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“Why the fuck is there an alarm going off?” Pietr groaned. There was no way they’d been sleeping for more than a couple of hours. The tone had jerked him out of a deep sleep and he felt his heartbeat trying to resume a normal pace after the shock.
“Sorry, sorry.” Harper reached for the phone, turning it off. “I gotta go put in the turkey.”
“Why so early?”
“It’s a big fuckin’ turkey, bae,” she retorted. She patted his arm as she yawned, edging out of the bed. “Go back to sleep. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
Pietr sighed, trying to relax back into the pillows. He could hear Harper moving around the house in the quiet. He dozed off but was stirred awake again as Harper climbed back into bed with him.
“Everything good?” He asked.
“Yep. I turned the soup down. The buns are raising nicely, as is the fruit braid.” She nuzzled his cheek after getting comfortable again. “Next alarm doesn’t go off until eight AM, I promise.”
He sighed, leaning his head against hers. “I am awake now.”
“It’s four thirty in the morning,” she teased.
“Morning sex can be fun.”
“You’re horny?” She turned onto her side, leaning up on an elbow to look down at him.
“I could be.”
Harper bit her bottom lip, trailing a hand down his chest, under the blanket, to the front of his boxers. “Hmm. You’re thinking about it.”
He hummed, leaning into her further. “You’re very warm. That helps.”
Harper grinned, pulling her hand back up and patting his chest. “Go back to sleep.”
He grunted, reaching to press his hand over hers. “Fine. Stay like this though. Please?”
They drifted back to sleep until the second alarm went off. This time, Pietr expected it. He shifted carefully to unpin his arm from beneath Harper before leaning over her to pick up her phone. He tapped the alarm off before tossing it down on the bed.
“Do you have to get up now? To check on food?” Pietr asked, sinking into the pillows behind her.
“Not immediately,” she murmured. She had turned away from him at some point, pressing her back into his side. “Your folks will probably want breakfast soon.”
“Mama knows how to work an oven. They know the bread thing is there.” He kissed her neck. “Stay right here. I’ll be back.”
She hummed in reply, but didn’t move. He got up, taking a sip from his water before moving around to the bathroom. A few minutes later, he crawled back into bed beside Harper.
“You’re so pretty,” he murmured against her shoulder. He placed a row of kisses from her shoulder, up her neck. “Your hair is so soft.” He brushed a lock out of the way to press his lips behind her ear.
“You’re really horny this time, aren’t you?” She laughed lightly, leaning into his touch.
“Da. I am finally surrounded by you again. I like it very much. While we fooled around yesterday, we still have twenty-odd days to make up for.” A hand slid up under her tank, squeezing one of her breasts. “Do you want to?”
Harper groaned, her hand moving to rest on top of his through the fabric. “What do you want?”
“Everything.” He growled.
She laughed a little louder. “We don’t have time for everything.”
“Time is the worst. There is never enough.”
“I know.”
“Can I fuck you?”
She grinned. Her hand moved under the fabric to lead his downward. “What do you think?”
“Fuck.” His chest reverberated with the word against her back as he scooped the fabric of her shorts down over her hips. She shifted just enough to cast them aside toward the floor. A moment later, his own boxers were tossed aside, and he pushed inside her. Harper moaned softly as he rocked gently. He grunted a moment later, unhappy with the heavy covers. He kissed her cheek before pulling away.
“Sorry, it might be cold. I’ll warm you up as quickly as I can.”
He cast them off toward the foot of the bed, then pulled her leg over his thigh before pushing back inside. Harper groaned as his fingers rubbed circles over her clit as he thrust. Pietr coaxed her with soft whispers and light kisses. His other arm cradled her head, and his arm curled to let his fingers trail over her hair.
Harper moaned, eyes closed, enjoying the closeness and the sweetness in the attention.
“Cum for me, baby,” he whispered. “I’m right behind you.”
“Ahh, faster,” she murmured. He obliged and a few moments later, adding a little change in pressure, he was rewarded with that sound. The one that sent a tingle up the back of his neck and made his heart squeeze before shooting back down straight to his cock.
“Fuck,” he growled. He rolled into her, grabbing her hip and rocking harder. Harper gasped under him, as he finished. The noise of his own orgasm lost in her hair as he sought to connect every single inch of skin he could. He sank against her for just a moment, slower more shallow strokes, savoring the feeling. He pressed his lips to the back of her shoulders again before finally rolling away to let the cool air wash over their warmed skin.
Harper groaned, carefully shifting onto her back, then her opposite side to look at him properly. Pietr reached over, taking her hand and pressing it to his chest once more. Under her palm, she could feel his heartbeat racing.
“That was better than any work out,” he teased.
“You barely broke a sweat,” she retorted.
“If I’d left the covers on, I would have.”
She propped herself up on her elbow, leaning in to catch his lips. “I know how much you like hearing me finish, but you make some pretty great noises yourself.”
“Do I?” He raised an eyebrow. “I guess I never noticed.”
“Very...primal,” she decided. She kissed him again. “Are you going to stay in bed for a bit? I need to get up. Meds. Shower. Breakfast.”
“Can I join you for the shower?”
“Sure.”
“Then I’ll get up,” he sighed. “I don’t want to, but I will.”
Twenty minutes later, Harper had removed the turkey from the oven to rest. The kitchen smelled savory, though a sweetness was now permeating with the baking of the fruit braid. Pietr had pushed Harper up against the kitchen counter for more morning kisses when there was a sharp rap on the sliding door to the kitchen from the porch.
“They seem to not be fighting anymore,” Yuri noted, sliding the door open and ushering Anya inside. “Although I might take that over canoodling in the kitchen. You two know that you make food in here, right?”
“Yes, Papa,” Pietr groaned. He rolled his eyes while giving Harper one last squeeze before going to the coffee pot. “Would you like coffee?” He started pouring without waiting for their answer.
“That would be nice,” Anya said. They both took seats at the dinette. “How did it go with your mother, Harper?”
“She’s coming to lunch, so that’s a start,” Harper replied. “Thank you for helping Isaac and Pietr with the food prep. All the casseroles can start going in after breakfast. The last thing to go in can be the buns. I just have a couple of salads to put together.”
Pietr set a coffee mug in front of each of his parents. “You two can relax today. Sit in the living room. Turn on the parade and the football game. Don’t let the kids try and talk you into letting them play games today.”
“The kids can play their games,” Yuri scoffed. “Is fine! Keep them occupied and out of trouble.”
“Olivia is extremely competitive,” Harper warned. “But I might be able to put her to work here in the kitchen. Emma will be over around ten to help me with finishing touches and stuff. Everyone else is getting here around eleven thirty. We eat at noon. Everyone else can just stay out of the kitchen unless I need you.”
“Even me?” Pietr pouted. He leaned on the kitchen island staring at them forlornly.
“Even you. Try spending some time with your parents, maybe?”
“Oh yes.” He turned staring at them. “How was the carriage house? You are happy with renovation? What did you have for dinner last night?”
“The renovation is fine, syn moy,” Anya assured him. “We did help you pick the colors and all of that. Very happy with it.”
“Really? No complaints?”
“We have only been it for one night. I’m sure we’ll come up with a list of complaints by the end of next summer when we’ve spent more time in it.”
“Looking forward to it. And for dinner? What did you make?”
“Oh! We bought some soup mix at the cheese house. Very good. We liked it a lot. Also, we like the dishes you selected. Good size. Durable. Papa dropped a plate and didn’t even crack.”
“You dropped a plate?” Pietr asked.
“Got distracted.” Yuri muttered something in Russian that made Anya flush red and give him a swat. Pietr gagged.
“What?” Harper asked.
“Don’t ask, just know he shouldn’t complain about us making out in our own kitchen if he’s going to be so crude.”
“I’ll take your word for it.” Harper opened the oven as the timer signaled the completion of the fruit braid.
“That smells so good,” Anya complimented.
“I also have oatmeal, if you want a bowl to go with it,” Harper offered. “Or I can make some eggs and toast? Our breakfasts are pretty basic, since Pietr usually eats at the training center after his morning workout.”
“Oatmeal would be fine,” Yuri said. “We are not picky eaters.”
Pietr let out his own string of Russian that made Anya laugh.
“Oh boy,” Harper sighed. They went to the cupboard to pull down a couple of bowls. “Pietr, do you want some oatmeal too?”
“I wouldn’t say no to some toast.”
“Sure.” She paused between dishing out oatmeal to pop two pieces of bread into the toaster. A minute later, she passed two bowls and two plates with slices of the fruit braid to Pietr to give to his parents. She went back to his toast, buttering them and sticking them on a plate for him as well.
“You take one. I don’t need both.” He picked up one slice and pushed the plate back at them.
“I’m good. Just eat it.” Harper returned it. They looked up as Isaac entered the kitchen, still looking a little sleepy. “Morning Isaac. Breakfast?”
“The braid smells good.”
“I also made oatmeal,” they replied. He wrinkled his nose. “I can make eggs and Pietr has a piece of toast he’s trying to make me eat.”
“Food is love.” Pietr shrugged.
“I’ll take the toast if it doesn’t matter which of us eats it.” Isaac took a seat next to Anya. “Good morning. How was your first night in the carriage house?”
Yuri let out another string of inappropriate Russian that earned him another swat from his wife.
“Just because Harper and Isaac don’t understand you, doesn’t mean it’s okay to say things I understand!” Pietr retorted. “I never wanted to think of my parents as being oversexed before. Ugh.” He made another gagging sound. He set the plate with the other slice of toast on it next to Isaac.
“Ooh,” Harper caught on, “should we have included some other features? A swing, perhaps?”
Pietr snorted into his coffee cup. “Don’t you start too!”
Harper laughed, delivering a piece of the braid to Isaac, then settled down across from him with their own bowl of oatmeal and some of the braid. “Sorry.”
“I don’t get it,” Anya replied. “What is wrong with swing?”
The younger trio snickered. Pietr shook his head, picking up his coffee cup to start walking out of the kitchen.
“You said it, Harper. I’m not explaining it to my own mother.”
“What?” Anya pressed.
“Umm,” Harper blushed, “it’s a kink thing?”
“Kink? Like, what happens to garden hose?”
“Uh, well, sort of, except no, not at all.” Harper shook their head. They looked pleadingly at Isaac who shook his head.
“Nope. You’re the one who tried to make the joke. I’m staying out of it.”
“Oh!” Yuri paused, a spoonful of oatmeal halfway to his mouth. “Sex swing! Ha! I get. I think we are too old for figuring out such a contraption.” He waved a hand. “Besides, carriage house is a little small to be sex dungeon and living quarters. Maybe after we die, you and Pietr can convert it for yourselves.”
Harper nearly spit in their own bowl of oatmeal.
“No?” Yuri laughed. “Don’t start with the joke if you can’t finish it, docha.”
“Lesson learned,” Harper declared. “You win.”