Warning: All smut. Never written smut before. Willow might be mad lol.

I stood in front of the mirror, looking myself over. I was in black form-fitting lingerie with a zipper down the front. It was practically a lace swimsuit. My eyes trailed my less than perfect curves, the way my boobs sagged a bit, the wrinkles on my face that my light makeup was not hiding.

Aaron was in the next room. I loved him. I have loved him for a while. But would he love me once he sees all of me? Once he sees the stretch marks that are the reason I stopped wearing low cut jeans and crop tops. Once he sees the marks of my age and finally understands that I do not want another child and even if I did, I would not be able to give it to him. I will start menopause soon.

But he is out there now, and he has been telling me he wants me.

I applied the bold red lipstick that makes my hair look darker and my skin paler.

I want this. I have not done this in years. I want to be loved, to make love. At least, I think I do. I feel ready for this I know he wants it. And I want him.

I took a deep breath. You have got this Idina. You are hot, everyone would kill for a chance to be with you.

I step out the door.

"Id-" he was cut off when by my presence. His face goes slack, and his jaw hung askew and he eyed me up and down, up, and down, then finally his gaze rested on my face, our eyes meeting. I smiled.

His gaze resting on my face. Not my boobs or my ass. My face. 

He closed the gap between us, cupping my face and locking lips. "Dee," he moaned against my lips as he slipped his tongue into my mouth, sending electric shocks through my body. I sucked on his tongue, coaxing more moans from him as he pressed me up against the wall. He was already getting hard; I could feel it against my groin.

He trusted his hips against me, and I groaned, my legs starting to feel like jelly. I take control of the kiss and switch us around so that I am the one pressing him against the wall. I want him to enjoy this, I am going to make sure he enjoys this.

I start thrusting my hips against him as I taste his mouth with my tongue. He groans against me again, his hands moving to my thighs. I feel a warmth growing between my legs and we move towards the bed.

We fall down, him on top of me. He hovers over me, making me rise to meet his lips again, moaning my name as I kiss him. He deepened the kiss and pushed me down so that I was laying on the bed.

"God, Dee you're amazing," he told me between kisses, and he trailed them down my neck. His hands ran up and down my thighs, one slipping in between my legs.

"Ohh!" I exclaimed, turning my head to muffle my moans in the pillow as he started massaging my inner thigh.

"It's okay, Dee," he whispered in my ear, "talk to me, let me know you like what I'm doing. Let yourself go." He started to noble on my earlobe, undoing my earing with his tongue. He dropped it on the bedside table, then removed my second earing.

He trialled his kissed down my neck again, still doing things to my inner thigh, making me groan.

"Yes, talk to me," he encouraged as my moans got louder. His hand finally reached my center and paired with his kisses I let out a loud moan, calling out his name.

With his free hand, he slowly started to unzip my lingerie, kissing ever since of skin he revealed. He freed my right breast and grunted as he started kissing it. He nipped at my nipple and blew on it till it was hard. Then he started sucking on it.

"Oh god!" I moaned as he thrust his hand in tandem with his sucking. "Oh god oh god, Aaron!" He needed to undress me faster. Wearing this had been a bad idea, I should have come out naked. The want between my legs was getting stronger.

"Wet, are we?" he asked seductively as he rubbed circles on my clit. "I can feel it through the lace."

I nodded eagerly, breath heavy and irregular.

He smirked and went back to kissing my left breast while his free hand freed my right. Then he swapped, using his free hand to keep my left occupied.

When he was well and done, he started unzipping me more, training kisses down the valley between my breasts, down my stomach, across my abdomen. He kissed my stretch marks and called me beautiful.

Then he slipped the suit off me and coaxed my legs further apart. I held my breath as his lips descended on my inner thigh.

"Just fuck me already!" I nearly screamed as he got closer, still teasing.

He nibbled at the soft skin just beside where I wanted him, and I groaned. Then I felt his tongue on my sex, going in between my folds, but not entering me. I tried grinding against his face, anything to relieve the want in my loins. He kept kissing me, just above my entrance. Then, slowly, he inserted a finger.

"FUCK!" I screamed as he started circling it inside me and trusting. I was getting close, so close. "I'm coming baby," I muttered through ragged breaths, my hands in his thick black hair.

"Wait for me babe," he said as he inserted a second finger. "Wait, not yet," he said as he continued to thrust.

"I-I can-not" I whimpered incoherently as a third finger entered.

"You're doing so well, love," he said between kisses.

Then his fingers found the right spot and I screamed to the high heavens as he rubbed it. "Right there, babe, right there," I tell him. I cannot hold back much longer.

"Now, " he whispered. He curled his fingers against my spot, making my back arch and my hips buck as I tightened around his digits.

I convulsed uncontrollably and he continued to trust, keeping me going. I balled the sheets of the bed in my fists and let out the deepest, most unhinged moan I had ever loosed.

When it was almost over, I felt his tongue pressing between my fold, thrusting its was inside. He started moving it in the same way he'd done to remove my earrings and eating me out as he triggered a second orgasm, this one straining every muscle in my body as I started seeing stars.

I collapsed on the bed utterly exhausted, my limbs shaking. He crawled over me and started kissing me again, coaxing another moan, tasting like... what I assume would be me. His tongue trusts deeply down my throat and I feel the tip of him brush against my entrance.

I suck on his tongue and lower lip, my hands trailing down and guiding him inside. He trusted inside me as I fell apart beneath him, hips bucking and feet digging into his back, urging him on. His pace quickened and so did his kissing as he moved back to my neck.

A pain shot through my loins. It has been a while since I have done this. I must have cried out because he stopped.

"Am I hurting you?" he asked, his breath equally as ragged as mine. He pulled out.

"No," I said, "It's just been a while. Take it slow, babe, let me adjust, you are amazing." I placed my hands on his back and look into his eyes, begging him to continue. It felt so good. It had been years since I had felt anything like this.

He nodded and slowly re-entered. I shuttered at the feeling of him filling me. I started moving my hips as I got readjusted to the feeling and he followed suit. He started grinding against me, throwing everything he had into it and we both cried out for sheer pleasure. I could feel him hardening even more and I groaned as the sensation of him growing sent shock waves down the very core of my existence.

With a few more thrusts and a glassy look in his eyes I knew he was about to come. I felt him explode inside me, crying my name and making marks in my skin with his nails. He continued thrusting until I was on the same plane of existence and lost within myself.

"Yes!" I cried out as he rode out our orgasms. "Don't stop," I begged when I could get a coherent word out.

We collapsed breathless in a heap of sweat and limbs, his face resting on my chest and his fingers playing with a sill erect nipple as I heaved, trying to regular my breaths.

"Wow," he muttered after we had both wound down. "Holy fucking shit Dee that was the best sex I've ever had. Holy fucking shit."

I giggled. I could not help it. My cheeks were burning and aching form all the blushing and smiling as he drew patterns across my skin

"You're not so bad yourself," I said.

"Not so bad?" he asked. "I think that was three orgasms, missy. Not so bad..."

I giggled again. "Holy fucking shit, Aaron," I echoed, making him grin, in turn making me grin.

He rolled off me and brought me into a cuddle, still drawing patterns across my bare skin. "Has anyone ever told you that you are drop-dead gorgeous?" he asked as he traced my stretch marks. My warrior wounds form carrying my son Walker.

"Maybe," I teased. "No one's ever dropped dead yet."

He kissed the top of my head and I closed my eyes, resting my head on his chest, drawing my own patterns on him. "I love you," he said. "I fucking love you Idina Kim Menzel. And I love fucking you. Let us make this a regular occurrence."

I smiled. "I love fucking you too," I said. "I want to do it again, but not so soon." I was going to be sore as hell tomorrow. And I have a pretty good idea that sex might help cure it, at least a little bit. I grinned as I started to drift off to sleep with the calming sensation of him stroking and playing with my dark brown hair. "I love you," I muttered as I drifted off to sleep. "I haven't felt this wanted or beautiful in years. Thank you so much."

"Anytime, Munchkin," he said, kissing the top of my head. He pulled the blankets up around us.

He wrapped his arms back around me. I have not felt this safe either. God, I hope I marry this man someday.

"Yes," he said.

"Hmm?"

"You asked me to marry you," he said. "You're half asleep though."

"Oh, well, I want to marry you," I muttered.

"I want to marry you too," he replied.

I smiled. "Good." I kissed his lips. "Let's get married then," I said, finding my place again on his chest. "Fiancé," I add as I began to drift off again, a wide giddy smile on my lips.