A/N: For Meowser Clancy because I love her so much and she deserves endless stories upon her request :) This is set months after the 40s AU as Micah is around two months and Henry, Katherine and Ned's son is just about to be born. Enjoy! xx Mariah

Her hand moved up and down his forearm, the hair was such a strong contrast to her own smooth arms.

She poured herself into the pages, her fingers just grazing his arms, feeling him, enjoying his presence on this Sunday evening.

"Melinda," Jim whispered.
"Hmm?" Melinda looked up from her book with a pleasant smile.
"Katherine stopped by the car dealership. She is very pregnant," he added, pushing his glasses up his nose. "And ever so in love with the boy."
"That's nice," she hummed as she turned to scratching his arm slightly, knowing just how much he liked it. "She should be having the baby any day now."
"Speaking of children, how was Micah today? Not too much to handle I hope?" He asked, readjusting himself as she stopped moving her hand, and moved it to his thigh.
"He was very calm," she replied with a slight chuckle. "We took a walk around the neighborhood."
"I'm sorry I wasn't able to come home for lunch," he sighed. "I was helping teach Ned how to crunch numbers after he came back from being with Katherine."
"That was nice of you," she smiled. "You're so good with Ned, I'm glad he has you to help him. And you needn't worry about Micah. He is such a good baby, not too fussy unless he's hungry like his daddy. I'm glad he's not as needy as Katie was because I don't have the energy anymore."

She let the book fall closed, it made an exhausted sound, like a padded door shutting.

He touched her face softly, pressing a kiss to her cheek as she rubbed his leg smoothly before smiling at him.

"I'm going to go check on him," she whispered, palming him subtly before kissing his cheek and standing up.
"Mel," he gasped, feeling his pants tighten even more than they already were. "You're torturing me."
"It's about time you gave in," she laughed, meeting him halfway with his gesture, letting his hands roam over her. "You needn't not worry that I can't feel when you're arouse. I most certainly can."
"You should start coming by for lunches like Katherine does with Ned." He gasped.
"Let's not talk about our daughter during foreplay," she whispered, raising her brow. "Got it?"
"Got it," he lifted her up effortlessly, and brought her to the bedroom.

He crossed the house in no time, even peeked in to see a peacefully sleeping Micah.

He laid her down on the bed softly, pressing a kiss to her lips softly before going to unbutton her blouse.

"I don't think I've ever told you how much I adore this blouse on you." He said softly. "However, I do enjoy it much more when I can take it off."

She laughed as he pulled it from her, his mouth going to press a kiss to both of her breasts, which were encased in her brassiere that he removed swiftly next.

There was a softness about her that hadn't been there since just after Katherine was born. Her breasts were a bit heavier and there was a curve to her stomach. New stretch marks adorned her stomach and the inside of her thighs, which he knew she wished could be gone, but placed a kiss to each one.

"You enjoying yourself down there?" She gasped as his fingers traced over the hem of her panties from under her skirt.
"Very much so," he chuckled and pressed a kiss to her thigh.

He furrowed his fingers where he knew that despite the impulsiveness of this moment, she'd be warm and waiting for him. Eighteen years and two children later, she's still his, and he knows exactly how to touch her.

Her short fingernails pressed into his shoulders as she winds her arms around his neck to pull him up to her the rest of the way. She sighed into his mouth when he slipped his tongue between her teeth and probed his fingers between her soft folds.

He caressed her languidly while his tongue massaged hers, and she thrusted her hips upward when his fingertip ghosted over the hood of her center without applying any pressure at all.

"Jim," she gasped quietly, hearing a baby sigh softly. "We need to be quiet, he's right there."
"Yes, quiet." He reminded himself, finding her neck quickly and marking her. "We'll be quiet."

He smirked at her while trailing his fingers up again, finding the bud, and pressing in as he rose his mouth to the corner of her jaw. He felt her pulse flutter wildly as his lips roamed the muscles and hollows of her throat, and the tiny, soft grunt she uttered made him chuckle.

He sucked the thin skin above the notch in her collarbones between his teeth delicately before kissing back up her throat and peppering her cheeks and eyelids with kisses.

"How can you possibly find me attractive when I am so out of shape?" She gasped.
"I will always want you," he said, his finger still dipping inside her and spreading her. "No matter what you look like, or how big or small you are... you will always be perfect and beautiful in my eyes."

The rocking motion of his hand seemed to silence whatever reluctance she may have had with her body and bucked against him. Her kiss was desperate and urgent, perhaps to make up for the slow pace of his work between her thighs, or maybe to convince him to move faster.

"James, please," she finally grunted against his mouth when her squirming hips and quiet mewls had no effect on him, except to make him throb that much more.
"Please what, Melinda?" He whispered in her ear before nibbling her earlobe between his teeth. She tried to suppress the growl bubbling up in her throat in the interest of discretion, but the slight rise in her voice egged him on further.
"Make love to me," she pleaded as he wiggled her skirt down her hips.

Once he had her skirt off, they met in a familiar choreography, hands and lips dancing in a frenzied pattern of caresses and kisses.

It had been too long.

"Anything for my wife," he whispered as he tongued her neck, palming her bare breast gently. It was sore and full of milk.

He shred his pants and tie, quickly removing his boxer briefs and wasted no time pushing into her, finding a perfect pace.

She wanted it, and she wanted it hard, and he gave it to her, driving into her with relentless, punishing thrusts. She tried not to scream out, to not shatter the few minutes of reprieve they had found.

Finally, Melinda surged upward and sealed her lips over his as they rocked together unyieldingly.

He completed her world in a matter of minutes and she sent him crashing over the edge. When they stilled, she pulled her lips away with a grin. He curled his fingers around her hips and pulled her on top of him, keeping her pressed against his chest, smiling back at her as he pushed a few strands of loose hair back behind her ear.

"I missed this," she said breathlessly.
"As did I," he responded, cupping her ass as he slipped out of her.
"Mmm," she moaned as she kissed him again. "I should go wake Micah up for a feeding, so he isn't up all night."
"Can I have a feeding too so I am not up all night thinking about it?" He asked.
"Yes sir," she laughed as a disgruntled, piercing cry made her get up a little quicker. "I'll be right back."

She pulled on her robe and smiled at her.

"I'm a statue," he smirked as he settled his arms above his head.
"You're so dumb," she laughed as she shut the door behind him.