Prompt: Tease
Rating: M definitely M

Warnings: smut on the more graphic side, sorry if that's not your thing

Spoilers: none

Setting: after 3x09 so AU.

Relationship status: established


"Well that was fun," John moaned before kissing Joss solidly on the lips while lying on his side, looking down at her. He pulled the stethoscope from beneath the comforter, drawing it up her naked form. "I want to try this bad boy out again." His smirk turned to a flow blown smile that packed a lot of megawatts her way as it hung from his middle finger. Uh-oh, she was still pissed at him. He threw the stethoscope he would never view the same way again off the bed, before watching his wife climb out of bed angrily. "You're still mad, even after the extensive physical exam I just gave you?" he teased, earning him a frosty glare as she yanked on a robe. He sat up, leaned against their headboard and watched her, amused as she began pacing back and forth, occasionally pausing to throw him a glacial look before resuming her pacing. She had no idea how hot she was when she was angry, he felt himself respond accordingly. "Joss..."

"You could have blown my cover!" She hissed angrily at him.

"I'm sorry," he swallowed his laughter when it became incredibly obvious her temper was close to snapping. "I didn't realize that Mrs. Kerr would go looking for you." The lethal look he was receiving made him squirm. Did she know whenever she scolded him it made him hot? He bet she didn't. "I'm sorry I kissed you and almost blew your cover," he spoke in rote.

"John you didn't kiss me, you groped me; nearly giving poor old Mrs. Kerr a heart attack, seeing your hands under my clothes!"

"I did not grope."

"There was groping," she assured him. "I thought you were going to attack me like some damned animal in heat."

"Can you blame me, Joss; you were undercover as a nurse," he grinned sheepishly. "And we are newlyweds and all." He pushed the comforter off, standing up completely naked and hardening for her.

"Oh no, down boy! I'm still angry with you."

"Yet we fell into bed to play doctor." He stalked her as she backpedaled.

"That was different, that was 'I'm mad at you' sex." He laughed. "Don't laugh, there is such a thing called that."

"Really, who calls it that?" he murmured as he reached out snatching her wrist pulling her against him. "People that claim to be angry and aren't really? You enjoyed me pawing you at the hospital; you enjoyed me panting after you," he whispered in her ear.

"No, I didn't." she twisted and freed herself before backpedaling again. "I was there to do a job, mister. You shoved me into an empty room and we nearly had sex on the hospital bed." She pointed her index finger, lecturing him, but her eyes were between his legs. "Talk about unprofessional, Finch would kill us both." Her words faltered as continued to gaze at burgeoning manhood, but she lifted her gaze and he saw a mixture of desire and defiance in her eyes.

"Then Finch should have asked Shaw to go undercover as a nurse and not my hot detective wife," he replied as if this would have been a solution.

"Oh right, blame it on Finch; you need some self-control, John!" she looked behind her, seeing how much space there was between her and the wall. He reached out and he caught her around the waist, hauling her up onto his shoulder.

"First you have handcuffs, then a hot nurse's outfit, how am I to resist you?" he teased as he turned, patting her butt to incite her more. She wiggled, squirmed, and was cussing him out, and he grinned, turning to carry her to their bed.

"You giant Neanderthal! Civilized men do not do this! They do not carry their women to bed like a damned caveman." She slapped his ass hard, the sound carried into their bedroom; the sting didn't even make him falter. "Put me down!"

"Oh I will," he assured her, flipping her down onto the bed, going for the sash at her waist, easily pulling it apart. He leaned over her and caught a tight nipple into his mouth. She moaned.

"No! I'm mad at you!" She gasped as he sucked harder. He didn't bother saying that she might be mad at him but her body wasn't. He slid a hand between her legs, finding her wet and warm. He sank a finger into her, then a second. Her almost legs almost involuntarily fell wide apart. She sighed as he released her one breast just to attend to the other. He climbed onto the bed, keeping his rhythm as he stroked inside her before adding his thumb to touch her clitoris, knowing what would excite his wife. "John," she moaned as her fingers dug into his shoulders, her hips lifting into his touch. He drew on her nipple hard at first and then sucked gently. He looked up at his wife adoringly, seeing she was so close, could feel it in the way she was tensing, so he withdrew his hand from her sex and lifted his mouth from her breasts. He sat on his knees, deciding it was high time for payback. His beautiful wife had teased him with a sexy striptease last week, not allowing him to touch until she allowed him, well it was his turn.

"You know what Joss? You're right, I'm manhandling you, and I nearly got your cover blown which angers you. I can't expect to make love to you to apologize," he agreed, keeping a straight face as her eyes blinked open in shock. "I'll go sleep on the couch. I should take a cold shower first." He murmured looking down at his erection. God he wanted her. He stood up from the bed.

"Wait, what?" She sat up, fully realizing he was stopping.

"I'm conceding you are right, Joss, it was wrong of me."

"Apology accepted, get over here!" she commanded.

"I don't think you mean it, no, I should sleep on the couch tonight." he murmured regretfully. He turned and walked towards their bathroom with a stupid grin on his face, while internally counting how long it would take her to storm after him. He started their shower; he had just stepped into it, realizing it was cool but not ice cold, when the door to the bathroom slammed shut. He turned and saw his wife staring at him. "You…you…are doing this on purpose." He grinned evilly as the water pelted him. He opened the glass door.

"Maybe. Maybe it's to get back at you teasing me with your striptease," he said; Joss's pretty face narrowed. Her eyes raked over his body, she immediately shrugged her open robe off, and he chuckled as she stomped over to the shower and entered. "You look good wet, Joss," he muttered, more to himself then to her. Her nipples were taut, desire and laughter sparkling in her eyes.

"So do you," she whispered. "So how long are you going to make me wait?" she purred as she touched his erection. "Because as I see it, this guy wants me and hates your teasing just as I do."

"Maybe I'll take matters into my own hands," he said gruffly, watching her eyes darken further.

"You mean something like this," she whispered, sliding her hand between her legs, touching herself, and gasped. He curled his hands into fists as he struggled to resist the urge to grab her. He was supposed to be teasing her, not the other way around. His eyes watched her hand move, rubbing herself, as she leaned against the shower wall. "You are so easy, John," she taunted seductively and his eyes lifted. "You look ready to devour me," she said as her other hand touched her breast. He silently watched his wife pleasuring herself, and wanted nothing more than to grab her and finish this. But he didn't want to let her win this, so he remained where he was and watched. His cock throbbed madly as her eyes shut and moaned his name as she got lost in the sensations.

He stepped close to her, her eyes opened and she grinned at him.

"Come," he whispered. "Just like this," he shuddered as he grabbed her leg, putting it on the edge of the tub, pushing the door out of the way, so he could watch her pleasure herself. She moaned as she abandoned touching her breast to lay it on his shoulder as she found a rhythm she enjoyed. He rested a hand on her thigh, holding her leg where he put it, his eyes between her legs, watching her hand move in a circular movement, stroking herself to orgasm. His name was moaned, her hips moved forward, and he knew she was so close to her orgasm. "Stroke yourself harder, Joss." He murmured knowing how she enjoyed it.

"Oh, god!" She cried and he wrapped an arm around her waist as her hips surged forward, her orgasm crashing into her. He had enough, he lifted her like a doll, and slammed into her, her hips crashed into the shower wall from the force, another moan escaping from her. Her sex was still spasming as he pounded into her. She leaned forward into his arms as he thrust into her hard. She cried out into his ear. He loved when his wife had a multi, she was so beautiful when she came apart. The way she clutched him in a vise grip, her vaginal walls clenching, he knew she was so close. She was panting breaths, still on the high from her previous orgasm. He reached between them and stroked her swollen clit with his free hand while using the other to hold her to him, she latched her mouth on his shoulder muffling a scream, and he pounded his way to his own orgasm. The way she shattered, spasmed around his cock, he couldn't hold out any longer. He shouted Joss's name as his jerked deep inside her, and emptied himself inside her welcoming hold.

It took a few minutes for him to realize he could possibly be crushing his wife against the wall. He moved languidly and looked into her eyes. "You okay?"

"Okay? That had to be the hottest makeup sex we've ever had." She grinned, still with her arms around his neck, legs wrapped around his hips, and with him still buried inside her.

"Yeah, I think you're right."

"So you always wanted me to tease you with touching myself, huh." She murmured with a kiss to his cheek, then lips.

"Maybe," he grinned as he turned with her in his arms and shut the shower off. He carried her out of the shower and she finally released her death grip of his hips and he eased out of her. He grabbed a towel drying them both off. "So does this mean you aren't upset anymore? I really didn't realize that Ms. Kerr would look for you, but I should have kept my hands to myself," he conceded and she nodded.

"Well, it depends."

"On what?" he wondered.

"Do I get to give you an extensive physical exam, as I am Nurse Joss?" She teased with a devilish grin on her face.

"You're insatiable, woman."

"Look who's talking," she laughed with a pointed look between his legs as he stirred. "I want to take that stethoscope out for a spin." She nibbled on his neck as she linked their fingers together, tugging him out of their bathroom towards their bed; both still completely naked.

"For you, anything," he agreed, allowing her to push him onto the bed. He sat and watched her bend down and pick up the stethoscope before putting it around her neck. His eyes roved over her, completely naked besides the stethoscope. "I'm gonna enjoy playing your patient, Joss."

"Trust me, John, you are going to thoroughly enjoy my examination." She assured him with a wink as she climbed onto the bed. He knew, without a shadow of a doubt, she was going to rock his world.


Author's note: yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay some smutty fun stuff until I can post after my vacation. Hope you enjoyed...I almost wrote out the extensive exam but stopped myself.

Thanks everyone as always I love you guys for reading/reviewing I appreciate it! I won't be updating this until sometime late May, I'll try to respond to any reviews to this before I leave Saturday morning at 6am. And to everyone that sent me a private message I see all of them I will be responding to you guys too tomorrow, I haven't forgotten it's just I wanted to get these chapters out like I promised and everything was so hectic today!