A/N: It's Meowser's birthday! Her prompt was Jim and Mel in the rain... hmmm let's see where this goes lol xx Mariah
Ages:
Jim — 45
Melinda — 41
Katie — 16
"Mel, stop," Jim whispered dramatically, moving her wandering foot away from his crotch for the hundredth time that night.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Melinda batted her eyelashes at him, taking a sip of her wine across the table.
They were out for dinner, a new tradition for them once a week now. Melinda had let it slip to Katie that she missed date nights with Jim, and she had mentioned it to her dad when they were training one morning for Katie's next track meet.
Hence the weekly tradition for about a month.
And god damn her husband looked good tonight. They'd gone to the more expensive steakhouse on the opposite side of town and he'd wore light grey dress slacks with a button-up white shirt.
She didn't know how he expected her to keep her hands or feet to herself.
Jim leveled his glare at her, though not very convincingly, and tried to concentrate back on cutting his steak. His blue eyes were almost hidden by his furrowed brows in an attempt to not groan out loud as she rubbed her foot purposefully up his pant leg again.
He closed his eyes and put his fork down, before very deliberately turning to look at her, white-hot flames dancing in his irises. "I don't know how much longer I can hold myself back," he licked his lips.
"Then don't," she murmured quietly, neatly getting up from her chair. She slipped her heels on and stood up, her hand lingering on his strong shoulder as she passed him. "I'll be in the ladies' room..."
He seemed to get her hint pretty quickly and stood up from his chair as she turned the corner toward the restrooms, almost knocking the table over in his haste. She led him towards the restaurant bathroom and leaned against the wall as she waited for him to come around the corner.
It was only a minute before he followed her, and she quickly scanned the hallway to make sure no one was watching as she pulled Jim in with her. Beelining for the first stall, she pushed Jim in, following closely before shutting and locking the door behind her.
"Hi there," she whispered, leaning up to kiss him briefly.
His hands were in her hair before she could even close her eyes. He pulled back slowly and she fell to her knees, her hands tracing over his chest as she did.
"What are you gonna do down there?" he asked, looking down at her. "I have to be back the table soon... my wife is going to be upset if I am missing for too long."
"Well, she will just have to wait..." She tilted her head back to smile up at him, then her hands went for his zipper.
He leaned forward and rested his palms high above her on the stall door and stared down at her as she had just offered him the Hope diamond, or a trip to the moon. She reached in and pulled him out, a hiss escaped his throat when she plunged him into her mouth. None of that head teasing licking or kisses raining over him type of bullcrap; she wanted him.
"Holy shit," he breathed as one hand reached down to stroke the side of her face.
She bobbed back and forth, putting one hand on his hip and wrapping the other around the spare length she couldn't fit in her mouth.
His hips started to push forward, and she took more of him eagerly, but then he suddenly pulled back a little. "Sorry… I just… sorry…" he groaned, running a hand through his disheveled hair. He breathed out heavily, his hand finding its way back of her head, gripping tightly into her hair.
She started to taste the first drops of pre-cum mixed with her saliva. His cock twitched inside her mouth. He was going to give her what she wanted. He put his hands on either side of her face and tried to gently pull her back.
She didn't budge.
"Mel… I'm gonna come…" he trailed off.
She could hear the desperation in his voice and his hand tugged on her hair. She looked up through hooded eyes, keeping her mouth wrapped around him.
His eyes widened, then narrowed when he figured out what she wanted. His shoulders tensed and his jaw clenched hard. "All yours…" he uttered, then exploded hot and salty in her mouth, his stomach muscles rippling under her hand.
She heard two thumps on the stall door where his fist gently hit; other than that, he was silent when he came.
His cock jerked in her mouth and she swallowed hard and rapidly, making sure to get it all, but she still felt a warm trickle on her chin as she pulled back. She slowly licked up and down his length until she was convinced he was cleaned up.
He reached down and put himself back in his pants, then he lifted her up by placing a hand under each of her arms. He smoothed her hair back and pressed his lips to her forehead. "You didn't have to do all of that honey," he grinned, into her skin.
"I wanted to," she whispered. "I have been thinking about it all week."
He made a low noise from the back of his throat, as his eyes continued to smolder. He leaned back and wiped her chin with his sleeve. "You're a messy eater, you know," he teased.
"Only when consuming something delectable as you," she smiled wickedly at him and licked her lips. "Now c'mon... we've still got to look at the dessert menu."
After dessert, Jim and Melinda walked down the steps of the restaurant together. Melinda clung to him under his coat, trying her best to hide from the rain as they both looked around for the car. The parking lot had been pretty full when they'd gotten there, but a lot of people had left since then. He pressed the button, his keys and the headlights to his truck flashed all the way at the back corner of the lot.
"Are you kidding me?" She groaned, looking up at him. "Could you have parked farther away from the door?"
"I didn't know it was gonna rain," he shrugged, looking up at the night sky which was blanketing the town in water. "Do you want me to bring the truck up? You can wait inside."
"No," she sighed, holding onto his hand and pulling him out from under the small balcony over the steps of the restaurant. The water from the clouds above them soaked them immediately. "I'm already wet."
In the rain, Jim's hair becomes one with his face, wetly draped over the bone structure that drove her crazy. His expression went serious. She wondered if he knew how crazy that drove her, how it made her want to feel every inch of his skin.
"I didn't want to get wet," he groaned. "These are nice pants."
"I'll send them to dry cleaners, live a little Clancy!" She yelled, outstretching her arms. "When was the last time it rained like this?"
At this moment, he finally laughed and looked over at her. "You're a little crazy, sometimes, you know."
"Only for you," she grabbed his hand and pulled him closer to her.
He rolled his eyes in that way he did when he's really happy but feeling too macho to show it and they were about to kiss.
The passersby melt away, the rain too, and the moment was theirs. For the kiss, it's as if they've been transported somewhere heavenly and perhaps if it weren't for the cold rain she might believe they had.
