A/N: This is the final chapter in His Name is John. For those of you who prefer not to read stories with sex and profanity, please know that this chapter is a very strong M. Please be guided accordingly.
It seemed to John that Joss was actually enjoying her ride, judging from the way she gripped him at the waist and allowed her legs to gently encase him. She leaned into his back, warming him within and without. Perhaps he would take her on a picnic and get the bike on the open road, he thought.
The two arrived back at the loft in no time. John took the bag they received from Mia, stored their helmets and they headed upstairs. Once inside, Joss toed off her boots, hung up their jackets and trailed John to the kitchen where he had begun washing his hands with surgical precision.
"Why don't you go have a nice bath?", he suggested. John knew how much she loved his 78-inch double-wide soaking tub and he was usually in there with her. "I will have dinner ready in no time."
"Sure I can't help with dinner?", Joss questioned though she was bone tired.
"Positive", he said, removing the chicken and fresh vegetables from the fridge. He pecked Joss on the cheek, swatted her butt and said, "Scoot."
"Ok." Joss made for the shopping bag, but John cut her off at the pass with a sing song "Ah ah ah. I'll bring it in to you in a bit."
A foiled again Joss dejectedly headed to the bath.
John could hear the bath water running as he preheated the convection oven. He rinsed carrots, asparagus, and salad greens. The chicken had marinated since early morning and he placed it into a roasting pan and put it into the oven.
John prepared the salad dressing, then went to his closet to find something to wear. He reached for a pair of sweat pants but quickly changed his mind. Having sneaked a peek into the shopping bag, he thought that something "different" was in order and he had just the thing. But first, he stripped off his clothes, leaving them in the closet's hamper, and walked to the guest bath, deciding to avail himself of that rather than to share the bath with Joss.
He showered quickly, but thoroughly, toweled off and sprayed his new Prada eau de toilette. He then reached for his black fine gauge cashmere v-neck sweater and lounge pants. Forgoing mousse, he smoothed his hair back. His five o'clock shadow was in full bloom, but he had decided earlier not to shave. He slipped around his neck the long silver dogtag necklace that Joss had bought him and he added a silver bracelet to complete the look. After a quick inspection in the mirror, he walked off to the kitchen.
John finished preparing the salad, then checked the chicken. Another 20 minutes to perfection, he thought. John then set the table, brought out the wine, filled the water glasses, lit the candles. He went to the master bath and tapped lightly. "Joss, dinner is almost ready. Are you awake?"
"Yes, I'll be out in a minute."
"Sweetheart, here's the bag, just outside the door. "See you in a few. Don't be long." He then went to the kitchen to begin roasting the carrots and asparagus.
Joss stepped out of the bath, her tired muscles soothed from the combination of the bubble bath, quiet, and hot water. Her feet sank into the plush bath mat. I have to ask John where he bought this - it's heavenly, she thought.Joss toweled off and applied her body lotion. She loosened her hair and finger combed it off her face.
Now let's see what Mia packed for me to wear. She reached into the bag, digging beneath her own clothes and shoes and John's underwear that she had worn and pulled out a….a…a black leather strappy slingshot?! On no she didn't! No Mia did not pack a strappy slingshot for her to wear on her "second" date – a "second" date that was an extension of an elaborate tableau John set up with Joss's friends the night before so that John could "date" her.
Never mind that this was way more than her second date – Joss still didn't know if she comfortable wearing the selected outfit. This was not a garment that she would choose for herself! Ever. John was after her to bring a few things over to his place and she could certainly see the wisdom of that now. What do they say about hindsight?
But for now, Joss had two choices, strappy slingshot or what she wore on girls' night out. After a deep sigh, she decided upon the slingshot, but went to John's closet to look for a shirt to wear as coverup. She opted for one of his white ones, rolled the sleeves up to her upper arms, snapped up the collar a bit, buttoned the shirt from the third button down and pranced seductively toward the dining area, barefooted.
Here goes…
Joss walked over to the kitchen area where John was removing the chicken from the oven. "Mmmm…smells good in here", Joss said, (but she wasn't talking about the chicken). "Looks good enough to eat", she added (again, not talking about the chicken).
John smiled and said, "I hope you're hungry." Then he turned and saw her…in his white shirt. Her legs were bare from midthigh down and the white looked marvelous against her warm pecan colored skin. But he couldn't resist asking, however. "Believe me, I am not complaining, you look amazing, but didn't Mia send you something to wear?"
"She did."
"And?"
"And what?"
"Are you wearing it?"
Joss gasped. "You LOOKED in the bag didn't you?"
"Of course", John answered unapologetically. "Are you wearing it? I want to see".
"I don't know", Joss said.
John replied, "I have seen you across the spectrum from fully dressed to stark naked. I have seen parts of your body that you never will so what's the problem? You getting shy on me?"
"This just isn't something I'd wear."
"Not even for me?", he purred, his eyes glinting mischievously.
"Well, if you put it that way…." Joss slowly unbuttoned the shirt and removed it for the big reveal. The slingshot had tiny leather bra cups that barely covered her nipples. Same with the thong bottom – leather and tiny. The thing was that the outfit was one-piece consisting of three tiny strips of fabric connected by thin strings that travelled around and across her body. Somehow by the miracle of modern science the strings and strips held the tiny fabric pieces in place, while finally tying in the back. Joss honestly didn't know how she figured out how to put damn thing on.
After getting an eyeful, and wearing a broad sexy grin, John knelt and picked up the shirt, caressing the outside of Joss's leg as he stood, snaking his arm around her. "I may have to spank you later for trying to deprive me of this magnificent vision", John murmured.
Joss smiled, but he did not.
Sensing her discomfort, John held out his shirt and she turned and put her arms in, lifting her still damp hair. He turned her to face him, snapped up the collar, closed the front of the shirt (but didn't button it back) and kissed her cheek gently. "Let's eat", he said.
He seated her, draping a linen napkin across her lap with a flair. He repaired to the kitchen and returned with two bowls.
"The salad is California cobb, with bacon, avocado, arugula, and made fresh mustard and vanaigarette dressing", John said, channeling his inner fine dining wait staff.
"Sounds delicious", Joss said, then after a few bites, "John, this is so good", Joss said, with an emphatic and lengthened "so".
"Thank you", John modestly replied.
Once the salads were finished, John took their bowls to the kitchen. Moments later he returned with two plates.
John placed Joss's plate before her. "The entrée is roasted herb and citrus chicken with roasted carrots and asparagus. I hope you enjoy."
"Oooo, my mouth is watering", admitted Joss. So's mine thought John, sneaking a peak at her breasts as he set down her plate. John then set down his own plate and Joss took a few sips of water while she waited for John to settle himself. Once he did, she took a forkful of the chicken and carrots, and found that it practically melted in her mouth.
"I have the perfect career for you if you ever stop the vigilante thing you have going on. John, this food is amazing."
"Glad you're enjoying it."
When the entrée was finished John asked, "Have room for dessert?"
Joss wiped her mouth with the napkin and took a sip of the Sauvignon blanc John poured earlier. Shaking her head, she replied, "Not right now, maybe later. I'm stuffed."
Nah…too easy, thought John, biting back a snappy risqué retort.
He stood and began clearing the table. Joss stood also to lend a hand.
"No, no", John said. "You are my guest this evening."
"I may be", Joss replied, smiling, "but I want to be invited again, so I intend to be a very good guest." The two finished clearing the table, putting away the food, and loading dirty dishes into the dishwasher.
"Let's have wine in the living room", John suggested.
Joss nodded and they walked the short distance to the loft's living space. Joss opted to sit in the middle of John's sectional and he sat right next to her, pouring them each a generous glass of wine into fresh glasses. John picked up a remote and smooth jazz began to play.
Joss giggled.
"What's funny?", John asked, curious.
"I feel giddy – almost as if this were really our second date", Joss answered, honestly.
"A good giddy or a bad giddy?", John wondered aloud.
"Definitely a good giddy", she quickly answered.
"Me too", John said. "I keep thinking don't blow it." His arm was draped across the couch behind Joss and he smoothed her hair behind one ear. "Let's go with it", he suggested.
"What do you mean?"
"Let's pretend it is our second date. In a way, it is –", John said.
"Yeah – it's our second public date… yes…let's go with it", Joss eagerly agreed.
The two clinked glasses and took sips of their wine.
John and Joss began gazing at each other, listening to the music, sipping wine as they settled into an intimate silence. After a while, John put his arm around Joss and she laid her head on his shoulder while he rubbed her arm.
"Not going to sleep are you?", he asked.
"Oh no", she answered, "Just enjoying the ambiance. I really like being here with you like this."
"Me too."
"The only thing that would make it better would be if I weren't dressed like a streetwalker. Wait til I talk to Mia. What you must think…", Joss started.
"What I think is that the kick ass cop, mother, ex-soldier, and lawyer, has a sexy sex kitten side. A side that I have been dying to explore since you came out in my shirt – which also looks sexy as hell on you, I might add. Here – let's have a better look."
John directed Joss to stand in front of him, as he remained seated, scooting to the edge of the couch. He slowly spread open the front of the shirt until it dropped from Joss's shoulders to the floor. He then trailed his fingertips across her body, looking intensely at each and every place he touched. He criss-crossed her with his fingers, gently, several times, neck to waist, lingering at her breasts. He stood, walked around behind her and did the same from the back of her shoulders to the back of her thighs.
Still standing behind her, John asked, "What do they call this garment again?", just as he wrapped a long arm around Joss's waist and pulled her flush against him. At the same time he reached around her with his other arm and cupped her between her legs. Joss inhaled sharply, trembling at the intimate touch. "A strappy slingshot ", Joss finally managed to get out.
"Strappy slingshot", he repeated. John then dragged the arm at Joss's waist up her body across her breasts, trapping her neck. She shivered again and inhaled loudly.
"Does this frighten you? You aren't afraid of me, are you, baby?" He nipped her ear.
"Noooo", she finally answered, exhaling deeply.
"Good – I don't want you to be afraid of me", John's hoarse timbre caused Joss to tremble even more.
"What do you want, John?", Joss asked, suddenly emboldened, perhaps by that rock hard erection poking her insistently. She gripped his thighs, grazing his flesh with her nails.
It was John's turn to inhale sharply. He finally answered, "I want you to get wet - soaking wet at the sight of me. I want you to damn near orgasm at the sound of my voice, and I want my touch to set your body on fire. I also want you out of this outfit, as much as I love it. And I want you to remind me to thank Mia for this gift."
"You don't want much, do you?", Joss sniggled. John silenced her sniggles with a searing open-mouthed kiss to the side of her neck. She keened at the wet heat.
"What do you want, Jocelyn? Tell me.", John said. He lowered the arm at her neck, squeezed her breast, pinching her nipple, roughly. He also began rubbing her clit in gentle circles causing her to tremble yet again and become even more wet than she already was. She was glad he couldn't see her face – she was embarrassed by what she was feeling at John's simple touches.
"Tell me, Joss", he insisted, inserting 2 fingers into her and rubbing her clit harder with his thumb.
"I want your pants to tent at the sight of me." Joss twisted her bottom against him suggestively, gripping his thighs harder. "I want to hear you beg me to suck your dick and I want you to be unable to eat, sleep, or think until I do, and I want you to ache for me when we're apart."
John smiled naughtily. "Will you, Jocelyn? Please, please baby. I want to feel your gorgeous lips on my dick so bad. Please – it hurts, please, suck me", he begged.
A frenzied Joss turned to face John. She yanked down his pants, exposing all 9 inches of his manhood, and pushed him down on the couch, his legs open, his knees bent. "Ummmm, commando", she whispered, taking him in her hand, stroking him, up and down. "Such a fine fellow…", she continued, still stroking, now licking him as if he were a taffy.
Finally, she took him into her hot .wet mouth, squeezing his shaft with one hand and his balls with the other. John groaned deeply, resting his head on the back of the couch, but watching Joss's every move. He loved the sight of her working on him, her lips and tongue squeezing, rubbing, her jaws concaving as she sucked him deeply. He put his hands at the sides of her head, fingers splayed, thumbs on her cheeks. Now he could feel her mouth movements through his fingers as well as on his cock, heightening his pleasure. He couldn't be more turned on.
"Feels so good – don't stop, don't you dare stop", he strangled out, resisting the urge to thrash about – fearing he'd break the connection if he did.
John held on as long as he could, not wanting the exquisite torture to end. "Joss. Joss… I' m coming. Ugh, Sweet lord…."
"Come for me, baby. Give it to me. Feed me…." Joss increased her ministrations, now pressing John's balls and shaft with one hand and alternately flicking and pinching his nipple with the other. At last, John sat up and leaned over at the waist, lifting his legs from the floor, opening his legs wider, still holding Joss's face to his cock. He suddenly groaned loudly, his body straightening and stiffening, as he thrust his hips at Joss's face, filling her mouth with his release. She continued sucking, swallowing his offering, licking him clean.
"Oh, oh, oh, ah", he continued, spasming. Once the quivers finally stopped, he pulled Joss on top of him as he dragged himself prone onto the couch.
Joss placed her hands on either side of John's face. They started kissing, their tongues, deeply exploring each other's mouths. Joss whispered, "Can you taste yourself on my tongue? You taste so good."
John smiled wickedly. "I know what would taste better."
He somehow maneuvered Joss under him, kissing his way down her body until he arrived at her special place. He slid the crotch of the slingshot over, spread eagled her, then parted her labia with his fingers. While he was looking at Joss's face, measuring her reaction to him, he suddenly drove his tongue deep inside her and commenced to tongue-fuck her hot channel for all he was worth.
He pushed her legs back, pressing them at the back of her knees, holding them in position, which raised her bottom to his mouth. Now he lapped and kissed all over her pussy in much the same way as he kissed her other mouth. His face was wet with her juices.
"Mmmm-nnn. Nectar from the gods", he muttered, then resumed tonguing her.
Joss squeezed her breasts and twisted her nipples. John released her legs but kept on task balancing her at his mouth with his hands at her butt. Once Joss's legs were free, she started bumping her mons against his face roughly. She released her breasts to grab two handsful of his hair and pull his face harder to her.
"That's it – eat my pussy. Eat it." She closed her eyes, hissed, and screamed John's name in orgasmic bliss. Joss now tried to use her hands to push his face from between her legs when she started to come, but he wouldn't budge and did not – until he had slurped every drop of her come and her tremors ceased.
He inched up her body, pausing to lick and suck her breasts, nip her neck. John found her lips and the two of them started kissing again like horny teenagers whose parents were away for the weekend.
"Let's go someplace more comfortable." John then stood and held out his hand to Joss. She was a little wobbly as she stood. "Are you alright?", John asked, concerned.
"I'm good – great in fact", said Joss without exaggeration, as John lead them toward his bed.
"I love you so much, sexy woman", John announced. "I can't believe my good fortune at having you in my life."
"I love you, too, but can we be in love after two dates?", Joss questioned.
"I don't see why not – I fell in love with you the first time I saw you", John stated in earnest.
"Then all that cat and mouse with you…", Joss said.
"Was Reese foreplay", John stated.
Joss chuckled. "Why am I not surprised?"
Meanwhile John had begun pulling at Joss's flimsy garment, trying to figure out how to get it off her.
"Don't tear it", she warned. "I have to get it back to Mia."
No sooner than the words were spoken, however, John ripped all the straps at her waist, and gave a few heavy-handed tugs. Victorious, he then held up the garment, now in several pieces, and flung them on the floor.
"Let's just get her another one", he said.
"Yeah", Joss said, "I'll just google strippers-r-us."
John pulled his sweater over his head and reached for Joss again, to pull her in for another wet kiss. As John leaned in, he faintly heard the phone ringing, coming from his closet.
John hung his head in disappointment. "Work", he said. Joss watched his demeanor change from love and lust filled to all business. He looked at her expectantly, hoping that she would understand.
"Go", she commanded.
John rushed to the closet and fished out his phone.
"Finch", she heard him say. Then, "I'm on my way. Text me the address."
John was out of the closet, into the bathroom and dressed in full man-in-the-suit mode within moments.
"I have to …,"
"I know", she interrupted. "Call me when you can."
"Will you wait for me here?", he asked, hating that he had to leave her. "There's still desert - honey roasted apples and vanilla ice cream", he said, hoping to entice her further.
"I'll wait as long as I can, yes. But before you go, John, did you mean what you said? About when you first loved me?"
"Every word. I will show you how much soon", he admitted.
"You'd better – and you promised me a spanking too", she pouted. "But I will settle for the honey roasted apples and vanilla ice cream – for now."
John smiled at her again, the really breathtaking one that left his beautiful heart visible to those with the all-seeing John vision, and kissed her again.
"That you're boyfriend material", she whispered as she held him.
John looked at her, the question in his gorgeous eyes.
"Mia said that you're boyfriend material and that I shouldn't screw it up."
His eyes, that were just a little saddened when he first got the call, brightened. "What do you say?", he asked, kissing Joss's fingertips.
"I say she's right and that I'd be a fool to think otherwise. Now go."
John kissed her again, stood, then left the loft, the door closing with a thud.
Joss uttered aloud what had heretofore been her silent prayer. "Please, God, let him come back to me safely." She then snuggled under the covers to faithfully await her man's return.
Meanwhile John trudged to the elevator, his steps heavy. He was finding it to be increasingly difficult to leave Joss to attend to random New Yorkers in distress. Joss really was changing him – for the better he hoped. He too uttered a prayer, only silently – something that he heretofore would have never done. "Please God, let me return to her safely."
Besides, John thought as he stepped with a smile onto the elevator, I have three more of Joss's friends to convince that I'm worthy of her. And I intend to do just that – and be just that as well.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed the story of John's and Joss's "meeting" and their time with Mia. Maybe I will do stories about John and Joss with her other friends as well. Please review – I love hearing from you all! Much love.