Finish It.

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"Dammit," he muttered before hauling a gym bag over his shoulder and turning his gaze upwards. "Jamison and Harold Frost, if you are not down here in the next ten seconds, I swear to God you will not live long enough to see your Playstations again!"

He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose, trying to eliminate the wrinkles that were haunting his forehead. He was so preoccupied that he missed a little eight year old girl slamming into his lower half, almost pushing him over.

"Don't I look pretty Daddy?" a girlish voice squeaked excitedly below him.

"Oomf!" Jack grunted but automatically held the girl's shoulders protectively before he had actually gotten a good look at her face. "Hey snowflake."

Little Daisy looked up, her eyes the mirror of his, yet her eyelids were covered in some kind of gunk. Frowning, Jack knelt before her, rubbing at the pink stuff with a thumb. Coming away and flicking it between fingers, he deduced that it was Elsa's very expensive lipstick.

Chuckling at how this was going to go down, he ushered her towards the bathroom.

"You look lovely snowflake, but wash off your face quickly and don't forget to not to wipe you face on the white towels this time!"

Turning around just in time, Jack saw two boys jumping down the staircase in their fear of not playing on their playstations, their boot bags in one hand while having a shoving match. Again.

Jack rolled his eyes, praying to a god out there to give him strength to deal with all this in one day, knowing that tonight was the night.

There was a screech of surprise upstairs and Jack knew that Elsa had found what their youngest had done with her makeup.

"DAISY!"

The little blonde girl stuck her head out of the bathroom. "Yes, Mummy?"

Jack almost laughed at the innocence on her face yet when she turned to go back into the bathroom, he could have sworn there was a little smirk of mischief covering her small pouty lips.

He didn't know how they ever thought to have more than one child.

Well, that was wrong, because he knew why they had Harry after conceiving Jamie was because they didn't want him to be lonely. Yet Daisy? Well…she was a pleasant surprise.

But after this debacle? Jack was pretty sure that there wouldn't be an eight year old left once his wife was through with her. Oh well, it was fun while it lasted.

He sighed again, glancing up the stairs for where Elsa was getting ready for a quick Saturday brunch meeting before she could come back. Then they would finally be alone. Weeks of preparation, all boiling down to this moment.

The boys had their football training, which Jack would drop them off at before taking Daisy onto her friend's birthday party. Then in the evening they were all at sleepovers meaning that for the first time in what felt like years, him and Elsa would be alone at last.

"Dad! We're ready to go now!" Harry complained while swinging off the front door.

"No swinging on the door; you know what mum says about you doing that," Jack scolded, but nevertheless grabbing him by his arm before taking him in to rub his knuckle into his scalp.

"ARRRGGGG!" Harry yelped, struggling to overpower his father and failing.

"Honey?" Jack called up the stairs, not paying attention to the squirming ten year old in his arms, "I'm going to be leaving soon."

Just as he said that, he saw Daisy come out of the lower stairs bathroom, her face a raw red from furious rubs. He just prayed that she didn't use the white towels where the stain would be obvious to Elsa and infuriate her more.

"Come on snowflake," Jack released his hold on Harry to lead a hand over to his youngest, which would have been a mistake if he hadn't been prepared for him to try and tackle him again.

Sticking a hand on Harry's forehead, he just spared a glare at him that clearly said get in the car.

With a petulant huff the blonde haired boy retracted from his dad and made his way over to the 4x4 as Daisy took his hand.

"Jack?" Elsa called down the stairs, "your sister called for you earlier, something about a client? I started to tune out because you know how important it is if I-"

"Yeah I know!" Jack replied, digging his hand into his pocket. "Did she say it was important?"

"Um," he saw Elsa stick her perfectly made hair and face over the banister, "I don't think it would be important enough that she wouldn't mind you not replying for like the twenty minutes it takes to get to the football club."

He nodded and reshuffled the bag over his shoulder. "Alright, and your brunch thing will be over by three at the latest right?"

She mirrored his nod before calling out a quick goodbye before sorting the rest of herself out for the important brunch. Shaking his head, Jack pushed Daisy out of the door who was still clinging to his side like a barnacle and singing a random tune.

Seeing the boys actually sitting and buckled in the back of his car, he was almost singing their praises if they hadn't been in a vicious war of hair pulling. Jack rubbed his forehead again in frustration.

He was thirty seven and if he hadn't met Elsa, would currently be a bachelor alike his father before him. He lived in his wife's family home, whereas before her he would be living in his own home, being primary president rather than secondary. He would have a two seater rather than the 4x4 and an estate.

But it was no use lamenting a life that he knew would be too dull for him as he dived into the action of separating his two boys that were currently pretending that they were teenage girls.

And it was only when he was driving back from dropping off Daisy at her birthday sleepover party and stopping at a traffic light, that he leant over to check his gym bag had all the necessary equipment for a good hour wind down in the gym. However that was when his hand got caught in something rough.

Frowning, Jack looked away from the lights for a second, and soon after which he sorely wished he hadn't.

Because there, dangling from one finger, was a scrappy piece of lace thong that had him enraptures.

It was the electric blue number. His favourite.

It was only when he heard the honking of horns behind him that he realised that he had been motionless for the past five minutes and the lights had already changed back to red.

Snapping his eyes back to the road, he let out a shaky breath, tightening his hold on the steering wheel to a death grip, the lace caught in one hand.

He faced an indecision: to go get that naughty wife of his now, or wait to punish her later.

Putting the car in gear, Jack rolled forward, mulling over his options.

She undoubtedly be pissed if he took her away from the meeting, because this was such an important one that even Jack knew if they got this client on board, it would up the income of the entire company for years to come.

Sighing, Jack knew that he wouldn't go get her, instead his foot pressed a little harder on the accelerator, knowing that there was a muscle machine in the gym with his name on it.

…o0o…

It was about two o'clock when Jack rolled back into the driveway.

Rubbing his crusty forehead, he wrinkled his nose in disgust at the remaining sweat that came off before hauling him and his bag out of the car and through the doorway of his house.

Toeing off his shoes, Jack jogged up the stairs and dumped his bag in the corner of his side of the room.

His muscles ached but how else was he to work off the frustration his obviously very virile wife had aroused in him? But obviously there are ways in which people take it too far. One of which, he fought a professional boxer who had apparently made it to the trials for the Olympics (didn't get in, but still).

Sighing, Jack massaged the back of his neck before stripping his way over to the shower in their ensuite. Switching on the shower, he pivoted to examine himself in the mirror with a tentative hand.

Luckily, the guy had taken pity and had mainly aimed for gentle rib shots rather than face shots. He could imagine Elsa's face if he came home with a black eye. She would be fuming and calling for a law suit. It wouldn't be pretty.

Scrubbing his face, Jack turned to his shower and stepped into the cubicle, immediately revelling in the feeling of water soothing his aching limbs.

Standing there, he could feel his tiredness draining away with the water that was going down said drain and Jack, if he scrunched his eyes tight enough, could almost pretend that Elsa was in with him and there was no one else.

Just her and those sinful hands which had started on his chest but were making their way down to the lower half of his belly. He could really feel her breasts pressing into his back as one hand gripped-

He gasped as he felt a giggle at his back.

"I was almost wondering if you didn't realise I was here," Elsa purred into his back where he could feel a kiss being placed.

However, when she gripped him firmly, Jack snaked a hand to her derriere, holding her to his back, his eyes clenching shut again.

"Honestly, I thought stress had gotten to me and I was just imagining that you were there," he replied before he groaned as the hand that had so lovingly tightened began to move.

Slowly. Up. And. Down.

Jack groaned again, leaning his head forward onto the wall in front of him, the cool stone a grounding point.

He flinched. He shouldn't think of grounding, especially when-

God.

His eyes snapped open as he felt a wet tongue tickling his ear, a soft pant from his wife the only indication that she was as turned on as he was right then.

Spinning around, Jack caught her mouth with his, the hand on her bottom tightening in pleasure as he massaged it with his palm. Even after almost twenty years, it seemed that her buttocks were just as firm and high as when she was a teenager.

He never thought he would get so lucky.

Elsa turned her face away and he diverted his attention to her own ear eagerly before continuing their conversation.

"So what did Lucy want?" she sighed as he had subtly moved one hand from her bottom and was carefully holding her breast, knowing how sensitive they were after having three children. A shiver of fire trailed down her spine at the feeling of just one of his calloused thumbs pushing on her nipples making a beeline straight from her breasts down to her lower stomach where it felt like a bush fire was burning down there.

No pun intended.

Jack grunted, moving down her throat in a sensuous dance of tongue and lips and kisses.

"Oh, she was just checking she was doing her job right," he paused as his lips almost encountered her nipple with a slight, brief touch of his lips, "again."

Elsa sighed, both from exasperation and desire as his mouth, wet and hot overcame the heat of the shower water that bounced off Jack's broad shoulders and spat around her face.

"She has just moved-mmm-up the ladder so to speak," her fingers dug hard into the damp hair behind his head, "it is probably really daunting."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Jack muttered, licking and surrounding the nipple again and again, almost forcing her to lose train of thought. "How did brunch go?" he moved his nose up the sensitive underside of her jaw before hovering over her lips, his breath moisting Elsa's already steamed mouth, "you make any new contacts?"

He didn't really offer her much of a chance to reply as he devoured her pouty mouth, that was sinfully lying open, waiting for him to make a move. His tongue entered the equation and Elsa could have sworn her knees turned to noodles and backed up against the wall from both lack of oxygen and from the desire that was flooding her privates just from Jack's mouth alone.

Tearing her face to the side again, Elsa fought for breath as he made his way downwards, lapping the water that was trickling down her belly button, digging it in, forcing her to scrabble at the walls, desperately hoping that he would move along soon so she wasn't kept waiting for very much longer.

"Y-yeah," she stuttered out as her vision went blurry after Jack hooked her leg onto his shoulder. "I-I think it will be very beneficial and-god why are we still talking?"

Her husband just nodded against the inside of her thigh before inserting his tongue and beginning a slow fire that sent her knees into water, eventually falling down when her hands on the wall behind her couldn't make purchase on the stone.

It was only made worse when he added his finger and she clenched around two of them and Jack grunted, unable to hold back anymore, switching off the shower behind him, he yanked on Elsa's pliant body, darting out of the cubicle and onto the spacious counter.

Shoving her onto the surface, he didn't bother with preliminaries as he shoved himself deep inside her, swallowing her moan with his mouth, shoving his tongue all but down her throat.

There was a rattle as Jack pound into her so hard and realised that the mirror fixture was shaking.

Ripping his face away, he couldn't contain his gasps as Elsa gripped the back of his head so hard that he could swear that his hair was falling out like a balding man, although the pain wasn't unpleasant.

No, it was arousing. Captivating. Primal.

Yanking himself out of her, he abruptly tugged her off the counter and spun her around so he could thrust into her, his front leaning over her back, his hands fiercely tightening on her hips, probably bruising her skin worse than his.

The premonition of his orgasm coming, he couldn't feel Elsa clenching any different so in a last ditch effort, bent and clamped his teeth on her neck and snaked his hand down her front a just flicked-

Elsa came with a shriek that, for once, she didn't have to muffle because there were no children in the house.

Grunting Jack, thrust himself deeper and deeper, rushing to catch up and when the lightening sizzled down his spine, he cried out and fell with a sigh, pressing his front to her flawless spine.

"So, I…was…thinking," he gasped into her ear, his hand sliding down her spine, knowing that it was a tickle spot and also her one place she said he could ever show affection on without getting maimed. "We should totally order Chinese food."

Elsa groaned, her face pressing further into the white marble, her dark blonde hair sticking to her neck and splaying over her back. "You are so right; we haven't had it in ages because you know how-"

"-Jamie refuses to eat it because of the one occasion of food poisoning," he finished for her knowingly, finally pulling out of her with a lewd suction but tried to refrain from blushing but even after all those years he could still feel it flagging up his cheeks.

However, he knew that he couldn't stop the heat that flushed over his entire body when, exhausted, Elsa sent him a lascivious look over her shoulder, her own cheeks red from exertion and lust.

Swallowing, Jack tried to step back, his hand rubbing awkwardly his sodden hair and tried to point just as gawkily at the door, averting his gaze to everything and anything.

"So I'll just uh," he trailed off when Elsa lazily turned over, resting that cute and ever so distracting bottom on the ledge, one foot pressed over the other daintily, only partially covering up her decency downstairs.

However, his wife blatantly pressed her palms on the edges, pushing out her still perky breasts. It was too much, yet not enough as Jack felt his throat go dry.

Where it would usually take more time to recover after such an intense love making at his age, he was the fucking energiser bunny for all he knew as the man downstairs began to awaken again.

Knowing he had to get out of there soon or he wouldn't be able to last the entire night, Jack tried a speedy get away to the bedroom but Elsa was faster.

Snapping the door shut, she blocked him from his exit and he couldn't slowdown in time so ended up flattening himself up against her.

"So eager to run away?" she pouted, her index finger trailing down his clavicle and was curling in and out of the snowy snail trail, teasingly dipping down into the thatch of hair before coming back up.

"It's not-not that babe," he tried to say pleadingly but got caught as a sneaky hand slipped over his already very sensitive skin.

"Then what is it?" she purred, putting herself on her tiptoes to whisper in his ear.

"It's because," he hesitated, mumbling the last part of his answer that Elsa already knew.

"Honey," startled, Jack paid attention to what she was about to say. She never used belittling pet names. "I know that you don't last like you used to and frankly," she lowered her voice slightly, "I kind of like using the rest of the evening just to snuggle and watch Desperate Housewives with you."

He sighed in relief, resting his forehead against hers before slightly pumping his hips forward in a subtle permission to let her have her wicked way with him. "As long as it's not season two again."

Grinning like the Cheshire cat, it also occurred to him like that damn cat, because one moment Jack was leaning in to kiss her pretty, smart little mouth, the next? She had disappeared.

Right down to his lower anatomy where her hot mouth was enclosing over him and he had groaned, resting his forearms on the door with a thud.

"Jesus," Jack didn't even try to restrain another little dig and grunted when he felt her swallow around him.

God that was so hot.

Her mouth moved to the tip of him and the wet skin that was exposed cooled and provided a delicious contrast where he found the pleasure shivering through his ribcage and almost gave him a serious case of heart burn.

Feeling her removed her mouth completely, he wasn't prepared for the hard sucking of his dick again and he was sweating in a lust filled heat and his shallow pumps were coming faster now feeling the pleasure racking up his body faster and faster and faster. His mouth gaping open, his face scrunched up as he could feel his balls tighten as-

"Augh," Jack came and Elsa swallowed.

All of it.

And he had never seen anything hotter.

Gasping, Jack fell to his knees where he cradled his wife in his arms.

"Damn," he cuddled his face into her neck, delighting in the almost unnoticeable shiver going through her body, "I think I can be negotiable with Desperate Housewives, season two, if you really want it that much."

Elsa giggled, kissing the underside of his jaw, mimicking him from earlier.

"It's okay," she pushed him away as she stretched lazily and patted him on the cheek, "you choose the season I'll get our regular?"

Jack nodded and retrieved two towels from the side and folded one around her who had already plaited her hair and he tucked one around his waist.

Opening the door, he got changed into the flannel pyjama bottoms and snuggled into the blue silken sheets, switching on the DVD player that he knew that she had been trying to secretly watch most of the Supernatural without him.

Settling down, Jack waited in bed for his wife, like he would do for the rest of his days.

Hopefully with her naked, but that wasn't a deal breaker.

There was a cough by the door and as he looked up he wished he didn't.

Because there in the electric blue bra and knicker set, Elsa was nonchalantly trying to go about setting up the take away boxes on the bed, while her breasts dangled oh so tempting in front of him.

But that was how fate was cruel.

It gave you what you wanted and more, so if it ever goes away, it would be painful to live without.

Sighing, Jack lifted his arm just in time for the opening drama to ensue and for Elsa to tuck herself neatly under his arm with her chopsticks, watching the unfortunate married life that had fortunately not occurred to him and Elsa.

As it should be.

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And the end!

Thank you for all those reviews, they were lovely to read and I'm sorry for those who I got back to and those that I didn't and for those with the sassy reviews with 'oh my god you updated!' that was amusing and made my day FILLED WITH MOCKS AND OF THREE WEEK SICKNESS. Well there was a week between that but I really couldn't be bothered to do any work because come on, my family was all down for Christmas, would you really make me be so antisocial?

Well, I'm glad for those who have favourited this, I'll probably go back at some point to edit it, but only after Chemistry Tension, maybe add a couple more smutty bits if I feel like it.

The zombie apocalypse is a go but probably won't start it until I finished my other 20 plus chapter story The Knicker Entrepreneur.

~JustThatKindOfSpecial