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As the movie played, John and Ellie found themselves paying less attention to it and more attention to each other. She felt so good snuggled into his side. She breathed in his scent and noted that he smelled like spices and something else that she could only identify as power. She could hear him breathing quietly above her as he watched the movie. She found it harder and harder to stay focused on the film with the the warm, sexy distraction seated next to her. She'd never experienced anything like what she was feeling at the moment. She swore she could feel a current between their bodies. She felt tingly with excitement, waiting for him to make the first move. And move he did, his hand that was on her shoulder was now gently tickling her neck and collarbone as if slowly asking permission to wander. Feeling like she was being slowly burned where ever his hands roamed, she let out a small mewl as John bent his head down and spoke softly into her ear, "Does that feel good Ellie?" he questioned as he stroked her silky hair.

All she could do was groan as she felt the dual pleasure of his fingers now tracing the shell of her ear and the shivers his low, rumbling voice caused as he whispered in her other ear. She turned her head to face him as he bent to kiss her. As their lips brushed together, John thought they'd blow the power grid in the Buy More they generated so many sparks.

He leaned into her and deepened the kiss. He wanted to taste her and let his tongue swirl and glide against hers. She was slightly panting as he gently pushed her into a reclining position on the soft leather couch, tossing the decorative pillows aside, while never breaking the hot kiss. Ellie ran her fingers through his hair and rubbed at the muscles in his strong neck as she pulled his body flush with hers.

He was amazed at how she felt in his arms and under his strong body. Her soft body felt luscious as it pressed against his hard one. Her legs were slightly parted, just enough so that he could rest comfortably as they explored each other. They lost track of time as they kissed each other, only stopping to catch their breath.

As things heated up, John picked up on a sound and cocked his head. He heard the employee door as it opened and closed echoing down the hall. 'It must be Chuck coming back from the Castle. 'Damn kid picked the worst time to bust up this party' he inwardly groused. He supposed it was for the better before either of them got too worked up to stop. Ellie was now kissing his neck passionately and it was all he could do to sit up and move off of her. She looked up, and was momentarily confused until he spoke.

"Chuck's back and we're about to have the pleasure of his company real quick. The moment he sees the drapes closed and hears the movie, he'll be over here wondering what I'm watching."

Ellie smiled as she sat up and smoothed her hair and sweater. "I don't mind if he sees us together, do you?" she asked.

"No, not at all," he warmly said. He was now sitting up, comfortably reclining with his feet back on the coffee table and Ellie still curled up next to him tucked under his strong arm when Chuck knocked on the glass door.

"Use the key pad Bartowski" he yelled.

In a moment, Chuck burst in, already talking. "Hey Buddy, I smelled the popcorn and figured I'd join......whoa, Ellie, um, I didn't know you'd um be here. I'll just, a leave you both um to"

"It's okay Chuck, come and sit down, we were just watching "The Right Stuff." Ellie pointed to the easy chair next to the couch.

"Hey Casey" he tentatively questioned, as he folded his lanky frame into the chair not knowing if he should stay or go, but wondering exactly what was going on between his friend/handler and his sister.

John grunted and slid the popcorn bag across the table towards Chuck without glancing away from the screen.

Chuck grabbed the bag of popcorn and took a handful. 'Okay, that was the impassive grunt' he noted. Chuck was able to discern Casey's moods by the intensity and length of his grunts and growls. Long was bad, very bad, as was any type of deep growl. Grunting, whether short or low in volume, was good and, no eye contact was even better and signaled Casey was approachable and relaxed, well at least as relaxed as Casey could be. Chuck relaxed a bit and began to take note of the surroundings as he took a handful of popcorn from the bag.

John's arm was wrapped around his sisters shoulder and she appeared to be very comfortable snuggled against him. One quick glance at the couch indicated it had been getting a work out as it's cushions and pillows were crushed and awkwardly arranged. 'Hmmm, this was interesting.' The DVD counter showed the film had been playing for only thirty-four minutes and by the look of his sister and his handler, their clothes weren't rumpled, Ellie's hair and makeup looked fine, too fine actually and John seemed completely relaxed 'Yeah right, they've definitely been making out' he surmised. This gave a whole new meaning to "Unleash the Casey" he thought.

John didn't miss a thing, noting out of the corner of his eye, that Bartowski was sizing things up. He could almost see the hamster wheel turning in the nerds head. He was glad it was out there though. He knew it would literally be only a matter of hours, and maybe even minutes before Chuck would blab it to Sarah, so it was like killing two birds with one stone and Casey liked that. As if on cue, Chuck's cell rang and predictably, it was Sarah. John let out a low growl and grabbed the remote turning up the volume.

'Ugh, low growl, bad, very bad.' Chuck took this as his cue to leave and waived goodbye as he stepped out of the room to take Sarah's call. He locked the door with the keypad and left his sister alone, with "The Casey."

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Present Day:

Ellie came back to the present when she felt her husbands skilled hands wander up her shirt and massage her satin covered breasts. She knew they were going to be a bit late for their lunch date and bent her head down sucking at her husbands lower lip and kissing him with all she had. She pulled back momentarily and inquired, "Are you sure your office door is locked?"

"Mmmm Hmmm."

"Very well, Carry on Major!"

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They'd just finished their lunch when Ellie showed John the business card of the real estate agent Morgan had recommended. "So what do you think?, should we call her?" She watched as his long fingers held the card and his ocean blue eyes swept over the information. She loved his hands. They were so strong yet elegant at the same time. And the things he did to her with them were just wicked. She smiled as he replied.

"Yes, now is a good time. You can get a head start while I'm in D.C. and check out the bulk of the homes and then narrow it down to what you really like and I'll come along and check them out with you. How does that sound?"

Ellie reached towards her husband and gently cupped his face in her hands. She kissed him and smiled "That sounds like a plan Major Casey," she happily replied.

This was one of the things she loved best about her husband. He carefully thought things through and always, always, made the right decision. They were on the same page and it was a joy to her. He never rushed into things but rather was methodical and organized, it was no wonder he was an Intelligence Officer she thought and it made her proud. The other thing she loved, besides his abilities to please her in every way in bed, was the feeling of safety and protection she felt when she was with him. She innately knew her husband was a skilled and deadly fighter and had a dangerous side to him, even if she never saw it. She knew he was skilled with weapons, he was an Officer in the military after all, and she knew what a gun case was and she knew he had at least two of them that she'd seen, but she never worried. He kept his things safely locked away and she was fine with that. He had all of the qualities she wanted and needed in a husband and more, and it was time to begin their house hunt and all was right in Dr. Ellie Casey's world.

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One week later:

"Ah, you're finally home. I was just about to order a pizza, what do you want Pepperoni or Cheese?" John asked from his seat on their leather couch as he watched ESPN.

"Oh no, no don't do that. I've got tamales from Karen, you know, the OR nurse. It's a tradition that she keeps with her family. Her Mom, daughter and Grandmother make them every year and she always brings me some. You just stay right there and relax and I'll fix them up."

She put her purse and bag down, took off her coat and walked up to her husband giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. He was having none of that and reached out a strong arm and hooked her around the waist pulling her down into his lap and snuggling her into his warm embrace as he kissed her and cuddled her up to his broad chest.

"Well you can sit a bit can't you, you don't have to rush off right away do you?" he purred as his lips traveled along her neck.

"You just said you were hungry," she murmured.

"Yeah, I'm hungry... real hungry." His tone conveyed to her that his appetite wasn't necessarily clamoring for pizza or tamales.

Ellie was instantly aroused as she wiggled in her husbands embrace to get comfortable. He was now running his hands up the back of her shirt, tickling along her spine and creating shivers where his fingers traced. That was all it took for her. She surprised him when she straightened up and yanked off her shirt. Kissing him with an unexpected ferocity. She leaned back and quickly removed her bra, whipping it off and tossing it to the floor.

"Well, glad you're planning on staying awhi..." before he could finish, her lips smothered his again in a passionate kiss. He didn't need any more encouragement, letting his hands roam over her milky white breasts. He sucked a nipple into his mouth, earning a low, sensuous groan. She was hot for his touch and threw her head back, arching into him. He kissed her neck and fondled her until she couldn't stand it any longer and was panting for him. She began to struggle as she frantically tried to pull his hooded sweat shirt over his head and get his sweat pants off when he pulled her to him and stood from the couch and carried her the short distance to the fireplace and lowered them both to the floor.

"Take it easy baby, we've got all the time in the world," he growled as he removed his sweat pants and sweat shirt for her.

Ellie's eyes glazed over with lust and her mouth involuntarily opened as she watched her husband undress. His body was perfect. Right out of her Grey's Anatomy text.

He'd turned on the gas fireplace in the apartment earlier, as even in L.A. it still got chilly in the evenings and was glad it was now warming the area in front of the hearth. He laid her down on the thick rug and stared hungrily down at her. She was flushed and panting and obviously ready for him. He tugged her scrubs down and wickedly grinned at her. In just a few minutes, he had her keening at his touch and writhing beneath his ministrations. When he couldn't hold back any longer, he pushed into his heaven. They made love the first time, fast, hard and furious and then again at a more leisurely pace.

Ellie collapsed on his body and caught her breath. John rolled them both onto their sides so they were facing each other and wiped a bead of sweat from her brow before it rolled into her eye. She looked so lovely. Her hair wild and untamed, her lips puffed and swollen from his attentions. He was in awe of her and kissed her sweetly. He reached behind him and grabbed the faux-fur throw from the easy chair and draped it over her luscious body. "You wait her a bit Babe. Stay all warm and cozy by the fire. I'll be right back."

Ellie watched her nude husband stand and grab her purse and bag and head into the kitchen. He looked like Adonis as he rounded the corner counter and fell out of her line of sight. She sighed and yanked a pillow down from the couch and curled up in the blanket and briefly closed her eyes. She heard him rummaging in the kitchen, heard the clatter of dishes and the microwave running and then gleefully watched him as he strolled by her, showing off his body and headed down the hall towards their bedroom. She practically salivated as she followed him with her eyes and watched his tone, well muscled backside go into their bedroom. Now she heard water running in the tub and got the added treat of watching him walk proudly and unabashedly towards her. She just goofily grinned as he headed back into the kitchen. 'What is he up to' she wondered. In answer, she watched him carry a tray of steaming food and drinks into their bathroom. Out he came again, but this time, he stooped and picked her up, blanket and all and walked her down the hall into the bathroom.

"I drew a bath and fixed up the food you brought home. Come on Ell, let's soak and eat. Two birds with one stone."

All Ellie could do was sigh as he gently lowered her into the hot bath water and climbed in behind her cradling her between his muscled legs. He set the plates and cups on the floor at the base of the tub and proceeded to feed her bites of the hot food as she sipped from his wine glass. They luxuriated together and chatted.

"John, I have something to ask you." She squatted and turned around in the tub to face him and lowered herself back down leaning back against the other end of the large tub, winding her legs into his, now facing him.

"Fire away," he grinned, as he watched his lovely wife settle back into the water, glad that he hadn't used bubble bath so he could see her beautiful body.

"I met Morgan's friend, Shelley, the real estate agent this morning and we did some preliminary looking. She also got us pre-qualified with a mortgage lender and said we're ready to go and everything looks good."

"Tha's good..." he replied as he chewed a bite of food and took a sip of wine.

"Um, there's more Honey."

"Go on," he smiled, sensing her excitement and letting his toes tickle her hip, eliciting a giggle as she continued.

"Well, she works closely with the production company that does that show on HGTV, you know, House Hunters, the one we like. And she wants us to meet the producer as she thinks our situation would make a great episode for the show.

John listened attentively, noting her excitement and knowing how much she enjoyed that show. They'd actually watched it many times together and always had a good laugh as they both seemed to pick the same homes at the end of each episode and loved to exchange comments about which house was better and why. He'd do anything for her, but wasn't sure what to say yet.

"I didn't say anything to her, as I kind of figured we wouldn't be able to do that type of thing, given your, um, job and all, but I thought it was kind of cool. She said the type of high-end home we're looking for is perfect for an episode they've been planning. Once we narrow our search down to three homes, they come in and film everything in three days. Then they come back for a visit three to six months later, once we're moved in."

"Well, you're probably right, given what I do for a living, it probably won't work out, but you know what, it won't hurt to ask when I see Beckman."

"Shelley said we should talk it over and let her know in a week or so, but for now, we're going to keep looking at homes. I saw two nice ones today and she's showing me another tomorrow between my surgeries."