A/N Thanks for the overwhelming response to the previous chapter. A lot of you enjoyed Reese's private time. I decided to do a follow up. I may or may not turn this into a fun series. Still not sure yet. Now we get a peek at what happens after Carter visits his apartment. Enjoy.


"Ughhhhhh." Her voice croaked in the silence, softly escaping her mouth. Her eyes slowly adjusted to the dark, and the soft light from the New York skyline gave slight illumination to her surroundings. She suddenly remembered that she wasn't home. Her legs swung over the side of the bed and her feet softly moved over the hardwood floor.

She stepped into the bathroom, reaching blindly for the light switch and found it. Her reflection in the large mirror is what she immediately saw. Her hair was tousled, her lipstick smeared over her lips and cheek, and her eyeliner …

She closed her eyes recalling her reason for coming here to John's place. It was forgotten almost as quickly as she'd gotten through his front door. She wanted to give him a piece of her mind for the embarrassing situation they found themselves in earlier. Breaking and entering was enough, but to be forced to hold onto each other for over an hour while listening to the sound of two strangers making love was unbearable. With each sound, each moan, and each thrust she wanted the earth to just open up and swallow them whole.

At first she thought their fumblings at the front door and in the hallway were just a light showing of affection, but then it progressed further. All she could do was grab onto John in horror and bury her head in his chest.

She almost couldn't bear looking at him while it went on. As the lovemaking got more aggressive she pulled on his clothing seeking some solace, some way to convince herself it wasn't happening. Then he's slid her arms around her too, pulling her closer.

She guessed it was his way of offering comfort and she had to admit, his embrace did feel good. She'd put her palms against his chest and when she finally looked up at him, she was shocked at the jolt of electricity that ran through her.

She came to vent about being forced into the situation and to tell him that it could never happen again, but somehow she hadn't gotten around to it. All she could think about was what was underneath that towel at his waist.

One touch and it would easily unravel, she found herself thinking.

It was obvious he'd just gotten out of the shower. His body was still damp, his hair wet. She couldn't stop herself from staring at his chest.

Her eyes travelled over her naked body.

The things he did.

The places he touched.

He revealed himself to be a man of unbridled passion.

She looked at her shoulder and saw a small bruise there. Her fingers touched it lightly and her eyes closed. His fingers had bit into her shoulder when she pressed her lips to his chest earlier. She'd licked at his skin, running her tongue over his chest and down to his belly. She'd found his weak spot just under his navel. When her tongue connected with the flesh there, he almost melted beneath the tiny muscle in her mouth that had the power to bring him to his knees.

Her gaze fell on her neck and she saw a bite mark. Her smile was wide and she bit her bottom lip. He'd been inside her then, and his face had been buried there, his teeth connecting to her flesh to the rhythm of every stroke. She'd moaned and ran her nails over his back. They'd both been lost in pure sensation as he pumped in and out of her.

She'd been pleased to find that as passionate as he was when he worked, he was even more so when he played.

And he sure had played well tonight.

His kisses had been consuming. He seemed to want to possess her. To claim her, to mark her, both figuratively and literally. Almost as if wanted to leave proof of their coupling. Reminders that 'John had been here'.

She rubbed her hands up and down her arms, her eyes fluttered closed. She remembered his touch, his mouth on hers…..his sweet, sweet tongue. Her body grew heated and she ran a finger over her bottom lip and her tongue flicked out against it, circling it.

She let out a long breath and her hands moved lower, travelling over her belly, then down between her legs. She palmed herself, opening her fingers to mover over her lips, forward and back. Earlier his fingers had moved inside her, slowly deliberately, with purpose and she'd gone wild as he took his time.

"Joss." He spoke her name in that rasping voice of his and everything inside came alive just then. She opened her eyes as he entered the bathroom. She hadn't heard him come in.

Their eyes locked in the mirror and he stood in the back of her. She felt heated as his eyes moved over her, followed by his large hands. His fingers moved over her nipples. His palms were soft over the tender flesh, then his fingers squeezed them, making them harden. She cried out as he bent his head, kissing her neck, running his tongue over her. His hands moved lower over her stomach.

Lower still.

Her knees grew weak as he circled her clit and he watched her face in the mirror, his eyes never leaving hers.

She was weak against him, but he held her firmly in his arms as he continued to massage her clit. He opened her legs wider and pushed a finger inside her.

"Oh, John." She said her mouth open, no other words coming out.

He whispered her name in her ear. His breath near her ear was hot, his tongue ran over it.

She was wet on his finger. Her knees grew weaker still, but he wouldn't let up. Instead he slipped another finger in and she felt this erection growing harder and harder against her back. He was warm on her.

"You're so soft, Joss. So soft…." He whispered and she felt his teeth on the nape of her neck.

"Oh God, John, please…."

He pulled his fingers out, massaging her clit, running his fingers over her opening then plunging them back in. Her head fell against his chest and her hand was on his, guiding his movement. She reached around to touch him, holding him in her hand, stroking him up and down. Her thumb circled the head. She heard him hiss and got satisfaction from the look of his eyes in the mirror.

"John…." She said his name again, dragging it over her tongue.

"What do you want, Joss?" He asked as he quickened the pace of his fingers inside her. He could feel her muscles tightening over them.

"I want you."

"What do you want, Joss?"

"I want you inside me. Now, John." She said.

"Touch your toes." He said. His hand was on her back and she bent slowly at the waist.

John slowly pushed himself inside her, sliding himself in steadily, to the hilt and he felt her shudder at his length and girth. Her knees buckled a little, but he held her as he began pumping into her at a controlled pace.

He hissed between his teeth as he pulled out slowly, and then quickly entered her again. He reached for her arms and pulled her up a little, now slowing down a bit, but continuing a steady pace that allowed him to plunge into her deeply, powerfully. His knees were bent and he held her between her his legs, making his strokes sharper and deeper.

Joss was mewling, so overcome with pleasure she could barely make a sound above a whimper. He held her by the shoulders and she reached around gripping his leg, her fingers digging into it.

"Come here. Come here, baby." He said eventually pulling her up by the waist and pulled her face toward his to crush her lips with his own. His tongue sought hers and she returned his passion with hers hands tightly gripping his neck.

He started pumping into her faster, one hand on her hip and the other massaging her clit. Joss was about to close her eyes when she caught him watching her in the mirror.

"You're beautiful, Joss." He said. "So beautiful." His voice was dripping with the desire he felt right now. He lifted one of her legs, pulling it around the back of his leg and Joss moved forward a little leaning on the sink. Her hand reached out and slammed against the wall as he started pumping faster.

She could hardly bare the feel of him inside her. Every feeling of passion and ecstasy passed over her face. And still he watched her. The look on her face spurred him on. He pushed further up inside her, going deeper, his mouth raking over the back of her neck, her shoulders, his eyes hooded and she pushed back at every thrust he made.

"Shit, John." She said hitting the wall again. "That's my spot."

Her head dropped backwards onto his shoulder again.

When he pulled out slowly the pushed back in forcefully, she was sure she would pass out. A few more times at the same brutal pace and she was sure she would break. He felt so strong insider her. So right, so long and thick and she squeezed him pulling him further in.

She was about to come. And so was he. She felt his fingers digging into her waist and his other hand massaged her clit. After a few more sharp strokes she pushed against the wall again, her hair falling over the sides of her face and she shuddered as she vibrated on his cock that he held tightly inside her, grinding into her, emptying himself dry.

She held onto the top of the sink for support, her arms were shaking. His hands were still at her waist, and thank goodness; she was sure she couldn't stand as yet. He gently pulled out of her, but he wasn't quite ready to let go of her as yet.

"You sure do have a healthy appetite John. Are you ever satisfied?" She asked, and he spun her round in his arms. She was smiling as he ran his hands over her thighs, her stomach. He was still making love to her even after they'd both reached orgasm. His lips were so soft, his hands so tender. She felt absolutely adored.

"Well honestly Joss….I've been missing the touch of a good woman. But I have a feeling that there's something special about you." His lips touched hers ever so softly.

"Oh really now?" She asked playfully running her palms over his cheeks and neck. "And just what is that?"

"You just keep me wanting more…..and more….and…more….." Each 'more' was emphasized with a kiss, first on her lips, her earlobe, then her neck. He took her by the hands leading her over to the shower.

"What are you doing?" She asked as he turned on the water, making it just right.

"I have a loofah with your name on it." The grin on his face was downright devilish as he pulled her under the warm stream with him.