toxic_corn | BSC/Daybreak Crossover Fic: The Tape (R)

Title: The Tape
Authors:

nutmeg610
Pairing: Chad/Mary Anne
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Mary Anne and Chad belong to ABC, Scholastic Books, and Ann M. Martin respectively.
Summary: Well into their marriage, Chad and Mary Anne's daughters discover something that they probably never would've wanted to see.
Notes: Completely self indulgent. Not like the crack fic wasn't. *snort* But this has no other excuse for being other than we're goofy and like coming up with conversations that end with one of us saying, "Aaaaaaand porn!"

The Tape

The Shelten dinner table was quieter than usual. Normally, Alma and Daisy would be talking over each other in telling Chad all about their day but they had yet to utter a single word. Neither twin was looking at him or Mary Anne.

Either they'd broken something or there was a body out in the yard.

"Something wrong, girls?" Chad asked.

They continued to push food around their plates as they glumly recited, "No."

"Did something happen at school?" Mary Anne asked gently. She worked at the girls' school and wracked her brain for any slight incident she may have heard about and not thought much of at the time.

"No."

"Did something happen at recess?" Chad guessed.

"Recess is part of school," Alma pointed out, giving Chad one of her looks. "And we said no." As if realizing she was looking her father in the eyes, she turned beet red and quickly went back to staring at her plate.

Chad and Mary Anne shared a confused look. "So what is wrong then?" Mary Anne asked. "Obviously something's bothering you two. Tell us what it is."

Daisy started to crack. "Well, see, we- OW!" She jumped as if she'd been kicked.

"Quiet!" Alma hissed.

"Girls, is there something you want to tell us?" Chad asked, warningly.

"Want to tell you?" Alma repeated. "No."

Tired of guessing games, Chad tried to stare them down but it was hard to do when they averted their eyes.

"Does it have anything to do with the scream and crash I heard earlier today?" Mary Anne asked. "Did you two get into another fight?"

Both girls' eyes went big. "Oh, no!" Daisy said. "That was just me throwing the tape at the-"

"Shut up!" Alma exploded.

"What tape?" Chad's voice rose. "You didn't throw a rented movie around, did you? We'll have to pay for that!"

"It was scotch tape!" Alma said, looking innocent. "Not a video tape."

"And we didn't find it in your room," Daisy added.

"Shut up, Daisy!"

Chad sent a confused look Mary Anne's way. ""Um, did you take the scotch tape out of my office? You should ask first."

Daisy shook her head. "We didn't take the scotch tape from- OW!" She jumped again.

Alma smiled wide. "Sure thing, Daddy. We'll ask next time!"

"Ok, it's fine. Did you put it back?" Chad took a big bite of the delicious chicken Mary Anne had cooked for the third time that week.

"Put what back?" Alma asked.

"The tape."

"Uh..." Alma started to look nervous. "Did we, Daisy?"

Daisy looked frustrated. "I don't know; are we talking about the scotch tape or the real tape?"

Okay, this was just ridiculous. "Girls, the truth." Mary Anne said firmly. "Now."

The girls looked at each other guiltily before Alma spoke up. "We were looking for our birthday tape from last year because Uncle Kevin said he'd burn it onto a DVD for us."

"It's going to look pretty too, with a main menu and scene selection and everything!" Daisy added.

"And... um, we didn't find it."

Chad and Mary Anne waited, but that seemed to be all they were willing to say. "But you said you threw a tape around... right?"

"It wasn't so much throwing as... setting down. Hard." Daisy paused, then quickly added, "It didn't break."

"Too bad," Alma muttered.

"Well, which tape was this, then?" Chad frowned.

Daisy turned bright red and Alma averted her eyes again as she answered, "One with just you and Mommy on it."

Just him and Mary Anne? Chad thought about their collection of tapes a moment. It couldn't have been Christmas... or Mary Anne's birthday... or... Oh. Oh no. He blanched and looked over at Mary Anne who looked like she was drawing the same conclusion he was. "Um, the tape... f-from the bedroom, with just us..."

"That's the one," Alma said, grimly.

"Can I leave now?" Daisy asked in a little voice.

Mary Anne's face turned red. "That, um. That wasn't meant for you to see."

"Are you guys okay?" Chad looked awkwardly at his eight year old daughters.

"I uh... I don't know if I'm okay." Alma frowned. "Probably not."

"Can I please leave now?" Daisy asked again.

Chad turned to Mary Anne and asked in a hushed voice, "What the hell do we do?"

"Um. Do you guys have any questions?" Mary Anne asked the girls.

Alma's eyes widened. "I have lots."

"Oh God." Chad face palmed.

"Okay, see, that was sex, right?" Alma asked, gearing up for her real question.

"How much of the tape did you see?" Mary Anne asked, wondering what it was they had seen really.

"We turned it off pretty fast," Daisy said.

"Like five seconds in?" Chad asked, hopefully.

"When we realized what it was," Alma told him. "The tape was kind of in the middle, like someone had been watching it."

Mary Anne sent Chad a look.

"What?" He frowned at her and then looked at the girls, clearing his throat. "Well, um. Yeah, your Mommy and I were... together..." He couldn't bring himself to continue, a pained expression crossing his face. "I can't talk about this with them. You're a girl, maybe you'll have better luck of it."

Sighing, Mary Anne took over. "Yes, Alma, what you two saw was sex. Married people do it all the time."

"And that's how babies are made, right?" Alma prompted her. "By having sex?"

"That's right." Mary Anne nodded.

".... So how do you not make a baby every time?"

Chad shot up out of his chair. "I think I need to go."

Mary Anne grabbed his arm, hindering any escape. "Sit back down!" You're so not leaving this to me... "Sometimes the woman goes on The Pill. That's a kind of medicine she has to take daily and it keeps her from getting pregnant. And sometimes the man wears a condom. Condoms are those funny balloons you guys found last year, remember?"

"They smelled weird," Daisy noted.

"So the man wears one of the funny balloons and that keeps from making a baby?" Alma asked.

Chad eyed one of the forks, wishing to gouge his eyes out as Mary Anne said, "Yes."

"Wears it where?" Daisy asked, looking baffled.

Alma rolled her eyes, a gesture she'd picked up from her father years ago. "On his peener."

"Can I go now?" Chad exploded.

Mary Anne glared at him. "We're almost through here. Do you girls have any more questions?"

They looked at each other and Alma seemed to have a few more, but she looked at Chad and saw him shaking his head, faintly. "Uh... no?"

"Okay. Please take your dishes to the sink, then."

Happy to go, the girls slipped away. A few minutes later, they called out that they were going next door to play and the front door slammed.

"That was all your fault!" Mary Anne hissed at Chad. "Thanks for the help, by the way! You can wash the dishes yourself!"

"My fault? How do you figure that?"

"You're the one who wanted to make that tape! 'It's okay, sweetheart, we'll keep it hidden just for us!' Ugh!"

"Well I didn't know that they'd come rooting through our stuff, Mary Anne!"

"No, but I told you that the sex tape thing never ended well! It was only a matter of time until..." Her face turned white. "Oh god, who else do you think saw it?!"

Chad looked at her as if she'd gone insane. "What?! No one! It's up in our bedroom!"

"So?! When we have parties, people have free reign of the house, anyone could've easily just started snooping and... Okay, now I feel sick." She crossed her arms in front of her body, hugging herself protectively. If the girls could find something like that in all innocence, how easy would it have been for someone actually looking for it?

"It was in the back of the tv cabinet!"

"I never should've let you talk me into it." She stared down at the floor. "Maybe if I could learn to say no to you once in awhile..."

Chad threw his arms up in the air. "Oh, here we go! It's all my fault. You feel like you have to say yes to me. I intimidate you. I ruin everything! Great, sorry. I'll rip the tape apart right now and then go do the dishes."

"For God's sake, Chad, I didn't say that!" Mary Anne rolled her eyes at his theatrics.

"Well now you know what it's like. You always put words in my mouth!"

Oh, you poor martyr. ""I just said I need to learn to say no to you! That's criticism towards myself for not being assertive! It had nothing to do with you!"

Relaxing, Chad sighed. ""Well why do you always beat yourself up, huh? You're so great with the kids, and work, and me, why are you criticizing yourself?"

"I don't always-" His raised eyebrow halted the rest of that sentence. "I don't mean to. I just... wish I could live up to the standards I set, you know?"

He felt the rest of the fight drain out of him and went to her, wrapping her up in his arms. "Maybe your standards are too high? You're already perfect to me and the girls."

"Maybe they are," Mary Anne agreed, cuddling into his chest. "You and the girls are all that matter to me." She paused to consider that a moment. "Well, I love Dawn and Kevin, too. And Kristy. And the other old members of the BSC. And Dad and Sharon...."

"Okay, I get it." Chad chuckled. "Want me to get rid of that tape now?"

"Ugh. Yes. That thing was such a bad idea. I only agreed to it because you called me sweetheart and found that spot on my neck I like."

Chad smiled sadly. "Oh, yeah. Well, I'll go get that..."

His disappointment gave Mary Anne pause. ""Wait. Maybe... we should watch it one last time."

"Yeah? You really want to?" He grinned.

She shrugged, faking nonchalance. "Well, I haven't watched it since immediately after it was filmed..."

"Well you might have missed some great moments since we watched it in the afterglow." Chad grabbed her hand and started tugging her towards the stairs.

"To be honest, I wasn't paying that much attention," Mary Anne admitted. "I was a little sleepy."

"Well now you can see it for the cinematic masterpiece it is."

Mary Anne giggle snorted. "Uh huh. It's probably just me calling you baby a lot and then you..." Her words were lost as she dissolved into laughter.

She looked so sweet and playful, Chad chuckled too. "What?"

Trying to stop laughing, she deepened her voice. ""My.... sweet... girl! Unh!" Her knees gave out near the top of the stairs, she was giggling so hard.

Chad helped her back up, caressing her ass as he encouraged her up the last of the stairs. "Hey, I couldn't help that."

"Awww." Mary Anne pouted at him. "I'm not saying you could. Just that it's cute. In a porntastic kind of way."

"Porntastic?" he repeated, raising an eyebrow. "Is that another one of Kristy's words?"

"Actually, it's one of Dawn's." She led the way into their bedroom and circled her arms around him, rising up on her tiptoes to kiss his chin.

"Ah. That makes sense." His hands coasted down her back, leaving a nuzzling kiss on her temple. "So, we watching this thing or not?"

Mary Anne let him go and crossed the room to sit cross-legged on their bed. "We're watching it. I can't believe how eager you are about this; I'm sure you've watched it plenty since we made it. Since the girls found it in the middle."

"It was like, twice," Chad said, defensively. "And excuse me if I enjoy watching porn with my wife starring over anyone else."

She smiled at him, eyes sparkling. So he really preferred her to all the porn stars in the world. "I was just teasing you," she said, softly.

He smiled back at her and went to the cabinet holding the tv, opening the glass door and rummaging around until he found the unlabeled video tape tossed into the back. "Okay, let's watch." He grabbed the remote, rewound the tape to the beginning, and took a seat next to Mary Anne.

Onscreen, a shy Mary Anne lay on the bed, self-consciously covering herself as she waited for Chad. When he stepped into frame, she let her arms fall to her sides, smiling sweetly at him in expectation. At least, that's what Chad was focused on, already into their little film.

"Did you just give the camera a thumbs up?!" the Mary Anne sitting next to him said, incredulously. It jarred him out of his daze and he frowned over at her.

""Hmmm? I dunno."

"It was all big and obvious. How did you miss it?"

He shrugged, trying to focus on the movie. Mary Anne had wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him, making that soft whimpering noise he loved. "What's the problem?"

"It's just... weird that you gave yourself a thumbs up. Like, 'Woohoo, nailing my wife! Way to be, Chad!'" She started giggling again, normally something he enjoyed, but onscreen he'd just thrust into her and it had drowned out her gasp of pleasure.

Chad rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. I got caught up in the moment. Anyways, can we not critique my acting skills? This isn't the Cannes Film Festival."

"But you did call this a cinematic masterpiece." Her laughter stopped abruptly, staring in horror at the screen. "Oh god, your back is bleeding! I- I scratched you hard enough to make you bleed?!"

He shrugged again. "It was no big deal." He smiled wickedly. "I like when you get a little rough." As he spoke, the Chad and Mary Anne onscreen rolled over so Mary Anne was on top. Chad leaned forward a little in expectation.

"Well, I don't. I don't like hurting you, it's upset- I don't really sound like that, do I?!"

Chad laughed. "Oh no, not at all. Of course you do. I call this your 'banshee shriek.' It's pretty sexy, despite the name."

She watched in interest as her image rode Chad, tilting her head to the side. "This was made before we had the girls, right?"

"Umm, no, it was after. Why?"

Mary Anne looked from the screen and down to her front, touching her belly. "I'm putting on weight."

He frowned, looking at her. "No you're not. Not any that I've noticed. And if you have, you've had twins, sweetheart."

"But I look skinny there. I thought cameras were supposed to add ten pounds?"

"That's just something people say when they think they look fat on camera. It's not true."

"Oh. Am I ruining the sexiness by talking about this stuff?"

"Sure are."

"Sorry, baby." But when the onscreen Chad whispered something passionately, she couldn't resist remarking on it. Okay, you just called me 'baby' just then. You never call me that." She giggled into her hands, charmed by her husband's adorableness.

The husband in question sighed in annoyance. "Heat of the moment."

"Okay, okay, sorry. No more comments from me." Mary Anne watched in silence, glancing over at Chad. His face was getting flushed just watching this. It was comforting and a big boost to her ego that he found her so desirable, even with stretch marks from carrying his children. Knowing Chad, though, that was probably why he found them sexy; knowing he was partially responsible for putting them there.

"Ooo, I love it when you arch your back like that," he said, voice low and gravelly.

Mary Anne looked back at the screen. "Like what?"

He rewound the tape and pointed. "Like that."

"Ohhhh. How did I do that?" She rose to her knees and arched her back. "Like this?"

Chad's eyes glazed over as he watched her. "Uh huh. Just like that."

"Good to know," Mary Anne murmured, feeling herself start to react to him. "Anything else you like?"

He licked his lips, picturing something in his head. "Mmm, I like that head thrashing thing you do."

Mary Anne looked puzzled. "What's so great about that?"

He gave her a lopsided grin. "Don't know. I just like it."

"Well I like this thing here that you do." Mary Anne pointed at the screen.

"Yeah?" Chad grinned proudly.

"Yeah, that eyes rolling back in your head thing."

"Well I can't help that when you're screaming like a banshee and doing the head thrash thing. It's automatic."

Onscreen, Chad and Mary Anne were reaching the finish, and sure enough she was thrashing her head around, hair flying. Mary Anne thought it looked ridiculous, but if that's what Chad liked... From onscreen, Chad started to speak and it socked her right in the gut, spreading warmth all over.

"Oh god, you're using growly voice now." She whimpered.

"Yeah, I know you like that," Chad said darkly, putting a little growl into it.

"When you go all growly and say my name..." she trailed off dreamily and just watched the video quietly for a few moments. "Aaaaaaaaand you're about to pop. I didn't know you got all vibrate-y like that."

Apparently, she was annoying him again because he sighed heavily. "Maybe it was a bad idea to watch this, if you're going to notice all these weird things I do from now on."

Feeling guilty, Mary Anne rested her head on his shoulder. "It's not a bad thing. I just never noticed it before. I'm shaking a lot myself, see?" she asked, pointing.

"Uh huh," he muttered.

"Chad, it's okay, I don't- OH MY GOD!" She clapped her hands over her ears. "Do I always scream that loud when I...?"

Chad started laughing. "No, not all the time. Sometimes you just kinda... gasp out my name, or whimper."

"So this screaming thing only happens when I'm on top, then?" she asked, embarrassed.

"Pretty much."

Ugh. She looked back at the screen and watched her image slump over sleepily. "That part's familiar," Mary Anne remarked.

"What? Me wearing you out?" Chad reached out and stroked the inside of her thigh.

"Yeah. I feel all tired and fantastic after." She let her legs fall open a little more and smiled at his soft groan.

"Me too," he rumbled, moving his hand up higher.

"So... that was the tape then?" Her breath caught in her throat when he brushed somewhere sensitive and she grabbed his hand to keep him in place.

"Mmm hmm." He leaned forward and placed a hot, open mouthed kiss on her throat.

"Then I guess it's... time to destroy it."

Chad reluctantly pulled away from her. "Yeah, I guess so." He got up to eject the tape and sat back down on the bed, turning the video over in his hands. "I guess I can just... pull the film out and cut it up or something."

"Mmm." Mary Anne bit her lip, having second thoughts.

He glanced over at her. "What's that look?"

"Maybe we could find a better hiding place for it?"

His mouth dropped open. "After all that yelling we did downstairs, now you wanna keep it?"

"Well...! That was before I watched it with you." She smiled, ruefully.

Chad laughed at that. "Okay. Ummm, where?"

Mary Anne looked around the room, too. "How about your sock drawer? The girls are never going to need your socks."

"True. I could stick it under my underwear. They wouldn't touch those with a ten foot pole."

"No, they wouldn't," Mary Anne agreed with a laugh. "So that would be a good place... unless you WANT to destroy it."

"No way. I'm all about watching this again with you."

Mary Anne took the tape out of his hands and looked at it. "This is pretty old, though. Maybe we should make another."

He nodded in agreement. I really am the luckiest bastard in the world. "Now that's smart thinking."

"Well I am the brains in this relationship," she said, grinning cheekily.

Chad raised an eyebrow. "Are you now? Well, Ms. Brainiac, what are we gonna do for our next grand performance?"

She shrugged coyly. "Maybe we could play a game."

"What kind of game you thinking about?" Chad asked, mind racing with possibilities.

"I never told you this, but for my birthday one year Stacey got me this school girl costume..."

His eyes widened. "You're kidding."

"Seriously!" Mary Anne bounced off the bed and went to the closet, searching until she found the skimpy little uniform on its hanger. "See?"

Chad stared, mouth hanging wide open. "And you haven't told me this until now, why exactly?"

She shrugged, putting the costume away again. "I don't know... you're kind of sensitive about our age difference and I didn't know if you'd be into me playing a naughty school girl..."

What the fuck? "I'm not sensitive about it. Besides," He grinned. "I could play the P. E. teacher, and you could be the new girl who doesn't have a gym outfit yet. So I'm mean and I make you jump rope in your skirt."

Mary Anne's face heated up at the idea and she giggled. "Okay. We could probably do this next week when the girls are at Amy's slumber party."

Chad grinned foolishly, already counting down the minutes until then. "Great." He held his arms out to her and she settled into his lap.

"Until then... we could practice for the big show." Mary Anne's big dark eyes flashed excitedly.

Luckiest bastard in the world? Luckiest bastard in the universe more like. Chad met her halfway in a passionate kiss.

Continued in The Game!