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Chapter Eighteen: The Feel of You

John woke up to the feel of a slight weight on his body. Slowly he opened his eyes and caught sight of Marty's sleeping form attached to his. His arms were wrapped loosely around her waist, his palms flat against her protruding belly while her back was gently pressed to his front.

Glancing at the clock he saw that it was 3:30 in the afternoon, Cole would be home from school soon since today was his first day back after Christmas break. Deciding it would be best if he let Marty continue sleeping since she obviously needed it he tried to get up, to move away from her but he couldn't.

Laying back down he continued to quietly watch her sleep until she shifted in his arms. She was now almost laying on top of him since her face was buried in his neck and her arms were now loosely wrapped around his waist. He hadn't been this close to her since before the accident not knowing what to do he kept his body still, completely still as if he were rounding the corner to catch a perp.

Marty was too lost in her dream filled sleep to notice that she had moved on top of John and that her face nuzzling his neck and her little breathy moans in her sleep were driving him crazy. The nuzzling and the noises continued and before John could stop himself he let out the loud groan of pleasure he had been holding back just from the sheer closeness of her.

The sound of muttering curse words was followed when he felt Marty stir at the noise. For a second confusion shown in her eyes as she lifted her head but as soon as it was there it was gone. She simply smiled at him and laid her head back down on his chest while one of her hands gently began tracing shapes along the finely toned and honed muscled stomach, enjoying the feeling of the ridges contracting underneath her fingers.

John grasped her hand saying hoarsely, "Hey, lady you just got out of the hospital let's not get carried away."

Marty flushed crimson at his implication and with her head now buried in his chest she whispered, "Sorry."

John reached around her back and gently rolled her over so they were now pressed body to body and he could feel her baby bump against his stomach. Lifting her chin her deep eyes connected with his and he caressed her cheek lovingly.

"Don't say you're sorry. You've got nothing to be sorry for."

Marty bit her lip unsure of how to respond. She wasn't necessarily sorry for what had happened moments before but for the accident. She was sorry she could only remember bits and pieces of such a wonderful life with such a wonderful man.

John's loving caresses had moved from her face to her neck and finally down her arm all the while leaving goose bumps in their wake. Slowly he brought her lips to his unable to resist the urge to do so. At first Marty became tense by the action but soon gave into the affection.

He had initiated the kiss but they both had set it on fire. His tongue begged entrance to her mouth and she instinctively let him in. Soon hands became tangled in hair and it didn't matter whose tongue was doing what to whom all that mattered was the pent up frustration and passion both were feeling.

"We have to stop." She moaned lost in the feeling of his lips and tongue.

"I know." John agreed as he slowly pulled away.

Marty who was still breathing heavily laid her head on John's chest as he gently rolled her over so they were now laying with her back to his front again. He knew that this was the better position for her right now with the baby and everything. His arms wrapped around her waist and hers wrapped around his, her smaller more delicate hands covering his larger and more masculine hands.

"This is nice." Marty whispered.

"What?"

"The feel of you. Just being with you like this. It's nice."

"The feeling's mutual." John whispered back.