Homing 1.5

Johnny watched her from the doorway, playing with the 'get well' gift that Stoker had dropped off the next morning, which was a week ago now and just smiled. He didn't mind her new pets and the kittens would keep her distracted better than puppies would...he'd vetoed those, they would've had to be walked, even when he was at work and she couldn't. A trio of litter pans sufficed for these little things...he was slightly annoyed that Mike had brought all five as well as the mother, a stray, though at least he'd gotten their shots first.

Besides, he already had several outside dogs, with doghouses or space in the stables and barn as they chose, to keep off coyotes, which he fed on the porch.

"John? The mice problem is going bye-bye fast. Tiffy is a really good mouser. And, she might have been a stray, but she's a snuggler too." The fact that the adult female was draped around Jane's neck and purring like crazy had been rather obvious.

He smiled a shook his head, "I'm fine with it, really: It's good that's she's a good hunter, though. The mouse population was gettin' a bit out of control." He reassured her as he entered the living room, settling down next to her on the couch and handed her the cup of water he held with one hand and the next dose of her meds with the other. As soon as she took them, he leaned forward to turn on the news and then settled back. After a moment he felt her head on his lap and she settled in with her eyes closed, feeling his fingers start sliding through her hair.

"I thought about what you said." He told her softly, eyes still on the tv screen. "And I did the 'guy thing' as you put it...and discussed it with Roy."

"And?"

"Now, I'm doing the other end and discussing it a bit more with you, because you're not going to be capable of any such thing for at least three months, according to Joe. Minimum. So, we'll take our time with it, explore it, because we have time to check out the parts that aren't as...energetic, shall we say? And we'll see where it goes."

"I've been thinking about it since I was sixteen. I can't really stand being touched by anyone else, creeps me right out. Just feels...gross. And very, very wrong."

"I know. So does he. And we've discussed it a few times, too, over the years, he and I. Honestly, I think we all knew it was going this direction...but there's no rush and we're not going anywhere."

"Just love you two so much, there's no room for anyone else."

"We know that, too: If you were going to, you would have by now."

"..."

"What?"

"Well, while you two are discussing it, you need all the information."

"What are we missing?"

"Well a few things, starting with...I want a son that looks like you and I want a fiery haired, blue-eyed daughter that takes after Roy. And visa versa. Don't even try to deny you'd love both, I know you too well. Same for him...besides, he's been drifting since Joan bailed and neither of us two are much good without him. And you know that."

He went utterly silent, absolutely floored, for a moment. "Okay, that's really important information that I'll keep firmly in mind. And let him know. Because you're correct on all counts." He sounded a little breathless.

"You better, because if you don't mention babies, I will."

"Yeah, you would."

"Hey, this is what happens when you make sure that there is absolutely nothing I can't talk about with both of you, even the uncomfortable stuff. But there's still some things easier to talk to you about than Roy...and visa versa. He does help more with my flower gardens, after all."

"Yeah, that's why we're talking about sex."

"Though, honestly, I don't think anything will ever be more fun than watching you two try to give me The Talk. I got it three years prior from Dixie, if you were still unaware of that...but oh, it was fun to wind you both up, cuz you waited until I turned eighteen, for pity's sake. She even gave me a full run down of how the nerves are supposed to work...if stimulated correctly. And I'll never forget the expression on Roy's face when he found that new item in my sock drawer."

He spluttered incoherently for a few moments at the reminder of...that...toy. "How did she..."

"Let me watch some semi-porn, the romantic stuff. Nothing hardcore except the oral stuff: The way she put it, I needed to know what to expect. The tongue thing looked interesting."

He actually yelped that time.

"So, you'll do the guy thing and tell him, right?"

He dropped his head back on the couch and stared at the ceiling for a moment, the mental image of doing that for her raging through his mind...and tried to control his physical reaction. The best he could do was to lock his hips and keep absolutely still.

"Right." He croaked.

"Hey, at least I'm not a barbie." She told him, raising up a bit to look at him, one hand a bit too high on his inner right thigh...tapping it.

He just laughed helplessly, still trying not to move, he was toast and he knew it. "I love you, too." He admitted.

To say Roy was a little stunned at John's report of Jane's opinions on the matter was like saying there was a little emptiness in space. "Um, maybe we better find out why, exactly, that Dixie allowed her to watch...that...when she was sixteen, no less."

"I think I know why it was a good idea, though."

"Why's that?"

"She hasn't had a nightmare since Dix gave her the Talk, but she has had a lot of wet dreams, though the first time I realized what she was dreaming about, and whose names she was whispering..." John flushed. "Well, I think we both know who starred in them, don't we?"

Roy grunted softly. "Yeah, I suppose so." He eyed his partner. "What else?"

And Gage told him what she'd said about kids, which stunned Roy again. "And..."

"And...she finally told me why she doesn't...can't...stand anyone else touching her. Says it's creepy and gross. She's not...if, if she were going to get past that, she would have by now, Roy. She said she's tied up all her love in us, so there's no room for anyone else. And that trying to feels very, very wrong to her."

"She was just waiting to be old enough, wasn't she?"

"Yeah. I think so."

"So, anything else in particular?"

"Well," John's smile now was nothing short of wicked. "She said that the 'tongue thing' looked interesting...with her head in her usual position on my lap, mind you. Had a helluva time keeping control of my reaction to that mental image. Couldn't help seeing myself doing that for her. And then she raised up enough to look at me...and started tapping the nerve cluster, right here." He paused to indicate the area with his left index finger, clearly fighting it again. "And I want to, Roy. I really want to. Took everything I had not to hump her head. And I knew I was toast, then and there, charcoal clean through."

"Yeah, I bet you did." Roy started laughing. "You poor bastard."

"So, we're good to go? Now that I've done what she called the 'guy thing' and caught you up?"

"Yeah. Yeah we are."

"Good, because I swore to her we weren't going anywhere."

"No, we're not. Besides, I'd like to show her just how good the tongue thing can be for her, too." Roy finally said softly. "I want to show her how good all of it can be."

"And, we've got three months of foreplay to look forward to." He paused and then looked Roy in the eyes, utterly serious. "So, I gave her the words she needed, because I needed to say them, I wanted to tell her."

TBC