A/N: Déjà Boo is one of my favorites! Okay I basically adore all of season one and two, but besides that point this is one of my favorites because its very Jimel centric. Besides the beginning scene of this episode with the scene where Jim chases Mel upstairs and has his way with her ;) wanky, I know lol, but I couldn't go with the obvious choice and thought up of something even better ;)

Enjoy! xx Mariah

"Wanna race?" Jim suggested.

And that was that.

She took off for the stairs as fast as she could, taking them with stride as Jim yelled at her from behind.

He wanted to beat her, to claim her as his prize and take their time getting ready, but Holly would be here and as much as she'd love to pretend that they'd be plan free as they had been this morning, she just couldn't.

"What is wrong with you? Accept your defeat," she chuckled as he pulled her close, walking away toward her closer.

Jim pulled his shirt over his head and kicked his shoes off, watching her as she shrugged her flannel off. She threw it over the closet door, making sure it would stay before she turned to her closet, feeling his eyes on her.

"Ahh, you thinking what I'm thinking?" He asked, walking toward his side of the bed.

"Yeah, they are gonna be in here in fifteen minutes," she said looking over at him.

"I thought you were good at multitasking," he slid over the bed perfectly and fell to his knees, pressing kisses into her jeans.

He grasped her hips and pulled to him as he stood, pressing kisses into her neck and upper back.

"Saved by the phone!" She exclaimed as it rang loudly.

He went to take it from her and reject the call, but luckily she pressed it to her ear before he could.

"Hello?" She said as she pushed him off. "Holly hi! No, no no. You just take your time," Jim sat on the bed and tried to pull her to him, but she swatted him away nicely, laughing softly. "We'll be right here waiting for you when you get here. Okay. Bye." She placed the phone back on its holder and looked up at him. "Holly's running a little late and Scott's stuck at work."

"Bummer," he said standing before her.

"Yeah," she sighed, itching her neck. "They could be at least a half an hour."

"Damn them," he said.

He went in for it before she could, grabbing her and lifting her up, slamming her down to the bed before climbing on top of her.

"What do you think you're doing mister?" She laughed.

"Multitasking," he breathed, capturing her lips in his to silence her and she melted into his, her hand grasping at his hair as they molded together.

He pulled her jeans down, finding the hem of her panties and pulling them down as well before kissing his way down between her breasts and unclasping it from the front. He loved those kinds. He lowered his head to kiss from her shoulder over the firm mound of her breast. She closed her eyes, to focus on the incredible sensation of his lips on her. It was the only time her nipples found a home in the warmth of his mouth and it brought her to the point of incomprehension.

"Jim," she moaned, arching her back instinctively against his mouth.

"Mmmm, Melinda," he hummed, and she felt the vibration race through to the deepest part of her belly.

He kneaded her soft flesh, reveling in the thrill of holding her breasts without barriers, searching for the sensation that would bring her the most pleasure. He left a line of wet kisses up over her neck until he'd captured her earlobe in his teeth, tugging gently.

She tugged at his curls and, not very gently, pushed his head back down over her breasts.

"Keep going," she begged.

"Only because you asked so nicely," he grinned, moving back over her neck and kissing softly as he made his way down lower.

"Please..." She gasped, feeling his lips tease the sensitive bud.

"That's my girl," he whispered and took her nipple into his mouth.

He nipped at the hollow of her throat and her head fell backward at the sensation. He always made her feel so irresistible when he got her in his arms like this.

"Roll over," she moaned in reply.

He nodded against her neck as his hands looped around her hips and pull her on top, putting himself below her. She cupped his face with her palms to pry his lips away from her neck and slanted her mouth over his. She pulled his bottom lip into her mouth and suckled it, reveling in the mewl from the back of his throat.

She could feel him tugging on his jeans desperately to figure out a way to rid himself of them without breaking the connection of their bodies. He seemed to finally just push his jeans and boxers out of the way enough to expose himself.

She'd never been so grateful for his strength as when he picked her up with a grip under her ass and scooted her forward so the tip of his erection brushed against her already seeping entrance. She relaxed her clenched thighs and sunk down around him, whimpering from the incredible way he felt inside her.

"Melinda," he hissed into her mouth before he lapped his tongue against her own.

She clawed at his shoulder blades as he guided her by the curve of her tightly cinched waist, quickly setting a steady and slightly punishing pace. She matched it with a swivel of her hips and grinned in satisfaction as he pried his mouth away so he could toss his head back against the pillows and growl wantonly.

She set their pace, slowing slightly as his hands traveled up her torso before he leaned his face forward and took one of her nipples firmly between his teeth. She cried aloud into the ceiling, her fingers abandoning the toned muscles of his upper back in favor of knotting in the dark hair at the base of his neck to pull his face ever closer. He laved his tongue between her breasts and suckled the other nipple for a split second before it dropped from his mouth.

"Melinda… Melinda, ah… I love you," he groaned, burying his face into the crook of her neck as she continued to writhe and buck on top of him.

Her fingers tug a bit too hard on his hair at his words, and if not for his arm around her waist and hand on her ass to guide her movements and keep up their rhythm, she might have frozen in place and just kissed him.

She loved her husband so much.

She didn't have the head-space to revel in his words, though - not when she could feel the tip of him brush that sweet spot inside her that sent her hurdling towards the precipice. She clung to his neck and buried her face in his hair.

There was a harsh ring of the doorbell, but she didn't care.

She had to finish, they had to.

He murmured how close he was and she nodded, keening that she was, too. He twined his hand in her own tresses and arched her head down to him, claiming her mouth roughly as they shouted out their near-simultaneous releases and he went still under her.

She leaned forward and swept his lips to hers before saying, quite matter-of-factly, "I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest."

"That makes me feel better," he grinned. "But we have to get dressed."

"I don't want to," she sighed. "I don't want to move."

"I'll make it up to you later," he nipped at her jaw and stood up, setting her down on her feet.

"Oh alright," she said as the doorbell rang again, running to her closet to grab something to wear.

Jim was dressed quickly, only having to pull up his jeans and boxers and pull on a nicer shirt with a spray of cologne before he dashed downstairs, leaving her smile at him as she got dressed.

Melinda and Jim had spent their entire lunch together at the store.

After some convincing, Melinda had gotten Delia to take an early lunch and relax a little at home in order for her and Jim to investigate more on Eric's life and his connections to Johnny, Richard, and Oscar, but hadn't come up with anything solid yet.

"There is no way he could've known them," she said looking at her pages of info she'd written down the night before. "Listen to this Jim! John Richmond died in 1945, Oscar Hodges died in 1963 and Richard Ward in 1983, a year before Eric was even born. How would he have known them?"

"A connection to Holly?" He asked, finishing his sandwich.

"Not that I can tell," she sighed. "I told his sister that I would buy the rest of his stuff because after selling all the other pieces besides the ones I tucked in the back, it'll make a good profit off them, but I might be able to get something off them... you never know."

"Told you I could figure it out," he said and leaning in to kiss her neck, hoping to spend the last twenty minutes of their lunch doing something a bit more interesting.

He didn't want to have to go home alone and spend hours by himself while she worked without having an image to savor. His lips met her skin once, finding her pulse point and which jumped as she pulled away before he could reel her in.

"I'm working," she grinned at him.

Jim glanced ahead and looked at Delia who was talking to Tim and smiled.

"Oh, look." He said softly. "Oh, it's perfect."

They stepped together toward the glass doors and watched as they laughed by the coffee stand, making small talk.

"You really think he's interested?" She asked, hoping Jim's friend wouldn't hurt hers.

"Definitely, he's just, if you can believe it, shy around women," Jim explained.

"Well, maybe we can help them along." She smiled as Eric's sister pulled up. "Oh, there she is."

Jim watched her as she bent forward to speak to the woman in the truck and smiled. His wife looked so good in pencil skirts, especially when she'd bend down like that and give him the perfect view of her desirable rear.

He took a sip of his coffee and tried to distract himself for the view in order to keep himself composed to unload the stuff. It would be far too complicated to have a hard-on when around people other than his wife.

"What are you so concentrated on?" Melinda asked as she entered again, pulling him toward the backdoor that led straight into the back office.

"Nothing," he replied, opening the door for her and following her out.

Jim sat Melinda's desk in the back office as she saw off Eric's sister as Delia returned with Tim, laughing.

"Heya, Jim!" Tim smiled. "What brings you by this place?"

"My wife owns the store, bud," he laughed.

"Oh, that's right," Tim grinned as Melinda returned, locking the door once again.

"Hi Delia, Tim. Did you have a good lunch?" Melinda asked.

"I did," Delia smiled. "I hope you don't mind Tim here we just wanted to finish our conversation."

"I don't mind it at all," Melinda smiled as she sat on Jim's lap. "Thank you for all your help today."

"Any time," he smiled. "Can I get my payment now?"

She nodded and he eyes brightened, his pupils growing as his hand reached under her hair below her ear, his thumb caressing her cheek. Suddenly she saw him, his eyes revealing more than his words could express. Her lips part and their breaths mingled. Her heart fluttered as he pulled me to his lips. If the eyes are the gateway to the soul, the lips are the same thing for the body. They are softness, passion and the promise of the sweetness to come.

She pulled back and looked at him, sweeping hair behind his ear. "Thank you," she smiled. "Really."

Tim cleared his throat and Delia giggled. "We're still here, you know." Tim laughed.

"Thank you. I have to watch them do this every day. Not that I mind, they are pretty adorable together." Delia explained. "It does get a bit boring after a while though."

"Well, Delia, would you mind watching the store? I have to bring Jim home since I picked him up to help out with unloading all these boxes," she explained.

"Sure thing boss lady," Delia smiled.

"Thanks," she pulled Jim's hand and grabbed her purse and keys, waving to Tim as they left. "Have fun you two."

"So does this mean what I think it means?" He grinned.

"Oh yes," she laughed. "I saw you watching me earlier when I bent down to talk to Eric's sister... there are things known as mirrors."

"Oh snap," he groaned a little.

"Like you care that I saw," she pushed him away and hopped in the driver's seat, and he could hardly contain his excitement.

He definitely didn't care.