Dinner had gone well, but after dinner was amazing. Joss moaned as they sat in his car, necking like teenagers. God, she loved this man and missed him so much. They had openly kissed in front of the cameras, proving to Samaritan now that they were becoming romantically involved. No worrying about hiding their budding relationship from the cameras. Joss had read up on the rules and regs about dating other detectives. If he was her partner, they'd been split apart, but because John headed a different task force then her as it was, they didn't have to worry.

John's hand was between her legs, settled on his thigh before he slid it up under her dress. She moaned as he touched her. He pushed back. "Hold on, Joss, before we go any further."

"What…whatever it is, yes, or no, whatever the right answer is that gets you back to touching me!" she leaned forward trying to tug him to her but he shook his head. She sighed as she sat back, crossing her arms across her chest in anger. How could he do this to her? She was wet, her nipples hurt, and she felt like she was going to explode if he didn't have sex with her soon, and he wanted to talk? They talked a lot about their relationship at dinner. She assured him she could handle this, she assured him that she wanted this. But it seemed she might have to hit it over his head. Well fine by her, as long as it ended with him in her bed tonight, she'd say anything to prove to him that she meant what she said. "Fine, okay, what is it?"

"I can't lose you Joss, so the first moment I think your life is in danger because of me, I'm walking," he admitted as she stared into his eyes. She could see he was being honest. "I love you too much for you to die because of me."

Joss reached out and took his left hand between hers. She stared into his eyes. "I can't lose you either, John especially I can't lose you to fear," she whispered. "You don't need to protect me, what I need is you by my side. That's all, nothing more or less, just you."

His eyes bore into hers, searching, and she stared deeply back. She hoped he saw whatever answer he was looking for, she hoped he saw her own resolution. She would not ever give him up. Joss knew his reasons were pure, she knew he was trying to be a good man for her, but she didn't want that. She only wanted him.

"Then, I guess Detective Riley's life alone isn't going to be as lonely as I once thought."

"Yeah?" she smiled.

"Yeah," he agreed.

"Thank god," she breathed before she grabbed his cheeks and pulled him to her, kissing him hungrily. He sighed as he kissed her back just as eagerly. He moaned softly when it was her turn to break the kiss. She grabbed the tie he wore for their date. "Let's take this inside my place," she suggested before tugging him to her for a kiss, then letting him go and opening the passenger door. He quickly opened his door, and they walked side by side up the front stoop of her place.

"So where's Taylor?" he questioned as he grabbed her butt.

"His Dad's," she moaned as he slid his right hand up her thigh, between her legs. "Oh god, stop, I won't be able to get the damn door open." But John didn't listen, nope, he just kept touching her through her panties. She fumbled with her keys, inserting the key finally, and managing to unlock the door with John's hand between her legs. She moaned as he slipped his hand under the elastic of her panties, and strummed her. "Get in," she purred.

"Sure," he teased her earlobe, while he purposely mistook her meaning as he slipped his middle finger inside her. She gasped as he fingered her. They were outside for pete's sake.

"Not what I meant."

"I think it's exactly what you meant." He countered. She grabbed the doorframe, while his other hand grabbed her breast through her dress. She leaned her head back against his shoulder.

"John, anyone could see us at any moment." She moaned as her legs spread a bit for him. He slid another finger into her, his fingers sped up.

"That's the idea, Joss, that's the fantasy," he whispered. "Imagine me, taking you right here, right up against your front door. Imagine me making you scream for your neighbors to hear you."

"Jo-hn," she struggled in his grasp, about to climax. John wrapped an arm around her midsection holding her up, while he worked her. His thumb touched her clit, while he slowed down his fingers that were inside.

"Are you on the pill?" he teased, his tongue against her neck.

"Yes," she whispered.

"Good," he slid his hand from between her legs leaving her feeling unsatisfied, scooped her up into his arms, and entered her place finally, kicking the door shut. He took her mouth, his tongue in her mouth, and she sighed. He carried her to the dining room table, where he sat her down, pushed her heels off, and she tore his suit jacket off. She broke the kiss, desperately tugging at his tie, she wanted skin, damn it. John moaned as he helped her get the tie off. She tore at the buttons on his dress shirt.

"Get it off! God, get naked, John," she moaned. Their hands became frantic, they forced his shirt off finally. She touched his skin before he pushed her back back onto the table, reaching under her dress to tug her panties down her legs.

"John," she moaned as he got to his knees before her. He tugged her to the edge of the table; she felt his breath between her legs and she hissed in pleasure as he licked her. Her legs dangled over the edge of the table, over John's broad shoulders. His tongue was sweeping back and forth, side to side, searching and licking every inch of her. She grabbed at the edge of the table above her head, as she moaned his name. He held her thighs, his fingers biting into her flesh as he spread her legs wider apart for him. His hot moan in the back of his throat as he sucked on her was so damned arousing. She tried to lift her hips to seek his mouth, but he just tightened his hold on her thighs.

"John," she begged, as her back arched off the table. She was so close to the edge. He seemed to sense it because he wasn't sucking nearly as hard, and he was barely touching her. She shuddered as he licked her thigh. "God, please, John."

"What's the matter, love?" he whispered as his tongue found a spot on her knee.

"I'm dying," she whimpered. Her sex throbbed madly, her orgasm almost there again, and she watched as the jerk stood up from between her legs.

"Dying huh?" he teased. She sat up and he tugged her useless dress off while she undid her bra, but when she went to move to get off the table he pushed her back down. He smirked at her while he undid his pants pushing them along with his underwear down, grabbed her shins and placed them on his shoulders. "I'll fix that." Her heart hammered in her chest, and she eagerly waited for him to push into her. She moaned as she felt the tip of his cock at her slick entrance. But he didn't enter her. No, rather he tortured her slick entrance with his tip. Rubbing back and forth, never sliding inside making her claw the tabletop desperate for him, and hissed in anticipation as he slipped just the tip of his cock into her.

"You're making it worse," she whispered struggling to get him in her. He held her shins to his shoulders, as he smirked down at her, and she cried out as he thrust into her; hard and quick. She squirmed; John filled and stretched her wide and deep. It was as amazing as it was overwhelming. He slowly eased back before he pushed back into her.

"Joss," his whispery moan of her name was hot. John was a quiet man, which made her want to make him shout out his ecstasy. He didn't seem to worry about his own sexual gratification as much as he should, he was a guy after all, and she clawed the table as his thrusts sped up.

Her orgasm slammed into her about the same time as John hit her deep, his name torn from her, and he just kept thrusting in and out of her, watching her. Her body felt amazing, the orgasm rocking her, and a moment later John couldn't seem to stop his own orgasm; she heard his sigh of her name just as he stiffened. Joss felt his warmth spread through her, he slid her legs from his shoulders, and she wrapped them around his hips as he lay his head on top of her chest. They both breathed in raggedly, sweating, and shaking. She was slightly gratified that John hadn't lasted long either, that he had been waiting for this as much as she had been.

"I love you," he whispered. He gave her a warm open mouth kiss. He leaned back.

"I love you too."

"How about a nice, warm bath, Joss?"

"Wait….my big bad boyfriend who would not get caught dead in a bubble bath is suggesting one?" she teased her fingertip down his nose. "Am I hearing right?"

He smiled as he ducked his head. "Well I have a new appreciation of the idea of them, a hot naked woman all wet," his soft smile grew wicked.

"Oh I see, you just want the bubble bath to have me naked and wet." She sighed as he plucked her up into his arms. She tightened her legs around his hips while he kicked off his pants, boxers, and shoes before carrying her towards her stairs. "Wait, wait, wait….I need to lock the door." He sighed as he carried her to the door, both naked, and she reached out locking it up tight. John turned with her in his arms, smirking up at her, before he tore off for the stairs making her giggle happily. She didn't know what was going to happen in the future but she was determined to enjoy it together.

AN: So there is the rewrite and I have been kicking around the idea of writing a follow up where it focuses on the precinct, focusing on Carter/Reese navigating their relationship, with them working real cases him in Special Victims and her in Homicide as the main story plot and very little with Samaritan/Decima. I don't know I think it would be fun as if this had happened on the show I think there could have been an amazing plotline with Carter/Reese/Fusco having to deal with The Brotherhood and working cases in the precinct. *sigh* But I don't know, maybe.

Thanks for reading everyone XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOX