A/N: Sorry for the wait on these guys! I planned on having this up by last night, but there was a bomb threat at my school and my laptop was locked inside overnight, so sorry haha. But this is a prompt from Meowser Hotchner :) Enjoy! See you all next time xx Mariah

Ages:

Jim - 26
Melinda - 22

On a usual Sunday morning, she woke up in bed with her husband and there was a great amount of rolling around in bed when she woke up, but today was not a usual Sunday. Jim was stuck on an early shift instead of having hot morning sex with her.

And as much as she wanted to be positive and excite herself for when he got home, she was so annoyed. She just wanted her husband right now. In bed. With his clothes off.

"I really should get out of bed," she whispered softly to herself and then closed her eyes. She thought if she said it out loud then she would magically do it, but instead, she borrowed further into the blankets.

She didn't have to get up. It was still early. She needed to do some laundry and cut the grass, but that was about it around here. She did have some stuff she could do from home for the store, but she'd probably just go into the store to do any of the paperwork properly.

"Is this what you do in your spare time?" A ghost laughed, appearing on the window seat as she opened her eyes again. "Talking to yourself will not solve your problems, Melinda."

"Did I ask for your opinion? You are dead... a ghost." She sat up in bed, fitfully, her hair a little frizzy and out of control as she stretched. "Now who has the problem here?"

"Well someone is not a very cheerful person in the morning..." The young woman on the seat laughed, shaking her head. "What's got you so grumpy?"

"No. I am not the most cheerful person when my husband isn't home with me on our usual day off together." She explained, sighing. "Plus I have a dead person talking to me when I could be contemplating what I am going to do until my very exhausted husband comes home and sleeps for the rest of the day."

"Okay. I'll come back another time." The ghost muttered, disappearing.

"Thank you," she said and then plopped back down on the bed.

Why couldn't Jim just be home? Why did Bobby have to talk him into taking that damn shift?

A sudden succession of shrill rang out, her phone. It cut through her peaceful silence. She jumped in bed, her heart skipping a beat.

Just a phone. God, she saw ghosts and a phone spooked her.

"Hello?" She answered, smiling because she'd seen that it was Jim when she grabbed it. She wondered what he was doing. Was he on his way home? "Jim?"

"Hey, babe. I know you're probably mad that I took this damn shift but I'll be home soon." He said, a loud noise ringing in the bathroom. "Maybe an hour or two because there's a fire. I will be home in bed with you soon."

"Jim Clancy," she giggled, moving out of bed. "I am trying to get ready." She pressed the phone to her ear with her shoulder as she wiggled out of her shorts. "I need to shower. I do not need you talking sex to me."

"Oh yeah? You don't want to hear about me slipping into bed and kissing your neck… I could be doing so many things to you." He said softly, his voice lower, rolling off his tongue. She could hear him getting ready, somehow still on the phone with her because he was a superman.

"Jim!" She squealed, interrupting him. "You are so disgusting..."

"You know you love me, Mrs. Clancy." He chuckled, grunting. "I better get going. Gott save lives, the usual."

"Yes, my hero. I do love you very much," she blushed, discarding the rest of her clothes as she entered the bathroom in just her bra and underwear. "I'm gonna do some housework and then take a bath. See you later."

She walked straight to the tub and pulled the curtain out, making the tub was clean enough. Which it was was. She'd just cleaned it on Monday. She walked back over to the sink, opening the cupboard and grabbing a body scrub and new shampoo. She thought Jim would like the strawberry smell surprise.

Plus it would ease the nerve she'll pinch when she cuts the grass before he gets home. Because she knew he'd want to do it before he came inside and would definitely fall asleep on her then.

She put the bottles on the counter before going back to her closet. She found a pair of athletic shorts and a tank top, pulling them on. She went back into the bathroom and brushed her hair, pulling it up into a pony.

"Mowing the lawn has never looked so sexy," she encouraged herself while looking in the mirror. She went back into the room, grabbing her phone and plugging her headphones in and then into her ears, music ringing into her ears. "I got this."

"What are you doing?"

Melinda was just fixing the new sheets on the bed, her robe tightly wrapped around her after getting out of the bath. She'd even used a face mask, she hadn't yet washed it off. Jim was standing in the doorway, looking sexy as he started to unbutton his blue shirt. His white undershirt clung to his chest as he took the uniform off and came toward her.

"Nice face," he hugged her. "You smell so good. Did you mow the lawn? You know that's my job babe."

"Well you worked and I had the time." She smiled, kissing her cheek as she pulled back to look at him, her hands rubbing his chest. "Are you seriously mad about this?"

"Mel, I don't do much around here. I just keep things going and fix stuff, cook sometimes, and take care of the yard." He explained, shrugging. "And you mowed the lawn. It looks great, but still."

"You work a lot. I don't mind doing these things. Maybe we could tackle the yard together? I'd love to put a garden in the front." She said, smiling at him. "I'm almost done making the bed. Why don't you go in the shower and I'll wash this stuff off my face. I have a surprise for you." He laughed, kissing her neck then, and started to pull her with him to the shower.

She must've done something right. He wasn't too mad.

"Jim," she gasped, trying to pull out of his grasp. "You need to shower. Leave me be."

"But I don't want to," he huffed, his hands trying to pull open her robe then, his teeth nipping at her jaw. The marriage had been doing them well. The past few months had been great. They juggled their struggles, but they always came out on top usually. "I want you naked with me, Melinda."

"And that's what I wanted this morning, but I didn't get it." She whispered, pulling his hands off her as she pushed him toward the bathroom. "Go shower. Waiting will be worth it."

She needed separation from him before he got the robe off. She sat on the bed, breathing in and containing herself. He'd nearly done her in. If he had gotten her robe off she would've been done for. That was for sure.