A/N: John was so jealous lol... ;) Enjoy xx Mariah

John had been nagging for over an hour about how there weren't enough calls, not enough adrenaline for him to sleep at night.

Nothing less than ten calls a night, but Jim had lived through that phase. Where he'd get thirty, sometimes even fifty calls a night and it was exhausting. Jim had moved to Grandview in a heartbeat just to settle down more with Melinda, to not have as many responsibilities as he did in the city, but still be able to help, to save people.

He'd barely listened to have of what John was saying, just trying to keep himself busy for the next three hours when he'd get to go home.

How he'd make sure Melinda realized just how much he'd missed her.

John, on the other hand, couldn't stop complaining. Maybe he just wasn't fit for this job, for its slow points and the sacrifice.

"Do you feel like you're wasting your time?" He asked looking up at the younger man.

"That's not what I'm saying, it's just- woah," John gasped, his Adam's apple jumped as he smiled, looking straight forward. "I'd like to help her find her way home."

John happened to be looking at Melinda. And that didn't settle nicely with Jim.

"Settle down, Sparky," He said, meaning for it to be a jab as he turned to meet his wife.

"Hi," Melinda said cheerfully, moving up to her tiptoes to kiss him.

"Hey," he whispered and pressed a quick kiss to her lips, tasting the pasta sauce she'd had with her dinner.

Was it pasta? No. It had a more earthy taste to it, he could taste the oregano and basil. Pizza. She'd had pizza without him.

His mind flew back to her as her hands lingered on his face for no more than a minute, but he smiled at her. He'd missed her way to damn much today and he wasn't going to let his jealousy over food get in the way of that.

"John, this is my wife Melinda. Mel, this is keg of adrenaline is John Gregory, probationary-paramedic." He explained softly, tucking his arm around her.

The look on John's face was pure jealousy and that made Jim a little more smug than usual, he knew how lucky he was.

"Welcome," Melinda said softly, holding out her hand to John.

"Hi," John said softly, his eyes lingering to where her camisole was tight against her chest as they shook hands.

But after a three-second handshake, Melinda faced him and gave him a paper bag with a smile. She knew her husband all too well, and how he sometimes would forget to eat during work and it was Melinda who always saved him with a visit and some food.

"You brought me soup!" He exclaimed and smiled.

Even when eating pizza from Lento's without him, she always remembered to bring him something.

"Yeah, I thought you could use a visit." She smiled up at him.

"Umm, we're gonna take a little break. Hold things down for me?" He said smugly as he turned around with Melinda and walked away.

John couldn't help but stare at Melinda.

How did Jim get her? Jim just didn't seem like a guy who could get someone to marry him.

Sleep with? Definitely, anyone could use the uniform and a good body to get a girl in bed.

John watched as Jim slung his arm around his wife, snug on her waist. What a goddamn waste. His hand would be creeping down to cup her ass, feel the swell there, needing to feel the firm arch. God, that would be so good.

Melinda's hips were swaying from side to side, unfortunately, covered by her oriental coat, but nothing could hide how the fabric got caught by her ass, showing what good form she had. But those jeans were so tight on her legs. John wished she wasn't wearing the coat.

"Starin' at Clancy's wife?" Della Nichols walked to behind him, patting his back. "Not a good way to make friends. Everyone loves Jim and Melinda."

"Della, mind your own business," John muttered, rolling his eyes.

"I'll mind my own damn business when you take your eyes off Melinda's ass." Della grabbed the defibrillator and loaded it into the rig.

"How do you even know her?" He scoffed. "You're about as new as I am."

"Everyone knows Jim's wife. He never stops talkin' 'bout her if you get 'em started." She laughed, scoffing. "And I transferred from Alabama when Jim moved from the city with her. I went to their wedding, everyone at the firehouse did."

"I bet she doesn't love him as much as he loves her," he muttered to himself. "No woman like that is a one-man-type."

"You met her what two seconds ago and didn't she even look at your pretty face, did she?" Della smacked him upside the head.

"All I'm saying is if I had a wife with an ass like that I'd never let her out of my sight," he answered.

"Hey, I'm gonna go eat this soup, Del." Jim cleared his throat, and looked at John harshly. "Cover for me?"

"Sure thing, Jim," she smiled and Jim walked past them into the firehouse. "He so heard you. Go fix your mistake or you're screwed."

John sighed and walked off, following Jim into the kitchen.

"What do you want, John?" Jim asked grabbing a clean bowl and pouring the chili Melinda had brought him inside. "I don't want to talk about my wife's ass if that's what you're here about."

"I'm sorry," John muttered, grabbing himself bottled water.

"No you're not," he laughed. "You're sorry that I heard you."

"Jim," John sighed.

"I've listened to you enough today. I don't want to hear what you have to say anymore." He set the bowl in the microwave, two minutes. "Especially not about my wife."

"I've got one thing I need to say," John said.

"What?" He folded his arms across his chest and leveled his glare.

"How'd a guy like you even land a woman like that?" John asked seriously.

"Go," he pushed him out of the kitchen. "Before I fucking kill you." Jim stood there as John left and rubbed his face.

John wasn't exactly all that bad, he knew that. Jim loved his wife's body more than anyone. He could get lost in the curvaceous and the taut parts of her, the swells and shadows, but even when he did, he was always so conscious of the other things.

How her eyes crinkled when she truly smiled or the sound of her voice when she was worried, when she was about to cry, or when she was laughing so hard that neither of them could breathe. And when he thought of her, when he thought of his favorite memories of her, some were physical, hell yes. Some were when he was so deep inside her that he felt like they'd never come apart, and he could feel her breathing, and she was clinging to him, so thankful for him, for this moment, so crazy in love.

And it was when she cried on another's behalf, when their pain was her pain, when she was so happy to cross another ghost over, not because the ghost had been a pain in the ass, or because she was feeling their thankfulness, but because she saw the beauty in it; she still truly loved the gift she'd been given, never took it lightly for more than a moment.

It was because whenever she talked about her past, and he heard the pain in it, and he wondered how on earth she'd managed to get past it before he came along, and he hated that she'd gone through it alone, but she had. She'd overcome, she'd surpassed, she'd risen above, using what little faith in herself and her gift that she had left.

And, somewhere along the way, she'd become the woman that Jim loved, with the biggest heart and the deepest soul he could imagine. And did he love her body? Hell yes. But whenever he was touching her, holding her, kissing her, he was always so damn conscious of the person she was, above all of that.

He'd come home after eating his chili, Bobby had stopped by and he'd convinced him to cover the rest of his shift because he couldn't handle seeing John the rest of the night. For Jim to try and make conversation with him all night would drive him crazy, and he'd probably get himself fired.

He'd even stopped to get his wife a bouquet of roses, wanting to surprise her with more than just his presence tonight. He could see the food spread out from the fridge over the counters, but there was no Melinda. The knob turned quietly and he entered the house like a mouse, wanting to surprise her.

He kicked his boots off and climbed the stairs quietly, hearing her soft humming from the bedroom. He noticed her putting away laundry, folding his underwear and hers. She giggled and held a lacy pair of red ones to her body.

"Hmm... later?" She asked herself and he stepped into the room, careful of the squeaking board and wrapping his arms around her.

"These are new, when did you get them?" He asked and kissed her neck.

She tensed against him for a second before smacking him playfully. "You liar!" She laughed. "You said you wouldn't be home until ten, it's seven thirty."

"Bobby covered for me because he owes me his life," he kissed her neck once more and presented the roses. "These are for you."

"You're too kind," she smiled and took a smell of them. "They smell so good."

"Fresh roses are the best," he smiled and took the piece of fabric from her. "You never answered my question. When did you get these?"

"You got red and white ones? These had to be expensive... Jim," she looked up at him. "How much were they?"

"The cost doesn't matter," he reassured her. "You're worth every penny in the world."

She smiled and set them down, hugging him tightly. "I'm glad you're home. I don't want to be here without you, it's too cold. I need to be close to you." She whispered. "I got them yesterday, they were on clearance."

"Try them on," he said softly, kissing her again.

"I've got stuff to do," she laughed and wiggled out of his arms. "Plus we need to clean out the fridge."

"Later," he whispered and then slapped her ass. "I love your butt, have I ever told you that?"

"You have, Jim. Many times," she moaned. "What happened at work?"

"Nothing," he kneeled and worked her jeans down, pressing a kiss to her thigh.

"Was it the newbie?" She gasped as his hand dipped up between her legs. "Did he say something?" He was rubbing her center for a moment before moving to tease her folds and pushing a finger inside her. "Oh, Jim," she gasped and then moaned. "He did."

"Mmm…" He hummed in approval. "Someone is ready for me."

"Jim-" She whispered as he stood up, letting his fingers slip from her and pull his pants down. She opened her mouth to respond again but he pushed inside her from behind at that moment and her jaw went slack in pleasure, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. "Jim…" She whined and grabbed the bedpost, his hips rocked against hers fluidly, his fingers working her needy clit. "Oh, Jim."

He pressed his lips to her neck and left a bright red mark. "I love you," he replied and kissed her neck, another red mark.

"Oh god," she moaned.

His hips started to beat against her backside a little faster and she could feel every muscle in her body start to tense up. "Shit, I'm going to come," he panted.

"I-I'm close," she replied, her walls gripping him tightly as he grasped her ass tightly.

She gave a quick strangled shout as the pleasure crashed over her and she felt his warmth filling her. He collapsed against her back, his weight pushing the air from her lungs. Their sweaty skin stuck together as they trembled and came down from their high together. She felt him kissing her neck and shoulders and trail of her spine, whispering how much he loved her.

"What did he say?" She whispered and pulled away from him, touching his face.

"He just kept talking about your ass and that I didn't deserve you," he muttered and kneeled down, his face against her thigh. "And this is my ass, you're mine. No one but me can talk about you like that."

"Yes, I'm yours." She answered and then laughed. "Stand up." He stood before her and she kissed him. "We need to rewash those clothes now," she muttered.

"Crap," he sighed and glanced over the bed. "I'll do them. Guess I should've thought that one through."

"But you were so good, I don't even care right now." She laughed. It was in moments like these when she felt her heart swelling with the love she had for this man. It's moments like this that she had learned to never take for granted. "I love you," she informed him, trailing her hands through the ends of his black hair.

"I love you," he smiled that beautiful smile as though he could never get enough of hearing her say that and kissed her.

"I'm yours, never forget that." She whispered and then kissed him again.