Prompt: Location
Rating: M
Warnings: smut, smut, smut...did I mention smut? (some of it was removed but I think you guys will enjoy what's here)
Setting: post 3x9
Relationship status: established
Sidenote: I hope everyone had a wonderful and safe holiday!
This was the part she hated about moving, unpacking. Packing was easy, unpacking and getting the house the way you wanted it was the bitch. But thankfully she had help for her brand spanking new home. Joss peered back at John who was currently wearing jeans and a t-shirt and nothing else; much like her, looking sexy, and going through his third box compared to her one.
"How come all this stuff we have to decorate our living room is mine?" she demanded, knowing full well why, but she wanted to comment on it. John didn't have any personal effects and they were going to damn well change that fact now that they were living together.
John, who was looking through the box and tugging things out, looked at her. "Because you have a lot of stuff, Joss," he suggested and she made a dismissive sound.
"No, it's more like you don't have anything except clothes or weapons. We are going to need photographs of us together." She murmured as she stood up to set up a picture of her son, a picture of her and her son on the marble mantle above the fireplace, but nothing of her and John, or John and her son. "We are going to need to head to Ikea too." she said as she eyed the large living room. They needed another end table and book shelf.
John pouted as he got to his feet and broke down the empty box. He thought they were done shopping, the only place he hadn't minded going with her was when they went shopping for a Jacuzzi. He hadn't minded one bit imagining Joss in a bikini, peeling it off of her, and making love to her in their new Jacuzzi. But shopping for furniture, fixtures, and other things like that to decorate their new home wasn't something he enjoyed as she dragged him all over New York to search for things to decorate their home with.
John eyed their new 70" television and then their new couch then back to Joss. "Maybe you should take Finch, he'd love to help you fill up this new house for us," he proposed, liking the idea since he knew Finch would love to go to help design their place and Joss immediately turned and gave him the look of death for even suggesting that. His shoulders slumped, joy, more shopping.
"I would take Finch if I was in love with Finch and living with him, but I'm not. I'm in love with his friend who didn't mind going with me when I went to Victoria Secret to get new panties, bras, and lingerie. You even helped pick out the sexy negligee, so should I have enlisted Finch's help then too?" she asked with sweetness dripping from her voice.
He scowled at the very idea of Finch seeing Joss in that flimsy piece of scrap material. Joss chuckled. "Cool the jealous monster, I wouldn't have enlisted Finch's help. I didn't even needs yours as I know how weak-kneed you get when you see me in red lace. You are panting like a mad man," she said smugly.
John eyed Joss as she rolled her shoulders and stretched her back. She could wear anything and he would be panting like a mad man. Joss was naturally beautiful. And somehow he lucked out that she loved him in return and he took the fact that she took a chance on him very seriously. He knew she could have the pick of the lot with any guy she wanted but she chose him.
Joss glanced his way and saw him enter as she liked to call: brood mode. "Oh no you don't! Whatever it is that put you in brood mode, put it aside. No brooding on our first day of living together!" she stated as she waltzed up to him and wrapped her arms around his waist, letting her hands slide into his back pockets of his jeans, while resting her chin on his chest. He lifted his hands to play with her hair. "I want smiling John today."
"I just can't get over the fact that you're even with someone like me."
Joss knew it was going to take patience to demolish those old thoughts he had. "Well get over it because someone like you is a very kind and generous man whom I love very much," she stated fiercely as she lifted up on her tip toes and kissed him tenderly before pushing free. She unenthusiastically slid her hands from his butt and stepped back. Duty called, they needed to get this damn house done.
Joss turned to peer at her nearly empty box and then at the other four boxes they had left. Ugh. They still had a couple upstairs to do and now they needed to add Ikea to the list of things to do today. Today was another day of pizza and beer.
She looked back at John who had a similar look on his face as he eyed the last of the boxes. "Hey, since we are taking a five minute break, how about we talk about when we are going to hold our housewarming party." she suggested. And during that party she was going to take a ton of photos of John, of her and John together, and some of John and Taylor and then all three of them.
John glanced at her. "How about never," he answered immediately.
She rolled her eyes. "How about a new answer; that one is getting to be old," she stated while folding her arms.
"I'm not really a partier, Joss."
"That's because you are a stick in the mud, John. It's a tradition and we are having one so you may as well as help me pick out the day and time." she replied in a tone that suggested he should not argue with her. Really, he wasn't going to win. "I don't want anything big just our friends and we'll serve pizza and beer, well for Finch tea too, and Club Soda for Fusco."
John sighed. "Whenever you want it is fine," he muttered and she grinned happy to have won yet again. She turned to proceed to finish her box she had been working on. But he stopped her as he grabbed her elbow lightly. She looked at him. "But if we have to do the housewarming party because it's a tradition, then I have a tradition I'd like to do as well," he murmured softly as he stepped closer to her.
Joss cocked a brow up. "Oh you do, do you…Mr. I-Never-Lived-With-A-Woman-Before?" she teased. She couldn't wait to hear what this 'tradition' was.
He let go of her elbow to rub a finger against her flat stomach. "Mmmhmm," he sounded as he nodded. John let his hand wander down to the hem of her tee to slip his hand underneath so he could rub his fingertips across her belly button without the intrusive material in the way. John liked the tiny little shiver she gave as her stomach muscles bunched under his soft touch before letting his fingers tease the waistband of her jeans before he slipped it inside and pulled her forward.
Joss groaned, seeing the dead giveaway in his eyes that John was in the mood. Nope, they weren't having sex until they finished unpacking and went to Ikea! But she pandered to him since she was interested to know what his 'tradition' was. "Alright, lay it on me John; what is your tradition?"
He smiled wolfishly at how she phrased her question. "We have to christen the house properly," he said simply.
She blinked in surprise and then realization dawned on her that he was dead serious.
"Starting on our new couch," he moaned as he took her mouth eagerly with his, snatching her up into his arms with little resistance, and depositing her there.
She batted at his shoulders and pushed until he broke the kiss to suck at her neck as he lied on top of her. "No, no, no, we need to finish unpacking and head to Ikea!" she said firmly, trying to grab a hold of her inner strength. No naked fun, until the tedious boring things were done.
He nipped her neck. "Later," he stated before sucking on her neck for a second before adding, "Much later, like tomorrow or the day after that." And then his mouth was on her neck sucking again and his hips were grinding down into her making thinking nearly impossible.
Then his hands skimmed under her top and glided up and grabbed a firm hold of her breasts. She moaned as he moved from her neck to kiss her sternum and then he was kissing her again, tongue dancing across hers. Joss felt her resolve to finish unpacking dissolve away as her legs wrapped around his hips and lifted hers a little to press against his growing arousal.
She moaned as his hands massaged her breasts, making sure to rub against her nipples, even through the fabric of her bra, making her wish the barriers between their skin was gone.
John must have heard her desire because he sat up and tugged his shirt over his head which let her do much the same, before she tugged him down so she could kiss him hungrily again. John's tradition was better than hers.
They ground and rubbed against each other as they kissed with abandon, letting their tongues tease and play before he pulled back to undo her button and zipper of her jeans.
"You too," she stated forcefully, knowing John's love of giving oral. She wanted him inside her at the moment. Joss wondered where all her damn strength at telling him 'no' had gone? They had Ikea to go to, but John's erection was definitely more important to her than picking out another boring end table.
"I have to. You're so damn hot," he whispered.
Joss smiled beguilingly. "You're not so bad yourself, John." She moaned as she lifted her hips to help him tug her jeans and panties off with one fluid motion.
John moaned softly at the wetness to her panties, someone was as turned on as he was. He had been hoping so because he wasn't sure he could wait very long to get her ready for him because he wanted to be joined now. They could have a longer drawn out lovemaking later because right now he wanted to be inside her. They hadn't had sex since before the move because of being so damned busy with packing and saving lives. He missed her.
Joss removed her bra as she sat up to press a kiss to his stomach as she helped undo his jeans. John didn't hesitate in removing the rest of his clothes and she licked her lips eyeing his erect cock. Joss brazenly spread her legs and she loved the way his nostrils flared, the way his body flushed further.
"Come here," she purred.
John gave her one of his rare smiles as he climbed onto the couch, pressing her back before leaning his head down to teasingly lick his warm, smooth tongue across her hard nipple. Joss moaned as she clutched his bare strong shoulders and lifted her hips in silent demand that she wanted more. But John caught her hips in his hands and pressed her down to the couch cushions to keep her still. He wanted to be inside her but he also wanted to lavish her amazing tits first.
John's lips closed over the hard peak to suck gently, then swirled his tongue around the areola, and proceeded to drive her insane. Joss gasped as he bit down on her nipple with his teeth, tugging back, and she arched her back, loving the painful pleasure.
She tried again unsuccessfully to lift her hips. "Please, John…" she trailed off on a long sigh as his torturous mouth finally released her well-loved nipple to kiss and lick a trail to her other breast. She moaned as his wicked mouth teased that one while he pinched and rolled the other with his fingers.
She became restless as she moaned, "…take me, please." she whimpered as she felt the tip of his thick cock press against her clit before it found her slick entrance with precision.
John stopped his thorough attention to her breasts, stopped his torturous teasing to stare deep in her eyes. "Thank you for loving me, Joss," he whispered.
She reached up to cup his cheeks. "It's an honor to love you John, it's me that should thank you for trusting me with the pieces of your heart; so I could mend them to make it whole once more," she replied softly, warmly.
He made a sound as he entered her and she cried out as he slid to the hilt inside her on one slow thrust. She loved this man so deeply, knew he loved her as deeply, if possible, more. Joss pulled his head down to kiss his lips before keeping his forehead against hers as he moved inside her.
"I want to watch you come for me, John." she panted as he withdrew to push back into her slowly. "Please. I want to see what being inside me does to you." she knew she was asking for, something that John had not been able to do before. He always hid how he felt, even though he loved her. And she didn't want that to happen anymore. They were moving in together; there was no more hiding.
John didn't say a word in compliance but rather his eyes bore into hers as he moved inside her. His hips sped up, driving himself into her harder and deeper. His moan was so damn sexy; it mixed with hers, as she met him thrust for thrust. It didn't take them long to reach their climaxes as their eyes were connected while they moved as one, in perfect rhythm. Joss cried out his name as the pleasure and pressure in her pussy was building and close to erupting.
"I love you," his voice was breathless but it was his eyes that got to her. She saw how close he was, saw the love shining in them as he stared at her, and she felt liquid fire race down her spine as he detonated.
His name felt torn from the back of her throat as her orgasm rushed her, making her body quiver and quake as the spasms inside her pussy rocked her. John groaned as he bucked against her unable to hold out for long, not with the way her pussy squeezed his dick, and he was following her into the climatic abyss but kept his eyes on hers as they rode out their mutual orgasmic highs. John kept himself stiff until finally the last tremors of their climaxes faded and he slumped on top her, trying to not squish her but she hugged his body with her arms.
Joss moaned as she was being delightfully squashed by John as he lied on top of her on the couch both trying to calm themselves from their intense highs. "That was amazing." she mumbled as she stroked the back of his neck.
John lifted his head from her chest. He smiled down at her. "And this is just the beginning, Joss."
"Huh?" Joss sounded. He had to be joking because she didn't think she could move in a very long time. Her vagina felt well fucked already and her body was boneless.
John laughed a little as he pressed a tender kiss to her lips as he slid from on top of her. "We have a whole house to christen." he reminded as he looked around. "And there are a lot of exotic locations here we can experience: the kitchen island, up against the refrigerator, the dining room table, the stairs, the hallway…" he continued listing places.
"Do you have some fetish with the kitchen?" she demanded as her body quivered in response. Good lord none of those places were places she was expecting him to say. He hadn't even included their Jacuzzi he surely loved.
John grinned. "No. But we can leave no stone unturned. Our backyard can't be forgotten either," he replied mischievously.
"I am not having sex in our backyard," she countered.
"Oh yes we will."
"Oh no we won't," she argued.
John laughed gently. "This is one argument you will not win and you'll enjoy losing," he guaranteed as he regretfully slid from inside her. His breathing had slowed and he was glad to see so had hers. "Up for round two?" he wondered as he slid a finger across her wet slit and she shuddered as her hips jumped.
She moaned. "No. How can you be?" she muttered.
John grinned. "I'm not. But I will be, once I thoroughly love you," he assured her. Joss watched as he stood up and then scooped her up into his arms to carry her into the kitchen.
Joss moaned as he set her down on the kitchen island. The countertop was damned cold and she couldn't believe she was agreeing to this. They ate here for god's sake! "We'll start here and finish against the refrigerator," John explained.
"As a sexy twofer?" she wondered. John nodded. "I have to say, John, you're taking this tradition very seriously and if we're going to have sex on the countertop then when we throw the housewarming party I want loads of pictures of you," she demanded.
"Anything for you my love," he promised huskily.
Joss watched as the crazy man she fell in love with turned and she smiled at the view she was given. John had such a nice ass. He opened the refrigerator and then produced something before he turned around.
She shook her head. "No, don't you dare…" she squealed, but not in time because John had the cap of the honey undone and squeezed out a generous amount, it landing on top of her before the words were out of her mouth.
"mmm…" John sounded as he leaned over and licked his tongue from her belly up and licked the honey that clung there away. He lifted his head up and smacked his lips. "Honey flavored Joss…a new favorite."
"Oh yea," Joss replied as she sat up, snatched the honey bottle from him and he watched with darkening eyes as she unscrewed the cap fully. His brows rose as she cupped her hand and proceeded to pour a handful of honey into her hand. "Just so you know…we are wasting perfectly good honey."
"Live a little, Detective," he purred.
Joss pressed the handful against his chest and loved the muscles bunch from the cold honey touching his skin. She smirked as she looked up into his eyes. "Oh I intend too." she agreed as she sat forward, leaned her head down and licked, sucked, and kissed up the honey. Joss enjoyed the soft moans he let out as her honeyed hand cupped his butt while the other pinched his nipple as her mouth was busy with his chest.
She traveled down with her tongue, having a particular destination in mind, before he pushed her back, much to her annoyance.
"I'm hungry," he growled as he grabbed the honey and turned it upside down and she yelped as a big glob of it landed between her legs.
It felt funny before John leaned over her kissing her belly button then licked his way down. He paused to inhale her scent as if it was beckoning him, could smell it even through the sweet honeyed scent; before his head was buried between her legs to lap up the honey. She moaned as her legs settled over his shoulders, her hands on her breasts while his held her hips steady, and he licked up the honey, brushing her clitoris on purpose. Joss moaned as he continued to tease her as he lapped up as much of the honey as he could, his tongue dipping inside her that had her, gasping as he reached up to brush her hands away so he could tease her breasts. She grabbed his one hand to suck on his fingertip as the tension between her legs built all over again.
"John" she breathlessly moaned his name as he settled that wicked mouth on her clit and sucked. Her pussy felt on fire, the tension coiling so tight it was about to snap. But that beautiful abyss she wanted to careen into was just out of reach, because the jerk kissed her inner thighs, before he was gone completely, leaving her so close to the edge that she was trembling.
"Sorry Joss…I told you we were starting here and finishing against the fridge." he reminded roughly. Joss couldn't even beg because she couldn't find her voice. He stepped back and she lifted her head and was grateful to see John's thick cock was hard and he was ready to go as she was.
John tugged her hips forward so that her ass hung off the countertop. She grabbed the edge with her hand as John positioned himself perfectly to thrust into her with ease. John held her hips steady as she cried out as she came as he sunk into her. He knew she had been on the edge, knew he could have drawn her over it with his mouth but he loved feeling of her orgasm wash over his throbbing cock. Joss was so beautiful as she climaxed too because her mouth parted in ecstasy and her whole body jerked and jumped. Once he knew she was slowly coming back to Earth; John grabbed her hips lifting, leaving her to wrap her arms around his neck. She hissed as her back collided with another cold object…this time the fridge. He kept her legs hitched around his hips.
"Time to come again Joss…" he teased.
John pumped his thick cock into her wet pussy again and again and again, but in deep and short thrusts. He didn't have the range of motion as he could if he wasn't pressing her against the fridge with her legs wrapped around his hips. He kept a firm grip on the appliance behind her and one hand on her butt as he fucked her; over and over, hearing her cries for more.
He groaned as this wasn't working for him anymore. John kept a firm arm wrapped around her as he pulled her away from the fridge and carried her to the table, yanked a chair out and sat down. Joss blinked in surprise as he grabbed her hips.
"Much better," he growled in approval as he lifted her hips up, sliding his dick nearly completely out of her, and then forced them down on his aching cock hard to bury himself deep in her wet cavern. Joss cried out as he held her hips tight not letting her control this even if she was seated on him. "Touch yourself, Joss." he directed. Joss reached between them and touched her clitoris and she moaned as she immediately played along with him. "Suck your fingers." he added as he continued to manually lift her and then draw her down on him, sheathing himself deep inside her, so that her lips kissed his balls.
Joss went to do as he said. "Other hand…" he stated roughly.
She moaned as she removed her hand from between her legs to suck on her fingers. She hissed in pleasure and he grinned as he could feel the tension building in her again. "Touch your clitoris again Joss and don't stop until I tell you too." he urged.
She reached down and rubbed herself as he held her hips tight as he thrust up into her moaning her name, she felt his dick straining inside her.
John didn't think he could hold off much longer as he urged his hips up and lifted them both off the chair as he became blind to anything else but the pleasure tightening in his own groin. He moved faster and harder, hearing the harsh sound of flesh meeting flesh; his whole body felt hot and he watched her as she sobbed as her head flung back as she continued to rub herself, because he hadn't told her to stop as she came again. He held her hips down as he followed her a minute after as he couldn't fight off the effects of her orgasm; he couldn't fight the way her inner walls clamped down on him, couldn't fight the effect the way she looked as she came did to him. He had come with a shout of her name and they both shuddered and rocked together until it was over and they clung together gasping and panting for breath.
"Wow, wow, wow," she repeated.
"mmm…" he agreed not able to get a real word out at the moment. He was too busy trying to regulate his erratic breathing.
They remained like that for a while. Joss finally broke the silence. "I'm sticky." she murmured in mild complaint.
John leaned back to look her in the eyes. "I'll fix that. We'll head upstairs and get a shower," he said softly as he peppered her cheeks with tender kisses.
"Just a shower right?" she questioned. "Because I don't think I can go another round; you're a very thorough man, John."
"Oh, I think you can go again, Joss. But I don't want to hurt you, so we'll take a shower to get rid of this honey and we'll see how it goes."
Joss leaned her forehead against his shoulder. "As long as you carry me upstairs, just like this…I like feeling you inside me still," she replied snuggling into him.
John smiled. "As you wish, Joss," he agreed, keeping a firm hold of her as he stood up, finally feeling able to move without collapsing. He carried the woman he loved to the stairs and she didn't move nor make a sound as she simply stroked his skin.
"I'm dead, John," Joss whimpered, as she couldn't even move. Her whole body felt boneless from the amount of orgasms she'd had. He smiled at her as he held her in his arms, drawing a large towel around them both.
He kissed her softly. "We still have a lot more to christen, Joss, but we'll recharge our batteries soon. I'll call for pizza and order you something sweet too." After he took her again, he'd get them some dinner, get some fluids in them, and then tantalized her with some strawberries.
"John I think if we have anymore sex you'll break me. Maybe we should make this into a two-day extravaganza or something." She tried, having two days of non-stop sex sounded perfect, and gave her already sensitive sex a chance to recuperate.
Her body was still quivering from the scorching sex in their shower but this time she had gotten her mouth on that dick of his…finally, until the darn man stopped her from going all the way. She had been trying to distract him with a blowjob because she honestly didn't think he could make her come again, but she had been wrong. John had reminded her that he hadn't told her to stop touching herself, so he forced her to pleasure herself while he watched; and then he took over, getting her there again and Joss should be embarrassed by how loud she was when he did. But that shower had to be the best shower she ever had!
"I like that idea. After we recharge I'll take you on the stairs then the foyer and of course tonight in our new bed. And then tomorrow we can hit any room we might have missed…like the dining room, the new Jacuzzi and there is that new table we bought that needs its first feast." he purred sexily as he lifted her to carry her out of the bathroom wet and naked.
Joss groaned as she was limp in his arms and at the mental image his statement made. Her already overly sexed pussy was beginning to buzz anew. "Oh god, you are trying to kill me aren't you?" she muttered as she felt the new burgeoning erection pressing against her.
He exited the bathroom laughing softly at her comment and headed straight for the bed. "I change my mind. I think our bed needs to be christened next because I think the woman I love needs a little nap soon." he purred as he pressed a kiss to her lips.
Joss snorted. "A nap?—how am I going to get any sleep when you are on this kick with having sexy in every nook and cranny of our new home?" she retorted.
John set her delicately down on the bed before climbing on top of her. He rubbed his hands over her tender nipples that were so sensitive that she didn't think she could have John's mouth on them again. And he slid his palms down from her aching breasts down her ribcage, so his thumbs pressed into her private hair but stopped short of where an ache was forming between her legs all over again. It seemed her body was more than up to the challenge and loved the idea of another round of lovemaking.
He smirked as he leaned over her and kissed her wet lips, before kissing his way down her body. "Not sure, Joss, but I promise you won't want to sleep right now…" And pretty soon it didn't matter because Joss was well on her way to forgetting her exhaustion.
AN: Sorry I removed the shower scene. Maybe it will get posted somewhere else. Thanks for reading!
