A/N: So, as we saw in Chapter 13, John ended things with Jenny after her nasty comments at dinner, and then came back home to get it popping, finally, with Joss. Now, we have the morning and day after, where, by the end of the chap, John has plans for the two of them to make up for the ruined day before. Basically, this one's about smut, you guys. It is rated M after all. Heheh...
Have fun, kids!
John awakened before Joss to get Bear ready for his walk. The sun hadn't yet risen, but the moon was still out, full and bright, and its light managed to shine through the lowered curtain just enough to bounce magic off Joss' skin. She was lying on her back, her black hair sprawled in wildness across his pillows, her silver hoop earnings visible in its tangles. Her luscious breasts rose and fell with her soft snores. One of her curvy mocha thighs was half entwined in his quilt, half in the heavy blanket, while the other was free of cover, showing off a tantilizing vision of smooth hip, thigh, leg, and delicate ankle. Her toenails were still painted in the black polish that also adorned her fingers and she wore a tiny silver ankle charm, with what looked like the letter 'T' attached to it.
Her doe-eyed lids were soft in sleep, free of tension or worry, and her dainty little nose flared gently as she breathed. Such a sweet, beautiful woman she was. And finally, she was all his.
In all honesty, he shouldn't have ever thought himself to be physically attracted to Joss as he was. She was tinier in height than the women he usually dated, curvier; and she wasn't anywhere near a blonde like Jenni or Jessica. Her sometimes sharp tongue, however, should have really been the thing to turn him off and keep him off, and at first, it almost did. He wasn't in the mood to be interrogated that day the beat cop picked him up after that fight with some punks on the subway, not to mention that anything he said would have been held against him in the court of the CIA. She tried her best to get him to talk, but he wouldn't budge. However, that didn't mean that he wasn't, despite himself, paying close attention to her-her voice, those doe eyes, the way her badge and gun rode up on her hip every time she sashayed her way toward and away from him.
The primal man inside him, the one that found killing easy, even if his rational mind found it a distasteful blight on his soul, most assuredly responded to her natural feminine energy. She was, fundamentally, a very attractive woman, even if not his type-or so he thought. It just took John a little time to get to know her better, to understand her heart and how she deeply cared for justice in her city, to finally put all of those pieces of the head-and-heart connection together.
At this moment, he couldn't even see another woman in this bed now. There was no one else who was supposed to be there. He'd gotten his Joss. She was with him. And there was absolutely no one else he'd rather be with.
He thought about just going ahead with Bear without leaving a kiss, so not to wake her, but he couldn't do it. He just couldn't. A little kiss was his for the stealing. She might not stir; besides, if she did awaken, she could just go back to sleep.
Dressed in his favorite peacoat, cap, jeans and boots, he slowly walked back over to the bed from the dining area, where he had been fitting Bear in his gear and leash, and kneeled at her side. A gentle smile crept across his face as he leaned over, and with a stroke of her cheek, kissed her forehead, then her lips, whisper softly, before rising again.
And much like Sleeping Beauty, she did stir. With a soft moan and an innocent yet arousing twist of her body, she awakened and stared at him, a sleepy, slightly confused look in her face.
"John? What's happening? Where are you going at this hour?"
He stood over her and smiled again. "Hi, baby," he said, softly. "Just gonna take Bear out, run a quick errand, that's all. How's the bed? Comfy? Have a good sleep?"
"Mmmm, very. I can see why you like this. And it's warmer here. Hey...do you want some company? I can get dressed quickly and-"
John stopped her. "No, no, no, you stay here. Sleep more. It's very early, as you said, and I do this with Bear from time to time, these pre-dawn walks or runs. You can take the man out of the military..."
Joss grinned as she straightened and pulled the covers up. "Mmmhmm, this is true. Well, if you're sure..."
"Yes, you stay and sleep. We're good, Bear and me. Besides, you'll need your rest for when I get back," he said with a devilish lilt to his voice and a deadpan wink.
Joss, remembering their coupling the night before, wiggled her body in a play of seduction. "Hmmm, well, in that case, I'll take the suggestion. Though, I must remind you that you fell asleep on me last night. I was promised hot sex all night, and that didn't happen. I was awake for hours...ready for more, John..."
"Well, why in the hell didn't you wake me up? I'd have given it to you."
"Because you looked so peaceful, so untroubled. I didn't want to take that away. Never been able to watch you sleep like that before, next to you. After a while, I was just content to watch you until I drifted off myself."
"Won't happen again, I promise you," he said with an earnest shake of his head, his eyes directly on hers. He meant it. She'd never have to worry about that, ever. He had intended to keep her wrapped in his love the night before, after so long denied. He'd make up for it. Most assuredly.
She laughed and chucked a pillow at him. "It's okay, John, really. I was overjoyed with what did happen last night."
"More where that came from, honey. Much more. But right now, this guy's gotta get out there," he said thumbing at Bear, who gently sauntered over to John, his leash dragging behind him.
"Okay. Bear honey, you be a good boy for John, and I'll see you soon. Back to sleep I go. Be careful."
He leaned over and kissed her again with a grin. "Of course, we'll be careful. We have you to come back to. Wouldn't mess that up for anything."
Grabbing the leash, he called to Bear and the two fellas headed to the door. Upon opening it, John looked back at Joss, naked and snug in his bed, there for him when he got returned, and his heart soared, while his dick began the familiar beat and strain against his belly.
She would most certainly need her rest. Every last bit of it.
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When John returned, he found Joss still in bed, asleep, but she'd apparently gotten up for a bit, because, instead of her previous nudity, he now saw that she was sporting his ARMY tee shirt from the day before, which he'd worn under his cardigan, and which had been tossed on the floor in the heat of desire. Had it gotten cold in the cabin? It didn't seem too bad before he left with Bear, but he had been fully clothed. And it was just the tee shirt she wore.
Keeping his coat on, he quietly took off his boots, and unleashed Bear, who scampered off to explore the kitchen. He was probably figuring that there would have been some sausages cooking with his name on them, but no dice. Still, he wasn't one to give up so easily, and so busied himself with sleuthing out the floor territory near the fridge.
While Bear kept himself busy, John, still in his coat, climbed into bed, partially on top of Joss. His heavy upper body had to make her take notice. And if that didn't do it, the chilly cold of his coat and hands would.
She was out like a light, he noticed, with a grin. So, he decided to gently rock the bed back and forth, his face nuzzled against her cheek to see if that would do the trick. It did. Her eyes flew open and she turned her head as best she could to glare at him, a heavy, sleepy-voiced threat her greeting.
"John Reese, if you don't get your ass off my back, I'm gonna turn you out, but good!"
John exploded in laughter while withdrawing himself from her back. "Why, Detective," he said, in between giggles, "I would only hope that you'll turn me out. Please, please turn me out, sweetheart! You are so beautiful when you're pissed off, you know that, Joss?"
She turned to face him, and sat up, cracking her own smirk at his teasing. "You monster. Lying on top of me, cold and all. What are you trying to do, anyway, crush my boobies?"
"Oh, no, can't have that. Can't hurt my two new babies like that. A tragedy that would be," his smirk was on full power.
"Your babies? Since when?"
"Since last night. I've even thought about naming them. The left baby would be 'John' and the right one would be 'Mr. Reese.' Perfect for my two babies!"
Now, it was Joss' turn to laugh. "You have lost your mind, John! It's all the snow out here. Makes you delusional."
John's eyes darkened, and suddenly, Joss wasn't laughing. He moved over to her just enough to lift the shirt and pull it over her head. "No, I'm not kidding. They're mine, just like the rest of you." He had indeed claimed her, months before, in his mind, in his heart, as they strategized and ran the streets of New York, chasing perps in the shadows, fighting the good fight for law and order. She just didn't know about it. Him giving voice to that secret claim was just sweet icing on the cake.
His gaze traveled from her eyes and slowly crept down to the part of her naked body not covered by the blanket that he'd just revealed. He had a way of looking at her that was a mixture of heated lust, awe, and gentle desperation. She found herself getting hot again, little by little, as he continued to stare. She decided to dare him.
"Well, John, if that's the case...maybe you better come here and claim what's yours." On that challenge, she crawled out from under the covers to lie back atop them. With a rock of her body back and forth like an exotic dancer, she slowed after a moment-and seductively spread her thighs open, wide, to his view. Her moist heat beckoned him further, as she slowly writhed her lower body in rhythm, while her hands and fingers found her clit and began to stimulate herself.
John sat at the edge of the bed. He willed himself, with every bit of self control he had, to keep his hands still. He wanted to watch her. Wanted to see her please herself, make herself come before he pounced on her to make it happen again. He was going to try to be as still as he could, or at least as still as his rock hard erection would allow.
One of Joss' hands found her nipples, one then the other, and in concert with the rising sensations in her clit, she began to moan. Her hips and thighs continued to writhe up and down, the seductive dance also causing her musky aroma to reach John's nose, and the hardness that was already overwhelming now threatened to kill him without release. But he stayed put.
"Ahh...ahhh...oooh...John...come on here, man. Come here. Take off your clothes, John..."
John sucked in a breath at her words and the throbbing pressure they caused in his already painfully stiffened erection. "No...not yet, honey. Keep rubbing your clit nice and good like that. I want to see you come. I want to hear you come, just like last night. Though I..." he was so hard, he could barely speak, "might need to pull my dick out...God, you are so damn hot...sexy..."
Joss continued, stimulating herself into a near frenzy, her gasps for breath getting louder, almost guttural, and her body's movement getting wilder.
"Aaaaahhh...aaaah...yes...yes...aaah...John, please...please come here and touch me...mmm, fuck me...I need it...please...my pussy...please...it was so good last night...please give it to me...I want you to make me come..."
He closed his eyes at her soft plea, his chest rising and falling faster than a freight train. He quickly changed his mind. His control was now gone. How the hell could he possibly sit still with a sweet temptation like that? With a groan, he stood up like a bomb blast, unbuttoned his coat, threw it on the floor, pulled his shirt over his head to follow, and undid the fastenings on his jeans. His mouth and body was on hers in the flash of a second, tongues and lips tasting and teasing, hands feverish over each others' bodies. John slid his mouth lower and lower from her lips, touching her tilted chin, her smooth neck, and then her breasts, his tongue lapping over one nipple, then the other, and back again, feasting on the two globes he'd just christened his babies, before travelling down her belly, and into her dripping heat.
"John! God, yes! Lick it, yeah, lick it...ohhhhhhh...yes, do it...do it, John..."
Joss couldn't be still, and her orgasm was coming closer, closer, the build up of tension begging for release.
But suddenly, John slowed the movements of his magic tongue. When she whimpered in protest, he grinned and stared up at her, a mixture of hot desire and mischief in his gorgeous eyes. "Mmmm, don't you wanna fuck, Joss? You were begging for a fuck. My dick inside you. Hmm? Isn't that what my sweetie wants?" His lilting voice and naughty words, soft and sexy, were like a drug for Joss and her body yielded to the effects.
Her eyes widened in anticipation. "Yes...that's what I want. That's what I want. Fuck me, John Reese," she murmured frantically, dizzy in lust, her body humming for what was next.
"Mmmm, you got it," he said huskily, "but just give me a sec, okay, babe? Just a sec." Reaching for his coat, he pulled out a box of condoms from his pocket he'd stopped and bought at the nearby gas station while walking Bear, and took one out before chucking it on the floor again. Tearing the wrapper with his teeth, he carefully rolled the condom down his shaft, and then positioned himself between her thighs. Unlike the night before, he entered her slowly, pressing gently at the entrance of pleasure, deliberately thrusting, taking his time, each movement drawing him deeper into her tightness, the walls of her sex loathe to let him go. And John was about to lose his mind.
"Jesus, Joss...aah...so good...mine now...dream come true...ahhh...so fucking good..." John rose up then, on his knees so that he towered over her. Grabbing her ankles, he spread her legs open in a V formation and suddenly began to ram at her sex like a power tool. Joss screamed and gasped, while her body thrashed about like that of a woman possessed. His thrusts hit her clit and vulva relentlessly, each one taking her that much closer to her climax. John wanted to watch her face, see the expression of passion that he heard coming from her mouth. But he couldn't stop the sensations coursing through his own body, and his eyes shut tight against them. Heavy, panting groans took his breath away, through gritted teeth, while his sweat mingled with hers, and when he changed the speed of his thrusts from rapid to slow and hard, with a slight bend of her thighs for an even wider access, the climax she'd been hurtling towards split her apart, like volcanic lava flow-burning, burning hot and uninhibited.
"OHHHHHHHHH! OHHHHHHH, I'M COMING...JOHN! OOOOOOOOOOH, MY BABY! OHHHHH..."
"Fuck...fuck...fuck...aaaaaaaaahhh...Joss, honey...FUCK!" John exclaimed, as his own climax shot through his body, emptying into the condom. He continued to move until the spasms fully subsided, and his sweaty, heaving body collapsed atop hers for an embrace of kisses, each of them generous with the sweet-nothings of spent lovers. But the tiny voice in the back of his mind warned him that he needed to pull out before he made a mess of the ejaculate in the condom. Doing so carefully, the condom was laid on the nightstand, while each of them caught their breaths and recovered from their loving.
"Is that better, Joss?" he said with his head turned toward her, when he was able to catch his breath, though his chest and belly still heaved from his passion.
"Oh, yes...mmmm...that was...that was...fantastic. But I hope that's not all you got."
"I told you," John said, "much, much more where that came from. I've wanted you for too long to not give you as much love as I have inside me, Joss. This is just the beginning." Not too long afterwards, he could feel himself getting hard again, and with her nimble fingers helping him out, pretty soon, he was fully erect again, ready for her.
They made passionate love three more times that morning before drifting into a nap, the two lovers this time entwined in each other's arms. It was mid-afternoon when they awakened, and Joss' taking of John into her mouth until he climaxed, dribbling his seed down her neck and chest, was his reward for his own skills in her pleasure. When he'd recovered from that, they both decided to shower upstairs, together. John also had an idea for how they could spend the rest of their day.
"Hey, you know, we didn't get that day out we'd planned on. It's the weekend. What do you say we have it today?"
"Well, I got the souvenirs for the boys already. That was what I was after, really."
John shrugged. "Well, did you get anything for yourself, Detective?"
"No. Just the boys."
"Well, then, it's settled. Today is about you."
"I don't spend a lot of money on me. Mostly for my son. Parenthood for you."
"Who said anything about you spending money, Joss? I'll take care of it."
Joss looked up at him in mild alarm. "You? You don't have to do that, John. I brought some money with me, and Finch gave me some as well. That's okay."
John sighed, but in humor, not exasperation. He fully understood how independent Joss was, and how important it was for her to do everything on her own. But he wouldn't let her win this one.
"I know I don't have to, Joss. I want to. You deserve to be spoiled a little bit for a change. Always there, taking care of everyone but yourself. Putting everyone ahead of your needs. Let me take care of you, pamper you, while you're here with me. Please. Let me be good to you." He ended his plea with a brush of his lips across hers.
"John, I..."
"Shhh...it's done. We'll head to Denver for lunch first, then the Galleria, and a few other spots I know around the area that I think you'll like. Don't worry about the cost. I'll pay for everything. Whatever you want or need, you get. Okay? You'll have a good day, you'll see."
"Oh, John, I already have. You're wonderful. Okay, if you insist. You can take me shopping."
"I do insist. Come on, let's go get that shower. Can't wait to lather you up." The glint of desire was slowly but surely behind that peculiar light in his eyes.
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After a shower and a quick late breakfast, in which Bear finally got his wish for sausages, John and Joss got out of their robes and dressed for their day out. Joss had washed John's hair again, and, in a surprise twist, he bryl-creamed it afterwards, plastering it down much the way she remembered it from New York, complete with part on the side, and a soft quiff in the front. She was so stunned at how handsome he was she nearly choked on her orange juice. She was glad he didn't seem to catch her reaction, as he continued his preparations for the afternoon.
Since the weather was once again spectacular, and the snow was melting rapidly, Joss figured she could get away with wearing her low-heeled tan leather boots over her snug fitting jeans instead of the snowboots. She would also borrow John's old leather bomber jacket, as it was somewhat lighter than her winter parka, while still effective against the chill that remained. And she liked the idea of wearing his clothes. The tee shirt she'd found in the sweater on the floor after returning from the bathroom. And she'd wanted to feel his essence on her body while he was away. So, she did. She would ask him sometime how he felt about seeing her in his duds.
John put in a call to Sam so that Bear could spend the afternoon at the bar with him. More than likely, Sam would grumble about having the mutt on the premises, scaring the customers, but he'd actually be happy to have Bear around the place. They indeed did have a much better relationship than in the past.
"Thanks, Sam. Bear will love it. He always likes staying with you."
"Bah, don't push yer luck, boy. Just bring him when ya bring him. Good-bye."
John knew the call was over, even before the dialtone sounded in his ear like a siren. That Sam had more bark than Bear-but luckily, that's all it was.
"Okay, Bear's gonna stay with Sam until we get back."
"Right, John. I'll wash up the breakfast dishes."
John didn't object this time. He was in prep mode for their day trip, so he thought of something else that needed to be done. "Great. I'll get the truck started, let it run for a bit. Haven't driven it in some weeks, and after a storm it needs a reminder that it is a truck. I'll be back in a minute." He walked over, gave her a kiss, and then headed out to the shed
Joss was feeling giddy. Really giddy. The most hopeful and excited she'd felt in years. She and John were together, not only as reunited friends, but as new lovers. Wonderful, fantastic lovers. He was so skilled in bed, so skilled. She saw stars, the moon, and Venus with his mouth on her. No wonder that red-faced bitch was reluctant to let him go. She could completely understand now how sex with John could become addictive.
Well, too bad. He was with her. She was the bitch in his bed now. If he'd called her that name today, she wouldn't slug him this time. Because it was true. And she loved it.
John and Joss. Not John and Jenni. It had always been John and Joss. He loved her, had always loved her. It wasn't just sex like it had been with Jenni. But all the same, she would keep him satisfied well and truly. Yes, she would. She knew how to do that. And now, he was taking her out to spoil her rotten.
Joss, girl, I don't know what you did to get him interested beyond catching bad guys, but you better knock the wood in thanks! she thought to herself as she scraped plates and ran them in the soapy basin.
Joss had gotten the last pan into the drying rack when John returned, his eyes making direct, loving contact with hers. Bear came along with his leash, knowing that it was time to get going and John got him hooked up.
"Thanks for the dishes. Truck's running great. You about ready?"
"Yeah, yeah...let me just dry off and get my things."
When Joss was ready, John caught her in a hug, and placed a searing kiss on her lips. She had flat ironed her mid length hair straight, and he tangled his fingers in it as he broke the kiss.
"I can't wait to spend some time with you out on the town. No worries, no ex-girlfriends, none of that. Just you and me, the way it should be." They kissed again, John's tongue forcing it's way into her mouth. She whimpered at his exploration, and wrapped her arms around his neck.
It was Bear's nudging nose that brought them back to earth. They both laughed.
"I think he's ready to go. Maybe we should table this until tonight?"
John nodded. "Yeah, makes sense. I need to concentrate on the road anyway, Little Miss Distraction. Well, I have keys, so let's go," he said, as he dangled them in front of her. As they turned towards the door, Joss got hold of Bear's leash and walked behind John with the husky. Catching a glimpse of him, she just now noticed his mid length brown leather trench, navy railroad pants, and coffee colored cowboy boots, different to the ones he always wore. He smelled clean, of soap, after shave, and shampoo. He was a walking erogenous zone. And he was all hers.
Joss made damn sure to knock wood three times as they exited the cabin and climbed into John's covered pick up truck. Soon, they were in their way to Sam's place, each with a smile on their faces.
A/N: John did extremely well with the money he made working for Finch, so in the next go round, Joss will indeed get spoiled rotten on their daytrip to Denver. John's possible return to New York will come up again, as their sexual relationship continues, but he still has reservations about all that, as his guilt over losing Leila, despite Joss' reassurance, remains. We'll see how everything goes. Also, he'll get to speak to Lionel again at some point, and that should be fun, haha! Thanks, all, and be well. :-)