"I've been home for two weeks now." Abi stated with an exasperated tone.

"Yes you have. And you almost died." Devon replied.

"And I'm going to die if I don't have a good and long love making session with my husband."

"Drama queen."

"Horny drama queen."

"We take things slow. Agreed?"

"Agreed"

Abi locked lips with Devon and parted them, their tongues dancing and playing with each other. Devon's hands slid under her shirt, pleased to find her sans bra, and began to gently pinch and palm her nipples. He loved the fullness of her breasts and the way her nipples instantly hardened at his touch. He removed her shirt and let his lips graze over each nipple before taking them into his mouth.

Abi's body arched into Devon's mouth, small grunts of pleasure tumbling from her lips. She could feel her center beginning to heat up. It had been too long since she'd made love to her husband and she needed to feel him inside her.

While his tongue was pleasuring her, Abi's hand had worked its way down his pants and was massaging Devon's rock hard member. He wanted to return the favor and slid his hand down Abi's pants, tenderly brushing her incision on the way. He found her dripping wet and grinding against his fingers. It never failed to stoke his ego that he had this effect on her.

"I think we're overdressed." he said.

"Let's do something about that."

Once both were nude they made way to their bed. Devon settled himself between Abi's legs, entered her slowly and stilled himself once he was to the hilt. Nothing in this world felt better or more right than where he was at this moment. She was his partner in crime, his best friend, his soulmate. He looked down at her and she could see the love he felt for her. He peppered her face with soft kisses before pulling himself up on his elbows.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"I'm fine. Make love to me."

And Devon did make love to her. He made love to her as if he might never make love to her again moving in and out of her at a devastatingly slow and purposed pace. He took care to not jostle her too much; her incision was still healing and he didn't want to hurt her. He had almost lost her and to be with her, sinking into the warm and wet heat that was his wife was the catharsis and healing Devon needed.

Abi's body was moving instinctively, meeting Devon thrust for thrust. The heat, sweat, the weight of him on top of her, the tenderness in which he made love to her, was making her heady. Every nerve in her body was pulsing in time with where she and Devon were joined. Abi had never felt so alive.

Their lovemaking continued, their bodies joined as one, only the sounds of sheets rustling and small gasps could be heard. Neither wanted it to end, but neither could hold on any longer and both came. Abi clung to Devon whispering his name over and over; Devon buried his face in Abi's hair and gasped her name before collapsing next to her.

The couple woke the next morning to find homemade muffins, orange juice, and freshly cut flowers adorning their kitchen table.

"Jenni." they said in unison.

"Oh God, I hope she didn't hear anything." Devon said.

"Oh please. Even if she did we're all married people and she probably went home to do the same thing." Abi retorted.

"Do you have any couth?"

"Not a bit, and you love me for it."

Both of them being famished, dug into the muffins with reckless abandon. Jenni was one hell of a baker and her muffins were a family favorite. Both made a mental note to thank her later. Ever since Abi's brush with death, the little things meant so much more. They had breakfast together every morning, went running every evening, watched Jeopardy, and cuddled every night. They made love whenever the mood struck, ate cake more often, and spent more time having fun.

The couple was having fun and had lost track of time when Jax came tearing in the front door. He was greeted by a very shocked Abi and a room full of floating feathers. He had interrupted a very intense pillow fight between his daughter and son-in-law. Never one to waste an opportunity Abi gave Devon a final whack to the back of the head and scrambled to hide behind her Daddy.

"Thanks for the distraction Daddy!" she said wrapping her arms around his waist.

"I heard screaming." Jax said.

"Only because she was losing." Devon replied.

It did Jax's heart good to see his daughter is such a light-hearted mood. He and Tara had been so worried about her since the "incident" but judging from this she was doing just fine. Her doctor had told them he'd never seen anyone with an embolism that severe survive. Jax was convinced it was sheer will and stubbornness that had kept her alive. That was the Teller in her. It was the Knowles in her that made her the worst patient in the world. Abi had not taken well to all the attention and "hovering" and had insisted everyone get back to their normal lives. It had taken a team effort of Jax and Devon threatening more mothering and "hovering" than she could imagine to gain her compliance.

"I hope you two had fun." Tara said noting the enormous mess that was the living room.

"She started it." Devon said.

"I don't doubt that for a minute." Tara said.

"Dinner is ready. We'll worry about the mess later." Abi said.

"So what's for dinner?" Jax asked rubbing his hands together.

"Don't worry, Jenni made muffins." Abi said.

"Hot damn."

"That was quite a mess those two made." Tara said with a giggle.

"They'll be finding feathers for weeks. But it looked like they were having a lot of fun." Jax replied.

"Yes it did."

"I'd like to have a little fun of my own with my incredibly sexy and hot wife." Jax said.

Even after all these years her husband still caused her tummy to flutter with "that look". She could see the raw want and it made her feel so fucking sexy. The wetness was pooling between her legs before Jax even touched her. The way his mouth took possession of hers, the way he peeled her clothes off, taking time to touch every inch of newly exposed skin, it never failed to cause a deep ache in her core. The soft and gentle sucking of her nipples and the caressing of her breasts had her rubbing her legs together, desperate for release.

Jax dropped to his knees and yanked Tara's panties down. He spread her outer folds and let his tongue lightly glide over her clit. She was soaking wet and moaning his name. He spread her legs further, inserted a finger inside, and let his tongue begin to pleasure her in earnest. The amount of wetness combined with Tara repeatedly gasping his name was making Jax painfully hard. The taste of his wife was something he never tired of; the sweet and creaminess that was Tara. His tongue continued to tease that small bud and his fingers were being covered in her juices. God damn he was so hard. Tara's body begin to shudder and saw her eyes roll back. He wrapped his arm around her, steadying her as her body shook.

After her shuddering subsided Tara pushed Jax away, stepped out of her underwear, and walked to the couch. With a mischievous glint in her eyes she bent over the arm, ass wiggling, and tilted her head to smile.

Jax made short work of his clothing and gave Tara two firm swats before sinking into her. He would never understand how after 30+ years of making love to the same woman the feeling never got old. Entering Tara and feeling the wetness, the heat, and how her body responded to his always felt other worldly. He began a slow and gentle pace, moving in and out of her; enjoying her soft calling of his name. The soft mutterings turned to full blown moans when Jax picked up the pace, moving in and out of her with a purpose.

"Baby you're so wet. Jesus you feel good."

"Don't stop. Fuck me. Please fuck me." Tara begged.

Jax started moving at an almost inhuman speed. His hips slammed against Tara's ass over and over, drawing moans and screams from his wife. Her insides went from warm to hot and Jax could feel her start to tremble. He reached between them and started to softly massage her clit.

"Come for me baby. I love to feel you come. Your pussy feels so good around my dick when you come."

The orgasm hit her like a freight train. Her breathing became choppy, her body tensed, and she screamed Jax's name as the heat flowed over her. Jax was pounding into her like a well-oiled machine and she could feel his body tense. Within seconds she felt his release inside her and he gasped out her name.

"Not bad old man. I love you Teller." Tara said running her fingers through Jax's gray tinged hair.

"You weren't so bad yourself and I love you too Mrs. Teller." Jax said kissing her.

And those were the last words Tara remembered until waking the next morning, in their bed, curled up in Jax's arms.