AN: WARNING: if smut is not your thing then this chapter is not for you. But this is the only chapter. The next one does not have any.

Also I was trying to post this yesterday but I was busy moving furniture around my place that I was so beat by the end of it that all I ended up doing is watching TV :/ Anyways, hope this is worth the wait.

-SECURE LOCATION- DETECTIVE CARTER'S HOME

DATE: 9/13/2013

TIME: 22:57:59

Joss sat on her couch, eating ice cream, and crying. This was so not how she anticipated her night going. She scoffed internally because she had thought she was going to, how did Shaw put it?—bang but with feelings, or get laid. Joss viewed it as making love. John had been looking at her with such need, longing, and something else these last few dates that she thought perhaps tonight they could take the next step in their relationship. Instead he pushed her away and damn but did it hurt. Then her hurt turned to anger which led to her storming out of the safe house, and eating ice cream alone.

She scraped her spoon against the side of the ice cream carton and stiffened when she heard her front door's lock being picked. Joss stood and raced to her kitchen to hide her comfort food, and wiped away her tears as the door opened.

"Joss," he called out.

"I…" she stopped when even to her ears she sounded like she'd been crying. She cleared her throat. "I was just grabbing something to drink." God did she wish she could sprint into her bathroom and make sure her face didn't give her away. She didn't know why she wanted to protect him from the fact that he made her cry, but she did.

She exited her kitchen and into her living room where he stood. Joss was glad she hadn't put any lights on. He stepped into the light casted by the moon through her window and she saw how serious his expression was. "You know it's wrong to break into a woman's house when you made her mad."

John didn't reply as he leaned over and flipped the light switch, and eyed her. "Made you mad or made you cry?" he asked lowly. Her eyes dropped, cursing the red nose and puffy eyes that no doubt had given her away. She looked up when she felt an impossibly gentle hand on her cheek. Joss rested a hand atop his. "I'm sorry, Joss."

"For what?—it's important to me that you know what upset me."

"I have a feeling," he stepped back, moving to sit down on her couch. Joss followed suit, slower. "Let me begin by apologizing for not being very good at this, Joss."

"I think you are doing alright," her reply was soft. John was better at this than he thought. It was his demons, issues, and insecurities that ran unchecked that made a mess. But beneath his struggles there was a genuine desire for a deeper connection, for intimacy, and partnership. That was what she'd been trying to touch, tried to go slow for him to realize and reach out for her, because once he did she wasn't ever letting go.

"I upset you when I lied about why I didn't want to spend time with you."

Joss felt a small smile grace her lips. She knew he'd figure it out; after all he was an intelligent man as she told him. "You did." she acknowledged.

"I'm sorry; sometimes I forget you can read me rather too well."

"Just be honest with me, John. Tell me that you're feeling overwhelmed that you need to have some 'me time' to brood. I'll step back."

He chuckled roughly. "You don't get it, Joss," he muttered. She eyed him confused. "It wasn't that I didn't want to be in your company tonight. I want to be with you all the time, which is a problem in itself."

"Not from where I'm sitting." Her heart was beginning to race.

But he went on as though he hadn't heard her. "I can't get you out of my head and I was afraid I'd take what I wanted."

"And that is?" Okay, forget beginning to race. It was as though she was at the finish line after a marathon.

"If we stayed much longer alone, drinking, then we would have ended up in bed at the safe house, not at all the way our first time together should be."

Halle-freaking-lujah! Joss crawled onto his lap, grinning the whole way, grabbing handfuls of his suit blazer. "Finally," she mumbled before kissing him. She sunk into it, feeling his arms come around her as he kissed her back.

"mmm…" he sounded, as his tongue dipped into her mouth. He leaned back to sprinkle soft kisses to her cheek. "You taste like chocolate and mint."

She pressed kisses to his mouth and face. "I ate some chocolate-chip-mint ice cream before you came over, it's my comfort food." she murmured and moved to kiss him again. Talking was not what she wanted. Joss wanted their bodies to do the talking. But he leaned back playing keep away with his mouth, and she looked up. Please, if he left then she'd shrivel up into nothing. She wanted to make love tonight.

"No offense to your couch, it's comfortable and all but I'd prefer a bed."

Joss scrambled off him and grabbed his hands. "Let's go!" she agreed with enthusiasm, which made him laugh as he stood. By all means she wanted in a bed too.

It wasn't until they were in her bedroom, wrapped in each other's arms, kissing hungrily, that it sank in that they were finally going to be together. Joss pushed at his suit blazer which he released her to let slide off his arms and onto the floor.

Her clothing seemed to evaporate. She stood in only her bra and panties, and tried to blink away the sexual fog that was wreaking havoc on her ability to think. "I feel you are a little overdressed," she huffed, plucking at his dress shirt with irritation. Joss let her eyes skate over his body, and settled hungrily on his crotch. His erection was pressing his dress pants up in such a large and wonderful way.

John slowly began undoing his shirt and she moaned. "Stop, hold that thought," she muttered and his fingers hesitated as he eyed her questioningly. Joss looked at her bed and turned down the comforter so she could climb onto her bed and settle against the pillows. She laced her fingers behind her head and smiled. "Now, please continue the show."

His eyes sparkled with laughter as he resumed undoing his dress shirt but slowly. With every button he undid the more she strained on the bed to see his body again.

Joss cursed as the shirt parted. "Getting to your skin is like digging for treasure," she complained as he dropped his dress shirt for her eyes only to be foiled by the undershirt he had on. But it clung to his body and his muscles were on full display as they shifted as he moved to remove his dress shoes and socks. John set a knee on the bed and she shook her head. "Hell no, I have a strict rule that no man that looks like you is allowed to climb in my bed with pants on."

"Too bad," he drawled. John grabbed her ankles and yanked her towards him. She let out a yelp as she went sliding down her bed and under him and he kissed her. The irritation about his clothes faded because the show of strength left her hot and bothered, and his kiss singed her insides and rendered her stupid. Man, did John know how to kiss. His lips were an addiction, moaning in protest as they slid from hers, to press against her cheek then neck.

"Okay," she sighed as her back arched wanting to feel his weight on hers. "Rules are meant to be broken." Maybe, but she needed him with way less clothes on soon.

That earned a laugh. John leaned back. "Really?—this coming from my esteemed Detective?" he teased.

"Oh shut up," she growled grabbing his shirt and tugged him down to kiss him hard. One of his legs was between hers, he rested on a forearm and she held on to his shirt for dear life as their tongues met, and slid together.

His hand eased a bra cup down and she moaned as his fingers found a very erect nipple. John pulled his mouth from hers and kissed his way down to her breast. She squirmed restlessly beneath him, and hissed out a breath as she rubbed intimately against his knee.

"John," she spoke his name without really knowing what she was going to say. But then it didn't matter because he opened his mouth and took her breast into his mouth and sucked on her nipple. A groan escaped her and her hands speared through his hair.

It took a moment to realize, after he lifted his mouth, that he had lifted her a bit to undo her clasp and was trying to urge her bra off. She moved her arms to help and he flung the scant lace on the floor too. She let out a sound of want as his mouth was on the other breast, showering it with just the same amount of attention. Just when she wanted something harder, his mouth grew incessant and she let out a loud sigh of need. Then when it was about to be too much, John's mouth became soft and teasing. It was as though he knew what she wanted before she did.

John's mouth moved then. Joss couldn't breathe from the intense pleasure of John's lips on her skin as they touched her everywhere. "John," she gasped as he pressed kisses to her belly button and hip bone, her pussy pulsed. "I think I'm going to die from this."

He chuckled. "I sure hope not," he murmured against her skin. John was meticulously slow as he explored her body.

She let out a cry of his name when his mouth found her intimately. Her panties acted as a barrier that she didn't want. Her hips jerked as he just kissed her. "You're wet." he stated the obvious as he leaned his head back and saw the wet spot in her underwear.

Joss was ready to snarl something very unladylike but he slid up her body and kissed her. His hand slid down her body, under her panties and she moaned into her mouth as he stroked two fingers deep inside her, his thumb rubbing teasingly against her clitoris.

She pushed him back to cry out as her hips lifted as he fucked her. He kissed her cheek and then sucked on her earlobe as his curled his fingers inside her just a bit and white hot heat rocketed through her. His fingers set a steady rhythm that she was helpless to. His name was torn from her lips as the orgasm crashed into her from nowhere. She rocked against his hand and it felt good, but not what she needed. Even though the orgasm was delicious, her body felt tense for more, wanting the full main course and not just the appetizer.

Joss felt the loss the moment he removed his hand from her panties. He moved and was taking her panties off. Before she could even form a protest about the fact that she was now naked and he still had pants on, he was lying down with his head between her legs, and touched his tongue to her without the barrier of her panties, and she gasped.

John kept the same slow meticulous exploration as he had the rest of her body. Joss keened out a loud cry as her hands dug into his hair as he showed the same care to her pussy. He kissed and licked everywhere, exploring the entirety of her. John even nipped her inner thighs to give himself a breather before his mouth settled over her again to tease her to a fever pitch. The moment he fingered her entrance again as his tongue searched her folds was the moment the second orgasm shattered through her. It took her body by force and she was shouting his name, and yet John kept going as though he didn't just break her apart for a second time.

He stayed with her until he managed to wring out every little tremor from her orgasm. She fell to the bed, not realizing her back had arched so hard, and her hips were thrust up to seek his mouth more.

John sat back and stared up at her with his mouth looking wet. His hair rumpled from her hands. It was incredibly hot to know why. "Are you okay?" he asked lowly, licking his lips that managed to make her pussy pulse again, watching his tongue lick her wetness off his lips.

"I'm not sure. I just had two orgasms and you haven't even taken your pants off," she muttered breathlessly.

That brought a smile to his face and she wasn't sure if she should feel satisfied by it or not because it sure looked smug. Joss sat up then grabbing the hem of his shirt. "Take your damn clothes off John and get inside me," she snarled, demanding it.

His eyes darkened further and he stood then. "Yes, ma'am." She watched as he removed his shirt. But her eyes became hyper focused as he undid his belt. John took his time undoing his pants and this time not because he knew she enjoyed watching. She had a feeling he was being careful to not injure himself. The moment the pants were discarded and he was standing in nothing but his underwear was when she stood.

Her eyes were staring unapologetically at his erection. "I want to take your underwear off." She didn't wait for him to agree or not. Truly, she didn't care if he did. She wanted to unveil his body to her. She wanted to see him in all his glory.

Joss slid her hands down under his underwear and cupped his butt. John had such a nice ass. She eased her hands out of his underwear to grip the elastic and pulled it down delicately. Her mouth salivated as she stared at his perfect and utterly erect dick. Joss didn't fully pull his underwear off though. Instead she left them sitting on his thighs and wrapped a hand around him, unable to resist. She looked up to eye his face and watched as his eyes closed with a moan.

She stroked him, liking the feel. John's dick was thick, long, warm, and like hard steel. She couldn't wait to feel him inside her. Joss stroked him from base to the tip, circling her thumb around the head as she did, and grinned at his shudder. She dropped to her knees in front of him, holding him at the base, and took him into her mouth being careful to flick the head with her tongue. John's moan was loud and urged her to take more of him in, and suck.

"Stop," he rasped as his hand curled in her hair and tried to pull her from him.

But she didn't stop. She could have, to tell him she wasn't going to. Joss didn't bother to. Instead she was busy sucking and stroking him. Her tongue licked the vein in the shaft, and then she made sure she paid utmost attention to the underneath of the head, knowing just how sensitive that spot was. Judging from the hot moan he emitted, she was right. She pulled her mouth off and jerked him a few times before she settled her mouth back onto him, and sucked harder.

Joss let out a sound of protest when John forcefully pulled her away from him. Before she could utter a word, he picked her up and threw her unceremoniously on her bed. Joss couldn't breathe as he rid himself of his underwear and was immediately climbing on top of her. His mouth was on hers, and she readily kissed him back. She felt his dick resting against her hip, a thigh thrown between her legs, and her breasts rubbed teasingly against his chest.

John shifted and her legs spread automatically and he hitched her leg up as he pressed down and entered her on one smooth thrust. Joss moaned as her heel dug into his lower back, and her hand squeezed his butt as he filled her. He withdrew to thrust back in, setting a slow pace. John's thrusts were careful and controlled, and made her mindless.

Slowly, he made love to her, and Joss was moaning as the pace and depth of his entry was making her insane. Joss felt his hips flex back and forth, and she easily matched his rhythm as he ever so slowly sped up. She ran her hands over his skin and rested them on his shoulders. She let out a loud moan as he tilted her hips that had him pressing his dick against a sensitive spot deep inside her. Again and again, he touched that spot.

His forehead rested against hers as he sped up and she felt his sweat mix with hers as he answered her moans with his own. Soon they were oblivious to anything except the need to climax. His thrusts were hurried, and she wrapped her legs around his hips as they both were straining against each other.

"Joss, I…" he rasped as he thrust hard and fast.

She cried out his name as her orgasm stormed her center for a third time but this time was different than the other two, because it left her feeling beautifully wrecked. Her entire body shuddered and she clutched him tightly, and felt the spasms ripple through her. It was when he stiffened above her and called out her name, that she realized why this one felt so different. Because he was with her, inside her, and bringing her so much pleasure while finding his own.

When it was over they were both on her bed, spent, breathing heavily, and clinging to one another. She finally said, "Well that was worth the wait." He smiled in response. She leaned up so she could stare into his eyes. He reached out to brush her hair back and stroke her cheek. "Maybe sometime soon we'll do it on the couch. Call me curious but now I want to know how couch-John is compared to bed-John, because bed-John is amazing."

"Couch-John is lazy and would let you ride him," he purred softly. "But lazy wasn't how I envisioned our first time together anymore than at the safe house."

Joss felt a flutter deep inside her. Good lord anything he said and did made her want to go again. It was as though she didn't just have three orgasms. But being on top of him and riding him until he was calling her name…

"So, John, want to go downstairs and hang out?" she batted her eyes.

He laughed and pulled her down to kiss her.

AN: Sadly, Couch-John has not been written. I wanted to but I did not want smut to overtake this story but rather be a nice add-on. Thank you for reading!