Siege Day 62

(John's POV)

I wanted to kill Stella an hour ago. It was my birthday and with the siege I hadn't planned on celebrating it. I didn't think that celebrating birthdays was all that important. We had celebrated Christmas and New Years, but that was a universal thing. That was to keep spirits up. My birthday wasn't as important, or so I thought this morning.

Now I was sitting on my couch clutching a glass and laughing. It was a small get together with the unit we were working with. The Commissioner had brought me a well aged scotch and told me he had been saving it for a special occasion. He had been pleased to find out from Stella that the occasion had come. For the non-scotch drinkers, Stella had rounded up quite a bar to choose from. I shouldn't have been too surprised though. Stella was good about finding things. Plus she had moved most of her personal stock into my apartment.

After the night of pulling her in from the cold, we agreed that she should, at the very least, keep clothing here. I don't think it even took a full week before we realized we were just going to be living together. Living with Stella was one of the easiest transitions of my life. I mean I had stayed with her for extended times before, but this just felt right. We slept together, went off together in the morning, and I didn't have to worry about her at night because she was next to me in bed.

Stella caught my eye as she grabbed empty beer bottles from the table and gave me a wink. Oh, and the sex. The sex was a major plus. I watched as she walked away, suddenly quite happy she suggested we all dress up for the celebration. At first I groaned, but then I realized she meant she would dress up as well. She was in a charcoal pencil skirt with a small slit up the back. It hugged her well and I had a hard time pulling my eyes away from how perfect it made her ass look. She had paired the skirt with a simple navy blouse. She had kicked off her heels earlier, finding it easier to walk in her stocking feet. She rinsed the bottles in the sink and cracked her neck. She looked so at home in my apartment. Good.

Gordon must have caught me staring because he clinked his glass with mine. "It is good to see how well things have been going with the two of you. In the middle of all of this, I am glad to see the two of you happy."

I gave him a smile, but realized it was only half hearted. "Yeah, well we may as well enjoy things while we can. Especially with this time bomb."

Two days ago, on day 60 of the siege, Stella had called me. She had said that Gordon and I needed to meet with the think tank as soon as possible. Fox, Tate, and Stella had informed us that regardless who held the button to detonate the bomb, it would not be enough. This was a time bomb. We had 45 days left. We had been trying to send word to the outside for help. Through our supplies and list of demands we were hoping to have someone come in on one of the next deliveries. We needed outside forces. We needed an escape plan. Regardless of the policy of not negotiating with terrorists, we needed a way to get people to safety. If this bomb went off it would take out Gotham and probably half of the bridge out of here. Maybe more. The exact radius was a bit sketchy.

Gordon sighed and tapped his glass against his lips. "We can hope, Blake. It's a strange thing, an addiction really. Our minds and souls will cling to hope with our last dying breath. I am never too sure if it is a blessing or a curse."

I brought my glass to my lips, watching Stella lean against my kitchen counter and laughing with Kevin Ryan. A blessing or a curse. It really was something to ponder. How would we view this time we had left?


(Stella's POV)

I had cleaned mostly everything up and John was sitting in his armchair. I told him he wasn't allowed to clean and for once he listened. His head was thrown back against the chair and his eyes were closed. Part of me wished he had let his hair grow shaggy like it used to be, but he had kept it short. He was still holding his glass, though it was now resting on his knee. He was wearing a black button up with a red tie and black slacks. I couldn't help but smile as I watched him. I tried to convince him to wear his suit, but it didn't work. Instead he wore this outfit, which was nearly identical to what he worse for our senior year prom.

It was the only dance we had ever gone to together. It was right after the Joker riots and after Conner died. John had been between relationships and we thought it would be best if we went to our last dance together. Plus considering he was at our place most of the time during the riots it only seemed fair.

The riots had been scary for everyone. People were on an unofficial curfew and most teenagers and children were on lockdown. The only reason John was staying with us was because Father Riley had long since given my father his blessing to keep John around for as long as he wanted. John was past an age where anyone would adopt him and it was better off if his name was with St. Swithin's but he sometimes stayed elsewhere. Even with the lockdown, John ended up staying. I think aside from wanted to keep an eye on us, my father liked knowing that even while he was at work, I wouldn't be home alone. It never bothered him before, but I could see it in his eyes that leaving me along with riots going on caused him serious pain. Having John close by and keeping me safe put him at ease. I never really needed it, but I know it made my father, and John, feel better. That was all that mattered to me at the time. Plus it meant spending nights with my best friend watching movies and falling asleep on the couch.

I moved toward him and watched as he opened an eye. "Did the birthday boy enjoy his night?"

John moved forward and put his glass on the side table before pulling me toward him. I perched on the arm of the chair, leaving my legs between his. He gave a groan and kicked his shoes off. "As much as I hate to admit it, I did have a good night. It was good to have everyone relax for a bit." He squeezed my knee. "And seeing you extra dressed up was nice."

I brushed my fingers against his chest. He had loosened his tie and popped the top two buttons of his shirt. "You clean up pretty well too, John."

He smiled and kissed the palm of my hand. "You know. I don't believe I got a birthday present from you."

I gave him a light kiss and tapped his nose. "Dressing up was your present." I grabbed his glass and headed back to the kitchen.

John wrapped and arm around my waist pulling me against him. He kissed the side of my neck and wrapped me in his scent. "Does that mean I get to unwrap you?"

I turned to face him and wrapped my arms around his neck. "That was the general idea."

John smiled and pulled me closer, his hands sliding to my ass. "You are my favourite present."

I laughed against his lips as his hands moved to the hem of my skirt, brushing against the back of my legs. I felt his fingertips touch the back of my thighs, where the slit in the back of my skirt was. "I know what you're thinking. It's your birthday, John. Just remember that you will owe me a skirt."

A laugh rumbled through his chest. "That sounds fair enough." I felt his arms tighten against me and he yanked at the slit in my skirt. A moment later there was a rip that filled the silence of the apartment.

It was a good thing the skirt zipped on the side. Tearing my skirt had been clean and the torn fabric pooled around my feet. I looked up at John under my lashes as his gaze wandered down. So maybe there was a bit more to his birthday present. John had a soft spot for pin ups, something we shared, though for slightly different reasons. Underneath the skirt was a bit of old school lingerie. The garter belt was black with a few simple designs that sprawled across the top of my hips. The straps were hooked into the lace top thigh highs that looks pretty good against my skin in my opinion.

John seemed to agree as he was holding the ends of my blouse high on my waist. Or it could have been the fact I had decided panties were unnecessary tonight.

I wrapped my hands around his wrists and cleared my throat, trying to draw his attention back to my face. I suddenly felt very unsure of myself. "Happy Birthday?"

John pressed me hard against the counter and took hold of my chin. His voice was low and sent a chill down my spine. "A very, very happy birthday to me."

John crashed his lips against mine and my hands gripped his shoulders. I slid them to his neck, undoing the knot in his tie. I wrapped the ends around my hands and pulled him harder against me. He responded by lifting me by my ass and sitting me on the counter top of the kitchen's island.

John pulled back from my lips. His fingers carefully began unbuttoning my blouse as he spoke. "You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. You know that right? Without meeting you I never would have pushed myself to do things." He sucked my bottom lip as he pushed the blouse off my shoulders.

I slid the tie from around his neck as I tossed my blouse behind him. While the garter belt was simple, the bra was a bit more decorative. The black bra had red lace designs over it, drawing the eye in. I draped John's tie around my neck with a smile. "I have heard this speech before, John. And you know that I am thankful for you every day. Have been since I was a kid. But, we're not kids anymore. And I would appreciate focusing on the present right now. Preferably with less clothing." I popped a few more of the buttons on his shirt, yanking it out of his pants.

John tossed his shirt with mine and pulled his undershirt over his head, adding it to the growing pile. John nudged me to lie back and stood between my legs. I lifted myself up by my elbows a bit watching him. A warmth was already spreading through me and he hadn't even touched me yet. If I was honest, I had been thinking about this all night and I wasn't ready to wait anymore.

John snapped one of the straps of my garters watching me. He bent his head down and kissed the inside of my thigh. I felt heat creep into my cheeks and he laughed.

The sex had been great, it really had been, but there had not been this kind of teasing before. I wasn't sure if I was upset he had been holding out on me, or excited that he had been waiting.

John bit a spot an inch above where he kissed me and I jumped a bit. "Stella, did you know that you blush when you're excited? Not just your face. I can see the heat in your chest, but now I see that your thighs blush too. I've always liked how fair your skin was, but now I think I like it a little more."

He slid me closer to him, hands gripping my thighs. John moved on of his hands and pressed a finger to part my lips. He was still watching me intently and I watched as he started slide his middle finger inside of me. I felt myself tense up around his finger as he began moving it inside of me. He moved his head down and flicked his tongue out against my clit. I bit my lip and pressed my head against the counter. It may have been one touch, but John staring at me intensified things. He had dangerous bedroom eyes that even the brush of his fingers made me weak in the knees.

When I moved down, John took that as indication to do as he pleased. He moved his finger inside me swiftly, increasing speed. His sucked my clit as his other hand gripped my thigh to keep me in place. I would be lying if I said I hadn't been a little bit wet when John ripped my skirt off. If he kept this up I was going to be his own personal rag doll.

John slid his finger outside of me and gave an appreciative sound as he moved his mouth away from me. I went to lean up, but his mouth was back on me. Though, now his tongue slid inside of me. Words flew up from my throat, but only a gasp moved past my lips. John had two fingers rolling and pinching my clit as his tongue continued exploring me.

My hips were rising against him and my hands found their way to his hair, tugging it and pressing him closer against me. Letting his hair grow just a bit was very helpful right now. A heat was spreading throughout my stomach already, surprising me a bit, though I was far from complaining. John's hand left its place teasing me and gripped my hips roughly to keep me in place. My hands moved from his hair to squeeze his hands on my hips. I would try to help keep them down, but fighting the urge not to buck was growing a little too strong. My breath was shaky and I started whimpering as his teeth grazed my clit.

"John. I…I don't want you to stop. Please." It was hard to get those words out and I fought with myself to say them. This was his birthday, not mine, but hell if I would turn over him giving me an early orgasm.

John seemed to understand this and dug his fingers into my skin. He was going to leave a trail of bruises on me before he even got his pants off. He tugged my clit with his teeth and a cry erupted from my throat. Every bit of my body was buzzing, like an electrical current was let loose under my skin. I could still feel John's tongue lapping at me, but it felt a bit far away. My hands feel from his, one resting at my stomach, the other over my closed eyes.

There was a buzzing in my ears, but I could not be bothered with it. John had recently found out that though I was decently experienced, I had never had anyone go down on me. He was appalled and tried to remedy things right after he found out, but I had stopped him with a laugh. It didn't matter to me that much. Of course, after tonight, maybe it would mean a little more.

"Stella?" John's voice brought me to the present.

I blinked and moved to my elbows, seeing a smirk on his face. He looked very pleased with himself. I cleared my throat as he pulled me up. "Yes?"

John laughed and kissed me with force. I could taste myself on him and couldn't help but feel excited. He reached a hand behind me and pulled the elastic out of my hair, letting it fall down my back. John ran a hand through my hair. "You okay?"

"More than okay." I pressed my cheek against his, speaking softly in his ear. "I thought tonight was your birthday?"

John chuckled and kissed my temple. "It is. Call that a little ego boost on my part. You're the present that keeps on giving."

"Oh, I am, am I?" I looked at him with a smile. I slid off the counter pressing myself against him. I wasn't entirely surprised to find out he was already quite hard. I put a finger to his chest and pressed him back, walking him toward his favourite chair. I was about to push him down, but I paused and grabbed his belt. I unhooked it with a smile. "I think the belt and pants need to go. You're a bit overdressed this evening."

John smiled down at me and complied with stepping out of his pants and kicking them to the side. His thumbs hooked into his boxer briefs, but I stopped him. He raised an eyebrow at me. "Problem?"

I pushed his hands to his sides, tugging at the band of his briefs. "It's my turn to get rid of some of your clothes, sweetheart."

John's lips twitched into a wider smile and held his hands up in defeat. "Whatever you say, darling."

I pursed my lips together trying not to laugh as I yanked his briefs down. A moment later I pushed against his chest, knocking him into the chair. He landed with an "Oof", but was still smiling.

I knelt down, pulling his briefs off and tossing them back toward the kitchen. I moved between his knees and smiled up at John. I took hold of him and began stroking him slowly. "Comfy?"

John was silent, but his eyes told me that teasing him could be extra dangerous tonight.

I squeezed John at his base and increased my pace, properly pumping him. My free hand drew lines inside of John's thigh moving up toward his stomach. I loved tracing his muscles and delighted in the way they tightened under my touch. My eyes fell down to the task at hand and I noticed a bit of precum at his tip. Bowing my head I licked it off, heading a slight hiss from John. I smiled to myself as my hair fell around my face. Keeping rhythm I lowered my lips to his tip, swirling my tongue around it.

John's hand reached toward me, gathering up my hair and holding it back. He was watching me with slightly parted lips. I could feel him twitching beneath mine and knew that this foreplay wouldn't last too long. John was eager for more aggressive, and fulfilling fun.

I took more of John in me little by little, breaking eye contact for a bit. I pressed my hands against his thighs, focusing my attention. The sex was incredible for a number of reasons. Firstly, John and I were incredibly close to the passion had always been ready. Secondly, we ready each other's bodies extraordinarily well. Thirdly, we had a lot to work with. John was big. Big and thick. And the first night we had sex, I don't think I appreciated it so much since I was basically an icicle. After the first night, however, John learned full well how much I appreciated him. I wasn't foolish enough to think it was a one sided appreciation. I knew how he looked at me. There was a longing and a want in his eyes whenever I was nearby. His hands always searched my body like it was a map he needed to explore. No woman could ask for a better ego boost than witnessing the anticipation and need in a man's eyes when she was naked.

"Fuck." The word flew out of John's lips and he pulled my hair. He was throbbing against my lips and I slipped him out of my mouth, making eye contact again. John pulled me up by my shoulders until I was on his lap. His hand flicked the clasp on my bra and threw it blindly. His hands moved up my waist and cupped them with force, slowly moving his eyes back to mine. There was a silent question in them, but I was not too sure what it was.

"John?" My voice was breathy, but still held a question.

He didn't say anything. Instead he crashed his lips against mine and stood up bringing me with him. My legs were wrapped around his waist and my arms tight around his neck as he pressed us against the wall next to his bedroom. He pressed my back against the wall, his arm under my ass, and he started sliding into me. I pressed my forehead against his a little gasp coming out as he slid all the way in. Once inside he tightened his grip on me and pressed his other hand against the wall for support. My heels hooked behind his knees as I stretched against him glad he was the one holding me up.

John's lips were against my shoulder and his breathing was steady. There was a tightening in my stomach as John pushed into me.

My lips traced the curve of his ear. "John. Don't slow. Whatever you do, don't slow down."

John bit down on my shoulder earning a little cry from me. His face appeared in front of mine. "Faster?"

I pressed my lips against his. "Faster."

"As you wish." His lips formed a smile as he roughly kissed me. He slammed into me and swallowed any response from me against his lips.

I dragged my nails against his shoulder blades, arching my back further. I ran my tongue over his bottom lip, biting down. I needed a moment to catch my breath. I was getting dizzy and felt a fire between my legs. John was outdoing himself tonight and I loved it.

John traced his lips down my chin and to my throat. He lightly bit the skin, making me shake against him. He buried his face against the curve of my neck. He slowed his pace, making his strokes painfully slow. I made an unhappy noise, which earned me a short laugh from John. "Christ, Stella. You will be the death of me, I swear. But…" He slammed into me once more and things shattered around me.

I was panting as John swung us both from the wall and onto his bed. I crawled toward the head of his bed, going on my knees and pressed my face against a pillow. John came from behind me, hands on my hips. He slid into me, easier this time and picked up his pace. With the way his fingers curled into me, I knew he was close to his finish. I bit hard into the pillow as he moved faster, listening to his breathing turn into short grunts.

John began draping himself over me, his hands moving from my hips and slid up my sides. He cupped my breasts and squeezed them roughly. I wiggled against him, encouraging him to continue. John's strokes were getting longer letting me know he was dragging this out as much as he could. Yet, with all of this he thought that I would be the death of him. Go figure.

John's fingers started squeezing harder than I was used to and I was gasping against the pillow, turning my face to gulp the air. "Please…John…"

John's hips started quivering and before I knew it, I felt him burst inside of me. His hands dropped from my breasts and pressed against the mattress.

I breathed a soft sigh of relief and slid him out of me, rolling him to lay beside me. There was not a single part of my body that wasn't on fire right now. I would be sore as hell tomorrow, but there would be no complaining.

John had a hand pressed against his stomach and the other stretched out to touch me. His eyes were focused on the ceiling and his chest was rising and falling at a steady rate. He let out a slow breath as I curled against his side, letting him wrap an arm around me. "Stella?"

I placed my chin against his chest, tracing the line of his jaw with my eyes. "Mmmhm?"

"I think this has been my favourite birthday ever."

I pressed my face against his chest and couldn't help but laugh. "Well, I am very glad for that. I knew it would be memorable regardless. You know. The whole siege thing, but I'm glad it's for more than just that."

John squeezed me. "Smartass." He stretched his legs and kissed the top of my head.

I tapped his chest making him look at me. "John. What's on your mind?"

His eyes searched my face and I saw a glimpse of that question from earlier in them. "What do you mean?"

"You wanted to say something earlier. What was it?"

John brushed some of my hair behind my ear. "I didn't think saying it before was right…" His voice trailed off and he just kept stroking my hair.

"John, you're making me nervous."

He met my eyes again, this time looking serious. "You should be. I love you."

Maybe I should have shot up and sat up staring with my mouth open. Maybe, but I wasn't that dramatic. Instead I kissed him. I pressed my lips against him as hard as I could without climbing on top of him. John's arms had snaked around me, seeming reassured. I broke the kiss and smiled at him. "It is about damn time you admitted that, John." I pressed a finger to his lips and my voice grew a bit softer. "I love you too, John. With all I have, I do."

John's body seemed to relax against me. "Good, because you cannot get rid of me, Stella. I love you. I'm in love with you and that's the most important thing right now."

My chest swelled at his words. He was in love with me. "What more could I ever ask than to have my best friend tell me that he's in love with me?"

"Nothing. Nothing more to ask for." John kissed the top of my head and paused. "Well, maybe a shower. I could use a shower right about now."

I laughed. "I would tell you that you just ruined a wonderful moment, but now that you've said it a shower does sound pretty wonderful right now. Though you're going to have to carry me. I don't think I'm going to be able to walk the ten feet to your bathroom."

John laughed and slid to the floor holding out a hand to me. "They say that flattery doesn't get you anywhere. In this case, it worked and will earn you a trip to the shower."

I smiled and moved toward John's outstretched arms, allowing him to press me against him. "You do have to promise me something though."

"Oh? And what is that?"

"You need to let me get my baring before fooling around in the shower. And let me have a real shower after that."

John had a devilish smile on his face. "I make no promises. It's still my birthday for another hour."

I wrapped my arms around his neck loving the smile on his face. "Plan on celebrating it into tomorrow?"

"I plan on celebrating it until I cannot move anymore."

"Good thing I planned on working from home tomorrow." I paused. This was home now. Home was with John. My best friend. The man who was in love with me. The man who was carrying me to his shower and would most likely make love to me until there were no chances of walking back to bed. This was home.

I gave him a gentle kiss, hoping he understood how much it meant to me to call this place home. "Happy Birthday, John."

John nudged the bathroom door with his hip and smiled. "Thank you Stella. Welcome home."