PROMPT REQUEST: japril are trying to have another baby. April gets upset because Jackson won't have sex with her because he feel like it become just about making a baby and the intimacy gone. They fight and then make love!

"Jackson, are you ready?" April asked, entering their bedroom and shutting the door behind her.

"Hum?"

"The girls are asleep now. Are you ready?" She went on, tacking off her pajama pants, leaving them on the bedroom floor and climbing on top of him.

"April, what are you doing?"

"Sex. What else would I be doing?" She sat on top of him and straddled him against the bed. Then, she moved her hands to the hem of his shirt and started rolling it up his chest. "Take off your shirt. Quickly."

"What?" She didn't give him space to say anything else, quickly removing his shirt despite his protests. "April?"

"C'mon, we've got time now. Let's just do it."

"Do you think it works like that? It doesn't." He said, when her hands moved to his pajama pants. "You don't get to say the word and I'm instantly ready to… you know what."

"Oh please, Jackson." She said with a sarcastic tone. "I know you and it kinda does work like that."

"We're not having sex right now." He said, placing his hands on top of hers to stop her from removing his pants as well.

"What?"

"We're not having sex. I don't want to. Not like this at least."

"Jackson?"

"No, I'm not your sex toy." He continued, feeling as frustrated as ever. "I'm not… I want to have sex with you and I love having sex with you, but not like this."

"Jackson, we talked about this. We agreed that we wanted another child. I don't understand what you're…"

"I want another child, just not like this." Jackson cut her off, sick of feeling like she was only using him for sex. She wanted a baby, they both did, but having sex only to make a baby was proving to be too much for him. "I feel like lately it's all about the thought of making a baby… it's all about the sex. And you want to do it fast… like really fast."

"Because we barely have time to be alone now."

"Well, I don't like it." He said, with a slight irritation in his voice. "April, I have feelings. I'm not just a sex toy. I'm not a baby maker machine…I'm not a sperm donor."

"I never said you were."

"You act like I am." Jackson went on. "We've been trying to make another baby and the sex is great, as always, but you don't take the time to be with me, you know?"

"No. What do you mean?"

"I mean, there's no intimacy. You don't take the time to kiss me properly or let me kiss you. I don't touch you anymore… I don't have time to touch, because you want do it so quickly. You're so eager to have another baby that you forget about us."

"We're always so busy. I just thought that it would be easier if we get things done and…"

"Get things done? Who are you and what have you done with my wife?" He asked, not recognizing the woman standing on top of him. She was not like this. Usually she liked to do it slowly, she enjoyed taking her time because it led to a more powerful orgasm. When she was aroused, he knew she felt more pleasure. So, she liked it when he took the time to explore her body and make love to her slowly.

"Jackson, c'mon. Don't be like this. I'm just being practical."

"Gosh, I feel like we're back to that point in our relationship when we only had sex in on-call rooms, you know… quickies or something." He said, rolling his eyes, thinking about those days and how far they had come. He was not going back and right now he was going to give her an ultimatum. It had to stop. "That's it…I'm not having sex with you."

"What?"

"I'm not having sex with you. Not like this." Jackson went on, placing his hands on her waist, trying to move her body. "Not if you want to do it like this."

"Jackson?"

"I'm not."

"Baby! Baby, please… no, no, no…" She quickly said, holding on to him, not allowing him to move her to the side. "Look, I'm sorry, okay. I never meant to make you feel like I was only using you for sex. Okay? I'm sorry."

"I'm on a strike. A sex strike."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously."

"Okay, well…" She said, placing one hand on his face, caressing his cheek with her thumb. "What if we do it the right way?"

"No. I'm not having sex with you."

"Oh, not even if I do this…" April continued, leaning down and placing her lips on his cheek, kissing it. "Or this…" She said, slowly moving her mouth to his neck, where she began to leave a trace of wet kisses behind. "Huh?"

"No, not even if you do…that." He said, closing his eyes, knowing that she had him right where she wanted.

"And what about if I keep doing this…"April went on. Her mouth travelling to his chest, while she started rocking herself against him. "No?"

"Hum, no." He whispered, trying not give himself away that soon. "I'm not having…"

"You're not having sex with me, I know." She said, kissing her way down his chest. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm…" He didn't even had the strength to finish his sentence when her tongue started licking his nipple. "April…"

She smiled when she heard his soft moan. "Still no sex for me tonight?" April playfully asked, feeling how the way she kept rocking herself against him was starting to have an effect on him.

"No."

"No?" She asked after stopping licking his nipple. "Okay."

He looked at her as she took off her shirt, exposing her bare breast to him. Then, she climbed off him, lying on his side.

"I wanted to have sex… try to make a baby, but now…" She said, with a teasing tone. "…now I'm really feeling hot. But since you don't to have sex with me, I guess I'm gonna have to play with myself then."

He quickly lift up his head, smiling, sure that she would never play with herself right next to him just like that.

"What?" She asked, noticing his grin.

"Playing alone is not as fun, you know?" Jackson said, placing one hand on the side of her waist.

"But you're on strike!"

"Well…" He said, before leaning down and catching her lips. The strike was over.