Chuck hopped out of the pool to take over the grilling duties while Casey headed for the garage. Once inside, he saw Ellie perched on top of the large built-in workbench eating a Popsicle she'd retrieved from the garage freezer. She looked like a pinup girl. He grinned as he approached her. He'd found his saw in all the mess of tool chests strewn about from the move and was cautiously sizing up her leg.

"Okay, I admit it, I'm nervous here. I don't want to accidentally hurt you. Where do I cut it? how do you want me to do this. Maybe I should get Chuck," he fretted.

She reached out and cradled his face in her hands. "Oh, John, I'll be fine. Just cut it off."

He carefully positioned the saw on the upper edge of the cast and began cutting, ever so gently. He soon realized he barely had to apply any pressure as the plaster neatly separated. Once he finished the cut, he gently pried his fingers in and split the cast apart, breaking it off of her leg. He unwound the inner bandage and tossed it all in the trash.

"Stay here for a second, babe."

He ran into the house leaving Ellie perched on top of the workbench. She examined her dirty and very unfeminine hairy leg in disgust. The break had healed nicely and she was relieved to be rid of the heavy cast. She flexed and rotated her leg, pleased that there was no pain and barely any stiffness. John was coming back and holding several items in his hand. He wordlessly walked over and picked her up and moved her to the large utility sink next to the bench. He swung her legs into the sink as she sat on the edge. She smiled when she saw what he had brought with him. He had a disposable shaver, some of her silky shaving cream and a loofah sponge, soap and lotion. He got to work and quickly cleaned her leg and shaved them both. Next he sensuously began rubbing lotion on both legs.

"Your muscle tone feels great. And, both legs are still the same size. Doesn't the injured leg shrink a bit as the muscles atrophy while healing?"

"No, not always, it hasn't been long enough, and I've been walking more and more so it's really healed up nicely."

He continued rubbing in the lotion and was letting his hands wander higher and higher up her leg. Soon he had her squirming. He stood up and braced his hands on the workbench on each side of her and kissed her deeply. She wrapped her legs around his waist and scooted up close as he reached into his pocket and pulled out her bikini.

"Now that you're all pool ready, let's get you into your suit, baby." He unbuttoned her cut-offs and tugged the zipper down. She kissed him and was now starting to wiggle out of the shorts as he tossed her shirt aside.

"Do I have to put my suit on right this minute. I think I want you to show me your tool collection. You have so many." She wantonly gazed at her husband, pleased to see his eyes darken with lust and narrow ever-so-slightly. She had his full attention now and continued to tease him. "There are so many kinds and different sizes, but I want to see your biggest tool John."

The only sound she was able to elicit from him was a deep groan.

He gazed down at her as she propped herself up leaning back on her hands, still perched on his tool bench and he stepped closer to her and bent to kiss her. They fumbled on the workbench to get her into a comfortable position as they kissed and groped each other. John was a busy man and his activities were eliciting moans, whimpers and the occasional shout from Ellie. The music was on in the backyard and inside the house, and their guests were enjoying the food and busy chatting. Nobody would hear her and if they did, at this point, he could give a rip. He reached up and took the Popsicle from her hand and ran the frozen tip along her heated body, leaving a trail of neon blue where it had travelled, eventually dropping it to the ground where it melted into a puddle, just like his wife was currently doing.

He heard someone jiggle the door handle and recognized Sarah's voice. She was with Chuck and they were apparently trying to get more soft drinks out of the refrigerator. He ignored the brief intrusion and focused his attentions back on Ellie, when she caught him by surprise, and unceremoniously shoved him back and hopped off the table. Unable to hide his disappointment, a pout began to creep upon his lips until he saw what she was doing. She walked the few short steps over to her black BMW and proceeded to place her hands on the hood of the car, bending at the waist with her long legs spread shoulder width apart and her head tilted around provocatively eyeing him and giving her rump a shake that was definitely an invitation.

John ripped off his swim trunks, haphazardly tossing them aside, and kicked off the flip flops he was wearing and growled at her.

"I think I've got the perfect tool for the job," he grunted as he made his move.

Ellie felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up and her heated flesh broke out in goose bumps as he spoke. Sweat was now pouring off their bodies and onto the hood of the car as they climbed higher and higher.

"Jesus Ellie," he grunted out as he collapsed against her slick body. He'd rendered her speechless as she didn't reply. But, instead of having a moment to recover and savor the euphoria, all hell broke loose. Apparently, he could screw the living daylights out of her on the hood of their car, but it took their combined weight as they exhaustedly fell onto the hood to set the cars alarm off. The noise was deafening inside the closed garage as John felt her head come up and connect with his chin.

"Oooff." He reeled for a moment before they both reacted and began scrambling.

The horn was now alternately honking as the alarm wailed on.

"Do you have the keys in your pocket?" she yelled.

"Pockets! I'm not wearing any pants remember!" he yelled over the din.

"Well, where are the keys!" she wailed along with her screeching car.

"I don't know, are they in your purse?"

John was now standing, and searching in vain for his swim trunks while Ellie did the same, looking for her tiny bikini bottoms or her shorts and tank top or a towel or a bag or anything she could cover herself with. She saw a scrap of fabric peeking our from under the black suburban and bent down to retrieve it, only to find her shredded panties. She looked over at John who was now looking a tad irritated.

"Where are my clothes?" she shrieked over the cacophony.

John was bent over running his hands under both cars and had found his flip flops and put them on but was still completely naked.

Ellie just stared in amazement at their predicament.

"Oh god, John, somebody is going to come in here I just know it," she fretted.

"The door's locked, just help me find my trunks," he demanded as a small smile began to creep onto his face. She was standing between the two cars, completely naked and he briefly thought about taking her again right on the same hood, car alarm be damned.

"All I found are these, maybe you can try them," she giggled as she tossed him her torn panties.

He caught her panties with one hand and as he looked up, he spied her cut-offs perched on top of the freezer. They were in his sight as he rose to retrieve them but now, someone really was knocking and yelling on the other side of the door. It was Sarah, and Casey could tell by the tone of her voice that she was alarmed and didn't know what was going on. He also knew what was coming next.

With no time to spare, he grabbed Ellie as they hid behind the large Suburban just as Sarah violently kicked in the door.

"We're okay," John yelled, hoping she wouldn't already have her gun out and blow her cover and frighten Ellie. "We're over here, uh, everything's fine, but DON'T come closer or you're going to get quite a surprise!"

Now Chuck came barreling in right behind Sarah. "Casey, what's going on? shut that thing off before we all have a seizure or something."

Ellie yelled at her brother. "Chuck, can you get me my keys, they're in my purse in the closet."

"What closet, you have like twenty closets in this castle. Can't you just get them yourself?"

John finally looked over and spotted his swim trunks under the utility sink.

"Bartowski, toss me my trunks, they're under the sink," He ordered

"Ew, why are they under the sink and not ON you! What the hell is going on in here?"

Then, Chuck realized what was going on. Sarah was calming down and starting to piece the situation together as well. They both started laughing at the same time and Sarah spoke first.

"You know, Ellie, when I said you had to christen each room, I kind of meant you should start inside the house!"

John began to growl, as he didn't want anyone to cause his wife embarrassment, but when he looked over at her and realized she too was laughing, he knew they were royally caught.

"Just toss me my trunks before anybody else decides to come in and check us...er it out!"

Chuck knelt and used his fingers like tweezers to gingerly pick up and toss Casey his trunks.

Sarah went into the house and found Ellie's keys and shut off the errant car alarm.

"God, how did taking off a simple cast turn into a sex-a-thon?" Chuck marvelled. "And, in the garage? I mean you have like a gazillion beds you could have chosen."

Sarah noted a puddle of melted blue liquid and a Popsicle stick laying on the floor in front of the black BMW and upon closer inspection saw hand prints and what appeared to be sweat and suntan oil all over the hood. Under the front drivers tire lay what appeared to be a bikini. Sarah retrieved the items, realizing they were Ellie's and tossed them to her. Both Ellie and John's heads disappeared behind the Suburban and Sarah could swear she heard John giggling. It had to be him as Ellie's voice wasn't that deep. Both heads popped up and the two culprits walked forward towards them. Sarah further noted Ellie's thighs were stained with the same neon blue color of the melted Popsicle that lay on the floor.

"You just couldn't wait to get started making the rounds in your house, and, starting in the garage... Kinky! and you just gave a whole new meaning to Good-Humor Popsicles."

"Yeah, you get extra points for creativity with that one," Chuck chortled.

John just sighed heavily as they all proceeded out to the back yard.

Their guests glanced up at them with no concern and continued eating and drinking as they both filled their plates with food and sat down at the open seats around the table next to Big Mike.

"John, it sure sounds like you two need a new car alarm. Had trouble shutting it off eh?"

"Yeah, something like that," he replied, a relaxed grin on his face as Ellie leaned over and kissed his cheek.

"When they start to fail, they go off all the freaking time. It can drive you nuts. You can use my discount and get one at The Buy More. Drop on by when you and the Missus have time and I'll get you all set up. I'll have Lester install it" He glanced over at John's wife and wrinkled his lip and pointed. "Hey there Mrs. Casey, honey, it looks like you spilled something all over your legs."

"Not to worry Mike, I'm going for a swim in a minute and it'll rinse right off. Why don't you join us?"

"Lester, after many beers made a "Shawn of the Dead" reference that nobody but Chuck got and noted "You've got blue on ya."

John hopped up and threw away their plates and soda cans and dove into his swimming pool. He watched Ellie walk to the edge and sit down, dangling her legs in the tepid water. He smirked as he noticed the blue Popsicle stains that had dried all over her body. He walked to the edge of the pool and gathered his wife in his arms and pulled her into the water with him. He held her just like he'd done when he'd carried her over the threshold on their honeymoon. Only this time it was not an apartment, but their own home and their own pool. Life was good. REALLY good.

Later that evening after everyone but Chuck and Sarah had left, they finished unpacking all of the boxes and noted with pleasure that they really were actually moved in and set up.

Ellie approached Sarah with a glass of wine and beers for Chuck and John. They sat around the fire-pit in the back yard and relaxed after quite a long day.

"Ellie, I'm so sorry about kicking in your side garage door. I was just worried one of you had been hurt or something. It was weird, it works just like it looks in the movies. I just stepped back and kicked that thing with all I had and it just flew off the hinges," Sarah fronted.

"Yeah, you're just a regular little super-hero aren't you Walker. But, seriously, don't worry about it, I'll fix it tomorrow." Casey warmly replied.

Ellie smiled at Sarah and eased her worries. "Yep, John has a huge tool collection. And a really big-"

"I've got a really big Mikita drill that'll fix it right up," he finished, effectively cutting off his wife and her dirty little mouth.

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They stood in the driveway and watched Chuck and Sarah drive off. It was now quiet with everyone gone as they made their way into the house arm in arm and walked around checking it all out.

"We're blessed, John, truly blessed. We have each other and we have a wonderful family and friends and now we have this beautiful home. Thank you, Honey, thank you so much."

"Hey, it's your house too, baby, you work as hard, if not harder than I do, and you don't need to be thanking me. I need to thank you. You've made my life-" he stopped to carefully word what he was feeling. "You've made me whole, you've given me a reason to live and do what I do. I love you El, love you with all I've got."

"We're going to have so much fun in this house Mr. Casey. Why don't we get started. Go grab another bottle of wine and meet me in the spa."

"I'm on it."

He almost ran into the kitchen to grab the wine and meet his wife in the backyard.

When he arrived, he noted with glee that she was naked as the day she was born and waiting for him in their spa. He shucked his swim trunks for the second time that day and joined her. Life was g-o-o-d!