AN: Well dear readers, I can't tell you how much I've enjoyed reading your reviews. Please keep sending 'em cause it makes me want to write more of this story that was only meant to be 4 chapters but has turned into a monster that takes over my brain as I try and sleep. I had hoped to be further along in this story so that I could return to writing some of the canon stuff in regards to the episodes. Alas, I'll just have to write faster right? And to all of you who have been asking where's the rest of the smut? Here's a nice LONG chapter. If this doesn't do it for ya, then I suggest you seek professional help.

AAN: Just want to say, I feel like John Reese is 100% alpha male and would like to be the one calling the shots in the bedroom, though Joss DOES have something to say about that. Still, in my opinion he would take the lead in most things so that's how I've written him. After all, who WOULDN'T do whatever Reese wanted?

Chapter 10

Joss woke to a most pleasurable feeling. She'd been dreaming about John, though she couldn't remember just what, when the intense feelings of being suckled hard woke her. Joss moaned in appreciation. She didn't open her eyes but could feel John's lips curve into a smile though he didn't stop what he was doing. Instead, Joss could feel his hand caressing her side, moving slowly downwards. Once he reached her stomach, his fingers traced slowly from the side of her hip, down the curve and hollow where her upper thigh met her body and angled unerringly down to the triangle of dark curls.

Joss meanwhile was busy with her own exploration. She reached down and ran her fingers through John's short, dark and silvery hair. She had just reached that delicious point his hair made as it tapered down to his neck when John switched breasts and a particularly strong pull had her gasping. She increased the pressure of her fingers and ran her nails down his back as far as they could go. She wished she could reach that lovely ass of his with its hard, round globes that begged to be squeezed. She raked her nails back up his back, feeling the ridges of old, healed wounds under her fingertips. How much had this man endured in the name of his country, she wondered and why was he not bitter about it? Why did he continue to help people regardless of the personal danger?

All those thoughts suddenly took a backseat to what John was doing to her. He'd used his hand to spread her legs wide and his questing fingers had found her clit. His thumb began moving in slow circles while he gradually penetrated her with one finger then another. Using deliberate, measured strokes, he pushed his fingers in and out, making sure to apply pressure to her sweet spot, that spot inside her that was aching for him constantly these days. Joss once more felt the tension in her body rising and she moaned, knowing what was coming but powerless to stop it. Giving her breast one last, hard lick he moved up to her body and spoke to her in that low, sexy, whispery voice she loved.

"Come for me Joss. I want to hear you. I want to know that you like it when I do this to you." He pushed his fingers further into her, increasing the pressure and leaned down and took her mouth at the same time. His tongue plunged in and out in time with his fingers and within minutes, Joss was crying out her pleasure. He didn't even give the tremors a chance to subside before he moved down and gripped her legs. He spread them wide kneeled down between them and dragged her up onto him at an angle before plunging into her. She cried out again at the wonderful feeling of being overfull.

"Oh Joss, baby, you're gripping me so tightly and I can feel you pulsing all over me. But I think we can do better. I want to feel you come apart while I'm inside of you."

He always seemed to know just the words to say to have her panting for him. He began to move and the way that he had positioned her had his thick crest rubbing and pushing against her upper wall in the exact spot she needed it. Joss could feel the clawing hunger once more building as he thrust forcefully in and out, making her feel every throbbing inch of him. She wasn't sure how much longer she could hold out, but she wanted to come at the same time as he did so she clenched him as tightly as she could with her inner muscles.

"YES, that's it baby! Do it again." He groaned. She did and felt him get harder and thicker before he suddenly came with a shout. She followed him over the edge, calling out his name.

John reached down and scooped her up in his strong arms while staying buried inside her. He held her close and whispered soothing words in her ear as her breath slowly returned to normal. It had been such a long time since she had felt treasured and cherished like this. She knew without a shadow of a doubt she was addicted to this man, that she would do anything for him.

John kissed her several more times before lowering her to the bed. He moved to lie next to her and she fell asleep to his fingers caressing her back.

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Joss woke to the sounds of snoring. She could barely hold back the laugh as she caught Mr. Big Bad Badass making such a racket. Moving slowly so as to not wake John, she moved to sit at the edge of the bed while she took stock of how she felt. Actually, she felt fantastic she realized. Sure she was a tad-bit sore, but she smiled at the thought of what they'd done that got her sore. AND what they'd hopefully do some more of later. A huge grin lit up her face at the thought of having John Reese all to herself for an entire weekend. But, first things first she thought, reaching for a robe and padding into the kitchen. Joss picked up her phone and made some quick arrangements before she started gathering the ingredients to make them both breakfast.

Joss quickly whipped up almost an entire carton of eggs, knowing from firsthand experience with Taylor, just how much a man could eat. She was just about to cook them when she felt herself being pulled back against a hard warm chest.

"Where did you go beautiful? I was hoping to wake you up again and take shameless advantage of you." John reached down and moved her hair to the side so that he could kiss her neck.

"Mmm." She said as she reached up and over her head, cupping the back of his as he nipped at her neck. She then turned around in his arms and placed her hands on his bare chest, tangling her fingers in the sparse silvered hair and leaning up to kiss him. "Well then perhaps I should be the one to take advantage of you." She smiled playfully and slid one of her hands down his body.

"Oh!" She gasped to find him already willing and eager.

"And just how do you think you could take advantage of me, Joss?"

"Like this…" She purred and grasped him in her hand while moving closer and giving one of his nipples a hard lick. "And this…." She moved her hand to the tip of his iron hard length and rubbed her thumb over the pre-cum that was already forming there. She used it to lubricate her hand a bit and began moving in a steady rhythm up and down his shaft. "Or maybe this…" She lightly bit the nipple closest to her and she heard him gasp. She continued to stroke him faster while she covered his chest in kisses and occasionally licked or bit a nipple. He groaned several times and every time he did, she felt the vibrations from his chest against her lips and they seemed to travel all the way down to her sex which was becoming wetter and wetter.

"Joss….Joss…" He gasped out, "Joss, stop. I don't want to come in your hand." She moaned a protest as he reached down and stilled her hand. As soon as he had her hand removed from him, he backed her up until she was up against the fridge.

"I didn't say we'd stop Joss. I'd just rather bury myself in this gorgeous body of yours." He slipped the robe off her shoulders and it pooled at their feet. "Put your hands above your head, grip the freezer edge and don't let go or I'll stop." He instructed her as he picked her up, pushed her hips against the fridge at her back and slowly lowered her down his thick, hard length.

When Joss did what he told her to and placed her hands above and back, her breasts jutted out in front of her. "Ah, just what I wanted." He growled. "I can't get enough of these beautiful breasts of yours, Joss. They remind me of smooth milk chocolate that just melts in your mouth." He latched onto one of her nipples and drew it into his mouth while teasing the end of it with his tongue. He then drove up into her, seating himself all the way to the root. Joss's body was swamped with pleasurable feelings and she tilted her head back and pushed her chest further into him.

" . .baby?" John asked in a low whisper, punctuation each word with a hard thrust up into her.

Joss felt herself tightening desperately around him as he pushed inside or her. "Yes, oh yes! Harder John, harder!" She gasped out and whimpered as his thrusts became more forceful yet. So forceful that she could hear the bottles and jars rattling around in the fridge. But his thrusting felt so wonderful as he hit the end of her over and over, that she came in the next minute and all other thoughts became obliterated as she was lost in the sensations. Her orgasm seemed to go on and on as he suckled her breasts and possessed her repeatedly with his thrusting that she came once more before she felt the gush of heat between her legs that signaled his release. He continued to make progressively smaller and smaller movements inside her as he finished off his orgasm. They were both hot, sweaty and gasping as they came back to each other.

"You can take advantage of me like that anytime, John." She smiled, rubbing her hand against his cheek and the stubble she felt there. He just smiled and then lowered her down.

"I think you were making breakfast for us? I'm famished so get to it woman!" He slapped her lightly on the ass and she squeaked. He laughed and made to do it again but she slapped his hand away.

"So much for your lightening, CIA moves Mr. Reese." She giggled. His eyes took on a naughty gleam and he stalked towards her. Her eyes widened and she backed away. He made a growling noise deep in his chest and she whirled around to run but a hand snaked out and pulled her up against him in one quick motion.

"You better be careful Detective or I'll show you just how fast I can be." His voice rumbled in her ear as he pressed his hardening arousal against her back.

"I thought you were hungry Mr. Reese. Now go put that thing away before you poke somebody with it!" She shook her head in mock indignation, picked up her robe from the floor, put it on and moved back to the stove to continue fixing their breakfast. When she glanced coyly over her shoulder at him he grinned at her and then headed back to the bedroom.

They ate breakfast in comfortable silence, each glancing up occasionally and exchanging a shy smile. When they were both finally done, John got up and took both plates.

"I'll wash since you did the cooking…and twice now without the need of a fire-extinguisher!" He teased. Joss tried not to smile, tried to remain stern in fact, but she couldn't hold back the giggle for long. John leaned down and gave her a quick kiss.

"I love hearing you laugh Joss. It makes me feel so peaceful and happy." He then went into the kitchen and she could hear him turn on the water. Joss just sat there, stunned at his words. If anyone deserved a bit of peace and happiness, it was John Reese. It just amazed her that she was the one who was able to give it to him.

A few minutes later, John came back out of the kitchen and asked, "Do you mind if I take a shower and then see about hunting down something to wear?" Joss just nodded and smiled to herself.

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John had just stepped into the shower when there was a knock at the door. While Joss was pretty sure she knew who it was, she picked up her gun from the table by the door just in case. She cracked open the door and sure enough, a man stood on the steps with an armful of suits, shirts and slacks and a bag of what she figured were underclothes. Joss reached out and grabbed them, thanking the man and closing the door. Her lips curled into a bit of a smile as she hung the clothes up in her bedroom closet. Her smile grew as she saw the lavender shirt. She remembered clearly the day that she met John for the first time at the Lyric. She'd fallen for him then and a little bit more every day since. Joss removed the plastic around the shirt and then her robe. She slipped on the lavender shirt and buttoned it down the front leaving the top two buttons open so that the front gaped open just to the upper swell of her breasts. She sauntered across the bedroom to the bathroom and leaned against the door frame and waited for John to come out. She didn't have long to wait. He switched off the water and slid the shower door open to walk out….and stopped dead when he saw her.

Joss gave him a little seductive smirk and said, "I think I found something for you to wear." He gave her a heated look but still did not move. She sashayed towards him, grabbed his hand and pulled him forward. "Come into my parlor said the spider to the fly." She whispered huskily and reached up to bring his mouth down to hers. She took charge of the kiss sucking his tongue into her mouth, slowly savoring the taste and smell that was John Reese. Her hands were also busy, running down the front of his chest and back up again, her fingernails causing him to shiver as they ran across his lower abdomen. The more they kissed, the more she reveled in the fact that he was really here with her, this man she'd been fantasizing about for months. After several minutes of kissing, Joss pulled away and looked up into his eyes and felt herself drowning in the deep blue pools filled in equal measure with passion and tenderness.

"I don't think I'll ever be able to wear that shirt again without thinking of you." He said, cupping her cheek and caressing her. "Did I ever tell you how many times I wanted to reach out and touch this beautiful face? There were times I had to practically sit on my hands. And this beautiful mocha skin of yours, I longed to run my fingers over it to see if it's as silken as it looks." As he said the words, his fingers gently ran down her face and neck to where the buttons opened on her chest. He undid one more button so that her breasts were exposed. "And these lovely breasts you try and hide under those vests you wear. How I longed to cup them, to see how they would fit in my hands."

Joss sighed as he did just that, her breasts filling his large hands perfectly. "Or these lovely chocolate nipples." He teased them with his thumbs and the feeling shot directly to her sex. "I've longed to taste them, more times than I can count." Joss let her head fall back as she felt the soft glide of his tongue over her nipples before he began sucking on one, his cheeks hollowing with each strong pull. He took his hands and pushed her breasts as close together as he could so that her nipples were near each other and his mouth could switch so quickly from one to the other that it felt as if he was suckling both at the same time. Joss's hands reached on either side of his head and her fingers ran through his wet hair, mussing it.

After a few minutes, John spoke again in between nipping her neck. "I wish I could tell you how many times I fantasized about these moments, about being able to show you how much I care." Without warning, he reached down and swept her up in his arms. "For so long, I've wanted to have the right to pick you up and carry you to bed and make love to you." John strode through the bedroom to her bed and lay her gently down. He moved over her on the bed and leaned down to kiss her, worshipping her lips with his own.

He finally had to stop so they could both take a breath and she spoke softly, "I've wanted those things too John. I'm still having a hard time believing that you're here and that you've felt the same way about me as I've felt about you. I was going crazy thinking I was the only one."

John's entire face lit up with a smile at her words. "My sweet Joss, let me show you how I feel about you." He gave her several deep kisses and then moved onto her earlobe and drew it into his mouth. His gentle sucking and nibbling had her body tightening deliciously. She felt her breasts grow heavy with desire as the sparse hair on his chest rubbed against her nipples. His mouth moved to the other ear and gave it equal attention before slowly moving down her neck. Everywhere he kissed and licked, her skin felt as if it was on fire. His mouth was just about to reach her breasts when he pulled back and slid further down her body, all the way down to her toes. He kissed each one in turn and then took her big toe and bit down on the pad of it. She couldn't help but gasp as the sensation traveled up her spine and down again to that place between her legs that was getting wetter and wetter. He moved from her toes to the instep of her foot and ran the rough edge of his tongue up and down. Joss couldn't help but squirm and she heard a deep chuckle from John at her reaction.

Taking his time, John proceeded to lick, suck and nip her all over her body, sensitizing every bit of exposed skin. He then bared the shirt wider and cupped her breasts, rubbing her pebbled nipples until she was panting and gasping out her desire.

"I've come to realize how much you love me touching you here Joss and I have to say, I love tasting you here just as much." He lowered his head and laved each hard peak before drawing one into his mouth. Each deep pull elicited a moan from her and before she knew it, the tension inside her snapped all at once and she called to him through her climax.

"I've got you, sweetheart." He reassured her.

Joss finally floated back to reality and felt the hardness of John's arousal against her belly. "It's your turn baby." She whispered to him. "Take me now, I'm yours."

"Yes, you are mine Joss, always." He promised and positioned himself at her entrance. "And this, this is mine." He sank into her heat slowly, inch by inch.

"Yes, yours." She gasped out as she reveled in the feeling of being incredibly full.

"And I'm never going to let you go. Once something is mine, I keep it…cherish it….and protect it." He spoke in a low seductive rumble and withdrew slowly, dragging his thick, hard shaft against her too sensitive nerves. He slid home again and again, not increasing his pace but relentless in his drive nonetheless.

"Oh Joss, you were made for this! You were made for me. You're so tight and hot. You fit me like a glove." He groaned repeatedly as he pushed himself inside her agonizingly slow, inch by pulsing inch.

Finding his erotic words and actions arousing a deep hunger in her body, she began to writhe underneath him. "John, John…"

"I know baby, I know." He whispered in her ear. "But I want us to enjoy this moment with each other. I want you to remember what it feels like to have me fill you completely. I feel like a whole person when I'm buried inside you like this."

He continued his sweet, slow assault on her senses for several more minutes until she cried out, "John please, I…I need to come, please let me come…"

"You will baby. Hang onto me now." He told her. She reached her arms up and gripped his biceps as they strained to keep him above her. He shifted then until she was positioned so that she was open enough to take his entire length to the root. He began thrusting strong and sure until he was hitting her very core, until the pressure on that one throbbing spot inside her became too much to bear. She felt an explosion of pleasure radiate outwards from that spot and overwhelm her completely. Even as her orgasm took her, she could hear John crying out in the depths of his.

They both took a while to come back down and Joss realized she wanted to make slow, sweet love to this man over and over for the rest of her life. She tried to push away the thoughts of the dangers of their jobs, the impossibility of being seen together in public as a couple, of all the different people who were after John. She wasn't ready to face all of that and when John drew her into his arms, she went gladly, shutting out the rest of the world and focusing only on the man whose strong arms were making her feel so cherished and loved.

After several sweet kisses were exchanged, they lay down facing each otherand told each other stories of their childhood for several hours. Joss had many more happy memories than he did but they both enjoyed this time getting to know one another better. Eventually, realizing they were both famished, they called and ordered Chinese and had it delivered so that they didn't have to get dressed or spend a moment apart, keeping up appearances.

When she was done, Joss yawned and then looked at John sheepishly. "I think I need a nap. Someone kept me up almost all night long with his shenanigans."

John's eyebrows shot up. "My shenanigans?" He spoke in disbelief. "And just who do you think left these?" He asked, pointing to the lines up and down his back that she'd made with her nails.

Instantly she looked contrite. "I'm so sorry. Do they hurt? Should I try and bandage them up?"

"No Joss, they're fine. Besides, I think of them as badges of honor. I made you forget what you were doing so badly, made you enjoy yourself so much that you just couldn't help yourself." He smirked at her.

Her only answer was to roll her eyes. She reached over, took his hand and walked with him into the bedroom. The thought of sleeping in her bed without him was inconceivable.

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As Joss opened her eyes, she realized that the place beside her in the bed was empty. She sat up quickly with concern but then caught sight of John on the far side of the bed, sitting in a rocking chair and watching her.

"You have the most peaceful, beautiful face when you sleep Joss." He said huskily to her. The tone of his voice had her body instantly aware of his.

"How long have you been there watching me sleep?"

"Long enough. Come here Joss." His words rasped against her senses and she almost moaned, knowing what was coming.

She rolled off the bed and approached him, her eyes darting from his, down to his lap and back again to his face. Just below his eyes, she could see the sharp planes of his cheekbones flushed with a burning need that was mirrored in his eyes. Her body clenched deliciously as she realized that this time, there would be no slow, gentle loving.

"Stand here and take off my shirt. It doesn't belong to you." He spoke severely and she quickly did as he said, anticipation hurrying her fingers.

Once she had the buttons undone, she let the shirt drop to the floor. She wasn't self-conscious at all, she knew what looking at her body did to him.

"Now, cup your breasts and play with your nipples as if it were my hands." She hesitated, a bit embarrassed to be touching herself in front of him.

"Do it Joss." He growled.

She did as he told her to and used her thumbs to bring her nipples to a hard peak. "Now, pinch them Joss, just like I would. That's it. Harder." He encouraged her, his voice getting thicker with desire. "That feels good doesn't it baby? Pull them too. More." She moaned as she pinched and pulled her nipples just to the point of a pleasurable pain. "Keep going, imagine it was me, show me how you'd like me to do it to you." Joss continued pleasuring herself for several minutes before he called a halt to it.

"Now Joss, I want you to take your fingers and reach down. Are you wet for me yet?" She took a deep breath and nodded. "Good. I want you to take your fingers and rub your clit. Rub it in circles but you can control the pressure. You're going to keep doing it until I tell you to stop but you are NOT going to come. Do you understand me? I want to have that pleasure."

Joss couldn't believe she was doing this. She'd never masturbated in front of anyone before. Sure, there were those nights when her bed felt especially lonely but… As the pleasure built in her, she forgot all about being embarrassed. She swiveled her hips in unison with what her finger was doing, working herself up into a frenzy of need. She felt herself getting close and slowed down her movements to try and control the feelings.

"No, don't slow down Joss." He barked. "And don't come or I won't let you have this." He gestured to his lap where she saw his erection jutting out thick and proud. She whimpered but once more picked up the pace. Her lips parted and she began gasping for breath as she tried to stave off her impending climax. A few more seconds and she knew she wouldn't be able to hold back.

"Stop Joss. Now come here. It's time to reward you." He gave her a little smirk and it shot right down to the core of her between her legs. She walked closer to him and as soon as she was within arms' reach, he turned her around and faced her away from him.

"Ok, I want you to take me this time. Sit down on my lap." He tilted his hips forward so that his hard, erect penis was extended upwards. Joss slowly lowered herself onto his lap and with a hiss of indrawn breath, she pushed herself onto his first couple of inches.

"Oh Joss baby, you feel scalding hot around my cock. I want to be buried further inside you." Joss gripped the arms of the rocking chair and pushed in a few more inches. She wanted to take him all the way to the root but he was so hard… She inched downwards a bit more.

"Joss…you're killing me… I need to feel you. I want to feel that silken sheath of yours around me!" He groaned.

Wanting to give him what he was begging her for, she took another deep breath and swiftly impaled herself onto him all the way. She cried out as he pushed in just past her limits.

"Oh God! Yes!" She heard John shout. She waited a few seconds to get used to having him so deep inside her before she used her arms to push herself up as if she was getting out of the chair. She moved up until she was almost completely withdrawn before sitting back down. She moved up and down on him slowly at first then gradually picking up speed and impaling herself more quickly and forcefully. She forced several groans of pleasure from John as she took his pulsing, throbbing length all the way in only to pull away from him, her inner muscles clenching eagerly around him.

"Joss, oh Joss! I can't believe how hard I am inside you! Do you feel it baby? Do you feel what you're doing to me?" In answer she just moaned but it quickly turned into a scream of pleasure as he used the force of the rocking chair to drive himself up into her depths. Over and over she moved up and down his length, wild with the need to ride him while he rocked back and forth, using the chair to increase his force and penetration. It made Joss feel as if she was going to be split into two and she loved every minute of it. It wasn't long before they were both screaming out their release, Joss so full of him that copious amounts of his hot essence flooded out of her because there was simply no room, no crevice left unfilled by him.

John recovered first and picked her up, striding into the bathroom. He sat her on the vanity and wet a washcloth before cleaning them both up. Joss smiled tenderly at him and he returned the smile, reaching up to briefly caress her face.

"I can't believe someone as smart, beautiful, honest and tough as you are wants to be with someone like me, Joss." He said quietly.

She frowned at him. "What do you mean someone like you, John?"

"We both know how broken I am Joss, how much of a killer I am. If you knew even half of the things I've done, you'd be disgusted." He looked down, not meeting her eyes.

"Hey! We all make mistakes John. And even I've made mistakes that have gotten people killed."

At that, John looked up and into her eyes with a puzzled look. "The important thing is that we regret those mistakes and make up for them in any way we can. Come here." She said, taking him by the hand. She led him back to the rocking chair and told him to sit down before taking a seat in his lap, her legs hanging over the side of the chair and her head resting against his chest. He enveloped her in his arms and she sighed, snuggling closer to him.

"I don't like hearing you calling yourself a killer. Did you kill? I'm sure you did. But the difference is that you did it because your country asked it of you, you did not do it because you took joy in the killing." She paused to let that sink in. "And John, you have to stop putting me on a pedestal. I'll never be able to live up to that and it'll destroy both of us if I try. I'm just a woman who's made mistakes, same as you."

One of his hands began stroking her back soothingly and she closed her eyes in bliss and happiness. He finally broke the silence. "Will you tell me about your ex-husband?"

"There's not too much to say there. We thought we were madly in love, got married young, and we both joined the Army. We didn't see as much of each other after that. But at some point during that first year, I realized I was pregnant with Taylor." Joss took a deep breath and began to draw circles on his chest next to her head. "I was ecstatic. Michael, not so much. He thought it was too soon." John gave her a quick hard hug before his fingers returned to stroking the curve of her spine.

"It was alright at first. He wasn't home much and I was even deployed once. My mom took care of Taylor while we were both away. But then, Michael came home for a six month leave and I could tell he'd changed. His eyes were haunted. He often yelled at me, seemed very irritable but I brushed it off as him readjusting to normal life. But when he started yelling at Taylor, I knew that was it. I left him. It was the hardest decision I had ever had to make. I still loved him despite what had happened, or at least I thought I did. I can see now that it was the old Michael I was still in love with, not the man he'd become."

"I wish I'd been there for you, been able to take some of that burden off your shoulders." He said, kissing the top of her head.

"Well I'm not. It was those years that shaped me into the woman I am. I had to go through that hardship to realize that I was a strong person, stronger than even I thought possible." She paused for a few moments. "John, that night that Bottlecap…."

"Don't say it Joss. I hate remembering how you looked on the ground, gasping for air."

"But don't you see? That was when you told me I wasn't alone. I suddenly realized that maybe, just maybe I might have met someone who I could trust to have my back. Snow sidetracked me for a bit and I'm… I'm really sorry about that. "

"Joss…" He growled warningly.

"Ok, ok. But once I was sure I could trust you…it was such….such a relief you see. I've been fighting this fight alone for so long, have had to be tough and strong for my job as a cop or as a mom for Taylor…" Her voice wavered. "But with you.." She whispered. "…with you I can just be Joss, the woman. Knowing I can let go of my burdens when I'm with you…John, I don't think you realize how important that is to me. I can't thank you enough for giving me that."

He squeezed her tighter and spoke. "Yes Joss, I would like to be there for you and for Taylor if you'll let me. I want you to feel like you can let go with me; that you don't always have to be in control and in charge. I can't think of anything I'd like more, actually." He whispered into her hair.

Joss looked up and smiled at him and he leaned down to kiss her ever so softly. "Well, just so long as you don't get completely used to it mister!" She teased. "And only here, only when we are together like this. In everything else, I want you to realize we're equals. That's the only way I can do this John."

"I know Joss. I can live with that."

She sighed and nodded, glad that they had set clear expectations. "Well, as far as Taylor is concerned, that will be up to him. I know I'm going to have to explain things to him…" She faded off when she heard him chuckling. "What?" She asked.

"Joss, I don't think you'll have to explain anything to Taylor."

"What? Why?" Then her eyes narrowed. "You mean he was in on this whole deception too!

Wait until I get my hands on that boy!" She growled but smiled to show she wasn't seriously mad about it.

"Sorry Joss, but I had to talk to Taylor about all this. Before I thought we could take this next step. If he wasn't on board with this whole thing, I wasn't about to put you in a situation where you'd have to choose between he and I." He smiled. "He was actually pretty enthusiastic about the idea as I remember. I even got a high-five." He smirked and then his face took on a serious look. "You've done an excellent job of raising him Joss. When I told him that we both cared for each other, his first concern was for you."

"Yeah, well it wasn't easy that's for sure!" She laughed and proceeded to tell him about the time that she'd come into his room after he'd had a nap, only to find the crib, the walls and him covered in poop. One story led into another as Joss relaxed in his arms, her head on his chest as she listened to his steady heartbeat and enjoyed reminiscing about Taylor and all his little mishaps. Before she knew it, it was getting dark outside and her mouth was dry from talking so much.

"How about ordering a pizza and watching a movie? Unless you feel like going out for a bite?" She asked.

"No, I'd rather stay here with you and neck on the couch while the movie is on." He said with a smirk on his face.

"Umph." She pretended indignation but was secretly pleased that he wanted to spend as much time with her as she did with him. She stood up and grabbed her robe from the bed. "So what do you like on your pizza?"

"Whatever you like is fine but I enjoy a little meat on mine if you don't object." He too stood up and found a clean pair of boxers in the clothes that Harold had sent over.

Joss gave him a coy sideways look and said. "Yes I like meat, especially sausage."

"I can tell." He smirked back. "It seems to agree with you."

She sidled up to him and cupped the noticeable bulge in the front of his boxers. "Especially this sausage."

"I thought you were hungry?" He asked, pulling her up close against his chest. "Or did you change your mind?"

"Hmm. I think I better eat something before I have any sausage." She laughed and pulled away, walking towards the kitchen. She reached into a drawer stuffed full of take-out menus, looking for her and Taylor's favorite pizza parlor.

"Darn Carter! Do you have enough menus in there?" He asked in amazement.

"What? I often work late and I don't want Taylor to go hungry, so….."

"It couldn't be due to the fact that you can barely cook can it?"

"Hey! I can cook just fine!"

He just raised an eyebrow at her. "Ok, I can cook some things fine." She huffed.

John chuckled and gave her a quick kiss. "One of these days, I'll have to make dinner for you and Taylor, show the poor boy what real cooking is like." In reply Joss playfully punched him in the shoulder.

"Whatever." She turned her back on him and picked up the phone to order their pizza. When she was finished, she asked him what movie he wanted to watch.

"Doesn't matter to me. I don't usually have a chance to watch a movie so whatever you pick, I probably won't have seen it." It took awhile for Joss to find a movie she thought they both might like. She finally settled on the Blind Side and asked him to grab two beers from the fridge. Ten minutes later, they were snuggled up together on the couch, eating pizza and drinking beer, while watching Sandra Bullock act out the true story of a woman who saw something in a boy that everyone else had written off.

About halfway through the movie, Joss felt one of John's arms around her brush the side of her breast. She smiled a small smile but ignored it. Several minutes later, John leaned forward to grab his beer from the coffee table and his hand ran down her leg as he stretched. This time, she didn't react at all, at least not on the outside but inside, a fire began to smolder. Ten minutes later, John reached down and shifted her legs so that her feet were in his lap. He took one and began rubbing it, never taking his eyes off the screen. As he rubbed her foot, his hand would occasionally rub up her leg, only to return to her foot once more. Each time, his hand seemed to reach higher and higher up her leg. The pleasurable sensations his touch caused had her clamping her thighs tightly shut before she got too carried away. Meanwhile, Joss used her feet to 'accidentally' brush up against the swelling in John's lap that seemed to be growing larger and larger. Each time she did, she felt it jerk against her foot. Finally, John shifted her again, so that her feet were no longer in his lap but rather her back was up against his side with his arm draped around her shoulder where it rested against the couch.

They sat like this for about ten minutes before Joss felt the hand of the arm that had been comfortably resting on her shoulder move slowly downward. His hand gently snuck into her robe and cupped her breast. Joss once more pretended not to notice and kept her eyes on the screen but after fifteen minutes of his squeezing and playing with her nipples, she started to breathe heavily. Her own hand moved over and began rubbing him where there was an obvious tent in his boxers. Still, both refused to acknowledge what was happening as their hands began to roam freely over each other's bodies. Joss was stubborn in her attempt to hold out longer than he did but it was a nearthing as his fingers found and began to manipulate her clit. Just as she was about to cave and beg him to take her, she heard a growl from his chest and he pulled her into his lap, no longer making any pretense at watching the movie. They kissed deeply and hungrily as all the pent up sexual frustration was released. Breaking off the kiss, John once more shifted her, this time so that she was straddling his lap. He gently lowered her head and shoulders down until they rested on the coffee table along with her back. He brought her legs to rest up on his shoulders and using his hands to hold her rear aloft, her sex was spread out in front of him. He wasted no time in diving down and licking her from cleft to clit. He continued to do so, each time increasing the pressure of his tongue and Joss moaned as he feasted on her swollen and sensitive tissues.

"John, John…" she called out, writhing beneath his relentless tongue. His only reply was to increase the pressure still more but without touching that bundle of nerves between her legs that was creating a clawing hunger in her. She became frantic with need and tried without success to push her body closer to that wicked tongue of his but in the position she was in, she could get no purchase. Two minutes later, she felt an incredible vibration against her clit as he made a motion with his lips followed by him sucking on her clit with deep pulls. It sent her over the edge in seconds as her body tensed, her legs shook and she sobbed in relief.

John lowered her back down and pulled her torso up so that while she was still straddling him, they were face to face. Joss grabbed his face in both her hands and covered his mouth with kisses, tasting herself on him but she didn't care, She just continued to kiss him with a breath stealing hunger. She ground her hips into his and caressed his erection with her wet sex.

"John," She said between kisses. "I really enjoyed what we did this afternoon. I want you to take me like that again. Now. Please." She moved off his lap, parting from him reluctantly but she was comforted that in moments, he would be buried deep inside her. He stood up, quickly removed his boxer briefs and pulled the belt of her robe so that it quickly joined his clothes on the floor. She turned around swiftly and he smoothly pushed her down so that she was kneeling on the couch with her body resting on the arm and her ass tilted up towards him. He reached down between her legs, opened them a bit further and ran his fingers up and down her dripping sex. He pushed two fingers inside her sheathe and groaned as they were clenched by her inner walls.

"Oh Joss, you're so warm and wet. I can't wait to sink myself inside you. Hold on baby, this is going to be a wild ride." That was the only warning she got before he drove himself into her, immediately seating himself to the hilt. She moaned at the suddenly overfull feelings and he drew back once more and pounded into her from behind, hitting the end of her quickly and forcefully. Joss moaned in pleasure over and over again as he thrust into her from behind, his balls also thrusting forward and slapping her clit. Each lunge into her drove her further up that cliff, making her insensate with passion and hungry for more.

"Harder, John. I need it harder." She begged him. In answer, his next thrust was so powerful that he pushed her forward on the couch and she screamed his name as he gave her just what she needed. He drove them both relentlessly up that slope to the ultimate release, he shouting out with each thud into her while she cried out in pleasure. Seconds later, they both fell off that cliff together, their bodies shaking with the force of their release.

"Don't…ask…me to…do that again…Joss or you might not….be able to…walk tomorrow." He gasped and gave a low laugh.

"I….wouldn't care. That was amazing John." She said, trying to catch her breath herself.

"Now, I want to make love to you soft and slow." He swung her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom where he did just that twice more that night.

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Joss woke up entangled in John's arms and legs with a huge grin on her face. It was Sunday, their last day together before Taylor came home that afternoon and she was determined to spend almost the entire time in bed with John. She disengaged herself from him and rolled over to get up to go to the bathroom and winced. Wow! She was sore, just as John had predicted but she also couldn't remember ever having this much sex in one weekend, even when her husband had come home after a long deployment. 'I guess I better take it easy today. The LAST thing I need is for Fusco to be shooting me looks across our desks.' She shuddered at the thought and slowly made her way into the bathroom, hoping a good soak would ease the ache.

That's where John found her, twenty minutes later. "Good morning beautiful." He said, standing there gazing down at her.

"Hello yourself. I'll be out in a few and I'll make breakfast."

"No need. I'll handle it. You just relax." He leaned down to kiss her and exited the bathroom.

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Joss came up behind John as he was putting pancakes on two plates. She wrapped her arms around him and rested her cheek against his strong, warm back. "I wish this weekend didn't have to end." She lamented.

John turned around in her arms and pulled her close. "I know but duty calls. Besides, I'm not sure how much more of you my body can take woman!" He teased and leaned his chin down to rest on the top of her head, tucking her in closer. "You smell divine Joss."

"Thanks." They held each other close, both knowing that this would have to end sooner than either of them wanted.

Joss finally pulled away. "I think our breakfast is getting cold."

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After breakfast, in unspoken agreement, they went back to her bedroom and lay down together. They spent several hours talking and touching, holding and hugging one another, both trying to store up these precious moments to sustain them when they were apart.

At one point, John noticed her eyes as they pooled with unshed tears and he kissed her forehead and then her eyelids as she closed her eyes.

"Don't cry, Joss. I don't know if I could take that. At least we know we'll see each other soon and I'll stay with you next time I have a free evening if that's ok with you." She just nodded, not trusting herself to speak. He kissed her face tenderly and then they made love one more time. Slowly and sweetly, savoring each other and this new bond they'd begun to form.