The Daily Grind (excerts from a week in Sara and Blaise's life)

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The Daily Grind  (excerts from a week in Sara and Blaise's life)

Sara Black written by shtteredprncess.  Reg Black written by shtteredprncess.   Blaise Zabini written by Amorentia

Sara POV

Blaise shirtless and sweating was not good for the whole born again virgin thing.  Him shirtless, sweating, and laying on his back between my legs while every muscle in his arms and chest flexed pressing the bar of the weight bench....seriously?  My breathing was picking up and I wasn't even doing anything!

Watching him move to the chest press, I tried to find something a safe distance from him, leaning back in the reclined seat of the thigh flex, but my eyes couldn't leave the play of muscles dancing acrosee his chest.  I used the strength in my legs to squeeze the pads of the bars together, locking them between my legs while I counted to three, watching the tightening in his pecs as he slid the weights back into the starting position, my own thighs opening slowly to slide my weights back to the beginning.

Sighing as we finished our reps, my breath coming harder than it really should be, I moved to work my glutes, moaning inwardly when he sat to row.  I rested my stomach on the pad, my foot going into one of the kick plates as I bent, head down, pushing my leg up and out slowly to the count, my eyes watching him behind me, using the cords of his machine to thrust his body forward,  moving back quickly, before propelling himself forward once more.  It was a tease, making me watch his body work the way I so badly wanted it working me.

He started on pushups and I tried really hard to concentrate on working my biceps, bringing the bars together, working my chest and arms as hard as I could, trying not to imagine myself laying underneath him as he raised his body up, dropping it back down with an intensity that made me moan.  How much longer until the freaking wedding?

Grabbing a towel, I forced myself to take a deep breath, walking over to give him a light kiss as I whispered, "I'm heading to the Sauna, ok?"

His voice held just as much tension as mine as he breathed against my skin, "Okay...." and I tore myself away from him, heading to the sauna to try and calm down my over worked, undersexed body, slipping out of my sweaty clothes and wrapping myself in a towel, I turned on the music and forced myself to not think.

Blaise POV

Sara's idea of work out clothes were a lot like her pajama's, they left little to the imagination. Onstead of our new home gym becoming a place where we could expend some extra energy we went burning off, it became more about building up extra energy we werent burning off. It was by far the hottest room in the house.

It took everything in me not to cross the room to take her tiny, sweaty, toned, sexy body into my arms to get lost inside of it. Every line of her rippled, sleek with persperation. It was like a slow torture watching parts of her bob up and down while others tightened and contracted. The harder I worked out to get my mind off of it, the harder she worked out. Trying to get my mind off of sex, I'd up the weights, double reps. I'd look up seeing her pouring water over her to face cool off. The water would mix with drops of sweat to roll over her breasts, down her stomach, around her thighs. I'd find myself doing push ups till my arms felt like they were going to fall off trying not to act on the impluse to bend her over the stationary bike.

I kept trying to find other places to look in order to focus, but there were mirrors everywhere. Looking one way I'd see the image of her backside as it danced inside her pants while she worked the stair stepper. The other mirror had her chests that seemed to move with a life of its own. The mirror directly in front of me had a side view of her slender waste. Laying back I determined the safest thing was to just focus on the ceiling without imagining her straddling me in this possition.

She whispered, "I'm heading to the Sauna, ok?"

"Okay...." I sighed.

 There is no way I could follow her into the sauna with her naked skin glistening... there was only was safe place to go. It was a cold shower and some Daddy time for me. Once Sara was through, maybe we'd go somewhere. With lots of people and the children. This wedding was feeling like it was never going to happen.

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Sara POV

I was not made to stay at home, no matter how many kids I had, how many friends lived next door, or how incrediable my faince was.  I missed working, seeing the boys, relaxing and just being stupid.  On the other hand, I didn't want to be away from the kids for long.  I decided to make a solution that worked for me, using a large empty area at the shop to turn into a nursery.  When Reg tried to give me flack, I explained the benefits this would have. "Half the town has children, Reg.  It's not like everyone has a nanny, or wants to get a sitter so they can come shop!  With the daycare in the back, a wonderful mature staff, the parents of Great Hallow will feel more comfortable bringing thier kids in through the entrance off the street, signing in to drop them off, and then entering the shop through the hall to look over our goods!  They can use th Nursery while they go to appointments with Casey too!"

"Uh, huh.." He replied with a smile, "None of this is so you can come hang out?"

I gave him a grin and a shrug, "Look, it's good for business and I can come here to do the order forms and see what we need in inventory.  Marcus can bring the kids if we need him to work a few hours.  Hell, he and Peni can bring the kids and nab a fantasy room for a date!  If you have Brailee and Kelsey's off, your covered.  It works to all our benefits, so hush."

It worked beautifully, I hired 4 wonderful middle-aged women that I knew even Reg wouldn't try to hook up with.  I was able to come to the shop and do my work, which yes, more often then not turned into racing vibrators and throwing condoms.  My biggest surprise was Blaise choosing to come with me, laughing at our shaninigans.  He was used to our easy, playful banter now and as long as no one got too handsy, he was content to sit back and play along.  I surprised him with his very own desk in my office once I used a nice expansion charm on it, thrilled that he'd offered to stick around and help out with the books, the boring part of my job. 

It took all of maybe 15 minutes for Reg to title him my secretary, asking  "Why don't I get a personal secretary?"

Laughing, I wound my arms around Blaise's neck, reminding Reg with a smile, "Because you don't do any work!"

"Oh, yeah" He agreed with a grin, tossing a condom my way, which ended the way it usually does, with Reg and Bray chasing me through the store, flinging condoms my way as I ducked behind racks and display cases giggling.  Finally coming out, I raised my hands in surrender, laughing once more as a box of them was dumped over my head.  Smiling, I assigned Bray to the clean-up while mentally being thankful most of our costumers ordered through owls and would never see how silly we were as a group. 

We sat on the counter tops, taste testing lubes, laughing as we held arms in Blaise's direction, trying to get him to taste the ones we liked the best.  When he finally joined in the game, licking the lubes off my arm, I had to draw a line.  His mouth sucking on any part of my body was more than I could take at this point.  With a moan, I wrapped the game up, grinning as I looked around the shop and my mind lingered on all the possiblities within to take the edge of my suffering. 

Popping off the counter, I grabbed a black bag and went on a shopping spree, picking up anything that looked of interest, making a mental note to do some research and see if there was anything I needed to stock.  When I came back with a smile, Reg asked laughing, "What's all that?"

I giggled, ansewering, "reinforcements!" Tugging on Blaise's arm to get the kids so we could head home.

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Sara POV

While Brailee and the twins were napping, I laid on the bed, pulling out the ginormous wedding planning book I had from planning things for Vampsteamy, fingering my way through the pages in an attempt to make some plans so I could get this wedding underway.  I was determined to make some headway and not let my nerves get the better of me for a change.  Flipping through the invitations, I was scouring the pages to see if I could find more than just the one that I liked, when Blaise laid down on the bed beside me, pointing to an elegant pearl and silver invitation, saying "That's pretty."

Turning to him with  I smile, I agreed, "I think so too, but" I flipped back a few pages to the one I already kinda had my heart set on, "I really like this one, what do you think?"  I held my breath, hoping he would see the same meaning I did when I looked at it, loving how it reminded me so perfectly of the little figuring sitting on his nightstand.

Blaise POV

The card she showed me had a castle with a coach, Prince, and Princess on it. My Mother would never have picked it. For us, I told Sara, "It's perfect."

With her musical laughter, she leaned over pressing her lips to mine before opening the gigantic wedding book to another section with locations in it, "Do you have anywhere in mind?"

"Location for the wedding?" I turned on my side suggesting, "How about the castle where I proposed to you." It sounded like a romantic idea to me. Sara already had her plan in mind. It was adorable that she asked even though she knew what she wanted.

"Or, we could do this really pretty blue and white one I found," Sara showed me a handsome castle. "It's in Italy."

"That sounds good." I admired the pictures provided for the castle. 
"Does it have accomidations? Or will we have to set that up seperate."

"Nope, everyone can stay there. They even have a Prince and a Princess suite for the night before the wedding."

Another tease. Looking at her I smiled playfully knowing for all the difficulty it was to abstain, the game was proving to be fun. Amused I asked, "Whose going to sleep there?"

Sara POV

Laughing, I placed a soft kiss on his lips as I replied, "The Prince and the Princess?"

It was moments like this when he stole my heart all over again, teasing me as he chuckled,  "Does it come with it's own built in set?"

Shaking my head, I thought how sexy he was when he was laughing, letting his gaurd down and just enjoying life, "Nope, you have to bring your own," I told him as I flipped to a new section of the book.

"Should I start interviewing royalty?" he asked, rolling onto his back.

I couldn't resist leaning over and kissing him once more "Yes, I think that's a perfect job for you," I grinned against his lips, "Find me a Prince"

"Done." he held out his hands with a slow smile "Look at that. It's like Magic." he rolled onto his side, his hand trailing over my back, his lips on my cheek as he whispered near my ear,  "He appeared. But I thought the Prince wasn't supposed to see the princess before the wedding or the Witch would give her a poisoned apple or something like that."

Laughing, I couldn't help but picture his mother trying to feed me poisoned apples, as I wrapped my arms around his neck, "I think that's just on the wedding day.  That's why the princess has her very own suite" I flashed my lashes, giving him a sweet smile as I asked, "Do I need to find you one?"

"A Princess or my own suite?" he asked with a grin.

"As the handsome prince, you already have your own suite." I leaned up, kissing him once more.

Blaise POV

"Where are the Prince and Princess going to go when they finally get to share a suite and make some magic together?" I asked wondering when we were going to get to the good stuff.

"Are we talking about the honeymoon, Mr. Zabini? We haven't even finished planning the wedding." For a moment I saw her waver in her surity for a minute.

"How much Wedding stuff do we need to plan before we can start setting things up for the after party?" I smiled. It wasn't my goal to make her break her vow. Quite the opposite. I'd water have a couple of weeks with no sex now, that her feel a lifetime of regret later. That didn't mean it wasn't fun to talk about and plan for.

While she laughed her toes trailed up my calf as she teased, "You tell me colors and we'll move onto the after party, gorgoues" giggles, "You want me to toot and beep for you so your in the mood?"

Flushing with color, I changed the subject form my sensual song Peni got me drunk enough to sing at Karaoke on Sara's birthday. "Purple and Blue. Hows that?" My hand glided along her leg.

Sara's fingers trailed over my back, "Or Blue and White?"

Now I got it. Chuckling my hand slid down her leg again saying, "How about next question you ask, I'll just repeat back to you and you can tell me what we're going to do."

Sara POV

"That would work beautifully" I smiled, pulling him down for another kiss, knowing I would never get tired of the feel of his lips on mine,  "Where are we honeymooning?"

 "I don't know, sweetheart. Where are we honeymooning?" His fingers trailed slowly down the line of my neck, doing funny things to my stomach.

"Somewhere really close to where we're getting married?"

I suggested, my lips making a path from his mouth to his ear as he moaned, "Like the Princess Suite?"

"As long as we kick the damn Princess out first" I said with a giggle, my teeth nipping his ear lobe.

He cleared his throat, pulling back from my wondering lips, "Okay, Ms. Black. We're not going to make it to the alter safely if we keep this up." his gaze found mine, "Why don't you show me table settings or something not related to anything we're not supposed to be doing right now."

I sighed, moving my face back against his neck as I tried to bend him to my will, "But I was enjoying that part"  I looked into those incrediable brown eyes "Remember, you said you wanted to do this like we're dating" grinning, I kissed his jaw, "Making out is the best part of dating"

Blaise POV

"When you know you're working up to the..." I caught myself from making any Ignition remarks to avoid the ridicule. "Big pay off. I'm not saying we can't make out. But we should stick to safe places like in a room full of people. Not in a bedroom, alone, where..." The curve of her rear raised from the arch of her back was within inches of my hand that now felt like it was on fire.

Enjoying this, Sara wrapped her legs around my thighs, "Where what gorgeous?"

Sitting up I needed to end this game before I got carried away. "Where I'm going to get in trouble. Why don't we go somewhere?" I suggested moving away from her a bit. "How about desert. There is this excellent Bistro in Paris you would love."

Laying back down on the bed she looked so inviting as she saked, "Are you running away from me, Mr. Zabini?  Are my sexual advances making you uncomfortable?" The wink was just wrong. Delightfully wrong. I reminded myself again, a couple of weeks versus a lifetime of regret.

"No, you're sexual advances are splendid." I explained as I walked across the room. "The cut off is unconfortable, especially when we follow the advances to where ever they lead before ending abruptly. This place in France has the best coffee." 

Sara POV

Sighing, I rolled off the bed, "Fine, but I'm bringing the book!"

He gave me a big smile, his eyes trailing over me,"Sounds good. I have some ideas for our Honeymoon. But I'll tell you there when we're safely surrounded by a room full of strangers."

I laughed, knowing myself well, "You know me right?  That's not necessarily a deterent"

He rubbed his head as he sighed, "Should we bring Mother?"

"Do you want to get married?" I countered.

"Is this when I should be returning your questions with questions?" he asked with a smile and I flicked him off.  Laughing, his arms wrapped around my waist, apparating us and the book to the cafe.

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Blaise POV

The pace of Sara and my life was nice. Most of the time we spent together, or with the children. Even when I was in the office going over books or reports for Mother, I'd usually had at least one of the kids with me - Ember on my shoulder or Brailee beside me with a quill "helping." This was the first time every I got to be involved daily in raising my children. I didn't know Deni was my son till he was five. Bliss was a day old when I left. I wanted to enjoy every moment of it so I could just to soak in even the small changes in appearance that happened from one day to the next. If I could help it, didn't want to miss a thing.

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Sara POV

Bed time was one of the few parts of the day I ran with a real routine.  Brailee would pick a cartoon or a movie she wanted to watch, curling up in front of me on a the stack of pillows on the floor while I fed one of the twins.  Blaise would take the other to the changing table, setting up the baby bath, getting them cleaned and changed so we could switch, handling bed time as a team.  Once they were both fed and in thier jammies, Baba would lay on the floor with us, letting Brailee chose a bed time story for her and her brother and sister.  Most nights we read 'Love you forever' with my baby girl repeating the words she could say right along with us, her little head snuggled up between the twins, her fingers in her curls as she rubbed Talon's back so I could hold the book, while Blaise rubbed Embers until the book was done and we sang our song, curled up as a family while the twins fell asleep.  Placing the twins in thier cribs, it was time for my little Angel to get some time to herself, the three of us turning her bath time into a game, playing with her toys, her bath crayons, the bubbles, laughing at her sweetness until her little fingers found thier way into her mouth, the tell tale sign of bed time.  Drying her off and getting her into her jammies, my Brailee and I would rock in the rocker, her head on my shoulder until she drifted off the the land of dreams, my eyes watching as Blaise moved around getting everything ready for the morning.  All in all, it was one of the best parts of my day.

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Blaise POV

After the kids were in bed was the hardest time of the day - in more than one way. Sara was true to her word of wearing pajamas instead of sleeping nude. Sometimes I wondered if she really understood what pajamas where. Every item of nighttime clothing she bought were all risque lingerie. They were what most people wore as foreplay, not sleep wear. Like her, I didn't want to spend my nights without her. But I can't count the number of times I wake up each night with my subconcious mind sending my hands to automatically travel over the silk of her teddy while she sleeps. Mentally I was keeping track of certain ones I was going to ask for after the wedding. My mind was in overtime planning things I was going to do once we were married.