A/N: Melinda and Jim are invited to a dinner with Delia and Time that they don't really want to attend haha. I don't know where this came from honestly, but I was watching Dexter and there was a dinner party that one couple didn't want to be at. Plus I mentioned dinners with Delia in the latest Melinda and Jim: The Missing Scenes chapter. Enjoy xx Mariah

Ages:

Tim - 30
Delia - 27
Jim - 27
Melinda - 23

Melinda glanced up to find a glass of champagne being thrust in her face and Jim's piercing blue eyes twinkling at her mischievously. She stared dubiously at the glass in his hands. She'd already had three glasses of wine when Tim opened the bottle of champagne. Was he trying to get them drunk?

"Having any fun yet?" Jim asked.

"Somewhat," Melinda sighed, smiling at him, but he knew better than to believe the words that came out of her mouth when her eyes didn't match what she was saying. He only had to shake his head once before she sighed and spilled it. "I have too much on my mind to have fun right now. You know it too Jim."

He knew how stressed she was with trying to figure out her father's lies. He hated seeing her like this, so down and hurt by someone. Only this time, it wasn't a ghost. It was her father and Tom was someone he could deal with, talk to. And that was exactly what he'd do tomorrow.

"I know," he nodded, pressing a kiss to her cheek as he sat on the couch beside her. "Just try to look like you want to be here? Delia only planned this so there would be a shred of normalcy for you."

"Normal? Me?" She looked at him and chuckled, taking a sip of the champagne. "That's a good one, Jim." She squeezed his knee and leaned into his lips, angling her head sideways to give him better access. Her eyes instinctively closed as Jim began to kiss a path towards her collarbone. Even after three years of marriage, her husband's touch never ceased to ignite that spark in her belly. "Jim..." She gasped and opened her eyes enough to see Delia coming this way. "Delia's coming."

"Get a fucking room, you two." Tim declared as he plopped down on the other side of Jim, tilting his nearly empty glass of whiskey in Jim's direction. "I hardly believed the guys when he said Jim was a real handsy... mostly because I'd never seen it first hand but wow."

"It's the alcohol," she laughed. "He is always a step closer with his hands when he's had a little to drink."

"I can be like that too," Tim teased, peeking over at Delia as she put last-minute touches on dinner.

Melinda rolled her eyes, Jim was always like this if she was being honest, but usually, it only occurred when they were at home, alone. She was happy that Delia felt the need to have them over for dinner to make her feel normal, but she much preferred a quiet evening at home with her husband with something mindless on the television that ended with them naked in their bed…or on the couch…or in the bathtub…as long as they were naked, she didn't really care where they were, actually.

Jim wound an arm around her and nipped at her ear. "I have a drinking game in mind."

"Oh? You really think that's a good idea?" She whispered back to him as Delia brought out an appetizer.

One hand caressed her hip and the other brushed her loose waves back from her face. "Okay, maybe it's just a game, no drinking involved really, but let's just say it's a good thing you're wearing that little dress. Easy access."

"I'm listening, Mr. Clancy." She whispered and took a bite into the cheesy bread, dripping some, but her hand caught it under her mouth.

He shook his head. "Oh, you're just going to have to wait until we sneak out of here." His blue eyes sparkled in the rays of light. "What's the fun in telling you everything?"

"Cause maybe I won't play." She gave him a petulant look and was annoyed when it only seemed to egg him on. He squeezed her hip and then let his hand wander to cup her thigh, giving it a squeeze as well.

He laughed confidently. "Oh, you'll play. You always do, don't you?"

"Usually," she shrugged.

After dinner, Melinda stayed and socialized with Delia for a little while, cutting her eyes repeatedly towards Jim, who was watching a baseball game on the flat-screen over with Tim. She nodded absently and feigned interest in the vapid stories about her struggles with a showing the other day.

By the second time she realized Delia had filled her wine glass against she realized Jim hadn't gone on his promise of sneaking away. He and Tim had made their way back to the table and Jim kissed her cheek, pulling the small bit of focus on Delia to him. She kissed his lips immediately, her hand reaching out to cup his cheek.

Melinda was such a lightweight, she could already feel a warmth seeping into her as she kissed him. Delia laughed and whispered to Tim as they pulled away from each other. She wanted to go home so badly and he knew that.

"Soon," he whispered.

A little gasp puffed from her lips when she felt his hand climb up her thigh under the table. His fingers slipped past the hem of her dress and tickled the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, eliciting another sharp hiss of air from her. His fingertips danced closer to the edge of her panties.

He leaned into her ear so that no one but her would hear the next part. "You are not going to make a sound. I know how hard that can be for you, but this is stage one of our little game."

"Jim—" Her protest died on her lips when his hand pushed past the band and teasingly traced up and down her folds. She sucked in a breath and fought to keep her eyes open.

"Hmm," he nibbled at her ear, his brows dipping into a concerned bow. "You're usually much wetter than this."

"We usually have a little more foreplay," she retorted softly, almost thinking Delia could've heard her that time, but as he angled her mouth to meet his and gave her a short but sensual kiss, she knew Delia couldn't have possibly heard her.

Jim's tongue darted into her mouth to intertwine with hers briefly, she felt her desire curl through her like rising steam. The damp heat pooled between her legs and he pulled back, his blue eyes alight with self-satisfaction.

"There we go," he murmured. With his free hand, he reached for his beer, and nonchalantly took a long sip as his fingers spread her folds and brushed through her arousal. "Now we're getting somewhere." He hid his triumphant smile behind the beer bottle and drank again.

"So," Delia started. "Are there any plans for children in your near future, you two?"

Melinda shivered, feeling her flesh prickle to life between the heat of his touch and the cool blasts from the air-conditioning vent directly above her head. When Jim's index finger whorled around her throbbing center, she clamped down on her lower lip so hard that she tasted the metallic tang of blood.

"It's always something we like to talk about, right sweetheart?" Jim asked, smiling at her.

"Yeah," she breathed. "We aren't quite there yet, but soon. Very soon hopefully." She lied to Delia. They'd just agreed to start trying earlier that week, but she wanted it to be between her and Jim. Not her, Jim, and the fifteen other people that Delia would tell.

"We're hoping to have a few children in the future," he said, eyeing her. He hadn't expected her to say that her, but he didn't object either. It would be a conversation between them.

She nodded mutely, acutely aware of the flush of her cheeks and her labored breathing. She had to pray that the darkened corner where they sat was to disguise her fevered reactions to her husband's ministrations, but when Jim thrust two fingers inside her, continuing to attack her center as he began pumping them in and out of her. A strangled cry was caught in her throat and she cleared it, taking finishing her fifth glass of wine.

"You okay, Mel?" Tim teased.

She managed to nod again as her eyelids began to slip closed, the coil in her stomach twisting and glanced over at Jim and he filled her glass again. He knew how close she was, and smirked.

"Don't," he whispered in her ear. "Don't fight it. Come for me." She was about to argue that this was Delia's house and her dining room chair and how on earth could she possibly do that, but he smiled. "If you do, I'll get us out of here."

As he plunged his fingers back into her, she shattered with a silent scream, his name slipping off her lips in laughter to disguise it. Jim grinned at her, a predatory glaze to his calm blue eyes, as he kept rubbing her center and her orgasm washed over her.

"Jim what?" Delia laughed.

"Isn't he just... so handsome," she whispered and touched his face, leaning into his shoulder drunkenly.

"Thank Mel. I appreciate the love," he grinned, suckling the soft skin below her ear lobe, finally withdrawing his hand from her panties and bringing it out from under the table. He held his hand up to his mouth and slowly sucked on each of his fingers, shooting another electric current through her veins. Little did they know. "We should be heading out... before we end up finishing this bottle and sleeping in the spare room."

"Alright, that sounds like a good plan to me." Delia smiled and stood up, Tim as well, going to walk them out.

Melinda stood and adjusted her dress, pushing her chair in almost immediately before tucking herself into Jim.

"I'll see you tomorrow? I'll open so that you can sleep the alcohol off," Delia grinned.

"Okay," she nodded, hugging her friend. "Thank you for having us over. It was so much fun. We should do it again soon."

"Definitely," Tim nodded, kissing Delia's cheek. They were such a good couple. "See you, Jim."

"See you bud," Jim smiled and walked out with Melinda's hand in his.

Once the door was shut she slapped his shoulder playfully. "I can't believe you just did that." She shifted her dress, aware of the dampness from her orgasm that had now saturated her panties, and Jim grinned again, pride gleaming in his eyes.

"I'm not sure why you're so surprised." He brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes and tucked it behind her ear. "It's not the first time we've done something like this in public. And it's certainly not going to be the last."

She chewed on her lip, leaning into him, causing him to move off his path and press against the wall. "I love you, you know."

He leaned over and kissed her gently. "I love you too, sweetheart."

She rested her head on his shoulder and slipped her own hand into his as they walked down the hall. "So you said this was a game. Did I win?"

Chuckling softly, he inched closer to her once they were in the elevator. "Did you not just have a mind-blowing orgasm?" She bobbed her head and he laughed deeper. "Then yeah, you won."

She sighed contentedly and let her hand drift towards the crotch of his khakis, palming him. "Don't you want a turn?" She kneaded the bulge several times, feeling him swell even more before he shook his head at her and gently shoved her hand away.

"Not here." He eyed her up and down, grasping her ass. "The night is still young."

"Jim," she pleaded, running her thumb up his forearm. He flinched at the gentle, ticklish touch and met her gaze. "I don't know how long I'm going to last before I start to get tipsier and tipsier as the wine makes it way through my body."

His features softened and she knew immediately that he understood she was not referring to her sexual stamina. "Fair enough." He cradled her jaw in his hands, drawing her close and brushing his lips over hers. "What are you proposing?"

She darted her eyes toward the halt button. "You want me to illegally halt the elevator so we can have sex?"

She nodded and rose from the floor up to his lips to kiss him. "What's the matter, sweetheart? Scared of a little thrill?" She whispered in his ear. "Would it be amazing if we created a little child right here and could know that this thrill was also when we conceived our child?"

He smiled at her, blue eyes sparkling in the subdued lighting of the lounge, and he pulled her into his arms, lavishing her neck with soft kisses. "This dress is so fucking sexy on you," he praised, skimming his hand down her right hip. "I've always loved it."

"Yeah," she replied, lacing her fingers through his, and reaching over to halt the elevator. "It won't be long before someone notices this elevator was halted."

"Then I guess we'll have to be fast." He nipped at her neck again as he pinned her to the wall, clutching her hips and melding their mouths together. She worked on his belt and unzipped his pants hastily, mewling her approval when she was able to free him and coax him to grow harder and harder in her hand again. He groaned softly and bucked into her touch. "Is this okay?" he murmured against her neck as he began caressing her left breast tenderly.

"Mmmhmm," she tilted her head to the side, relishing the feel of his lips mapping every inch of her throat and collarbone. She pumped him in her hand more earnestly, and as he turned his attention to the curve of her breast above the neckline of her dress, an intense jolt of lust rocketed to her core. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before—and she would have liked to think she was an expert on all the different ways she'd hungered for her husband over the years. Her heart raced and her pulse spiked. "Jim, now," she begged. "Just fuck me now. Please."

The raw desperation in her voice was foreign to her ears, but it didn't seem to bother him. He yanked her panties down, shoved them in his pocket, and lifted her up, entering her with a swift thrust that took her breath away. Their muffled moans mingled in the empty elevator, and she let him take control, setting the pace with his deep thrusts and steady rhythm. His mouth slanted over hers and claimed her lips, and soon their tongues were mimicking the movements of their lower bodies.

"Jim!" she cried out. "God…yes…"

He swallowed her wails when he plunged into her even deeper, getting lost in her warmth and crying out into her neck. It was all too much for her and her body splintered and her knees buckled, her climax seizing her violently. She felt herself coaxing him to the edge, and while her bliss ebbed through her, he panted her name and came with a grunt, spilling into her. She slumped against the wall, his strong arms the only thing keeping her from dissolving into a boneless heap on the marbled floor.

"Holy…fucking…hell…" He gasped, his mouth stretching into a wide smile. "You win again, sweetheart. That was…"

"I know," she whispered, pushing the damp waves off his forehead.

"Is that what it's going to be like for the next few months?" he asked, and she smiled wryly at the incredulity and hopefulness in his voice.

"Maybe," she grinned. "Probably not as exciting as this, but yes, lots of sex my love."

"I'm so okay with it just being sex because this being adventurous is a lot of work sometimes," he laughed, kissing her nose as he withdrew from her and moved to resituated his pants, releasing the halt button and feeling the elevator move. "Hey, why didn't you tell Delia we're trying?"

"I just didn't want to yet. I think we should keep it quiet for now," she whispered after he had refastened his pants and belt and she had adjusted her dress. "I want this to be about us because it is. We're going to have a child one day, hopefully soon, and I want that to be between us. And until we're pregnant that's how I want it to stay. Can you do that for me?"

A serene smile tugged his mouth upward and filled his eyes with joy. "Of course I can Melinda. I'll do anything for you," he kissed her as the doors opened and held out his hand. "Now, let's go home."