Sunday Chores

sunday chores 5 1 2016

Sunday Chores

An Emery&Chris Story

By avenger-nerd-mom

Chris had a free weekend before continuing Civil War press in New York. He hides away in Georgia with his best girl, Emery. He’s a little sorry he made such grand promises over the phone while he was away…

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, Fluff, Language, Adult Situations, “bribe sex”

Word Count: 2364

Standing at the window, Chris calls over his shoulder.  “You mean the push mower?”

Emery’s voice calls back from one of the upstairs rooms.  “Yes! That’s why it’s in the front yard, waiting for you.”  Gathering the basket of laundry she rolls her eyes as she walks down the steps to meet him.  She sets the basket down and gathers him in her arms.  His laugh lines seem deeper than they did two weeks ago.  Two weeks with Mackie and Stan could have that effect… She squeezes him tight, never wanting to let go.  “I missed you,” she says quietly.

He holds her tight around her little waist and wraps his other large hand through her hair.  “I missed you too.”  He kisses the top of her head, smelling her sweet shampoo, taking back in all the smells that equal home to him now. “Why don’t you just hire the kid across the street?”

She tries to pull back to look him in the eye, but the pressure on her head from his hand is too much. She pokes between his ribs and he lets loose, chuckling.  “Because if you weren’t standing here complaining about it, you could have the job done in less than fifteen minutes, and he charges $40 bucks.  When it’s 100+ degrees in July, then I will pay him.  Until then, suck it up, buttercup.”

His laughter rumbles through her chest. He kisses the tip of her nose and moves to the couch to begin putting on his shoes to go outside.  He knows she isn’t going to let him out of cutting the grass, but he missed teasing her while he was away.  Being apart keeps getting more and more difficult.  “Is this punishment for looking at Lizzie?”

“Hell, honey, I would have looked at Lizzie!” She readjusts the blinds and shakes out the curtains. “How could you not?”

He tightens the laces on his shoes, grinning.  “Your’s are better.”

Emery grabs the bottom of her t-shirt and flashes him quickly.  “Good answer.  You just remember that.”  She steps closer so he can take a quick lick.  He pulls her into his arms and collapses back into the couch, taking her hardened nipple into his mouth as she moves to straddle him. He sucks and pulls at her with his teeth, gripping and pinching her other nipple between his fingers.  “Do you need some more motivation?” she whispers to him.

“Trading sex for a mowed lawn?” he murmurs against her breast, moaning when her hands find their way into his sweatpants.

“Hmm…” she responds, freeing him just enough from the confines of his clothing.  Chris shifts her slightly and releases her breast from his mouth as she shimmies out of her little track shorts and panties and climbs back on his stiff cock, slowly impaling herself, practically purring.  “God, I missed you.”

Chris returns his attentions back to her breasts, moving and shifting as needed while Emery slides her hot, wet pussy up and down his shaft, taking care of both their needs in long, slow strokes. Their understanding of each other’s desires and movements swells in his heart.  Her eyes closed, she is lost in her own bliss and Chris watches the small changes of her body as she pleases herself, using him.  He leans back against the couch, still exhausted from his travels.  He grabs her hips and aids in her grinding as she begins to change her pace, her climax drawing near.  Skin glowing from the beginning of a spring tan, her nipples- ripe and pink, her chest rises and falls with each breath and sweet moans she unknowingly makes.   This woman is mine.  How did I ever get through a day without her?

Emery is lost in thought, needing her man, glad he is home, where he needs to be.  She changes her pace, switching from long strokes, sliding up and down his girth to grinding against him.  She opens her lustful eyes to find a small rim of ocean blue surrounding his dilated pupils as he watches her with the happiest smile on his face.  She falls forward, placing her hands on the back of the couch on either side of his head, shifting herself on his cock so her clit now grinds against him. She leans in to tease him with the promise of a kiss, her mouth just out of reach of his as he begins to push up against her.  His hands slide down her hips to cup her round ass, pulling her down more and bringing her to her end.  Her lips land on his, sucking in his breath as the wave of her desired orgasm crashes around her.  She bites his bottom lip and pleads for more, “It’s not enough,” she whines.

Without pulling out, Chris lifts her in his arms and rolls her back onto the couch, bringing her knee up against the cushions as he dives into her harder, feeling her suck him in deeper, her walls tensing around him. Kneeling between her legs, one foot on the floor, Chris pumps into her with a reserved strength. He needs this as much as she does, but doesn’t want to hurt her.  As her climax builds to a second release her cries echo in the small room and she continues to move her hips with each of his punishing thrusts.  “Ok?” He quietly asks, and she nods her head, a smile crossing her face.  Her fingertips dance across his shoulders and he trembles at her touch.  His body tightens as the wave of his need slams through his body and pushes into her as he falls over the edge.  The release quakes through him as he slowly lets go, kissing her as the tension leaves his body.  He collapses on top of her, knowing the couch will cushion her for a few moments.

“Welcome home,” she whispers, giggling as she rubs his shoulders. “Get off.  You’re killing me.”

He chuckles and slides out, tucking his limp self back into his pants.  He shifts against the back of the couch, grabbing the blanket behind him to wrap her up and clean their mess.  “The grass can wait.  Snuggle.  Nap.  Just you and me,” she whispers, almost incoherently.

Wrapping her to his chest, he can’t think of a better plan for the rest of the day.


After a good nap and a quick lunch, Chris decides it’s time to pick on Emery again.  He puts the plates in the dishwasher, while she wipes down the counter and he asks, “How come you don’t have a riding lawn mower?”

She looks at him like he has lost his mind.  “Have you seen the yard? It’s the size of a postage stamp.  There’s no space to turn it around…”  Her position changes and she takes a firm stance.  “You’re stalling, cause you don’t want to do it.  I know you weren’t born with a damn silver spoon in your mouth, and I’m not gonna let you live that way either, so you better just fuckin’ dislodge it now.  I know you are still tired from the press tour.  But as you said on the phone from London the other night, and I quote: ‘If you fuck me blind and let me sleep for 24 hours straight, I’ll do anything you ask.’

“Well, I can tell from your blurry vision you still can’t see straight, and frankly I have aches and pains in places I didn’t know were possible. The door knob is going to be permanently indented into my back… I’m asking you to cut the grass. When we have kids one day, how can I expect them to learn responsibility and chores, if you grumble and complain and want to throw money at everything?”

Chris stands stunned at the sink.  “Is that your red head temper? Cause, DAMN.”  He pauses and he bites his tongue to keep from unloading on her.  On the few occasions they’ve argued, he’s decided it’s best if one of them can try to keep calm while the other explodes.  It’s probably safer for them both that way. “I’ve just been teasing you.  I’m gonna do the damn job.  I thought you’d be a little more relaxed after the treatment you just received.” He slams the dishwasher shut and punches the buttons to start it.  He takes a deep calming breath, and lets it out slowly.  “It’s not that I don’t want to do the work.  I just thought we’d be doing something together.”

“Don’t back track now.  You are trying to get out of the work, and you’re kinda pissed cause you know I’m right.  Listen, I’m sorry I snapped.  A two hour nap in the middle of the day wasn’t really in the plan and I have a ton of school work too.  And my sister and her husband want to go to dinner tonight before you leave tomorrow for New York.”

“Come here.  You don’t have to do everything on your own, ya know,” he pulls her in to a warm embrace.  He holds her tighter when she tries to move away, still somewhat angry and full of a different fire than on the couch.  “We can hire people to do the shitty jobs we don’t want to do.  If you don’t like to cut the grass, we can get the neighbor kid or a service.  If you like to do it great; if you want me to do it cause it’s a domestic, ‘husband chore,’ you think I should do, say so.  But I think you’re mad cause I have to leave again.”

Emery takes a deep sigh, grasping his shirt and inhaling his scent.  “Maybe that’s it.  Chris, I honestly don’t know.  I mean, I meant the words.  You can’t be spoiled or someday we’ll have kids that will learn that.  And it’s pretty obvious I’ve got that damned independent streak and red-head temper.  So, I don’t know… I don’t know where the anger came from.”

“Ok, then, let’s just forget it.  I’ll go cut the grass.  And then what?”

“You said we could work together.  I’ll finish the laundry while you mow and then we can work together on the front flower beds.

“Are you sure you aren’t mad about the Lizzie thing, cause that sounds like torture…”  Seeing the look she gives him, he quickly changes his tune.  “Oh, I meant fun! It sounds like fun,” he relays, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He kisses her again before breaking their embrace.  He grabs his sunglasses off the shelf, smiling at the new photos she framed from the LA premiere, and moves towards the front door.

As the door opens, Emery calls out, “Do you know how to start the mower?”

“Ha- ha.  Funny. Yes, of course I know how to start the mower!”


Fifteen minutes later, he walks around the back side of the house, where Emery’s sister, Mackinzie, has stopped by for a visit after an afternoon walk. “Hey, Mack, how ya doing?”  He leans to give his future sister-in-law a hug and reaches down to play with her dog.  “I didn’t see you walk up.”

Mackinzie giggles, “You seemed a little busy.”

“Is that Chris?” Emery calls from the kitchen, the porch door open.  “Hey, you’re done?”  She suggests, handing him a cold beer, and rising to kiss him on the cheek.  “Sorry I was bitchy.”

He rubs her shoulders, knowing better than to give a response.  He just winks at her and takes the beer, already hating the heat of Georgia and it’s only late April.  He grins sheepishly. “No, honey. Not done.  I, uh… I can’t get the mower to start.”

Emery explodes in laughter, tapping her sister on the shoulder before dropping a dog treat down for West and her sister’s dog.  “Well, sis, looks like you and Dan are paying the bill tonight. I was right!  He couldn’t do it.”

“Wait, you bet your sister? That’s not fair, that’s a much fancier mower than the kind I had growing up…”

“Excuses, excuses…,” she grins back.  “Forget it.  I’ll do it one night this week.”

“No, no you’ve got too much to do.  I’m paying the neighbor kid.  We’ll arrange for him to use your mower on jobs; it’s nicer, and we can get him to cut the price.  It doesn’t make you less of a woman for letting a man do a job for you.”

“What does it say about you that you couldn’t start the mower?” Mackinzie teases.

“Not a damn thing.  I just work at a different skill.”

“Evans.  That is bullshit. It’s not a gender equality thing, although Mom did raise us to do everything on our own, so we wouldn’t have to do depend on anyone but ourselves…  That’s not why I don’t want to pay the kid.  It can be done quickly and I can save my money for other things,” Emery defends, still allowing him to pull her into is lap when she moves closer.

He kisses her bare shoulder and wraps his arms around her, settling her in comfortably, laughing when she props her feet up on the table.  “Aren’t you the one always complaining about how students work too hard to have money for cars, insurance and dates and never have time for school? So now you can help this kid out.  We’ll prepay him for the summer and maybe he won’t have to work so hard.”

Mackinzie desperately does not want to be in this conversation, “Hey, you know, I think that sounds like a really good compromise… Sis, I think that sounds like a good plan.”

Behind Emery’s back, Chris mouths the words ‘thank you’ to Mackinzie.

“So, sis, where are you taking me to dinner?  That’s not a bad deal, actually… I didn’t have to cut the grass, and I got out of the dinner tab.  Not bad at all… We make a pretty good team, babe,” Chris laughs, reaching to high five his girl.

Cuddling into his chest, savoring the hours till he has to leave for more press in New York, she laughs, “Yea, babe, I guess we do.”

Copyright © 2016 avenger-nerd-mom.  All rights reserved. Intellectual property of avenger-nerd-mom

3 thoughts on “Sunday Chores

  1. theycallmebecca May 27, 2016 / 2:47 pm

    hahaha whiny chris hahaha

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Allie S December 24, 2018 / 12:14 pm

    That couch sex tho 😮

    Liked by 1 person

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