They stepped into the inky blackness of the parking lot, the yellowed lights of the theater slowly dimming with each step they took. With fingers intertwined, April leaned against him, their steps skewing from the straight line they were headed in. Biting her lip, she smiled up at him, seeing his darkened blue eyes already on her.

This was their first date as husband and wife. Nothing too fancy. Just a nice dinner and a movie. Like normal people would do. There was no sneaking around, hiding their rings, or pretending not to love one another. She could kiss him here and not care who saw. So she did.

She rose up, his grip tightening as their lips met. April moved to face him, torsos flattened against one another. Jackson pressed his lips against hers harder, hands sweeping up her sides.

When his fingers started to dip under the hem of the fitted white cotton shirt she wore, April pulled back and sheepishly smiled. In the fading lights that stretched weakly into the parking lot, he could make out the slight flush on her pale skin and the redness around her mouth.

"Maybe we shouldn't be giving these people a free show," she laughed softly as her head hit his chest. Jackson drew her in, holding his wife close as they giggled in the dark parking lot.

Jackson scrunched his nose, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "Yeah, " She pushed him away gently, hand slipping back down to find his.

With each step, the lights of the theater faded, with the two of them wrapped up in their own world as they walked to their car.

Hidden under the shadow of a tree, Jackson stepped forward, opening the passenger door for his wife. The car light turned on, eagerly waiting for the door to close. April stood behind him, unmoving as her eyes moved from the open door to his face.

She smiled sweetly at her husband, leaning in to whisper into his ear. "Back seat?"

He let out a low groan, only imagining what his wife wanted as he swung the door closed and reached for the rear one. He climbed in quickly, settling in the middle seat as April followed him in.

April rose to her knees, placing her hands on the seat as she moved to straddle him. Her body pressed flushed to his. Her hands cupped his cheeks, pulling his lips closer to hers.

The fabric of her skirt bunched between the two of them, flowing fabric rustling as she moved. Resting on her knees, she slowly lowered her weight onto his lap. Her skin lightly stuck to the leather, the material slightly unforgiving as she shifted lower.

Her tongue worked at the seam of his mouth, tasting the remnants of soda and popcorn that coated his lips. Taking his full lower lip into her mouth, she sucked gently, releasing it with a string of saliva.

His hands found their way under the long fabric her skirt, palming her ass deftly. Jackson kissed her back, trying to slow the blistering pace April was moving at. Jackson pulled back, fingertips dipping under the fabric of her underwear. "We're not-"

April rolled her hips against his, fiction setting her body on fire. Her breath fell heavier, pooling around their faces as her gaze lowered back to his lips.

Jackson tilted his head back, eyes closed as he tried to control his body despite April's teasing. She took advantage of his exposed skin, licking up the column of his neck, April sucked lightly on his skin. She leaned back, staring at the sheen of her saliva that coated his neck and jaw.

"I'm not fucking my wife on our first date in the back of a car," he gritted out, brows furrowed as the muscle in his jaw went stiff. April trailed a finger over it, smiling at his reaction to her.

His hands left her hips, retreating from under her skirt. He shifted his head back down, opening his eyes. She watched his pupils dilate, inky black orbs barely reflecting her image.

"I know. I just-" she bit down on the word, eyes fluttering as she slowly dragged herself against his hardening length. The material of her panties was starting to get damp, clinging to her skin as her arousal leaked out.

April looked down at him, her chest flushed as her hands moved down. She moved slowly, giving him ample time to reject her advances, to tell her to stop, but the final warning never came. He looked down as her fingers undid the metal button of his jeans, pulling down the zipper quickly as she pushed the denim out of the way. Her fingers curled around the elastic of his underwear, dragging the material down as she freed his cock.

She dragged her eyes off his erection and brought them back to his. "You're already so hard."

His hand pushed the hem of her shirt up, his middle finger trailing up the divots of her spine. Jackson snorted, "Yeah, well my gorgeous and sexy as hell wife is rubbing herself all over me." April ran a finger down his length, his grip tightening on her waist as she teased him. His nostrils flared and her name fell from his lips as a warning, fraught and strained as Jackson reeled himself back in. "April-"

She cut him off with a kiss, lifting her hips enough so she could adjust the length of her skirt, bunching the fabric around her stomach as she settled her core on him. "We don't have to go all the way," she mumbled against his lips. Her tongue darted out, a subtle sheen laying over the puffy lip. Her skin flushed, blood rushing to the surface as she moved.

"What are you saying?" His throat tightened, the heat of her core so close to his exposed cock.

Taking her lower lip between her teeth, a mischievous glint appeared in her eyes. A hand disappeared under her skirt.

His eyes widened as realization dawned on him as April slid her exposed core against him. "God," he groaned, voice coming undone, "you're going to kill me one day."

Her hips tilted back, rolling them forward again. Wetness coated his cock, smeared around as she moved on top of him. The head of his penis pushed against her wet folds, parting her lips as he brushed against her slit. The tip of his cock rubbed against her opening. With one thrust - a simple change of angles - he could bury himself in her. Jackson pushed the thought out of his head, remembering the fact that he wasn't wearing a condom and he didn't want a quick fuck in the car to be what happened on their first date.

His fingers grabbed at the hem of her shirt, pulling the white cotton over her breasts. Her nipples stiffened to a peak, obscured by the white lace that covered them. He dropped his lips to the bony plane of her chest. His tongue covered her nipple, the lace dampening as he worked his mouth over her beast. Jackson cupped the other one, pinching through the lace.

Her hips stuttered to a stop, muscles seizing as April tried to gather herself. Jackson made up for her hesitation, hip thrusting up firmly against her core. His mouth left her chest, eyes barely visible in the darkness. "Don't stop now baby." The words barely uttered into the air brushed across her exposed skin. She drew her clit across him. Once, twice, the pace ramping back up as his hands moved to her hips. Guiding her along the length of his cock, Jackson watched as her head rolled back, jaw clenched as he stopped himself from thrusting into her.

He flicked her clit, thumbs finding their perch in the dips in her skin above her hips. April ground down, electricity firing through all of her nerves as she melted against him. Her hair fell in front of her face, sweat matting some strands to her neck.

Her lungs filled with a heavy breath, their heartbeats echoing in the silence. She swallowed, looking down at him. With her thumb, she smoothed out the wrinkle between his brows and leaned in for a kiss. He hadn't come, his length was still hard between her thighs, slick from her arousal. Her fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, giving it a light squeeze. His hips bucked, abs tensing as he pulled back.

"We're going home, April." She hummed, anticipation flooding her system. Knowing her husband, this was just the start.

A/N

here to drop my quarterly fanfiction post. the spirit of horny april has visited me and to fully embody her character, i have since scrubbed any and all recollection of this fic from my memory. also, inspo from on a scene from faking ms. right by claire kingsley that i read last year.