#3 - The blocks
''Have fun, Jack!'' Anna waved to her son. ''And be good for your Uncle Robert and Aunt Cora!''
''We'll be all right, don't worry,'' Robert reassured her, while fastening his 3 year-old godson into his seat. His granddaughter Sybbie was having a birthday party at Downton Abbey for her little friends, and Jack had been invited to join in the celebration. ''I'll bring him back around 7, if that's all right with you?''
''Just bring him back in one piece, Rob,'' John joked, appearing by the door. He wrapped his arm around Anna's waist and pulled her closer to him. He had practically begged Robert to come and pick their son up, so he and Anna could have some alone time, or as Robert preferred to say, some ''sexy time.'' They both loved their little boy with all their hearts, but sometimes enough was enough. They hadn't made love for the last three weeks. First it had been Jack who was sick, then Anna, and just when John had thought he had managed to avoid it, he had come down with whatever his wife and son had had.
''Very funny, John.'' Robert rolled his eyes, closing the car door and walking to his side of the vehicle. ''Bye, then. Have fun!'' he smirked, before he drove away.
''Is he gone?'' John asked, still waving after the car.
''Keep waving, John,'' Anna replied, and continued waving until the car had turned right at the corner and disappeared from view. ''OK...they're gone!''
''Come on!'' John turned around and practically pushed her into the cottage. ''Finally!'' He closed the door behind them and in the next moment pushed Anna up against it, his lips covering hers in uncontrolled hunger.
''I've...missed...you...so...much!'' he managed to say between kisses, while his hands roamed up and down her body.
''I've missed you, too. You have no idea how much,'' she moaned, locking her hands around his head, pulling him closer to her. She had missed him terribly these past weeks. Sure, they had cuddled and kissed, but nothing could replace feeling him so close to her, seeing the darkness and want in his eyes as he joined them and as they moved together.
John cupped her behind and encouraged her to wrap her legs around his waist, then set her on a wide shelf in the hallway, making keys and pencils fall to the floor in a clatter.
''What are you doing?'' she gasped.
''I have no idea,'' he chuckled, and covered her laughing mouth with his. ''Let's just see what comes of this.''
In the next moment his shirt was on the floor, with her blouse soon following. As he stood between her legs, she managed to undo his belt, but when John leaned against the shelf to keep his balance, it started to shift. Had they been listening, they would have heard a faint cracking sound, but they were far too preoccupied to notice. In one moment John's lips were sucking on Anna's neck, and in the next he was trying to keep her from falling as the entire shelf and its contents crashed to the floor.
''Are you all right?'' John asked worriedly, holding her up by her elbows. ''Are you hurt?'' he tried again, as she giggled uncontrollably against his bare chest.
''Yes...no...I'm fine.'' She looked up, still laughing. ''But I think we need to continue this elsewhere,'' she added, taking his hand in hers and pulling him into the sitting room. Nothing was going to stop them from doing this today...especially not a broken shelf.
''What about the sh-…'' he began, but she ignored him. Forcefully covering his lips with hers, she deepened the kiss and it took him no time to push the broken shelf to the back of his mind. He could fix it tomorrow, he thought vaguely to himself, while his hands crept around her back, working on the clip of her bra.
''It's stuck!'' he groaned in frustration, moving backwards toward the couch.
''Oh, men!'' Anna chuckled, removing her hands from his neck to undo the clip herself. ''You can't do a thing without a woman's help,'' she teased, grinning.
''Thank god for that,'' John chuckled, tucking his fingers into the waist of her jeans, continuing to walk backward, pulling her with him.
''John, just wait a second,'' she scolded him playfully. He was right; the clip was stuck. ''John…'' But he just smiled at her. She looked absolutely gorgeous, and he thanked the universe every day that she had chosen him out of all the men she could have had.
''You were saying?'' he grinned at her.
''Oh, shut up and help me!'' she laughed, her hands still trying to undo the clip. Letting go of her jeans, he began making his way around her, when he suddenly felt a stabbing pain between two of his toes, causing him to jump in shock. Instinctively pulling his leg up, he somehow managed to tangle his legs and quickly lost his balance. Before Anna could react, he had already hit the floor, clutching his feet and also his head, which he had bumped against something during his fall.
''John!'' Anna knelt down next to him. ''Are you all right?!''
''What the hell just happened?'' he grimaced, rubbing his palm up and down against his head, then looking at the floor, where a few of Jack's blocks lay scattered. ''For god's sake, I told him to put them away,'' he moaned, letting his head fall back onto the floor.
''He's only three, John,'' Anna reminded him, moving his hand away from his feet to take a look. ''And if I remember correctly, you were the one who just had to finish building the fortress before Robert came to pick him up,'' she added playfully.
He knew she was right, but just as he was about to protest, he felt another sharp pain. ''Heeey, what are you doing?! That hurt!'' he whined, and pulled his leg away from her.
''I think your middle toe is sprained, or maybe even broken,'' she informed him, standing up and tugging on his hand. ''Come on.''
''What? Where are we going?'' he asked, as she helped him to stand.
''To see Dr. Clarkson.''
''What? No, no, no - what about our sexy time?'' he asked, limping into the hall behind her, where she picked up their clothes and tossed his shirt at him.
''Sexy time? John...'' she chuckled, buttoning her blouse up and walking toward him. ''You're hurt, and I don't think we…''
''I don't need my toe to finish what we started!'' he interrupted, frustrated, but already feeling the throbbing pain in his right foot growing more intense.
''Let's go.'' She kissed him so he would stop talking, before picking up the car keys from the floor and helping him limp to the car.
xXx
''We're back,'' Robert announced, stepping into the cottage, a sleeping Jack in his arms. ''The poor fellow fell asleep in the car and…'' He stopped when Anna appeared in the hall, covering her mouth with her finger, signalling him to lower his voice.
''What?'' Robert asked, wondering what was going on.
''John just fell asleep,'' Anna whispered, taking the sleeping boy from him and nodding toward the sitting room.
Still confused, Robert made his way into the room, and as he walked through the door, he could see John dozing peacefully on the couch, the lower part of his right leg covered in plaster and resting on a pillow. A set of crutches leaned against the side of the couch.
''What happened to him?'' He knew what kind of plans John and Anna had had for this afternoon, and he certainly hadn't expected to come back to this.
Just as Anna had suspected, John had somehow managed to break his middle toe when he had stepped on one of Jack's wooden blocks at an awkward angle. And after taking some painkillers that Dr. Clarkson had prescribed, he had finally been able to close his eyes, free of pain for the first time since the mishap.
''We had a little accident...'' Anna replied, biting the inside of her cheek to try to keep a straight face. She carried Jack upstairs to his bed, leaving Robert standing by the sofa, staring at his best mate.
''What the hell did she do to you?'' he whispered to John, thinking he was sound asleep.
''Sexy time, Robert...sexy time,'' John replied, opening one eye to look at Robert, before bursting into laughter.
beta: annambates! :D thank you!
:) thanks for R&R!
