Category: Romance, PWP, Het, Smut, PSR, Kidfic, H/f
Disclaimer: They ain't mine! And I'm not responsible for any confusion
that may result if you didn't read this header.
Feedback/Critique: Yes, please. I will respond! (Politely,
Beta: Heh. I wrote this story for Kate (CMT), who requested "a
good R-rated romance" with Dawn and Hutch. And then I got her to beta it for me! (Which is something like making
the kids assemble their own toys on Christmas morning, I suspect...)
Notes: This story is a tag on to my novel Postscript. If you haven't read the novel, this won't make any sense. You've been warned!
In His Eyes
crying baby is the best form of birth control. ~Carole Tabron
“Is he asleep?”
looked down at the small limp form of her son,then back up at her husband.“I think so...” she said, cautiously.Hutch was hovering hopefully in the doorway,as he had been off and on
for the last several minutes.His complete lack of subtlety made Dawn want to
that would have woken up Jack.
felt the usual unhappy tug between the sleep she so desperately needed, and the possibility of spending a few minutes in her
husband’s arms.Part of her rebelled against being needed by yet another personwhen really all she wanted was to lock herself alone
in a room where no one would ever touch her again... But looking at him, rumpled
and appealing, his blue flannel shirt unbuttoned, the choice wasn’thard to make.Because he was beautifuland because he wanted her - even now, when she was feeling sticky and could smell the sour milk on her clothes.
she began the long process of sliding out from underneath the baby.First she
had to ease him down onto the bed next to her.His lips pursed, the tiny furrow
between his eyes deepening.Dawn froze, and eventually his expression smoothed
out as he returned to sleep.Then it was simply a matter of removing her arm
without waking him.
- like defusing a nuclear bomb.Primed to explode.
was the last time we had sex in our own bed?” she whispered, as she joined Hutch in the doorway.
spontaneous, exciting people,” he said, closing the door.“The bed’s
too traditional for us.”
what will it be then?The couch?”
that’s too ordinary.How about the closet?The bathroom?On top of the stove?”
said Dawn, dryly.“I hope you remembered to turn it off.”
like to live dangerously.”Hutch wrapped his arms around her from behind.
pressed back, leaning into him.A flash of movement at the end of the hall caught
her eye, and she realized she was looking at a mirror leaning against the wall, next to a small pile of unpacked boxes.Have to hang that, she thought.And finish building the new shelves.And finally write those thank you notes...
hands drifted down her body to rest on her hips, his fingers sliding under the waistband of her jeans.Dawn moved against him, feeling his interest.The
mirror reflected the movement back at herand she suddenly stopped, pulling away.
she said, her eyes still on the mirror.
“Why?”His lips found the nape of her neck, and she shivered.
don’t like that mirror.”Dawn scowled at it, but the mirror reflected
only her crossed arms, the image cut off at her shoulders.“All I can see
is my butt.”She twisted and glared at that portion of her anatomy.
“So?”He sounded amused, something which did nothing to improve her mood.
look at it!”
am.I think it’s a fine example of a butt.”Hutch reached around from behind and undid the snap on her jeans.
new jeans, which she’d had to purchase because she still couldn’t fit into any of her old pants from before the
baby.“You must be blind,” she grumbled, but her tone was mild because
his hands were under her shirt now, lifting it up.
Feels nice...Forgetting the mirror, mostly forgetting her dissatisfaction, Dawn
turned and tilted her head back to meet her husband’s lips.She kept her
eyes open, wanting to see those blue eyes, the small lines in the corners, deepening as he smiled...
unhappy yowl from the other side of the bedroom door hit her system like a bucket of cold water, utterly dousing her arousal.
for crying out loud!”
awake,” said Hutch unnecessarily.
stomped back into the bedroom and glared down at her son.He was flailing, eyes
closed and face scrunched up in rage at discovering himself abandoned.She threw
herself down on the bed with none of the delicacy she had shown earlier and gathered him back into her arms.He immediately turned towards her, his mouth open, searching.As
she lifted up her shirt and offered him her breast, she said, “You know, I don’t think I like you.”
not in the slightest put off by the tone of her voice, immediately latched on to his mother and began to nurse.
looked up and met Hutch’s gaze.“It’s not fair!When was the last time we got to do anything?”
bedsprings squeaked as Hutch sat down.“Two days ago...?In the bathroom?”He reached out and ran his forefinger
along the sole of Jack’s foot.The small pink toes first spread, then curled
don’t mean grabbing five minutes so you can get your rocks off!”Dawn
stopped abruptly, seeing Hutch’s eyes narrow. She didn’t want to
start a fight.“It’s just... it’s been so long since we’ve
made lovelike we used to.”
if echoing her dissatisfaction, Jack pulled away and began to fuss.Hutch said
nothing, but Dawn thought he looked more thoughtful than angry.
does it on purpose,” Dawn said, as she tried to get Jack settled again.“He’s
afraid that if we have sex, we’ll end up having another baby.But another
baby would be competition, so he’s got to keep that from happening.It’s
all some kind of diabolical plot, I’m sure of it.”
him to me,” said Hutch, suddenly.
asked Dawn, as she willingly handed the small protesting bundle over to his father.
wrapped both hands around Jack’s chest and held him up until they were eye to eye.“You need to visit your Uncle Starsky.”
said Jack, emphatically.He followed that statement up with, “Eee!”
and did his best to kick Hutch in the nose.
“It’s almost !” said Dawn.“They probably aren’t
won’t mind,” said Hutchconfidently.He
tucked Jack into crook of his elbow, as if he was nothing more than a football with a few extra appendages, and left the room.
threw herself back down on the bed with a sigh, half exasperation, half relief.Starsky
probably would mind being woken up in the middle of the night to have Jack dumped
on him.But Hutch was right about one thing - he wouldn’t say no.
smiled, feeling warm anticipation build inside.It meant maybe as much as an
hour alone with her husband.What luxury!The only thing better would be a full night’s sleep, but she’d long since given up on that particular fantasy.
was drifting, half asleepby the time Hutch returned.She was vaguely aware of the front door opening.Then time telescoped
strangelyand the next thing she knew he was kissing her forehead.
opened her eyes to see him smiling at her.His hair had tumbled downover his forehead and she reached up to brush one of the fine blond strands out of his eyes.
want to do this standing,” he said.
we’ve got the whole bed to ourselves!” protested Dawn.“How
often does that happen?”
trust me.I’ve got a plan.”His grin was endearingly boyish,and she found herself allowing him to pull her up
onto her feet.She balked when she realized that he was trying to pull her out
into the hall.
are you doing?” asked Dawn.
want to do this standing up.”
looked around and realized that the mirror had been moved.It was closer now,
leaning against the wall opposite their bedroom door.“Oh, no!”
thought about protesting.If she really wanted she could easily insist they move
back into the bedroom.But he was kissing the nape of her neck right now, and
his breath was warm against her skin.She didn’t want him to stop, not
was just that she’d imagined a leisurely lovemaking session in the bed, something sweet and sleepy and loving...Not this.In the hall.In front of that damned mirror.
said Hutch, “You’re wearing entirely too many clothes.”He
reached under her shirt, trying to find the clasp to her nursing bra.
are you!”Her irritation combined with a helpless sense of surging desire
to make her voice sharper than she intended.
remained unruffled.“But I can get out of mine faster than you can get
out of yours.”
pulled away.“Prove it.”If
she wasn’t going to get the bed, then there was no reason to drag this out.Want him.Now.
gave her a quick confident grin.With a shrug his shirt fell off his shoulders,
and he let it hang at his waist as he efficiently undid his belt and zipper.She
froze, her hands still on her shirt, caught by the sight of his chest, the muscles moving beneath the skin of his stomach,
and the single curl of golden hair caught just at the waistband of his underpants, promising so much more…
the time Dawn remembered to breathe again, she had thoroughly lost the contest.
reasoned that it made sense - she was distracted by his attractively muscular physiquewhereas he’d obviously sufferedno such impediment looking
stepped out of his pants and kicked them to the side.“You’re still
wearing too many clothes,” he said, as he reached forward to lift her shirt over her head.
she could see again, she glanced at the mirror.From this angle she could see
only Hutch, and he was lovely.The lean line
of his thighs, the taut muscular curve of his rear, and that indented place on his hip just right for the palm of her hand…He dropped down onto his haunches and began working her jeans down over her hips,
and her hand landed on his head instead.She wove her fingers into the fine blond
hair, appreciating the feel of it between her fingers.
that change in position had brought herself back into uncompromisingly plain view and Dawn was suddenly struck by the contrast.She pulled her hand back.
didn’t notice.Hutch stood and moved behind her, happily occupying himself
with trying to unhook her bra. “This thing must have taken a team of engineers a full year to construct.Using space age technology.If I had known breasts came in
looked down at the objects under discussion.She scowled unhappily.“I think I’m only an E on this side,” she said, indicating the breast from which Jack
had just been feeding.Her nipples were darker than they used to beand they protruded further, no longer the neat little nubs they’d once beenbefore the baby.“I hate this mirror!”
dropped the bra and cupped her breasts.Dawn closed her eyes, feeling the warmth
of his hands.He dragged the rough pad of his thumb gently across and she shivered.She thought about never opening her eyes again,
just existing in this place, here and now… But then she felt him rest his chin lightly on her shoulder and she knew
he was looking into the mirror.
“Why?” asked Hutch.
stabbed all the sharper, in stark contrast to what she wanted so badly.Dawn
pulled away.“Just look at me!”Fat, lumpish body... she felt like a slug next to him, so lean and golden-blond.
am,” he said, pulling her back against him.She could feel his arousal,
but his voice was calm, measured.“I see a beautiful woman...”His hands folded over her belly and she cringed inside, painfully aware of how soft
nuts,” said Dawn.The mirror cut off her head and shoulders, framing her
body from her overly heavy breasts down to her feet.The center of the picture
was dominated by her stomach and thighs.His hands were white against her brown
skin, a stark contrast.
like this view.Look...”He
pressed himself against her, his hands sliding down to touch her thighs.His
fingers spread, mirroring the stretch marks.
Dawn’s hips moved in unconscious response,
and she made a soft sound deep in her throat. So close…She wanted more.But her image was still there, in the mirror,
tried to pull his hands away, but Hutch resisted, saying, “No, look.They’re
like rivers.Pouring silver over some brown desert land...”
stretch marks and dry skin,” said Dawn.
fertility goddess,” said Hutch.
could smell his arousal now, the scent heavy in his quickening breath. “You’re insane!”
you are an extraordinarily gorgeous woman.Your belly button...”
not my belly button!”Dawn tried to cover that wrinkled little accessory
with both hands.
caught both her wrists in one broad hand and pulled them back up against her chest.Having trapped her for the moment he then licked his finger and traced it around her navel, dipping inside.Cold traces on heated skin...
said, “Your belly button used to be smaller, and straight up and down.Now
it’s lying sideways, like a lock that’s been turned.It’s a
reminder of the precious life you carried...”
“Oh my god. Where do you get this crap
felt his laughter rumble against her back, shaking her.Then his hand left her
belly to cover her mouth.“No more talking,” he said, sternly.“You’re going to stand there, look at yourself, and listen to me.”
what?” she said, muffled behind his hand.
do have my cuffs.Don’t make me use them,” he warned her.
opened her lips and pulled his index finger into her mouth.She sucked on it
and felt him take a sharp breath.I have
my ways, too, she thought, smugly.
pulled his hand away from her mouth and trailed damp fingers down her neck.“I
love the shape of you,” he said.“Top and bottom, belly and breasts,
all of you.”His hands slid down below her stomach, and she tilted her
hips forward, feeling warmth build deep inside.“I think you’re the
He thinks I’m sexy?Dawn had no time to wonder, because at that moment she
felt Hutch’s teeth nip her shoulder, sharp and precise, the tiny pain throwing the pleasure she feltinto sudden relief.She gasped and arched back against him, seeing
her breasts lift, heavy and full.She searched the mirror for him, but she couldn’t
see much.He framed her with his arms and legs, knees bent, just a glimpse of
down, she guided him into herself, rocking back into his embrace.She was completely
dependant on him now, her hands wrapped tightly around his wrists,hanging on as he held
her upright.Dawn looked into the mirror as Hutch began to move inside of her.It was disconcerting.She felt an odd
sensation of dislocation, but her body knew what to do and within a few moments they were moving together, in synch.
couldn’t take her eyes off of the mirror.She didn’t recognize this
new vision of herself, seeing a stranger move with erotic grace and beauty.She
had a sensation of being both observer and participant, inside and outside of herself at the same time.Waves of sensation built inexorably to a peak, reflected by the images in the glass. Dawn cried out, and heard Hutch groan at the same time, and for a brief moment she didn’t see anything
she was back and they were still standing in front of the mirror, no longer moving.She could feel herself trembling, and his chest felt damp and sweaty against her back.Just a moment’s pause,then Hutch was twisting, still holding onto her, still
inside her, but obviously looking for something.“Have you seen the towel?”
utter ordinariness of it all made her laugh.“It’s on the bed.”
stilled.“We’re going to make a mess.”
felt him slide out ofher then, a small sense of lossfollowed
by a feeling of dampness down the inside of her thigh.“I think we already
have,” she said.
shock of tousled blond hair appeared briefly in the mirroras he bent down to look at the
floor.“Oh well, this place needs a good mopping anyway.”He straightened, stopping briefly to kiss her cheek on the way.“Happy
half turned to catch Hutch’s lips.One light kiss,then she looked back at her image in the mirror.For a moment, she saw
two different images.The out of shape, overtired mother, yes… but laid
over that unpleasant reality was the vision she’d glimpsed for just a moment, when he’d moved inside of her. Maybe...That body could be considered
lush, instead of fat, couldn’t it?And wasn’t an hourglass shape
supposed to be considered desirable?
“I’ve changed my mind,” said Dawn.
is my new favorite mirror.”
heard him chuckle.He said, “I know someone who used to have one installed
above his bed.”
can guess who.”Dawn rolled her eyes.
protested Hutch.“Don’t speak ill of the man who’s agreed to
look after our baby for the entire night!”
night?”Dawn wasn’t sure she’d heard that right.
“He promised me we’d not see hide or hair of the kid until tomorrow
wasn’t the kind of woman who wouldsqueal with joy, but right then she came as close
as she ever had in her life.“A full night’s sleep?”In that moment she took back every nasty thing she’d ever thought or said about Starsky.
uninterrupted dinner,” said Hutch, looking very pleased with himself.
maybe...”She glanced at herself in the mirror again.
took her into his arms.“Definitely a maybe.Lots of maybes.At least three or four times before breakfast
tomorrow.”He paused, and added.“Beautiful lady.”
could feel something stirring insideeven now, as she tilted her head back for another kiss.
Reflected in Hutch’s eyes, she could see that other image of herself.The
sexy, desirable one who had moved in the mirror for those few brief minutes, locked in his embrace.And for the first time...