Coming Around Again
Amanda was wandering around her house aimlessly with the feather duster, mindlessly dusting here and there, but not really paying attention to what she was doing. Her plan for this week with the boys in summer camp and her mother off visiting Aunt Minnie in Maine had been simple, catch up on some much needed housework without anyone to get in her way, but as they said, the best-laid plans... All that had happened is that every time she began on a project, her mind would begin to wander, not to where you'd expect; to what her children were doing at camp, if they were having fun or even missing them as you would think a devoted mother such as herself should. Nope...today her thoughts were totally on Lee Stetson and his mission in Europe...his zero contact mission. Oh, the fight they'd had about it just before he'd left too when she'd asked him where he was going and why she couldn't know since she was his partner. That had started a whole new argument about whether they WERE partners. That was plaguing her mind more than worrying about her boys.
No, she was definitely not the June Cleaver-type mother who worried every second that her precious babies were not in her presence. That she loved her children with all her heart was not in question, but she knew that the camp they were at took good care of them and that they would return to her safely just as they had every year before. She knew there were good people there to ensure that. What worried her more was that Lee would return safely to her, which of course was silly because he'd made it clear that for all their work "dates" they were not involved. So, why couldn't she stop thinking about him? Those beautiful expressive eyes? The dimpled boyish smile that made her melt? The way he'd kissed her when they'd been undercover. Just the thought of it made her shiver a bit.
She was pulled abruptly from her reverie by the ringing of the doorbell. "Huh, I wonder who that could be," she mused aloud as she dropped the duster onto the coffee table, hurried across the staircase landing and to the front door and her eyes widened in shock when she saw who was on the other side of it. "Wh-wh-" Shaking her head and regaining her composure, she stated, "Well, you're about the last person I expected to be standing on my front steps," as she folded her arms across her chest.
"Sorry," he said sheepishly. "Can I at least come in?"
She sighed an ushered him in, closing the door behind him. "You know, a phone call to let me know you were coming might have been nice, especially since the last I knew you were going to be out of the country for another month."
"Again, sorry, but I...uh...I just got off the plane and I-I wanted to see you. The last time was talked, we didn't exactly part on the best of terms and I felt- Look, I haven't even been to the office to check in yet if it tells you how important it was that I talk to you again...seeyou again."
"Well, you've seen me. Is that all?" She wasn't quite ready to cave in just yet.
"Amanda, come on. You know that I didn't mean the things I said. You know me better than that."
"Do I? Hmmm...I'm not so sure I do."
He reached for her hands holding both of them in his. "Look, all I know is that all I could think about is that last fight we had. Can't we at least talk about it?"
"Where was your desire to talk about things before," she asked in a softer tone. She had to admit that he was getting to her a bit. "We were supposed to be partners and you..."
"Amanda, I miss you..."
She pulled away and turned her back on him trying not to let her feelings get the better of her. "Don't."
Coming up behind her, he placed his hands on her shoulders and turned her to face him. "What is it really? You're not still seeing that weatherman, are you? That Dave?
"Dean and no...I broke up with him months ago, not that that's any of your business."
The fiery, challenging look in her eyes that he knew all too well became too much for him just then and without another word, he pulled her to him and captured her mouth with his own in a fierce kiss. He cupped her bottom in his hands just as hers snaked around his neck and pulled him in deeper, giving in as she opened her mouth under his and sighed at the contact. He took this as all the invitation he needed as he reached for the hem of her pink Georgetown sweatshirt, tugging on it, and breaking their kiss long enough to pant, "Did I ever tell you how adorable you look in these?" as he yanked it over her head along with the tee she wore under it.
"Shh..." She placed a finger to his lips as she began to work loose the buttons on his shirt and once completed with her task pushed the shirt from his shoulders then ran her hands up his chest. "Don't talk...just touch me."
He complied with her request, skimming his hands down to the waistband of her jeans as he knelt in front of her to undo them, then yanked them down her long slender legs as she toed off her sneakers to allow him to pull them all the way off. He then ran long languorous kisses up the inside of each thigh, then place a tender kiss to each hip, ran his fingers lightly along her flat stomach where just the faintest hint of where she'd carried the boys remained. He paused there as if marveling for just a moment that she'd carried two lives inside her before parted her thighs slightly and lowered his mouth to her center.
Amanda gasped at the intimate touch, clasping his head to her as he began to increase the pace and cried out when he slipped one finger inside her and began to stroke her, the dual sensations driving her closer to the edge more quickly than she'd imagined. It had been so long since she'd been touched in that way. 'YES!" she cried and closed her eyes as she felt her knees begin to buckle but before she could fall, she felt herself being lowered to the carpeted steps between the foyer and the den.
Her eyes fluttered open to find him above her unzipping his pants and moving toward her, but he hesitated for just a moment before proceeding. "Are you sure?" He asked.
"Please," she begged him. "Just this once. I'm not looking for forever."
He nodded and moved toward her, dropping his pants as he lay atop her. He took one of her hands in his and used the other to guide himself into her both letting out soft moans as the connection was made between them. She hooked one leg behind him and used it to pull him in deeper.
"Don't stop there," she pleaded as she lowered her free hand to grip his rear.
"Amanda," he groaned as withdrew from her and pushed into her again harder and again.
"Yes," she hissed. "Yes!' She clung to him tightly urging him to keep up the fast pace as they moved together pushing each other over the edge until they were both lying spent and breathing heavily in the aftermath.
"Ohhh," he let out a groan and he rolled off of her and away from her as much as he could in the tight space while he tried to think straight again. "You know..." He gasped through shallow breaths. "this...this isn't what I...I had in mind when I...I came here..."
Amanda couldn't help giggling at his choice of words. "Well, this isn't the first time you "came" here," she quipped. "...right in this very spot."
"The night Jamie was conceived," Joe King shook his head and laughed with her. "But seriously, we do need to have a talk about how we're going to handle my time with the boys when I'm in the US."
A/N: This one comes from an unfilmed scene in TWWH home in which Amanda tells Prescott that Joe had been back to the states once in the past 2 years meaning that at some point since meeting Lee, he would have returned, but since Lee had never met him, I thought the perfect time frame for that to have happened would be the summer of '84 when Lee was in Europe without Amanda.
