AN: Smut alert...as if you guys didn't know when the rating was upped ;D

Joss slid her arms around his neck letting the crutch fall to the ground without a care and kissed him back, wanting more. He pulled her closer as he deepened the kiss bending his knees a bit.

She sighed as his lips coaxed hers to part and when she did as he wished; she was rewarded with his tongue sweeping deep into her mouth to play with hers. Joss moaned in the back of her throat as she moved forward to get closer to his body in response. He lifted her up so he could kiss her more fully. She fervently kissed him back, matching his intensity, giving as much as she was taking. The real deal beat out her fantasy by a country mile.

Joss kissed his upper lip before angling her head as she readily opened her mouth wide and chased his tongue into his mouth; loving being crushed to his body. The height difference between them was palpable as her feet no longer touched the ground. She loved the sexy little sigh he let out as she licked the roof of his mouth as Joss moved restlessly against him, feeling his growing erection pressing against her. John tasted of a unique blend of peppermint that she saw him swipe from the candy dish in his kitchen and all him.

John pushed free of the kiss, leaving her stunned but still nestled in his arms and looked at her. "I'm sorry." he whispered but he still didn't lower her to her feet, so in her eyes he wasn't that sorry.

She stared at him. "I'm not," she muttered as she grabbed his cheeks and kissed him. Joss welcomed being pressed against the wall of his hallway as he kissed her with equal fervor. Her feet were back on the ground and she gasped but not from pain in her ankle but from the fact that John's knee slid between her legs and pressed against her intimately. It was nearly enough to send her over the edge after the sexy fantasy she just had of him.

She didn't know which way was up anymore because all that mattered right now was his kiss; his all-consuming and encompassing kiss that was setting her on fire from the intense physical reaction although she wasn't the only one having an intense reaction judging from the soft shiver that quivered through him.

He ended the desperate kiss as he held her hips with his hands and leaned his forehead against hers and drew in ragged breath.

Joss stood quietly as her pulse resembled a jackhammer and her heart raced. They both remained silent for a few moments trying to collect themselves.

She lifted her gaze to his; his breath washed over her wet lips. "There is no use denying there is something between us," she whispered, fingering his shirt's hem, longing to touch his warm skin. John leaned his head back and his normally light blue eyes were a dark smoky sapphire color. "But the question becomes: what do we do about it, John?" she asked barely above a whisper. Her lips felt swollen and well kissed. John didn't answer so she continued, "Do we let go of each other right this second, pretend this never happened and we head to our separate beds?"

"What do you want?" he asked equally quiet. "I will not do anything that you don't want."

Joss searched his gaze realizing if she asked him to let her go right this second then he would. "I want you, John, I want tonight." she breathed.

"I want you too, Joss." He moaned helplessly as he dipped his head down and kissed her once more.

He swept her up into his arms as he carried her to his bedroom. Joss found herself on her feet as they fit together as his tongue was deep in her mouth again as their hands roamed to explore. Joss grabbed the hem of his shirt and tugged up. He broke the kiss to pull the shirt completely off before helping her with hers.

Joss fought the strong impulse to cross her arms over her bare chest; self-conscious over the scars that brandished her chest and stomach. The large puckered and angry length of the gunshot wound that nearly took her life sat just under her breasts. The large jagged and ugly scar that took up much of the side of her abdomen from where the shrapnel ripped her apart in Fallujah; then there was the six inch long horizontal scar from her C-section to be given her pride and joy that rested just above her pubic hairline which was visible as her pajama bottoms rested low and loose on her hips.

John noticed her immediate reaction. "Do you think I find these ugly?" he asked gently as he traced the C-section scar first, when she didn't answer him he asked; "What's this one from it is the most faded?"

"It's a C-section scar," she managed to get out as it felt like her throat was constricted.

He smiled softly as he caressed it with his fingertips. His eyes followed by his hand moved to the largest scar. "I'm assuming this is from the land mine in Fallujah." he murmured. Joss couldn't say a word so she just nodded. His hand moved up to the gunshot wound and she trembled. "And this is from those cowards…"

"Yes," she whispered.

John's gaze lifted and she gasped as she saw the lust still radiating in his eyes; he still desired her even after seeing her scars that marred her body. "How can you think I'd find these scars ugly, Joss?—they mean you're a mother, a warrior, and a survivor," he stated and punctuated his statement as he kissed her deeply before bending to press a kiss to her gunshot wound.

Joss fought the burning at the backs of her eyes but failed as tears blurred her vision; so she closed her eyes.

John looked up and saw tears slide down her cheeks; he wanted to kiss them away. He felt something swirl deep inside him as he looked at Joss that had nothing to do with lust. This was different from his time with Zoe; she was different. But he forced such thoughts away; preferring to focus on making her realize she was a sexy and desirable woman even with the scars. He ducked his head, cradling one breast firmly in his warm hands, before he circled her hardened nipple with his warm soft tongue. Joss moaned as her knees buckled from the searing pleasure that surged in her and her tears forgotten. John snaked an arm around her waist and lifted, setting her on his bed following her down as his teasing tongue finally stopped his torment and grazed her aching nipple. She whimpered as his teeth caught the tender peak giving it a soft love bite sending spikes of pleasure to her wet and quivering core.

Joss needed more; she needed skin.

She pushed him back so that he sat back on his haunches. John was beautiful to look at; with eyes darkened from lust, nipples hard, and stomach muscles corded and taut. The rather large bulge pressing his jeans up was impressive but she wanted to see him naked. Joss sat up to undo his fly as she kissed him. His hands rested on her hips gently, letting her do as she wanted. She moaned inwardly as she felt his erection straining against the zipper; she tortured them both by drawing the small metal tab down slowly filling the silent room with the sound of the zipper being undone mixed in with their ragged breathing along with the subtle sound of their lips mating.

Joss let her tongue deep into his mouth just as she slipped a hand under the elastic of his underwear in his jeans and found him warm, twitching, and so damn hard. He was like silky steel; so soft to the touch but so damn hard and rigid. He gasped as she began stroking him; base to tip.

She moaned at the feel of him in her hand ending the kiss to nibble his jawline to catch her breath. He had a wide girth as she strained to wrap her hand fully around the thick shaft. And she got her answer: John definitely had big everything; he had big feet, big hands, and he had a big cock. Joss teased her thumb over the round head of his penis, loving the soft moans he made as he let her stroke him. She felt him shudder as her thumb traced the slit, collecting the drop of moisture she found there, before he removed her hand.

"Enough," he growled lowly before shoving her onto her back, grabbing the waistband of her pajamas and tugged them down; finding her naked beneath them. He was careful to not agitate her injured ankle before he flung her pajama pants on the floor.

John kissed each breast then just above her belly button, before his tongue dipped there, and he proceeded to move downwards until he was tracing her C-section scar with his tongue leaving her gasping and twisting in pleasure. Joss grabbed handfuls of his comforter beneath her as she felt his breath wash over her like a promise of more.

"John…"

"Let me love you, let me show you how beautiful you are," he whispered.

Joss's eyes closed as her whole body surrendered to his soft spoken plea; her thighs parted spreading herself for him. John spread her so he could lavish attention to her swollen clit; he started slow as he licked her lazily once, seeing her reaction. Joss gasped as her hips jerked in response. He settled a hand on her stomach to hold her down and to stroke her soft skin while he caressed her quivering thigh that was near his ear with his other hand.

He acquainted himself with her vulva; exploring her labia, her clitoris, and then her wet entrance where his dick throbbed to be buried in. John dipped his tongue into her soaking wet entrance, tasting her, it was intoxicating, before he licked her again but this time in a zigzag pattern before drawing different shapes and letters on her which elicited a loud cry of his name. Her responses to what he did were so quick and fiery; they went straight to his groin causing him to strain harder against his underwear. It also inspired him to seek a lengthier and louder cry from her. John focused all his attention on her clit: sucking gently before increasing the pressure, loving her cries for more. He let off before repeating his actions again and again but not in the same order wanting her off-kilter and to guess what he was going to do. He could feel her grind against his tongue when he teasingly licked her, hearing her groan of frustration, but he wasn't ready to let her come just yet.

"John," she protested breathlessly when he nibbled on her inner thigh before chasing the sting away with his tongue, her hand slid into his hair and stayed there.

"Yes?" he mumbled as he sucked on a cute little half-moon scar that was no bigger than a fingernail he found on her right thigh. Her knee was another source of angry jagged scars from the gunshot she sustained there and subsequent surgery she must have had to repair it. He would focus time there later.

Joss felt on the precipice of her climax but with his mouth busy elsewhere than where she needed it most; she was left hanging. The heat in her belly was now an inferno, her sex throbbed so hard she could feel it in her pelvis, and fire raced through her veins. "I need…" she begged as she trembled unable to even finish her sentence.

John lifted his head to meet her gaze and she saw the raw lust in his eyes. His mouth was wet from her and he sexily licked his lips and sighed. "What do you need, Joss?" he asked huskily.

"I need to come, please," she whimpered as she squirmed under him as he kept a firm hold of her. She didn't care how she came; she needed relief.

John pressed a warm open mouth kiss to her thigh before settling between her legs and finding her clit with ease and teased her at first before sucking gently with enough pressure that had her gasping. He nuzzled in closer sucking on her clitoris urging her on to an orgasm that she desperately needed, an orgasm he desperately wanted to give her. John inserted a finger deep inside her wet cavern and tickled her vaginal walls and he heard the cries of his name, begging for release; wanting to give it but also prolong it because he loved her taste. John forced a steady rhythm and Joss bucked her hips and he let her.

He moaned as he sucked her, letting the reverberations wash over her and Joss's whole body stiffened just for a brief millisecond before she exploded.

Joss called out his name as the tension inside her snapped and she was soaring as the orgasm erupted inside her, bombarding her from all sides. She clung to the high for several euphoric moments before she slowly floated back down to Earth as John pressed warm kisses to her thighs, then her belly, her breasts, and finally her mouth. He shared her taste before renewed need clawed in her. She wanted to see him naked; she wanted to taste and explore him as he tasted and explored her.

She rolled them over and straddled John, as his jeans clung barely to his hips, while spasms still rocked her pussy. She pushed free of the kiss to trail her tongue down his neck to his chest and bite her way down to his naval. John's groans at her bites caused her to nip harder in response and he gasped in ecstasy. Joss loved the fine hair that tickled her chin and his skin was warm as she nibbled at the patch of skin just above the waistband of his underwear that was visible and taunting her.

Joss sat back and pulled his jeans and underwear down his long legs before discarding them leaving him as naked as she was. And she loved every single bit of John. John's fully erect dick was not just impressive it was also powerful looking as it stood tall and rigid between them. This would be bringing her exquisite pleasure that much she was sure of.

She wrapped her hand around him and John eased his head back, looking up at the ceiling as he moaned. She smiled as he pulsed in her hand; someone was close to the edge.

"Joss, please tell me you are on some form of birth control because I don't have condoms here," he managed to get out, which was a feat all in itself since thinking with her hand wrapped around his dick was not something he figured he would be able to do, let alone talk.

"I'm on the pill, been on it since after Taylor's birth." she reassured before she focused her attention on doing what she wanted and she wanted to get her mouth on him. So she did.

She moaned as she took him into her mouth and began eagerly sucking him. John fought the urge to thrust not wanting to choke her as her mouth took most of him in. And what she couldn't she used her hand to wrap around him and stroke. She cradled his balls with her other hand like precious jewels that had him moaning as she caressed them delicately. He let out a loud breath as her mouth and lips ascended up his cock and she trailed her tongue across the underside of the head of his penis and it was insanely hot. Her tongue focused all its attention there. John moaned louder as she began humming as her tongue stroked him, as she descended back down taking his length back into her mouth as much as she possibly could.

When she sucked him again he had enough. John curled a hand in her hair and forced her mouth off him; afraid if he enjoyed being in her mouth for too much longer than he would ruin this by coming there. She made a sound of protest but he ignored it as he forcefully pulled her up distracting her with a warm kiss, sliding his tongue deep into her mouth which she seemed to like and rolled her onto her back. John's throbbing dick settled immediately at the sweet V between her legs; his tip resting against her slick entrance. John grabbed himself and pressed his tip into her; going slowly because he didn't know when was the last time she had sex and didn't want to hurt her. John wasn't unconscious to his size; he wasn't exactly a small man and he didn't want to cause her any discomfort. He hoped her earlier orgasm left her extremely wet and ready for him.

She moaned as her hips twisted and jerked as he pressed more of himself into her; her body greedily taking him in. John screwed his eyes tightly shut and gritted his teeth as he struggled to not ram himself inside her because she felt amazing but she was so tiny, so tight.

Joss clawed his shoulders because it felt amazing and agonizing at the same time with the slow glide of John's cock as he entered her. She trembled as he filled her finally, completely sheathed inside her. Her eyes opened and found John's half open.

"You good?" he asked gruffly. "I don't want to hurt you, Joss."

"I'm good," she moaned.

Thank god! John began moving slowly, wanting to set a languid pace even though he wanted to pound inside her mercilessly to draw them both over the edge as quickly as possible. But that might hurt her and he wanted to fuck her again later tonight. If he only had one night then he wanted to make it last.

He moved faster when he felt the way her hips moved, matching his rhythm, silently wanting more. John shifted his hands to grab her hips as he drove himself into her over and over again. Her moans were getting to him as their sweat mixed together; he felt his own orgasm surging in his loins as her orgasm rushed her for the second time tonight. She sobbed in his arms as her entire body convulsed as she climaxed hard; her hands strumming her nipples as she leaned her head back crying out in ecstasy. And then he was there, coming right with her, unable to stop himself, stiffening above her, keeping himself buried deep inside her, filling her with his essence.

When at last they both came back to Earth John slumped on top of her with ragged breathing and they lied together holding each other quietly; both overwhelmed by what just happened.

AN: See this is mild smut. More of their night together is in the next chapter.

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