Author's Note: Alright guys, I wanted to get this up before I leave for Florida in the morning. I won't have internet access there, so this is the last update until at least the 30th because I won't be back until LATE on the 29th. So enjoy! Next chapter starts the drama.

Chapter Twenty Five

The rest of the week wasn't much better than day one for Chasity. The highlights consisted of text conversations with Jon, facetime interaction with him, or talking to him on the phone. When they weren't talking Chasity found herself feeling depressed because she missed him, and her pregnancy hormones weren't helping a damn thing. Luckily Jon was due back in town later in the afternoon, so she'd finally be able to see him in person, and hopefully this depression would finally end.

But that was later. For now she was waiting on Tara to get to Jon's apartment so they could decorate it a little bit. Chasity was going to skip decorating this year, but Tara had convinced her it would be better to decorate to get her mind off of things. If not for Tara, Chasity was fairly sure this depression would have swallowed her whole and forced her into just hiding in Jon's bed until he returned home.

Deciding it would be best to have the decorations out and ready by the time Tara arrived, Chasity slipped on a pair of shoes she had brought with her, grabbed the set of keys Jon told her worked everything – including the storage closet downstairs - and walked down to the closet to see what, if anything, Jon had to decorate with. She smiled and waved at Donna as she passed the property managers office. Donna waved back, acknowledging her before going back to the paper work she had piled on her desk in front of her. Chasity found the storage closet marked with Jon's apartment number and opened it. Upon entering she flipped on the light and glanced around. Spotting two small boxes sitting in a far back corner that were clearly marked "Christmas", Chasity nudged them with her foot to see how heavy they were, but to her surprise they were both as light as feathers. Clearly, a trip to the store was going to be in order because it was obvious Jon wasn't much into this whole decorating thing. Which was expected, considering his career path choice, and therefore he's never at home.

Picking up the boxes, she made her way out of the storage closet, making sure to shut off the light and relock the door before making her way back toward his apartment. Only she didn't make it all the way back to his apartment.

"What in the world do you think you're doing," she heard someone shout from the entry way of the building. Turning around and looking over top of the two boxes in her arms she was surprised to see her boyfriend dropping his bags and rushing toward her. Yanking the boxes from her arms, he placed them on the ground. "Why would you even attempt to carry boxes in your condition? Are you insane?" Chasity hadn't recovered from the shock of actually seeing him walk through the door yet, so silence fell between them until she finally blinked the shock away.

"I thought you weren't coming home until this afternoon," she questioned.

"I wasn't, but then I decided I wanted to get home as soon as possible, so I managed to find and book an earlier flight," Jon informed her. "And apparently it's a good thing I did. What in the world did you think you were doing carrying those boxes, Chas? No heavy lifting," he scolded her. She blinked at him before a quiet laugh managed to escape her mouth.

"Jon, if you seriously think that's heavy lifting, then you need to hit the gym a little harder because you're clearly not working out hard enough." Jon furrowed his brow.

"I workout plenty hard enough, thank you very much!" Chasity laughed at him again.

"If that's so, then lift those boxes again, tough guy," she ordered him. Jon, getting frustrated with her suddenly mocking nature picked up the boxes as if they weighed two tons, only to realize that they actually, really did weigh next to nothing. Furrowing his brow in confusion he placed the boxes down and opened the top to each one to inspect the contents inside. Christmas lights were in the one box while the other held a few odd knickknack-y decorations that had been neatly packed inside the box causing Jon to shake his head in amusement.

"I forgot I even had these," he laughed. "Actually, I'm not even sure where any of this came from because I don't tend to decorate for Christmas, on account I'm usually not home. Probably why there's next to nothing here," Jon surmised. "But anyway, what are you doing with them?" Chasity shrugged.

"Was gonna decorate your apartment a little bit with Tara's help, just to keep my mind off things," Chasity admitted. Jon walked back over to the door where he'd dropped his bags and picked them up just as Tara walked into the lobby.

"Jon, what are you doing here? Thought you weren't due back until later today," she questioned, when she realized it was him picking up his bags.

"I caught an earlier flight," he informed her. "Hey, can you do me a favor please? Grab those boxes before Chas does. I know they're light, but I don't want her carrying them," he told Tara. Chasity furrowed her brow.

"I'm pregnant, not a fragile piece of glass, Jon." Smiling at her as he approached her he cupped her face between his hands.

"I know. Call me paranoid if you'd like, but I just feel more comfortable if you don't lift - no matter how light or heavy - in your condition," he confessed. Knowing she wasn't going to be happy with that response he quickly placed a kiss on her lips, running his tongue across her bottom lip waiting for her to cave. When she did, he slipped his tongue into her mouth to wrestle with hers. As the kiss deepened, Tara cleared her throat.

"Alright, you two break it up before we have to get a hose and hose you both down," she joked. Pulling away from him, Chasity blushed as she buried her face in the t-shirt Jon was wearing. He just chuckled and grabbed her hand, leading her back toward his apartment as Tara grabbed the previously discarded boxes like Jon had asked her to, and followed the loving couple back to his apartment.

Jon had been waiting for this all morning. He caught an earlier flight to get home well before he was supposed to so he could spend as much time with Chasity as possible. He hadn't planned on Tara being there, but she wouldn't be there long. Hopefully they would decorate the apartment, and then she'd leave them alone so Jon could finally show Chasity just how much he'd truly missed her.

Entering the apartment, Jon took his bags to the bedroom and dropped them on the floor at the foot of his bed, while Tara placed the boxes off to the side in the living room. "Those boxes are awfully light. What's in them?" Chasity laughed.

"Jon's not much into the holidays, or decorating, mainly because his job keeps him away from home, so from what I could tell there's just lights in the one box and a few Christmas knickknacks in the other. But we can always run to the store and buy some more things, if need be." Jon walked out of his bedroom shaking his head.

"Please don't decorate my place like the north pole," Jon pleaded. "The less you put up, the better," he exclaimed. "Besides, it'll make it easier to undecorated after Christmas is over, too." Chasity shrugged.

"Alright, we'll do it your way. No extra decorations. So, where are we putting what we do have," she questioned, looking around the room.

"Well, a strand of lights could go around the font windows and the kitchen archway. The other strand you could hold onto for a tree." Seeing the scowl on Jon's face, she quickly added "That is, if you can convince Jon to get one," Tara chuckled. Chasity smirked.

"Oh, I'll get him to crack. Might take a couple of days, but we'll have a tree up and decorated before Christmas." Jon just scowled more.

"Yeah, keep dreaming, sunshine," he grumbled. But he knew she was right. She knew his weaknesses, and he knew she'd use something against him to get him to crack. But for now, he would continue to pretend like that would never happen.

Once they'd officially decided where everything was going to go, Chasity and Tara held the lights as Jon reached up and looped them around the frame of the window and the entryway to the kitchen, using little removable hooks to hold them there. Tara had the privilege of holding the half of the strand that contained the outlet plug, so Chasity nodded at the outlet nearest the sofa. "Plug it in, let's see what it looks like," she ordered. Tara nodded, and slipped the prongs of the cord into the outlet and stepped back as the lights came to life, illuminating the room.

"Pretty cool. I love the way Christmas lights light up a room. It's so pretty," Chasity mumbled. Jon got an idea, but decided to store it in the back of his mind for later. Right now, with Tara around, it wasn't a good idea to bring it up.

Jon sat on the sofa and watched Chasity and Tara put out the few knickknacks they had found stored in the boxes. A few lit up, a few sang, a few did both, and a few were just plan statues that were Christmas themed. Placing the last knickknack into its temporary designated place, Chasity stood back and glanced around the room. "I think we did a pretty good job. Now it actually looks and feels like Christmas in here," she exclaimed. Tara nodded, agreeing with her.

"Well, now that we're done, and I'm sure Jon wants some alone time with you; as you do with him, I'm gonna give you guys some space," Tara said, winking at Jon as she grabbed her purse. He knew she could tell he was sexually frustrated. He wasn't sure how, but he wasn't going to ask questions. The faster she left, the better. "I'll call you tomorrow, Chas," Tara said, as Chasity walked her to the door.

"Alright, I'll talk to you then," Chasity responded, holding onto the door as Tara stepped out. "Thanks for your help." Tara nodded.

"No problem, girl. Now, go enjoy some alone time with your man," Tara said, smirking and winking at Chasity who laughed.

At the sound of her laugh and the click of the lock, letting him know Tara was officially gone, Jon jumped up from the sofa and was in front of Chasity before she had even turned away from the door. Wrapping his arms around her expanding waist – which had gotten a bit bigger since he had last seen her – he pushed her hair out of the way and kissed the side of her neck in multiple spots. Chasity wiggled around in his arms until he finally loosened his grip a little and she was finally able to wiggle herself around to face him. Releasing her waistline, Jon grabbed her hand and led her back to the living room.

"Sit on the sofa, I'll be right back," he told her. She knew by his tone of voice that he wasn't making a request, but a demand. She loved when he got dominant in these situations. She wouldn't willingly play this type of game with anyone, but Jon.

Jon walked into the bed room, grabbed two pillows off the bed and a couple of blankets from the closet. Reentering the living room, he threw the pillows and one blanket on the sofa beside Chasity and proceeded to lay the other one out in the middle of the floor. Grabbing the two pillows, he placed them at the top of the blanket before disappearing into the kitchen.

Just watching him set this little plan he had in motion was turning Chasity on. She was nervous to see what he was going to do, but at the same time, she was excited. Jon walked back into the room carrying a bowl of strawberries, a container of whipped cream and squeeze bottle of chocolate syrup. Now Chasity was really intrigued. Was he going for dominant romantic? That would be a different scenario, but one that Chasity wouldn't be totally against. He placed the edible items along the edge of the blanket before pulling his shirt over his head and throwing it to a corner of the room and re-approaching Chasity.

"I have to admit, I didn't think you'd stay there when I told you to, but I'm glad you did. Come here," he demanded, grabbing her hand as he sunk to his knees in the center of the blanket. Following his lead, Chasity sank to her own knees in front of him as he cupped her face and kissed her hard on the lips. Running his hands down her arms without breaking the kiss he slowly reached the hem of the t-shirt she was wearing. Slipping his hand beneath it he gently caressed her growing baby bump. Feeling Kaleb kick his hand he smirked into the kiss before finally pulling away. "I missed you both, and I love that feeling, but I'm pretty sure we disturbed him," he mumbled as he tugged her shirt up over her head to expose her stomach and leave her in nothing but her bra and pants.

Chasity's knees were starting to hurt from kneeling on the hard floor for so long so she decided to turn things in her direction for a minute as she wrapped her arms around Jon's neck and twisted them so they fell – her on top, him on the bottom – as he hit the pillows behind him he chuckled. "You could've just asked me to move things along." Chasity shook her head.

"Nah, I liked this idea better," she mumbled as she placed messy kisses against his now bare chest and stomach. Seeing the food still sitting untouched beside the blanket, Chasity smirked as an idea popped into her head. Before Jon comprehended what she was doing, Chasity had grabbed the chocolate syrup and squirted the cold, sticky substance onto Jon's exposed skin causing him to yelp in surprise.

"Shit Chas, that's fucking cold!" She laughed as she grabbed the whipped cream and used her finger to smear that on top of the chocolate. Jon sucked in another breath at the cold sensation of the whipped cream met his still chocolate covered skin. "Chas…" his words died on his lips as he watched his girlfriend lean forward and begin licking the sticky, gooey substances off his bare skin. Feeling the tightening in his pants he tried to push her away, but she was relentless as she proceeded to lick every last drop of the sticky treats off his skin.

Once she'd licked the final drop from his skin Chasity pulled back and smirked at him. "My own special dessert. Kaleb seems to have enjoyed it, too." Jon grunted and flipped them over. Pulling her into a sitting position, Jon unhooked her bra and slid it off her body before pushing her down against the pillows and pinning her hands above her head.

"My turn," he whispered as he grabbed the bottle of chocolate and lathered almost every inch of her upper body with it before scooping some whipped cream onto her stomach and smearing that around. Chasity whimpered at the cold sensation. Her eyes widened when Jon pulled her pants and underwear away from her body and squirted more chocolate against her most private organ. Lathering some whipped cream on top, he smirked up at her. "Now you get to be my sticky, yummy little dessert," he said as he started licking the chocolate and whipped cream off her stomach.

Chasity knew he had planned to torture her. She knew what she was setting herself up for when she used the items against him, but she'd be lying if she said she disliked it. In fact, the whole thing had her body hot and bothered and she was pretty sure it wouldn't take long for an orgasm to overtake her once Jon reached her womanhood.

Jon took his time as he licked the sticky substances off her body. With each moan that she let float from her lips, he went slower, but he could tell it would only be a matter of time before Chasity was begging him. He knew she was already pretty wet, so it wouldn't take much to get her begging. Reaching her breasts he cupped each mound in his hands and slowly licked the sticky treat, purposely saving her nipples for last as he licked around the skin. She grabbed his hair and pulled, trying to redirect his mouth, but he was a bit stronger than she was. "Fuck, Jon… Stop… teasing," she gasped out between labored breaths. "Please… stop…teasing," she gasped as he continued to lick everywhere but where she really wanted him to lick.

This was the start of exactly what he was looking for. He wanted her to beg a little bit before he finally gave in. After a full week on the road he wanted to prolong this encounter as long as possible, and he knew if he gave in it wouldn't last like he wanted it to. So teasing was the only way he could go.

Chasity wiggled underneath of him making him chuckle. "Is someone impatient?" Chasity groaned.

"Stop teasing me, please," she begged, still panting. Jon smirked.

"How am I teasing you?" Chasity wasn't finding as amusing as Jon was. She was literally aching for him, and he was making this into one big joke. It was beginning to really aggravate her. Pushing against his chest with all her might, she shifted a bit managing to throw her legs off the blanket. Using all her strength again, he shoved against his shoulders. She knew this was useless. After all, he was much stronger than she was, but at this point she didn't care.

"Get off me, Jon." Now he was confused.

"Why?"

"If you're not going to finish me off, then I'll do it myself. Now move," she demanded. Jon shook his head and placed a gentle kiss against her lips.

"I'm not going anywhere, but I will finish you off, if you really want me too." She glared at him. He smirked back at her before beginning to trail kisses down her body. Reaching her womanhood he licked the chocolate and whipped cream away quickly before driving his tongue between her juicy folds. Feeling her grab his hair again as she moaned made him smirk for what felt like the billionth time that night. He knew how to please her, and if that's what she really wanted, he'd give it to her. He licked every inch of her before adding his fingers to the mix to work against her clit. Every time he drove his tongue into her, his fingers would alternate applying pressure to her switch causing Chasity to lift her hips off the blanket, bucking up to meet his every intrusion.

With each penetration Jon made with his tongue, Chasity grew a little closer to unraveling. She knew she wouldn't last much longer once he'd added his fingers to the mix against her clit. She tried to shift her weight to change the pressure, but all's it did was cause her more pressure and pleasure. She couldn't fight it anymore. She gasped and screamed as she felt the pleasure overtake her. Jon licked up every last drop of her juices before pulling away as her body began to come back down.

Chasity stared up at him as he removed his pants and boxers. She had been so wrapped in her own pleasure she'd forgotten that he hadn't gotten any release yet. Grabbing a strawberry she bit into it seductively. Jon watched her and shook his head. He knew what she wanted him to do, so leaning toward her, as if he was going to kiss her, he bit into the other side of the strawberry. Chasity laughed as she pulled her half away from his and ate it before grabbing another one. Only this time, she bit into it and then used the other half against Jon's bare skin; once again making him a sticky mess.

Leaning up toward him, she licked the strawberry juice off his chest before twisting and managing to push him onto his back. Straddling his waist, Chasity grabbed another strawberry out of the bowl and bit into it. This time, instead of rubbing the strawberry against him to get the juice out she squeezed it between her forefinger and thumb until the juice squirted onto his stomach. Leaning down, she once again licked the juice off his skin until he pushed her head up and captured her lips in a searing kiss. Using his hands – without breaking the kiss – he positioned her perfectly and pushed himself into her causing Chasity to moan into the kiss. Clearly, he was done with the foreplay.

A few hours later Chasity woke up to Kaleb kicking her hard in the left side of her ribs, effectively taking her breath away for a moment. Placing her hand on her abdomen she gently rubbed, trying to get him to calm down, but it was to no avail. Sighing she used the coffee table and pushed herself up. Grabbing Jon's t-shirt and her panties she walked to the kitchen and pulled out some grapes and orange juice. He had never gotten this agitated with her before, but all she had to eat earlier was the desserts they used during their little love making session, so perhaps he was hungry. Or at least, that's what she was hoping.

While she ate her grapes and drank her juice she sat on the sofa and watched Jon continue to sleep on the floor in front of her. That's when it occurred to her it was probably the floor that pissed Kaleb off. The floor was too hard for her to lay on her back, so she had to lay on her side and she realized when she woke up she was turned on the side that Kaleb is mostly leaned to. Being that she was only nearly seven months, Kaleb hadn't completely turned into the head down position yet, but at the last ultrasound he was in the midst of slowly turning that direction, so he was technically lying sideways across her stomach, with his head and upper body to the right side of her body – the same side she woke up lying on – whoops!

Once she realized her issue, she threw her plate in the trash and put her glass in the sink and moved to the sofa, where she could lay on her back. She was so tired she fell back to sleep for a few more hours, not waking up again until she heard Jon freaking out about something.