Ages -

Melinda - 41
Jim - 45
Katie - 16
Aaron - 12
Mackenzie - 6

The cold spray of the water wasn't enough to wake Jim up as he sighed, leaning an arm against the tiled wall. It was Monday morning and he wasn't quite looking forward to the long shift he had at the hospital today and kind of wished he could rewind time back to the weekend.

Back to where he helped his two younger children, Aaron and Mackenzie, go shopping for Halloween costumes on Friday afternoon while Melinda took Katie to find hers, or Saturday morning where he made his special chocolate chip pancakes for his family.

Or maybe go back to Sunday afternoon where he found Melinda sitting on one of the bar stools in the kitchen when he came in with groceries. Papers and books were scrawled all over the counter while she scribbled furiously away at her theory that would help her cross her latest ghost over.

It made him smile as he placed the grocery bags down and walked over to her, one arm sliding around her waist as he pressed himself gently against her back. The sudden movement behind her made her still for a moment before leaning back and then ultimately, melting against him when he gently pushed her brown hair aside and pressed kisses against the spot where her shoulder meets her neck.

"Take a break," he had whispered to her because he knew she'd been at it all day, and at first she resisted but then he gently pulled at her earlobe with his teeth, knowing how much she liked it, bringing a breathy moan out of her, sounding beautiful to his ears.

"Fine," she had replied to him. "But the kids are gonna be back from the movies in less than thirty minutes, you know."

He wanted to go back to that moment, where his fingers softly caressed Melinda's cheek before tilting her chin up so that his lips met hers in what was first a slow, sweet kiss until she deepened it, forgetting about what she was doing and turning fully towards him, pulling him closer while her fingers tangled into his hair—and they probably would have gone at it right there against the kitchen counter or floor, mostly because it wouldn't have been the first time they'd done that.

That was until Mackenzie and Aaron came barrelling through the front door on a sugar high with Katie chasing after them, which made them pull away from each other, panting while all hot and bothered. And as much as Jim loved spending time with Melinda and the kids, sometimes he wished he could have some alone time with the love of his life.

But both of them have been so busy the past month and a half, with school starting up again and after school activities, along with Jim being piled with work at the hospital since he was named Chief and Melinda's newly expanded store was picking up a lot of attention around town. Apart from some quick makeout sessions and spooning or cuddling in bed, they haven't been intimate for a while.

Not that he's complaining, because he understood the difficulty of their situations and that it's hard to even squeeze in a few minutes where he can just hold her in his arms in peaceful silence or maybe just kiss her for a while. He missed her. He missed having time alone with his wife.

Jim let out another sigh as he reached for the body wash, too lost in his thoughts to even notice when Melinda stepped into the shower with him, stepping under the spray behind him as she pressed her naked body against his back, arms snaking around his torso. It made him jump at first and knock the body wash bottle off the shelf, because he's so used to being alert even if he was half-awake, and it made her giggle.

"What? Expecting someone else?" She teased, and he could feel her breasts press up against his back, her long hair spilling down her front and tickling his sides. "You have a little chickie on the side I should know about?"

He shook his head, smiling. "Just caught me off guard a little," he said.

He doesn't have to look at her to know she's probably arching a brow, a habit she picked up from him over all the years they've been together, just like how he picked up on rolling his eyes far too often because of her. "Oh, did I? Because I love catching you off guard, Chief." Her breath was warm against his skin and it made him shiver even with the hot water spilling down from the showerhead. She leaned in closer then until that same warm breath was hitting his ear, making him shudder once more as she mouthed, "but I love making you lose control even more."

Before he could even reply, her hands snuck down his stomach to the sparse trail of dark hair to touch him, slowly responding to her every touch. And when her small fingers wrapped around his now hard cock, it ripped a hitched groan out of him as she started pumping him in her hand, knowing exactly how fast to go and when to tease him with slow strokes until he's wrapped around her little finger, nearly begging for more, begging for release.

"What's that? I didn't quite hear you..." Her hand released him then, thumb gently brushing over the tip before she went lower and made him curse under his breath as he slammed a hand against the shower wall, trying to keep his balance as his head started to fog up.

"Jesus, Mel," he said, his voice coming out rougher than he expected it too. And then in a lower voice, but still audible enough for her to hear, "God, I want you so bad."

He felt her smile against his shoulder before pressing a gentle kiss and then whispering, "turn around."

He moved immediately, turning to face her and he caught a glimpse of the smirk on her face before watching her sink to her knees in front of him. Her skin glistened with the water droplets from the shower, her hair sticking to the sides of her face and god, she looked so beautiful like that. She leaned in and pressed a soft kiss against him that nearly made him thrust his hips forward but he controlled himself as she looked up at him, devious eyes locking with his gaze and fuck, he was losing his grip on control more and more.

"Melinda, what about the kids?" He spurted out, not knowing exactly what time it was but knowing that all three might be waking up to get ready for school and had a tendency to not knock before entering.

"There's still twenty more minutes before they get up," she told him easily. "And besides, we were interrupted yesterday, and I don't plan on being interrupted again."

And whatever his wife said, she always followed through on. So he did not bother protesting. Not that he really wanted to, anyways.

Her lips wrapped around his shaft then, guiding him into her hot warm mouth, bobbing her head as she took him as far as she could before sucking hard and then sliding up, repeating the motion over and over again until his knees started to feel weak. His head fell back against the wall as his body started to feel on fire, making a low groan escape his lips.

"Fuck, Mel," he said hoarsely, which only made her moan loudly around him, her lips dark and wet with saliva.

"Are you gonna come for me, baby?" She said, her voice a drawl as she looked up at him from under her hooded gaze after having pulled back.

He could barely form words on his tongue, and when she looked at him like that, spoke to him like that, his mind turned into mush. All he could do was nod, watching her smile deviously as she took him back into her mouth, her fingers digging into the side of his thighs and it's enough to make him jolt as his body burned up all over again, a soft warning barely leaving his lips before he spilled in her mouth with a rough groan and her name leaving his lips like a blessing.

It took him a moment to come down from his bliss and when he did, he glanced down at her, seeing her licking her lips satisfyingly. And it's enough to turn him on all over again so that he's pulling her back up on to her feet and close to him again before pressing his mouth against hers messily and hungrily, making him moan as he tasted himself on her tongue.

He urged her backward until her back was up against the shower wall, pinning her underneath him and making her gasp but at the same time kiss him even harder while he sucked on her tongue. When she pulled away, breathless, she looked into his eyes and her once devious smirk softened as she gently leaned her forehead against his.

"God, you're so beautiful," he breathed, and it only made her kiss him again, but this time softer and slower like all the times they've made love to each other before. And the way he accepted her, every part of her, only made them love each other even more.

"Not as gorgeous as you," she whispered against his lips.

He could feel her body aching for him as his lips moved down to kiss her neck and then her shoulder, making her body arch into him as she moaned for more. And he gave her just that, his hand sliding down her body and then finally parting her legs as his fingers slipped inside her. He wasted no time in trying to tease her because not only do they not have time for it, but he wanted to give her exactly what she gave him

"Oh god, yes," she moaned, hands wrapping around his neck as she gripped him tightly, spreading her legs further while he made quick work of bringing her to a climax.

After all these years of being together, being married for twenty years, he'd learned the map of her body, knowing it too well now as if it's the back of his hand. And just like she knew where his weak points were, he leaned down and captured one of her nipples with his mouth, suckling and biting gently between his teeth until it left her gasping.

Jim doesn't stop when she came that time though, or even when she came down from her high, fingers still gently moving inside her while his mouth switched between each breast until she's writhed beautifully underneath his hold.

"Please," she finally whimpered, soft and needy, trying to hook a leg around his waist so that she could roll her hips against his cock, which was hardening again once more, but her leg only kept slipping due to the wetness of their bodies.

He doesn't give her a chance to have to ask again because he's already gripping her by her bottom, lifting her up in his arms and locking her legs around his waist so she doesn't slip this time. He stepped out from underneath the spray of the water then, leaving the tub and as soon as he did, he placed her on the mat. Melinda shivered again from the exhaust fan hitting her wet skin.

It made him pull her closer to him, the heat in him warming up his body for her as he nuzzled her neck and leaned her up against the sink, his erection teasing her as it bumped up against her, sliding against her and making her moan lowly.

"God, give it to me," she murmured against his ear, rolling her ass against his before she turned around and sat on the counter of the sink, opening her legs to him seductively.

"Right here?" He asked, breathing hoarsely as he caught sight of his hair sticking up in the mirror from her running her hands through it so many times.

"Yes, right here…" She whispered invitingly.

He doesn't have to be told twice as he cupped her ass and moved against her so that he could line himself up against her aching core before thrusting inside her fully in a single stroke, ripping a moan out from both of them.

Jim stilled, reveling in the way her heat and tightness enveloped him, and let her adjust because it's been a while for the both of them. Melinda breathed heavily and he rubbed his hands up and down her side soothingly.

He saw how her pupils were blown with desire before she pulled him in for another searing kiss, and it's all the response he needed before he started thrusting with shallow but deep strokes. The sound of skin slapping against skin was loud and almost obscene as it echoed through the bathroom. His thrusts quickened inside her, almost becoming sporadic as he gripped her hips and she scratched down his back, moaning and whimpering while gripping his shoulders.

"Look how beautiful you look," he whispered against her skin, shifting her slightly so that she can turn and glance over her shoulder and look into the mirror to see the way her skin was flushed red completely and the exact place where he was disappearing inside her.

It made her bit her lower lip as she suppressing a moan and when she looked at him again. "I love you," she whispered.

He felt her start to tighten around him which made him start to slow his thrusts, wanting to drag out the feeling for her, to make the pleasure last as long as he can make it. He knew she was close when she started cursing, whispering dirty things into his ear until she told him something directly, "bend me over the sink. I want to watch you fuck me."

And like he said, Melinda got what Melinda wanted. And who he was to deny her?

He pulled out and smoothly helped her move to bend her over on the bathroom counter, where she arched her back and pressed her ass against him. She met his gaze through the mirror and he could see how wrecked she looked, face flushed red, lips were swollen and wet hair sticking all over her face, and yet she still looked absolutely beautiful to him.

He sunk into her once more then, filling her up even deeper at this new angle as he started pounding into her again, making her even more vocal than before. "Oh my god, yes, that feels so good," she moaned, and Jim could see in the mirror how her eyes rolled back while he moved into her over and over again.

Soon, the pleasure overwhelming her body became unbearable for both of them as she finally came undone underneath him, and even though he'd seen her go undone so many times, that didn't make it any less beautiful.

Melinda made a soft noise like she always did, mouth dropping open while her eyes closed in pure bliss, her body trembling, and Jim couldn't resist but lean down, pressing kisses down her back and licking at the knobs of her spine as she whimpered from her pleasure.

"Jim," she whimpered, hands reaching to touch him, to have him close to her while she still can in this short amount of time they have, closer than she already had him.

He pulled out of her slowly and then helped her move so that she was sitting on the bathroom sink again and he'd wrapped his arms around her, holding her close to him. "I'm here," he murmured, thumb gently smoothing over her cheek as he kissed her forehead.

"God, I love you so much," she said, voice breathy as she pulled him into another kiss and he kissed her back, never wanting to stop kissing her.

"I love you too," he whispered back against her lips, cupping her face. "So much."

He held her like that, the warmth of his body pressing against her shivering one, letting silence fall between them. No words were needed because they'd been together for so long that the silence between them was comforting and beautiful that nothing needed to be said to fill the void, because there was no void, to begin with.

But their twenty minutes of bliss was over almost as soon as it seemed to have started because they're interrupted by a loud pounding against the bathroom door.

"Mom! Dad! Aaron's being mean to me again!"

The pounding on the door and the shrieking came from their daughter, Mackenzie, and he gently let go of her, giving her a sheepish smile.

"Time to be parents again," he joked softly and she merely just rolled her eyes before sliding off the bathroom sink counter and grabbing their robes, chucking his at him.

Melinda opened the door once they're clothed again and a tiny blonde came rushing in, a sobbing mess as she hugged her mother's legs. "What happened, babe?" Melinda asked, scooping her up in her arms as she gently wiped her tear-stained cheeks. "Why is my baby crying?"

The six-year-old was only half-dressed, wearing just a shirt and no pants as she exclaimed, "Aaron stole my skirt from me! He said it looks ugly on me!"

His wife rubbed Mackenzie's back soothingly, balancing her on her hip, "Don't say that, baby. Your brother is just being mean and your father is going to have a word with him, okay? You'll get your skirt back, sweetheart." She glanced over her shoulder at him.

He nodded and then smiled. She leaned up on her tiptoes and placed a kiss on his lips, not at all like any of their heated kisses just minutes before, but it's still enough to have him kissing her back and reveling in the taste of her lips. And apparently, it's also enough for Mackenzie who screeched in disgust, "Ew! Ew! You guys don't have to do that with me here..."

Their daughter's words mad Melinda laughed as she pulled away from him and then started peppering their daughter with kisses while tickling her playfully, making her laugh and squirm in her arms as Jim watched on with a smile, changing his mind from before. He wouldn't rewind time from this moment for anything else in this world, because of this, this was definitely morning bliss.