A/N: I'm so glad they acknowledged Melinda's grandma in this episode. I also loved how the twins knew how the other was feeling and would say similar things even though one of them were dead. That was definitely a cool aspect. Enjoy! xx Mariah
Jim and Melinda stood there by the lake just examining the night sky. Grandview's night sky was phenomenal compared to New York City's hazed and cloudy mess. The matte charcoal black sky was uncontrollably covered in thousands and millions of bright specks.
Melinda loved that she could see star, after star, after star, a never-ending void of light that projects beautifully over the surface of the lake. She'd envied people that could read them. The complicated configurations and patterns of light which had taken years to even be seen by the average naked eye. Below, the blacked out hillside can just be seen by the happily married couple, its roughness and texture now one clean flat shape, dissolving down into the dewy grass and the deep waters below.
Melinda leaned into her husband's embrace, her head on his shoulder. "What time is it?" She asked looking up at him slightly.
"It's a little after midnight... why?" Jim replied, peering at his watch.
She smiled, and the tears in her eyes again to fall. "Happy birthday grandma," she whispered to the night sky.
"Are you sure you don't want to visit her grave?" He asked as he kissed her forehead.
"It's too far away," she replied. "You're the sweetest for suggesting we go. Maybe next year, but for now let's go home. I need to get out of this dress."
"We don't have to go home for you to get out of that dress," he laughed and guided her back to her Jeep.
"I think I'll wait until we get home," she warned him, smirking. "Don't try anything if you want to do the honors when we're there."
"Yes ma'am," he said and opened her door for her.
She swiftly got inside and buckled herself in. "What?" She asked, after seeing he's still standing there.
"Nothing," he replied and smiled at her. "Just in awe of you."
Jim lowered his face to her and their lips met, the moment was perfect. He placed his hand on her jaw and drew her closer, deepening the kiss for only a moment before shifting backward to close the door and go over to the driver's side. He looked at her as he turned the car on, his eyes glistening in the darkness. She emitted a tiny gasp when she noted the familiar glaze over in his eyes. It was like she just enchanted him, ensnaring him with her gaze. She pulled her hair from the long ponytail, her hair fell over her shoulders and she rested her hand on top of his.
She squirmed with desire from her seat and then the scent of his new cologne drifts past her nose, a scent she's quickly becoming addicted to. A tingling sensation disrupted her ruse and the tables turned. She was now caught in his web and this game of desire was intoxicating.
"How long is the drive from here until home?" She asked, squeezing his hand slightly.
"About an hour," he said and pulled onto the highway. "But there's a hotel up the road about a bit."
"Let's go and get a room," she smiled and squeezed his hand. "We can drive home in the morning."
He chuckled as he nodded and turned right a few moments later, parking in front of the hotel. He came out with a set of room keys a few seconds later. They found a parking spot and went up to the room.
He opened her door for her. "Your castle awaits," he joked and pressed a kiss to the top of her hand.
His hand reached under her hair below her ear, his thumb caressed her cheek. Suddenly she saw him, his eyes revealed more than his words could express. Her heart fluttered as he drew her to his lips and gave her a passionate kiss.
"Whoa, where did that come from?" She gasped breathlessly.
They'd been married for three weeks and kisses like that were somewhat hard to come by during their busy day-to-day lives now. Between Jim's work schedule, Melinda's store and her ghost-busting, they were lucky if they could exchange two words with each other, but they made time.
"I've got more where that came from." He whispered in her ear and pulled her toward the bed.
"Cornball," she teased as she pulled off her heels as he fell back on the king-sized bed.
He shrugged off his suit jacket, throwing it on the floor as he pulled his belt from his slacks. Jim hadn't changed much in the years they'd been together. He was a paramedic and part-time fireman and the work of saving people's lives kept him bulky and strong. Lately, she found herself admiring him more than usual, either with her eyes or her hands or even her mouth.
Her husband was very handsome in everyday life, but in a suit he made her knees go weak. Especially when he was undressing from a suit. He looked even better sometimes in just his uniform, a fact that was also not lost on some of his patients and co-workers. His black hair and deep blue eyes were a contrast to Melinda's complexion, brown eyes, and dark colored hair. They made an attractive couple and it was in moments like these when Melinda could relax enough to appreciate this fact.
"Do you remember the road trip we took to that music festival up in Pennsylvania when we were dating? We got that RV with some guy Andrea was dating, Andrea, Matt, and Gina?" She recounted as she walked toward him, watching him pull off his shoes.
"Yeah, it was supposed to have a pull-out couch and two bedrooms in the back, but they ended up overbooking, so we had to cram into a tight little RV with only the one bed in the back and a pull-out couch," he smiled at the memory, tossing his shoes off to the right.
She stopped and leaned down to him, feeling his arms wrap around her and pull her flush against him. "I wanted you so badly," she whispered in his ear.
He groaned and moved his hands down her waist and over her ass. "We couldn't get any privacy all weekend. Remember what we did?" He said as he rained kisses on her neck, nipping at her skin.
Melinda swayed her hips against his, remembering the sultry air, the loud music and the people dancing up and down. "There were bonfires everywhere and we were trying to find some privacy, so we ended up in between some trees. That was one of the best nights of my life." She laughed.
"I'll second that. I think that was the first time we had sex without a condom," Jim chuckled, the humor a contrast to the heat that was blazing up between them.
When she looked down at him, her laugh caught in her chest. "Really?"
"I said I think. That weekend is really fuzzy from all the drinking," he said simply, moving up to kiss her, tasting wine on her lips.
She wound her arms around his neck and strained against him, seeking relief from the painful throbbing that was building between her thighs. His hands ran up the length of her sides, causing her to sigh against his lips.
He broke off suddenly, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes as his fingers pulled down her dress and she kicked it off once it was around her ankles. He laid her back on the bed, tugging her panties down over her firm, shapely legs. Without warning, he spread her legs and flicked his tongue over her, causing her to moan loudly and buck her hips against him.
"Eager much?" She gasped as she pulled on his hair.
He pulled back, looking at her with the kind of look a hunter gives his prey. "You have no idea," he returned his attention to her, ravishing her with his lips and tongue.
Running her hands through his hair, she tugged when he sucked at her, causing her legs to shake below her. He placed one of her legs over his shoulder to gain greater access and greedily ran his tongue over her center, saying her name against her so the vibration reached all the way up to her cheekbones. She panted when he slipped his fingers inside of her, the rhythm he knew so well causing her to climb. In embarrassingly short order, she exploded around his fingers and mouth, her muscles clenching and fluttering.
The air filled with the sounds of her pleasure and before she could finish, she grabbed his tie and pulled him to her face and kissed him.
"I love you," he whispered against her jaw, her fingers undoing his tie.
"I love you too," she smiled up at him.
"I have an idea, but you have to be up for it." He chuckled, his mouth sucking against her neck.
"What?" She moaned and pulled it loose.
"This... I'm going to use this," he said and places her hands against the headboard and tied them there with his tie. "What do you think?"
"It's certainly an idea," she chuckled and pulled on it to test its strength. "Let's go with it... I'll let you know if I don't like it."
Jim rose to his feet, pulling the button open on his pants and kicking them off. He pushed off his boxers and opened his dress shirt, shrugging it off his shoulder before leaning down against her. Lifting her off the bed so that her back was perched off the bed, he entered her and she called out his name. He kissed her and flooded her mouth with the taste of herself, a flavor she hadn't tasted in a while.
"You feel so good," he growled, pulling down the straps of her bra, slowing his pace to suck on her breasts. "Do you like the tie?"
"It's different," she gasped, pulling on the strength of the knot slightly again. "I like it when I get to touch you."
When he'd sucked on both breasts until their tips were standing at rigid attention, he brought his mouth up to kiss her again, smiling. "I like it when you touch me too," he breathed and pressed his hips into her, his legs quivering from the exertion. "Do you want me to untie your hands?"
Melinda ran her lips over his neck, her breath exploding from her as she neared another orgasm. "No, don't, I like it." She cried out.
They came together, his teeth slightly clamping down on her shoulder as she threw her head back with an abandon she hadn't felt since their wedding.
"Jim, god, yes!" She shouted as he shuddered, emptying the last of his orgasm inside of her.
Leaning against her for a moment to catch his breath, he let her legs slide gently down over him until her feet were sprawled around him. He reached for his boxers and pulled them back on as he plopped down next to her as he undid the tie, letting her hands come down from where he'd secured them.
"So you liked it?"
"Yeah, but... I wouldn't do it again," she whispered against his sticky neck. "As I said, I like touching you."
"You'll get no arguments about letting you touch me here," he said, pulling her to his chest before releasing her to kiss her.
"I love you," she practically purred as her hands roamed beneath the elastic of his boxers, fondling him gently. "God, I love him too."
"Cornball," he chuckled and kissed her neck.
