Prompt: Chocolate-Sauce
Rating: M...high M for smut(like half of this oneshot is smut just for those who are casual smut readers or non-smut readers, you may wish to skip this oneshot)
Spoilers: none
Warnings: graphic sexual content, ;D
Setting: post 3x09
Relationship status: established
Sidenote: Thank you SWWoman for giving me this prompt, I had three separate variations of this story, and settled on this one I hope you like ;D
"You're fussing," John murmured as Joss fluffed his pillow again for the millionth time. She glared at him, making him try to hide a smile.
"I wouldn't have to fuss if you didn't get yourself injured every day," she chided as she fluffed his pillow again. He grabbed her wrist, ceasing her attempts to make him more comfortable.
"I'm fine," he said quietly, knowing the real reason for her adamant need to pamper him.
"Yeah well, I'm just used to you getting hurt because of your work, not because you went out to get us take out for our date night and some drunk nearly made you their personal hood ornament." She looked away, hating the burning at the backs of her eyes. She hated crying but thinking about how she almost lost John days ago, hurt her inside. The doctors and nurses had told her John had been extremely lucky, that had he not jumped when he did he would be dead. But with John jumping onto the hood of the car, he went up and over it, and hit the ground hard. John's injuries came from his landing; he ended up with a severely sprained ankle, a dislocated shoulder on the same side, and concussion when his head hit the curb which was why he was in the hospital for three days. He had swelling on the brain, the doctors had been worried. But by the second day the swelling had gone down, and by the third it was gone and his doctors were relieved.
John had been in the hospital for three days, his doctor was going to keep him one more day for precaution, until John had demanded his release forms. She suspected they had been happy to see him go; he was barking at all the doctors and nurses the entire stay. Finch, Shaw, and even Fusco hadn't known how to calm him down when she called in the reinforcements to get John to relax during his hospital stay. He took unhappy and grumpy patient to the extreme. He didn't like being taken care of, nor did he enjoy the strict limitations he was under; mainly bed rest, and no walking without his crutches.
John not mobile and incapacitated from his purpose, meant John not happy.
"I'm outta this bed tomorrow," he declared to her as she re-tied up her hair as it came loose from her ponytail. It had to be due to her running around this apartment! She had taken personal time off from work, a week, which should be enough time to take care of John to make sure the blasted man did as the doctors ordered. It was eight at night, she felt sore and tired, taking care of an extremely grumpy patient these past two days have been trying.
"No you aren't, you were injured thanks to a careless man and you need to rest and recuperate," She explained, deflecting him, walking to their dresser, grabbing an oversized blue shirt and a pair of his boxer-briefs. She quickly rid herself of her clothes, hearing John's sigh of content, and then protest as she put her oversized nightshirt on and his boxer-briefs. She flashed him a smile as he actually pouted with her body covered. They had the same old tired argument they had all day today, John declaring his independence and she caught him twice trying to sneak out of bed without his crutches. Maybe if she walked around their apartment naked, she could get him to do her bidding.
"Now why did you go and do that, Joss?" he motioned to her clothes.
"What? Would you be a better patient if I was your naked nurse, John?"
"Maybe," he agreed with a sinful smile. "There is only one way to find out."
"You are a grumpy and slightly perverted patient, Mr. John Warren," she teased; Warren had been what driver's license that the hospital found in his wallet. Thankfully John had remembered to leave the rest home because it would have been extremely hard to explain why he had about ten different driver's licenses under false names.
"I'm only perverted when you're around." He reached out with his good arm trying to grab her hand, but she sidestepped him. "Oh come on Joss, you tease me with your sexy body and then I can't touch. Don't tease an injured man!" he said before he gave her 'the look.' She mentally steeled herself from it. He didn't bat his eyes, but he implored you to do his bidding when he gave you the look. His blue eyes grew brighter, were big, and he even gave you this soft baby smile on his face. She wasn't falling under that damn spell again; it was how she ended up a half hour late to the stakeout with Shaw and with hay in her hair! She couldn't believe they had sex at a carnival he was working for a number near the petting farm. She distinctively remembered telling him no, until that damn look came her way. She had to endure merciless teasing from Shaw during the whole stakeout, while it took nearly a half hour to pick out all the hay from her hair.
"Maybe if you were a better patient, I'd think about being your naked nurse," she bargained, grinning at the look she was receiving. He wasn't happy he was being told 'no' now and she couldn't help but laugh at his surly look. "Oh poor baby, I have the thing to cheer you up."
"Yes, you do," he agreed as he eyed her in a definite sexual way and she shook her head.
"Not that!"
"Yes that." He agreed attempting to grab her again and she hopped back. "Stop jumping out of the way, I'm down an arm." He motioned to his sling.
"Which is why I'm hopping out of the way," she said with a slight tsk in her voice. Men were all the same, terrible patients. She exited their bedroom of their two bedroom apartment they shared. They both had given up their places when they realized John's one bedroom loft couldn't work, and her place was sort of out of the way for John. Finch had found them this apartment which was way too big, but it was so perfect they couldn't pass it up. Joss re-emerged with her magical cure for John and glared. He was out of bed, with a crutch under his arm and gave her a sheepish look at being caught. "And what are you doing?" she tapped her foot.
"I was going to go look for you."
"Uh-huh, I was only gone for two minutes."
"Longer than that," he countered. "Ice cream?" his eyes lit up as he eyed the bowl she had.
"Yes, but if you're not going to listen to me, maybe you don't deserve ice cream and chocolate sauce." She sniffed, going to turn around and leave the room. "Maybe I'll just eat this by myself."
"Joss, wait…" she grinned keeping her back to him. She knew his weakness, he loved ice cream and chocolate sauce. "…I'll behave myself." She turned seeing he was already sitting back down on the edge of the bed, putting his crutch aside, and giving her a boyish look. Ha, men's weakness was always their tummies!
"You have to behave the rest of tonight," she stipulated as she looked at the bowl. "Or I'm going to eat this myself."
"Scout's honor." She chuckled before walking to the bed, he lifted the comforter up and she climbed underneath it to snuggle next to his warm and strong body. John was only wearing a charcoal colored pair of boxer-briefs. He hadn't bothered to change into any real clothes after his shower this morning, which she had been fine with, she got to stare at his beautiful naked chest all day. John's physique at 40+ age put to shame 20 year olds. He was an athletic man, he worked out and it showed. She dipped the spoon into the ice cream and chocolate sauce getting a hefty amount on it, before lifting it, and she moved it close to John's mouth.
"Open up." She grinned as John's surly look reappeared.
"Joss I can feed myself." Grumpy John was back.
"I know, but I want to do it," she purred. "You might not get naked nurse Joss, but you'll get ice cream fed to you,"She whispered scooting closer, placing the spoon at his lips. He opened his mouth, his eyes on her, and she watched as she placed the spoon above his tongue as he closed his lips around the spoon. She pulled it free from his mouth, watching him, and he sighed contently. She took a bit for herself, before she gave more to John. He attempted to grab the spoon twice from her, which she would not let go, and he finally gave up in his attempts. She quietly fed him the ice cream, he wasn't happy with being fed it, but he was extremely happy getting ice cream with his beloved chocolate sauce.
Joss got an idea, a splendidly wicked idea.
She took the spoon, took a healthy amount of the ice cream and chocolate sauce onto it, and grinned as she held it over John's naked chest, but rather feed it to him she turned the spoon upside down. John jumped as the cold ice cream landed on his chest with a soft splat. She immediately leaned her head down, to lick and suck at the ice cream as it ran across his hard chest.
"Joss," he moaned as she licked the last remaining remnants of the ice cream off his chest. And she made good and sure it was all gone, as she swiped her tongue a few extra times against his chest, licking her tongue across his nipple a few times just in case he had a speck of chocolate there, which hardened under her tongue.
"Mmmm," she moaned as she lifted finally. "This ice cream is good." She agreed, scooping the spoon in the ice cream once more, before allowing it to drop onto his chest again. John flinched from the coldness but not as much as the first time. She pushed his legs apart, settling herself between them putting the bowl where she had been sitting and leaned over his body. She licked her tongue up his abdomen to the point where she felt his rapidly beating heart. She circled her tongue around his flat male nipple that was neglected the first time. John's hot groan was music to her ears.
"I-I thought you said to behave," he moaned as she licked his nipple, catching one in between her teeth. Men enjoyed it just as much as women did. John was no exception, she sucked lovingly on his nipple and he moaned happily. She felt his erection growing harder against her belly. She released his nipple, grabbing the bowl and slopping more ice cream and chocolate sauce on his delectable chest.
"I said for you to behave, I never said I had to," she said with a naughty grin on her face before settling her tongue back onto his chest, licking everywhere the ice cream and sauce were at. John was moaning, his hand in her hair, and she trailed her tongue down, following the ice cream and sauce as it began sliding down his chest. Her lips and tongue danced their way down to the elastic of his underwear. She felt the bulge of his excitement against her chin. Joss licked the skin right above the elastic, as she dipped her fingers under it, and lifted her mouth. She smiled at him as she urged his boxer-briefs down, he helped by lifting his hips slightly. She took great care, pulling his underwear over his injured foot, and threw the unwanted garment onto the floor.
"Joss," he moaned as he reached for her but she shoved his hand away.
"You're my dessert tonight, John," she promised and he groaned as she turned the bowl over and allowed the remaining contents dribble onto his chest. She settled onto his chest quickly as the ice cream flowed everywhere. She wrapped a hand around John's cock feeling how nice and warm he was, which he seemed to enjoy himself if his groan was anything to go by. John's gasp was hot as she licked and sucked at the mess on his chest. She pumped her hand on his now swelling cock, feeling him hardening in her hand, her mouth busy on his body.
She ignored the tug on her hair he gave with his free hand. She knew he wanted to kiss her, pull his stolen boxer-briefs off her, and make love to her. But, she had other plans right at the moment. She tightened her grip on him, feeling his hand in her hair relax and she shoved it away with her free hand. Joss lifted her mouth from his chest.
"Behave John," she lectured.
"How can I?" he demanded and she stroked him, earning her a growl in the back of his throat. "How can I when you have your hand wrapped around my cock?" he shuddered as she nipped his hip, his upper thigh. He watched as a carnal smile filled her face, and she leaned forward, before sucking him into her mouth. "Oh god," he moaned. Her mouth was aggressive as she greedily took his length into her mouth. Her tongue and lips were so perfect against him; he struggled to remember he wanted her to stop so he could pleasure her. "Joss, please."
He moaned her name harshly when she sucked.
Joss sighed as she took him into her mouth, John didn't readily let her go down on him, since he was more into giving than receiving pleasure. But he would relent here and there, which she always enjoyed as much as he did. He was the perfect length and size and he was all hers. He was alive, safe, and here with her. Joss lavished the head of his cock with loving strokes of her tongue. She assaulted him from all sides, loving the sigh he released. Joss sat back pulling her mouth off his cock, loving that he was fully erect for her now.
She eyed him as he blinked as if he was coming out of a haze. "Come here," he whispered.
"Nope, I want you just like this," she answered, holding his cock; she shoved his free hand away before leaning back down, taking him back into her mouth once more. She needed to catch a breather. She wanted to do this to him so badly, she wanted to make him feel good while affirming to herself he was truly alright, and she took him all the way into her mouth which was heaven for him as he moaned loudly, while she prayed her gag reflex wouldn't kick in. John was no small man, so taking him into your mouth fully was no simple feat, and she was a little proud of herself. She swallowed allowing her throat muscles to contract around him, and he let out a shout of ecstasy, so she repeated the action again and again. John's hips surged off the bed, she had to push them down gently. She kept a hand on his wet belly, keeping him deep in her mouth loving his hoarse groans of her name.
She smiled around him, loving that he was giving himself up to the moment, which was what she was hoping for. She slowly ascended, reluctantly giving up deep throating him, settling on licking up his thick shaft. As she reached his mushroomed head she sucked hard, caving in her cheeks using as much pressure as she could just the tip of his throbbing penis, and she was rewarded with a strangled cry from his throat. She could feel him pulsating in her mouth, he was beginning to strain, and she was sure his orgasm was rushing closer. Unfortunately for her, she wanted to keep this going on for a little while longer. It wasn't everyday that John let go and let himself enjoy the pleasure she gave him. By now she'd be under him, him inside her, and she wouldn't get to finish what she started.
She moved her hand off his belly to take a hold tightly on his wrist keeping it to the bed, while her other hand held him steady for her mouth. She removed her mouth completely off his straining penis, going for his inner thigh.
John groaned, his genitals felt on fire, he couldn't breathe, and he felt the familiar tension curling tight in his lower belly. He looked down at Joss between his legs, seeing she was enjoying herself immensely getting to pleasure him and he couldn't even beg for her to let him make love to her. He wanted to pin her to the bed, push into her, knowing she'd be wet, but if she wanted him like this then he was willing to let her. He didn't enjoy being at someone's mercy, especially during sex, but he trusted and loved this woman. John slowly felt himself sliding away from the edge of the abyss, sensing that was what she was aiming for because her tongue found his cock again licking up and down the shaft, before she sucked gently at his balls. "God, Joss." He gripped the mattress beneath him as he shuddered. Her mouth was wicked.
She didn't say anything to him, she was too busy. Joss took his rock hard cock back into her mouth, working him as she descended. She sucked on his cock lightly knowing he enjoyed harder, so she could tease him, but not let him come yet. She wanted to do this to him so badly, she wanted to make him feel good while affirming to herself he was truly alright, and she felt his tip rest in her throat once more, and she swallowed. His strangled sigh was erotic, she felt him beginning to strain in her mouth all over again as she sucked, licked, and swallowed around his perfect cock. She pulled back, hearing him moan in protest. She fitted the tip of her tongue against his slit, licking at the moisture that gathered there. Mmmmm, he was salty perfection. She descended her way back down his long engorged length, lovingly, trailing her teeth against his delicate flesh. John's moans, shudders, and squirming were flooding the boxer-briefs she stole from him with more wetness. She palmed her balls, feeling him begin to stiffen as his orgasm was rushing forward. She wanted to prolong it, but she also wanted him to have it so she sucked him hard.
Joss released his wrist, resting it on his belly, feeling his hips surging up off the bed and she let him. She worked her mouth up and down his cock, waiting for him, and she loved the sharp cry he gave as she fingered his perineum and his cock jerked in her mouth. She felt him shudder, heard his male shout of her name, and she concentrated on sucking on him as he came. She felt a flood of him fill her mouth, so she relaxed her throat, trying to let it just glide down her throat. She stayed with him the entire time, dragging in air through her nose, touching herself through his boxers. Once his orgasm was finally over, she was sad but she slowly lifted her mouth from his limp cock, kissing it softly, and licked at her lips making sure she got ever last drop of John's cum. She hated the taste normally, but John's was different, everything about him was different than any man she ever been with, which was why she loved taking him in her mouth. She just wished he let her do it more often. He tugged her up with his good hand, his mouth on hers, and his good hand literally dove under his boxer-briefs going for her clitoris.
"You're so wet." He moaned after he released her mouth from his. He slid two fingers deep into her easily. She rested her weight on his chest, not caring that there was still some missed ice cream that was going to rub onto her shirt, her hands rested on either side of his head and she sighed as his fingers went to work inside her, his thumb gliding over her wet and swollen clitoris.
It didn't take much and embarrassingly it didn't take long for her to orgasm because she was panting his name in seconds of his fingers fucking her, his thumb circling her clitoris rubbing in a very deliberate manner. She knew how to get him off and he knew exactly how to get her there too. His name was ripped from her throat as she thrust her hips forward, took his mouth with hers and her sex contracted around his fingers. Her orgasm rocked her as spasm after spasm ripped across her sex. He continued his electric touch until the last of her spasms faded. She limply laid on his chest.
"This has to be a new tradition, every time we eat ice cream and chocolate sauce!" she sighed, kissing his chest in happiness. He laughed.
"If we did this every time we ate ice cream and chocolate sauce I'd be dead," he teased.
"But what a way to go," she teased right back and he smiled as he played with her hair. She snuggled into his side, their legs tangled. Her clothes were a mess, John's chest was a mess, and they needed to clean up. But right now she was too languid to move.
"I'm a mess," he whispered, echoing what she was thinking. She lifted her head to gaze up at him.
"Well I could give you a sponge bath," she offered, waiting for the grumpy look to come and she grinned when she received it.
"No, I can wash myself."
"Or we could share a shower, I need to get squeaky clean too, you know," she whispered as she slid from his embrace, yanking her disgusting shirt over her head. He moaned as he eyed her naked breasts. "Maybe we can play naked nurse, washing her patient up in his shower right now." She slipped from him before he could grab her. She pushed his boxer-briefs down, dashing to the bathroom. "Catch me if you can," she winked as she disappeared into the bathroom to start the shower.
She grinned when she heard uneven footsteps seconds later, knowing they were going to have one long ass shower to clean themselves. Maybe she could convince John to have more ice cream and chocolate sauce later tonight, the calcium in the ice cream would help his bones heal, she reasoned. She had just climbed into the shower when John appeared, crutch under his good arm, bad foot off the ground he had rid himself of the sling, and was completely naked. Her eyes strayed downwards and smiled. Yep, she was definitely going to try to get him to eat more ice cream and chocolate sauce later, and when John joined her, coherent thought fled.
AN: Naked-Nurse Joss is at John's service, sheesh I could write a whole series on that alone! But no more ideas, I have too many stories to write lol I have Sooner or Later, Entangled's sequel, Moments installment, a crack Careese fic that was inspired by ravenhusker(like seriously I have to PM you with the whole Careese conversation I expanded on it), then a smutty story filled with extra smut for Nken because you asked so sweetly way back when I posted that Shaw centric story(I haven't forgotten) I have just been sprinkling more and more into it to make it perfect for you, hmmmm I'm thinking I'm forgetting one or two or three...
Anyways thank you everyone for reviewing and reading, as always I do appreciate it.