A/N: A third chapter. And I've increased the rating to T. Happiness for you readers. Enjoy.
Joss continued to stand against the door for several seconds, still trying to process what had just happened. He did it again. Fuck, he did it again! He caught her off guard, and kissed her. She could still taste the pie from his mouth in her own, and her lips tingled with the memory of how demanding yet gentle he was, how soft and moist his lips were. She tried to process the tingling feeling of excitement she felt, head to toe, like an electric feather being teased across her entire body, but most especially in her most secret place, a place she'd hidden herself from over the past few years in the pursuit of career and making sure she had single motherhood down pat.
She looked over at the coffee table where the remnants of John's meal still lay upon the plates: the sandwich crumbs, the unfinished pie, the leftover tea and ice cubes still in the glass. She could still see him, feel where he had been in her home, on her couch, the imprint of his body still where he'd left it in the red of her throw pillow. The TV continued to play the last innings of the baseball game he'd turned it to. She sighed, finally letting go of the breath she'd just realized she'd been holding.
"Okay, Joss. Go on and clean up that mess. Not sure what's gotten into John, but I have to put that out of my mind and work with this man. Yes, that's what has to happen. So, go on and clear his mess up."
As she approached the coffee table, she picked up his sandwich plate. She could see traces of lettuce leaves and trails of tomato juice, sticky and wet, along with a tiny piece of the fruit on the edge. She shook her head, and went to gather the other things, but before she could pick up the glass, the doorbell rang.
Who the hell could that be now? She hoped it wasn't somebody bringing a file to her house from work. This was her day off, and most of the jokers at the 8th knew that when it was her time off, she didn't want any homicide work coming her way. Those moments at home were far too precious. Besides, the time would come soon enough when she had to face the piles of files and stacks of paperwork just waiting for her to take a crack at them.
Joss went to answer the door, still holding the sandwich plate in her hand. And before she got a good look at just who it was she opened up to, a pair of strong arms clad in a white dress shirt swooped in and picked her up, capturing her lips in yet another kiss. Through the fuzziness of her brain, she could detect the sound of the door slamming in the background before she was spun around, her back finding itself against that very same door. The plate ended up on the floor, near the fake fern at the door.
Strong, male hands roamed across her body, from her back to her ass, to her thighs and back, and she moaned when his tongue once again penetrated her lips to seek out and suckle her own.
Joss could feel her resolve to deny John's potency slip away. She slid up and down higher, then lower while he sought new avenues, new angles to her body and mouth. But soon, she had to break the power; she had to breathe, but more than that, she had to look at him.
And what she saw stunned her. John's eyes, gorgeous in work and purpose, were absolutely hypnotic in lust. She studied his face. There was no smirk of humor, nor teasing countenance. Instead, the darkened green-grey eyes begged and coaxed, cajoled and dared her to follow his lead, to let him have his way with her. When she saw those eyes, those eyes of sex and desire, it was like looking at another man, entirely.
But she knew exactly who he was. She knew what he wanted. Perhaps she'd always known. There was always something crackling between them. She chalked it up to the normal thing that could happen between two single people who worked together as closely as they did. But she never thought anything would come of it. And while John could put a man in a chokehold and break his neck before he even saw him get up from his seat, she would have never in a million years considered that he'd haul off and kiss her as he had. And she certainly wouldn't have seen him come back to finish what he'd started.
But there he was, ravishing her mouth, pawing her breasts and ass, driving her crazy. She wouldn't question it. Questioning it would ruin everything. And dammit, it felt too good.
"Tell me, Joss," he murmured against her neck, and letting her feet drop back down to the floor. He didn't let her go, however, which was a good thing, since she didn't know if she could trust her legs to hold her up.
"T-tell you what?"
"Tell me what you like. You see, I can just look at you, hear your voice...and I go a little crazy...that's all it takes. But you, I don't know what you like. That's a mystery to me. And that shouldn't be. I want to be the cause, Joss. I want to be your pleasure. Tell me."
"Umm, well...you're doing...a pretty good job...of figuring that out on your own, John...oh wow...oh...I mean...I ain't picky about these...things...ohhhhhmmm..." Her voice trailed off in a thick cloud of desire and arousal that John's tongue and gentle nipping on her neck and lobe brought heavy and strong to the fore. The combination was doing things to her that she hadn't experienced in such a way as this since her first heady days of being her ex-husband's serious girlfriend. Too much work, too many cases, too many early mornings washing her son's clothes. Not nearly enough of this.
He had gently tilted her head to the side for better access, her inky black hair fingered out of the way. His hands gently coursed their way up and down her body, finding her back first, then, in taking the liberty as he would, her ass again, the fulsome backside more than enough for him to caress. She made no move to stop him. In fact, her body's wanton response was to press against his own arousal, the bulge in his pants alive and demanding. A slight groan escaped his lips mid-kiss, and his salt and pepper head slowed down as his eyes opened and found hers.
The look she saw was like nothing she'd ever really experienced with him. While he had had a habit of studying her face intensely during their work together, the fire in his eyes was never there as it was in that moment. She could see that a number of emotions were going on in those eyes then: desperation, need, determination. As she continued to weave slightly back and forth against him, his quickened breaths joined his eyes in telling her just what it was she was doing to him—and how little his control would keep in check the longer they stayed there like that.
"John..."
"Mmm hmm?" he murmured thickly.
"Do you think you'll be able to leave again without this happening between us?"
He shook his head with a grin, while his nostrils flared with the exertion breathing was suddenly causing him.
"No. No, dammit, I won't. So what, then, hmm? What are we gonna do about that, Detective?"
"Do you want to lead upstairs or should I?" she asked, wide-eyed, and almost as breathless as he was, the rise and fall of her breasts a wickedly tantalizing sight.
John leaned back, closed his eyes, and swallowed in a gulp of air before bending slightly to pick her up again like a little girl, with her legs and thighs straddling his back. He returned to her mouth like a frantic beast, his lips and tongue sliding here and there, over and over, his hands feverishly running up and down her body before getting tangled up in her hair. Her own hands pulled at his shirt buttons, which surprisingly, she managed to mostly get off him before he wiggled out of it completely. From there, she found the skin of his broad back, the muscles working in concert with his unfettered desire.
"I think I know the way, Detective."
That was the last time he spoke to her until they made it up to her bed.
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With shirts, pants, jeans, panties, boxers, and other clothing strewn across the floor from the hallway, and their love spent, the cop and the vigilante made room for one another, their gasping breaths and contented moans mingled together as the music of lovers will. John ran a hair through his hair and sighed heavily, both of them covered in a sheen of sweat despite the cool and comfort of Joss' bedroom.
"Wow...God...oh, wow. You are incredible, Detective. Just incredible," John panted.
"Yeah, mmm hmm," Joss joined in. "That was great, John...so great. Jesus..."
When she'd finally caught her breath, while they both silently recovered, she attempted small talk. No better subject than what he had been engaged with before things got all hot and heavy, she reasoned to herself.
"Hey, what did you do with your sandwiches, John?"
"I think they're still in the car. Won't be much good for eating now, in these temps."
"No," Joss said, her body entwined with his, under a light sheet, the soft artic air of the AC cooling the heat of their bodies now that the raging storm had passed.
"You want more? I can make more for you to take with you...or something else. Breakfast, maybe?"
John chuckled while stroking her hair, then kissed her lightly on the forehead. She lie halfway on top of his chest, halfway at his side. She in turn, ran her hand over the expanse of his chest, belly, and arm before linking her fingers with his. Her touch caused him to close his eyes and groan, the re-ignition of his arousal not far off.
"The day isn't over yet, Joss. Long time until breakfast. If I get a call from Finch, I'll have to go. Besides, won't Taylor be home soon?"
"Oh. Right. Finch. Of course, duty might call."
"And Taylor shouldn't see me here."
Of course. Normally, she would agree with him. But for some reason, at that moment, she didn't want to. Her sensibilities were shot. Her nerves were hypersensitive to his presence, her private space ravished yet content with his loving. She wasn't thinking of propriety. Indeed not.
"That's all right, John. He knows you. And I'm a grown woman."
"But you don't have a string of men coming in and out of this bedroom, do you? So that your boy can see them?"
Joss wrinkled her brow and looked up at him. "You listen in on all my phone calls, John. You know I don't."
Yes, he knew. Of course, he did. He just wanted her to tell him so, to confirm that she had picked him out of all the other men he also knew were affected by her, were attracted to her. Cal Beecher, especially. She had kept her fellow detective at arm's length, even though they had gone out on a few dates. But him, she never did that with. He had had the access. He was she had given a cool down in her backyard.
He was the man she had let into her bed, into her body, her desires. He wouldn't take such a rarefied privilege such as that for granted.
"I wouldn't have thought it mattered, who and what I do in my bedroom. Not to you, anyway." she said quietly.
John wasn't looking back at her. Instead, he lie flat on his back, facing the ceiling, his eyes closed, while his fingers continued to stroke her hair. At first, she thought he hadn't heard her, when he didn't respond immediately. But she was mistaken.
"After what just happened here between you and me, it does now. It damn well does."
She shuddered at his words. There was a certain thrill in hearing him say something like that. She wasn't sure why, with hardly any time to really process what happened that afternoon, and John wasn't giving her time to process it. At his pronouncement, he slowly turned over and topped her body again, the pair of them sinking down into the pillows, a soft moan escaping Joss' lips just as he captured them in yet another kiss. Another kiss full of promise, desire, and something she hadn't quite bargained for—possession. Yes, that was new for her. So far, it was more wonderful than she ever thought possible.
They would have to have that talk about their friendship. Certainly, they would. But not then. No, not then.
And Taylor wouldn't be home from basketball camp for another few hours yet.
A/N: So, we leave the two friends as they amplify that friendship. I must admit I sort of stole the idea of John's comeback from the film 'Something New.' Always liked that scene between Brian and Kenya (if you've seen it, you know the one). An inspired choice.
As always, I hope this little summer ditty has been fun and that your season has been going well. Stay tuned!
