Ages:

Jim - 24
Melinda - 21

Jim winced slightly as he rubbed his right shoulder.

There had been a three-alarm fire in a duplex on Central Avenue, a kid who hit his head by slipping when getting out of the shower, and a three-car collision off of Fifth street. His station had been the first on scene and they had to get the door open and fast; children had been trapped inside. So he had taken all of his considerable body weight and muscle and thrown himself into the door.

It opened after a few attempts and they had gotten the children out, but he was paying for it now and was pretty sure Melinda wouldn't appreciate the giant bruise that was blossoming over his shoulder and down onto his bicep. And of course, it happened during the last part of his shift before he could go home to her.

He'd been on for forty-eight hours as five o'clock came around, and he would now be able to go home to his wife at a normal time. But was it normal when you hadn't slept longer than an hour or so in two days?

Jim winced again as he pulled his shirt back over his head and then bent down to re-tie his sneakers. Grabbing his jacket from his locker, he closed it and patted his buddy Tim on the back. "See ya later, Flaherty." He muttered as he saw his friend on his way out.

He sincerely hoped the alarm didn't go off again tonight for the sake of the guys on duty for the overnight, but also himself because he had plans and there was no way things would work out properly if the alarm went off ten minutes before he was meant to go home.

Which it usually did, but not tonight he prayed as he made his way down the stairs and into the kitchen. Please not tonight.

"Clancy, you're almost done with your forty-eight, right?" Sulley asked as he came through the doorway.

"Yeah, just about to head out." He said, walking past the older man and around the kitchen island.

"Ah, congrats." Sulley clapped the man's shoulder, seeing him wince. "Sorry, I forgot about your shoulder Clancy."

"It's okay. Don't worry about me," he sighed and shook it off, rolling his arm back and forth to loosen to joint. "It'll be fine by the next time I work."

"Yeah, I bet. Just have that new wife of yours fix you right up," Sulley winked, smiling at him. "Us humans are always feeling better with a more hands-on approach to sore muscles."

"I'll let you know how that goes," he laughed, starting his walk out of the building

"I want to hear all about it, but not until Tuesday," Sulley said, walking over to steal a bite of whatever Kasey was making. "That's a whole two days."

"Hey, Sul, keep your hands off the food or you can make your own," Kasey said smacking his hand away. "Don't make me call your wife."

"Yes ma'am," Sulley cleared his throat and stepped away. "I am always happy to wait."

"Yeah, right," everyone replied and Jim couldn't help but chuckle.

They had a point. Sulley was known to linger in the kitchen if there was any type of food that was being made.

He glanced across the square, seeing that his wife's car wasn't in front of the store made him happy. She had promised him a home-cooked meal tonight. What she didn't know was that he was excited for something else just a little bit more.

Her.

He opened the door and smiled when he saw his wife cuddled up on the couch. Jim shrugged his coat off and hung it up, placing his EMT bag onto the floor before he stepped into the living room and leaned down over the back of the couch.

His lips touched her neck first, feeling her lean into him only made him want her more. "Hey," he muttered softly, moving around the couch now. "You awake?"

"Of course. You're home way earlier than usual," she smiled at him as he sat beside her, turning the tv off. "How was your shift? I missed you. Do you want to eat now?"

"I know it may seem crazy, but I'm home on time. No need to rush dinner for me," he chuckled and dipped his head down so their lips could meet in another slow, sweet kiss. "I missed you too," he told her in a murmur against her lips. "Work was okay. There were a lot of different calls as usual."

He quickly assessed the situation around him. He knew where she wanted to take this, right now, and he knew that was where they would be headed soon anyway.

He slowly, carefully, lowered her back to the couch and pressed his body to hers. His fingers ran gently over her, only occasionally slipping under the hem of her shirt or ghost the button of her jeans. Melinda, however, was not willing for this to be super slow and drawn out.

She wanted him now, and she would have him if that's what she wanted.

"Jim?" She pulled back, looking at him. "I love you. I do. But please, babe, just take my clothes off already."

He nodded shortly and lifted himself to his knees, his fingers grasping the bottom of her sweater. She lifted herself slightly so that he was able to pull it over her head. He let her lay back down, however, until he removed her bra as well. It still surprised him, sometimes, that looking at her body never got old.

They'd been together for years and still, every time they were together like this she took his breath away. "You're so beautiful," he whispered reverently before leaning down to press his lips against her collarbone.

"Not so fast," she giggled. "Off with your shirt... I want to feel your skin against me," she told him before quickly tugging his t-shirt over his head. Unfortunately, he was unable to stop himself from crying out as the pain shot through his right shoulder. "Jim? What is it?"

"Nothing, Mel," he tried to reassure her. "I was a human battering ram at work last night. Just a few bruises. I'll heal with some rest and Advil."

"I suppose that means you won't be able to hold yourself above me for any length of time," she said seriously, and just as he was about to protest she smirked. "Looks like I get to do that tonight."

She wrapped her legs around his waist and, using the element of surprise, flipped their positions so she was straddling him on the couch. He had no problem with his wife's line of thinking. He skimmed his hands slowly up and down her bare sides, once in a while bringing them over to cup her breasts as she slowly rubbed herself against him.

"What do you say we get rid of these jeans?" She asked him before unfastening the button and sliding down the zipper. "Lift," she whispered as she leaned down to press an open-mouthed kiss to the skin just below his jaw. He did as he was told and she had to restrain herself from praising him for it.

"Yours now," he gasped out as he felt the chilled air of the house hit his shins after he kicked off his jeans.

She smiled and sat up, slowly unbuttoning her jeans and sliding the zipper down. She stood to pull them off, leaving her underpants in place, and then toed off her socks. With a grin, she moved down to his feet and slowly pulled his socks off. His eyes shut and his head rolled back when he felt the first press of her lips against one of his kneecaps.

He forced himself to only groan slightly when she repeated the action with the other. She slowly made her way up to his torso, her lips and tongue peppering tiny, barely-there kisses up his thighs then to his hips, and up to his abdomen to his chest. He opened his eyes when he didn't feel the next anticipated kiss.

As soon as his gaze met hers, she lowered her lips again and took one nipple into her mouth. "God, Mel." He groaned. "Please."

He had no idea what he was begging for, but he knew he needed it now. He needed more. More of her lips, more of her skin. Just more of her. She pressed a kiss to the area just below his belly button next, slowly skimming her hands down his sides and curling her fingers around the elastic of his boxer shorts. She looked up to meet his eyes with a smile before slowly sliding them legs and off. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and met his gaze and then took him into her hand.

She slowly slid her hand up and down his erection before pressing a kiss to the tip. She slowly pulled off, her tongue teasing him for a brief second, before sliding back up his body and pressing a hot kiss to his lips.

"I love that you still can't control yourself around me," she moaned as she ground her hips into his pelvis.

He nodded in agreement before smoothing his hands down her sides and running them slowly under her panties, pulling them down and over her rear. She reached between them and gently grasped him, positioning herself directly above him.

She slowly lowered herself onto him and he let out a loud groan that mixed with hers as she bottomed out. Agonizingly slow, she lifted and lowered herself, his hands gripping her hips like a lifeline. She repeated the action once, twice, three times before he decided he could deal with the shoulder pain if they could only pick up the pace. Without any warning, he swiftly rolled them over, his forearms supporting his weight on top.

With a wicked grin, he shifted his weight and slid his fingertips down her right leg. He grasped the skin of her thigh firmly and tugged her leg up, changing the angle. The cry she let out only made him grin harder.

"Keep that there," he told her before sliding his hands up her sides and down her arms to bring them around his neck.

She moaned again before digging her fingers into the back of his hair, grasping it in her hands. He tried to torture her a bit now, slowly pushing in and pulling out, but his need quickly overtook his desire and his hips began to thrust in earnest.

He took in the sight of her closed eyes and parted lips as she gasped in pleasure, her head rolling back and extending her bare neck to him. He nipped at the skin there, marking her before he leaned down to pull a stiff nipple into his mouth.

It was difficult, to be sure, to do this without messing up his thrusts, but he knew how much she loved it.

"Jim! Oh, fuck," she cried out, her hands moving to his back, pulling him tighter against her.

He slowly pulled away from her, taking a moment to lavish the same attention on her other one, before dragging his bottom lip over her heated skin, his eyes focused on her face. He kissed her then with as much passion as he had the energy for. His thrusts were becoming erratic and he was sure he had only minutes, if that long, left before he couldn't stop himself.

"I love you," he groaned out as his lips attached to a sensitive spot below her jaw and he felt her body shutter almost violently, his name shouted breathlessly as if it was being pulled from her throat. He shouted his release into her neck as he thrust into her a few more times, his rhythm slowing until his hips eventually came to a stop.

He slid down slightly and rested his sweaty head against her equally as sweaty breasts, both of them breathing hard. His eyes shut as his fingers skimmed slowly, gently, over her sides. Melinda brought her hands up and gently carded her fingers through his hair. A smile crossed her lips as she laid there.

"I love you too," she whispered to him as her fingers gently ran over the bruise on his shoulder.

His only response was a loud snore.