Ages:

Delia — 61
Melinda — 57
Ned — 35
Katie — 32
Scott — 27
Asher — 6
Willow — 2

It was way too hot out, but she was used to it. Being that it was mid-July and only a few days from her birthday, a regular heatwave had spread throughout Grandview.

Still, it had been a usual day for Katie. She'd just dropped both Asher off at a summer school session and Willow with Delia at Melinda's antique store. Her mother-in-law had urged her to stay at the store for an hour since her own mother hadn't come in yet.

She hadn't wanted to start an ongoing argument with Delia and had stayed against her better judgment. Katie had a full list of errands she needed to run, one which included picking up her anxiety and depression meds, and she wasn't about to open up to her mother-in-law about that sort of thing.

When Melinda had walked through the door with village java, "Sorry I'm late." When her mother had looked up, she seemed surprised to see her but happy all the same. "I thought you had things to do," Melinda said as she walked into the backroom and Katie followed.

She rolled her eyes and glanced over her shoulder at the Delia. "I do, but I didn't want to cause any more tension with Delia," she muttered quietly and then hugged her mother. "But now I have an excuse to leave."

"Well, it was nice to see you. Get out of here and get your errands out of the way," Melinda told her with a kiss to her cheek.

She didn't need to hear another word before Katie grabbed her purse and quickly left the store after saying a quick goodbye to Willow. Afterward, she ran to the pharmacy and to the grocery store. She dropped by the post office to mail out some bills on her way home but didn't even make it halfway before she decided to turn around and head back into town.

Katie was tired, achy, had sweat in too many uncomfortable places, but there was an itch she wanted to scratch. She didn't have anything too perishable from the grocery store run beside some chicken breast and hamburger meat, which shouldn't spoil in the time she wanted to use to have a moment alone with her husband.

Ned was working and she knew she probably shouldn't bother him, but she also knew that no one would really mind if she dropped by. Everyone loved her at the station, especially Captain Letrai, who she called Josh because she'd schmoozed him a long time ago with her charm.

After parking her car across the street she double-checked her appearance in the mirror, almost wishing that she'd gone home to drop off the groceries so she could've worn something a little sexier than just a black a romper and sandals, but it was just so damn hot out hot outside there wasn't much else she wanted to wear.

After fixing her mascara and lipstick with the ones she kept in her purse, she began thinking of how to surprise her husband in another way. Katie hummed to herself before scooting her hips up with a wiggle and reaching to pull her panties off and then tucking them into her closed fist.

That was for sure a way to get Ned riled up or even have a little bit of influence over him if he did happen to tell her that he was busy.

She walked across the street and through the precinct doors, walking straight to her husband's desk. He was sat adjacent to Scott, who was also hard at work, peeling through a case file just like Ned appeared to be doing.

"Have you found anything that pops out at you?" Ned asked, running his fingers through his hair as he sat back in his chair with a sigh. He went to loosen his tie as he stood up, bumping into Katie. "Oh, sorry miss. I didn't see you there."

"Hi there," she smiled at her husband, who grinned and kissed her cheek once he saw it was her.

"Hey, you!" He slipped his arm around her waist. "Did we make plans for something this morning? Because I was probably still dead asleep and totally forgot if we did."

"No, we didn't. Don't worry about that," she said, smiling at him. "I just thought I'd drop by and say hi in between running errands."

Katie walked past him and slipped her panties into his pants pocket subtly while she moved to sit down in his desk chair. She crossed her legs in her romper, her legs dangerously long and bare to him.

His eyes traveled over her and she bit her lip watching him as he did. His own gaze had dropped to the pocket she'd tucked something into. "I was just about to go grab my lunch from the fridge if you want to join me." He cleared his throat, watching the way her legs moved again and griding his teeth together

She watched him reach to his pocket, feeling the flimsy material that she knew were the lacy panties she'd only just been wearing. The smirk and blush on his cheeks told her that he knew that now too.

"I'd love too," she stood, kissing him. "I wonder what kind of delicious lunch you have."

"I wonder as well," he laughed, knowing she'd made it for him this morning along with the kids' lunches.

She did that for him almost every morning.

They entered the back room together, the door swinging closed behind them, which he locked to ensure no one could come in before pulling her panties from his pocket.

"Nice touch," he laughed, stuffing them back into his pocket. "I'll enjoy keeping these."

"I don't know what you're talking about." She sat on top of the table and watched as he grabbed his lunch from the fridge and then set it on the nearby counter.

He peeled the belt from his pants and placed it on the chair nearest to him, stepping closer to her. "So you don't wanna have sex?" He asked, eyebrows raised, eyes turned on her, hands just touching her thighs as he spread them.

She inhaled as his hands trailed up her thighs. "I never said that," she grinned and pulled him closer. "But those are my favorite pair. One of them, anyway."

He grinned, pulling them from his pocket, "then I bet you'd do a lot to get them back."

She nodded, reaching for them. "I would," she answered.

"How much?" He asked, pulling them away from her as he moved his hips between her legs, moving his pants down. "What would you do? How far would you go?"

"All the way," she breathed, eyes alight with mischief, grabbing them from his hand. "Whatever you want."

"You act as if I could ever say no to you," he kissed her, her hands coming up to cup his cheek as she laughed, panties still in her hand.

"I know," she smiled, kissing his nose, his cheek, his chin. "Now come on... I'm dying here. I want you to screw me."

He replied with a kiss and shoved aside the bit of material between her legs before pushing into her. She bit back a moan, and he did too, knowing they had to be quiet. This wasn't the first time they'd had sex in this break room, and it wouldn't be the last time either.

He slid the romper straps from her shoulders until her breasts were bared and her bra was free enough to be tossed to the floor. After feeling her bra be taken off, she thought he was heading to her breasts, but he stopped and kissed her stomach.

She'd always been thin and athletic, her routine in the gym although was stressful and annoying, it was easy to get back into, but age and two pregnancies have left her with a little extra weight around her midsection.

"You're so beautiful, Katie" he whispered, his lips pausing to touch her C-section scar just like he always did. "You've always been beautiful." He brought his face to hers, kissing her lips. "Sorry, I got a little distracted. I was heading here."

Ned took her left nipple in his mouth, and she closed her eyes with a quiet moan. This was what she desperately had needed from her. With all of her time being spent with their kids now that summer had begun, she hadn't realized how much time she'd neglected herself from time with her husband.

He'd taken more shifts like he always did in summer for extra hours and hadn't noticed, but she had.

She gripped his shoulders as he moved to her other breast. As he swirled his tongue slowly around the nipple, running his teeth against it, she sighed, her head laying against the back wall, eye closing as she clutched at the back of his head.

She loved to run her fingers through his loose, messy hair, which he constantly failed to fix when he ran his hands through it at work. She never failed to marvel at how soft it was, and of course, she loved to pull it at times like these.

"I need you to do me now," she moaned, catching his attention. "You can ravish me later when you're not on the clock."

He pulled her flush to him, positioning her leg over his shoulder as he started to move, and she remembered how much she liked this angle. She also remembered when they'd broke this table and had to buy a new one, twice. As he thrust harder and deeper, she found herself hurtling toward the brink.

God, she'd missed him. Missed this. Missed them. The daily skin to skin contact. Her name falling off his lips in a heat passion. Dirty break room sex at the station.

They were back and better than ever. Not that they weren't before, but she didn't realize how much she'd missed him. How much they'd neglected themselves by overworking.

"Oh god, I'm going to come again," she gasped, kissing his neck.

"Good," he said, thrusting lower, changing the angle for her. "I've missed you. I'm taking this weekend off. It's about us and our kids. We need this."

"Yes," she couldn't agree more, kissing him happily. "That's perfect."

But as she declared the three words, he plunged back into her with such force that she couldn't stifle the cry that tumbled off her lips. "Katie, shh." He pressed his mouth to hers, quieting her. "God, the guys will never let me hear the end of it again if they hear us again. Let alone any kind of looks from Scott. He's my best friend and the man's walked in on how many times?"

His grip was so firm on her waist, yet his gaze held nothing but love and thus and it ignited a fire deeper than she ever could've imagined. As he continued to thrust into her, he changed the angle so subtly that it filled her to the hilt, and with each snap of his hips, it grew bigger and bigger. Her eyes rolled back, the tension building in her belly, and she groped his hair as another scream bubbled in her throat.

"I feel you, baby," he whispered his mouth resting on her chin. "You're close aren't you?" She stared up at him and shook her head yes. A wicked smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. "Think we can come together?" He gasped, marking her neck as she bobbed her head yet again. "Good."

And with a few last thrusts, he slammed his pelvis up as she rolled her hips down to meet him, and the coil snapped, her orgasm rushing through her. She panted against his mouth, bringing it to hers, relishing the feel of him pulsing inside her, his warmth flooding her while his body trembled beneath her as he rode out his own climax.

He kissed her slowly until wrapped her arms around his neck and he pulled back to gaze at her. "I love you," he told her.

"I love you too," she whispered, kissing him once more. "Will you be home in time for supper?"

"I'm off at five-thirty. Do you need me to get anything?" He asked as he bent down to grab her bra and then stood up again to meet her with another kiss.

"Good. I can't wait." She nodded, pulling the bra back on. "And no, the groceries are in my car now. I'll text you if anything comes up."

He listened while he carefully redressed, letting her fix his tie so that he could kiss her again. "You're beautiful," he said, fixing the strap of her romper. "I'll see you later."

"Thank you," she kissed him again before going to unlock the door on their way out.