A/N: I DO NOT own any part of the Law & Order franchise, or the rights to the song If 6 Was 9 by the late great Jimi Hendrix.

If 6 Was 9

"I hate you!" Jodi screamed, throwing down her controller as she was killed yet again for the fifth time in a row as she and John played Red Dead Redemption. Usually she was a maverick at video games, and schooled everyone on Xbox Live but she was having an off day.

John laughed loudly, standing up and watching her waddle away. This was probably the best way he had ever spent his Memorial Day. Sitting around playing video games, eating, and having sex with Jodi. He hadn't left the house in two days and it suited him just fine.

"Where you going?" he asked as she disappeared down the hall. She turned around and stuck her tongue out and him before turning into the kitchen. John followed after her, his socks sliding on the floor.

As he walked into the kitchen he found her bent over inside of the fridge, giving him the view of his life. Her tight yoga pants hugged her ass gloriously.

"Need any help?" he asked, making her jump the slightest bit.

"No I'm fine."

"Good, because I need you to never get up from that position you're in right now." John smirked before walking behind her and putting his hands on her waist.

"You know, I'm pretty sure we've had more sex in the last two days than we have in our entire relationship." Jodi giggled, straightening up and turning around to face him.

It was true. About every twenty minutes they both ended up naked somewhere, fucking until they were sure they had sweated out all bodily fluids.

"I think we're setting a record here." Jodi grinned and crossed his arms as Jodi pulled out a container of chopped watermelon and opened it, walking around to grab a fork.

She she took several pieces in her mouth John couldn't help but watch her. All he wanted to do was rip off her clothes. Pregnant sex was the hottest thing he had ever done before. He had heard that time and time before, and always doubted it, but now he knew it was true.

There was the extra weight. The places he had to hold on to that hadn't been there before. Her breasts, which were just absolutely huge now, her increased ilbido. It was just beyond hot.

"What?" she asked, looking up.

"Bring that gorgeous ass over here." John smirked.

She looked at him through her lashes setting down the container before sauntering over to him slowly.

John grabbed her into his arms, wrapping them around her as best he could.

"Jesus you're getting big." he chuckled.

"Shutup!" Jodi punched him in the chest playfully. It still hurt regardless. The girl had an arm on her.

"I'm sorry honey. Let me make it up to you." he smirked, grabbing her ass.

Jodi bit her lip, running one of her toes up his shin.

"And how is that?" she tilted her head to the side.

"I think you have some idea." he replied before taking one of her hands and placing it over the hard bulge in his pants.

Jodi smiled and rubbed her hand over it, making him close his eyes and gasp in pleasure.

He leaned over to pick her up, grunting over her heavy weight.

"Four people to much to carry?" she raised an eyebrow.

"Nope nothing is too much."

He carried her up the stairs the bedroom, the only place they hadn't had sex so far in the past two days. They fell back into the bed, Jodi groaning as her back ached tremendously.

John rubbed her stomach, watching her beautiful smile take over her face.

"Why are you smiling?"

"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?"

It was these momets that Jodi wondered if John was truly real or not. He was perfect in absolutely every way. Sure they had their fights. Pretty bad ones at times. But everything got better when he took her in his arms and apologized, even if it was her fault.

It wasn't just the fact that he could be the most romantic guy on the face of the planet at times, (of course, she had to usually get him to let his tough facade down first to get there) but he was fun. They played jokes on each other. Football in the park. Video games. She cooked for him. He brought her presents. He was her husband, and she was sure she'd never meet a man who could compare.

And then he kissed her, causing her to forget absolutely everything. Jodi wrapped her arms around his neck, pushing her tongue gently into his mouth and feeling John's wedding band next to her skin.

"Didn't you just say you were going to make it up to me?" Jodi smiled into his mouth.

"I haven't forgotten that." John chuckled before grabbing the waistband of her pants and pulling them down.

Okay, the only thing better than his kiss was having him eat her out. Jodi had no idea where John had learned how to please a woman so well but wherever it was...well every man needed to go there. After the countless men and women she had slept with, John was the by far the best.

He grabbed her legs, running his hands down her thighs before parting them. He pressed his lips to her butterfly tattoo, feeling the warm skin underneath.

Jodi smiled and threw back her head in anticipation, waiting to feel his lips against her hot throbbing skin. His tongue inside of her. His fingers, massaging her.

"You look excited if you don't mind me saying." he smirked up at her from in between her legs.

"Just do it." Jodi snapped, her face turning bright red in excitement.

John grinned before wrapping his arms around her legs and pushing her legs farther apart, giving him easy access.

He slowly plunged his tongue inside of her, causing Jodi to jerk in pleasure, kicking her legs momentarily. She was in absolute heaven.

"That feel good?" John looked up at her.

"Yes." she moaned, pushing his head back down. He moved his tongue viciously inside of her, lapping up every single drop of her sweet nectar.

Jodi ran her hands over her breasts, feeling an explosion of pleasure inside of her, running through every inch of her.

She ran her fingers through his hair, her legs tensing marvelously. It was when he probed her spot with his tongue that caused her to scream loudly, clenching the sheets.

John sat up before unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it off and going for his pants. Jodi watched, pulling her top down beneath her breasts before reaching a hand back to unhook her bra. There was no need to get completely undressed when she knew where they would end up yet again in half an hour.

"Roll over." he whispered in her ear.

Another thing that contributed to the great sex they had been having the last few days were the new sex positions they had been forced to try due to Jodi's increasing pregnancy.

She did as told, getting on all fours and grabbing onto the headboard for support. John put his hands on her waist, slowly guiding himself into her before giving a good hard thrust.

Jodi put one of her legs up, resting her head on one of her arms as John pounded inside of her. With her desire heightened, every single movement was beyond incredible. Jodi never wanted him to stop. Feeling her soft somewhat-cushy skin underneath his hands and John never wanted to stop either.

"Oh god I love you so much." Jodi grunted through her teeth, curling her hands around the headboard so tightly that her knuckles turned white. John looked at her body beneath him. She was one of those girls who from the back you would never tell was pregnant. Her back was still curvy, outlining her figure although from the front it was obvious that she was carrying every troop that fought in Vietnam.

He listened to the sounds of his hardware slapping against her backside. Quickies had become a type of life now rather than a type of sex the past two days, seeing as to how they had been doing so much.

Jodi's phone rang on her nightstand. She grabbed it before chucking it against the wall. John watched it fly, crashing into the wall before the screen cracked and shatter.

"Shit." she muttered, looking up for a moment. John stopped moving but she nudged him, urging him to continue. He looked at the skid mark on the wall before shrugging and restign a hand on her lower back, still moving inside of her.

"Oh god I'm going to come." Jodi moaned, burying her face in her arms. John watched her, grunting his teeth and thrusting faster and harder, digging his nails into her waist.

He willed himself to come. Feel himself spurt inside of her. And in minutes he did.

Jodi screeched loudly, her body tensing wildly around him before falling down onto the bed and rolling over on her back. John lay down beside her, grabbing her breasts before burying his face in her neck.

He rubbed her stomach soothingly, watching droplets of sweat roll down her long neck.

"I love you." he said quietly, pushing a strand of hair out of her face with his free hand.

"Do I even bother to respond to that?" Jodi giggled before pecking him on the mouth and sighing, closing her eyes to take a breif nap. Such a way to spend her Memorial Day.

LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL

Anthony stared up at the ceiling, thinking about her. His date with Olivia had gone perfect. Nothing short of perfect. Olivia herself had said so, but of course he hadn't heard from her in the past few days.

"Mmm, baby."

He looked at the half-drunk bimbo next to him. Hair dye and silicone tits. That's all she was.

Anthony got out of the bed, pushing her faux-tanned arms off of him and walking out of his bedroom. Olivia. Why couldn't he get a woman like her? Someone who was real? Someone he could talk to about something other than how far back she could get her legs behind her head. Something other than pussy he picked up hanging around a hotel. He wouldn't be surprised if she actually was a call girl. Now Anthony had been brought up to always respect women, but if he hadn't, he would have quite a few things to say to her.

As if his body was doing all of the talking, he walked into the kitchen, finding his phone on the counter without ever looking for it. Without thinking, he dialed her number.

"Benson." she answered after three rings.

"Olivia? It's Anthony."

There was a long silence before she said anything.

"What do you want Anthony?"

"I just wanted to...talk. Get coffee or something?"

She sighed, and Anthony found himself wanting to slap himself in the face. His intention wasn't to jump at her like this again. He just wanted to have a decent conversation with a woman who actually knew something.

"Listen Anthony, don't get me wrong I had a great time the other night, but I really don't want this to turn into a thing. I think it would be better if you didn't call me anymore."

"No wait! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to start things off like this. I really just want to grab a coffee or something and talk. I just...I picked up this girl tonight and brought her back to my place, and talking to her didn't even seem real...I just-"

Olivia found herself listening to him. She was off for Memorial Day, she really had nothing better to do than just that. Sitting at home and watching CNN all day wasn't really going to help any. She sat up, pulling off her shirt to go change. She hadn't even agreed to go out with him yet.

"Okay, how about Dean & DeLuca on 5th?" she sighed.

"Sounds great. Thanks Olivia."

"...Your welcome."

As soon as he hung up the phone Anthony rushed back to his room. He wrote a quick note to his fuck-buddy for the night and set eighty dollars on the pillow next to her to catch a cab home before digging through his closet for something to wear.

One five-minute shower and suit later he looked like an entirely new man. Exactly what he needed to be.