Basically what happened after the season 5 episode Chicago Hope. Will probably become a bit more explicit in future chapters.

–I Got You Babe–

''I can't believe Mike was the source for that article,'' Tim said as he closed the hotel door behind him.

It had been a rather eventful day. Not only had he closed the Chicago deal after a somewhat grueling day with Bud Harper and Mike McKewen but he had pushed his marriage to the brink and brought it back. He was glad to finally be alone with Jill.

Tim watched Jill take off her shoes before getting on the... he was sure she had mentioned what it was called but it was hard to remember after the long day he'd had. The futons had already been laid down and he couldn't wait to rest his head and drift off to sleep. But that wasn't what they had come for.

Yes, Jill finding out the real reason why he had been away from their room most of the day had helped her anger somewhat – especially since it was work related – and their karaoke song had too, but he knew how discontent she was with their current relationship — and lack of marital relations — and wouldn't fool himself into believing that their rendition of You Got Me Babe would actually solve that.

''He has a very lucky wife,'' Jill said absentmindedly as she attempted to get more comfortable. She had been all for going to the Japanese hotel but had expected the futons to be slightly more comfortable than this. The magazine she had been reading was still laid next to her and she pushed it to the side. She hoped that their stay tonight would finally get them out of the rut they had been in for a month now; at least Tim closing the deal at last would eliminate one distraction.

Tim put his hands in his pockets as he looked down at her, not wanting her to think for even a second that he wouldn't do anything to make her feel as lucky. ''I've been thinking,'' he started.

''Yeah?'' Jill asked as she got up and reached for her suitcase, looking for a nightgown.

Tim took it from her the moment she found it, ''With what I'm thinking you're not going to need this,'' he said as he wiggled his eyebrows. He could see this intrigued her, ''I've been thinking, what if we try to be as lucky this week?''

Jill frowned, ''Five times?'' Their lovemaking had been even more frequent than that when they were first dating and after they had gotten married, but it had slowed down a lot over the years, especially after the boys had been born. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, holding him close as she looked up at him, ''You think you can handle that?'' She could only hope he meant more than just a 'babe, I've got three minutes, let's go' kind of situation.

He kissed her softly, ''I think it's worth a try, yeah.'' His hands held her at her waist, the material of her red dress soft beneath his hands with the knowledge that her skin was even softer. He could feel her soft lips brush against his own and for the first time in weeks allowed himself to give in – he finally didn't get distracted by a salute to whatever they could do for when they got picked up in Chicago, not a single thought about turning fire escapes into urban patios.

Jill started unbuttoning the buttons on his shirt as he kissed her more deeply. She had missed his lips on her own and had her fingers crossed that he could stay focused. Sure, they had kissed in the past month but she had missed them doing literally anything more.

Tim's hands found their way to the zipper on the back of her dress and he slowly pulled it down. When she had walked in on him singing karaoke with the guys he was sure he had blown their whole weekend stay but was glad that didn't seem to be the case.

After she had unbuttoned his shirt he quickly pulled it off, immediately followed by his tank top. Jill ran her hand through the hair on his chest, the feel of his bare skin beneath her hands turning her on more than expected – though she wasn't surprised it didn't take much after all this time. Her hand travelled down and when she reached his zipper she could feel he was already halfway hard – his eyes had gotten a bit darker and she knew that though he was very much a jokester he was more serious now.

Jill pulled the dress straps down her arm and let the dress fall around her ankles, only pulling away from Tim for a second to take off her pantyhose. Tim looked down at her, a grunt escaping his mouth. He kicked off his shoes before slowly walking them back and pushing her back towards the futons she had already laid out for them.

''You look beautiful,'' he whispered in her ear, figuring it wouldn't hurt to butter her up a bit after what he had put her through.

''I told you we didn't need kimonos for what I had in mind,'' Jill said as she pushed his slacks down, smiling when he kicked them off. Her hand found its way into his underwear and she could hear a groan leave his mouth as he started kissing her neck.

He cupped her ass through her underwear, appreciating the lace underwear she had put on special for tonight. It had been a long time since either of them had made much effort in the bedroom and he had daydreamed about something like this happening every time he came across her lingerie stashed away somewhere in the back of their closet.

As they stumbled back onto the futon – lying down at last – they both managed to rid themselves of the remainder of the underwear they had had on.

Tim was stroking Jill's hair as he was half on top of her, half next to her, smiling down as he looked into her eyes.

''I missed this,'' she whispered. Her hand made its way up his arm before cupping his face, drawing him closer.

He kissed her deeper, a slight gasp leaving her mouth when his hand moved down and cupped her sex before he softly started rubbing circles around her clit. He could feel how wet she was for him already – undoubtedly the arousal that had been building all day. Tim slipped two fingers inside her, smiling against her mouth when her hand moved down to his butt, pulling him closer and more on top of her.

Her hand made its way down to his dick, closing her hand around it and mimicking the same slow tempo Tim was using on her. She moved her leg to the side and guided him inside of her, her hand grasping the sheet beneath her as she had almost forgotten how good he felt inside of her.

His hand reached for hers, their fingers entwining, as he gave her a second to get used to him. It had been he who had been the reason why they hadn't done this in a month but he now couldn't remember why he hadn't made the time for it; she was so hot, so wet, it made him forget everything else.

Jill gave him a slight nod and he started thrusting, her ankles crossing behind him as she moved with him.

She could only hope that he'd be able to live up to his promise.