A/N: John and Joss had sequestered themselves in Atlantic City, working on getting their groove back. Bad description, but I hope you will read anyway. You will also read snippets from some of the episodes. This is a follow up to the story Not Just Another Day – The Beginning of What? So you might want to read that one first. This is a tweaked repost of the original chapter, and picks up Tuesday morning, their 3rd day in AC. I do not own Person Of Interest….Enjoy!
Joss came out of the en suite bathroom in the penthouse. She had showered, lotioned, and dressed herself in one of the outfits (including panties and shoes) that John had selected and purchased for her, enough clothing and sundries to last her for the week with him at the Revel in Atlantic City. She glimpsed John in her peripheral vision then turned to face him. He was lying on his left side, facing away from her - sheets tangled at his waist, hair tousled from their lovemaking which had lasted all night and into the early morning.
John was slow, tender, and gentle with her last – probably due to the catharsis triggered by his playing piano for her. He was a skilled and passionate lover overall, and their love and desire for each other caused them both to experience highs that neither of them had known before. Their stay here at the Revel was spontaneous and this was the third day they were back together after a long and painful breakup in which Zoe Morgan figured prominently. Joss had moved on with a new man, but after 7 months apart, she found herself here, with John, the love of her life.
Totally unaware that he was being observed, John reached across the sheet, scratched his butt and snorted gently. Joss smiled. He was beautiful even when he was being gross. God she loved him.
Joss was exhausted, but she had errands she needed to run in the City. It was 9 am in Atlantic City. Rush hour was almost over so she could be there in about 2 hours. And it didn't look like John was going anywhere anytime soon., she chuckled. So precious he was. Her sexy vigilante, her man. She quietly approached the bed, leaned in and gently kissed his ear. Joss backed away and was headed to the bedroom door.
John had instinctively turned his head toward the kiss and spotted Joss, dressed, walking toward the door. He fully took her in, a look of genuine appreciation on his handsome face. The white silk romper he had selected and bought for her gleamed against her warm pecan colored skin. It was off her shoulders, its waist cinched with a thin belt. The rich fabric lightly skimmed across the fullness of her ample bottom, a bottom that twisted seductively as she walked. He called out to her, and she quickly turned to face him.
"Well good morning, Mr. Sleepyhead." Joss smiled brightly. "Did you say something?"
John lowered his eyelids and held out his hand to her. "Would you love me a little bit before you go?"
Joss remained where she stood, in silence. John raised his eyes and they stared each down as he lowered his hand, turning his big body toward her. "No," she finally said. "No?", he asked, crestfallen, suddenly panicking that maybe she had changed her mind about him. About them being together again. He knew he had hurt her more deeply than anyone ever had and he would spend the rest of his days making it up to her. And he hadn't had time to process Koss's reaction to his confessions from last night…sweet Lord.
Joss walked slowly toward the bed while slipping off her shoes. John could tell she was braless and looked at how the romper grazed the top of her beautiful breasts, full but perfect for such a tiny woman. His woman…he grinned…God he loved her.
"Joss?", he questioned.
"No, John.", she said emphatically. "For the past two and a half days, you have had me in this penthouse doing me like a crossword puzzle. This is the first day I have had clothes on since we got here the other morning. So no, John, I am not going to love you a little bit." Joss paused. " I am going to love you hard and long. I am going to love you from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. I love you, John. You are mine. I don't share and I don't want to hear that you have even thought about another woman, ever again."
John's smirk was on full blast. As Joss neared the bed, she began untying the straps from the top of the romper. It was long sleeved and it was the straps that held up the top, so when she untied them, the top dropped to her waist revealing her bare chest, dark nipples already erect. John gasped, sat up in the middle of the bed and untangled himself from the sheets.
Joss crawled onto the California king sized bed and leaned in, kissing John deeply, her tongue probing his mouth, hands in his hair. John returned the kiss, holding Joss tightly to his chest, reveling in the feel of her breasts crushed to his chest. When she finally pulled away, she grabbed John's hands and backed up until her feet were on the floor, yanking and pulling him toward her until he was face down on the bed, his body parallel to the headboard. She heard his startled chuckle. "Turn over", she commanded so that he was on his back, beautiful blue eyes looking up at her quizzically.
Joss slowly absorbed the sight of the beautiful naked body that had given her such pleasure these past few days and nights. Joss leaned over, putting her palms on either side of his face. Leaning in further, she again captured John's lips in a sizzling upside-down kiss that caused John's toes to curl.
"Yup", she said, her voice deepening with lust. "Head to toe." She planted butterfly kisses on his chin nose, cheeks, eyes, and forehead. Joss backed away just enough then parted John's hair down the middle with her fingers, after which she drove her tongue roughly back and forth through his scalp, pulling and parting his hair at the same time in different places.
John closed his eyes tightly and began to hum in pleasure. The heat of Joss' tongue, along with its pressure and wetness aroused him. Who knew?, he thought. He reached up to grasp her face to hold her to him…he wanted more. And she continued, slowly, until she had thoroughly laved every bit of the top of John's head, which was stinging deliciously from the hair pulls. But she eventually stopped her attentions, then seductively walked around to the foot of the bed.
John took in her nakedness. He tried to sit up to reach for her to pull her to him, but she pushed him back down on his back. "Nope, still my turn", she stated. "Don't touch me til I say you can, understood?" John swallowed, "Yes," he whispered. Eyes wide with anticipation.
Joss lifted his left leg from the ankle with her left hand, supporting its weight with her palm. With her right hand, she rubbed from his toes to his calf up to his knee, top and bottom. Locking eyes with John while dipping her head, she ran her tongue from his heel to the top of his toes, zigzagging across the sole of his foot then up under the back of his toes then across the top and down to his ankle. She licked under each toe, across the tip, then down to the top where she sucked two toes into her mouth, and when she finished licking, sucking and nibbling, she would cross over to the next two and start the sweet torture again. Watching him intently, she opened her mouth wide pressing her wet lips on the back of his toes then sucked all five of them into her hot mouth. Her tongue swirled as she pressed licked and sucked as if she were starving.
John had raised himself on his elbows, brows furrowed, watching. His belly fluttered and his dick twitched and he moaned loudly at not only the sensations that Joss produced but the sight of her sucking his toes greedily.
As she continued to lick and suck, John threw himself back into the pillows, arched his back, groaning loudly. He couldn't believe the sublime pleasure as this wasn't even his dick! No one had ever done this to him before and he didn't want it to end. Did she learn this from that bastard, Almeida? John wondered. He would find the bastard and kill him, for John didn't want to share the planet with any other man who knew what it was to have Joss's mouth like this.
Joss lowered his left foot. She lifted his right foot. "Even your toes are sexy", she murmured, before closing her mouth on his toes again, gently scoring then with her teeth.
"FUCK", John moaned. "Fuck, Jossy. My God, woman, oo-oo-oo-oh", hissing and growling between his teeth, panting. He raised himself again. "Come here", he ordered, his teeth gritted, eyes blazing sapphire, threatening her to stop yet wanting her to continue. She shook her head "no" while running her tongue between his big toe and its neighbor. The wiggle of her tongue as a result of the head movement had him fisting the sheets, twisting his body, head thrashing, cursing like the assassin he had been, eyes closed. Joss had to hold his foot tightly to keep him from pulling it away. John arched his back, his erection at full attention. "You like, baby? ", she asked sweetly. She then inserted his big toe into her mouth, then popped it out, replacing it with his pinky toe. "Oh fuck Y-E-A-H!", John shouted, eyes still closed in rapture.
She finally laid his leg down and crawled over him onto the bed on her hands and knees. Joss licked her lips then cupped her right breast, pulling at her nipple, pumping her hips slowly. She lowered her mouth to John's knee and after a quick wet lick, she raised her head to look at him again. When he no longer felt her mouth on him, John opened his eyes to find her deep brown orbs looking at him.
"Head to toe, John", she smlrked sexily. Head to toe", and she again lowered her head this time at his dick, which was standing proudly…
Joss entered the bathroom en suite in the penthouse suite at the Revel she was sharing with John, where she showered, lotioned, and dressed herself in another one of the outfits (including panties and shoes) that John had selected and purchased for her. This one was a taupe colored linen jumpsuit that crisscrossed dangerously low in the front, held up at its shoulders by twisted ropes, its belt twisted ropes as well. The jumpsuit's length was just below the knee and its back was non-existent and in a wide "u" that accentuated her bottom.
Joss opened the bathroom door and looked over at John, still spraddled in the sheets, on his back, arms and legs akimbo, hair even more tousled. She walked over, kissed his lips, and he snorted gently in response. She smiled. God I love you.
Joss was exhausted, but she had errands she needed to run in the City. It was Noon in Atlantic City—she figured she could be there in about 2 hours. And it didn't look like John was going anywhere anytime soon, she chuckled. So precious he was. Her sexy vigilante, her man. She quietly approached the bed, leaned in and gently kissed his ear. Joss backed away slowly, observing no movement in the bed this time.
Joss exited the bedroom and their suite and phoned the valet from the elevator to have the car ready. Sunglasses on (another present by the way), she was smiling as she strode through the lobby. Arriving at the valet, she tipped the attendant generously, then, still smiling, got in and roared off toward the Atlantic City Expressway.
It was a beautiful out, sunny, but hot. Hot, yeah, she thought, just like her man, John Reese. Their break up had been bad and lengthy and other than their near-death experiences, this was as close as they had come to losing each other permanently. She was encouraged by his break throughs the past few days. He had shared a great deal about his life, his upbringing. But they were insulated from the pressures of the City. Could she truly trust him for the long-term?
But she would move on from John, she showed him she would, as hard as it was. She hoped he understood that she would not put up with him jumping back into Zoe Morgan's bed under any circumstances. No excuses, no forgiving back behavior. Joss knew John and Zoe had had an arrangement, but it was over! No matter. Joss knew that Zoe had no qualms about sleeping with John, proposing "a little fun" every chance she got, even knowing that Joss and John were trying to build something solid with each other. Zoe would look for opportunities to see him, be with him.
Silly man. He honestly thought that Zoe didn't want him, just the sex. But Joss knew better from the beginning. Zoe had laid claim to him so many times, introducing herself as his wife, then that pink taser "gift", then that whole walking her home thing though Joss was the one with her life in possible danger. And what about Zoe dishing about her and John's sexcapades in graphic detail the night of the gala? And that isn't even mentioning that little audio sharing that Zoe did of her and John at it like wild dogs. Which Joss had yet to tell John about – a sharing that still rankled Joss severely. In spite of all that, Joss loved John deeply. But she was not prepared to have her heart broken by one more time.
Joss felt the tears well, then she shook her head and exhaled loudly to stop herself from going down this path, feeling the tightness and pain starting at her heart again.
She loved him. Unequivocally. Almost unconditionally. She loved being with him, near him, enjoying his presence, acting a goof ball just to coax out one of his beautiful smiles. She smiled weakly, then picked up the car phone and called the Revel. "Penthouse A please". The phone rang, and finally John answered sleepily, "Yes?"
"Hey, sweetness. I am on the road, but get your sexy ass into the shower. I am coming back for you - be outside in 30. And I am still driving this car", she smirked, hanging up before he could answer.
John whooped, pumping his fist into the air like a teenager who had just made the winning basket at a critical basketball game. He leaped out of bed, intending to be dressed and outside waiting for Joss in twenty. Joss. His woman. God he loved her. He almost lost her, due to his own stupidity, but he would never lose her again.
She saw him as she pulled up in front of the Revel 25 minutes later and she stopped the car right in front of where John was standing. He was gorgeous in a black linen long sleeved shirt with the sleeves pushed up and a pair of steel gray walking shorts. When Joss pulled up in front of him, John raced around to the driver's side and motioned with his hand for Joss to get out. She yelled through the window, "I told you I am driving", she said, annoyed. He motioned again, and she opened the door in a huff, prepared to ride shotgun, but before she could pass him, John trapped her in a steamy embrace against the now closed car door and he kissed her for all he worth. Joss stood dumbstruck. He moved her aside then opened the driver's door, motioning for her to get back in by bowing at the waist and giving a wide sweep of his arm as if he were Sir Walter Raleigh or a knight of the queen's court.
Joss giggled and hoppedback in, noticing the appreciative stares they were getting from onlookers. John closed her door, jogged around to the passenger side and hopped in. "Aren't you going to ask where we're going?", she asked. "Nope – as long as I am with you, I am fine", he answered, buckling his seat belt as Joss sped off.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed reading. Thanks to all the writers who kept my favorite couple of all time alive with new experiences and new lives. And thanks to all the readers, commenters, and followers that kept them motivated to keep writing. The next new chapter will pick up te morning after their return from their NYC outing. Please review. As always, hugs!