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A/N: This chapter will have some adult content. Those who are offended look away and come back next chapter.

John stared at Marty unsure of how to answer her request. It was simple yet it was so complicated. She wanted to know about them. In about two and a half years of knowing her so much had changed since they first met when she walked into his hospital room saying she'd be his shrink because the hospital thought he needed one.

Taking her hand in his he secured the bracelet around her wrist saying, "What do you want to know?"

"I'm not sure what I want to know. I just wish I could remember," Marty groaned in frustration. "Dr. Miller said that I shouldn't put so much pressure on myself to remember. She also said once the baby and I were cleared medically to go home that she would set me up with a hypno therapist and that I could try and remember that way."

John nodded as he stroked her wrist back and forth knowing how frustrated she felt because he was frustrated for her.

"Let's start with something easy for me to know," Marty suggested smiling, "So how about you tell me your last name? Since I don't know what that is."

John smiled back saying, "It's McBain. My name is Jonathan Thomas McBain; I was named after my Grandfather and my Dad."

"Your last name is Irish. My husband, Cole's father Patrick was Irish."

"Yeah, I know."

"Now that I know your last name I want you to tell me something else no one knows about you."

John sighed as he pondered Marty's questionThere wasn't much he told people about himself. In fact he confided in very few people over the years. The one person he told the most to was Caitlin and after she died he became more closed off than normal.

As he thought about her request some more, he became lost in a memory realizing she had asked him this once before.

Cream and tan. The colors seemed to bleed into one another as the lovers lay entangled together on soft white cotton sheets. Marty ran her well-manicured finger nails up and down the smooth lightly hairy expanse of his muscled chest before they curled around his broad shoulders. It was the most exquisite torture he ever felt and he yearned for more.

John trailed his lips lazily along her neck, coaxing forth sensuous coos, her nails digging deeper in response. He cringed momentarily before voicing a throaty moan of approval. He had no idea if she had drawn blood nor was it of any consequence to him.

Expertly he dipped his head lower, devouring the sensuous curves of her breasts. Her skin was silky and flawless to the touch as tiny goose bumps made their appearance as he continued his descent to the triangle of hair that rested between her long legs.

His mouth felt wickedly good against her hips, his tongue darting out to tease every nerve of her body to life. Then he was there, licking and lapping and twirling at her senses. She tasted so sweet; like the finest of honeys.

After feeling Marty give into the pleasure she was feeling John stared at her from where he lay enjoying all the emotions play out across her face and in her beautiful sparkling chocolate orbs as they stared directly into his blue ones. Making sure she was completely satisfied he then trailed his lips back up the length of her body.

Both of their lips were tinged crimson and as their tongues and mouths mated their bodies did the same.

Marty sighed blissfully as she stroked the head of long sweat slicked dark-brown hair that rested against her breasts, sure that this was the only motion she was capable of at this place and time. Every inch of her body was on fire, all of her senses inundated by the most pleasurable, lovable and intense experience she was coming back from.

"Tell me something no one else knows about you." She whispered.

John raised his head from the soft comfort of his newly christened lover's breasts and propped himself on his left elbow so he could stare at her. In that moment of post coital bliss she had never looked more beautiful with her heavy lidded orbs still amerced in pleasure, her petal like lips red and full and in that moment he would have told her anything and everything.

Without missing a beat he replied, "I can recite poetry."

"John! John!" Marty shouted waiving her hand in his face as he came back to the present time.

"Sorry. I was just thinking about what you asked me."

"And?"

"And here's what no one else knows about me I can recite poetry."