered her, because he wasn’t supposed to spend his money on her, but she knew better than to bring it up. Her favorite part was the fact it was not a standard diamond solitaire. And oh how the sapphire reminded her of his beautiful blue eyes, eyes that she would look into for all her days.
Waking but not stirring, Pete watched her admire the ring for a few moments, finding immense pleasure in the fact she seemed to fancy the ring. It was worth every shilling he paid for that moment right there. He didn’t care about what anyone else thought. Cady apparently loved the ring and that was worth it.
His lips touched her bare shoulder, making her notice he was awake, “Admiring your silly ring, my love?”
“It is not silly at all, Pete,” Cady responded. “It is the most beautiful ring I have ever seen. But more importantly you gave it to me. And you want me to be your wife.”
“No. I want to be your husband,” he declared. “I want to take care of you, to love you, for the rest of my life. And no one is going to get in the way.”
Turning on her side, her lips found his briefly, “I can’t wait to be Mrs. Pete Townshend. You were meant for me. Your kiss changed my life.”
In : Valentine's
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