A/N: I DO NOT own any part of the Law & Order franchise, or the rights to the song Until the End of Time by Justin Timberlake. I also do not own the song Sex Therapy by Robin Thicke.
Until the End of Time
"John?" Jodi asked as she lifted her head from his shoulder. They were walking down the busy sidewalk, the sky above pitch black only to be illuminated by the streetlights above.
"Hm?" he looked down at her.
"Tell me about your childhood." she looked up at him. He glanced down at her before tightening his grip on her waist.
"Well...I was born here then I moved to Baltimore when I was 15. Things were hard you know, growing up Jewish during that time...."
Jodi listened intently. The more she knew about him the more she loved him. It was now March 6th, only a couple weeks away from the wedding. Although she should have been nervous and running around out of her mind, she was surprisingly calm. Everything seemed to be going well which came as a shock to her.
"God I can't believe we only have a couple days until the wedding." she breathed, holding onto his arm tightly.
"Yeah me neither. I can't believe I'm getting married for the fifth time."
"Not the right thing to say." Jodi grinned looking up at him, knowing it was unintentional.
"Sorry." he apologized before squeezing her tightly.
"John, can you come in here?" Jodi yelled from the bedroom.
John turned off his razor before quickly washing his face and walking across the hall to see what she needed. The door was cracked just a bit and he opened it before freezing in his tracks.
Posing on the bed seductively was Jodi, laying there in what appeared to be a black pants suit. A matching black bowler covered her red hair.
"What...." John trailed off, not really sure what to say. The outfit was beyond sexy, but at the same time he had no idea what the hell was going on.
"I want to try something a little different tonight." she growled sensually from under the hat before climbing out of the bed and walking over to him. Her body brushed across him as she closed the door behind him and leaned in to kiss him.
"Okay...." John breathed, not really sure what to think. Before he could say anything she grabbed his hand and led him over to the bed before pushing him back. Instead of kissing him as usual she got up and backed up to the center of the room.
"Remember you asked me what this was for?" she tilted her head, running her hands down a metal pole standing in the center of the room.
John nodded.
"Well, you're about to find out." she winked before grabbing the remote to her Bose sound system and turning her iPod to Robin Thicke's Sex Therapy: The Experience. The first opening notes of Sex Therapy sounded through in Robin's sensual voice and she backed up, grasping the pole before swinging her body around in time with the music.
John watched her, becoming entranced in the way her body moved. He had only gone to see her at the club a couple times, and in none of those was she as sexy as she was right here right now.
John watched as she unbuttoned the first few buttons on the suit jacket. She let is drop to the ground before taking off the hat and p;lacing it on John's head.
As the sultry lyrics continued so did the shedding of clothes until Jodi ended up in nothing but a skimpy bra and matching thong and a pair of what looked like seven-inch heels. As the opening notes to Meiple sounded through. She grabbed the pole before jumping up and twisting her body around gracefully. Although she worked at a strip club, he had never actually seen her poledance before.
"Jesus..." he muttered, watching her slide upsidedown, her body rubbing against it seductively.
He continued to watch her, his pants becoming increasingly tight with her every movement. She knew exactly what she was doing to him. Once the third song ended she hopped off the pole before walking up to John and getting on his lap. At that moment, every other lapdance he had ever had was erased from his mind.
She moved slowly, her large breasts right in front of his face. Unable to help himself he reached out his hands and and put them on her waist as she moved it back in forth. Instead of removing them she put her hands on his shoulders before throwing back her long mane.
John felt a drop of sweat role down his forhead as he struggled. Every movement she made with that incredibly body put him on edge. Her legs. Her ass. Her breasts. Everything about it. It was such a thing of incredible beauty, and unbelievably hot.
Making one swift decision, he grabbed her body before pulling her back into the bed. She flipped over in surprise, landing in the 69 position.
"Well...." she chuckled, somewhat intrigued by the thought. This would be something she had never done before....with a man that was.
"I said something different but I didn't-" before she could finish her sentence she felt John's hands slowly pulling the underwear from her body. She closed her eyes, forgetting about what she wanted to do and letting him do what he wanted. After a mild struggle she felt his tongue inside of her, her pleasure heightened by the new position.
"John..." she whined, her eyes rolling in the back of her head. He wrapped his arms around her thighs before bringing her lower body down further. She was lost in the pure bliss of him eating her out for a few moments before she came back to her senses enough to unzip his pants.
She slid them down slowly, moaning while he moved his tongue inside of her before pulling down the waistband of his boxers and running her tongue up his shaft. As she did so she heard him moan inside of her and moved her hand down to rub herself for a moment before returning to his.
His nails dug into her ass, plowing his tongue deeper as she began to deep throat him.
She moaned loudly, feeling as though she was on her way to combustion. She heard John underneath her, moaning loudly as well. Everything was so incredible that she could barely even see straight. She felt as though her entire body was one fire and John was the ice, rubbing against her most sensitive spots.
"Oh god. John!" she whined loudly, digging her nails into the mattress. He continued to work vigorously inside of her, listening as he screams accelerated until he heard her let out a blood-curdling shriek. He looked over at her, alarmed, only to then feel all of her muscles tense underneath him. Not finished yet, he took to fingers before pushing them inside of her and moving them in and out quickly. It was only a few seconds before her walls clamped around his fingers for a second time and she let out a disturbingly loud scream.
She sat on all fours, panting before falling back on the bed. John looked over at her, checking to see if she was dead. She opened her eyes, glancing over at him before looking down.
"Sorry I didn't get a chance to finish that." she panted.
"It's not over just yet." he whispered in her ear before sitting up on his knees and putting an arm beneath her back before unhooking her bra. He pulled it off before grabbing her breasts, which were streaked with the red tinge that crept through her body with sexual pleasure. He crawled on top of her before sliding himself in between her large breasts, and pushing them together around him.
She closed her eyes as her breath hitched in her chest. What she had just now experienced, was nothing compared to what he was doing to her now.
She closed her eyes as he moved in between her breasts. As he continued, he looked down and grinned at he flush that was growing more and more pronounced through her chest.
"You like that?" John growled in her year.
"Yes." she choked out, gripping the bedspread so tightly that she heard the fabric give slightly. Her toes curled and she raised her legs off the bed, doing everything in her power not to black out. She reached a hand down below her waist before sliding a finger inside of herself. Instantly, an explosion rushed through her body and she bucked as her body tensed again. John grunted before shooting his load across her chest.
"Sorry." he mumbled, but never got the chance to be heard as she came again as soon as it hit her soft skin.
"That....was incredible...." she panted, still seeing stars dance across her vision.
"You might want to....wash that off?" he motioned to her chest, not sure if it was a good thing or bad thing he had just done that.
"No you're good." she patted him weakly, knowing what he was thinking. She closed her eyes, unable to even see straight. All she could think about was how good the honeymoon would be.
"Morning." John grinned as he walked into the kitchen. Jodi was enjoying a cup of coffee on the counter. John smiled as he saw the sunlight stream from the kitchen window and hitting her face beautifully.
"Hey. Sorry about just...dying on you last night." she grinned. After the incredible four orgasms John had given her last night, she basically passed out for the rest of the night, and woke up that morning still unable to move.
He walked over to her before leaning in and kissing her good morning. She smiled and ran her fingers through his hair before jumping down from the counter.
"It's alright. Now I have the opportunity to brag about how I made my fiance come so hard she needed resuscitation."
Jodi giggled before wrapping her arms around his body and burying her face in his shoulder.
"I love you so much." she muttered.
"Me too." he replied, burying his face in her hair and wondering if something was wrong or not.
"What are you up to today?" she asked.
"Not much actually, why?"
"Maybe we can go to dinner or something." she shrugged.
"Alright, that sounds good. You get the newspaper yet?" he asked.
"Nope. Let me run outside real quick." she pecked him on the cheek before quickly exiting from the room. She walked down the hallway to the front door before slipping her feet into a pair of flip-flops she usually left my the front door. She opened the door before going outside.
Almost immediately, all peace and quiet was evaporated as the now-familiar sound of gunshots rang out.
"Shit!" she screamed before ducking back into the house and slamming the door. John came sprinting down the hall, pure worry on his face.
"Get down!" he screamed and pushed her roughly as several bullets came whizzing through the door right past where her head would have been. As soon as it had started it ceased, and Jodi got up slowly before looking at the door in horror.
"That was a fucking twenty-thousand dollar door!" she whined, before punching it violently. In an instant John winced as he watched her fist go through the door and listened to the unpleasant sound of bones cracking.
She stared down at her wrist in silence for a moment before pulling it out of the hole she had just created and staring at her broken fist before gasping in pain.
"Oh no! No! No! This isn't right! John?! Oh god!" she looked back and forth between her disfigured hand and John.
"I'll get my keys." he nodded blankly before rushing up the stairs. Jodi did nothing but walked around in a circle frantically, trying to drive off the earth-shattering pain. She felt her face become heated and looked up at the ceiling and heard John's footsteps coming back down the stairs.
"C'mon." he grabbed her good hand before dragging her into the car so that they could go to the hospital.
"Munch!" Olivia yelled as she ran down the hallway of the hospital. John was standing just outside Jodi's room, preparing to go in.
"Hey Liv, what are you doing here?" he asked.
"Cragen said a 911 call came from Jodi's neighborhood and that you speed off with her to the hospital. She alright?"
"Oh! Yeah, she just broke a couple knuckles."
"Jeez, How?"
"Punched through the front door."
"......Why?"
"Not really sure." John grinned before opening the door and motioning for Olivia to go first.
"Hey Jodi, how you doing?" she asked, shoving her hands in her pockets.
"Hi Olivia. I'm good, I just really want to get out of here." Jodi smiled weakly, her hand now in a cast.
"John." came a weak voice. John turned around to find Elizabeth all but hiding behind him, twiddling her thumbs. Her skin was pale as death and she looked around nervously. If he didn't know any better he would have thought she was on crack.
"Hi. What's up?" he asked, closing the door to Jodi's room behind him.
"Um....I....John...this is my fault." she squeaked nervously.
"What are you talking about?"
"John....." she sighed deeply. "....I reopened the case to get Anthony out of jail."
