A/N: TY SWWoman! I would also like to say a big Thank You to everyone who sent me condolences after my Moms' passing. They were deeply felt.

Sometimes It's Something

The drive back to the hotel was quiet. John Reese and Joss Carter were each lost in their own thoughts as they made the short trip back to the room that had been unexpectedly double-booked when John was given the same room as Joss. John was the U.S. Marshall that was sent to transport Joss's fugitive back to New York City, which they had found extremely funny given the circumstances. She had suggested they go out to dinner to try and resolve the problem. It seemed as though they would be sharing the room after all.

Near the end of dinner, after some clever conversation, they both seemed to share a revelation of sorts, and Joss had unpredictably thrown down the gauntlet by answering John's question "What are you asking of me?" with "Nothing…and everything"*. The soft smile just before she took a drink of her beer suggesting a promise of more than just sharing a hotel room to sleep for the night. John had to admit that his pulse had quickened at the thought of that suggested promise, and his mind was now filled with images of them entwined together in the heat of passion.

It seemed Joss was having the same thoughts. After she had made her declaration, she had watched John as her words sank in. At first his face had registered surprise, and then his eyes had darkened with desire. She knew what she was saying, and the implications behind it. She had meant every word. She had felt a connection to this man from the moment he stepped into her room. Although she was not a woman who simply hopped into bed with just anybody, she also was not a woman who wasted time and energy on "should I's" or "what if's". She knew what she wanted, and what she wanted was John Reese, even if it was just for one night. As she stared out of her passenger window she didn't see the passing scenery; all she saw in her mind's eye was her and John, their bodies entwined together in the heat of passion.

They arrived at their hotel, and silently walked down the corridor, side by side, their hands brushing occasionally. The craving for contact became stronger with every step until John felt he would spontaneously combust from his own need to touch her. Joss wasn't helping matters with her heated glances from under her long, lush, lashes. They finally reached their door, and John fumbled with the keycard until he eventually got it to work, then he swung it open for Joss to enter ahead of him.

Once inside, John had closed the door softly behind him when he suddenly found himself slammed hard against it by a small, soft, body, pressing against his. With a slight "umph" his hands immediately grabbed Joss by the shoulders. His hands slid into her thick, satiny, black, hair, pulling her head toward his as he felt her small hands slide behind his neck, and pull him roughly toward her. The crash of their mouths was brutal in its intensity as neither held back their need for each other. The kiss seemed to go on for an eternity as he pulled harshly on her lips, breathing deeply through his nose, and turning his head this way and another for a better taste of her. He groaned as her lips parted, and he thrust his tongue deep into her mouth, his kiss almost punishing in its aggressiveness.

When she had stepped into the darkened room of their hotel Joss had heard John shut the door, and her tenuous grip on her control snapped. She shoved him against the door, pressing her body against his. His kiss devoured her, and she matched his passion, moaning deeply into his mouth. His tongue against hers was erotic, sending licks of fire down her spine only to pool into liquid heat between her thighs. His hands moved from her hair down her back to grab her ass, and press her belly against his painfully obvious arousal, making her core clench with need.

John pushed away from the door with Joss still in his arms, and they stumbled toward the bed. As they moved, they hastily removed each other's clothing, tossing them aside. She felt her knees collide with the bed, and in an instant, he had picked her up by the waist, and settled her not so gently in the center of the bed. Now completely naked, she propped herself on her elbows, and with a lusty stare, watched him climb onto the bed then onto her body until he hovered over her, his palms resting on either side of her head as she looked up at him. Her breath came in short gasps as she watched his heated gaze roam over her body. It was one of the most erotic experiences she ever had, and he hadn't touched her.

John crawled over Joss's body, and hovered there, letting his eyes devour her as she lay beneath him. Then his eyes drifted back to hers, and as he began to drown in their dark depths, that same feeling of being completely safe with this woman overwhelmed him. He slowly, deliberately, lowered his head, and as his eyes slid shut, he captured her lips with open mouth kisses, pulling at her mouth with his. Raising one hand from the bed he palmed her left breast in his large, smooth hand, rubbing his thumb over the hard, erect, nipple. He molded and caressed her breast, her skin silky smooth under his hand, and then slid his tongue deep into the recesses of her warm, wet mouth. Her deep guttural moan at his intrusion sent shock waves through his body straight to his groin.

With his slow burn of her body, John was driving Joss crazy with longing. His long, deep kisses seemed to go on forever, and she never wanted them to end. Her fingers thread themselves into his thick, dark, salt and pepper hair, and then her hands made their way down his warm neck to his broad shoulders. His skin was hot beneath her fingers as she ran them eagerly down his back, and then back up again to his shoulders. As she caressed his body she vaguely noted the numerous scars under her fingertips, confirming what she had suspected, that he was more than what he had told her. She pulled on him forcefully to bring them closer, and he lowered his body, wrapping his arms around her, drawing her body tightly to his. When his heated skin touched hers, she thought her heart would stop beating. She heard him sigh then his mouth slammed against hers again, and it was as if all his pent up passion was unleashed.

John sighed as he lowered his body to hers, and he felt Joss's warm skin next to his. He couldn't contain his desire for her any longer. His fingers caressed her face, her neck, her shoulders, and everywhere he could touch while his mouth followed in their wake. Her skin tasted as sweet and salty as the most decadent confection, and he wanted more. Her hands on him were soft, yet they set him aflame as they moved across his flesh, and she didn't seem to hesitate at the many scars littering his body that told the story of his soldiers' life…and more. He continued to stroke and caress her soft, supple body, discovering every hill and valley. His lips found her firm breast, and he took her into his mouth, licking, nipping and suckling, and her fingers in his hair were holding him to her while she softly moaned his name. She wrapped her leg around his, and ran her heel along his calf, drawing their bodies even closer. His cock throbbed madly against her, desperate to be inside her, but not yet…no, not yet.

A surge of hunger she hadn't experienced before overwhelmed Joss as John's hands, fingers, lips, teeth and tongue carried her away on a wave of ecstasy. She clutched his head to her breast as his lips teased her nipple then he pulled it into his mouth to suckle vigorously until she was moaning his name softly. She could feel his cock throbbing against her, and it made her wet, and she craved to have him plunge deep inside her. His mouth left her breast to trail soft, warm kisses between the valley of her breasts, down her belly to stop momentarily to brush his fingers over a scar she had received while in the Army. He glanced up at her with such a look that she couldn't describe it, but she could tell he was deeply moved by her wound. He kissed it tenderly, reverently, and Joss gasped as no one had ever done that before. She ran her hand over his head lovingly, and in that moment things between them shifted. They were no longer two strangers having a beautiful night of unbridled sex, they were making love in the most intimate way two people can. Not with just their bodies, but with their very being. John must have felt it too, because he looked up at her again with his silvery blue eyes blazing intensely.

The change was subtle, barely noticeable, but John sensed it as he kissed the scar on Joss's left side across her abdomen. He didn't know how she had gotten it, but somehow he knew it was a mark of her service to her country, as a warrior, and it only increased his desire for her. As she softly caressed his hair, he looked into her dark eyes, and their connection became something deeper, something unexplainable. He continued his exploration back up her body, stopping briefly to caress and tease her breasts, until he reached her delicious lips, taking her mouth in a deep, sensual kiss that he felt down to his very soul. With his right hand he ghosted along her side, to her waist then the curve of her hip until he came to the juncture between her thighs. He ran one long finger across her clit then curved it to slide deep inside her hot, wet core while his hand covered her lovingly. When her hips thrust upward toward his touch, she gasped his name. As he moved in and out of her tight heat, he worshiped her neck and shoulder with his lips until she was shuddering beneath him. He groaned deeply and swore as suddenly he felt her small hand grasping and stroking his cock until he was crazed with the need to be inside her.

When he began to travel back up her body Joss was liquid flame. By the time John reached her lips, she was desperate for him, but when he kissed her, it was so deep, so sensual, that it touched her very soul. It was almost mystical the way it seemed to intensify every touch, every sigh, and every look. She had known spending the night with John would be an experience of a lifetime, but this…this was something…something that no words could explain. Her hands were feverish over his body, needing to touch him, grasp him, and even claw at him. When his hand drifted down her body, burning her skin with his touch, and then settled between her thighs she thought she would come undone. His large hand covered her as if claiming her as his, as if to say "mine", and she was willing to give all. His long finger stroked her clit only once as it slowly slid inside her curled at the tip. She gasped at his subtle intrusion as he began to move inside her, and then he added another finger while pressing his thumb against her clit in a smooth circular motion. Her hips bucked against his large hand in mindless pleasure. She needed to make him as mindless as she was, she needed to break that tight grip he had on his control. She reached between them, and by maneuvering around him she was able to clutch his long, thick, rock-hard dick in her small hand, and was rewarded by his sharp breath and low, guttural, "Fuck," in response. She stroked him from base to tip with a slight twist of her wrist, and she squeezed the large mushroom head then slid back down. She did this for a while with her strokes increasing in speed and pressure, and John's breathing became more labored until he pulled his fingers from her inside her, and grabbed her wrist with his other hand, stopping her movements.

John looked at Joss, and silver blue flame collided with black velvet fire.

John knelt between Joss's legs looking down at her with so much passion blazing in his intense blue eyes he thought she would burst into flame from its heat. He raised the hand that had been inside her to his face, her fragrance was intoxicating. He stuck his tongue between his lips, and touched it to his fingers, licking them until no trace of her was left. By the time he was finished his dick was stone hard and throbbing, and it was almost painful, but it was such a delicious torture. Without warning, he descended on Joss like a bird of prey ready to devour her, and that's just what he had in mind. He took both of her hands, and placed them beside her head, twining their fingers together.

With his intense, blue eyes staring into her dark, shining eyes, John entered Joss, joining their bodies with one fluid motion, and they both cried out with sheer ecstasy. The way their bodies fit together was perfection, as if he had been made for her, and she for him. With his head bowed against her shoulder, John moved inside her slowly at first, building to a steady pace. But Joss wanted him to let go, to lose control, because that's what she wanted to do. They both had to always be in control in their lives, especially in their line of work, and being former soldiers it was almost in their DNA. She turned her head, raising her legs so they were bent at the knees, cradling his body deliciously with hers, and while she griped his hands tightly she whispered, "Let go, my love," and she felt his whole body shudder. Then his lower body slammed into hers with a force that was stunning, and she sighed, "Yes," as her head pressed back into the pillow, and she began to meet him thrust for thrust.

Something broke inside John when Joss whispered into his ear, her warm breath washing over his skin. He was never one to lose control in anything he did, even sex, but Joss was something…something he hadn't expected. So, he let go, and it was earth shattering. The pleasure rippling through his body made him almost senseless, to the point that he was afraid he might hurt her, but once the dam was broken, he couldn't stop. Her body met his thrust for thrust, taking him deeper and deeper into her hot body. He arched his back to drive into her harder and faster, and she encouraged his passion with her nails digging into his back as her cries became louder with every drive.

The lovers brought to reality what they had imagined earlier in the car ride over to their hotel. With mouths and tongues, hands and fingers, they touched and tasted and with every sigh, every moan and every cry of each other's name they brought each other closer to the pinnacle of bliss. Time and space melted away to where it was only the two of them. Their limbs entwined, endeavoring to draw each other even closer until there was no way to distinguish one from the other.

With a final deep thrust into Joss's tight heat, John felt her tunnel vibrate around him, and seize his cock with hard spasms. She cried out his name, lifting from the bed as pleasure swept through her body, dragging John over the abyss, a soft sigh of her name on his lips. His cock swelled and pulsed inside her, filling her body with his hot seed. They both fell back to the bed with John lying heavily on top of her. Neither could move for several minutes while they recovered from their post-coital high.

With some effort, John rolled onto his side, pulling Joss close to his body as she tucked her head against his shoulder.

When he thought he could finally speak coherently, John said quietly, "Well, that was…"

"…Something," Joss finished softly for him as they both drifted to sleep.

*Nothing…and Everything is the prequel to this story and the sequel to "Road Trip"

A/N: I suppose there's no point in telling you, yes there will be another sequel. I should have made this one long story, but...it didn't come to me that way, and I can only write as my muse directs me. Don't know when, but I do know where...right here. Another chapter for Tapestry will be posted on Monday barring any unforeseen circumstances. I hope you're enjoying these little flights into fantasy. See you soon...