A/N: Some sexy Jim and Mel that I wanted to write in time for your birthday, but ah life happens. Love you and happy 22nd birthday, Therese. Lots of love going your way as always :) xx Mariah

Ages because duh and I'm not sure if all the characters will make an appearance but will most likely be referenced lol:

Jim - 62
Melinda - 58
Katie - 34
Aaron - 30
Mackenzie - 24
Lana - 16
Emma - 14

Jim walked through the door with mud on his boots, rain in his hair, and flowers in one of his hands. The other had his briefcase which he left by the stairs before pulling off his jacket. Purple and yellow tulips, which meant he went to the effort of flower shop instead of just stopping for roses at the kiosk across the street from the hospital.

Melinda glanced at her phone again, refreshing the tracker app she had open on her children's phones. Well almost all of them. She drained the last of her wine and set the glass down next to her empty plate, untucked her foot from under her knee, and stood to greet him.

"Hey, those for me?" She asked, smiling as she kissed him first and then held her hand out for the flowers.

He laughed, nodding as he pulled her back in for another kiss. Both of his arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her toward him, their lips flush against each other.

If she could have had one wish at that moment, it would have been to stay locked to him like this forever. But in the next instant, she felt his tongue trace the outline of her lips, before gently parting them to dive between, and she knew she wanted more. She wanted all of him and she would take it.

When he finally broke their kiss, it was purely for lack of oxygen. Her breathing heavy and in unison with his, their faces only inches apart.

"So what was the text you sent me about earlier?" His finger traced down her cheek. "Lana and Ems aren't home yet?" He asked, glancing around the empty kitchen. "I thought they were grounded."

"Yeah, well. That didn't stop them from sneaking out, unlike Katie. We lucked out with her," she said, rolling her eyes as she turned away to walk back to the kitchen island with her flowers. She laid them down before pouring herself another glass of wine. "At least I have a tracker app on their phones. I know where they are, but they aren't answering my calls or texts."

"You do?" He asked, following and standing behind her. He looked down at her phone and saw the different dots pinpointing where each phone was at. "Do you have one on my phone too?"

"Yeah. I have one in Mackenzie's too since she still on our bill," she said and their eyes met as she glanced over her shoulder. She saw the hunger in his that told her they were past the point of no return in any case. "Does that bother you?"

But he was Jim, her sweet, honorable, selfless Jim, so it didn't surprise her when he smiled at her and said, "Not at all, sweetheart." He leaned in to kiss the top of her head. "It's probably for the best."

"Yeah, you're always losing track of where you left the damn thing." She took a long drink and finished her glass before she turned around to face him. "However, there are two things that I've never had to keep track of…"

Her finger touched his lips before she leaned up to kiss him again, a longer one, tender and lingering. He smiled against her and their kissing grew more passionate. It took on an urgent, desperate quality, like they can't get enough, fast enough, but not before he pulled back just enough.

"Lana and Emma snuck out and you want to fool around?" He asked, eyebrows raised in suspicion.

"Mmm yes, the house is empty. We have to take things as they come nowadays," she said, licking her lips slowly as she ran her eyes up the expanse of his chest before meeting his gaze again. "Do you want to stop?"

"Not at all," he said and slid one arm around her back and the other underneath her knees, lifting her up bridal-style into his arms and carrying her to their bedroom.

Once inside, he placed her on her feet and their lips met again. She sighed into his mouth at the feel of his muscular arms around her as he pulled her flush against him. They shed each other's clothes quickly, a repeated dance that was like muscle memory after nearly thirty years together before they fell onto their bed together.

Then his mouth was on her again, and it pushed every other thought out of her mind. Lower and lower he moved, until finally, oh, she could feel him there, kissing her there. At the first touch of his lips against her tender flesh between her legs, her back arched off the bed, her body moving of its own accord. Her knees were bent now, her things clamping around his shoulders.

"Oh, Jim…" She whimpered and grasped his hair while her thighs cradled his head.

Soon, too soon, she could feel a familiar pulsing sensation throughout her body, heralding the impending peaking of her pleasure. But she was not ready, not yet, not like this. Before the feeling could overwhelm her completely she clasped his arm, pulling him up towards her.

"Jim." It was a whine, a desperate, begging whine her voice had taken on for him. But it did not matter. She needed more. She needed all of him, feel all of him.

When he slid his body up hers, his hands never leaving her skin, she could feel the evidence of his own desire brushing against her thigh. "What do you need, Mel?"

It was not a tease. Despite the blatant desire that strained his voice, his eyes were full of love and care. 'Whatever it is, I will give it to you' they seemed to say.

"You," she whispered and moved her hands to his chest, desperate to touch him. "I need you."

"That's an easy task," he said, smirking only momentarily before they shared another kiss.

Her hands fanned out over his chest, fingers running across his muscles, nails scraping lightly over his skin as they moved down to his stomach. When she slipped a hand between their bodies and her fingers found him, Jim gasped and broke their kiss, lifting his hips a few inches.

"Melinda…" He breathed out, smiling at her.

She nodded at him reassuringly and began to stroke him, tantalizingly slow at first, relishing the feel of him in her hand. A deep growl came from deep within his chest, his eyes screwed shut and his arms shaking with the effort of holding himself above her. Melinda brought her other hand up to touch his cheek, caressing it gently with her fingertips.

She reached around his neck with both arms, bringing his body flush against hers and taking his lips with a fervent kiss. "I love you, Mel. So much." His words were a mumble against her skin, but clear enough to her ears.

Suddenly, as if waking up from a trance, she was reminded of the throbbing need between her thighs and his rigid length nestled against her. She began to move under him, desperate for some friction now, sparking the heat. Their kisses grew more feverish, more frenzied, and she hooked a leg around his waist, sighing into his mouth when she felt his hand on her behind, pressing her against him.

Jim gave a muffled curse when his tip came in contact with her, so ready for him. She was writhing beneath him now, clawing at his back like a starving animal.

"There you are…" She said, gasping and smiling. "I need you—" She managed to choke out the words but had forgotten the rest of her sentence before he cut in.

"I know," he whispered. "I'm right here."

It was a promise the held meaning beyond the present moment, but she did not have time to dwell on it then. When he filled her, everything went blank. For a second? A minute? An hour? She did not know. And then there was only him, inside her, around her, everywhere.

Faintly, she could hear her own moans along with his grunts, their noises slightly growing louder as his movements picked up the pace. Letting go of that last thread of her control, her entire body stiffened before a fog of delirious pleasure engulfed her, rendering her utterly unable to process even the smallest of thoughts.

She was a warbled mess of strangled cries, his name fell from her lips again and again and again when he thumbed the slick and swollen bundle of nerves at the apex of her, her body stilling completely as she surrendered herself to pleasure. He kissed her again, greedily swallowing her cries, his hips continuously bucking against her.

Barely had she recovered before she felt his muscles tense, his mouth leaving hers and he burrowed his head into her neck. His groans almost sounded pained and she brought her hands to the back of his head, gently stroking through his hair. Her name was groaned into the space between her neck and shoulder met as his hips snapped back into the cradle of hers one last time as he joined her.

She felt a sting in her heart when he - all too carefully - eased his body from her embrace. But then he was reaching for her, drawing her against his chest and she let him, too satisfied and tired to consider anything but falling asleep right there, enveloped in his warmth, safe in his arms.

"You," she purred, sliding a hand up to his chest, "Are a proper lover. Always have been."

Jim took her hand off his chest and kissed the palm. He straightened up with a grin, and Melinda smiled indulgently, shifting so that she was lying partially on top of him before planting their lips together again.