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A/N: Thanks to a new beta for me, Destiny Brighthope. Any errors left are mine. This little drabble set in the Vegas universe just popped into my head. Future chapters will be M, so if that's not your thing don't start reading ;-)
Punch, punch, jab. Jennifer kept the nunchuck and the Wii remote held tightly in her hands. Jab, jab, punch. Her opponent, who had crazy brown hair and stubble on his face, was taking a beating.
"I've got eight bodies in three months and I don't like it when the lead coroner on my case gets replaced by somebody who doesn't look old enough to be in medical school," Jennifer said, repeating the words of the obnoxious detective. "Like I never heard that before."
The physician was working up a sweat with the Wii boxing match she'd been playing for the last half hour. She got home, pulled off her work clothing, cleaned off the excessive make-up she wore to look older and yanked on a pair of baggy shorts and an oversized t-shirt lying around the bedroom. Anger at the attitude of one Detective John Sheppard from the Las Vegas Police Department sent her into a boxing rage. Normally she enjoyed playing more cerebral games, but this was a good outlet for her pent up stress caused by anger, confusion and fear.
The music in her ear buds was blasting The Offspring so loud she couldn't hear anything. The physician screamed and dropped the remotes when two arms encircled her waist and lips captured her neck in an open-mouthed kiss.
"Hmm… salty," her surprise visitor mumbled near her ear.
"You… you scared…" She stopped stammering after pulling her ear buds out as his mouth continued its onslaught on her neck and earlobe. Melting back against the strong chest behind her, the fear and confusion she felt drifted to the back of her mind. He's home.
Squirming as his lips sealed over a spot at the juncture of her neck and shoulder to suck longer than necessary, she said, "Noooo. Stop, I hate wearing turtlenecks to work. It's too hot."
"Gotta mark my territory. Heard you met Detective Ladies' Man today?" her husband grumbled.
"Hmph. That jerk. He's why I'm working up a sweat at 9 o'clock at night," Jennifer said, turning in Rodney's arms to press her lips to his. Seeing the crisp black shirt under his black jacket caused her to run her hands up and down his chest and grind her hips against him as she kissed him passionately. The fact that her husband insisted on wearing a suit to work each day on Earth made her pulse race because he looked hot in them.
"And looking hot in my t-shirt," Rodney said, sliding his hands down her back and over her firm backside to hold her close. "My shorts too," he growled as his lips descended to continue kissing her neck.
Her hands pulled her husband's head up so she could kiss him with a ferocity that bespoke the swirl of emotions inside her. After two years of marriage, the McKays still turned each other on as much as when they first fell in love and Jennifer was in great need of her husband, her favorite stress reliever, this evening.
Feeling her body being pushed backwards toward the stairs leading to their bedroom, Jennifer moaned and wrapped her legs around her husband's waist.
"Screw the bed," Rodney mumbled under the onslaught of his wife's lips now on his neck. "Downstairs shower is closer."
TBC
A/N: Next chapter will be M-rated so put this on Alert if you want to keep reading. If not, thanks for reading.