McKayla Malone-Timberlake sat on the bed in her large masterbedroom, watching The People's Court with her daughter. Three-year old Jolie was entertaining herself by tugging at the pink ballerina skirt her Uncle JC had given her for her birthday. It was the little's girls decision to wear it for Halloween, after none of the numberous Halloween specialty stores they'd visited had a Princess dress that was up to her standards.
McKayla however, was very low-key in her blue and gray plaid pajama pants and gray teeshirt. It was the evening of Halloween, around 6pm, and she would have to start getting ready soon. The kids were going to go trick-or-treating with their paternal grandparents, while Mommy and Daddy Timberlake went to crazy Chris's houseparty.
"Mommy? Mommy?" Jolie called her name, even though the little girl wasn't paying her Mother any attention at all. She only knew a certain number of words, and in her mind, Mommy probably meant something else at the moment.
"Jolie, are you excited for trick-or-treating?" McKayla reached for her daughter, pulling her into her lap. "You're gonna go with Grandma Lynn, and Papa Paul, and get lots of candy."
"Candy?" Jolie questioned.
"Uh-huh. Lots of chocolate."
"I eat? Plllllleeeeeease."
"Hrmm," McKayla pretended to think on it. "You can eat some of it."
The little girl smiled brightly when her Mother did, before pulling her tu-tu over her head.
"Hey, where'd Jolie go? I just saw her a minute ago. Jolie?"
The little girl pulled down her tu-tu and grinned at her Mom, before quickly yanking it up again.
"There she went. Where'd she go now? She's too fast. Jolie? Joliet?"
The girl pulled down her skirt again, and giggled happily when her Mother hugged her tightly, rocking her from side to side.
"My baby, my baby. There she is. You disappeared, I thought I lost you."
Jolie smiled to herself, laying her head on McKayla's chest for a few quiet moments. McKayla looked down at the top of her daughters head, wondering for a moment about how this little person had once fit inside of her body. But as quickly as the tender moment had begun, it was over, and Jolie was on the move. She climbed down the little flight of stairs her Dad had set up for her, and headed out of the room and down the hall. A few seconds later McKayla heard the little girl's loud laughter.
"A da a da a da!"
"Babygirl!"
With her baby now under the semi-watchful eye of her husband, McKayla allowed herself to be absorbed into the television program. Apparently the Plaintiff was suing the Defendant because the Defendant braked too quickly, causing the Plaintiff to run into them. But, the Defendant was saying the Plaintiff was following too closely. McKayla was pretty sure she knew which way Judge Milian was going to go on this one. She was so focused on the arguement taking place on the screen that she hardly noticed Justin when he entered the room a half hour later, until he snuck up on her side of bed and yelled 'Boo!'
One look at his face and a loud, piercing scream soon followed. Justin doubled over with laughter.
"You're face," he was barely getting it out between giggles.
"No, you're face. What did you do?" McKayla reached up to touch one of the fake iron rods sticking out of his forehead.
"It's part of my costume. You totally fell for it."
"Oh shut up," she smacked him with a pillow before scrunching her nose. "Randall, that looks horrible."
"It's awesome."
"No it's not. What are you supposed to be?" There were various bruises on his face, and an iron rod entering his forehead and exiting his right cheek.
"I'm dead," he said it as if she should have known.
"I hope so, otherwise you'd have one hell of a plastic surgery bill coming your way. Randall, couldn't you have picked something else to be? Go back to Spirit and see-."
"No. I wanna be a dead guy."
McKayla scoffed and turned back to the television.
"Well, what are you going to be that's so much better?"
McKayla smiled excitedly.
"I'm a bunny."
His eyes lit up, "a Playboy bunny?"
"No. Just a bunny."
He frowned.
"There's nothing special about a boring old bunny costume, Kay. That's why you want me to get rid of my costume. You're jealous."
Jealous? Of being almost unrecognisable through a pint of fake blood? Right.
"I am not jealous. Justin Randall, go wash that off."
"No way, I paid a guy $400 to put all this crap on. It's staying," he said, making his way to the foot of the bed.
McKayla sat up, the TV forgotten.
"You paid someone $400? Are you insane?"
"It was a special effects guy." He watched her get out of bed and stand by the nighttable.
"So."
"It's not like we can't afford it."
"Randall, you don't do that without asking me first."
"Relax, I took it out of my personal account, not the joint ones." He turned his back, heading out of the room.
On his way, he passed Dorian, who was barrelling towards his Mother with his arms spread open.
"Mom!" He shouted, launching himself at her. McKayla caught him, barely, and held the boy out infront of herself. He was covered in pumpkin guts, and barely recogniseable with his plastic black glasses.
"You should see the pumpkin me and Uncle Trace did. It's awesome. I cleaned all the seeds out by myself, and it's got these long eyes, and missing teeth, and a big nose. Uncle Trace says he made it to look like Dad."
From down the stairs Justin's voice floated up, faintly.
"Shut up fucker, my nose does not look like that."
"That sounds great Little Love, we'll put it on the porch with the other ones. But right now Mommy wants you to go clean up all right? You've got pumpkin stuff all over your Harry Potter costume."
When she placed Dorian back on his feet, he turned and headed down the hall his Father had just gone down.
"Oh and Dorian, go hug Daddy, then ask him to help you clean up."
Ten minutes later McKayla was in the shower, mentally going over all of the steps she'd need to make while getting ready. Lotion, curl hair, red lips not nude. She should probably touch up her nail polish too.
"Baby, I'm gonna take the kids to my Mom's."
"Okay." McKayla stuck her head through the curtain to nod at Justin. "She is going to have a fit over your face."
"I know, I can't wait." He smiled before pulling the door closed.
As much as Justin and McKayla wanted to be with their kids on Halloween, it was also impossible for them to go trick-or-treating. They'd have to bring Mike and Eric, and probably one or two more guards along. Then, a simple candy-grab would be turned into a meet-and-greet session as everyone would want an autograph or picture. It simply wasn't realistic. Lynn and Paul however, had a slightly lower profile. Besides, it was their first time to do something they wanted for Halloween. Every other year, they had a party, or were working. Jolie was finally coming out of that 'I-must-be-attached-to-Mommy-24/7' phase. It seemed like the perfect time for them to go party with adults.
With Randall gone, Kay had about an hour and a half to finish getting ready. She finished up her shower and got out, lotioning up before putting on her makeup. She kept it minimal, dewy skin and understated eyes. But on her lips she used a bright red matte color. Justin would have a hissy fit if she used anything other than semi-permanent, he hated getting her make-up on himself. Next she applied a shimmer powder to her skin, and then put on her undergarments. Fishnet thigh-hi's, and lace underwear. Then she started on her hair, lots of soft waves that floated down past her shoulders. As she was curling the last few sections, she heard the front door open and close.
"Kay? Are you ready?"
"Give me 10 minutes," she said, walking over to their bedroom double doors.
"We're going to be late."
"Just 10 minutes, I promise." She closed the doors and locked the knobs. She didn't want him peaking until she was ready.
Half an hour later a bored Justin was sitting on the family room sofa, flipping the channels on his large television. He was bored, and officially behind schedule. Justin hated to be behind schedule. With a forced sigh he glanced at his watch, then turned off the television.
"McKayla Malone-Timberlake! Woman, if you don't-."
"Relax, caveman, I'm coming," she said from the top of the stairs.
Justin stood up, fixing his clothing and heading into the hallway to meet her. Whatever smart remark he was preparing to make left his mind when he looked at her. He took in her short black dress with the white fur collar, and the sky-high heels on her feet. McKayla saw his jaw drop slightly and the way his eyes lowered as he took her in from head to toe.
Boring old bunny costume, huh?
"Hey," she said, stopping next to him to adjust one of her fur cuffs.
"Hey," he said, turning his head so he could see down the front of her dress. She was his wife, and she did have the twins propped up like they were on a platter, but he didn't want to be overly obvious.
"Well?" She said, "we're late."
When she walked away, toward the front door, Justin took notice of her cotton bunny tail. He hoped to God that she couldn't have to bend over at any point during the night. The dress was shorter in the back than the front as the material fell over her behind.
"Hey, Kay, wait up. Let me hop down the trail with you."
When they arrived at Chris's large house, Justin parked their SUV off to the side, and opened McKayla's door for her before heading up the steps to the front door. He didn't bother to knock. He could hear the loud music from outside, and knew that no one inside would hear a doorbell. He turned the knob and pushed the heavy oak door open. Inside he found a lavish, scary party in true Chris fashion. Fake cobwebs hung from every corner and covered the entryway. There was a fog machine somewhere, making the floor hazy. Lights were set up in corners, casting shadows that looked like looming ghosts and ghouls, and everyone there was dressed to the nines and milling around excitedly as Thriller played from a large stereo.
"I was wondering when you two were going to get here." Chris greeted him just inside the door.
"Yeah. You'd think that since you shaved the fro off it would take you less than 5 hours to get ready to go somewhere."
"Shut up Joe, don't blame me. Blame her." Justin motioned to McKayla as she stepped through the doorway behind him.
Joey's eyebrows raised to his forehead.
"Oh man, here comes trouble," Chris muttered.
"I never pictured you as a Playboy bunny Kayla." Joey smiled.
"I'm not a Playboy bunny, I'm just a regular bunny."
"I've never seen a bunny like that," Chris muttered again.
"And what are you Jay? Wait, let me guess, that guy from that movie who died with the things," Joey guessed.
McKayla rolled her eyes. Yeah, that narrowed it down.
"Shut up. Like your costume is any better, pizza boy."
Joey frowned down at his Pizzahut shirt. "Kelly thought it was creative."
"Hey, what are you losers-- Well hellllloooo there. And who are you?" JC's appeared over Joey's shoulder. He'd taken the easy way out, putting on his normal reading glasses, a suit, and calling himself Buddy Holly.
"I'm Bugs Bunnys' naughty cousin from down South."
"Funny. I would have guessed Jessica's best friend."
"I'm not bad, I'm just drawn that way," McKayla gave a sultry whisper before smiling brightly.
"Jessica was a rabbit, not a bunny," Justin informed.
"Well, I don't care what kind of furry creature you are, would you like to dance?" The 60's teen heartthrob held out his open hand.
"Well I would love too. Randall, I'll be back." She placed her hand in his and allowed herself to be pulled away.
"Hey, Kayla," Chris called after her.
The woman turned to look over her shoulder and watched him pulled a handkerchief from the pocket of his gangster costume and dropped it on the floor.
"I dropped that, can you grab it for me?"
The woman shook her head. That man had absolutely no shame. Luckily, Justin acted before she did, bending down to pick up the piece of cloth. He balled it up in his hand and tossed it at his older brother.
"Fuck you, old man," he said. "Keep your eyes above her shoulders."
McKayla knew she really had his libido rilled up now. He was very rarely that protective of her as far as the guys were concerned. Normally she could flirt with any of them and he wouldn't bat an eyelash. She had him exactly where she wanted him. The next phase of her plan was to leave him wanting more, which is exactly what she did. For the next hour and a half, while Justin mingled with everyone known to man who was in attendance, McKayla was on the dancefloor between JC and Trace, then Tyler, JC's younger brother, and Steve, Joey's older brother. Justin had made his rounds, saying 'hello' to everyone he needed too. Then he asked for a drink from the bartender manning the kitchen, and turned to find out exactly what his wife was up.
He found her, predictably, sandwiched between Chris and Joey as they shouted the words to Hip-hop Horray. Why did his wife have the habit of always being off dancing with someone else who wasn't him? You'd think that over their time together, that would have been something she'd worked on. Justin sipped his drink slowly as he watched her, her dress rising higher and higher on her thighs until she discreetly pulled it back down. It became apparent to him that she'd had a drink or two in her time away from him, by the overly done laugh she let out. His suspitions were confirmed when the song ended and Joey handed her a pink glass, which she eagerly excepted, and began sucking the straw. Justin looked down at his own drink, and took another gulp before setting it on the counter. He was going to have to be the designated driver.
Finally, about ten or fifteen minutes later, a tipsy McKayla spotted him, and sloppily stumbled her way over.
"Baby!" She cried, opening her arms to him.
Yep. She was lit.
Her arms dropped around his neck and she planted a kiss on his lips. She'd had Tequila if he was tasting right.
"Shots or Sunrise?" He asked.
"Both. Although, that Tequila Sunrise tasted kinda funny."
"Ofcourse it does, Joey got it for you."
McKayla smiled at him. Her lips remained sealed, and her arms stayed around him as she stared up happily.
"How you doing?" He questioned.
"How you doing?"
He smiled at her, having grown used to and pretty fond of her attitudes. He leaned down, placing his lips over hers and drawing her into a kiss. McKayla smiled inwardly at the reaction she was getting from her husband. Even though she had been pretending to ignore him, she was well aware of the fact that his attention had been on her the entire evening. His hands slid around her waist, rubbing the soft leather band on her dress before sliding down to squeeze just below her bunny tail. When he pulled back, she gently bit down on his lower lip, tugging on it slightly before letting go. Justin visibly shuttered and turned to steer her towards the back hallway.
"Come here."
"Oh no," McKayla laughed. "We're not going back there. I'm drunk, but I'm not that drunk." She pulled him back.
"Oh come on."
"Think about something else."
"I can't think about something else." He wasn't looking at her face as he spoke, his eyesight was lowered to the areas around her fur neckline.
"Well, Randall, try putting some actual effort into it." McKayla lifted his chin so he was looking at her face.
"Or you could put your back into it."
"Stop that! Just come and get a drink with me, okay? We can hop down that trail later. I promise."
Begrudingly, Justin slumped his shoulders and nodded his head, allowing himself to be pulled along.
Hours later, after the party had died down and most of the guests had headed home, Justin put his jacket over the shoulders of a very drunk McKayla.
"Thanks Joey," he said, shooting a glare at his friend.
He was the one who'd kept feeding her mudslides after Justin had clearly cut her off from anything but water.
"Oh shut it. Like you're not gonna go home and have hot drunk sex."
Justin gave Joey another glare, but it wasn't as believeable as the first had been. He couldn't lie, he was hoping to --make that planning to-- have hot drunken sex with his hot drunken wife the moment they set foot in their doorway.
When they opened the front door, the sound of heavy rain overwhelmed them, and Justin shook his head. Great, winter weather was here.
"Is she going to make it to the car?" JC questioned, standing beside him.
"She's going to have too. I can't drive up the front steps."
"Stop talking about me like I'm not here. I am perfectly capable of making it to the car thankyouverymuch. Gosh, I'm not twelve."
Justin ignored her complaining, putting an arm around her shoulders to steady her wobbling.
"Come on baby."
He guided her out the door and down the stairs, pulling his jacket up over her head to keep her hair from getting wet. He'd long since learned, after having her drill it into his head on a daily basis, that her hair styles + water = BAD IDEA. When they got to the SUV he opened her door first and helped her in before running around to the drivers side and climbing in. With the door closed and the rain securely locked out, he looked over at her as she pulled his wet jacket from over her head. Her hair and make-up were fine, minus the typical 'drunk' messiness. From the thighs down though, she was soaking wet. Justin was completely covered with water droplets from head to toe. McKayla tossed his jacket into the backseat and turned to face forward, crosssing her legs so her calfs flexed and putting a finger to her mouth. She sat there for a moment, slowly bouncing her leg and shooting comehither stares out the window. Justin was mesmorized.
"What?" She turned to look at him, having felt his stare.
"Nothing," he shrugged.
McKayla nodded knowingly, and leaned over to give him a kiss, which he eagerly returned. When she pulled away, she stayed close, her eyes searching his face. Then, without saying a word, she got up on her knees, and climbed into his lap, her fingers undoing the buttons on his button down shirt.
"What are you doing?"
"I'll just be a minute," she said, her lips sucking on his neck.
His hands moved down, gripping her thighs and holding her close so she didn't lean back against the steering wheel and beep the horn. Her cleavage was right in his face, and he felt it all the way down to his groin, which was currently being an unconcious massage as she wiggled around in his lap. Per his better judgement, yet against his deepest fantasies, Justin took her hands in his, squeezing them before pressing them back against her stomach. As much as he was always up for risky sex, 2am in his friends driveway was a little risker than he'd been prepared for.
"Let's atleast wait till we get home, okay?"
McKayla bite down on her bottom lip adoribly and lowered her head.
"Fine," she relented, going back to the passanger seat.
Justin couldn't help the quick peek he took up her dress, which revealed to him that her stockings were actually thigh-hi's, allowing for easy access. He started the car and put it in reverse, waiting for her to put on her seatbelt before backing down the driveway. Thigh-hi's, huh? He knew she did this shit on purpose.
Justin led the way up the stairs and into the bedroom, and a moment later his wife came tumbling in. He took in the happy grin on her face and the slightly far off look in her eyes. She was adorible, all disheveled and disoriented.
"You know Randy, you've never carried me across the threshold," she said from the double doors behind him. "That would be soooo romaaaantic. But think I'll have to lose a little bit of weight first. I'll go on Trimspa, like Anna Nicole. Like my body?"
Justin smirked as McKayla pulled up the hem of her dress, inadvertantly flashing him her underwear, and mimicked Anna's movements from the TV commercials. But when she tripped over her own heels he put an arm around her waist to steady her. She giggled drunkenly and looked up at him with dancing eyes. She was trying to figure out which of the floating hims in her head was the real one.
"Yes, Anna. I like your body very much. You don't need Trimspa." He pulled off her bunny ears and tossed them on the floor near the closet door.
She frowned, in an overly dramatic fashion, and watched him as he knelt down to unto the straps on her heels.
"You always tell me that. Why not? What do you like about me so much?"
"Well," he tossed her heels to the side with the ears and stood infront of her. "I love your legs."
Her eyes rolled and she wrapped as arm around his neck as she leaned back, trying to see if she could touch her head to the mattress upside down. Justin put his hands on her hips, amused by her recently acquired case of ADD.
"I'll still have legs if I lose weight, Randy."
"Yeah, but they won't be the same. I like that you have big strong legs."
"Yeah, my BIG strong legs."
"Did I say big? I meant long."
"Uh-huh." McKayla straightened up suddenly, and had to take a moment to get her equilibrium back.
"You wanna sit down?"
"No, not yet. I gotta get this dress off." She turned her back to him, and bent over, expected him to unzip her.
Justin chuckled, gribbing her shoulders and pulling her back into a standing position before searching the top of her dress for the well-hidden zipper.
"Don't change the subject," she said, "Tell me why you like me this way."
When he finally found the zipper, he let out a sigh and began to pull. He didn't like when she got into these phases, where she needed his approval or validation. He loved the woman who was convinced that she was hot shit, regardless of what anyone else thought. But, as a man he'd also grown to appreciate the times when she needed him a little and made it known that his opinion was important.
"I like your hips, and your thighs, and your ass." He heard her snort at that one. "I like your...."
The dress came undone and she removed the straps, letting it fall to the floor before she turned to face him.
"...Boobs."
McKayla smirked at her husband and put her hands on her hips, shyly looking away. He couldn't help it. She was standing there in a pink and white floral bra, panty, and garterbelt set. Her cup size had gone up since having their two children, and he was lost in the large breasts barely being contained by the push-up bra she didn't need. He believed it was due to the fact that she hadn't breastfed all that much, opting to give them a soy milk formula 90% of the time, but that was a theory for another time. Regardless, now they were larger, and very distracting, even when she didn't mean for them to be.
"Randall," she purred, slipping her hands into his pockets and pulling him closer.
He couldn't help but become turned on as he watched her lick her lips and eye his belt buckle. Then her eyes slowly glided up her torso until they met his face, and her upper lip curled.
"Can you, please, take those metal things off of your face?"
Oh, yeah, it was Halloween, wasn't it? And he was playing a dead guy, wasn't he? Moving away from her, he headed into the bathroom and began rushing the slow process of removing the fake blood and iron rod pieces. While he did that, McKayla set to work on herself, removing her furry wristbands and sliding off her black thigh-hi's and garterbelt, before pulling back the covers and laying down. Soon enough, Justin re-emerged from the bedroom, his face freshly washed.
"Are you gonna pass out on me?" He asked, walking around her side of the bed and allowing his eyes to inspect her frame.
"No. Are you gonna pass out on me?"
"No way."
Justin hoisted himself onto the bed, and hovered over her, watching her smile and lower her lids into a smoldering stare. It wasn't until he kissed her that he completely lowered his body onto her, picking up where they had left off in the car. His tongue danced happily with hers as her smooth legs came up to wrap around his waist. They laid together like this for awhile, kissing like teenagers, his hands softly roaming up and down her sides. But as his arousal grew, so did his desire to explore every inch of her as he had many many times before. His lips detached from hers, sucking her bottom lip momentarily before making his way down her chin to her neck, which he explored lazily.
McKayla's hands slid down his back and into the waist band of his pants and boxerbriefs, squeezing his skin and pressing his hips down and against herself. Both of them couldn't help the groans that escaped them. There had been a point where McKayla never would have been that sexually bold to put her hand down someones pants and show them exactly what her intentions were, but that point was long ago and Justin had long since corrupted her thoughts.
"Happy Halloween," she giggled when he grunted again. "I love you."
Rather than answer her verbally, Justin continued his assault on her, making his way down her body with butterfly kisses until his face was met with the damp satin between her legs. First through the soft material, and then after said material was moved away, he made love to her with his mouth. McKayla's entire body became even more alive, if that were possible, as her beloved husband devowered her entirely. Maybe it was the large amount of alcohol that she'd consumed, but all evening McKayla Malone-Timberlake had been acting very out of character for her normal self. True to that interesting twist, she expressed no prolonged need whatsoever in kisses, regardless of where they were placed, or any other form of foreplay.
"Randall... Randall please." Her head tilted back and her fingers scratched at him hungrily.
He couldn't deny it, he loved it when she begged.
He sat up on his knees, reaching up to undo the rest of the buttons on his shirt. But her impatient hands stopped him and skipped down to his belt.
"No no no. Don't worry about that. Just come on."
Before he could comprehend it, her hands had undone the belt, the button, and the zipper, and pulled the pants down on his slender hips. When the hell had she become so efficiant with that? Then again, after more than 7 years of marriage, she'd had some practice. Laying over her again, he watched as she did all the work, using her feet to pull his pants down his, and lining him up exactly where she wanted him as one hand pulled the crotch of her underwear to the side.
"Okay," she breathed, leaning her head back into the pillows.
Justin's hand went to her face, tilting her back towards him, and he kissed her as his body slowly entered hers. That kiss didn't last long however, because she pulled away from him with a wimper, needing to express the things he was making her feel. Finally she could do it freely, without having to worry about little footsteps nearing their door or if one of her children had awoken and would be able to hear. She whimpered again when he pulled back, and pushed into her again and again, working his way deeper.
"Baby," she whispered.
Justin lowered his head to her shoulder, groaning to himself. She was soft, and warm, and tight. He didn't think he would ever get over the way it felt when he made love to her. It seeped into his mind at the most inappropriate of moments. Her body was always the way he needed her to be, and it always felt as perfect as the first time he was with her, when he took her virginity.
"Randall," she pulled at his arm, her drunken state having heightened her arousal. Already she was nearing the end of their orgasmic road.
Finally Justin lifted his head and looked down into his wife's chocolate brown eyes.
"I love you," he whispered, nuzzling her cheek and neck with his nose. "I love you so much... I need you... I need you so bad."
With his whispered words, coupled by the insistant, unwaivering motion of his hips, McKayla was pushed nearly over the edge. Her breathing deepened and her lower back arched slightly, her fingernails pressing into his back. But Justin recognised these warning signs and pulled away, holding his torso above her with one arm as he reached down to rub her thigh with the other hand.
"Shhhhhhh," he said. "We've got all night."
McKayla nodded, closing her eyes as he looked down on her, watching her breasts rise and fall with each inhale and exhale. Then he set to work again, grinding her body into a frenzy that eventually erupted into the intense orgasm that he always enjoyed to watch her have. Soon it was followed by his own, and he emptied his long-awaited release into her.
Several minutes later, McKayla was curled up on her side, snoring. Now fully satisfied, she'd passed out from the mixture of drinks and exhaustion. Justin turned his head and smirked down at her, as she laid cuddled against his side. He didn't know how, but she made even the loud, open mouth, snoring seem sexy. He sat up, reaching over her to undo the clasps in the back of her bra. It wasn't for his own perverted reasons. Okay, wait, rephrase: It wasn't mainly for his own perverted reasons. But, McKayla hated to sleep in her bras. They were constricted and uncomfortable, and also tended to make them bend out of shape. She was going to wake-up in the middle of the night and do it anyway, so he might as well do it for her now.
He sat back, smiling softly at her face.
"Goodnight Kay," he whispered, kissing her cheek. "Happy Halloween."