AN: I don't have much time to write lately, so I'm sorry for my irregular postings and probably unedited chapters. But, still enjoy!
When the two had arrived in their hotel, Atticus said he'd go to the bathroom for a fresh up. "Take your time, honey," Jean told him sultrily. When he got back, he found Jean on the bed, wearing a light pink, short nightgown with a deep décolletage. She laid in a sexy pose on the bed, fingering the long pearl necklace she was wearing. "Wow, honey," Atticus said, catching his breath. "Turn around," Jean spoke, "and dress down." Atticus looked puzzled at her, but did what she said. When he had stripped down fully, Jean told him to turn around and come to her. She hadn't told Atticus, but she loved the sight of his bare behind. Atticus walked to her, and Jean shifted a little so that he could lay next to her. As soon as they lay onto their sides, looking into each other's eyes, Jean kissed Atticus. They kissed for full minutes. When they stopped for air, Jean started stroking Atticus chest, then, her hands roamed all over his body. Atticus moaned. He reached for Jean's chest area, but she got hold of his hands. "Patience, dear." She let her hands go over his thighs, and Atticus almost got crazy. "Honey..." he grunted. Finally, Jean allowed him to take her nightgown off. Atticus was happily surprised to see she was wearing nothing underneath it, and caressed her body. When they both were ready, he moved himself on top of her. While they made love, they made noise. After, finally, they stopped their rhythm, Jean laughed and told her husband she was glad they were alone, not with their children in surrounding rooms. Atticus laughed as well, and enjoyed the feeling of her hot, sweaty hair and cheek on his heaving chest. He stroked the back of her head and told her he loved her.
When Jean woke up the next morning, she did so to an empty bed. Atticus had already run off to the state legislature, he was having an important meeting. They would not see each other again until tonight. Jean spent the day shopping. She went to visit an old friend and tried to find her way around town. The day passed by quickly, and she was waiting at the hotel when Atticus came back. He greeted her tiredly and said he didn't feel like going out too late again like yesterday, but...he had managed having a day off tomorrow. They would have all the time for themselves. Jean was happy to hear so. That evening, they went to an restaurant Atticus often went to when he hadn't met Jean. The staff still remembered him. When they had gotten their food, Atticus told Jean that he missed their children, only a little. Jean responded with a "Do you? I do not, at all. I'm way too much enjoying spending time with you, dear." Atticus was surprised at her reaction. "Really, honey? I thought you would be thinking about them all the time. It was already quite a surprise for me that you just left them..." Jean pushed her chair back. "Are you trying to tell me that I'm a bad mother?" she whispered angrily. "That I just leave my children? Let me tell you, you are the one who always runs off to your state legislature! I have made perfectly sure that they're being taken care off, and have you ever done that? No, you just assume I will. Of course I will, but still, Atticus!" "Calm down, calm down." Atticus said, overwhelmed by her reaction. "I didn't say anything of such kind. You're the best mother I could wish for my children. I was surprised, that's a..." Jean pushed her chair further back, and walked away. Atticus made a desperate gesture with his hands to a waiter, who came to his table. Atticus paid the bill quickly and walked out of the restaurant. He didn't see Jean anymore, but decided just to walk to the hotel. He didn't hurry. As soon as he came in, he noticed Jean was already in bed, all the lights were off as well. Atticus sighed and changed into his pyjamas as well. He positioned himself next to her on his side and looked onto the stiff back of his wife. An attempt to wrap his arm around her, was angrily shaken off. Eventually, he rolled onto his other side and fell asleep.
Early in the next morning, Atticus awoke to a call of his name. Jean sat on his side of the bed. "I'm sorry," she said as soon as Atticus opened his eyes. "I overreacted because I actually do miss Jem and Scout. And I feel a bit guilty about leaving them."
"Oh," Atticus said tiredly. "I shouldn't have said it like that, so I'm sorry too. But isn't it very early, honey? I'm usually up before you." "It's five o'clock, dear. But I couldn't sleep." "Well, try," Atticus said. "We can get up in an hour or so. And we'll make a nice day out of it." Jean nodded and climbed over Atticus.
AN: As I already said: I apologize for the mistakes! Somewhere in the next week, I'll publish their day together.