Chapter 10a
Pocket Rocket
- Deleted Scene -

by Sisterdebmac

Author's Note:
Joan and Adam try to get dressed to go meet friends for a casual Saturday afternoon on the deck of their favorite bar and grill. But other things get in the way.

And even though this does not actually belong to chapter 10 (Naked), we named it chapter 10a because it's a deleted scene and we want to keep the chapter numbering the same for the adulterated and unadulterated version. This chapter stands on its own.

Rated R

Genre:
Pure unadulterated smutty fluff. Not for the weak of heart. Mature Audiences Only!

(For those of you who aren't into this stuff, I apologize for two smut fics in a row. For those of you who are into them, enjoy these because we're smut free for the next three chapters.)

Disclaimer:
They're not mine... blah blah blah. Barbara Hall... blah blah blah. CBS... blah blah blah. With apologies once again to all of the above and to the actors for turning the God show into porn.

"You sure you're OK with what I'm wearing?" Adam asked looking at his jeans, t-shirt and thermal undershirt.

Joan looked back at him as she stepped out of her skirt and sorted through the small, neatly folded pile of clothes she had with her at his house, in his room. "Yeah. We're just going to The Local. You look fine. It's the weekend, sweetie, I want you to be comfortable." She laughed at herself. "Did I just call you sweetie?"

He nodded. "You sure did." He flopped onto his back in the middle of his bed. "Well, I guess I'm all dressed then, except for my shoes, so... I'll just watch you."

She arched an eyebrow at him. "Oh, you will?"

He nodded again.

So he wanted to watch, huh? That was new. She smiled at him and unbuttoned her blouse. Slowly. She supposed he deserved a little reward for waiting patiently while she went downtown for the early morning shift at the disaster preparedness conference her office was involved in.

She slipped the blouse off her shoulders just as slowly and turned from him as it fell away. Clad only in panties and bra, she reached into her little stack of clothing and pulled out a pair of jeans. She turned and laid them on the foot of the bed at his feet. He watched appreciatively as she bent toward him. Her hair fell over her shoulders and around her face, her ample cleavage spilled over the top of her bra and it took his breath away. Didn't matter. Watching her turn around gingerly and lean down to the floor to pick up her blouse from where it fell, with her gorgeous bottom before him, he could barely remember how to breathe anymore anyway.

Joan stood up and turned around to Adam again, delighted to find his face flush and his mouth slightly agape. It thrilled her to see the way he looked at her. When she thought back, she remembered that he had always looked at her with something that approached awe. It was in his art, sure. But she loved those moments most when it was in his gaze, when it was just them, even in a crowd.

She smiled at him and he met her eyes. He put his arms behind his head and kicked back to continue savoring the sight of her.

"Don't you dare break out those bedroom eyes on me now," she scolded as he lay there, giving her his best come hither look.

"What?" he asked innocently, but his magnetic brown eyes never left her.

"Adam, we're meeting people. We've got to stop breaking commitments just because we're... you know..."

"We're... what?" he shrugged, amused.

"Distracted."

"Oh. Yeah, you're right," he conceded.

"And we shouldn't be late either."

"No, we shouldn't," he agreed, not budging, still watching.

He didn't seem to be concerned at all with the reputation they were getting for being one of those couples. The kind that can't keep their hands off each other long enough to maintain an outside social life. And when she thought about it, she wasn't terribly concerned either. If their friends couldn't understand, well, that was their problem, right?

She sighed, and felt a little shiver as she watched him lying there on his back, waiting for her. "Maybe..." she said as she slid onto the bed on her knees, "we could be a little late." He still didn't move so she walked toward him on her knees until she finally straddled his legs. He played along, arms still behind his head as she sat on his lap. "Hey, what's that in your pocket?" she said noting a shape in his right jeans pocket and reaching inside for it. As soon as she touched him, she knew.

But he answered anyway, "Me."

"Oh," she whispered and she smiled, gently caressing him there.

His eyes closed and he bit his lip reflexively. What was she doing to him? He reached up and took her face in his hands and met her halfway for a kiss full of hunger and tenderness that made her head swim. When they had to take breath, his lips went immediately to her throat. She reached around for her bra clasp at the same time he did and between them, they quickly snapped it. He slid it off her, tossed it aside and buried his face in her breasts. She rose up eagerly until he could take a nipple into his mouth and he had to fight to hold her as the swirls of his tongue made her back arch.

He switched to the other nipple and she let out a sharp breath as sensation flooded her brain. He loved how she always made it so clear that she enjoyed the way he touched her. He wrapped his left arm around her and with his right hand, he reached inside her little briefs and found her warmth so inviting. She gasped against him as he stroked her clit between thumb and forefinger and then slipped another finger inside her. He could barely hold onto her as she began to thrust up and down onto his hand. In short order, he felt a tremor roll over her and she said his name. Three times, so quietly.

He was aching now as she kissed his face and smiled at him lustily. She knew it too, so she leaned back and reached for his zipper to release him. He drew a long grateful breath and reached up, over his shoulders to pull off both of his shirts in one quick motion. Then, he turned her to the left and laid her down on the bed. He pulled off his pants and boxers together and tossed them aside as he watched her slip off her soaked panties and drop them on the floor.

Since they no longer needed to bother with condoms, things were really heating up. It was exciting for Joan that Adam now wanted her all the time, the way she had always wanted him. He was instigating as often she did and recovering quicker too. She knew how intense it was for him now, how overwhelming it felt to have nothing separating them anymore. Nothing.

"You are so beautiful," he whispered as he leaned over to capture her lips again.

"Mmmm..." she sighed into him, devouring his kiss, both patience and need for anymore foreplay gone.

And he knew it. By now, they were in sync. He couldn't wait another second either. He had been watching the woman he loved do a private striptease for him, after all.

And now he moaned as she brushed him over her wet center a couple of times before guiding him inside. He started slow, but her hands on his ass told him that was not what she wanted. She wrapped a leg around him and pulled him deeper.

"Oh God, Jane," he breathed in her ear as he sped up and she matched his rhythm. He felt her other leg wrap around him and he almost lost it. He fought to keep himself under control when all he really wanted was to fuck her. Hard. With wild abandon.

"Let go," she whispered to him. He looked at her, puzzled. Could she hear his thoughts? "It's OK," she urged, "I want you to." She met his eyes with intensity equaling his own.

Adam's desire for Joan was making him delirious. His body was taking over the reigns, all thought fading in the distance. He did what she asked, what he wanted.

"Oh yes," she breathed and held on tight. Their staccato breaths rose into an audible rhythm and she smiled at him as they grew ever quicker.

When it was time, he let go.

In that final push before he collapsed beside her, she felt him flood her with the warm rush of his orgasm. She wasn't sure why she so loved that feeling, but she did. When she caught her breath, she reached for his hand and brought it to her chest. "You could do that more often, you know," she said softly.

He pulled their hands back toward him and kissed hers. "Thank you," he whispered.

For a few seconds, Joan wondered what it would be like to be married to Adam. Bonded for life. Could she still see them together five years down the road, ten years, twenty? Yeah, she could. It was an undeniably intriguing thought. She wished they could just lie there for a while so she could entertain the idea. Maybe take a nap, eat something. Make love some more. But people would be waiting for them.

She sighed and looked over at him. He looked so drowsy and he had the sweetest smile on his face. "Are you going to be OK to go out?" she asked as she stroked his exhausted face.

"Sure. Give me five minutes to stop shaking," he said as he kissed her. "I'll be fine. You finish getting dressed and I'll just close my eyes and chill till you're ready." He kissed her again.

She deepened the kiss briefly and left him wanting more, despite the fact that he couldn't possibly handle anymore at that moment. "I love you," she mouthed silently as she backed away and rose to get up. He lay back and closed his eyes, completely content.

While their friends gathered at the funky neighborhood bar and grill known only as The Local, Joan and Adam somehow managed to pull themselves together and get there only twenty minutes later than they'd planned. Still, they both blushed guiltily when they were greeted with sarcastic applause for bothering to show up at all. It was almost enough to make them wish they'd stayed home in bed.