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Subject: {ASSM} {hopperswap} Interlude {celia batau} (MF historical)
Date: Sat,  9 Jun 2001 10:10:02 -0400
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hi everyone!

this is our version of two stories of the four Frank McCoy and we exchanged.
:)

we had three hours to write the story. :)

note: copyright 2001 celia batau. you may copy this story for personal use
so long as the author's name and this note are retained. permission to copy,
distribute, or display this work is not given to any website which charges
access to it. permission to copy, distribute, or display this work is given
to "no charge" websites with written consent of author.

If you like this story or have any comments, please email us at
pinataheart@bigplanet.com.

enjoy!


Interlude (MF historical)
celia batau, (c)2001


The distant thunder of the military band woke Claudia from her sleep.
Unaccustomed to the city, the noise  kept her awake at all hours, until the
constant fatigue and worry allowed her a fitful sleep. It wasn't at all like
Bosque Escondido, her parents' farm, which had become just a dream for her
since she came to the city of Mexico with her husband.

Claudia rose from the pillows and listened to the tuba and the gunfire that
punctuated the beat of the music. It seemed to never stop. Lifting herself
to her feet, Claudia crossed to the window and opened the shutters. She
squinted in the mid-afternoon light as she scanned the horizon, finding the
smoke from Chapultepec. May the buzzards feast on that evil guero's ugly
face soon, she thought.

"Ay, Santa Anna," she sighed, "Save my poor Juan."


The small apartment was dark as Juan entered his home for the first time
since coming north with his men. He was tired, too tired even to light a
lamp or enjoy any of the comforts hidden in the darkness. Instead, he
stepped carefully through the rooms until he located the bedroom. The opened
window gave enough light for Juan to see his wife, sleeping in her clothes
on top of their bed.

Having no time to waste, he quickly but quietly undid his buckles and
removed his gun and sword, laying them over the arm of a chair. But his eyes
never left his wife. Nevertheless, his wife stirred.

Claudia woke with a start at the sound of an intruder in her room. The thin
dark figure paused.

"Juan?"

"Si, Claudia."

Claudia sprang from the bed and jumped into his arms. She pressed kisses
onto his laughing face as Juan resisted her enthusiasm in order to keep them
both from toppling over.

"It's late," she said when she finally stopped to breathe, "and you're still
dressed."

Juan laughed. "I have been dressed for days."

Smiling, Claudia pushed her husband into the chair and pulled at his boots.
Then while Juan loosened his shirt, Claudia reached up and undid his pants.
Claudia inhaled his smell, as bad as it was, as if it were the most heady
aphrodisiac. "I missed you, amor."

Juan stood, and guiding his wife backwards, pushed her onto the bed.
Immediately, he was on top of her, returning her first kisses, running his
hands over the curves hidden by the coarse fabric of her dress. Claudia
pulled her husband tightly to her, praying he wasn't a phantom, as tears
rose and rolled down her cheeks. Juan tasted the wetness and stopped.

"What's wrong?"

Claudia put her hands over her eyes. "Oh, my love."

"What?" Juan's grip tightened over the bodace of her dress.

"Oh, love, I'm not in heat."

"What?"

"I want a baby, Juan." She breathed, "I want your baby. Tonight. I have to
have it tonight. . . ."

"Shh." Juan answered, his fingers beginning to move again. "It's ok. We have
our whole lives." Pulling, he tore the seems of her bodace.

"Ay, Marido."

"Your dress. Help me."

Claudia sat up, and Juan parted the back of her dress with a sharp jerk
before she could reach back to undo the buttons. Slipping out of the
sleeves, She wrapped her arms around her husband. Juan lowered her back to
the covers, placing kisses over her face, down her throat and along the flat
space between her breasts as he made his way down her body. Claudia lifted
her hips to let the remnants of her dress be pulled down and off her feet.

"Leave my shoes." She whispered

Again, this time with her undergarments, Juan tore and pulled the feminine
obstacles free. Claudia's skin glowed in the weak light. Juan moved his lips
to her navel and lapped at the smooth skin. His wife bucked under his
touches and squirmed delightfully. Juan felt the blood rush into his member
and kept his mouth moving on a slow downward path as it hardened and begged
for use. Despite his ardor, Juan continued until his chin crossed the border
into her finer hair. Downward and downward. Claudia's back arched off the
bed as she felt Juan's tongue reach out and stroke her damp and overexcited
flesh.

Claudia squealed.

Juan kissed and licked. Claudia lifted her legs and crossed her feet over
him, and held his head between the tops of her thighs. "No," she cried out,
"A baby. I need a baby." Claudia's hips bucked again. She screamed. "A baby.
. . more. . . a baby, Juan, My love my love." Suddenly the trembling below
leapt free and rolled through her.

"A baby. A baby," she repeated when her mouth could work again.

"Silly woman," Juan whispered as he crawled upward.

Juan simply didn't understand. She'd lived too long around her father's
horses and his cattle to be unaware of how things worked. A woman reached
heat but once a month, and damn her husband, tonight was not that night.

"I can't conceive tonight." She moaned before Juan's mouth found hers again
in another deep kiss. Her legs, still parted, widened to allow Juan's thin
frame closer. She put her hands against the heat of his chest and gripped
his sides with her thighs.

Lifting his head, Juan looked down into Claudia's flushed face. The tip of
his penis found its mark, and Claudia gasped as he pushed forward entering
her.

Claudia bit her lip as her husband pushed his way deeper. Juan's face became
suddenly serious as he withdrew and returned.

"Silly farmgirl," he groaned, "You talk too much."

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