Mary woke up slowly, groggily raising her head up from the pillow. A strange sound was coming from the kitchen, a sound that closely resembled…sizzling?

What the hell? she thought. She crawled out of the bed, absently throwing on her disguarded shirt from the night before, and padded into the kitchen. There she was met with one of the funniest sights she had ever encountered.

John Constantine, her husband, was cooking.

Mary rested a hand against her mouth, trying to stifle the loud giggles that were threatening to spill out. Constantine, his back turned towards her, was frying what smelt like bacon in one pan and poking at something with a wooden spoon in the other pan. All this, plus the fact that he was shirtless and how he kept scratching the back of his head in a rather dumbfounding way, was quite a hilarious sight, indeed.

Constantine turned suddenly, wooden spoon still in hand. His handsome features softened when they rested on Mary.

"Morning," he said pleasantly. Mary smiled.

"Good morning," she responded while walking closer to him. Giving him a quick kiss, she peered behind him.

"What are you doing?" Mary asked curiously.

"Making you breakfast," Constantine said proudly. He raised an eyebrow. "Did you already forget what day it is?" Mary thought for a moment, then, realizing what he meant, she blushed.

"John," she gushed, throwing her arms around his neck. Constantine grinned.

"Happy birthday, Mary," he said warmly, kissing her. He pulled away and held out a chair for her. "Have a seat."

Mary sat down, grinning up at Constantine. I can't believe he did this for me, she thought. He's so thoughtful and sweet and kind…

"Oh my God," Mary cried. She had just taken a bite from the breakfast Constantine had made her. "This is incredible! I didn't know you could cook!"

Constantine sat in the chair next to her, shrugging. "What?" he asked smugly. "I can't have layers?" Mary only giggled, taking another bite of her breakfast as he watched her.

"Father Isaac called when you were asleep," he said as she finished the last bite.

"Oh?" she said, wiping her mouth. "Everything alright?"

"Don't know," Constantine answered. "He just said he needed to talk to me."

"Is Garret going with you?" Mary asked.

Garret Webster was Constantine's self proclaimed apprentice. One day, the kid just started following him around, offering rides and help with the everyday exorcisms and blessings that Constantine performed. At first, Constantine had been annoyed, but, with Mary's urgings, had reluctantly taken the young boy under his wing.

"Yeah," Constantine said. "He'll be here soon."

"Soon?" Mary repeated with a smile. She raised her eyebrows suggestively. Constantine's stomach clenched as he felt the familiar straining in his pants.

"Ten minutes," he said, his voice an octave lower than normal.

"Plenty of time," she said, already struggling out of her long t-shirt. Constantine began working at his pants.

Wretched pants out of the way, Mary sat on his lap, her legs dangling on each side, as they kissed. It wasn't like the gentle, loving kisses they were used to sharing; it was harsh, almost as if one was trying to suck the soul out of the other.

Constantine lifted Mary so her breasts her at his eye level. He pressed her warm, naked body against his own as he suckled. Mary raked her fingers through his hair, moaning loudly when she felt his two of his fingers slip inside of her. He arched them to hit her soft spot.

"Oh," she breathed softly, resting her cheek against the top of Constantine's head. She sighed when he switched to lavish attention to her other breast, and then she cried aloud when his thumb rubbed against her throbbing clit. She unknowingly began moving her hips in tune with Constantine's thrusting fingers.

Deciding that enough was enough, Constantine withdrew his fingers. Mary's whimpered protest quickly turned into a throaty groan when Constantine's engorged erection filled her in their place.

Nothing can compare to this, she thought hazily as she braced herself on her husband's shoulders, pushing up and then slamming back down on him again.

"Fuck," Constantine moaned, holding her against him. He angled his hips, desperately trying to sink further into her. Each time Mary rose above him, he grabbed her waist and brought her down harder onto his lap.

"John," Mary cried as she climaxed. She arched her back, her long, unruly hair brushing against Constantine's knees. Her breasts were thrust out, simply begging to be touched, which Constantine did. He rubbed Mary's nipple, still somewhat thrusting into her as her inner muscles danced all around him, bringing him to his own release.

"Fuck," he moaned for the second time. He leaned back helplessly against the chair, waiting for Mary to come back to herself.

She straightened her back, smiling at Constantine, and gently kissed his closed mouth.

"Happy birthday," he said, holding her against him.

"So far the best birthday I've ever had," Mary replied honestly. She hugged him, relishing the feel of his naked body against hers, the feel of him still buried deep inside her.

Constantine smiled gently, weaving his fingers into her hair as he kissed her forehead. Mary sighed.

"I love you, John," she said, squeezing him.

"I love you more," he said automatically. Mary reached up to kiss him again, but a knock on the door ruined the moment.

"Damn," Constantine said regretfully. "Garret." Mary nodded sympathetically, kissing his cheek as she disengaged herself from him. Both groaned softly at the lack of contact.

"Later," he whispered a promise.

"Later," she echoed. Smiling once more, she began looking for her shirt. Constantine watched for a moment before he unwillingly pulled up his pants. Making sure Mary was somewhat clothed, he opened the door, revealing a very cheery Garret.

"Morning!" he said, pushing past Constantine into the kitchen. He held a bouquet of flowers in his hand. He handed them to Mary.

"Happy birthday!" he said grinning. Mary smiled back.

"Thank you, Garret," she said graciously. She bent down to smell them. "Hmm, roses."

"I didn't know what kind to get," Garret admitted. "But every girl likes roses, right? So I figured I couldn't go wrong there."

Mary smiled again, watching Constantine button his shirt out of the corner of her eye. "Well, this girl certainly likes them. Thank you, again. They're lovely."

Garret smiled proudly. He turned to Constantine. "So what's the plan for today, boss?"

Constantine rolled his eyes at the nickname "boss", but let it pass. "Father Isaac wants to see me. We'll see when we get there." He began tying his tie.

Mary walked over to him. "Let me," she said, taking hold of the loose tie. She tied it quickly, leaving it a bit slackened, the way Constantine liked it.

"Promise me you'll be careful?" she asked. Constantine's eyes softened.

"Have I ever led you to believe that I wasn't careful?" he said. Mary's eyes narrowed.

"Should I answer that, or just glare?"

Constantine chuckled. He kissed her lightly. "Alright, I promise."

"I'll take good care of him, Mary," Garret put in.

"Thanks, Garret," she said. "It's good to know that he has you watching his back." She turned back to her husband.

"I'll be back soon," he promised, "and we'll have another celebration."

"I'm counting on it," Mary said softly, the tone of her voice implying what she couldn't say aloud. Constantine's eyes darkened.

"I'll be back soon," he repeated. He kissed Mary. "Happy birthday, sweetheart." He pulled away, motioning for Garret to follow.

"Bye Mary!" Garret called as he shut the door behind them. Mary waved brightly, sighing once the door had been slammed.

Please be careful, John, she thought.

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