One shots

Rock Me Baby

Rock me Baby

by Ike and Tina Turner

Rock me baby, rock me all night long
I said I want you to
Rock me baby, rock me all night long
I want you to rock me like my back ain't got no bonesRoll me daddy like you roll your flour dough
I want you to
Roll me daddy like you roll your flour dough
I want you to roll me till I won't no moreWhen you see me coming go get your rockin' chair
When you see me coming go get your rockin' chair
I want you to rock me, rock me away from hereRock me baby, rock me all night long
I said I want you to
Rock me baby, rock me all night long
I want you to rock me like my back ain't got no bonesRoll me daddy like you roll your flour dough
I said I want you to
Roll me daddy like you roll your flour dough
I want you to roll me till I won't no more

Gabriel was in the dining room, trying to have a conversation with several potential, new suppliers and customers, yet he wasn't able to focus on the conversation or even have a clear thought. The music coming from upstairs simply drove him mad.

"Please excuse me for a moment, I need to ask my teenage son, to keep it down for a while!" he said with and apologetic smile and rushed into the hallway and up the stairs. Barging into Adrien's room without knocking or even asking if he was allowed in, he stood there, thunderstruck, seeing the boy and his girlfriend sitting at his desk and quietly doing their homework.

"What is it, dad?" Adrien asked him anxiously while Marinette had already jumped to her feet, afraid, the designer would fall back into his old patterns and try to end their relationship.

"I'm very sorry, Adrien, Marinette. I thought the music was coming from here," Gabriel said bewildered.

His son shook his head.

"I thought it came from you, that maybe you played some old songs at the beginning of your work dinner, to lighten the mood and loosen them all up a bit." He replied.

Puzzled the tall man left the room and walked towards his assistant's. Hearing the music getting louder, as he approached the door, he furrowed his brows. Since Nathalie had been healed from the wounds, the broken miraculous had caused, she was acting stranger with every day the passed. Last week she had been sunbathing in the backyard, beside the newly installed pool, wearing nothing but her bikini panties. Though lying on her belly, trying to tan her back and shoulders without the stripes from the holders of the bra, this wasn't like her at all.

She had done that in the mornings, when Adrien was in school, so he wouldn't see her, but she obviously didn't even care, if he did. Or she didn't think, he would even notice, what she was doing.

He of course had noticed. And he had also been struggling, to get back to his tablet and continue his work. Good thing, she was covering herself with a large towel, before she came back inside, yet, after going for a quick dip in the nice and cool water, she always took the top piece off, while turning her back towards him and immediately lying down on the deckchair after opening the hooks, before she pulled it away from her breasts completely. Nevertheless had he more than once caught himself, looking at the time ever so often, to stand behind the shut curtains at the exact moment, so he wouldn't miss it.

The two weeks before that, the weather hadn't been so hot and sunny, but cloudy and rather chill. So instead of swimming, Nathalie had been a few steps away from the pool, to do half an hour of yoga in the morning. Advanced yoga, as it seemed to him. He still hadn't figured out, how anyone, especially a woman who had been bed bound for that long, could be so 'bendable'.