Slim-Aftercare

Slim is certainly the tough protector when he needs to be. But after sex? His gentle side shines through. He wants to make sure that she’s comfortable and enjoys being with him.

Slim had courted Naomi for three months before asking her to marry him. The wedding followed after another three month engagement. It was a day full of joy and the couple was surrounded by their closest friends and family. This included Naomi’s uncle, Mort Cory, the acting sheriff of Laramie. After the ceremony and a small reception, the couple headed for the hotel in town. Mort promised Naomi that he would rely on Jess for any assistance that he may need should problems arise during the next few days.

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Rolling onto his back, Slim took a few moments to catch his breath. He ran a hand through his hair, pushing it out of his face before turning to Naomi. He propped himself up onto his left side and looked down at her. She was flushed, her right arm lay above her head, and her left hand rested on her belly. 

“Are you alright? I didn’t hurt you did I?” He reached over and mindlessly brushed his thumb over the gold band on her finger as he held her hand.

“Hmm?” She was in a bit of a daze. That first time gave her quite a bit to process. “Oh no, I’m okay.”

“You sure about that?” He slid his hand up to her cheek and tilted her face towards him. A look of concern creased his brow as he waited for her answer.

“Yes Slim, I’m sure.” She smiled and ran the fingers of her right hand through his hair. “It was, well, a little different than I expected.”

“Oh?” He didn’t quite expect that answer.

Naomi chuckled and he raised his eyebrows at her. “Yes, but it wasn’t bad! So you can relax! I guess I didn’t anticipate how...um, messy it was going to be.” 

Slim broke into a grin and then leaned in and kissed her. “I’m sorry about that. I guess I should have warned you. You’ll get used to it.”

“Oh good.” She rolled her eyes and then smiled teasingly back at him. Naomi shifted gingerly, trying to keep from making a total mess of the sheets. She may have been madly in love with Slim, but this was definitely not what she had hoped would happen. Sitting up, she was getting ready to climb out of bed when he stopped her.

“Wait a minute, you stay there.” Slim threw the covers off himself and slid out of the bed. Going to the dresser, he poured water into the wash basin and grabbed a washcloth sitting next to it. 

Leaning back in the bed, Naomi couldn’t help but admire him. The soft light of the single lamp they had burning illuminated his tanned skin. She had of course looked at him when they undressed earlier, but not as closely as she was now. Her eyes took in his broad shoulders and muscled back that tapered down to his waist. She bit her lip as her gaze traveled over his backside and down his long legs. Glancing back up, she caught his eyes in the mirror and blushed as he grinned at her.

Slim turned around and couldn’t shake the grin from his face as he watched her eyes travel down his front as he walked towards her. He would be lying if he hadn’t tried to take in every inch of her earlier and that he wasn’t enjoying the view now. He gently pulled the sheets away from her body and sat on the edge of the bed. Coaxing her legs apart, he carefully cleaned her up. “I wish I could promise you next time will be neater.”

“Well, you said I’d get used to it.” She shifted onto her side as he climbed back into bed after hanging the washcloth up.

“I did. You think you’ll be okay with that?” He settled onto his back and laid both hands over his stomach after pulling the sheets over both of them.

She fiddled with his wedding band for a moment before lifting his arm and tucking herself into his side. “If you’re going to be that gentle and help me clean up every time? I can absolutely get used to it.” Snuggling into his shoulder, she kissed the side of his chest.

“I think I can manage that.” Slim kissed the top of her head and gently ran his hand up and down her back as they both drifted off for the first time that night.