Okay this was written waaaaaay back in 2013. But I just now am posting it cuz I finally have the right story to put in with.

John entered the brownstone closing the door behind. Immediately he noticed the lack of light in the apartment and went to reach for the switch.

"No, no, no. Don't do that." He heard Joss saying from behind. Her words immediately stopping him. He turned to see her coming up the hall from the kitchen. "You'll ruin the mood I'm trying to set if you do that." He quickly ran his eyes down the length of her. A lavender long sleeved dress clinging perfectly to her, and matching heels that added at least five inches to her height. He wondered why she was so dressed up when they had no plans of going anywhere.

"What mood is that?" he said recalling her earlier words. She sauntered over to him.

"A romantic dinner for two. Catered by Jocelyn Carter-Reese." In the distance he made out the candlelit kitchen.

"If you were looking for a date night we could've went out for dinner."

"I know," she said stepping closer, her arms climbing up past the lapels of his jacket to rest on his shoulders. The heels making the action less of a struggle. John wrapped his arms around her slim waist. "But I figured why not save the time. All I need is you. Here we have no distractions No interruptions. Taylor's at a friend's house, and Finch has assured me you'll have the night off. And you don't have to share me with anyone else. I'm all yours tonight. So," she played with one of the buttons on his jacket peering up at him, "I hope you're hungry. I slaved over this food so you better enjoy it." She slipped out of his arms holding fast to his hand as she tugged him toward the kitchen.

"Joss that dress. It looks good on you." She glanced back, the male admiration in his eyes making her dimple appear.

"You like it?" She already knew the answer, but turned to see his nod anyhow. "I'm glad. Because I swiped your card when I bought it."

He smiled. "Well the way it looks it was worth every penny." She smirked with pride pulling him the rest of the way.

Dinner went just as Joss wanted it too. She had a moment to have her husband all alone where they could just talk. About anything and everything. From their latest cases, to what they would do on their next anniversary. All during their meal John continually pulled her chair towards his, wanting her closer.

They then moved to the couch still using candles for their light. Joss slipped away to bring their desert which she gracefully placed on the coffee table. She smiled up at him, their gazes locking. She reached for their desert, but John tugged her back to him curling her into his side. His hands cupped her cheeks before shifting to the back of her neck. He kissed her jaw. Joss leaned in closer, partly because he coerced her and partly because she wanted to. He made a trail of kisses over her face, below her ear, and down her neck.

"Don't you want to have desert?" she mumbled.

"What do you think I'm getting right now?" He pulled her onto his lap.

Joss smiled and he shifted to kiss her mouth. He held her precious face in his hand and she mirrored his actions pulling him closer to her. Everything started to disappear around them, but too soon John became distracted when he heard the creaking of the front door. Without breaking contact his hands moved to grab the gun at the back of his waist. Joss however remained calm. Keeping her hands on his face she broke the kiss. A groan escaped her as she leaned down, her head touching his.

"That better not be Taylor Carter," she mumbled threateningly.

Heavy footsteps sounded before the room was brightened with a burst of light. John and Joss sprung a part just as Taylor jumped back. "Whoa! Sorry. Didn't mean to interrupt. Sorry mom. Hey, John."

"Hey, T." John replied slipping the gun back into its hiding place.

Joss sighed. "T, what are you doing here? You're supposed to be at your friend's house. We had a deal. I told you about tonight."

"Yeah, well I forgot something, and I had to come back and get it. Look just don't mind me. Pretend I'm not even here." He flicked off the light again, but unfortunately did not leave the room. He moved to one of the chairs where he had left a jacket and his backpack. He loudly unzipped the bag searching through it. Joss would have thought he was carrying pots and pans around from all the noise he was making. They watched his every move unable to ignore his presence. Feeling their gaze he looked up.

"What?" he asked innocently. "Go, 'head. Go back to kissin'. I'm not here remember?"

"But you are here," Joss assured.

"Mom it's not like it's some big secret. I've seen you two kiss before. And not the little pecks you try to give each other in the morning." John couldn't stop the chuckle. He never knew what the teen would say from one minute to the next. "You're married. You're supposed to act like that."

"Yeah, and you're supposed to not be here." Joss fired back. Giving John a light elbow to the chest to stifle his laughter. The last thing Taylor needed right now was encouragement.

"Okay, I'm gettin' ready to leave." He said picking up the backpack. "It smells really good in here. Can I grab something to eat before I…" When they both gave him a hard glare the question died on his tongue. "Or maybe not. Even John had to give me a look on that one. Okay John, I got it. Mom made the food for you. I can respect that. But can you please save me a little leftovers."

John had to smile. "Okay T. I will."

"You the man. Alright I'm going. Night Mom. Night John."

"Goodnight."

Joss's jaw dropped. "So much for no interruptions. I can't believe-mmm." She didn't get to finish her thought before John brought his mouth on hers. "What are you doing?" She asked a little breathless when he pulled away.

"Picking right up where I left off. We had a few minutes lost. We need to make up for them." Joss grinned wanting to laugh. Again he pulled her close for a kiss that this time went uninterrupted.