AN: Alright then,there's some smut...but I'm afraid not very well written. Anyway, hope you'll enjoy!
Jean Louise Finch was now a couple of months old, and absorbed, together with her brother, her parent's energy and time fully. Not that they minded, Atticus and Jean loved spending time with their children. However, it was a very long time ago that they had some time for each other. During the day, Atticus was at work and Jean would be busy with Scout, when Atticus came back, Jem would already have returned from school and they would be busy with both their children; at evenings and nights, Scout would be crying and someone had to come for her. Furthermore, Jem wouldn't just fall asleep, Atticus and Jean had to put him in their bed, lay next to him, fully clothed, as it was long not their bedtime, and wait until he was asleep. Only then they could carry him to his own bed. After all these tasks were completed, they would be so tired that they spent the rest of the evening reading, Jean usually falling asleep on Atticus's shoulder after not too long. But the two parents never complained; as said before, they loved almost all the aspects of having children. Still, they rather missed the time when they had nothing on hands except each other.
One evening, it was Jean's turn to put Jem in his own bed. When she returned to get her book off the nightstand, she found Atticus still half under the covers. He stood up, slowly, walked to his wife, and pulled her into a kiss. When they stopped for air, Atticus put a finger on his wife's lips. "Honey...I think it's the highest time we take some for ourselves." She nodded, gladly. Atticus opened the zipper on Jean's back and pulled the upper part of her dress down her arms, until her waist. He let his hands roam over her breasts, shoulders and back, then carefully loosened her bra. The garment dropped to the floor, and Atticus kissed her exposed breasts. Jean tugged lightly at his hair, and let out a short moan. Atticus made his way up, trailing kisses over her neck and mouth. While he was doing so, Jean decided it was her turn and she quickly loosened the buttons of Atticus's vest, then his shirt fell on the rug. She caressed his chest with her hands and mouth and Atticus let out a soft groan. She laughed, then sinked to her knees and loosened the fly of his pants. Atticus stroked her hair. She pulled his pants down, and let him step out of them. Then, she removed his boxershorts and gave two quick strokes against the insides of his thighs, causing Atticus to groan loudly. "Shht," she whispered. Atticus kissed her hungrily, then moved down to dress her down completely. When she was naked, Atticus stood up and let his eyes roam over her body. "You're so beautiful," he whispered. He lifted Jean and laid her gently on the bed. Carefully, he moved his body on top of her and entered her body.
They finished their passionate act loudly. Sweating and in each other's arms, they listened if Scout or Jem was crying, but it stayed silent. Atticus kissed Jean all over her face, then rolled next to her. She turned her face to him. "Let's do it again, Atticus." He laughed. "Well, we do have to catch up, hm?" he said. He wanted to climb on her again, but Jean shook her head. "I want to look you in the eye," she said, and rolled herself on top of Atticus. He seemed to be fine with it, and there they went again. Jean collapsed on Atticus's chest after they were done. Sweat dripped off his hairline onto her cheek. Although he was strong enough to join his wife in the rhythm of her hips, he was exhausted. Jean laid still on top of him, her face buried in the crook of his neck. When they had calmed down a little, she wanted to go lay next to him. But then, there came a loud cry from the baby room. They sighed.
