Couldn't, and can't, really make up my mind on if/how more more explicit I should make this story, any input on that is greatly appreciated. Enjoy!

–Afternoon Delight–

Tim pulled the garage door closed behind him as he walked into the kitchen. After filming the first part of a Tool Time on-location episode earlier that day all he wanted was to relax and then later tonight perform his marital duties, as promised. With that in the back of his mind it had been difficult to focus all day.

''Hey, honey,'' he said, walking over to Jill who was peeling apples at the counter.

She could feel his hand on the small of her back as she turned to give him a kiss, ''hey, how'd Tool Time go?''

Tim groaned, he felt the back of his head where beneath his thick hair a bruise was forming, ''no more painful than usual.'' He hung up his coat and walked back to her, ''where are the boys?''

''Mark went to Leroy's house and Brad and Randy went to go see a movie and will be having dinner at Wilson's,'' she answered, seeing his eyes light up and already knowing he had forgotten.

''We've got the house to ourselves?'' He asked. He knew that Jill felt bad for the previous night but he didn't expect her to go to these lengths to make it happen tonight.

''Yes,'' she said, dragging out the word. ''I just have to finish making this pie and pop it in the oven-''

''What's the occasion?'' He sat down on a barstool on the other side of the counter, snagging a slice of apple from the bowl.

''Dinner with Al and Eileen,'' Jill reminded him, seeing his smile falter at the reminder. She could hear him groan again, ''we promised them weeks ago that we would, you're not getting out of this.''

''Just promise me we'll leave early, okay?'' He said, ignoring the look Jill was giving him. ''Tonight is their one night a week,'' he shuddered at the memory of Al revealing that he and Eileen were once a week-ers, it was more than he had ever cared to know about them, he lowered his voice, ''and I can't wait until tonight.''

Jill looked up, a smile on her face, ''is that so?''

''I've been thinking about you all day,'' he said, walking around the counter to her. He didn't want to make her feel like he was pressuring her but he did not care to repeat yesterday, working himself up all day only to then have to take care of himself in the shower. He put an arm around her waist, kissing the side of her neck.

Jill could feel one of his hands move down, coming to rest on the front of her jeans and unbuttoning them, his other hand moving underneath her cardigan and shirt. ''You know,'' she started, putting the finishing touches on the pie, ''this needs to go in the oven for an hour and a half.''

She could see the grin on Tim's face when she turned around. As she closed the oven and pushed all the right buttons he unzipped her jeans. She leaned back into his body, ''Tim?''

''Hmm?''

''Upstairs?''

''Here is fine,'' he said as she turned around in his arms. He unbuttoned her cardigan, pulling it off of her. Her protests were clear to him before she had even verbalized them and he captured her lips in a kiss.

''Wilson could see,'' she reminded him, pulling off his shirt anyway.

''He won't.''

''How do you know that?'' She asked, kissing down his throat. His hands had slipped into the back of her jeans, grabbing her ass.

''Just trust me,'' Tim said. He could feel her hand move down his body, feeling him through his slacks and after the buildup of the entire day he saw stars the moment she did.

''The last time I trusted you we had Mark,'' she reminded him, knowing that despite her objections he had already won her over. She could feel one of his hands slip into the front of her underwear, his hungry lips on hers as he caressed her.

''It'll be fine,'' Tim whispered, one of his hands around her back pulling her closer. He could feel her unbutton his pants and slip her hand inside as his lips moved down to her neck, his entire body pushing up against her.

Jill felt the counter behind her digging into her back but couldn't bring herself to care. She pushed his pants down, taking him out of his underwear, lazily stroking him.

He could feel how wet she was for him. He gave her a slight push, ''turn around.'' Tim tugged her jeans down as she did just that, her hands planted firmly on the counter as she leaned over. The sight of her in front of him, so eager for him… He stroked himself a few times until he was completely hard, before lining himself up and slipping inside with a groan.

Jill took a deep breath as he did, feeling him fill her up. One of his hands was on her belly, holding her body close to his own, his face buried in her neck as he began thrusting, her head falling back onto his shoulder. It started out more slowly than usual, a tempo that was usually reserved for when they were in bed together, not late afternoon sex up against a counter. Still, she appreciated him giving her a moment to get used to him; even after all these years her body was quick to forget how good he felt inside of her.

Hearing how shaky her breathing got for a second, hearing how her body responded to his own, he couldn't think of anything that would turn him on more. When her breathing leveled out, he picked up the pace a little bit.

Her hand ran down the arm around her before moving downwards, it taking no effort for her to find her clit. It didn't feel as good as when he did it but she wasn't about to complain.

He could feel her walls tighten around him. His lips moved to her cheek, finding her lips as soon as she turned her face to him. The sound of his hips slamming against hers, her sweet moans… it was pushing him to the edge faster than he wanted to get there.

Jill could feel her toes curling, it taking all her brainpower to focus on the task at hand. It had taken him a few minutes but Tim had found the perfect tempo and an angle that was hitting all the sweet spots. Jill could feel her knees buckle beneath her. She could feel his fingers digging into her belly and knew exactly what that meant, his groans in her ear. ''Don't stop,'' it quickly became a mantra. She could feel her muscles tightening, needing him to carry on for just a few more sweet moments.

The moment her muscles started contracting around him he fell over the edge as well, his body collapsing against hers, his face buried in her hair, both breathing hard. He kept his arm around her, leaning against the counter – needing something to hold onto – with his other hand. Her warmth was relaxing him even more, groaning in protest when she started to move, neither of them completely satisfied yet when he withdrew from her.

He took a few steps away, Jill's presence was – as always – intoxicating, and he needed distance to help him think clearly. With a paper towel he wiped himself off, handing her one as well which she gratefully accepted.

Jill watched him put on his shirt, grabbing one of the flaps before he had a chance to button it up again, pulling him closer. ''We've still got a little while until we need to go, wanna go upstairs?''