A/N: Thanks SWWoman! Once again I'd like to apologize for the delay in posting. My sister-in-law who had been fighting cancer passed away and I had to be with my brother for his loss. It was heart wrenching to see him so broken over the loss of his wife of over forty years after just losing our mother several months ago. Please keep our family in your thoughts and prayers.
The Real Connection 4
As John carried Joss to her bedroom, he briefly stopped in front of Taylor's bedroom door, and he looked at her questioningly. She simply shook her head in the negative, and resumed her exploration of the sensitive skin of his neck and shoulder. Once he was inside her bedroom, he let her legs slide down the sides of his until her feet were planted on the floor.
They continued to kiss, letting their hands wander over each other's bodies as if they were marking the terrain, and soon their lips began to follow the trail their hands had blazed. Joss unbuttoned John's shirt slowly, never taking her eyes from his, and pushed it from his shoulders. Her hands began caressing his taut stomach and expansive chest then rolled over his broad shoulders.
The feel of Joss's warm hands on his bare skin nearly drove John wild. She had been tortuously slow in unbuttoning his shirt, and with each button his breath had become more shallow. Her eyes never left his as she touched him, branding him as hers with every brush of her fingertips. He could see the fire building in her eyes, and he knew she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
That's when John stepped away from Joss. "I can't do this," he whispered softly.
Confusion, humiliation and anger, warred for dominance inside Joss. "What? Why?" She asked John, frustrated and a little angry as she stepped toward him.
John took a step back as she came forward. He continued to look into her eyes. "I can't take advantage of you," he replied honestly, although he knew she didn't know the full extent of what he meant.
Joss physically relaxed, and smiled. He really was a good man. She started to saunter toward him, but he kept back peddling. "If you will recall, it was me that asked you to stay," she said in a low seductive voice that had John going stiff at the sound of it.
"That may be true, but as a gentleman, I shouldn't…" John tried to say, but couldn't finish because Joss had just traced her full lips with her fingertip, and then slowly sucked the tip into her mouth, making him groan audibly. He had to get out of this room, or she was going to make him change his mind, and he couldn't do that because he loved her too much. Spying his shirt on the floor, he reached for it, grabbed it, and then turned on his heel to head for the door. What she said next stopped him in his tracks.
"John Reese, if you don't get over here, and finish what you started, I'm going to have to arrest you for assaulting an officer," Joss stated in a firm, sultry voice that made the hairs on the back of John's neck stand up.
Slowly John turned to see Joss smiling a beguiling smile with a set of handcuffs dangling from the finger she had placed in her mouth a minute ago. He opened his mouth to say something, but she interrupted him before he could even start.
"Don't bother denying it. I finally remembered where I had seen you before. Would you like to know what gave you away?" Joss asked smoothly as she walked toward a stunned John Reese, dropping the handcuffs on the floor.
John swallowed hard before he asked hoarsely, "What?". He licked his suddenly dry lips as Joss reached him, and placed her hands on his bare shoulders. His body shivered.
Joss raised to the tips of her toes until her face was a mere inch from his. "It was your eyes, John. You have very…unique and beautifully expressive eyes," Joss whispered quietly against his lips, and then kissed him so deeply he felt her briefly touch his soul. When she pulled away, he gazed into her eyes, still dark with passion, and then he lifted her into his arms, and carried her to the bed.
Once again John placed Joss on her feet, his hands cupping the back of her neck, tilting her head upward as he caressed her cheeks with his thumbs. He couldn't tear his gaze away from hers as he whispered softly, "You knew, and yet…?" He couldn't finish his question because it was so unthinkable.
"Yes," Joss simply breathed. She heard a deep, throaty groan come from John. His lips crashed against hers passionately, possessively. He seemed to pour every ounce of need inside him into the kiss, and she responded in kind, threading her fingers through his feather soft hair. She pressed her body against his to get closer, but there were still too many barriers between them.
Everything was happening so fast, John's senses couldn't process it all. Their clothes seemed to melt as every layer was peeled away, and discarded. He worshiped every inch of Joss as she was revealed, and her cries of ecstasy made him rock hard. When he lowered her to the bed, his body followed hers, and he lay against her from head to toe, skin to skin, his cock pressed against her warm, wet, sex; his body moving against hers in pure bliss. His hands moved over her body, memorizing every hill and valley, every curve and dip. He nuzzled her neck and shoulder, breathing in her essence which sent him further into sensory overload, and he hadn't even taken her yet. He raised his head, and took her lips with his again, slipping his tongue into the silken depths, moaning a sigh.
Joss returned John's moaning sigh into his kiss, and welcomed his invasion into her mouth. She felt her body tingle, and her sex throb as John lay over her with his hard cock pressed against her. Her body moved with his as their hands and lips explored each other. With each kiss, every touch, their passion grew until they were both panting breathlessly. His hands on her breasts, his mouth on her hard nipple sent spikes of desire throbbing through her body to her sex until she was crazed with wanting him inside her. She felt his hand slide down her body, over the curve of her waist, and the swell of her hip then over her soft curls until he reached the swollen bud of her sex. She cried out, and her hips surged upwards as his elegant fingers caressed her clit. Then she felt his two fingers slide into her, moving in and out as he continued to suck on her breast. She clutched the hair at his head, holding him to her breast, and whispered soft words of encouragement to her lover.
After he had thoroughly worshiped Joss's breasts, John kissed his way back to her lips, taking them passionately. While he continued to move his fingers inside her, he suddenly felt her small hand grip him firmly. She began to stroke him in long, firm strokes until he was throbbing painfully in her soft hold. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment then opened them slowly. "Joss," he groaned in helpless appeal.
Again, Joss only breathed, "Yes." She spread her legs wide, and then bent her knees to cradle him in a loving embrace.
John kissed Joss lovingly, then centered himself at her warm, wet, entrance, and with one deep thrust drove himself into the sweet paradise of her tight, welcoming body. Their cries of ecstasy sounded in unison, and John held still to cherish the moment of their joining.
When he felt he could, John pulled back, and then drove himself home again while Joss's hips surged upward to meet him. He began to move inside her, faster and harder, the sensations hitting him like a hurricane, until he was wildly driving into her body, and she was meeting him stroke for stroke. "Fuck," he said when he felt her grab his ass, her fingernails digging into his flesh, pushing him harder. He wrapped his arms under her, and buried his face in her neck until he completely lost himself in her body, and what she was doing to him.
Joss was swept away on a surging tide of sensations. When John had driven himself into her it was a little uncomfortable at first, but when he started to move, all discomfort vanished, and all she could feel was pure ecstasy. The ache in her sex grew with every thrust and push. She felt her muscles tighten like a spring, and knew it wouldn't take much to send her over the edge. His cock strained and throbbed inside her, and that only intensified the sensations rippling through her sex. He reached between their surging bodies, began stroking her clit, and she felt herself tighten around him. Then she exploded, and her body trembled with the effect of her orgasm, her sex contracting around his throbbing cock as she cried out his name.
John squeezed his eyes shut, and continued to push into Joss until he heard her cry out his name, then she burst around him, dragging him over the cliff into the abyss with her name on his lips.
"So when did you know who I really was," John asked quietly as he lay against the headboard with Joss sprawled across his chest. He was gently caressing the curve of her delicate spine where it led to her splendid ass.
Joss sat up slightly so she could look into his face. He stopped his gentle stroking. "At the bar. When you said I was beautiful. There was something in your eyes that I recognized, and I immediately knew who you were," she said softly as she traced his jaw with her fingertip.
"And you brought me home with you? Was it to arrest me or…" John didn't finish because he wasn't sure he wanted to know the answer.
Joss sat up fully to face him, and John sat up further on the headboard. "To be honest, John, what I said was the truth. I didn't know what to do with you. I had been chasing you for over four months, and now there you were, sitting in my den, on my couch, drinking a glass of wine. I should've been furious that you deceived me, but for reasons I don't yet understand, I wasn't. I was just glad I had finally found you," she ended in an almost exasperated tone.
John was silent for a long time, just watching her as she wrestled with the tangle of emotions she was feeling. He knew how she felt. Not knowing the answers to all of those questions exploding in your mind. The feelings you're afraid to express because, frankly, you don't know how to express them, or what would happen if you did. She was sitting on her knees, looking down at her hands in her lap. He reached over, placing his fingers under chin, and lifted her face so he could see her.
"Joss, I won't ask you to give anything you're not ready to give," John said softly. She seemed to relax a little, but it made him a little sad because it meant she wasn't ready to say she loved him. He took a deep breath, and asked, "So what do we do now?"
Joss lay back across John's chest, and looked into his beautifully expressive eyes. "Tonight, we love each other. Tomorrow will figure itself out," she said with a coy smile.
John smiled, and rolled her over onto her back while Joss giggled. "That sounds like a good plan."
They loved each other until the sun came up the next morning. What awaited them after that would work itself out.
A/N: Joss is one sharp woman! John should have know he couldn't fool her. I hope you enjoyed this fic, and will drop me a line or two. See you soon...
