"We have now landed in New York City. We hope you had a nice flight; and thank you for joining—"
Jane was out of her seat before anyone else could. She was walking down the aisle to make sure not to stir trouble.
"In a hurry, ma'am?" The stewardess asked her while opening the door to the plane for her.
"Duh," Jane whispered under her breath, but thanked the woman and headed out into the collapsible hallway. When she was out of sight, she ran; ran out of the hallway, out of the terminal, and out of the airport. Once she was in a cab she could breathe again. Her breath came in long, deep gasps.
"Are you okay?" The driver asked her while looking nervously at her in his review mirror.
"I'm fine," she said once she calmed down. "Could you please drive faster?"
John was sitting in his game room waiting for Jane to get home. He would pounce on her and they would make a night to remember. He could wait for answers about Moscow. For now, he needed to get her clothes off as soon as possible.
He was thinking about what exactly he would do to Jane when he clothes we off, when he saw the shine of lights in the driveway. He immediately went for a gun when he didn't recognize the car, but then Jane got out and paid the cabbie. She walked up to the house. There was something wrong. Jane wasn't confident anymore. Something had happened over in Russia and John was determined to find out what exactly that was.
Jane walked through the door, and John was in front of her in an instant. "Hello honey," he said while bending down to kiss her softly on the lips. She flinched at the touch and he backed away.
"Are you okay?" John asked her while looking at her. She was covered in bruises. "What the hell happened to you?"
Jane shook her head. "I fell down a flight of stairs."
John was appalled that she would so blatantly lie to her about something that could be serious. "You're lying."
Jane looked up at him in surprise when John said that. He watched as her eyes watered and then her lip tremble. She threw her arms around John and began to shake. "Oh Jane," he said soothingly, well he hoped it was soothing. "You can tell me what happened? Did someone touch you? 'Cause God help them, I will kill 'em!"
Jane pulled away. "It's just been a bad weekend. I had to ditch the conference and go help a client personally over in Russia—" One of her lies was covered, now for the rest. "—it was rough work, they totally crashed all of their computers. We had to—well it was rough, and then walking through the airport, I was so tired, I thought someone was following me. And then my cell phone died and I freaked out. I overreacted. I'm sorry to have made you worry."
Jane looked up at her husband and smiled sincerely. She hated lying to him, but she had to do it—for both of their sakes. John wrapped his strong arms around Jane's waist and held her for a moment. She could feel the warmth radiating off of him, and suddenly she felt like she was finally home, at last. Just being in his arms made him feel like she was at home.
John wasn't sure if Jane was lying or not, but his body didn't care, it only wanted his wife. He wanted her so bad it hurt like a bullet wound. He held her for a moment and then lowered his lips to hers. She sighed as their lips collided and he hugged her tighter.
"Oh John," she mumbled into his mouth and he felt himself fall in love with Jane all over again.
Jane was clawing for the bottom of John's shirt while they managed their way up the treacherous steps. John's hands were on Jane's hips, his fingertips soaking in her curves—the curves he had been shunned from for what felt like ages. Suddenly John didn't have a shirt on, and Jane pressed her palms on the pecs of John's immaculate chest. He had been working out, she thought while biting his lower lips.
"Oh God," John moaned as Jane nibbled on his lower lips. He stopped them on the landing and took Jane's head in his hands. He kissed her, his tongue sweeping into her mouth, claiming it as his, and only his. Jane kissed John back and took his hands and placed them on the front of her pants. John got the hint. He began unzipping her pants and slipped his hands over her skin to her butt. Underwear, damn!
His hands felt so wonderful on her skin. Goosebumps appeared on her skin and she groaned; he felt so good. John satisfied all of her senses. They began to climb the steps again and finally reached the top never breaking their kiss. In one swift movement, John had her pinned up against a wall, her legs wrapped around him. He could feel her heat; John gripped her and kissed her neck. Jane moaned in frustration and her breathing became rigid.
John felt something stir within him. It felt like he had to protect her from whoever had made her feel so scared. He was in that dank house again in the sticks, his arms around three girls' shoulders. Jane had looked so vulnerable and scared.
John was thrown back to the present when Jane whispered in his ear. "Bedroom?" Her voice was filled with quiet desperation; she was worried he wouldn't want to. John could hear that Jane was scared of rejection. I couldn't possibly reject her now, John thought as she nibbled on his earlobe. In one swift movement, John had Jane in his arms and was carrying her off to their bedroom.