AN: Sorry for the length. It's kind of short :(

It wasn't the non-kiss that was bugging her but the reaction afterward. Joss rolled on one side to the other side and back onto her other side as she struggled to get comfortable to go to sleep. After the non-kiss John's entire demeanor changed. He practically gave her the silent treatment, barely nodding in answer at anything she said. He wouldn't even tell her what was familiar to him in the file. Choosing to stare out her window up at the stars rather than sit and watch TV with her; before asking her where he was going to sleep because he was tired from the night before. She could tell he was lying. She wasn't sure if he knew she could tell he was lying or he didn't care. But she didn't call him on it, but rather showed him to the guest bedroom where he'd be staying, wished him a good night, and he closed the door in her face.

After that Joss had gone downstairs and milled around in her living room angrily surfing for something to watch until she gave up. She called and talked with Taylor for a little while until he needed to go to do homework, then she talked to her momma before going upstairs to her own room where she read a book before turning the light off trying to sleep. But nothing she did to distract herself from the peculiar reaction kept her from obsessing about it. Was he mad that she sent him mixed signals? Because she had wanted the kiss and then stopped it from happening; she was just as much to blame as he was. They were adults and perhaps after they found out who John was and what happened to him they could go from there.

Joss rolled onto her back and glared up at the ceiling as sleep eluded her. "Fucking hell," she whispered to herself. There was no way in hell she was going to get any sleep until she cleared some of the air with John and she needed some damn sleep. She sat up and shoved the covers off her body and stormed to her door. She exited her bedroom and marched to the guest bedroom's door which was between her room and her son's.

Joss lightly knocked on it. "John, I know you're up. I'm coming in," she announced as she grabbed the knob and entered. A different charge was in the air as she saw his silhouette near the window. Moonlight bathed his skin in a milky glow and she could make out that he was stripped down to his boxers as she made her way inside the room. They weren't the smiley face ones but rather the boxers in black with a bunch of bananas on it. He had his back to her and she took note that his arms were folded across his chest and saw that sweet V at the back of his neck that was all John's. She half wondered how it would feel under her fingers.

"You should go back to your room," he whispered.

Joss turned the lamp on and filled the room with light. She blinked a few times trying to let her eyes adjust to the light before allowing her gaze to wander over his rigid back. "I can't sleep," she said dryly, leaving the 'it's your fault' unspoken though felt. He shifted and she could see his profile. He looked good under the moonlight. Shadows kept one half of his face dark and it was quite sexy. But he offered nothing in response and Joss felt her ire rise. "Care to explain your reaction to our non-kiss?" she demanded.

"What reaction?"

Joss scowled as she moved even closer to the man. "What reaction?—give me a break. You are acting like the world is going to end because you almost kissed me."

John turned and she was startled by the flash of anger on his sexy face. It was so damn hot. "I don't care about the rest of the world, I only care about you," he stated brusquely.

She cocked a brow up at that. "Oh yea, so what, you think by almost kissing me my honor would be called into question? John this is 2011 and not the 1920s," she huffed.

"You don't understand," he replied sharply. John could never get her to understand that he was her guardian angel that fell hopelessly in love with her. That with each passing second here he yearned for a lifetime with her; a lifetime of kissing her, loving her, being with her, and it was something he couldn't have. Because he didn't belong here. So he ran away and hid in her guest bedroom and kept trying to remind himself of the real reason he was here. Joss was in danger and he was going to save her. He begged for help from his friends to give him strength to keep his distance but Joss barged right in here and his resolve to stay away seemed to be disintegrating rapidly.

"Then help me understand," she suggested.

"I can't," he whispered as the anger fled and he looked so lost.

She frowned. "No, it's not that you can't but rather you won't explain," she countered as she moved even closer.

He faced her directly. Joss gasped as she recognized the raw and primal hunger in his steady gaze. It was solely for her. She nearly gulped as her body reacted instantly and took a step back, now acutely aware of the fact that she was wearing her little pink satin tank and matching shorts pajamas, and nothing else.

"You really want my help to understand?" he asked lowly, his voice thick with something. Joss slowly took another step back as he took one forward.

"Yes," she whispered.

"I wanted it. I wanted to kiss you more than I wanted breath to live."

Joss lips parted at the admission.

She stopped backpedaling as he closed the gap between them as his arms remained at his sides, but he stared down at her with longing.

John continued; "But you didn't want it and I get it. I understand. But I had to get away and to remember…"

Joss reached up and grabbed his cheeks tugging him down to kiss him. God, he needed to shut up and shut up now. He didn't think she wanted it? How could he think she didn't want it? She only had been battling this thing between them since the night she tried him out as her car's newest decal.

The moment their lips met the fire between them that was smoking and smoldering embers flickering through the air between them ignited, consuming them both. Her eyes slid shut as an explosion of colors erupted behind her lids. Time seemed to stand still as the rapid sound of her heart beating in her ears was the only sound she was aware of. Everything else was hyper-focused on John. She felt an infinitesimal tremble shudder through him as he remained motionless but it was enough to spur her on to deepen the kiss. Joss sighed as she let her lips move persuasively on his to coax him to participate. It didn't take much as he kissed her back desperately. His strong arms encircled her waist hauling her soft body against his hard one. And oh he was hard alright if the thick bulge poking her belly was any indication. Someone was sleepless for the same reason she was.

It had been so long since anyone desired her in such a basic way. She deepened the kiss as she pulled him down more so she could kiss him better. Her hands slid into his hair and moaned as it was as soft as it looked. Joss had meant to just kiss him for his sake—and hers too—but end it after a quick taste. But the more he gave the more she took and the harder it was to remember why she shouldn't be kissing him. The sensations he induced were intoxicating and arousing; eating away at any and all reason to end this. His mouth eagerly opened wide and the moment their tongues clashed, played, and explored; it felt like the world flipped on its axis. Her knees went weak as a sharp spike of pleasure spread through her.

John couldn't get enough of her as he let his hands glide down to her heart-shaped butt and tug her against him harder, enjoying the friction it caused. She fit against him perfectly. Joss was so feminine; he moaned as he felt like he was on sensory overload as all he felt, saw, heard, and smelled was Joss. He lifted her up so he didn't have to bend so much as it felt like she dipped lower and her shapely legs wrapped around his hips and her arms draped around his neck; his throbbing erection pressed against her womanly center inciting a carnal need for more than just her kiss. His mouth roved over hers hungrily as a powerful wave of pure longing crested inside him.

As she got completely lost in the scorching passion between her and John; he wrenched his mouth free of hers as he held her in his arms with hands grabbing her butt and stared at her. Joss swallowed hard as she wanted this to go on and further more than anything she ever wanted before. It was so wrong, he didn't even know his name, but why did it feel so right? It felt so right to be held in his arms like a cherished piece of treasure, to kiss his lips, and feel his skin on hers. Joss stared into his handsome face; into his dark as sapphire eyes that were blazing with desire. His lips were wet and she no doubt knew her lips were equally wet and swollen.

John didn't say a word as he carried her out of the room. Their eyes glued to each other's as he entered her bedroom. All they'd have to do was just move some clothes and he'd be inside her where she was wet and aching for his hard and straining cock. She could feel it pulsating against her. It wouldn't take long to climax for either one of them.

He carried her as if she weighed nothing at all and he set her down on her bed gently, like he was afraid he'd break her if he didn't. And then stepped back and her gaze fell to his crotch, bulge evidencing his desire for her. "Goodnight Joss," he whispered roughly before turning his back on her.

Joss stared in utter disbelief as he closed the door gently behind him, leaving her alone in her bedroom. Her body thrummed with need and he just…left. She flopped backwards on her bed and cursed his name.

AN: Nothing like some good ole' frustration for these two.

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