#johncering

Spencer James "Well then. Didn't know my ass was such a problem."

Johnny William Your ass is only a problem when it's in public.

Spencer James "And... is it?"

Johnny William Not yet but when you threaten it.

Spencer James "John, my ass is yours. Okay? And I'm not showing it to anyone else."

Johnny William Yeah, that's why you keep threatening it. You know what you are doing. You're antagonizing me and then surprised when you get a fucking reaction.

Spencer James "I was teasing, John. Not threatening. Not antagonizing. Teasing. But it's whatever. You want to let that ruin the day, go for it. You wanna call me an asshole and get mad at me, it's all you. But just know, I was teasing and nothing more."

Johnny William Oh! You were teasing! I'm sorry. Maybe I'll just use that excuse the next time I talk about some other girl and it'll talk you out of one of your temper tantrums. Oh, wait. That's right. I do. I do /tease/ you and you nearly have a fucking break down. So let's play this teasing game since it's so harmless, huh?

Spencer James "I wasn't talking about another guy! There's a big fucking difference, John. I was talking about my ass. Technically, your ass. And now I'm an ass. I don't want to have a pissing match with you where the only goal is not to tease anymore but to hurt the other person and I won't do it. I didn't say that shit to hurt you. I was teasing you. Being playful. But whatever is about to come out of your mouth is going to be to hurt me and I'm not game."

Johnny William Wow, really? That's my endgame? Alright, Spence. There will be no pissing match. I'm not saying shit. Call this one stunned silence.

Spencer James "When you say 'let's play this teasing game', what am I supposed to think? That's not a game and it's not teasing any more. That's trying to hurt one another and I don't want to hurt you and I don't want to be hurt by you. Seriously, all of this over my ass that everyone in the world knows is yours. For weeks and weeks now, I've made sure not to do anything that would potentially set you off in that regard and been very thoughtful of what I show and what I don't and even a teasing mention is going to bring you to a place of this. I don't understand. If you want to go with stunned silence, that ain't gonna help us none. But if that's what you need, then I guess I'll be here when you are ready to not be silent anymore."

Johnny William I didn't mean that we are going to play it. I meant that when we do play it, there is one person here who isn't allowed to play because she can't take it but she sure can dish it. I don't get any pleasure out of setting you off like that. So congratulations, you acted married for a couple weeks. Who knew it was such a sacrifice. But yeah, sounds good, Spence. That's all I got.

Spencer James "I /acted/ married for a few weeks... because I don't normally /act/ married?" Eyes him, completely stunned, not even remotely sure how to take that remark. "I /am/ married and..." Pauses, shaking her head, refusing to go any further. "If you're done now, I'm going to go to work and spend the day /acting/ like a cop who really just wants to go home to her husband and kids and feeling like an asshole."

Johnny William Yeah, I'm done. -considering he was the one apparently being irrational though he hardly saw it that way as anything he said was being turned against him. Settling for silence per usual;

Spencer James Hearing him say he was done, she simply nodded her head, holding her emotions together for once she was outside in the car. With both boys still sleeping, she wouldn't risk waking them. Instead, she picked up her backpack from the sofa and made her way out the door. Once it was closed behind her, she leaned back against it, letting everything he said settle in on her resulting in the moisture at the corners of her eyes.

Johnny William Yeah, love you too. -muttering to himself as the door was closed. Shaking his head. Maybe his point being nailed in a little further by the fact that she was going out to her job without saying such a thing to him but he wouldn't be the one to make the mistake as he leaned up against the kitchen counter. Phone underneath of his elbows holding his attention;

Spencer James She did love him even with how she was feeling in that moment even if she couldn't even think clear enough in the moment to say so. Outside, she'd lose her composure that she'd held onto so strongly. Her car remained in the driveway as she sat down on the steps of the porch, her face to her knees as she gave into it entirely. She'd been through a lot of things with the man, but never anything like this. Hearing her phone alert in her pocket, she'd withdraw it and look through her tears to see that Ryan was warning her that their Sergeant was in a shit mood. "Great," she complained as it meant she was in for the rest of her day to look about like the beginning of it did. Pushing her phone back in her pocket, she rose to her feet, having spent the better part of ten minutes there, wiping against the tears that continued against her face, trying to pull her shit together for her to even be able to drive after that. Knowing she should be on her way or she was going to be late, she couldn't bring herself to do it. Opening the front door once again, she took a deep breath even though it would do her no good. Her eyes were bloodshot and her face a mess, but it wouldn't be anything John hadn't seen before. "I really don't want to fight with you and I don't want to go to work like this. I'm sorry I teased about something so sensitive and I'm sorry that I walked out the door like I could actually fucking leave. I can't. I can't go. I can't take a step away from you. I fucking need you and I can't fucking stand it when you're upset with me," she stated as she crossed the space, finding him there in the kitchen at the counter. All in one motion of her coming into the house, she was apologizing as she made her way over to him, dropping her bag somewhere between point A and point B. As she got there to him, there was no hesitation as she gripped the sides of his face and drew her lips fully to his. "I fucking love you," she managed through her tears as her lips came to his. Unwilling to let this fight linger between them. Unwilling to go to work, to leave him, to give it hours to fester. Ultimately breaking down before she had ever gotten to the car. Needing him and not being afraid of her own pride to walk back in and show it.

Johnny William Still amazed that she had done that. Drawing up from the counter and ready to go lay down or attempt to direct his energy somewhere else. His fantasy draft no longer holding him as he couldn't concentrate. Giving it a few minutes before she was back through the front door. Watching as she entered once again and momentarily stunned as she approached. Eyes to hers as it all came out. Basically a white flag without giving anything on her end. Feeling as she gripped at his face and drew to him. Eyes to hers. "You really were about to leave without telling me that." Still stunned by that as he watched her.

Spencer James When his lips didn't mesh back against her own, she was lost somewhere in a one sided kiss that would only stand to kill her further. Needing that contact, the reciprocation of it, as the denial was nearly enough to break her. As he drew back with his eyes there to hers, the tears were unceasing, if only furthered by his refusal to kiss her back in that moment. "I didn't make it off the porch," she confessed through that raspy tone which was only made worse by the crying spell that was in its fifteenth minute. "I can't do this with you. I could have with anyone else, but not you. I love you and I can't not come back. I can't go to work with you mad at me. I can't walk out and get in that car without kissing you and telling you I love you and you kissing me and telling me that you love me. I know I infuriate you. I know I push boundaries and I know that you got a shitshow for a wife half the time, but I fucking love you and I don't know how to walk out, stay gone, and just not fight for us." Her hands moved from the sides of his face to the back of his neck, drawing constantly into the man even if she wasn't sure if he wanted her to or not.

Johnny William Eyes passing over hers as she explained, still struggling with this. Brows drawing as he shook his head as she found his neck. The tension leaving him as his eyes dropped. Struggling to work it all out before he was back at her with a nod. Understanding. Or trying to atleast. "Alright."

Spencer James Finding the shake of his head made her heart drop thinking she was to be denied a second time by the man, but hearing his 'alright', she knew it would be. "Don't tell me you love me," she whispered through her tears, not sure she could handle the sentiment in return at the moment. "Just kiss me," she whispered even softer, needing to feel it more than anything in that moment. "Just kiss me and don't stop."

Johnny William Hearing her whisper, thinking it was almost sarcasm there for a minute. "I do love you though." He'd remind her before hearing her whisper. Leaning in and pressing his lips back to hers to atleast allow half of her request.

Spencer James As he spoke, it stole her breath as no part of her felt deserving of such affection in that moment, knowing every problem they ever had was started at her big mouth continually fucking up in one way or another. Feeling him at her lips, her tears were unceasing as she drew her arms around his neck, pressing her kiss deeply against his lips.

Johnny William Pressing back to her though time would be their enemy here as it was ticking rapidly. She had to go to work and they both knew it. But there she was, still pressed to him as if it didn't matter.

Spencer James It didn't matter and he would soon find out that her priorities weren't what they once were. Pressed to him, her arms joining behind his neck, she lifted to her toes, her lips formed firmly against his with no hope of salvation.

Johnny William Feeling her to his neck as she lifted, returning her kiss with Paw Patrol never too far in the background. His hand finding the side of her face as though she was short on time, he wouldn't help.

Spencer James Feeling him draw into that kiss just as deeply as she did, she drew her arms tightly around his neck. Humming to his lips as she felt that desire rising up in herself, needing to feel him. Taking a step back towards the kitchen, she drew him with her, not letting go.

Johnny William Arm slipping around her waist as she drew back, feeling her ready to break free until she was taking him with. Confused as he gave that step forward wherever it would lead.

Spencer James Feeling him come along with her, she would take another step and then another, never letting that kiss fail until she felt the counter top to her back. Leaning her back against it, drawing him to arch his back over her as one hand drew down from the back of his neck between them where she was gripping him even through his jeans.

Johnny William Feeling her continue those steps and pull him into her as he gave. Leaned over her even as he felt her to the front of his jeans. Exhaling hot even against her lips from the contact. Tongue brushing over the part of her lips to access her.

Spencer James Feeling his tongue sweeping the part of her lips, it was all she needed from him to continue on. Her lips parted to that contact as her hand ventured up, flipping the button of his jeans. Pressing her hand flat to his stomach, she didn't bother with the zipper as she pressed her hand down, finding her way within his jeans and boxers at once, finding that skin to skin contact as her hand wrapped around him, stroking up his length as her tongue passed over his.

Johnny William Feeling her find him, his breath would hitch. Not needing much time at all as the blood filtered downwards with no idea of how this was going to work as he felt her against his lips. Rolling his tongue past her lips where he'd slip deeper within the confines of her mouth as his hips pushed forward against her hand.

Spencer James Feeling him hardening within her hand, she felt his tongue passing into the confines of her own mouth. Greeting his tongue with her own, his taste flooding her over her, encouraging her hand against him. Bringing her free hand there between them, her fingers maneuvering his zipper to give her more room. With no idea how to make this work with paw patrol playing in the distance, realizing it might just be best that she find her knees behind that counter. Breathing through his lungs as she stroked his length, past the point of no return for her.

Johnny William Paw Patrol was always on in this house somewhere and she knew it as she got further against him. Exhaling hot as their tongues passed over one another and he felt her stroking him. Quickly grabbing a reaction as she always did as there wasn't a man more equipped for this then him. Literally calling it a talent most days considering he wasn't good at much in the first place. His hands finding her hips as he was luring her up onto the edge of that counter.

Spencer James With his hands gripping her, lifting her to the counter's edge, it wasn't far fetched when flashbacks of their first night in his former apartment took hold, sparking something deep within her as she maintained her hand within his boxers while her other hand pushed down against the fabric, forcing his jeans and then his boxers to fall with the help of gravity, pooling at his ankles as she exposed his lower region first, giving her hand complete freedom as her knees parted to him there on the countertop. Still wearing her typical work attire of jeans, a flannel button down long sleeved shirt and a heavy jacket over top, she was fully clothed down to her boots and yet she had the man's ass bare. Quite pleased with herself as it was a rare occurrence, her tongue smoothed over his as her hand found the back of his neck, fingertips grasping at the short strands to the back of his head as her hand continued to stroke his length, her thumb gently stimulating the head of his cock.

Johnny William Feeling her paying such steep attention to his anatomy at that moment was enough to force his breath to catch. Finding the feeling incredible before his hands were slipping down for the button and zipper of her own jeans. Undoing them where he made his intentions clear. Roughly managing to negotiate as his lips briefly drew from hers. "Work?"

Spencer James It only took a moment before his hands were working at her own jeans, jerking against her as he got the job done before asking about her real job. "I'm sick," she quickly explained as she was reaching for her phone in her pocket, taking the opportunity to shed the heavy winter jacket. With her phone to her ear, she'd wait. Pushing her jacket off the edge of the counter, her free hand found the back of his neck, drawing him to her lips once more where she'd press a firm kiss against his lips as she waited for her Sergeant to answer.

Johnny William Watching as she began that call, he'd have to smirk as she just made this game a million times better by that phone to her ear. Pushing down her jeans with her help before his hands were finding that flannel of hers. Lips drifting from hers to the side of her neck.

Spencer James Feeling his hands to her jeans, she'd maneuver against the counter to help him remove them at least to her ankles before he was there to the flannel shirt. With the feeling of his lips to the side of her neck, she sighed instantly, her eyes closing at the contact while listening to the ringing of the phone there in her ear. Drawing the phone from her ear, she'd temporarily place it on speaker, setting it on the counter top so she could reach down, working at her boot until it was lose enough to push off, giving her jeans a place to fall free of her. The phone rang again, getting no where fast there as she continued to wait for her Sergeant to answer his damned phone.

Johnny William Watching as she placed the phone down as she was reaching for her boots. Helping her get those jeans off before his fingers were back towards her flannel buttons one by one. Lips returning to the side of her neck where pressed to her jugular.

Spencer James Beneath his lips he'd find that racing pulse as she felt him to the last button of her shirt, knowing he was playing a quick round of catch up there and attempting to surpass what she had removed from the man. Hearing the Sergeant's voicemail pick up, she knew better. He'd have her head for it if she left him a voicemail call out, so she hung up the phone there at her side, giving herself a minute to simply enjoy the feeling of his lips to her flesh once more. Her own hands slipped to the lower hem of his shirt, ready to pull it off, yet not wanting to stop him at her neck either. Torn, she'd grip the fabric in her hands, waiting, sighing, finding it difficult to pace herself in the slightest as she was already longing for the man.

Johnny William Hearing no answer, he had no clue what happened from there as normal jobs weren't exactly his thing. But she seemed to have an idea even as ended the call and he felt her to the bottom of his own short. Hearing her sigh causing him to lure back from her neck.

Spencer James As he drew back, she'd waste no time in drawing up at the fabric of his shirt, working together with him in the spaces and time he'd offer her. Pulling the fabric up and over his head, not nearly as desirably as he would do it himself, but there was something about being able to undress the man herself that took her over at times. Baring him entirely, she was leaning forward, her teeth sinking to the side of his neck instantly as her patience had run thin in the process. Both hands released his shirt somewhere on the floor as her hands took hold at the backs of his upper arms, pulling against him with no regard for the phone as of yet.

Johnny William Feeling her pulling off his shirt, he'd exhale hot. Wanting her more and more every passing minute as he felt her teeth find his skin. Growling low. "Fuck." He'd complain as his arms were sweeping around her. Pulling her onto himself where he was carrying her into the living room and dumping them both on the couch. Neither kid quite up yet but turning the TV on had rendered such a channel.

Spencer James Feeling him draw her from the countertop with just the bite of her teeth to his neck, her hand barely made it to the counter to grab her phone before he was making off to the sofa with her, clearly wanting more room than that countertop would allow for. Pressing her lips to the space she'd only a moment before inflicted that pain against. Feeling the sofa to her back as John came there overtop of her, her legs remained wrapped around him. Drawing her phone up behind him, she'd eye the screen to find the redial for her Sergeant, bringing the phone to her ear once again as her free hand slipped between them where she'd continue what she'd started in the kitchen.

Johnny William Not stopping for her this time as he laid her down and she went for her phone again as he was reaching for her panties. Thinning patience as he dragged those down her thighs as well with a goal to get her stripped down.

Spencer James Slipping out of the fabric of her panties at the willing of his hands guiding them down to which she'd make no effort to stop the man at all. She was his and with that, he could have her in whatever state he wanted her without a single complaint from her in the matter. Hearing her Sergeant's voice on the other end of the phone, she'd attempt to stabilize her voice, though knowing all the while that she was out of sorts from having bene crying previously. "Hey, Sarge. I'm really sorry to do this to you... " she began, his voice interrupting hers as he began in on her that this had best be good and true and able to be proven for her to call off on a shift after being reinstated so recently. "It is, Sir," she promised, though it wasn't entirely true, only hoping the department wouldn't call her on this.

Johnny William Seeing off her panties as his eyes found hers as she finally got through. Ready to test the strength of her voice as he got that familiar look about him. Slipping down the couch where his head was navigating between her thighs. Mouth parting to draw his tongue along the heat of her sex and from there going ahead with business as if nothing was different about this encounter at all.

Spencer James Catching that look in his eyes, she knew she was in for it. A moment later, she'd find out just how much so. Her breath hitched in the back of her throat with that first pass of his tongue over her as she drew up at her knees, bringing her legs over his shoulders, giving up that full access to him, signing her own death certificate. "I've been throwing up all morning. I think it was something I ate. I'll... be... " her voice broke, reacting to that which John inflicted on her, yet it easily sounded as though she were on the brink of being sick again. Before she could say another word, her Sergeant interrupted, seemingly satisfied with the proof as she struggled to make a sentence. Telling her to touch base later on and come in if she got to feeling better, she gasped in response to John. "Okay. Thanks, Sarge." He told her to feel better and the call was ended. Spencer dropped her phone to the floor instantly, her hand coming to the back of John's head, gripping short strands. "Fuck. Trying to get me fired," she whined.

Johnny William Surprised as she gave him full access to her by drawing up her knees over her shoulders. Eyes drawing up as his lips surrounded her clit and watching her attempt to pull that off. Watching her drop the phone as he'd smile tellingly. Not one to smile often but it was best when he was amused at another persons expense. "Mhm." He'd hum in agreement, hands locked to the sides of her thighs as he continued on. Skating his tongue against her nerve. "Just imagine if I just put it in you like I was going to." He added, a brief detour before returning.

Spencer James "John, I would have screamed," she confessed honestly, barely managing the words before he was focusing in against her clit, stealing her breath as her knees drew up against the hold he had on her thighs. A whine passed her lips as her eyes fell closed, giving in entirely. Unable to explain to him what her superior had said although she figured he got the picture well enough.

Johnny William "Definitely should have." He'd note as that would have made it even better as she drew further up against him. Not really caring to know anymore at this point as he was clearly distracted. Eyes up towards hers as he'd briefly speak. "Get the rest of that off." He'd demand, hardly requesting it of her.

Spencer James As he demanded she get the rest off, she found it hard to focus at all on that which he asked of her, yet she couldn't tell him no. He would find his wife entirely submissive to him here after everything, finding security in giving up any and all control. Arching her back, she brought her hands behind her back, nearly trying to block John's actions against her from her mind as she removed that last piece of fabric as he had told her to.

Johnny William Seeing her comply with him, there was no stopping or hesitation there for the man whose mouth was back to her with no hitch. Pressing his tongue in strong rotations over her again and again. No pausing to stop or allow her a break as there would be none for this man who quickly got to business. Slipping a long middle digit within her to test the waters.

Spencer James As he returned to that which he had been at, he'd steal her breath all over again as if it were that first contact proving a slight break between could give him the same reaction he'd gotten initially. With every bit of fabric gone from her, she bit against her lower tier as her hand found the back of his neck, nails gripping his flesh as he slipped a single digit within her. Warm walls were already damp with the proof of how quickly he could get her going in this manner, clinging to that single finger of his as a soft whine passed her lips. "Goddamn it, I want you," she complained, quite unsure just how much of him she could handle in this manner as she quickly wanted all of him, although it was no different than any other time. The woman struggled in the foreplay when receiving, yet never with giving. Wanting to feel him, to taste him, to engage with him fully where the patience required to accept was something she was severely lacking within.

Johnny William Hearing her complaint, wanting to hear just that as the proof coated his digit as he implored her for more. Not quite happy until he'd get all of her either but it was always worth the build up. Humming low as he challenged her to show him the truth of that statement.

Spencer James As if he were unfazed by her statement, the man continued on at her, not giving in to her which would only serve them both in the end. The hum against her had her luring her foot against his shoulder, pushing against him as she gripped the back of his neck with her hand, not seeming to have a clear train of thought here as she'd both push and pull him all at the same time. "John," she whined, biting her lower tier as her hips lifted to him naturally.

Johnny William As she was willing him to her, the man went even if he wasn't sure where she wanted him nor was she. Groaning at the distraction. "You taste so fuckin' good." Always slightly amazed by her in these moments as he was pulling himself above her.

Spencer James As he drew up at the pressure of her hand, she wasn't sure it was what she wanted as she'd miss the contact the moment it was gone. "Then why'd you stop?" she asked as though she were completely innocent and had done nothing to urge the man up towards her. With his hand still there between her thighs, she'd press her hips against his hand, feeling that single digit within her as her own hand slipped down between them, grasping his wrist in an effort to keep him there, not allowing him to withdraw from her. Meeting his eyes, she'd bite against her lower tier, energy surging through the woman. Leaning in as though she'd meet his lips, instead she'd steal to the side of his neck where his neck met his shoulder where her teeth would sink against him instantly giving up the insight of just how she wanted this to go.

Johnny William Hearing her question that would lure a groan from him as she had made him stop and she knew it. Feeling her at his wrist to keep him within her. His eyes to hers before she was at his neck and shoulder. Sighing low in response. "You think my finger feels good, imagine my cock." He began, hellbent on dirty talking her into destruction as he'd add a second digit to replicate the feeling. "Nice and deep."

Spencer James As he spoke, she sighed against his flesh where her bite had failed her at the very suggestion from his lips. Feeling the addition of his second finger, her leg drew up against his side as she drew in a sharp breath finding the man to be downright dangerous that morning. The combination of the two when sparked just right was something that could not be replicated and there was something about it all that had her feeling as though she were lost somewhere in the midst of a perfect storm. Her teeth grazed the curve of his ear where her breath would fall against his skin. "How deep?" she asked, her words just a whisper spoken directly into his ear.

Johnny William Feeling her leg draw as his fingers were pushed within her. Drawing himself between her thighs as if he was within yet it was only his fingers. Rocking his hips with the movement of his fingers to help with the illusion. Hearing her words in his ear as his fingers curled. "Even deeper than my fingers."

Spencer James As he drew his hips against the pressure of his hand, he'd pull a whine from her lips as she bit against the curve of his ear, tugging against him as she grumbled her pleasure. Bringing her hand against the back of his neck, her leg hitched higher against his hip. "Then why aren't you fucking me?" she asked, her words coming through in that rasp he was accustomed to, laced with the desire that she knew he could taste on his tongue.

Johnny William "Some women like foreplay, Spence." He'd remind her as it all seemed lost on her in that moment. "Some women have to beg for it too..." Letting her decide where she came on that one, he'd continue on.

Spencer James Hearing him hold out on her, she'd whine into his ear as he was clearly not giving in so quickly as he'd spoiled her into knowing he would give in to her in moments like these. "I..." she began, falling short as she drew back from his ear, her head finding the sofa once again as her eyes found his. "You're going to make me beg for it?" she asked, her eyes set to his, knowing he knew the woman would do so as her hand was slipping down between them in an attempt to find his cock, to take a bit of power here, to get his mind as blurred as her own had been.

Johnny William "Not this time." He answered honestly as he didn't have the patience, she had wasted it all earlier. Feeling her hand find his cock all while his was withdrawing. Ready to give her everything.

Spencer James As he withdrew his fingers from within her, he'd find the result of such there in her eyes as she lost the pressure she'd been coming alive beneath as her own hand found him, stroking down his length. With the power in her hand, her eyes met his. "How do you want me?" she asked, positions shifting through her mind as that sofa could easily be utilized to their benefit should he want something more than they were presently positioned for, yet she'd contradict the question as her hand guided his cock to her, tracing the head of him down the part of her where he'd find that tempting warmth he'd drawn from within.

Johnny William Hearing her question as he was brought to her entrance, sighing low as she made it difficult to concentrate but knowing he'd want something different than he normally could get. "Knees on the floor, facing away from me, leaned forward against the couch." Suggesting an assisted doggy, he grew more and more excited at the prospect.

Spencer James Not thinking he'd be able to manage thoughts here, much less positions that had not been attempted between the two, she drew a sharp breath as he detailed out how he wanted his wife to which she would be quick to oblige as he knew her to be. Nodding her head softly, she'd release her hold on him all at once, taking away the pressure she'd offered just as she'd lost it in him a moment before. Bringing both hands to the sides of his neck, she drew her lips to his in a firm kiss before she was laying back again, giving him the freedom and space to move before she'd move herself if he gave her the option to do so.

Johnny William Pressing his lips briefly back to hers before he was moving back and letting her do her own movement. Standing up as his fingers passed through his hair in attempt to be patient though the wait was evidently killing him as he exhaled a hot breath.

Spencer James As he drew back, she'd catch a glimpse of him running his hand through his hair, marking the lack of patience that existed in his eyes. She had the room here to be difficult, to take her time getting into that position he'd requested of her, and yet one look at the man and she couldn't do it. Quickly moving from where she had been on the sofa on her back, she'd find her knees beside the sofa, leaning over the seat where they had just been as her eyes drifted back behind her. "Like this?" she asked, giving him the space to reposition her if he so felt the need to do, but standing as her way of showing him how quickly she'd comply without giving him any shit.

Johnny William "Perfect." Like he'd tell her any different at this point. Whether it was right or wrong would be lost on them. She'd do better to not be difficult with him as he found his place behind her. Free hand at her hip willing her ass back against him as his free hand was slipping down.  Guiding himself within her without further delay.

Spencer James He'd find no argument from the woman as she was quick to comply after everything she had put him through that morning. She knew it had been her fault and she'd do all she could here to give him the space to get his frustrations out on her as well as doing her best to behave herself, knowing it always paid off when she did. As he found his knees there behind her, she felt him between her legs, taking up that space of himself in his hand just long enough to see himself to her. All at once the pressure she'd felt moments before at the work of his hand would be erased as she leaned forward on the sofa's cushions, burying her face against the fabric as she took him within her at the willing of his hips.

Johnny William Watching her bury herself into the couch that would never quite be viewed the same as he guided his hips forward. Slipping deep within her entirely as his hands found her sides as if she was going anywhere. Pressing himself deeper within her core before he'd give up a relieved sigh.

Spencer James His lack of patience was well noted here as she felt him taking her all at once, finding his place deep within those walls as she muffled the cry at her lips there against the fabric of the sofa. Her hands gripped the piping at the edge of the cushions, grasping at the furniture to take the pressure of his cock buried deep within her. Gasping for her breath against the sofa, she'd hear that sigh at his lips as she was far from that comfort. Her walls clung tightly to him, giving up no space as they fought against his vast size within her tiny frame. "Fuck..." she complained against the sofa as she turned her head to the side, unable to draw her hips against his as she felt the pressure radiating through her in throbs, leaving the room and space around them to disappear where there in the center that was just the two of them.

Johnny William Hearing her complaint while her body was nothing more than welcoming. The tightness of her walls around him echoing that same surprise but damn, did she feel good. A little too good for him in the moment as he'd give her a moment to get used to him for the sake of his own stamina as his hands were left wandering up her sides.

Spencer James With how quickly he had taken her, she hadn't expected a moment of pause there in his hips. Feeling his hands passing against her bare sides, she pressed her forehead to the sofa cushion, completely surrendered to the man. Taking slow, deep breaths, she lifted her head to cut her eyes back over her shoulder to catch a glimpse of him. Finding him there, a smile slowly took hold of her features as she brought her hand back, finding the side of his face. Luring him to take that same bend at the waist as she had, to come over her, she softly bit against her lower tier, giving away her need for that oral contact.

Spencer James "Goddamn."

Johnny William "What?"

Spencer James "That look. I know you just went out for an hour to grab groceries before your brother and the kids get here tomorrow, but I swear I haven't seen that face for days. C'mere."

Johnny William "Gonna have to pass the John James sniff test..." thorough, if nothing else as he approached her.

Spencer James Humming softly, any inspection from this husband of hers would forever work out to her own advantage. Remaining still as he approached, she met his eyes with a slow nod of her head.

Johnny William Draws her in where he was quick to work, sniffing the side of her neck and to her shoulder and over her chest. "Dove...soap..." stated between breaths. "That perfume with the French name..." continues. "and baby."

Spencer James Standing still before him as he caught her with the scent of the soap and perfume, giving away what she had done with her time while he was away, she drew an even breath. "Baby? We haven't been around the boys in two days..." she offered, not sure how she still smelled like the littles, but not doubting that nose of his.

Johnny William "You smell like baby." he stated simply, not sure whether it was just engrained in her or not but shrugging. "Have you washed that shirt since we left?"

Spencer James Looking down at the shirt she had on, she knew she hadn't done any laundry since they left, so why she was looking, she didn't know. "Well, no. I washed it at home," she reasoned, realizing why it was that she'd smell like the kids. "You ready to see them tomorrow?"

Johnny William "Always..." he'd state simply. "But we're going to make the most of our time until then..."

Spencer James Meeting his eyes as that was absolutely what she wanted to hear in that moment, prompting a slow nod of her head. "I like the sounds of that," she confessed as her hands found the back of his neck, drawing herself in closer to him.

Johnny William "You better." he'd challenge as his hands trailed up her sides.

Spencer James Feeling his hands there to her sides, his possession never far away in that touch whether he ever meant it to be or it was just there permanently, she could never know, nor did she care as her own held the same for him. Stepping closer, her hands still to the back of his neck, her eyes set in on his as she bit against her own lower tier.

John James Was plenty fun for me weaving in and out infront of you and letting you think you'd hit me.

Spencer James "You scared me to death forty-seven times. I'll let you make it up to me in forty-seven orgasms."

John James "Wait til the trip home."

Spencer James "Just remember, your boys will be in that car..."

John James "I know where my boys will be."

Spencer James "Mhm. So no pulling that shit on the way home. And I'm ready for those orgasms you owe me..."

John James "I always know where my boys are."

Spencer James "I know you do. That ain't helping my problem right now though..."

John James "You want what that woman in the magnet grey corvette wanted beside me apparently."

Spencer James Cuts her eyes at him, taking a deep breath. "John..."

John James "Not my fault..."

Spencer James Grumbles, knowing it was no more his fault than those that did the same with her, yet it elicited the same response in reverse. Slow, deep breaths as she attempted to control herself, not wanting to start their trip off this way. "C'mere and make me forget about it."

John James Approaches as he reaches for her hip. "Makes you feel any better, I was thinking that I could have flirted with her while you stole her car."

Spencer James Feeling his hand find her hip, she drew a breath as she met his eyes. "Think that's a dangerous game. If she touched you, she'd lose her car and her life."

John James "Free corvette..." he teased, stealing a kiss.

Spencer James Meeting his lips, her hands found the sides of his face, locking him there to her. Her hold and kiss reflecting the depth of the possession coursing through her veins.

John James Feeling her hand to him, he did love getting her going. He loved the heat he got from her as it never got old as he pulled her into him.

Spencer James As he drew her in, her arms wrapped around his neck, the fire evident in her kiss. That feeling brewing within her that could so easily turn badly for them, yet John finally seemed to find a balance to take her right to the edge without letting her fall off.

John James Never dated a spoiled brat but I definitely married one.

Spencer James "And how do you feel about that?"

John James Like some days I really want to give her a wedgie for it.

Spencer James "John! You love my royal brattiness. Don't even try."

John James And the other days I love her more for it.

Spencer James "I love you, John James of South Philly."

John James And I love you.

Spencer James "Mmm in all my bratty glory?"

John James "You don't come in any other model."

Spencer James "And no returns allowed."

John James "Nope."

Spencer James "Til death and all that shit."

John James "Yeah...even longer when you stop pussying out over that tattoo."

Spencer James "I told you. Any. Time. Waiting on you."

John James "'Next weekend' she said. Two weekends ago."

Spencer James "Ain't my fault we fucked instead."

John James "Chicken shit."

Spencer James "Call Judas. We will go right fucking now."

John James "Tattoo artists already got my stencil." reaches his hand out for her phone.

Spencer James "Yeah?" She asked, realizing all at once that it was going to happen that fast. "Alright," she decided, not backing down.

John James Passes his eyes over hers, seeing the hesitation there as he'd see how long she'd go before having a fit. Still waiting for her to hand him her phone as his brow cocked. "Change your mind already?"

Spencer James Standing still for a moment, she reached her hand into her pocket, withdrawing the phone and handing it to him. "Nope," she stated honestly.

John James Taking her phone, he slid open the screen and found Judas's number as he hit the call button. Wandering off so he could concentrate when he spoke.

Spencer James Watching as he walked away, she bit against her own lower lip, building up that bravery within as to not back down.

John James Alright feeling it pending in her, not sure why she kept propositioning it if she was so nervous. Walking not far off in the room where he'd tell Judas he could use his help at the house for an hour or so while /he/ went to get a spur of the moment tattoo. Not holding her to it as he wouldn't until she was absolutely confident but for now this was how he'd play it.

Spencer James Unable to hear him speaking to Judas, she hadn't backed down any other time they had spoken of it, but they had just failed to really go through with it. Watching him on the phone, her confidence would build slowly, hoping it would be there completely by the time they arrived. She wasn't nervous to have one, but the process of getting it made her nervous.

John James Hearing Judas agree that he would be by soon, it bought him just enough time to get showered and completely ready to go as he hung up the phone and would step back and hand it back to her. "Got an hour."

Spencer James Taking the phone back as she heard him give her that time frame, she nodded. "I can do a lot with an hour... then you could get me tatted while you're inside me." Smirks, nodding her head slowly.

John James Though the idea was nothing short of tempting, his eyes would pass hers to see if she was hesitating or changing her mind. Knowing what she was capable of in an hour. "You know...you don't have to do anything. I'll get mine today, you can get yours when you feel more comfortable."

Spencer James Hearing him offer her an escape route, it wasn't needed. "No, John. I want to fuck you and then I want to go get a tattoo. We've been talking about this for almost a year. What did you pick out for me?" she asked, not backing down, nor would she be.

John James "You'll see..." he stated simply as he'd approach her, hands finding her hips as he pressed his lips to the top of her head.

Spencer James Humming softly as he kept his secret, she couldn't help but be interested to know just what it was that she'd be wearing the rest of her life, though she trusted him with the task entirely. Feeling the kiss to the top of her head as his hands rested against her hips, she drew into his chest. "So... what's the plan for the next hour?"

John James "Whatever you want." he offered as he felt her to his chest, another kiss to the top of her head before he found her temple.

Spencer James He knew all too well now from her own lips how quickly he could get her going and a detailed description of how. As she felt him there to her temple, she couldn't decipher if he was seeking her desire or if he was just being close with her. Her hands found the fabric of his shirt at the man's sides as she lifted her head slightly to allow her eyes to steal that glimpse of him. "What do /you/ want?"

John James Not needing to seek her out of show his affection as they both had always been one in the same. Not needing one box or the other as he heard her speak where he'd meet her eyes. "I'd really, really like a nice, hot, steaming, mind-numbing...shower."

Spencer James Her hands tensed in the fabric of his shirt with each word he offered drawing her closer and closer to him as she drew up his shirt with just that bit of tension without even trying until she heard his suggestion it being a shower. "Yeah?" she asked, eyes finding his as she kept that hold on his shirt. "Can you achieve a nice, hot, steaming, mind-numbing shower without your wife?" she asked, brows lifting.

John James "No, probably not. My hand is too rough." he'd tease as his nose nudged hers. Feeling the tension of her hands t his shirt neither lifting or pulling his shirt down. "Hers are perfect though along with the rest of her."

Spencer James A smirk found her lips as his nose nudged hers, suggesting he did need her for all of those things to take place. Hearing him suggest perfection, she tilted her head to the side, not so sure she agreed with him, yet she wouldn't argue with him either. Not on this. Instead, her smirk faded into a genuine smile as one hand eased away from his shirt, finding his hand, linking her fingers through his. "Can't have you taking a shitty shower," she whispered, her agreement to joining him.

John James "Agreed." he remarked as he felt her at his hand and he was guiding her towards the steps, knowing they were short on time and had to get to it if it was going to be got.

Spencer James Walking with him, they made their way up the stairs quietly as to not wake the sleeping boys that would put a quick end to their plans.

John James Getting to the bedroom door that he pushed open, his hand already coming to the back of his neck where he collected the excess and began pulling it up over his head by the time they got within.

Spencer James As he started to undress from there in the doorway, she released his hand so that he could remove the shirt entirely, shamelessly watching as he removed the fabric from himself. Leaning in to nip at the back of his arm as she brought her own hands to the button of her jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping as they came into the room. Pushing the door closed with her foot, she drew her jeans down, abandoning them on the floor.

John James Getting his shirt off as he dropped it in the hamper, turning around to watch her as he was going for his shorts. Dropping them down and off before the boxers would come next. Getting there bit by bit.

Spencer James Although it was uncommon for the two to undress themselves, they were on a clear cut timeline here and it had to happen quickly to afford them more time within the walls of the shower and one another. Easily distracted by the man as he took off his clothes, she pulled her shirt off, leaving it somewhere in the path from the bedroom door to the bathroom door as she entered the bathroom in her bra and panties, her mark set for the shower to get it warmed up while they took care of those last articles of clothing.

John James Watching her slip into the bedroom, his boxers would fall and leave him entirely bare as he'd follow close behind her. Watching her approach the shower where his hands would find her hips. Slipping in behind her as he took to helping her with her panties as his lips found the back of her shoulder.

Spencer James Leaning over into the shower, she'd turn the dial to start the stream of water. As she started to stand, she felt his hands to her hips, his lips to the back of her shoulder as he came to help her out of the last two pieces of fabric that separated him from his wife. "So where's this tattoo going, exactly?" she asked, her eyes closing to the feel of his lips to her flesh.

John James "The most painful place you can get one, they say." He offered in the way of a hint, drawing down her panties as his lips traveled the back of her neck.

Spencer James Her stomach tensed as he suggested the pain would not only be average, but above average. Biting at her lower lip, she felt his lips to the back of her neck as the fabric slipped down her thighs. "Mmm, be more specific?" she requested, her hand slipping behind her to find his side, fingertips in search of him a moment later.

John James Dragging her panties down her legs as he felt her at his side. Waiting until she'd drift her fingertips up the side of his ribcage and starting just under his armpit before he'd agree. "Starting right there."

Spencer James As her panties were freed of her, she turned towards him, her hands searching for the space on him that he'd be marking her. Finding the area at his side, just beneath his arm, hearing him confirm it would start there, she drew in a breath. Bringing her fingertips down his side, waiting for him to tell her where to stop.

John James Feeling her drawing down his side, he'd wait until she was just over his hip before he'd hum. Suggesting it's ending point entirely along his side as his hands slipped back for the clasp of her bra.

Spencer James Marking the territory against him that the tattoo would reside on her own flesh, her eyes lifted to his in amazement. A slight bite at her lower lip before she was nodding her head slowly, quite liking the idea of it. "What's it going to be?" she asked, leaning in to press her lips to his chest as she felt him unhooking the clasp of her bra while the water temperature in the shower increased as felt by the humidity in the air around them.

John James "Words." he'd confess, giving her all that he'd give her. Feeling her to his chest as he dragged her bra straps down and got the woman down to nothing before him.

Spencer James As the straps of her bra passed her arms, she'd remove her hands from him if only to let them pass. Something about just touching him in that manner had her heart racing, waiting for the moment they could connect with one another in some way, though her patience was proving strong in the moment. Lifting her eyes as she drew back from his chest, her hands found his sides once again as she nodded her head slowly, committing to the tattoo fully as he had laid it out to be, not needing to know for her trust in him was simply that strong.

John James Watching her draw back from his chest, his hand would slip up for the shower door which he'd lure back. Offering her to go for it first as he knew he'd need a moment to get used to the temperature she offered.

Spencer James As he opened the door, she slipped back from him, going in first as she knew he'd need to ease into it. Quickly bringing her hand to adjust the temperature down a bit to a compromise. Turning around, she'd meet his eyes with a smirk to her lips as she reached her hand out to draw him into her and into that shower.

John James "This is going to turn my ass red, ain't it?" He asked, as her shower temperatures always did. Leaving his light skin red for hours by the time he'd slip in and into the stream that still took his breath away as she'd heard. Eyes meeting hers as he shook his head gently.

Spencer James "I turned it down some for you," she stated honestly, though it was still admittedly rather warm. Bringing herself against him, her hands finding the back of his neck instantly as the woman wasted no time in showing her affections for him, a smirk to her lips. "Bout to get a lot hotter," she promised.

John James "Not a lot." He reminded her as he drew into her, feeling her at his neck as he spotted her smile. "So cheesy." He teased, having caught her in all kinds of them recently as his hand found the side of her face. Leaning in and refusing his lips back to hers with an edge of possession always prominent in the man. Simply kissing what was his and what would always be.

Spencer James It was true. She had been cheesy as fuck lately, but she couldn't help it, nor did she think he'd mind a little extra attention here and there as it was always positive and complimentary of them or him or both. Feeling his hands take to the sides of her face, his lips met hers with the possession she knew to expect in his kiss. For nearly two years, the two had been just as hot together as they were on that first night that would send their lives into a permanent arc together, yet the woman wouldn't have had it any other way. Pressing her lips back to his, just as firmly as he offered her, her hands slipped from the back of his neck, giving him the ability to possess her as he wished as her hands passed down the length of his arms to find his wrists, holding onto the man as he held onto her, unable to deny her love or attraction for the man, nor would she ever.

John James Never quite understanding how he wanted this woman with a relentless hunger. Should you have told the man years ago that he'd be married much less obsessed with that same woman two years after, his reaction would have been near violent. Yet, there they were. The only woman that could convince him capable of monogamy. Feeling her at his wrists as his arms tightened around her as his tongue smoothed to part her lips.

Spencer James As his hand tightened at the side of her face, she felt the smoothing of his tongue over the part of her lips, requesting entrance although she knew he could have just as easily taken it, knowing it was his to take.  Her own lips parted to his, her tongue slipping through to greet his own, willing to bring him into her mouth or be taken into his, either way she was a willing participant.  Her hands gripped more firmly against his wrists, holding on to him in the moment before all at once that wasn’t enough.  One hand left his wrist to reach for the side of his neck, gripping firmly against him as the intensity of his kiss had surely taken what flame she had already held for him and fanned it, creating something that could take them both down soon enough.  

John James Feeling her part her lips, his tongue would smooth with ease over hers. Dominating that kiss as he did most things. Hands against opposite sides of the hips he had started with from the fullness of his grasp as he felt her find the side of his neck. Feeling the water coursing down his back as he seemed to block that stream by no wish of his own. Still, taking to her all the same as he could only imagine what that head of hers had come up in the way of her tattoo. Much less what she would be expecting of his own.

Spencer James In each moment that would pass, she’d find them too far apart.  She needed him closer, closer than he could ever be, but closer.  As his tongue found her own, her hand shifted to the back of his neck.  Deft fingertips gripped against his flesh as she lifted her chin higher to remain within that kiss even as she drew into him.  Needing to feel him against her, she brought her other arm to wrap around his neck, providing the pull she’d need to find herself pressing to him, making the position of the kiss less comfortable for the both of them, but satisfying her need to be closer to the man.  

John James Feeling her pull in closer where he’d have to angle his head and neck all too sharply to meet her, he’d inhale deeply as his lips lured from hers. Allowing her that closeness that sadly could only be skin deep as his lips found her shoulder. Allowing her that access as he nipped at the spot where her neck and shoulder met. Hands drawing down her petite structure further.

Spencer James Giving up that kiss was a tragedy, but feeling his teeth nip against her would prove to further light that fire within his wife that he knew existed there. As his hands traveled further down against her, her arms swept around his neck, pulling into the larger structure of the man although never able to find a space that was truly close enough. Her own lips found the curve of his neck, as she molded against him. "You are so fucking hot," she reminded him, knowing already that he wouldn't believe her while also knowing he would know she truly found it to be the case.

John James Hearing her suggestion as his lips drew in the taste of her, knowing that one to be a far cry from the truth yet she stated it so consistently and with so much emphasis that for a moment it was believable. Then he remembered himself and knew better. Having a hard time believing that a woman of her caliber could really think such a thing as his hands would trail down. Gripping over her ass as he’d go with it for now considering he got to touch her in this capacity and that was the most important thing to him.

Spencer James Feeling the grip of his hands to her ass, she naturally rose to her tip toes, drawing further into him as her teeth found the lower curve of his ear, nipping against him as her arms drew tighter around him, sustaining a bit of her own body weight as she attempted to find that space of closer, though all the while knowing it did not exist.  Humming softly against his ear, one hand found the back of his neck where she’d softly massage against the base of his neck, engaging in him entirely as he had her full attention.  Stolen moments from parenthood that seemed to rule them these days, though all the while finding a way to make sure they stayed just as important to one another as they had been before the two boys were in the picture.  Although they could never find enough time for one another, they managed to make the most of whatever time they could find and for that, she would be eternally grateful.  She could feel his own desires for her in the way he touched her, they way he kissed her, and the way the two never did give in to the outside forces that were always but a moment away.

John James Never needing to hide or pretend that he wanted the woman as it seeped through him and built steadily. Just when he thought he couldn’t want her anymore, he found a way. Something primal ignited deep within him and he’d never be able to understand nor did he have the capability to understand but it was easily the deepest, strangest, more incredible thing he had ever been part of and ever would be. Gripping her ass firm as he felt her against his neck as he found himself distracted. Lured back to her lips where he wanted her kiss and all of her at once with no way of deciding what he wanted first or most.

Spencer James A shift of his head would bring his lips near enough to her own that she’d quickly and easily answer the man’s desire as it matched her own evenly.  Pressing her lips firmly to his, her hands tensed at the back of his neck, her entire body partaking in the exchange at their lips in one way or another.  A hum found her lips immediately as she remained lifted to her toes at the feel of the grip he held on her ass.  The heat between the two had never seemed to fade, nor did she believe such a thing was possible.  They could fight with the best of them, but when it came to this, their attraction and possession of one another spoke louder than any fight ever could be.  

John James Feeling her take back to his lips like she had been wanting it just the same. Feeling her lift to allow him that grip as he took a step back where he’d see her further to that shower wall. Hands shifting to the back of her thighs as he did so. Preparing to get her back there and lift her off as was expected when they got to this spot as they had quite a few times before. Still feeling the burn on his back and shoulders where the redness would reflect that he simply wasn’t made for hot showers.

Spencer James She knew how this went most of the time, the two opting for one position or another, yet their options were limited in this space, perhaps part of why she liked it so much.  Taking that step back, she felt the wall nearing her own back, another slight shift back and she was there, her shoulders meeting the wall as his hands were pressed between her ass and the tiles.  Releasing the grip of her hand to the back of his neck, her arms drew tight around him, allowing him to lift her up if that was what he was going for, yet willing to remain where they were for just as long as either of them could stand it.  

John James Slipping his hands down her thighs as she got to that wall where his hands were doing perhaps the only thing predictable he’d ever done and pulling her up against him. Assuring they’d both be satisfied in these time restraints and on their way as his lips briefly lifted from hers to assure she was seated safely against his hips as he knew her legs would tighten around them as he’d guide her back to meet the tile once again.

Spencer James As his hands gripped the backs of her thighs, she felt her feet leave the tub floor a moment later, pulled up to his chest, eliminating their height difference.  As his lips parted from her own, her eyes were there at his as she wrapped her legs around him as he knew she would.  Leaning in, she stole a quick kiss as her back found the tile once more, feeling him support her entirely, loving the weightless feeling that came along with the chosen position.  Meeting those hues again, one hand came to the side of his face, a soft pass against his scruff before she was reengaging that kiss just as quickly as it had been lost.

John James Watching her for that split moment it took for her lips to return to his, he’d hum softly as they reconnected. The height difference effectively eliminated as his hands slipped to the bottom of her thighs. Giving her a little something to lean back on and assure she felt supported as he knew what this position meant for her need of leverage. His erection already pressing to her inner thigh as he once again displayed how little it took to get him going with her. Exhaling sheer heat against that kiss.

Spencer James The feeling of him securing her there against him was one she was accustomed to, but forever appreciated.  She’d never had a fear of falling with this man, always knowing from day one that he’d have her.  If there was one thing she knew, it was that no harm would come to her that he did not fully intend to inflict.  Feeling him returning that kiss just as fiercely as she began it, she’d continue fanning the flames.  Reaching down with one hand, she guided her hand between them, finding the base of his cock that pressed to her inner thigh.  Stroking her hand against his length, she brought the head of his cock to her entrance, parting herself as she drew him there against her, not making any effort to press over him, yet simply showing him just how wet she was for him without a single spoken word.

John James Feeling her teasing him as she knew all too we that he needed her help with this. Humming low to her lips as he hardly needed to be convinced. Knowing in theory how good she felt yet it would always take him off guard how good it truly was as each time felt like the first. Still burning for her in ways he had given up on trying to understand. Hands gripping firm at her thighs in a way he'd know she'd feel and recognize as it was just another expression of what laid deep within them both.

Spencer James Feeling the grip of his hands against her, the hold was not mistaken for anything less than it was.  The feeling of being possessed by him radiated through her, forever sparking something within her that only he had ever seen, at times making her think he had created it within her.  Tracing the part of her entrance with the head of his cock, he would feel the proof of what he had done to her with so little effort needed as the woman was almost always ready for him in some capacity and now would prove to be no different.  Bringing him to her entrance, her lips remained pressed firmly to his, the heat of that kiss never failing as she lined him against her, giving him the ability to lower her against him whenever and at whatever pace he so desired as she held to his base, focusing now in the passing of her lips against his.

John James Feeling her getting that alignment right finally, he couldn't have been anymore eager to drag her down. Allowing just that as that alignment held. Guiding her against himself before his hands would stop. Getting just enough of himself within before his own hips would take over. Keeping her still as he guide forward where he was allowing her still. Lips loosened from hers but all for good reason.

Spencer James The feeling of him controlling her entirely was all too arousing to the woman who felt at her very best when he was in full control as he was in this moment.  As he guided her down, not giving her the full length of himself, yet leaving her wanting for more, her lips grew lax against his just as his loosened.  Breathing through him as he’d find that initial gasp that was never too far away, she felt him shift forward, the angle itself enough to steal her breath.  Releasing her hold from the base of his cock, she brought her hand up to the back of his neck, fingertips tensing against his skin as she lowered her chin slightly, breaking the kiss entirely as she allowed a soft whine to pass her lips.

John James Feeling her gasp in response of him as he knew he felt exactly the same but was merely better at containing it. Her hand to the back of his neck allowing his hips to take over and pull forward. Dragging every last, unapologetic inch of himself within her as the two had always fit and aligned perfectly. Something he attributed to mere luck considering how bad it would have been to have abruptly married a woman he didn’t have such chemistry with. The same chemistry that carried them through when there was nothing else but just this as his forehead would find hers.

Spencer James Within his hold, her legs drew tight around him, her hands to his neck as her back found the shower wall.  With her own head lowered slightly at that initial sweep of the man within her, she felt his forehead finding hers.  The intimacy becoming a near constant in moments such as this, though they both knew how to turn it off in an instant when the moment called for it, she felt it radiating off the man as he held her, giving every inch of himself to her as he simply prolonged the whine there at her lips.  They had an hour, but they could make the very most of it as they had proven they still had the ability to go from nothing to everything in one minute’s time.  “I fucking love you,” she whispered honestly, barely able to manage the words, and yet they belonged to him entirely in that moment and she couldn’t deny him of that which they held for the two.

John James Hearing her confession that always had a different tone to it in these moments, he’d smirk momentarily as he caught onto the sound of it. “I love you too.” he’d return. A statement once more difficult than swallowing glass now coming somewhat easily as he felt her entirely absorbing him into her very blood stream as his hips would draw backwards several inches before returning to her. Giving her a taste of friction and what he was fully able to give her in this moment and that was all of himself.

Spencer James Drawing both arms to wrap around his neck, she pressed herself fully to him as she felt him taking that first sweep back, giving the feeling of emptiness though she was far from it, before he was drawing back within her once again.  Earning another gasp at her lips, she leaned her head back, unable to hold the press of their foreheads as she felt him pulsing through her, taking her over entirely, wiping away any and all thoughts that existed before this moment.  No matter how many times the man had her in this position or any other, she felt it consume her as if it were that first time on a hotel room floor that she couldn’t even remember clearly.  “Fuck,” she whined, the back of her head finding the shower wall as her fingertips grasped against his upper back, holding to him as he gave himself to her, drawing a whining sigh from her lips with each and every pass that would echo against the bathroom walls, soaked in by the shower that ran against John’s back, a shower for the two never really just a shower as such a thing just wasn’t possible.

John James Admittedly, bits and pieces of that first encounter had returned to him in the months after. An encounter that had hardly been just one but it was to be expected even when both of them were so highly intoxicated. Still managing to answer to call of carnal lust. Deflecting the shower water from his back, he felt her grip at his back while he repeated what would be just one of many movements of his own hips between her thighs. Watching her head meet the wall all while his lips found her jawline, demanding that access.

Spencer James The feeling of his lips to her jawline would never be done without a reaction of the woman.  Though he owned her in many ways, this would forever be one of her favorites.  Feeling a hint of possession in most every way the man touched her, but this would always be one of her favorites.  One hand slipped to the back of his neck, tensing, encouraging him there as she lifted her chin a bit more to him, allowing him that full canvas that she knew he was after.  Sighing to the feeling as she felt him shifting his hips to guide himself deep within her once more.  Her body completely in tune with the man, responding to him entirely in that hour before she’d mark her flesh for him indefinitely.  Knowing the permanency of that which they were to do beyond this heightened everything for her, taking that bond to a still deeper level when previously she wouldn’t have believed deeper existed.

John James Never having a doubt as to the permanency of the two since Rhys was born and a bond all their own was forged. Between the normal bond of two people having a child together but that which her father had attempted to take her out with, had strengthened them and help John believe in his daughter further. It would come as ironic that the proof of their time together would be just under their shirt. One side in stab scars and deflated lung capacity and the other in ink plighting his troth. "You ever remember any of that first night together?" The man asked lowly as he took to increasing his pace gradually.

Spencer James Hearing his question, a sigh passed her lips, though it wouldn’t be clear if it was the question or the motion of his hips against her.  Not bothering to lift her head, remaining just as she had been as to give him the free roam against her flesh, knowing all the while if he wanted her any differently, he would make it happen as he always did and she would always be that willing participant.  “Mmm, little bit,” she confessed, drawing a sharp breath at the feeling of the man there between her thighs.  “Remember the first time I saw you… Remember asking Gia to introduce me… Remember lots and /lots/ of alcohol… Remember arriving to the hotel… Remember how your hand took the side of my neck and you kissed me against a wall…”. She offered, giving up all she remembered while wondering now if it meant he remembered more of that night than she did.  “What about you?” she asked, now curious as her hand found the curve of his shoulder.

John James Hearing her confession about what she remembered which was truthfully a lot more than before. Pressing his lips to her neck before locating her pulse. Enamel scraping over the source of her power as he'd angle up against her. "Same..." he'd confess as his lips pressed where her neck and shoulder met. "But this." This same position had been what started him which was maybe why they kept returning to it.

Spencer James Hearing him admit to remembering the same, a moment later she’d find out that he actually remembered more.  “This?” she asked, feeling his kiss to the side of her neck, the threat of his teeth barely scraping against her.  A smile crept across her features as it all seemed to make a bit more sense to her.  “We went in the bathroom because there were too many people,” she seemed to remember, though she also remembered that didn’t much matter later in the night as they had both woken up stark ass naked on the hotel room floor, indicating they must’ve given up on that as the night progressed.  Humming softly, her hand tensed at the back of his neck, not sure how he remembered more than she did, but glad he did as it had opened up a bit more within her own mind as well.  Two years later, finally piecing together a bit more of just how they got where they were, yet she’d never be sorry for anything that happened that night as it opened the door to the rest of her life and there was nothing to regret when it came to where she was now.

John James "This. He agreed, hearing her explain what she remembered. Nodding as why it had mattered to them then and wouldn't now, he'd never quite get. Rocking his hips forward as his lips would find hers. "Had to be a pretty good lay to remember it." Much less to marry it. Teeth drawing at her bottom lip.

Spencer James As he captured her lower lip, her smile stolen for the cut of her eyes to his as he was striking something within her that would easily play out very well for the both of them as he well knew a bit of sentiment with the woman went a very long way.  Her hand spanned the back of his neck, finding the lower baseline of his hair where her fingertips slipped between strands.  Humming her agreement as she quite liked the idea that he had remembered that all of this time as in those early days, it was literally all they had.

John James Roughly jolting his hips forward as the woman got far too comfortable and he could hardly allow it. Always making unpredictability his ally rather than his enemy that he joined with to get good at this woman of his. Feeling her through his hair as his eyes would meet to hers. Reading each response as to what he'd need to do more or less of as his hands clutched at the sides of her hips in a grip screaming his possession.

Spencer James The sudden thrust of his hips forward drew her back from the grip of his teeth at her lower tier, a full cry leaving her lips at the suddenness of the motion that had the head of his cock striking her core all at once.  Not expecting it as she was clearly in a different place altogether, feeling the sentiment that he remembered their first time together, that it had been like this in a hotel room full of drunk, drugged out strangers, only to be sharply returned to the here and now of the moment where he demanded her full attention be there on him as the possession in his grip was never greater.  He wanted to play, to keep her on her toes, and as he well knew, she’d play right into it.  Meeting his eyes just beyond the scream that would echo through the walls of the bathroom, both of her hands took to the back of his head as her lips pressed to his suddenly.  The firmness of her kiss was matched only in the tension of her hands at the back of his head, her arms sweeping around to give herself a bit of leverage to lift herself against, determined that he wasn’t to be the only one that could steal a breath here.  Taking a bit of control herself as she forever sought to do, though they both knew she’d back down to him at any point in time that he might demand it.  Drawing back from the sudden kiss, her teeth bit at his lower lip as her eyes daringly cut up to his.

John James Showing that he could get her sentimental just to launch her in the present, she'd have to be with him entirely as he had the habit of altering the world around him to his liking and this would be no different. Hearing her screaming response that drew a smile from him as he loved that scream. The vocal outburts. Any reaction he could prompt as he felt her lift to allow herself some movement. Allowing her it as their eyes met. Challenging her in that moment to do the same with her own hips as he had just done to her.

Spencer James Meeting his eyes as she found that look there within, she let her teeth sink deeper against his lower tier as she lured her back free of the wall, pressing her body entirely to him.  Drawing her hips up from his, her stomach muscles trembled at the athleticism it would take to do so as gravity stated that she should remain down against him.  Lifting her entire body weight, she’d hold herself there over him, barely allowing an inch to remain within her as her eyes remained there to his.  Letting him grow cold outside of her, waiting, tugging against his lower tier before she pushed her hips down all at once, impaling herself just to draw his fullest attention.  A cry left her own lips as she released his lower lip, the strike to her core just as deep as it had been a moment before at John’s doing, drawing forth the same reaction.

John James Knowing as she lifted and held that this push back down, whenever she saw fit to bless him with it, would be unreal. Complete and utter euphoria as he was become for it already while knowing there was no preparing. Feeling her release her bottom lip before her hips were against him. Drawing a low growl of a groan from him as his hands tightened at her hips. Regaining his power as his hips were striking roughly against her a moment later. Giving her no break from that initial push before he was taking over with no break in sight.

Spencer James Before she could even begin to recover from that which she had done to herself there for the sound of his groan, she felt him instantly engaging once more.  Her power had been short lived and well received, but now it was him entirely as his hands tightened at her sides as he was returning to that which he had a minute before.  Soft whines escaped her as she found the curve of his neck with her face, teeth finding his shoulder as she bit against him.  Never needing permission or invitation, she used the bite of her teeth to transfer back to him that which she felt deep within those walls that he was assaulting.  Her nails found the back of his neck, pain introduced as it would more than likely remain as such.  “Fuck,” she complained, a brief moment of relief was offered to the man from the grip of her teeth in his flesh, though they both knew as long as she had this access, she’d take it.

John James Neither of them lived for or needed permission. Not now, not ever. There was a freedom in it and always had been with her. It was just sheer coincidence that they reacted so well together for it. Having no doubt he'd leave this with her marks be it her teeth or nails as he drove deeper at the coming of that sharp sting to his back. Always loving it as he swept his hips roughly to her. Hot and heavy in a pace that neither could sustain for long.

Spencer James Turning her head to the side, her teeth found the lower curve of his ear as her nails spoke her possession to the man’s back in long strides that burned red in her wake.  He had sustained her weight for the entire time, and now as he found this pace, she knew neither of them could back down from this, nor would they be able to sustain it, as the only option was to fall victim to it.  Heated breath fell against his ear as each one left her lips with a soft whine.  “Don’t stop,” she challenged him in her raspy toned whisper there to his ear.  Feeling her walls tightening around him, she knew all too well that feeling as it mounted within her, slowly creeping up her spine, through her body entirely as it all became clouded and thinking outside of this space was not remotely possible.  

John James Hearing her challenging of stopping, it wouldn’t happen. It felt entirely too good to him to stop as both of them were right there in the same space as one another. Not something that happened often but he’d be damned if it wasn’t good to be on the same page as her voice echoed through his ear. Feeling her contracting around him as his own orgasm swept through him. Working towards it steadily and knowing she’d follow as he did so. Loving the burn of his back in that moment that the heat of the water only seemed to make worse.

Spencer James The unrelenting force of his hips against hers had her drawing her arms to wrap around the back of his head, drawing him into the curve of her own neck as she held onto him, holding onto her release, holding on to everything in that moment as not a single second would be taken for granted.  Her cheek pressed to the side of his face, her lips there to his ear giving him every sigh, every whine, every breath that would pass her lips as her hands gripped at blonde strands to the back of his head.  The tension within her was mounting more and more rapidly as she felt the familiar tremble of her stomach muscles.  “John, I…” she began, pausing in her statement as her breath hitched, feeling that feeling rising within her, swelling beneath the surface, demanding her full attention as her walls collapsed around him, not giving her the opportunity to ask for permission as she might’ve normally done so.  Instead, he was met with the contractions of her walls gripping tightly around him, pulsing, against him as his wife whined softly into his ear at the pressure that was just behind that release.  

John James Both hearing and feeling her tension as no one had ever nor would ever quite react to him the way she did. Hearing her pause in her after delivering his name which always sounded better from her. Feeling the swell of her walls against him as another sharp press and he was losing his own breath. Hitching, lost to never be found as the heat of his release pulled over him. “Cum for me.” he’d seem to demand a moment later yet the tone of his voice suggesting he was but a moment behind as he kept at those contracting and heated walls that always rendered him speechless and never more in these moments when it all came full circle.

Spencer James His request was perfectly timed as she couldn’t hold back that release for another moment.  She fell silent as she leaned her head back, unable to maintain the intimacy of the embrace she had started there, trusting his hands to not let her fall as her hands found the backs of his arms, nails digging against his flesh as her lips parted.  Losing her own breath in the moment as she felt the rush of warmth flow from her, washing over him, coating his length within her as his hips never did still, demanding that she give him all of that which he had earned where she would not deny him a moment of it.  Her eyes clenched shut tightly as the back of her head found the shower wall, giving in to a release that came far too soon for her liking, and yet it was entirely honest and true to form as she always thought she could hold out a little longer, yet never really could.  This man wouldn’t allow it, try as she may.  Her walls contracted around him, pulsing as the warmth of her release coated him, giving into him fully.  Never wanting to feel her own walls still as it felt too good to her in that moment, wishing only that there was some way to sustain this feeling, to hold onto it, to collapse around him for hours upon hours until she was too exhausted to think.  Finally, she’d draw a sharp breath, attempting to find the air she’d been deprived of in the length of that release.

John James Gripping at her firmly as there wasn’t another place he’d allow her to be then right there with him feeling all that the moment had to offer. Feeling the warmth of her as she’d give in to that feeling while he gave into his own. Swearing if he had not been needing to in the first place that he might cum just from the sight of her doing the same. Driving his hips promptly forward again and again into those contracting walls where she’d recognize his urgency before his face found the side of her neck. Groaning deeply as he burrowed his seed deep within her where he stood.

Spencer James The intensity in his hips spoke volumes to where he was, leaving her to wish for her own strength back if only to help him there and yet she knew he didn’t need her help at all.  Still lost somewhere in her own release, she felt him finding the curve of her neck, knowing the man well enough to know that he was there, on the very edge, submitting to her and that release simultaneously.  Her hand found the back of his neck, her breath falling against his ear as she whispered for him the same words he’d offer her previously.  “Cum for me,” she whispered, still trying to find her own breath and yet she’d bite against her lower tier as she felt his warmth flooding deep within her, pushing past the contractions of her own walls that still pulsed around him, assuring that when the needle did take to her skin, it would be with him still deep within her.  

John James Assuring he had burrowed his seed deep within her on the push forward, knowing she’d feel him somewhere all together entirely as he assured she’d feel him for hours to come. Only led deeper by those contracting walls as his breath fell heavy to her skin as the euphoria settled. Hearing her return his own usual statement had held a perverse reaction on the man. Not one to hear it or be told to but quite liking it for reasons that alluded him though he still felt like it had all been on his own time as his lips pressed to her shoulder. Letting his mouth linger there as his breath fell rugged and heavy.

Spencer James Feeling the heat of his breath as the heat of his seed filled her entirely, she didn’t dare try to move in that moment, though she knew soon enough her feet would have to find the floor of the tub once again, though she knew the intimacy of this would never be lost.  Her fingers stroked at the back of his neck as they both tried to catch their breath, working together entirely too quickly to find those releases as time was not on their side this time, becoming quite masterful at the quickies.  Turning her head slightly, she pressed her lips to his temple, finally drawing one leg down from around him, her toes not quite able to find the floor, but giving him the option of some relief of not having to support her weight any longer.

John James Helping her down to her feet where his hands would find the shower wall a moment later. Bracing himself as he recovered whether she’d choose to stand between his two hands or not. Feeling her to his temple as his jaw clenched in the faint illusion of a smirk. Those quick encounters were hardly his favorite but they accomplished the task and for that he had to be grateful for even affording those most days just to get their fill.

Spencer James Remaining there before him even once her feet had found the floor again, her hands came to his sides as she leaned into him, pressing her lips to his inked chest.  Breathing against him, drawing in their joint scent, she felt the tremble in her hands.  Their encounter leaving her weak as it felt strange to put weight on her own legs again.  Leaning back against the wall, her eyes shifted up towards him as they took that minute, neither trying to move away from the other, yet not in the greatest of spaces to continue the intimacy in those moments after like they were both prone to doing.  Lifting one hand to the side of his face, her eyes found his as a tired smile took her features.  “I love you,” she promised.

John James Feeling her to his sides before his head lifted, feeling her to his face as he met her eyes and her statement. “I love you too.” he’d answer with ease, a lazy kiss finding her lips before he’d find the tip of her nose and her forehead. She had completely ruined him for anyone else and she knew it. Brushing his fingers through his hair as he felt the water to his back which he’d now take a step back to emerge himself in and wash away the evidence.

Spencer James Humming softly as he returned those words without a moment of pause, never entirely getting used to hearing them spoken so easily, though loving the surprise that went along with them at every turn.  Feeling his lips meet hers before he’d press a kiss to her nose and forehead, her smile widened as she remained with her back to the shower wall as he backed away and found himself beneath the stream of water.  Watching him, she made no secret of it as she just simply admired the man.  Tempted to join him, but knowing she couldn’t do so without distracting him as her lips ached for his kiss once again already.

John James Reaching for his bottle of body wash as he popped open the lid, applying a liberal amount into his palms as he started up his lather. Arms first and working himself through subsequently. Glancing up to look over towards her, a sight of her looking back at him that might have otherwise freaked him out a few years back though it merely caused him to shake his head now. “You alright there?”

Spencer James “Mhm,” she replied simply as she watched him with the bottle of body wash, recalling all too easily that such glances were once stolen and not to be caught within or she’d face awkward glances or alterations of the scene she was admiring, yet now they both seemed to let one another have these moments for the most part.  “I could not be better,” she assured as there was absolutely nothing wrong with the woman aside from the fact that his lips were not pressed to hers.  

John James “I don’t know…” he stated as he simply watched her, still not sure he’d ever get used to this sort of thing as he playfully shook his head at her. Not sure he could take it much longer as he’d reach out, finding her hips and pulling her towards him. “Stop looking at me.” he’d playfully challenge her as his lips pressed firmly to hers.

Spencer James Feeling his hands grip her sides, pulling her into him, a request at his lips before those same lips were pressing firmly against her own, she felt him race through her veins all at once all over again, a surge that existed within her seemingly more often than not.  Both of her hands drew to the sides of his neck, fingertips grasping at the man as this kiss was exactly what she was missing in those moments since the two had become two instead of one once more, yet this, this was like air to the woman.  

John James Feeling her to his neck as he’d press his lips deeply to hers. Not capable of anything less than sheer intensity which seemed to be a family trait through and through as his hands remained to her hips. Tracing her structure in a way only he could and only a way he could admire. Humming low before he’d draw off. A familiar look in his eyes as he seemed to tease her without quite knowing it as he dumped a thick handful of the body wash within and took to her skin with it.

Spencer James Although she had only experienced the man moments before, that desire never did seem to fade out entirely as it was as natural to her as the air she breathed within her lungs, needing it to function, feeling it wrap around her at all times although it could rarely be seen.  As the kiss was drawn back at the sound of his hum, her eyes met his to find that familiar look in his own hues nearly speaking to the same things she felt in that moment.  As his hands took to her with the body wash against his palms, she kept her eyes set there to his.  “You gonna tell me about your tattoo?” she asked, almost reaching for his body wash before she’d realize he’d already finished while she had been there against the wall.

John James "No." he'd state resolutely, deliberate and firm. Leaving room for not even her to attempt to argue as this was his ballgame entirely. Even for her bratty ass no doubt about to argue with him. "You'll see it when it's done." He offered, as if it was any consolation whatsoever when he knew it was in fact little as he applied the body wash to his hands and began to work a thick lather up her sides and hips, drawing over her stomach where he'd clearly make the most of the task as his hands swept up.

Spencer James Finding him to be unmoving in the matter, even this woman knew when not to push the man as she couldn’t get blood from a stone and in that moment, she would have a better shot at the stone than him.  Humming her submission, she felt his hands to her flesh, washing her as if she were an extension of him while knowing she in fact was.  Biting at her lower lip as she let a slight smirk steal her grip.  “You know, it’s probably a good thing you fucked me before this because you’re about two passes of those hands against me from making me want you all over again,” she confessed, knowing the desire would be tenfold if she couldn’t still feel him prodding within her from the events against the wall.

John James "Just making sure you're clean." Innocent as ever as he passed up her chest, making the most of this as he always would. Infatuated with her through and through in a fire that would never dim. Still something of a shock to him considering he had tired of women before but never this one. She kept his interest every turn of the way.

Spencer James “Mmm,” she hummed, eyeing him as she seemed to know better as no action from her would be so innocent, therefore she could only begin to imagine that he was not as innocent as he claimed to be either.  “Wouldn’t want your wife to leave the house dirty,” she teased as if his intentions were so honest and true.  “Only you jumped the gun and didn’t let me return the favor,” she accused, though she’d never bother attempting to display such innocence as they’d both know she was simply full of shit.

John James "Never." Though finding her plenty dirty in her own right. If only just for him. Smoothing over her chest as he heard her accusation. A shake of his head. "I'm not sorry." He'd confess to her and he was incapable of It with her as his hands finally drew to her shoulders before he was reaching for fresh soap.

Spencer James “You’re not sorry,” she asked as he was finding more soap, giving her a moment’s opportunity to slip up against him.  Pressing her body against his as she lifted her chin to look at the taller man.  “How /not/ sorry are you exactly, Mister James?” she asked as though there were repercussions for his lack of remorse for his sins.  “You see, what’s good for one is good for the other, is it not?  And I do believe I have been neglected the opportunity to touch /every/ part of you the way you are taking such enjoyment in doing to me…” Clicking her tongue as though this was the highest offense, she toyed with him as her hands came to his sides.  

John James "You can resoap me...I guess." Begrudgingly giving her that with a shake of his head. "But the answer is simple. It's because I like your body more than you like mine which is completely understandable seein' how you got the short end of this and I hit the lottery." He'd confess, having it all worked out, offering her the soap bottle.

Spencer James Taking the soap bottle from him, though knowing it was a waste of the product seeing as he was already clean and there was a fairly decent chance she would get them both stuck in that shower a while longer if she had her way about it.  Taking that step back from him as the soap found her hand, placing it back to the ledge in the shower where there were about twelve bottles, yet only two were his, she rubbed her hands together to generate that lather as she looked up into his eyes, a smirk to her lips as the brat in her showed itself as she got her way.  “You do not like my body more than I like yours,” she argued as such a concept was ridiculous in her eyes as she loved everything about that man and that body and would not be told otherwise.  “I got the short end of nothing with the exception of maybe my height,” she stated as her hands found his chest, smoothing against him as she soaped him up.

Spencer After noon, she turned over in bed to reach for John only to discover he wasn’t there beside her, remembering at once that it wasn’t morning and she wasn’t waking just like any other time.  This had been different.  This had been of John’s design.  Instantly a tired smile took her features as she slowly lured herself up from where she laid.  Not usually one to sleep well without him, nor was she one to like waking alone, but this time it was quite alright with her as she knew what awaited her downstairs.  In a t-shirt and her short shorts, she drew her hair up in a high ponytail to the back of her head, looping it through and allowing the mess to remain a mess, only slightly organized now as she made her way down the hall, peeking into the boys’ rooms to find out if either of them were down for their naps.  She’d been out for nearly six hours, far longer than she thought a nap to take, but fully rested which was sure to please her husband.  As she rounded the base of the stairs, her eyes were already taking a quick sweep to locate the trio of trouble who had the run of the house all morning.

John Finally having caught a bit of rest in between Paw Patrol, John might have been the one dipping out first only to be awoken briefly by River’s excited laughter and clapping but as John went out Rhys would do the same. Held on his chest, head turned against his father’s chest plate as one arm supported the back of him. Hand sprawled as if he’d go anywhere while his other arm was drawn out to the rest of the side of the couch where River laid. Cheek pressed to John’s bicep and out just as quickly. All three out to the world as last he had been awake, his wife had been asleep. Now it was his time to play catch up even if only briefly in this moment.

Spencer As she rounded the base of the stairs, beyond excited to see the three of them, she found them, passed out on the sofa in about the sweetest position that accurately described John as even in his sleep, he was protecting those boys.  She knew if she touched either of the boys to move them to their beds that it would wake John, which was something she didn’t want to do, yet at the same time, she wanted to help take some of the load off the man who had been at it far longer than she’d intended leaving him for.  Deciding to leave them as they were for the moment, she went into the kitchen to start a pot of coffee, leaning against the counter simply watching the three of them sleep as she waited for the coffee to brew.

John The sleep would only be so light in this position as anytime Rhys would move or lift his head, he was up. The same with River as he held to his arm. A steady pool of slobber seeming to coat him in every angle but his own mouth. It was that kind of light sleep that would keep him able to look after the two. In only a few minutes time, Rhys had given up a yawn. Even that slight movement causing John to tiredly open his eyes. Unaware that he was being watched as he glanced down towards the boy concluding that yawn and settling back into place which would allow him to close his own eyes and get back to it if only for the moment.

Spencer As the coffee finished, Spencer was too intently watching John tend to Rhys at the slightest stir, not entirely sure how he could manage sleeping like this, maintaining full control, without passing out.  He was amazing and there was no changing her mind in the matter.  Coming around from the kitchen, she leaned in, her hands gently taking to Rhys’ sides as she whispered softly to John.  “Hey, I’ve got him,” she assured, doing her best not to startle the man, only willing to relieve him of Rhys and take him upstairs to his bed so that John could do the same should he want some actual rest.  When he opened his eyes, he’d find his wife as well rested as he’d ever seen her, perhaps the last time being sometime before her last trimester of pregnancy, a few hours of uninterrupted sleep wearing well on the woman.

John As he closed his eyes, he heard the voice of the woman a moment later as he opened up again. Watching her take to Rhys as his hand slipped from his back though he had been just fine and stuck there regardless. Not bothering to complain. He’d give up a yawn of his own though silently this time to not disturb River on his own. Pressing his head back into the couch where his eyes were closing once again showing he wasn’t too horribly startled by it all.

Spencer Securing Rhys against her, quite pleased that she hadn’t startled John as that could have turned bad in a quick moment, she drew back, holding the boy to her chest as she made her way to the stairs.  A few moments later, she was at the top of the stairs and in Rhys’ room, laying him down in his crib where she’d stand over him, rubbing his back softly to assure she hadn’t woken him in the transition.  Once she was sure he was still asleep, she made her way back downstairs to do the same with River, relieving John entirely so that he could check out for a while.  “Why don’t you go upstairs and lay down?” she suggested as she drew her hands under River, attempting to move him without waking him as she had been able to manage with Rhys.

John Hearing her voice once more as she drew at River now, not so sure she’d manage given his position. He’d grumble his response as he was just fine with River there as he had been fine with Rhys there despite he wouldn’t be getting a deep sleep with either of them there and his defenses on high. Not expecting the woman to know that even though she had experienced it first hand with just that little yawn, he’d tilt his head to the side and settle back in.

Spencer She wouldn’t push the man any further to go upstairs, understanding that sometimes a nap on the sofa could be just as fulfilling, only wanting to give him a bit of the opportunity that he had given to her.  Lifting River up, she’d have to lean him back against her chest, turning him around a moment later where he’d fuss against her.  “Hey, you’re alright,” she assured, whispering to the boy as she headed for the stairs, having a feeling this one might have been a bit more challenging.  Once she was up in his room, she did just as she had with Rhys, remaining for a moment before she’d slip out of the door, assuring both boys were asleep in their beds with one more check from her before she was heading back downstairs.  Forgetting about her coffee entirely, she went to the sofa where John slept in that awkward position, taking a seat off to the other side of the sofa before one hand was reaching out for his, tugging softly against the man as she encouraged him there to her own lap.

John Remaining in nearly that same position as he had without the boys, fingertips touching the floor by the time the woman was returning and again against him. His eyes drowsily opening if only briefly as he moved in her direction and got his head into lap at her willing. Nudging himself further against her where he’d get himself a nice little spot before he got comfortable and slipped out once again. One hand finding her knee as she became a human pillow in that moment.

Spencer Offering him that space against her, if there was one thing she knew, the both of them slept better with one another.  Her fingertips drew to the side of his face, gently stroking against him, she leaned her own head back.  Not tired, just relaxed, enjoying the fact that she might be able to give a little bit of that back to him.  Slowly shifting that hand to his shoulder, finding a comfortable place to rest her own hand against him, her thumb stroked softly to the man’s arm through the fabric of his shirt.

John He was out to the world for every bit of about a half hour before he’d even show signs of life within her lap. Hand tightening gently at her knee before a shift of his breathing suggesting he was waking up. Eyes opening a few moments later as he glanced up towards her as if briefly confused as to how he had gotten from the couch to her lap with no prior memory of it but there he was and attempting to make sense of it before a heavy hand would find his face.

Spencer Feeling the tension in his hand gripping her, she hadn’t realized she’d dozed off in that time as well.  The man’s breathing being enough to lure her back to sleep.  The grasp of his hand to her knee was enough to draw her out of that light slumber, as though she’d never been in it in the first place.  As he wiped his hand there over his face, the confusion was evident, yet she wouldn’t bombard him with information.  Instead, giving him that time to wake up as her hand softly smoothed over the curve of his shoulder.  

John “Mmm…” he would hum as he saw her having faded off as well which had him lifting from her lap. Drawing back as he laid on his side to the couch before he was reaching for her. Guiding her to find a place beside him as the both could nap now within one another’s grasp as he definitely had not gotten his fill of both that nap and his ability to hold his wife.

Spencer Feeling him shifting there, she thought he was waking up, but instead felt him luring her there with him a moment later.  A soft smile stole her lips as she easily went with him as he’d suggested silently, easily able to go with most anything he wanted or needed, often times without the need to say a single word.  Knowing there would be more room in their bed for this than there was on the sofa, she wouldn’t dare suggest it as the closeness the sofa provided them with was simply unachievable in the bed as the space would forever require them to spread out a bit.  Here, closeness was required, and for that she would lay with him.  Half tempted to turn her back to him, to allow that full press of their bodies close to one another, she instead opted to face him, to allow her face to rest against his arm, to drape her leg over his, to meet the form of his body with her own.

John Having a different suggestion for this nap already quite contrary to what she had suggested in the first place. He felt her pressing into his arm as his on slipped around her and his head slipped into the couch. Eyes closing once again as he felt her drawing into him and was embraced into the sort of comfort that only she could provide. Yet, still, his sleep would never entirely too deep with these key people around him as he was constantly at the ready and go. Yet, it would be the best he could hope for in these moments thus he was happy for a bit more to refuel the tank.

Spencer She wrapped herself around him as best as she could in the confined space, quite liking the fact that it reinforced the intimacy they were always within in some way or another.  As his eyes closed once again, not managing to be open for too terribly long to begin with, she pressed a soft kiss to his lips before she was burying her face there into his chest, letting her own eyes close again where she’d give into the little nap that had stolen her minutes before.  There was no way she was tired, not after the sleep she’d gotten that morning that was too long to be considered a nap, but something about being close to him would always draw up either arousal or relaxation, and this time proved to be continuing that which he’d started in her that morning by way of relaxing.  

John Giving it about 20 minutes time, the man was back up and at him where he’d roll gently back. Yawning to himself as his arms would stretch. Eyes opening long enough to catch the sight of her before she’d inevitably wake up from that light nap that the two of them had hoped to. Smirking softly to himself at how those plans had changed so suddenly. The true mark of parenthood.

Spencer The movement of the man would be enough to draw her own eyes to open, finding that smirk there before anything else.  A soft smile stole her features as she let her eyes close again, giving herself a moment to wake up, knowing well that this was not what either of them had planned for the time while the boys slept, yet it had been fulfilling just the same.  “Hey you,” she whispered, her hand finding his side with a firm grip.  “Where do you think you’re going?” she asked, her eyes opening to challenge the shift he’d made.

John Hearing her speak as his arms stretched over his head, giving up another yawn as way of explanation before he’d stretch his long limbs. Hearing her question before his eyes would reopen and return to hers. “I didn’t want to yawn in your face.” he reminded her, voice rougher than usual even if that was saying something as he felt her hand to his side and that grip she always seemed to keep on him.

Spencer A hum passed her lips by way of response as she understood that which he’d guard her from, only proving to further that smile to her lips that exposed the whites of her teeth.  “Such a gentleman,” she whispered, using that grip of her hand against him to guide him back within the confines of her hold once more, already missing the pressure of his body there to her own.  “I don’t think I was done with you yet,” she confessed by way of complaint.

John Allowing her guidance as if the man was not tall, he might have been rather petite given his stature as he was long before he was wide. Pulling back into her all the same as he heard her complaint and he shook his head. “Yet.” he specified, showing that one day in this capacity that she might just be as he’d prop his head up against his hand. Elbow to the couch.

Spencer “Never,” she assured as he well knew it, prompting a soft smirk from the woman as he knew it to be a figure of speech and not nearly accurate.  As he propped up against his own hand instead of drawing into her, she groaned her displeasure with it, drawing her leg there over him anyway as her hand found the side of his face.  “Probably got at least another twenty minutes before one of the boys wakes up…” she gathered, estimating how long they’d been out for already.  “Wanna make out?” she teased, as though it would ever be so simple and as if either of them held an ounce of will power to stop there.  “I’ll let you get to third base,” she continued, sweetening the deal.

John Smirking as she drew into him instead, hearing her gather her time as he’d give in finally and allow her the closeness she desired. Hearing her question, his brow would cock as he was pretty sure he hadn’t heard that one in 10 plus years. He hummed low at her making it even better as his hand would find her midback. “What exactly is ‘third base?’” he asked curiously, not quite familiar with it from one step to the other. “Isn’t second like…heavy petting?”

Spencer As he drew into her finally, she met his eyes and the sight of that smirk.  “Well, first base is kissing.  Second base is up the shirt.  So I think third is down the pants, up the shirt, and kissing?” she reasoned, not entirely sure she remembered what it was, but it sounded good just the same.  “So whataya say?” she teased, stealing a kiss to his lips once more as if she were trying to convince him.  “We can take it one base at a time and if at any point you don’t feel comfortable, we can stop.  And I won’t tell anyone.  Promise.”  Teasing him still, she was a little too into playing with the man, a sign that the woman was well rested if nothing else.

John “Mmm…” still not sure if that was what it was but not knowing any different regardless as he pressed his lips back to hers. Hearing her assure him and smiling low at her promise. “Just remember, I’m saving myself for marriage.” he warned as he’d lean in. Pressing his lips back to hers however briefly to attempt to incite that reaction out of her that he knew was brewing somewhere underneath.

Spencer His reminder to her lips would prompt a laugh from the woman, breaking the sanctity of that kiss as she couldn’t possibly sustain it under such conditions.  “Is that so?” she asked, playing along with a game that had started out as her own and somehow fallen into his control.  “My best friend told me if you use a condom and there’s no flesh to flesh contact, then it’s not actually sex,” she lied, something that actually had been told to her at one point in time a million years ago.  “But yeah, I’m good with not going all the way this time.  If you knock me up, I can’t cheer anymore, so it’s better this way,” she continued on, quite liking the idea of meeting him a decade or more sooner as all of those firsts would have belonged to the one they should have all along, never quite getting over that pregnancy revelation that she’d met him too late in life.  

John “It’s not.” he assured her, agreeing with this friend of hers as it sounded like just the kind of lie he would have tried to spin once. Hearing her continue, he had to laugh. “Yeah, the cheerleaders don’t fuck the guys like me anyway.” he reminded her, as in this scenario he was so damn far out of her league. More than usual as she had no reason to like him now but had even less of a reason then. Finding peace in the fact that at any other time, should they have not been forced together, it simply would not have happened.

Spencer “Then the other cheerleaders are idiots because I happen to be in love with you and they just don’t know a good man when they see one,” she reminded him, drawing into his kiss once again, pressing her lips firmly against his own.  With one hand finding the side of his neck, her smile was easily felt there against his lips.  The leg that she’d drawn over his legs lifted to his hip, bringing herself in closer to him.  With a soft hum there to her lips, her kiss intensifying by the moment as she’d stated her feelings for the man as she knew them to be as well as how she thought they would’ve been then as well had the two met under different circumstances, assured in her own mind that no matter what, he was her soulmate, and they would have found themselves in this space one way or another.

John The suggestion that he was a good man could be disputed by many. Much less him. Feeling her take into him with that leg over his hip. Hand slipping up to cradle her jaw as he’d press back into her as he allowed her to think what she wanted by this point. Learning there was no attempt to tell her any different that would succeed now as he’d lean back into her embrace seemingly content with the suggestion that the two could exist in any other platform in any other space or time.

Spencer As he reciprocated her affections, she felt his hand there to her jaw, possessing her as his own just beyond her confession of being in love with him.  Even if they were just playing around, that much was true and would continue to be true through any time or space they existed within.  She easily felt as though she were one half of him and he the other, attempting to find one another through a life apart.  Only once the two were together could they be complete as they were to this day.  As he drew into her, she drew still into him, her lips pressing firmly to his as she tightened her hold on him by way of her leg wrapping around him.  The hand at his neck shifted to give up a full hold of her arm around him, securing him to her, not allowing him to escape should he want to, as though she could actually hold this man down, though they both knew she didn’t stand a chance.

John He’d certainly let her think he could be captured as he held easily enough to her and allowed her to do the same as if there was anywhere else he’d want to be. The early days of his relationship and even her pregnancy proof of the fact that the two could lock themselves away and be perfectly content with one another. Nothing would change here should they ever have the capacity once more for that and these little moments had to prove it as his arm swept her midback.

Spencer Feeling his hold around her matching that which she offered to him, she held him firmly as her lips passed there over his.  A mental image of a teenage girl in a cheerleading uniform and a boy in a cut that was a little too big for him flashed through her mind, unable to not think of what they might have been like then should the stars have aligned a little sooner for the two.  The thought alone brought a smirk to her lips as she slowly sealed the kiss to his lips.  “I probably have that cheer skirt upstairs in a box in the closet,” she teased, as if they could make such things come true, though she wasn’t entirely sure she could still get her ass into it, yet somehow figuring there was no way he was going to let go of her to find out.

John As he heard her teasing, he shook his head gently at her. "I don't think so." Acting as if he simply was not into it, his lips would tighten. "You've obviously kept it for a reason. Because you want to keep it. I'd hate to defile it. I hear cum stains are pretty hard to get out of some fabric." He challenged, showing his hand as his eyes found hers.

Spencer It was all too tempting for her to get up and go get that skirt, more than willing to sacrifice it to him, but it would mean leaving him at the same time, ultimately deciding it could wait for another time in another place where the two would have far more time to enjoy it than they would here.  Nodding her head softly, she agreed as though it was his words that had talked her out of it.  Leaning back in to press her lips to his, her hand venturing there between them to find the protrusion in his shorts.  Her hand formed over him as her lips did the same, both with equal intensity as she made that first move that would test the limits on if the two could actually just make out or if they’d lack the control to throw on the brakes.

John Pressing his lips to hers, the man would hum at her lips as if he was surprised as he felt the cup of her hand seeking him. Knowing she knew better as it never took much to get him going. "Cheater." He uttered to her lips as this had to be far past third base and if it wasn't then it explained why he don't know what it was. Teeth finding her bottom lip in return, a nip at her to get even.

Spencer Hearing that word to his lips, she smirked as she knew she had him. Feeling his bite to her lower tier, a soft whine to follow. Shifting her hand to grind lightly against him, the feeling of him beneath her hand drawing a breath at her lips as she focused into that kiss entirely.

John As she got the reaction they both knew she'd be getting against the grind of her hand in no time flat. His body reacting to her each time without fail as he couldn't recall a time not being painfully hard for the woman. Lips pressing firmly back to hers as he kept up with the previous plans she had corrupted with his tongue teasing the part of her lips.

Spencer As his tongue took to the part of her lips, she’d give up that space willingly as her own jaw lowered to allow her tongue to pass through to meet his there, stealing his taste where he might’ve been in search of her own.  Quickies had been their specialty as of late, sometimes to their dismay and sometimes to their own excitement, though this time there was no way she should have been interested considering that which they had done that morning.  Her thighs still aching along with the residual damage that would reside against her wrists for the next few days, yet there she was all over again.  

John As she persisted, he knew where they were at with this. While he had no clue how she could want him after the morning they had, there was never a question for him. Swearing he ran on the impulse to get what he could before she changed her mind as he'd pull her closer on top of him with that free hand hooking her thigh. Guiding her on top of him as he slipped onto his back.

Spencer With a slight shift there between them, her tongue smoothed over his, attempting to retain that kiss even through the transition as he moved her without any effort on her own part.  Slipping her hand out from between them, now able to use her own hips against his to apply that pressure to the man, shifting her hips there, she whined into the confines of his mouth, already feeling the pressure getting to her.  Drawing back from the kiss, she met her eyes as she took a deep breath, drawing her own lower lip between her teeth as she came to realize that she couldn’t.  Leaning back into him, she pressed her lips to the side of his neck, trailing her kisses up to his ear.  “I don’t think I can,” she confessed, words she never thought she’d say though she still ached from that morning.  Now that she felt him getting hard there beneath her, she wouldn’t let him remain that way, nor would she allow him to take care of it himself.  “Let me taste you instead?”

John “Ohhhhh." Literally amazed he had never thought to hear those words from his wife, giving up a louder than usual laugh. Feeling her at his neck. "Did my wife just say she can't? Oh my god." Pressing his lips to her shoulder where he was quite impressed with himself for getting her that good earlier. "Do whatever you want." He stated simply as his hands found her sides, knowing she wasn't the type to start something and leave him there. "Spencer James just said she can't." He repeated out loud to himself with a quick smirk.

Spencer “John, c’mon now…” she complained there against his neck, hearing him go on and on with this one as she seemed to know she wouldn’t be living it down.  Biting against his neck as he through her name in to it as though it were an announcement of sorts, she bit against him without restraint.  “Fine.  You know what?  I can.  I can and I fucking will just so that you can’t ever say that I couldn’t,” she declared, sitting up over him where her hands were at her own t-shirt, lifting it up and over her head where he’d find his wife braless beneath, leaving her in nothing but those booty shorts of hers.  “And when I can’t walk for the rest of the day, you can carry me where I need to go.”  Bratting it up with the man after he’d made fun of her, she’d dish it right back to him without hesitation.

John “No, you won't." Laughing to himself as she worked at her shirt which had him sitting up, his arms slipping around her as he took to her like a moth to the flame like usual as he pressed his lips to her chest. "It's fine...just know that I'll have to go tell the Mint and they'll stamp out some commemorative quarters..." taking it a step further, he didn't want her hurting or pushing herself. "Seriously though." Managing to at least try to get serious. "It's fine." He assured her as he met her eyes.

Spencer As he took it a step further, she grumbled her response there as she felt him lifting up to sit before her, his lips taking to her instantly.  Not sure how it was that he wanted her again already, yet knowing all at the same time as she felt exactly the same.  Her hands found the back of his neck and head, her fingers smoothing through his hair as she held him there against her.  Her eyes found his as he looked up to meet hers where he’d find that determined look in her eyes that he had put there.  “I want to fuck my husband,” she explained, though they both knew it was liable to break the woman after everything that morning.  “No commemorative anything aside from marks,” she assured, refusing to let it be said that there was ever a day when she couldn’t physically fuck the man.  

John "I'll give you something else." He promised, putting his foot down here as he pressed his lips gently to hers. "But I'm not going to hurt you. Bad for business." He reminded her, as it might just save them down the line. They had already gotten a notch for the day. Giving her a reassuring squeeze against her hips. He'd steal her waist, turning them around to place her on her back to get the upper hand here.

Spencer Attempting to be stern there, it would do no good as the man’s concern for her outweighed her own stubbornness on the matter.  As his hands gripped her waist, reversing their roles instantly, he took her by surprise as he so easily moved the woman from one place to the next.  A pout there to her lips as her brat mode was in full effect, eyes looking up to him to back up her pleas.  “I like getting hurt by you,” she confessed easily, a smirk there to her lips as he knew it to be true.

John "Nope." Not having any of it as his hands drew to her shorts. "I need you in good working condition for a long time to come." He reminded her as his lips found her chest, drawing down at her bottoms. "Or cum." He'd correct himself, lips turning down the center of her chest as he prepared his trail. Hand finding his own bottoms to guide them down. Illustrating his intent here for while he was helping her.

Spencer As her own shorts were removed, she couldn’t help the smirk at her lips at his correction, not entirely sure why he was taking off her shorts if he wasn’t to let her fuck him or him to fuck her.  Regardless, no fucking was happening and the woman was confused.  As he lowered his own shorts, his lips passing down her chest, her hand found the back of his neck as she read it entirely wrong.  “So you’re just saying no fucking but then we’re fucking, right?” she asked, eyes lifting as that smirk remained.

John "No, we're not." He clarified as she found the back of his neck, not sure what had given her such an idea as he lures himself down her stomach further. Only as he was drawing down her panties did he begin to understand where he'd shake his head. "No, that was so I can grip it while I work on you." He clarified nonchalantly.

Spencer Hearing him say there was no fucking happening there, she still wasn’t sure she understood.  For a moment, she thought perhaps he would be taking a position over her, allowing her to taste of him while he did the same for her, but as he continued making that path down her abdomen, clarifying his intentions, he’d find his wife sitting straight up over him, shaking her head.  “No.  No way.  That is /mine/.”  Leaving no room for doubt on where she stood on the matter, he knew better, just as she did, her hand tightening to the back of his neck.  “Don’t you touch it, John.”

John Watching as she'd sit up, it still wouldn't stop him much even as he felt her at his neck. Anticipating that response as his lips found her inner knee, guiding down her panties before navigating up to her inner thigh. Saying nothing on the manner as his lips pressed firm and lasting kisses to the flesh of her inner leg as his gentleness directly contradicted himself earlier.

Spencer As he said nothing in return, nor did he alter his path there at all, he’d hear her whine as her eyes were carefully watching where his hand was.  Feeling him there to her inner thigh, she released a heavy sigh as he was taking them to a place that she wasn’t going to be able to come back from easily.  Weakening her with his gentle approach, feeling herself drawn back by her own force there as she had no choice but to give in to the man in this manner.  “Please don’t, John,” she asked of him, not able to handle the man helping himself any more than he’d allow her to help herself.  “I think you should turn around and let me help you,” she suggested, not often doing so from the position she was presently in, but determined that if he wasn’t going to fuck her pussy then he could fuck her mouth, but there was no way in hell she was going to lay back and let him fuck his own grip.

John Hearing her suggestion as him being on top of her in such a manner would hardly work and she had to know it. His eyes flickering up to hers. "I won't touch it. I'll keep my hands right here." He resolved, grip at the sides of her thighs, already lowering hips to the couch for that pressure and a bit of relief as his lips trailed further up her inner thigh.

Spencer The idea of him gripping himself brought forth a power in the woman like no other should she need to stop him.  He’d seen it before and just how badly she hated it, something she knew the man understood well.  As he brought his hands to the sides of her thighs, promising to keep them there, she would have no choice but to trust the man, yet if he broke that promise, she’d be doing the same thing to him later on.  As she felt his lips traveling up her inner thigh, her core tightened at the sheer proximity of the man to her anatomy.  Knowing her suggestion would actually work, as well as give him control over the depth he took in her mouth, she bit at her lower lip as though to sate the need for that oral fixation as well as her desire to please him while he did that which he was setting forth to do for her.  “I want you in my fucking mouth,” she complained, clearly leaving her submission upstairs from earlier that morning as she’d make no secret of where she wanted him just as she’d expect him to make a demand of her should he want something bad enough.  

John Hearing her complaint, his eyes drew to the woman. Simply giving her the look as he finally drew up with a sigh. "Your funeral." He reminded her as he'd wind up drawing entirely too deep within her mouth as he leaned up. Drawing down his shorts and boxers all together as he readied himself for that stance.

Spencer Watching as he stood up, lowering his pants and boxers to the floor, she made her way down the sofa a bit to allow him more room to manage there over her.  A smirk taking her lips as she felt as though she’d won this one and made sure that his hand would be no where near his cock, she reached out to wrap her hand around him, stroking his length in promise of what her mouth would soon provide.  Quite liking the idea of trusting him with this as it took ultimate trust on her part to know that the man would raise his hips if she gagged too hard or too many times.  

John Feeling her hand find him, reassuring him like he had any doubts to begin with as his knees would find the couch above her head. Seeing if she could pull off that touch for now as he was leaning down and dragging down her panties. Lips finding her pubic bone as he remained elevated just enough where he was hers if she wanted him but for now it would require a lift of her head until his hips pushed forward.

Spence As he took his place over her, her hand never left him, stroking at his length as he removed her panties, allowing them to fall off her legs at the end of the sofa.  Feeling his lips find her pubic bone, she knew he was in his position entirely, only able to wonder if he’d be able to sustain it as she parted her lips at the head of his cock.  Taking her time there with him just as he would had he been pressing into her, she kept a slow, careful lift of her own head to take him into the warm confines of her mouth.

John Feeling her lift to find him, he’d exhale hotly to her skin before his tongue was parting her. Rolling smoothly over her heated sex with the thick muscle of his tongue. Remaining patient, just as she did with her mouth around him as the woman always felt entirely too good in this capacity. Tongue passing over the bead of her as he focused in on it knowing he’d get the absolute most reaction from her just there.

Spence The first sweeping of his tongue over her was met with the draw of her knees upwards, parting to allow him there, yet a true reaction nonetheless.  Continuing to take him slowly within her mouth, she felt him focus in against her clit, drawing a whine from her lips there against his length as her hand stroked that which she could not take within her, releasing a heavy breath against the head of his cock, knowing he’d feel every reaction she held in this manner, while forever being faced with the split focus the position would require as it was truly no different in that capacity as when she was over him.

John Humming low as he found the glimpse of her taste, loving it never more in that moment as seemed to rediscover it again and again. Each time like the first time even if previous experience would suggest much different. Her mouth around his cock another rediscovery self all itself as his hands found the sides of her hips and passed down her outer thighs even in that position. Knowing his knees would go weak here initially and push himself further into her mouth yet for now he’d play the part of patient.

Spence With her lips wrapped around him, she lifted up against him, giving him a desired depth, leaving room for leeway there as she knew the man all too well and how easy it may become for him to get carried away here, assuring she could take a bit more than that which she was taking now as it was a silent marking that she’d offer him before she was lowering her head back down just as slowly as she’d taken him within.  Feeling him there at her, there would be no shortage of heavy breaths against him, heated with the fire that resided within her for the man as there was no doubt in the world that she wanted this many in every way possible.  Even with the aching of her body, she’d sacrifice herself to him time and time again as there was no where else that she belonged, belonging solely to him and him alone, just as she knew he did as well.

John Drawing his hips forward as it was only a matter of time as both had predicted and he wanted more of her. His tongue drawing down to her entrance as he smoothed against that area he had occupied only a few hours before. Tongue darting gently within her as his hands firmly gripped at the outsides of her thighs. Another low hum dragged up through the muscle of his tongue as he only wished he could get a look at her in this moment knowing the sight of her would be difficult to resist but also given something just as good if not better.

Spence As his hips lowered against her, she was not in the least bit surprised that upon her withdraw that he’d be in search of more, much to her own pleasure as she was the one who had wanted this.  She wanted him to take her in whatever means was possible at this time and if she couldn’t have him buried within her aching walls, this would easily be the next best thing to her as the woman had a true love for the man’s anatomy no matter how it was that she was getting him.  Humming softly against his length there within her mouth, she felt him dip within her, stealing her taste from the source as both of her hands drew up to grip the man’s ass, encouraging him deeper still.

John Her encouragement was met with nothing but willingness to comply. Trusting those hands of hers to tell him when enough was enough. Tasting those inner walls of hers, he'd draw his attack back and focus at the bead of her clit. Surrounding her utterly with his mouth as his tongue added a textured touch to move over her.  Ever aware of the movement of her mouth as it was a pleasure he'd still never get used to.

Spence Feeling him alter his attention, as it was impossible to miss, he earned a full whine from the woman that would then radiate through the length of his cock.  The position was impossible for her and she knew it, yet she’d suggested it which would remain the mystery.  A part of her loving the idea of stimulating him while he stimulated her, and the other part just clearly hating herself.  Another whine passed her lips before she was drawing her head back from his cock, leaving her hand to make up for that loss as she turned her head to the side, biting against his inner thigh without a second of hesitation.

John Appreciating this position as it always gave him the opportunity to change things up and get her to this point. To take advantage as should the two be on an even playing field, he couldn’t guarantee that she would win. Yet this, this was something different all together as he felt her head turn. Her hand against him as he felt her teeth revisiting his thigh. Knowing he’d wear her dental records for days to come. Taking advantage once more as his tongue firmly swept her and his hands passed up her sides and back down to trace her hips and the curves of her.

Spence It was impossible to feel the man in this capacity and not want to feel all of him deep inside of her.  Still able to feel him there from that morning, it didn’t matter.  John was playing with her, of that she was sure.  Feeling that sweep of his tongue against her, she lifted her hips slightly into that touch, a whine at her lips there against his inner thigh where she pressed a kiss to the pain she’d inflicted.  Turning her head to the side, she rested her cheek against his thigh, her hand continuing to stroke his length with the pressure she imagined her mouth might give, not wanting to get him entirely used to it as her mouth would be back at him again the moment she could remember her own name.

Spencer James "Fuck..." Bites her lower lip. "Gonna need your canine friend to move, Mister James. Now."

John James "Let him live."

Spencer James "You better let me live."

John James "I let you live just fine."

Spencer James "Move the dog, James."

John James "Or what?"

Spencer James "Or you'll miss your chance."

John James Begrudgingly moves the neighbors dog. "See ya' later, Sparky."

Spencer James Steps towards him, standing just shy of the bike, crossing her arms. "I had to convince you..."

John James "I like to play hard to get..."

Spencer James "I had to convince you..."

John James "I /like/ to play hard to get."

Spencer James "Well... how hard are you getting?"

John James "Guess you'll never know from there."

Spencer James "Maybe you should show me. Let me see what I'm getting first."

John James "Eh, you know. Same old, same old."

Spencer James Steps closer. "Yeah? So what's a girl gotta do to get a ride?"

John James "Maybe uncross your arms and convince me..."

Spencer James Uncrosses her arms, drawing one leg over the bike facing him, hands immediately there to his jeans, grasping the fabric in tiny hands. "Jeans seem tight, Mister James."

John James "They just fit for once." He returned. "To my legs anyway."

Spencer James Tugs against the fabric, drawing her legs up and over his, pressing her hips against his. "You want to keep talking about your jeans or you want to get me out of mine?"

John James Slips his hands up the sides of hers, his question drawing a hum. "Think you know the answer to that." Pressed his lips to hers.

Spencer James Her hands draw up from the fabric of his jeans, taking in the canvas of his body without pause or hesitation as her lips were taken by his. Pressing firmly back to his kiss, her hands tensing against his chest before finding his shoulders, pulling herself up from the seat to allow the full weight of her body to press against him, shifting her hips down against his through the fabric of their clothes.

Spencer For two months, a spare bedroom at Judas’ had become home.  Spencer wouldn’t ever quite feel at home there, but she knew it was her own fault they were in the position to be there; a guilt that would never quite leave her.  Sitting in the middle of the bed, still in her uniform from work that day, a laptop and pad of paper in front of her, she was looking at houses to purchase online while scribbling figures of down payments on the pad of paper.  Frustration had her by the throat as it had occurred to her that morning they had five weeks to prepare for their son’s arrival, if not less depending on his eagerness to enter the world.  Scrappy nudged Spencer’s hand for her attention, which was easily split between the computer and the dog while a demanding baby within played a game of kickboxing with her ribcage.  Flipping the page of the notebook, she glanced down at another list she had running.  The top name on the list had immense marks scratched through it making the name impossible to read, but she knew what laid beneath it.  A name she had always hoped could be given to her first born son was now not an option.  The thought alone had her flipping back to the numbers on the page before as it was easier to work through even without funds in the bank to back any of it up.  A low whine from Scrappy as he jumped off the bed and Spencer knew easily what that meant.  John was back.  She shoved the notebook under the mattress as she brought the computer to her lap as though she’d been casually looking at homes instead of crunching numbers and working on baby names.  Keeping it casual for him as the pressure she felt didn’t have to go both ways.

John "What the fuck happened?" The penthouse door could barely close behind him before his brother’s voice was starting up. Knowing it would. The biker rolled his eyes. "What? You don't like it? Thought you might get one too?" Rubbing his hand over the rough scrape of his buzz cut, Judas nearly winced at the thought. That would be the day when Judas let a 2 clip hit those precious locks. "Fuck outta here, Mister Clean..." Johnny smirked. Pulling his leather cut from his back. Already too hot from the ride as he pulled the cut over his shoulder. It was a multi-million dollar penthouse. It should have been a dream, but it wasn't his. Making his way towards the guest wing of the place that had become their own, getting their own bathroom and even living room in the process. Judas had been more than hospitable but it still wasn't theirs. Walking into the bedroom, he located his wife laying there. "Evening, fertile turtle..." he hummed, tossing his cut to the edge of the bed before his shirt was lobbed off. Instantly going to the rooms independent heating unit to ice them out.

Spencer The whimper of the dog only grew louder as John’s voice grew closer.  A growing pup anxious to see his daddy, waiting to greet him at the door.  Though they had the space to spread out, Spencer still found herself locking herself in that room when John wasn’t there.  It wasn’t home.  She wasn’t comfortable.  She wanted what was theirs again.  As John entered the room, the dog was instantly transformed into a kangaroo, jumping upwards to get at John every step of the way.  Spencer shifted the laptop beside her, revealing the untucked shirt she despised so much.  Previously, she donned jeans and a t-shirt to work.  For the last two months, she’d been on desk duty.  A dreaded place that required a uniform, of which she hated more and more with each passing day.  Once John was there, she was able to disarm herself, easing the clip from her side, placing the firearm on the nightstand, something she would only allow herself to do when he was home.  “Evening, super sperm.”  She returned, pressing her hand against the bed to allow herself to stand up off the bed, moving a little slower these days.  Running her hand atop his head, the hairs tickling her palm, she smirked.  “I like it,” she offered, always liking it best right after he’d get it trimmed.  “Hope you’re feeling adventurous.  I found a problem this morning and I don’t much know any other way to rectify it…” she offered, biting at her lower lip as she recalled the struggle that took place in the shower that morning.  “I can’t quite reach…” she added, making quite the distressed facial expression as she indicated she’d attempted shaving and Mr. James within her had other plans for her always smooth legs.

John "I don't know how super it was..." he returned, reaching down to pet Scrappy who was quickly exceeding the name 'puppy.' Each day he grew a little taller and twice as wide. He no doubt was adding extra security alongside Spence. Between her piece on the sidetable and the dog, he could feel a little better as he went about his day. Watching her move herself and give her stamp of approval. "Yeah, fuck the long hair shit. Been there, done that. Too hot." He complained, not to mention he had shaved his head for the first time to mark a transition. Hearing her mention a problem, he cocked a brow before it was explained. Having to laugh. "First it's your legs...you know what goes next..."

Spencer “Maybe in the winter, just so I can see it long?”  She asked, eyes lifting as if it might be something of a turn on for her, especially when she wouldn’t feel as though she weighed 300 pounds.  Watching as he interacted with the dog, she crossed her arms over her chest, another region that had grown a bit in the process of things, looking up at him as if to ask where her kiss was.  Clearly having to wait her turn since she couldn’t quite do the kangaroo move Scrappy could.  “Well… if I’m being honest here… I lost sight of that some time ago.”  She mentioned, knowing well that it had been well cared for in the mean time, though she’d not confessed until now just how.  “Last month I couldn’t get there, so I had someone help with that.”  She spoke honestly, only hoping the man wouldn’t lose his shit on the matter.  “I can get help on the leg part too, but they don’t have an opening until next week, so it’s either you help me, or I slice myself to bits trying, or we don’t have sex for a week…”

John Distracted with the dog at his kneecap, wet kisses and a demand for attention. He knew she was awaiting something as she crossed her arms. Leaning in, he landed his kiss on her. Hearing her mention what she had gotten help on, he cocked a brow. Never having expected that one. "Well, I never had a full bush before. I know you'd love to be that first for me." He teased, sitting down on the bed where he cracking her a telling smile. "I can help if you'd like me to."

Spencer Watching as he took that seat, she could still feel that half kiss at her lips.  As he agreed to help her, she eyed him over his previous statement about a full bush, which she’d never be party to.  Just the sound of it had her feeling the need to shower and manage what she could in that region on her own.  She’d rather sport cuts than sport the alternative.  Offering him a smile as she approached him there on the bed, she wouldn’t dare sit on his thigh as she might have normally done, feeling as though she’d probably break him at this point, though her own mental image of herself was much different than what was really there.  “I think I’d like that.”  She nodded, reaching over for the laptop just behind him to show him what she had found since she had gotten home from work.  “It might take some work to get them move in ready, but maybe…?”  She asked, showing him the fixer uppers she had found.  The down payments would be lower than something finished out, but it would mean they would have to do a bit more hands on work before they could move in.  “If we work hard, maybe by the time the baby is here?...”  It was pushing it and she knew it, but on the next tab if he were to click over, he’d see the ones she was actually interested in, but the down payments alone could kill them.

John As he sat down, his hands were already reaching for her ankles. Positioning himself for the usual foot massage, seeking to reduce the swelling as he laid on his side. Looking over the computer screen at what she had been occupying herself with. "We should just get one for sherrif's sale and work on it..." the man stated, having his fair share of technical knowledge. Unable to write a text without a spelling error but he was good with his hands. Wood working, carpentry. Hell, he had done dry wall out of high school and played his hand at some electrician work. Eyeing the pictures and the prices that came with them. "Now I remember why we were squatters growin' up. You got to be fuckin' crazy to agree to a number with three digits in it before the comma." He remarked, maybe one of the only thing his mother had done that he agreed with.

Spencer As he started in on what they should opt for, she felt her heart sink a little.  He had only seen the first batch.  The needs work batch.  Not the ones that truly had her attention.  She’d even played with the idea of asking her former partner for a loan, knowing he could handle a down payment.  Or the engagement ring she still had in storage from Chris Wilson.  Surely that would bring in a good amount towards a down payment.  Since coming off homicide, her takes were small and not so often anymore, leaving her to rely on true earnings, finding that making an honest living was pure hell when looking to buy a home.  Her credit was good, stellar, so even that was an option if they could get a seller to roll the down payment into the mortgage.  But John was right.  Reaching forward to click the second tab closed, not wanting him to see what she actually wanted now that he had told her what would be best.  Maybe it would be best.  And maybe it would all work out okay in the end.  Maybe it would be better than the others that were ready to move in with vaulted ceilings.  She slipped her hand over, nudging his out of the way so she could close that other tab without him much noticing as she brought her lips against his.  Partially a ploy for distraction and partially to grant herself that kiss she had wanted before instead of the ‘in passing’ kiss he had given her.  

John Feeling her nudge, his eyes were already on that second tab and had been. Prepared for the showing bringing his eyes to meet her. Pressing his lips back to hers yet his hand didn't budge. Not catching on as she wanted to show him something and he was there to be shown, not directly suggesting that he could learn how to give her the things she wanted in this house at half the expense. She already saw the few pieces in his apartment of what he was capable of. He could have been a carpenter in his own right if life had led him down the right path.

Spencer As his hand didn’t budge, yet he met her kiss, she knew she was not as sly as she liked to think she was.  Pulling back from the kiss, she leaned back against the bed completely, removing her hand from where she’d made an attempt at that trackpad to close the tab.  “That second page would need less work… we could move in right away if we could figure out the financial side of things…” she confessed, leaning over to draw her notebook from between the mattress and box springs, her only thought on that first page with the numbers scribbled on it, not the second page with prospective baby names jotted beyond the one severely scribbled through.  Placing the notebook beside the computer, she allowed him to see her scribblings.  Notes in the margins about potential lenders she might be approved through for down payment money.  Potential takes that she might be able to collect on with a threat or two.  Kenneth Ryan’s name as a potential contact she could tap for some assistance, even though she was quick to think John would draw his own line through that one.  “But if you saw something on the first tab you’d like to take on…”  she offered, a bite to her lower lip as she wasn’t sure there was time for all of it.  Five weeks just wasn’t long and they had yet to buy a single thing for the baby who was quickly approaching.

John Eyes scanning over the page, attempting to make sense of it all. Words weren't his thing, yet even he could see the name of her partner on the end of the page. Whatever involved him, he didn't want. "So you want to do this like...legit." he asked, his own way of saying legally, as surely he could make quick cash within the club asking if Blade had any lose ends he needed tied up. He always did. Hell, someone always did. There was always a place in the city ready to put up big dollars even if there wasn't necessarily a threat as they had been made to understand. Eyes lifting up to hers at his inquisition before back to the page. Clicking over where the price ranges hit him in the face. What was the point? These were someone else's houses. Built by foreign hands. "You know, we might have to sell this kid to afford shit like this..."

Spencer “We don’t have to sell the kid.  We just have to get in the house.  Then I’ll be back at work soon after and things will be better,” she reminded him.  On desk duty, she didn’t have the luxury of the take anymore whilst on desk duty, but once she was back in her jeans and boots, the money would roll in once more.  She wasn’t above doing it illegally, but her credit was good, and with her job she was sure there were allowances given with the detective title on an application.  She knew two things for sure.  This baby was coming and they were still pursuing custody of River.  It was time to start making something happen, or they’d be raising a family in Judas’ place, which she still wasn’t comfortable within.  Sitting up from where she had been laying back, she rose from the bed, finally unbuttoning the button down uniform shirt she despised, dropping it there at the end of the bed.  “It can wait until tomorrow,” she offered, as their status or situation wasn’t changing any in the next twenty-four hours that she knew of.  Slipping the pants down that now had no button on them, she laid them to the end of the bed as well to go with dry cleaning for next week’s shifts.  Heading towards the bathroom, she paused a minute, pressing a quick kiss to his forehead as a whisper found her lips.  “Don’t stress about it,” she offered, knowing she was doing enough of that for the both of them as she slipped into the bathroom to start a bath, giving no thought to that which he had right in front of him with that notebook on the following page.  “How was your day?”  She asked from within the bathroom as she waited for the water to warm up.

John Watching her stand up, not stressing about it at all. Just trying to understand where they stood as she walked to the bathroom. Closing the laptop head as he didn't get why it was brought up just to side step it, hearing her question. He shrugged. Leaning back into the headboard where his eyes wandered to one of the walls. "Alright, I guess...you?" He asked, collecting the notebook and her laptop which he set to the sidetable allowing him to stretch out in her absence.

Spencer “Hell,” she returned almost too quickly.  She hated desk duty.  Hated it.  Lucky for John, she didn’t resent him for pushing the issue on it, as she knew it was best for their child, but she still hated it.  “How many times do I have to answer the same phone call, tell them I’m going to transfer them, for them to hang up and call back like they are suddenly going to have the right person on the end of the phone?”  She knew the answer to her own question.  It was in fact six.  Running her hand under the water, the temperature was finally right, even if the doctor’s had instructed her no more hot baths, only luke warm.  She’d run it a little higher anyways.  Stopping the drain, she turned around, finally removing her undergarments as she stepped over the side of the tub.  One hand coming to the soap dish, the other to the edge of the tub to lower herself down carefully.  In truth, it wouldn’t be long before even this would require a helping hand, but for now she was able to ease into the tub without too much trouble, making herself comfortable at least until she’d have to sit up to turn the water off.  “I have loved carrying your child, John, but I cannot wait until this is over.”

John "Atleast they aren't strippers." He reminded her, hearing her complaints yet knowing they were valid as she continued now that the water was off. He shook his head. "You don't gotta lie to me, Spence. Pregnancy sucks." He remarked as his eyes wandered to the notebook at the side of the desk. Eyes narrowing as he managed the list title. Wondering what the big mystery was. Like she didn't want him to know she was pregnant and that they needed a name or things for this baby. He let it be. She'd talk to him in her own time as he tried this patience thing out for a whirl and attempted to respect her privacy.

Spencer He had her on that point.  They weren’t strippers.  Just the word alone was enough to shoot jealousy through her veins all over again.  John was working with these women.  He always had, but back when this all began, she didn’t look like… this.  She felt about as far away from sexy as a woman could feel, and yet he had women surrounding him constantly that certainly could get him going in ways she could no longer pull off.  Once the water was off, she leaned back, closing her eyes as she heard silence in the bedroom.  Figuring already he had laid down, she wasn’t going to disturb him further.  A few moments would pass by before she’d sit upwards, reaching for her razor and shaving gel to give it a go herself once more.  Spraying the gel into her hand, she propped her ankle on the edge of the tub to assist her reach, lathering her leg as best she could.  A strong kick from within would tell her baby James was having none of that pressure she was applying, prompting her to lean back in the tub, her soaped hand coming against her stomach to urge the baby to cooperate with her.  When it was clear that wasn’t going to happen, she’d have no choice but to admit defeat, which was not a defining characteristic of Spencer James.  “John?”  She asked, her tone altogether different.  That tone meant she was at a loss.  That she couldn’t do something herself.  That tone meant she needed him not to answer, but that she actually needed him.  A tone she hated the very sound of as it came from her lips.

John Hearing nothing in response, he figured that to be the end of it. Humming low to himself in a "now what?" Instance. Tempted to turn on the TV which he ultimately did. Flipping on Sports Center before he heard his name. Not even having to respond as he stood up and made his way to the bathroom. "Got a hot date?" He asked figuratively, approaching the side of the tub, hand reached out for the razor.

Spencer As he entered the bathroom, her very on knight in shining armor, her face depicted how much she hated asking for help, hence the reason she had sought other forms of treatment for the other region that needed attention regularly.  As he lifted the razor, her pout was on display.  “If I had a hot date, I think he’d be rather disappointed,” she spoke honestly, remaining leaned back in the tub, unable to keep herself from thinking this was a far cry from where they were those first months of their marriage, having to wonder if he was let down at all by it all.  

John "What's to be disappointed about? A hot girl you can't get any /more/ pregnant, shit...sign me up." Knowing the woman was feeling a bit more off than usual, he didn't like the sounds of it. He took those insults personally. She has his, after all. Looking at her with the razor in hand. "Alright, what do you think is the best way to do this? You wanna lean back and put your leg over my lap or..." eyeing her for her comfort, he forced a brow.

Spencer With a bite to her lower lip, she found his tone there indicating to her he didn’t like what she had said one bit.  She drew in a breath as he posed his question to her, almost drawing a laugh from the woman.  She didn’t know how to do it any more than he did to be honest.  “Well… I…” she offered, trying to think this through.  She could leave her leg on the edge of the tub as it was if he could get a safe angle.  Then, she knew.  If only she could help with the process to get it there.  “How about you make this a hot date and strip,” she offered, a lift of her brows as she suggested he join her in the tub.  He could sit across from her and she could rest her foot against his chest.  The angle would be right and they could be together, if he felt comfortable with it, that was.  “If you did a little stripper dance, it might make me feel better,” she teased, trying to make light of it as she reached over, stealing the razor from his hand as she urged for a little entertainment in the bathtub since she wasn’t able to offer much these days.

John Watching her steal the razor, he decided to play her at her own game. "I can't just strip? I used to be good enough for you once, Spence..." his dry tone suggested sarcasm as he stood up, reaching for the button of his jeans as he let them drop. Reaching for his boxers where he guided them down to his ankles. No music or dancing needed. "That's all you get."

Spencer Instantly he had taken a rather down on herself wife and turned her into a woman who was genuinely happy.  Her laughter took over as she heard his statement, to which she couldn’t respond to before his clothing was coming off, in his very own stripping style.  “Ya know, for a guy that works with strippers…” she suggested, the one and only time in their marriage she’d refer to his job as something that could have been brought home to her.  Lifting her hand out towards him, she flashed him a full smile; one she hadn’t worn in a while.  “C’mere,” she urged as her hand was outstretched towards him, finding herself potentially more in love with him in that moment than she had been to begin with.  The mere fact he would entertain her spoke volumes to the woman, let alone the fact he was still coming home to her every night when she was looking the way she was.  It said something.  Something Brock Reese would never believe.  

John "I'm not a stripper. I just clean up the glitter and make sure no one trips." He reminded her warmly, he had never been that type. She knew who he was at this point. No flash or thrills. Just Johnny James. Watching her hand seek out his, he took it with ease where he gave her a gentle squeeze. Waiting for her to curl her legs up to give him the necessary footing. Stepping within the tub. The alignment of her sitting and him standing making it ever clear that the two were quite comfortable with one another at this juncture.

Spencer As he stepped within the tub, she kept his hand as though he needed her help at all.  She knew he didn’t, but it made this whole needing help thing not feel so bad, of course John was making quick remedy of that all on his own.  Crossing her legs Indian style in front of herself, she gave him the room to lower, although her eyes were most certainly where they didn’t belong.  Or maybe they did.  But she couldn’t help herself.  She’d make no secret of it as she slowly brought her eyes back upwards to his as he was now given the room to ease down in front of her.  “Good thing this tub is bigger than ours was.  I don’t know that we could’ve made this work at home,” she reasoned, still finding the old apartment to feel more like home than this did, though she was still making the best of it.  “When we do find a house, we need tubs like these,” she added, bringing the conversation back to that which she had abandoned before.  “Tubs so big we can sit side by side,” she exaggerated as it wasn’t so in this one, but making her point just the same.  A slow smile finding her face as she realized this stood as the first time she’d ever seen the man in a tub instead of using a shower, not taking it lightly as she knew he was in there for her.  “You’re a good man, John James of South Philly,” she whispered, an honest smile there at her lips as he truly had made every bit of the best husband she could have imagined.  Thinking back to the day they wed and how unhappy she was with that which they had to do, things had truly come full circle for the two in the last eleven months.

John Using his free hand to shield his boy bits as if she had not seen them before. He lowered himself to the opposite side of the tub. "Thank god." He sighed as she mentioned the size of the tub. "You should see the one in his master bedroom...it's like 7 feet long." The man remarked, having seen it himself, hearing her whisper as he shook his head at her. "You don't know that...I could nick the shit out of you with this razor."

Spencer “That is deprivation,” she argued at his attempt to cover himself, which she wouldn’t be pointing out to him the fact that his hand wasn’t doing the trick.  She’d let him think he was up to something, but in fact, it might’ve been the cutest thing she’d seen from him in quite some time.  Enough so that it kept that smile on her face just that much longer.  “I promise you that you will do no worse than what I attempted to do to myself this morning before work…” she offered, lifting her right leg to his lap, her ankle and knee looking as though they’d been attacked by a weed whacker.  “It didn’t work right,” she confessed, bringing her foot to rest against his chest, trying to keep the pressure against him light, swollen ankles and all.  “This work for you…?”  She asked, needing to be sure he was comfortable or at least as comfortable as he could be.  Proving to him in that moment just how much she trusted the man to hand him a blade to use against her skin.  Truly it was this, or she’d find a way to bathe in hair remover because no sex for a week simply wasn’t an option.  

John Watching her foot press to his chest, he nodded at her question. Reaching for the razor as his hand reached up to support her ankle for  the meantime. "Would it strike you as surprising if I've never done this?" He asked, positioning the razors head to just above where his fingers sat, opting to go from the base of her ankle to her knee in short yet gentle skids of the razor over the shaving cream.

Spencer “Would it strike you as surprising if I told you I’d never let anyone do this?”  She asked, returning his question to him as the two discovered there was a first to be had.  There hadn’t been many of them in their marriage, to be honest, so when one arose, she treasured it perhaps more than one should.  It became theirs, as this was becoming in that very moment.  That is to say he’d ever want to do it again when she wasn’t pregnant.  As he brought the razor to her skin, she remained silent.  Not out of fear, but out of allowing the man to focus there, knowing how he felt about her being hurt and only able to imagine how he would feel should he inflict a mark in a non-sexual manner against her.  “You’re doing fine,” she assured as he lifted the razor to begin a new stroke.  Giving him a minute to adjust to it before she’d ease back in the tub again, closing her eyes as she attempted to show him just how much she trusted him.  The baby within her settling down now that she had rid the pressure at her abdomen he seemed to hate so much.  “I think your son is claustrophobic,” she offered, a smile at her lips as her eyes remained closed.  “He doesn’t like it when I lean over him.  Not a bit.  It’s like it instantly turns into a game of beat up Spence until she moves.”  She teased, not quite ready to call herself mom in that sentence, though she thought of it for a moment.  “Speaking of your son…” she offered, drawing in a breath before she’d let the rest out.  “You think maybe we start finding a name for him instead of just calling him ‘him’ or your son…?”  In truth, it had been on her mind since the day they found out they were having a boy, but the timing was all wrong.  It was only recently her head started to level out from the murder committed the same day to where she could truly think of such things, hence the sudden rush on baby items, houses, and names.

John Watching in concentration as he got closer to her shin, his vertical action turned horizontal. Gentle over the bone as he kept his eyes to her skin. Dabbing the shaving cream in the water as it collected. "He's running out of space." He reminded her, not that she couldn't accomplish this in her own right as she lived it. Hearing her mention baby names, his eyes briefly flashed upwards. "About fuckin' time. Was startin' to call him James James in my head." He remarked, out of lack of creativity before his eyes were back down and conquering the territory of her shin.

Spencer “You could’ve brought it up anytime you thought of it!”  She returned, her eyes flashing open as he had given her a hard time, suddenly unaware of the blade in his hand that she may have just startled.  She’d be lying if she hadn’t thought of James James in a comical moment of her mind as she had.  “I started a list,” she confessed, but wanted to hear his input before she started spouting off anything she had come up with.  Always having thought she’d give her son her father’s name had been a killer for her when they found out the baby was a boy, hence the dark scratches over the name “Brock” in her notebook on the bed.  

John "Let's hear it." He added as she mentioned her list, not having read it so there was still the element of surprise. Not to mention to see if she'd stick to any naming schemes. Double J's or even R and J like River. His attention was back to the blade, gently pushing her knee cap up to tighten the skin there and allow him to smoothly work over her with an edge of concentration.

Spencer Hearing him turn it around on her, not wanting to offer his own thoughts on it, she offered him a pouted lip.  She wanted his input as it was his son.  But if he would insist she go first, she’d give him that much.  “Well… I always thought I’d give the first or middle name of my father, but that’s not happening,” she confessed, knowing John would see where the problem lied in that.  “But I thought Reese, maybe.  Like my mom gave me Spencer from her maiden name.”  She explained, giving that bit of history to him in case he had never known where her name had originated in the first place.  “River is River John, so I thought maybe we go with Reese as a middle name and put a Jaxon or Jagger, or Julian with it.”  Offering a shrug of her shoulders, she glanced towards him as he brought the razor for another pass, noticing just how careful he was being having to smile at his careful demeanor around her knee.  “What have you got?...” she asked, truly interested and hating that she had to go first there, but yet another moment to prove she knew when to try him and when to bend to him.  This would be one of those times she’d bend to him without a second of argument.

John "Name a kid after someone who wants their old man on ice...sounds like some shit for a therapy couch." He pointed out, hearing her mention her own maiden name. Understanding how that could have worked for her. "I like your maiden name...it could have worked but...it's still your father's name. Your dad is going to resent this kid for coming from me. Much less having his name and being mine." He reminded her, not trying to be so hard about it but coming from a man who had been resented for being born, he has to consider these things. Kissing a patch of her shaved ankle as his head turned. "Rockston, Rylan...Reginald..." keeping with the king and queen theme, a name fit for a prince. "Hard to believe Judas has been preparing for this shit for like 5 minutes and already has a first name picked out for his potential boy."

Spencer Hearing his explanation as to why her name wouldn’t work, she just nodded her head.  She had crossed Brock off the list for that very reason, but she didn’t feel as though Reese belonged to her father.  She had felt as though it was hers.  But she wouldn’t say a word on the matter, just a nod of her head as she let her eyes fall closed again.  Running through the names he offered in her mind, pairing them with his last name.  “No Reginald,” she offered, not liking the sound of it at all, though the other two might grow on her in time.  In time once she swallowed that the child would have no part of her except the DNA, yet she should have known better.  Lowering her leg from his chest, leaving one finished and one yet to be touched, she eased up in the tub, slipping forward as her legs formed to either side of him.  Her belly separating the two in the tub as she leaned over to rest her head against his chest.  Emotional swings he would be accustomed to by this point, and yet she still wasn’t.  Not letting a tear fall, though just wanting to feel close to the man, even if the task of shaving her legs wasn’t complete, nor was the idea of naming the child.  

John "Reginald is awesome...Reg." he stated as she moved her leg, watching her as she leaned into his chest as he cleaned off the blade in the water. "what about ‘Rhys'? Like R-H-Y-S?" He asked, explaining for clarity sake so it was hers yet not her father's all at once. Pressing his lips to the side of her temple.

Spencer “Yeah,” she whispered, the sound of that pending emotion on her voice as it cracked beneath the short word.  Keeping her head at his chest, she didn’t want to dismiss it for lack of spelling, knowing John was giving a lot in that just to suggest it.  The issues with her parents had been silent for some time now, and although she was comfortable with the choices she had made, there would always be those little reminders that she didn’t get to keep those parts of who she was anymore because she chose John.  John’s family held issue with her.  Her own family held issue with her.  She truthfully had only him and this baby and she knew it.  She had isolated herself by falling in love with someone, believing in them, and committing herself to him fully.  None of which were convictable crimes, and yet that was how it felt at times.  She didn’t move there from his chest, needing a moment to gather her thoughts, if not for herself but for John who was still trying here.  “I think I’d like that,” she offered finally, though her voice was still unable to sustain consistency throughout the short phrase as she drew a breath to try to find center again.

John Feeling her energy change, he had never intended to force this on her. The pregnancy. The marriage. Her parents had good reason for not liking him, especially in comparison of what her ideal match should have been. But to directly tie this child in with her family would be a mistake. They'd never accept him as their own. It was a bit of protection while he was still unborn. "This kid is half yours...more than half. You can come up with something that represents you but it doesn't have to be about them, Spence. They aren't going to accept him as long as he is mine."

Spencer “I know,” she managed, knowing she had done this to herself.  John didn’t do this.  She did this.  She could have stuck it out in the marriage long enough to ensure neither of them were facing charges and gotten out.  But she was the one that went and fell in love with the man.  She was the one that turned her back on her family.  She didn’t put any of this on John, but entirely on herself.  And then there was the part of it that she believed her parents should trust her enough to know who she belonged with and there was not a doubt in the woman’s mind that she was meant to be Spencer James.  He might not have come from the lineage they might’ve preferred, but they had their choices when they were younger.  John was hers and she would always feel that choice should have been respected.  “No Rhys then,” she offered, resigning to the fact that it was still too close.  Her father’s ways had effectively screwed him out of the dream she had held since she was a teenager of passing down one portion or another of her name or his to her first child.  She wasn’t even optimistic enough to say maybe for another child.  Time wasn’t going to heal this as she knew what she had left and ironically enough, it all fit in a tub.  Drawing back, she brought her damp hand against her face to attempt to wipe away that bit of emotion that had leaked from her eyes, instead simply turning both cheeks wet from her hand.  It worked, as it masked anything left to fall as being just water on her cheeks.  “I’m sorry,” she offered as she started to move back to where she had been, allowing the man to continue the mission here if for no other reason but the fact that this was supposed to be a sweet gesture, not an emotional breakdown.  She’d push through it for him, although if left to her own devices for any amount of time, the breakdown might simply be on pause.

John "Stop apologizing." He seemed to demand as she pulled back, they were going to be having a kid soon. There could be tears now, god knows there would be plenty to come. This was just the beginning of a long and treacherous emotional journey that neither of them could anticipate. "What if we incorporate your hometown into his name?" He asked as he watched her slide back against the tub.

Spencer It was clear to the woman that he was trying, bless his heart.  She couldn’t find a way to explain to him what it had meant to her or how her heart had been set upon it for years upon years, long before she knew how to properly order a slice of pizza in Philly.  Finding her place against the wall of the tub again, she leaned back as she brought her hands to her face, bringing water over her forehead to chin.  “Irving, Las Colinas, McKinney, White Rock Lake.”  None of the names would work, but she gave them to him anyways.  Shrugging her shoulders, she finally allowed herself to look back towards him at the other end of the tub.  “John, I love you.  I love that you are trying, but it doesn’t have to be there.  So, what did we have… Rockston and Rylan?...” she drew in a deep breath, attempting to get back to somewhere productive, though the other was simply being shifted just below the surface.  “Did you like Julian or Jagger?  Jaxon?... any of them?”  She asked, not truly holding any attachment to any of them for emotional value, but knowing there had been one she was keen on over the others.  “No more Reese or Rhys or me.”  She offered, swallowing hard after her resignation from that portion of their conversation.  She had one thing to give and she understood why John couldn’t let her bring it.  Aside from that, they could choose a name with no emotional value and base it purely on their likes and dislikes.  Bringing her hand against his thigh, her hues set to his as she offered a faint smile and a nod of her head.  “It’s okay.”

John "Just...Dallas." he remarked as she went into more specifics when he had been exceptionally broad about this all. Listening to her other suggestions. "Julian reminds me of this local food joint...and Judas' kid if it's a boy will be 'Jackston.' One thing to be close but that's a little too close. Jagger ain't bad though. Feel like we'd have to be Stones fans to work that one out." He teased, only knowing that when they heard it, they'd know. Hearing her, he shook his head. He didn't want a name without meaning. It was useless if it just sounded cool. "Or you?" He asked, not quite sure he understood. "I'm not doing this by myself, Spence."

Spencer Drawing in a deep breath as he held elimination on Jaxon, her eyes found the ceiling as deflation washed over the woman.  Drawing her lower lip between her teeth, biting against it to withhold herself from breaking entirely.  “I’m not asking you to do it yourself.  I’d never ask you to do it yourself.  It’s just…”  she attempted to get it out, but instead all that would happen was the release of the tears she had been attempting to hold in.  Reese was gone.  Jaxon was gone.  They had a baby arriving in five weeks or thereabouts with no name and the names she had been the most drawn to were pulled off the board for reasons beyond her control.  The pressure of finding a house they could afford was hard enough to bear, but now with the names becoming a mess to her as well, she was beyond salvation at the moment.  “He can’t just be baby James or James James or ‘him’.  And nothing is working!”  Every word broke under the pressure of her emotion.  Squeezing her eyes closed tightly as though it would stop the onslaught of tears, though it would not, she brought her hands up over her face.  She was quite literally shutting down right before his eyes.  A list she had slaved over, now amounting to other people’s names.  

John Watching her go through the motions for no real reason, watching her shut down over the course of a few names. "River didn't have a name for two days..." he stated idly, they still had time. "If you want to be less picky about names then we can do that. Guess I just think names are more important than what just sounds good." He stressed, thumbs wiping away the tears leaking the perimeter of her hands.

Spencer As he suggested they be less picky about the names, she literally saw red behind her hands.  Feeling his thumbs to her face, she withdrew her hands, not hiding her emotion since her hands hadn’t much done that anyways.  “I think they are important too, John.  That’s why I started a list.  That’s why I’ve been trying out every variation of them.  But I didn’t much know that the two at the top of the list were going to be axed because they belong to someone else.”  The tears now flowed freely from her eyes as she no longer hid how devastated she was over both names being erased for reasons beyond her control.  She didn’t expect him to understand her.  She didn’t know how to put it in to words how hard she had worked on those names before opening up to him with it, now regretting ever having breathed a word of a house or a baby name at all.  “And what I meant by no me was just this.  No my name.  No my list.  No me.  I’m shot down, John.  I’m admitting defeat.”  Lowering her head, she completely gave in to the emotion, making no attempt to pull it back in.  Even if she had tried, there was no way she could.  Truly devastated as she had this whole idea of how sweet it would be for the two to name their child together, sharing ideas.  John could give a piece.  She could give a piece.  But all she was feeling was put off.

John "I just said one sounds similiar to Jackston..." he pointed out, knowing logic may not work in his favor here as it was clear the woman just needed some space as he was trying but it apparently was not good enough. Granted, he'd never let such things show as he knew she was just upset and hormonal. "You can't admit defeat. This isn't something you can opt out of..." he reminded her subtly before he glanced down into the water. Ready to give her that space. "Now let me get that other leg so I can finish up." He remarked, already able to feel her temper nearly heating the water. He had tried and gave his hand, hearing out her own. Axing maybe one just as she had one of his without any hurt feelings. He was literally just willing to do what would make her happy here yet not even she knew that.

Spencer Hearing him out, she knew the man was trying.  Deep inside, she knew and she had told him that she loved him for it.  She realized every bit that he was trying here for her, but she didn’t feel that he had any grasp on how she was feeling.  First her own name, then the name she loved from the list of names sticking to the R and J pattern established.  She was trying to honor those parts of him and couldn’t even manage to do that right.  In her mind, she’d been exiled by her family, then exiled by most of his, facing adversity through their relationship and trying to go with every punch that came, but now as it came down to their child’s name, it was almost more than the woman could take.  Her tears were unceasing, but she did as he asked, bringing her foot up to his chest once more.  Something that had taken a great deal for her to ask, then to spark something that could have been highly intimate, destroyed probably at her own hand for liking the wrong names for a child she was allegedly just as much a part of as he was.  Her emotional state was not stable in that moment as the pregnancy hormones took her completely, but at least John was able to find a center to focus on the task at hand.  Silence befell her as she couldn’t manage any words for several moments after she brought her foot to his chest, breaking down in front of him a whole three and a half feet away.  This standing as the first time she had truly broken down that she couldn’t just be pulled into his arms based on sheer mechanics of their positioning; also her fault.  Even John’s own name couldn’t be used as it was a piece of River’s.  She needed something here, something that would make her feel that she was more than just an incubator, but she couldn’t see it.  

John As she slipped her chest up, the man would honor any name choice she selected in fullness. She wasn't working with him though. Helping to guide her leg up, he reached for the shaving cream. Administering it in a thick covering before he went to work the same way he had. Full of concentration as he listened to her. Eyes flashing up briefly. Finally speaking. The gruff tone of his voice only seeming more so. "If you could put any name on that birth certificate, full name. First, middle. What would it be? What would be your final choice out of everything? No rules, no taken names. What would you choose like those two other names never existed to anyone else."

Spencer “John…” she whispered quietly.  He had found the right thing to say to her that would literally bring her around to pure and simple logic.  She couldn’t name her child after a man that hated John, even if she saw it as her name and her contribution.  It didn’t matter that she wanted to name her first child that for most all of her life.  It didn’t matter at all.  She couldn’t bear the thought of them taking a name so close to a name already stated as Judas’ child’s name either.  John’s name wasn’t an option as she’d never want to take that entitlement from River, who they planned to make a part of their family officially as soon as possible.  But it would be in his words that she would find some form of comfort that he did want to do what she wanted there.  That he would potentially honor anything she wished for in that moment.  But she knew she couldn’t do it.  Her own name, it had been ruined.  Jaxon… she had just been too late to start formulating names she loved.  In truth, she’d been too late for John’s own name as well.  Though her leg was already lathered, up against his chest, supported by his hand, she drew it down into the water, undoing that which John had already done.  Reaching forward, she wrapped her hand around the soap dish, her other hand coming to the edge of the tub, using the two to lift herself upwards, finding her knees beneath her.  She couldn’t take being so far away from him anymore.  Now that the tears had almost subsided, only a few falling in the process, she moved towards him, her knees carefully tucked between his thighs as to not hurt him in the process.  Bringing her hands to his face, her own nose inches from his, meeting his eyes through the curtain of tears in her own.  “If I could put any name on that birth certificate in the world, it would be the name you and I come up with together.  Something we can both hear and instantly think, that’s our son.  Not the name that I wanted or you wanted.  What we want.  And I understand why those are off.  I do.  And I’m sorry I got upset.  I just… I want it to be perfect.  Some kids grow up thinking they have the worst name ever.  Like their parents just drew it from some popularity list for that year.  But I never felt that way.  And I never want him to feel that way.  I don’t want what I want.  I want what we want.”  She offered, her thumbs gently stroking at his cheeks as she attempted to meet him halfway as he was clearly doing more than that for her in that moment.  She had to put down the names she liked, as it wasn’t about her.  “I just met you too late,” she offered as her reasons for why the list of names was eliminated.  Reese, Jaxon, and John for that matter.  She was just too late.

John Hearing his name, well, at least what he thought was used for his name, his eyes shifted. Assuring she was calling upon him and not suggesting it as a name. Watching her draw down her leg before she lifted up. He watched her slip before him. Negotiating carefully as he met her eyes. Thumb sweeping a few fallen tears. "Not too late, things just take a little tweaking sometimes...but we'll know it when we hear it. So if you don't think we are there yet, let's do our homework and come back to this conversation except I want you to find the R and I'll do the J." He decided, the first name being all together more important, after all. Still hoping she'd consider "Rhys" for it.

Spencer The two of them finding a middle ground on the matter without either of them getting out of the tub or walking away from the other, though she was at a severe disadvantage when it came to getting up in any hurry at all from the floor of the tub, she couldn’t be disappointed any longer.  Feeling his own thumb against her face, she leaned her head into his palm, her eyes there at his as she nodded her head in agreement to that which he offered.  “I have literally never been more in love with you than I am in this moment,” she whispered, quite a far cry from how exiled she was feeling a moment before, but the swing of pregnancy hormones could go both high and low.  In the moment, this high was crafted by the man who credited himself not nearly enough in such matters.

John Feeling her leaning within his hand, he met her eyes upon her confession. Knowing she was only a moment away from tears at any given time, he decided to take the lighter approach. “Well, yeah…I’d hope so. You don’t think I’d shave just anyone’s legs, do you?” he asked, knowing that she knew, perhaps not in detail, that he was not a man such as this. To pamper and wait upon a woman. Hell, to even call back. It looked as if they were both making leaps and bounds from their former selves. Whether it be progress or the opposite, neither would know for sure.

Spencer In nearly a year’s time, neither of them were the same as they came into this relationship.  A relationship that was supposedly a sham, meant to keep their asses out of prison, and yet Spencer had found herself in the deepest kind of love that existed.  A kind where her own well-being was not of her concern.  Literally willing to take a bullet to the head for the man any given day of the week.  Her complete focus was him and him alone.  It wasn’t the Spencer anyone knew before John, which might have had a strong bit to do with why her father loathed him the way he did.  “No, I don’t,” she whispered, her smile gracing her features as she remained there on her knees between his thighs, her lips stealing to his for a brief moment before she’d draw back.  “But I don’t think I’m talking about you shaving my legs making me more in love with you either,” she reminded him as she stole another pass of his lips, not wanting to return to her end of that tub in the slightest.  A slow smirk slipped across her face as the man was there, in the tub, and she’d see just how long she could keep this going.  Slipping her hand behind him, she unplugged the drain, allowing the water to begin making its way down the drain to allow for fresh water to be added.  Turning slowly, carefully maneuvering though all the while knowing John would let nothing happen that would cause her nor the baby any harm.  As she slipped back down, her back to his, she leaned against his chest.  Off to one side so she could turn her head to his, her eyes met his with an innocent smile on her face.  “I think all important decisions should be made just like this from now on.  What do you say?  Dinner choices.  What to watch on tv.  Pretty much everything.”  It wasn’t /this/ tub she was so into.  It was this man she was so into.  She could do without the place they were staying, even if she was grateful to Judas for helping them out.  She wanted their own place to get started on their family and focusing on what was actually important, them.  “Stay?”  She asked, giving him the free will option to leave if he wanted to, but making her desires known as she found that they had something in that bathtub that she wanted to keep going.  Open communication flowing between the two.  A balance that often times they lacked.  If it was only present in this tub, they may as well take advantage of it while they were stuck at Judas’ place.

John “If I knew shaving your legs was all it took, could have done it the first night and spare us the trouble…” he teased before she was off with the task of the tub. Watching and feeling her lean into him as she made her suggestion. “Whatever makes you happy, Spence.” he stated simply, hearing her question as he gave a slow nod. “as long as you don’t tell nobody that I took a bath with you willingly.” he returned, thinking they had a promise if she could keep up her end of the bargain. Lips finding her temple where he allowed them to linger. Hand sweeping down over her stomach.

Spencer “You were held at gun point by a psychotic pregnant woman insisting she would kill you or your son if you didn’t lay with her in the tub.  Got it.”  Her words were teasing as she felt the pressing of his lips to her temple.  Leaning into that touch as his hands moved down over her stomach.  A soft sigh passed her lips as ten minutes earlier she could not have imagined them in this position at all.  John had shown more growth than she ever would have anticipated from the man, and yet she knew love did very strange things to people.  As the water drained out of the tub around them, she remained still there against him until the noise of the last of the water funneling out through the drain made itself known.  Slipping her hand to the faucets, she turned on only the hot water at first as it was still warm from when she filled the tub not long before.  Adding in the cold to appease the doctor’s wishes at least to some degree, she lowered her hand, letting the fresh water fill around them.  “So you really think we could get a fixer upper and have it ready in time?”  she asked, conceding to negotiate with the man as he had been so kind as to do the same for her in regards to their child’s name.  Sure, she wanted move in ready.  She wanted move in now if it meant they could get into their own place and start getting the baby’s room ready, but if John wanted to do it another way, she would at least entertain the idea of such.

John Watching her adding water to refill the tub, his hand remained to her stomach. Finding it intensely interesting and odd how that child lurked just under that surface and how he could most likely feel his father’s hand from overtop of his mother’s stomach. Lost in that thought before he heard her question and perked a brow. Allowing a low sigh. “Honestly? I don’t know if it’ll be ready right then but give me about 2 months after purchase date and it’ll be perfect.” he offered. “Or maybe…we could rent a place in the meantime. I can borrow the money from Judas.” he stated, knowing it took a lot to make that offer but they needed it and his brother was always quick to remind him that he’d be happy to help in these respects even if Johnny /would/ be paying him back.

Spencer There were certain things Spencer had in her mind.  Moments she had pinpointed that she was truly looking forward to with their son that would grace them in just a few weeks.  One of which was bringing him home, to a room done just for him.  Walls painted by the two of them.  A crib in the center of the room, free standing from the walls as he was the focal point of the bedroom.  A piece of furniture in the room made by his father’s hands.  But as John asked her for two months and the idea of renting in the meantime, his mention of perfect struck her.  John had never come off to her as one who strove for perfection anywhere outside of their marital bed.  But in that moment, she saw something there in him that had her instantly nodding her head.  “Let’s find one.”  She agreed, only hoping they could get the financing under her, and perhaps have the down payment rolled into the sale.  It was rare anymore, but it could be done.  “And we can get a rental in between, but only if you can make me just one promise.”  Bringing her hand over his there at her stomach, a restful baby making only slight motions beneath their hands.  “Promise me the first thing we do is his room.  That way when we leave the hospital to bring him home, we take him there and we put him in his bed and even if the rest of the house is unlivable, he spends his first moments in that room.”  Her eyes fixated on his as she anticipated his response, hoping they could find a way to meet halfway here as she put every ounce of trust in the man that he would put into her own wishes.  Compromise was now flowing in both directions and she was completely at ease with the idea of it.

John The man was far from a perfectionist, but he knew Spence was. He felt an obligation to make this experience as close to perfection as he could. This was her first child and while the baby would be important to him without a doubt, there was something about saying that. He was her firstborn. The first baby she’d ever look down and see her own traits reflected and maybe a few of his own. Hopefully less the latter and more the first, in John’s mind. He wanted it all to be perfect for her, as it hardly had for him. He had been denied these pleasures with River. These firsts. She would not be. Hearing her agreement, he glanced down towards her. “Yeah…I can do that.” he stated, as the baby’s room would be no big task. Or so he thought. Imagining a house they didn’t even know existed yet. Meeting her eyes with a nod.

Spencer As the water reached an appropriate level, she’d steal her eyes from him for the moment as she reached over to turn off the source.  “And then we do River’s room.”  She offered, not dropping the dream of having the young boy there within the close fold of their family very soon.  One of the things she had hated the most about how things were playing out at the moment was their lack of access to River.  She had gotten something rather steady going there for a while, but with her breakdown a couple months’ prior, such a thing wasn’t possible in her eyes.  If she were to be arrested, if the evidence were to surface, it would not be with John’s son in their presence.  “And then /our/ room.”  She added stress upon it, flirting with her husband a bit there as she spoke of a home she would have no idea just how much work or money it would need poured into it.  Just certain the right house existed with enough work to be done to keep the price down, but not so much that it would take months upon months to move in, she was finally feeding into John’s plan on this one without the resistance he had been met with in the bedroom not long ago.   Spencer had spent long enough ignoring this pregnancy, denying it, hiding it.  In the past few weeks it had all started to weigh on her and now with only a few weeks to go, she was finally truly getting excited about the baby arriving and the four of them starting their family.  “The whole threshold thing… out of the question?”  She asked, teasing him a bit there as she stole a kiss from his lips.

John Hearing her mention of River’s room, the man nodded. Yet, knowing the room would be a painful reminder. An empty crib with an occupied one in the other room only because one belonged to a different mother. He only hoped that her parents didn’t overhear what happened with River and learned that they could pull the same. Her mention of /their/ room was specific enough, idly glancing over towards the spicket before her other question struck. An inappropriate smirk as she pressed her lips to his. “Might be a little hard to pull off because I can imagine you’d be holding the baby by then.”

Spencer “Not then, John.  When we get the keys.  When it’s ours.  Even though it won’t be ready, it’ll be…” It was then that she realized that day would come while she was still quite pregnant.  Scrunching her nose as she dismissed the thought there, shaking her head.  “Not a big deal,” she offered, admitting defeat on that one.  She knew John was strong, but it had been quite some time since the night he carried her from the spare bedroom of their former apartment to the bedroom they shared.  Remembering how he had been with her that night would take over her thoughts for a moment as she turned slightly, her face resting against his chest.  “Tell me what you want,” she requested, wanting to hear his thoughts.  She’d told him what she wanted and what order she thought they should tackle it, giving her only real request that their child be brought there first, placed in his bed, and it be his first home even if they weren’t living within it yet.  “When you think of our house, what do you think of?”  She asked, her fingertips playing with the ends of his, completely relaxed there against him.  By far one of their softer times together, but the woman was in sheer heaven experiencing such with him.  Knowing it was not of the norm for them made it all the more memorable in her eyes, even if it was one of those moments between them she’d have to take to the grave.

John “ohhhh…yeah, we could pull it off.” he stated, not much fearing the prospect of her being that pregnant as he could pull it off now and he could pull it off then. Feeling her resting to his chest, he heard her request. She asked a very intense question that he had asked himself. One that was bound to drudge up a lot of feeling and it did. Nearly taking his breath away as he managed a deep breath. Not even sure if he wanted to answer. It made his chest heavy, swallowing hard. “When I…when I was little…one of my earliest memories was back in a house in Port Richmond. I don’t even know why we were there. Things weren’t so bad in those days. There were less of us. Before Joelle was born.” pausing. “Judas was probably around 6 or 7. I was maybe 5…and the old owners left a little bike in the yard. We didn’t know how to ride bikes because no one was around to teach us but Judas decided that he wanted to learn. I wanted to learn too but he told me no. Not yet. ‘Wait until I learn and when I’ve learned, I’ll teach you.’ I listened to him. He was the brave one, he was the older one. I watched him outside from the window for hours. Getting on, falling off, getting up. Doing it again. By about dinner, you could have wrung his clothes out from how bloody he was but by the time the sun went down, he had gotten it. Somehow, by himself.” glancing away for a moment, he returned to her eyes. “So he came in the house and he brought me outside…and he taught me. In the grass at first so if I fell, it didn’t hurt and then on the street. I didn’t bleed once. He taught himself first so he could teach me. That’s what brothers do. They protect one another…and though I know that our son will always have parents to teach him how to ride a bike, I’d want to see River out there with him someday. Grabbing the handlebars when he lost his balance, helping him get a running start…” stopping, the man cleared his throat. Knowing how impossible that all seemed now. The reminder of how close in age they would be like he and Judas were an ever prevalent reminder.

Spencer As John began, he had Spencer’s full attention.  She was so focused on what was on the inside, she had forgotten momentarily what the house was actually going to be.  A place for the four of them to live, to experience life, to grow together.  It wouldn’t take long before a slow smile would sweep her features as John opened up a bit to her about a childhood she would never fully comprehend.  As he glanced away, she could only assume it was to refocus himself as to not allow the memory to fully take him over.  It had her though, hook, line, and sinker.  Small pools of moisture collected in the corners of her eyes as she kept her eyes set to his own.  There for him throughout as her fingers continued their nonsensical pattern over his as if she didn’t have them committed to memory already.  “Our son will have parents and a big brother to love him and protect him,” she reminded him, that much she was confident in.  They might have had to wait a little longer than either of them had wanted with not having a permanent residence, but the new house was going to go a long way with the court system to show the stability John was now able to offer the child.  Not to mention being married to a cop, albeit dirty, but.  She knew not to try to overly convince the man that River would be there soon enough, but she knew it in her heart to be true.  She didn’t blame John for keeping it at arm’s length in his slight hesitation and disbelief as surely he would be attempting to protect himself from the letdown, but she had promised him happiness and she was going to give it to him.  “And while River is teaching Rhys to ride his bike in the grass… where will you be?”  She asked, her smile only growing that much more as she drew her lower lip between her teeth.

John Hearing her reminder, she said it but she had to say that. It was expected and appreciated but he knew better. He always had known better. Maybe someday but by then, so much damage will have been done. His sights were still locked on getting him back before his third birthday, yet anything past that, he wasn’t sure he could bring himself to explain to a child one day why his earliest memories did not have him in it. Why he had to learn to call him “dad.” Hearing her give into that name like he knew she would, the question earned a low nod of his head. Meeting her eyes. “You know where I’ll be.” he reminded her simply, as if it was the simplest question in the world. /Right there beside them./ As if he’d miss the chance.

Spencer As he confirmed that which she already knew, just beyond an acknowledging nod of his head to her slipping in of the name she would choose for him, there was not a bit of stress residing within the woman.  Going from stressful house purchasing discussions to stressful name discussions to now having most of it all worked out, she was beside herself.  Lifting her hand from his, abandoned there against her stomach, she brought her hand to the side of his face.  Meeting his eyes, completely on board with the entire idea of the boys playing in the yard with their father right there, she would move heaven and earth to make that happen for John without a single doubt of her mind.  “I can’t wait,” she whispered, an honest confession as it was exactly what she wanted as well.  Lifting her chin slightly, she brought her lips to softly pass over his, a kiss to match the tone of the conversation though not a typical display of affection between the two.

John Meeting her lips with his own, anything other than that kiss and it’s tone would have seemed inappropriate given the obvious. He allowed his fingers to gently pass over hers and over her navel. Knowing how she felt about the fact that her belly button had popped and he was always playing with it just to get a reaction out of her. Trying not to smile into the kiss as it was literally just about the only thing that could make him laugh at the moment despite the fact that it was at her expense.

Spencer Drawing back from what might have been one of the sweetest kisses the two would ever share, she instantly was batting his hand away from her stomach.  “C’mon, John.  I kiss you, you kiss me.  There’s no ‘let’s fuck with Spence’s belly button’ involved in that.”  She complained, a pout there at her lips as she drew her arms up to cross against her chest, her forearms resting against her protruding stomach.  “That’s it.  Bath over.  And I’m telling everyone you took it willingly, and you requested bath salts.”  Her words left her lips quickly as she was reaching for the drain to let the water out again.  A glorified temper tantrum earned by him completely.  He was more than deserving of it, knowing how much she hated her body in general at this point in time.  No part of her felt sexy and definitely not that part of her that seemed to draw his attention time and time again.

John “I did kiss you!” he complained in return, watching her pout that he would have happily kissed. Loving that pout. Hearing her threat that brought a shake of his head. Seeing her letting the water out as it was one way to get out of the tub. “Oh, relaaax.” he stated as his lips found her temple and her cheek repeatedly, alternating between the two as he attempted to kiss it better. “I’d let you play with my belly button…” he reminded her and she knew he would as his lips pressed firm kisses down her jawline and the back of her shoulder. Literally, kissing up. “You’re all baby, Spence. I bet I can feel a little foot right underneath that belly button.” he reminded her, as the woman had no reason to feel insecure about it.

Spencer “John,” she whined, feeling his kisses that were so fucking hard to resist, though she would try with all of her might to maintain that pout at her lips.  As his lips found her jawline, she was fucked and she knew it.  “John, c’mon.  I don’t like it,” she complained, though he well knew it by now.  She wanted her body back.  She wanted the body back that she knew he had enjoyed from day one.  She wanted their child, but she wanted her body back.  Her booty shorts.  The tiny tank tops.  She wanted it all but it was still so far out of reach.  “I bet you can!”  She laughed, finally showing he was breaking through her as she was fairly certain with the right amount of pressure to any area of her stomach, he could more than likely make the shape of the child’s head, bottom, foot, maybe even a hand if the baby was feeling cooperative enough.  Feeling his lips to the back of her shoulder, she was quickly losing her own battle there.  Knowing it, she gripped her hands to the side of the tub, taking the first step to lifting herself out of the tub and away from his attempt to make his transgression forgiven.  “John…” his name again, perhaps going for a record for how many times she could say it in thirty-five seconds.  A tilt of her head with a sigh to her lips would prove he was getting to her as she pressed her palms against the tub to lift herself, the struggle between a pout and a laugh at her lips still waging its own war.

John Hearing her laugh, he knew he was getting somewhere. Just going to show that she was all pregnancy belly. Feeling like he was cracking through the ice as he heard his name once more. “Spence.” he returned knowingly, arms sneaking underneath of hers to assure she wasn’t going anywhere. Showing that his arms could still very much wrap around her and then some as his lips found her ear. Pressing those firm kisses. “all this hostility when I just want to play with your belly button.”

Spencer As his arms slipped around her, holding her there, she kept her hands placed on the rim of the tub as though she could find an opportunity to slip the man’s hold, though she more than knew better.  As his lips found her ear, she drew her lower lip between her teeth.  “You aren’t playing fair, John, and you know it,” she accused as she bit against her lower lip.  Always so easily turned on, he wasn’t helping matters as pregnant Spencer was perhaps even more ready to go at all times than non-pregnant Spencer, which spoke volumes.  “John, please.  John.  Just.  God…” Feeling herself on the verge of conceding to let him play with it if it meant he would stop this onslaught of kisses.  Even four months ago, she would’ve been turned around, straddling the man in no time flat.  Letting him bend her over the edge of the tub.  Positioned against the top of the bathroom counter.  Pushed against the bathroom wall.  The opportunities were endless.  But now, there was that protruding stomach that said such things were simply not possible.  This would play through her mind over and over again as he kissed her flesh, having to literally remind herself that she couldn’t from where they were.  She had to get out of the tub.  She had to get them out of the tub.  She had to have him and she couldn’t have him there.  “You are playing with fire, Mr. James…”

John Hearing her relenting, he had to laugh. It was too fun for him to get her going. She entertained him even when she wasn’t trying and at times, he felt that was the differences. The women he was used to dealing with were bodies and faces, hardly personalities. Nothing held at the end of the day but that. She was different, always had been. It held even when the rest faded away. Hearing her final statement that drew out a low laugh. “Good thing we are in an empty tub then…”

Spencer “John!”  She screamed, using every ounce of strength she had now to push against him, not finding his antics funny at all.  “Let me go!”  She screamed out again, turning her face towards him, finding the look there on his face indicating just how much he was enjoying this.  “I’m gonna…”  she began, a threat just behind it was assured.  “I’m…” again she would begin it before finally her pout would disappear completely, her lips suddenly pressing firmly to his as he had won this war if by those kisses alone.  Knowing the tub wasn’t an option, one wouldn’t know it from the fire behind her kiss.  Her hand finding the side of his face as she turned into him as much as she could there, abandoning the hands at the sides of the tub, feeling his arms still there around her.  She hated him for this, for breaking her.  She hated him and yet she loved him all at the same time, for there was no other that could get her going quite like he could.

John “Spence!” he returned with the same enthusiasm, hearing her idle threats that she couldn’t even finish as he felt her turn slightly. Hand to his face as he met her eyes with a challenging smile. This was what she fought for, this is what she loved and would come home to each night and she had to know it. There was no in between with Johnny. It was intensity on both sides of the spectrum and she was in for a hell of a ride. “I love you…” he reminded her, letting the sound roll off slowly from his tongue. A reward he knew she loved just for dealing with him at the moment.

Spencer Feeling that break between them, she met his eyes as he said those words to her.  Words that were only exchanged ever so often.  Words that meant more to her coming from him than they had coming from any other in her entire life for with John, she knew them to be true.  They were prized.  They weren’t overused.  They were only for their most private of moments.  But to hear him prompt them first had caught her off guard.  She let her thumb stroke against his cheek as a smile took her features.  “And I love you,” she promised, as if there were any question on the matter.  Pressing her lips to his once more, she brought her hands back to the sides of the tub to see if he would let her go now that the water had escaped the basin entirely.  

John Getting what he wanted out of her, he’d let her go. Arms slipping from around her to allow her to stand up without fear of distraction. Knowing he’d assure she was careful as she went as it was precious cargo between her and the baby both. A hand instead passing over the top of his head. Still attempting to grow used to the feeling himself as he smirked softly. Quite proud of himself for both getting in that and getting himself out.

Spencer Knowing John was right behind her, she could ease up with no fear that the man had her completely.  Once to her feat, she reached out of the tub to grab a towel for herself.  Wrapping the towel around her body, she carefully stepped out of the tub and onto the mat there waiting as she grabbed John’s towel for him as well.  Holding it just out of his reach where he would have to get out of the bath tub dripping ass wet to retrieve it, slowly taking another step back with a grin on her lips.  Teasing him now since he had more than had his fair share of fun on that last one.  “You want this?”  She asked, a laugh there at her lips as she took another step back, now making it impossible for him to snatch it from her from within that bath tub.

John Standing up as he heard her question, he narrowed his eyes. Knowing exactly what she was doing but he wasn’t going to chase her for it. “Easy…floor is wet.” he reminded her as she was literally dripping onto it and any sudden movements could render disaster as he stepped out of the tub himself without much concern. “I don’t need that towel, I can just climb into bed like this…wouldn’t make any fuckin’ difference to me.”

Spencer Hearing his warning, she took notice quickly as she took another step back, still attempting to taunt the man with the towel as she took advantage of the moment to look him up and down.  “You can’t get into bed like that.  You’ll get the sheets wet!”  She reminded him, shaking the towel in her hand, reminding him it was the key to getting into bed with her.  The only moisture she wanted on his body was either sweat or her own.  “Just take it, John,” she teased, taking another step back.  “Here, I’ll be nice,” she offered, holding it out to him where she would yank it back should his hand make any attempt to the fabric.

John Narrowing his eyes at her, eyes still careful of her footing against the floor as she was actively making him nervous and she knew it. “I’m not taking it, get onto the carpet…” he warned, as the cut off of the rug to the bedroom would provide a bit of traction, walking past her into the room where he loomed ever close to the bed. Threatening to get those sheets of hers wet shamelessly. “Are these the good ones too?” he asked curiously, reaching out to feel whether those were the ones that were a far cry from what he kept. The sheets expected of this kind of penthouse, finding that they were. He had to smirk. “They are the good ones.”

Spencer Standing her ground now on the wet floor, a stand off between the two.  As his hand reached for the bed, she gasped.  “You wouldn’t!”  She dared, but as his wet hand touched the sheets on /her/ side of the bed, she took another step intentionally remaining on that tile floor.  “Come get the towel and I’ll get on the carpet,” she argued, lifting her foot and taking another step, intentionally giving him something bigger than wet sheets to worry about.  “Don’t get on that bed, John James.  Towel.  Towel and… towel and I might let you fuck me.”  She offered, a lift of her brows as if she was making the sacrifice there.  The towel being raised out towards him in front of her.  “Come get the towel and no one gets hurt…”

John “I’m not coming towards you until you get off that fucking carpet.” he returned, watching her step which made him wince. Taking a step forward. “okay, you get onto the carpet and I’ll take the towel.” he returned, attempting to make this work before he heard her offer. Snorting back a laugh. “You /might/? Yeah? You thinking about it?” he asked, knowing well that the man knew how to get what he wanted out of her if he so wanted. “Feet to the rug, missus…and I /might/ think about fucking you.”

Spencer Lifting her foot towards the carpet that was just inches before her, she rested her big toe against the carpet, a smirk to her lips.  “Take a step this way,” she offered, making a little progress there as she brought her hand to the doorframe that separated the bathroom from the bedroom if for no other reason but stability.  Holding his towel now close to her own body, negotiating with him at least to a certain degree here.  “Towel to your body and I might /let/ you fuck me.”  She repeated her own words again, clarifying who was letting what happen here.  She already knew she’d back down to him.  She knew it.  He knew it.  It was just simply in her nature at this point.  But she would not submit to the man until he had her in a compromising position.  Then he could have anything he wanted from her, as always.  But as long as her feet were on the floor and his lips were not on her flesh, Spencer James was still very much in control of herself, for the moment anyways.

John Watching her edging closer to the carpet, he literally growled. Knowing she was throwing her weight in the best way she knew how and she was winning but he was alright with this. For now, until she was over the boundary of the door. “God, I can’t wait until you are not pregnant anymore…throw that difficult little ass over my shoulder…” he reminded her as he reached out for the towel, giving in as he took it and began to towel dry himself with it. “C’mon.”

Spencer The moment he threatened her, she smirked, finding that to be the greatest threat ever.  “Count me in,” she teased, making a mental note to be just as difficult as possible just to make him do it as soon as she was in the clear to do so.  As soon as his hand snatched the towel, she brought both feet forward onto the carpet simultaneously as he told her to come forward.  “See.  Was that so hard?”  She asked teasing the man, a laugh at her lips.  Using her own towel to finally dry herself off, walking towards the dresser to find a set of clothes to sleep in.  “I’m holding you to that over the shoulder thing, by the way,” she reminded him, flashing him a smirk over her shoulder.

John “Don’t you worry. You’ll find yourself there sooner before later…” he seemed to vow as she walked towards the dresser. Relieved to just find her on dry carpet though part of him was still tempted to grab a seat on the bed. Passing the towel over his head and the back of his neck, behind his ears with all the gentle touch of a man cleaning his car against his own skin. Waiting for her to draw out his usual as he dropped the towel into the nearby hamper.

Spencer Given ample opportunity to play another little game with the man, she withdrew her own articles of clothing from the right side dresser drawers, then his from the left.  Turning around with his boxers in her hand, she smirked as she leaned over, stepping within them.  As she brought them up, she flashed him a full smile.  “Tonight, we trade.”  She teased, unable to even finish the statement without laughter interrupting her.  Playfulness had found its way into their night in a way that was uncommon for the two of them.  All of it playing into a rollercoaster that had come to be some sort of normal with her over the last two months as the pregnancy seemed to infect her brain entirely by this point.  “No?  Not so much?”  She asked, biting at her lower lip as she looked up towards him through a short distance between the two.  “You can take them back if you want to…” she offered, a lift of her brows she didn’t realize had even happened.

John “No. no. no. no.” already starting his chant by the time he saw what she was going to be doing, he knew he wouldn’t be able to get it out of his head. Whining as she pulled them on. “No.” he insisted as she brought them up bringing him to reach up and thumb at the elastic. Wanting them off. “Those are mine…and I most definitely can’t wear yours.” he reminded her, wincing at the thought. Already reaching out to tug them down and off. “Now I won’t be able to achieve wood for a fucking week. Did this one to yourself.”

Spencer John’s reaction was priceless.  Spence was in stitches cracking up instantly as he was dragging the boxers from her.  “Oh c’mon, John.  I was fucking kidding,” she managed through her laughter, shaking her head.   John not getting hard for twelve hours would be a miracle, let alone a week.  “You wanna bet me?”  She asked, a devious smirk already to her lips as she was stepping out of the boxers at the guiding of his hand, her own hand slipping out to wrap around his piece.  “How much do you want to bet me?”  The grin to her face said the woman was far from done with her own playful antics, yet as she positioned herself to touch him, she knew she was relinquishing power at the very same time.  Stroking her hand against him, she stepped in closer, lips finding his upper arm as her free hand gripped his bare ass.  

John Feeling her hand instantly going for him, he met her grin as he took in a deep breath. Shaking his head as he felt her pull in. Knowing his body would make him a liar. “Well, you see…I meant that I wouldn’t get a naturally occuring boner for a week.” rephrasing to make himself less of a liar, she knew what she was doing when it came to him. A little too well versed and what got the man going.

Spencer “Ohhh, is that what you /meant/ to say?”  She asked, knowing that was a blatant lie in itself as the man tended to wake up hard as fuck.  “Ooookay, John.  Let’s go with that.  And in the morning, you make sure I get a quick hand check to find out.”  Eyes cut upward to him knowingly, her smirk easily felt against his upper arm.  As her hand continued to stroke the man, her eyes would drift back up towards his eyes, gauging his reaction behind his hues.  “So… now the question is… do you want your wife?”  She asked, teeth coming in contact with his skin just beyond her question as if it were a slight taste of what would forever be present between the two.  “Or do you want me to get dressed?”  She asked, tightening her grip slightly as she kept that stroke slow and even up and down his full length.

John “Mhm.” agreeing with his continued efforts at convincing her, he heard her response. Meeting those light eyes of hers, the look of mischief loud and clear. She could do mischief plenty well in her own right though she’d probably deny it. Hearing her follow up question, he had to smirk. “Have I ever /not/ wanted my wife?” he asked honestly, knowing she knew the answer to that. That his idea that he did not want her could stop there if considered that the man had never backed down from the challenge. Leaning in where he pressed another firm kiss to her jawline just as he had a few moments before. Hands seeking out her hips.

Spencer The feeling of his lips to her jaw would naturally bring her chin to rise towards him, a bite already there at her lips as she continued the stroke of her hand around his hardening cock.  “Never,” she returned, as he was absolutely correct in having never not wanted her, although as the days stretched on, she was losing the ability to believe he wanted her as much as he once had.  Things were different.  She was different.  Her own insecurities would reside just behind her hues, though they were every one unfounded as John never instilled them on her, but she to herself.  As his hands found her hips, her teeth released that lower tier as she lifted to her toes to steal his instead.  A soft bite as her eyes cut up towards his, desire flooding hazel eyes as she tugged slowly back against his lip.

John “That’s right…and I’m never /not/ going to want you…” he stressed, and there was nothing she could do to change that. Feeling her seek out his lips as he felt her tug. Allowing this as he leaned forward into her. One of his hands finding the side of her face so he could better control this situation. Even better, to steal control from her as he pulled back and met her eyes. “and I always am going to want you…even one day when you want to crochet and watch soaps all afternoon. Going to be that perverted old man you gotta’ shoo off.” he remarked, though most of him thought he wouldn’t make it that long, he could at least give her that much of what their future could entail.

Spencer A smirk graced her lips as she let his lip fall from her grasp.  “And I’ll still ride you like it’s your last day, even as I catch up on my stories with the crochet needle going with my arms around your neck.”  If he could tease, she’d do the same, though she was rather certain it wouldn’t matter how old they grew together, she’d still want him just the same as she had since day one.  If there was one thing that was never lacking in their relationship, it was sexual chemistry.  Feeling his hand to the side of her face, she was privy to his game there, and she’d let him have it, for there was no place she loved better than to be at the will of the man’s hand.  Trust radiated from her at every turn in positions such as this as her eyes shone up to his that full and endless trust that he had earned from her one of their first nights as a married couple.  Not breaking her eyes free from his, she brought her hand up from his cock, turning her face towards her palm to add moisture against her palm before she’d bring her hand back to glide easily over his piece, able to draw a quicker pace there as she stole her lower lip for her own hold once more.

John Laughing at the mention of the crochet needle. He could see it. Somehow. He could see a future with her, not just one day to the next. He saw a tomorrow with her. “Wouldn’t expect anything less.” he assured her as he felt her hand seek him out once again with the addition of lubrication for the task. Inhaling slowly. Clearly appreciating it as he watched her against her own bottom lip. Leaning down where he captured it for himself between his teeth. Hand to her hip tightening as he pushed a step forward to get them a bit closer to the bed.

Spencer Before her teeth could leave marks against her own lower lip, he had stolen it from her, generating a soft whine from the woman.  Taking the prompted step back as he stepped forward, she took another and another until the back of her thighs were against the bed behind her.  Following his lead every step of the way as he had his wife in full obedience mode, a rarity as she often challenged that authority.  But truly, she knew he had earned this one for how compassionate he had been within the bath for her benefit.  Additionally, when she behaved, she truthfully reaped the benefits tenfold.  Her hand continually stroked against him, rotating her wrist slightly as she came up his length where she would remain until he deemed her to stop.  Her eyes easily reflected her state of mind as she kept them up to his, fixated on his light hues as if to eagerly await his direction.  She may not have felt the part she once stood within, as she was lacking certain elements she once held, but she still knew she would never give the opportunity for John to want for something or someone else.  She would please him to the very best of her own ability, even if she couldn’t see what he saw anymore.

John Feeling her still stroking him as he guided her to the bed and knowing her to be the end of it. Merely waiting for her to go ahead and make that stop there. Quite alright with this in the first place as his hand remained to her jawline. Meeting her eyes as she met his. For once, he did not wish to dominate her. He wanted the push and pull, the ebb and flow. He just wanted the feel of her and the release at the end of the day. To be close to her. Meeting her eyes, he watched her as he allowed his hand at her hip to sweep down. Tracing the delicate flesh between her legs as he furthered his closeness to her heated core with each passing moment.

Spencer As his hand fell gently against her hip inwards to her inner thigh, she drew in a deep breath at the softness in the man’s calloused hands.  She had found and learned the difference in the way the man would look at her in moments such as these.  The tone of his eyes nearly altering in softer times to which she was almost certain she was picking up on in that moment.  No strong power play made, she leaned forward, pressing her lips to his chest as she took it upon herself to test the waters of the gentle approach she felt through his eyes.  Breaking that eye contact if only to press her lips to his flesh, drawing back slowly to capture his eyes once more.  Double checking herself to be sure she was picking up the right signals from her husband as she brought her free hand to his side.  Gripping lightly at the man’s side for that stability as she lifted one leg to draw up to the bed, followed by the other, bringing herself to her knees in front of him at the taller height the bed offered her.  Still not eye to eye with the man, but closer than she was on flat foot.  Her hand at his cock took a softer approach as she became more thorough in those strokes, molding to that which she thought he wanted.  The one time she was game for true obedience, he didn’t want it, but the woman wouldn’t crack a smile to the thought as this took her position to a new level.  Equally inventive with a common goal of satisfying her husband by means of their joint partnership.

John If her pregnancy had caused any change in them sexually, it was this. Less inclined to grip her up and do what he might normally. Quicker to allow her the softer stuff knowing he couldn't quite enjoy himself with anything too rough. Too concerned with her comfort as she drew back on the bed. Slipping a hand from between her thigh where he found her side again, gesturing for her to lay back as he had found his window to dive exactly into what he wanted.

Spencer Even as the tone had changed between them intimately speaking, there would still be those moments where he would gesture something that would send a spark through her.  Dragging her lower lip through her teeth, she would do as suggested with little to no hesitation.  Altering her position to lay back against the bed, her eyes shot up to him, a faint smile gracing her lips as she drew a soft breath.  The anticipation of his touch already getting to her even in that brief few moments of break between them. Truthfully, a part of her hoped this softer side of things found some residence in life after the baby, though she truly could not wait until a time when they could return to the full degree of that which they knew at the same time.  Reminding herself it was just a few weeks away was more than enough to get her through, aside from the fact that the increased intimacy between them here was more than appreciated for what it was.  She loved John before she was pregnant, but had found an entirely different level of loving him while pregnant as she saw firsthand just how far his protection for her would reside within him.

Spencer James After laying down in John’s bed, succumbing to the tears and allowing them to flow as she had the apartment to herself, she finally fell asleep.  The door to the apartment remained unlocked, as she had simply been too distracted by Delia’s barging in to remember to lock it after she was thrown out.  Spencer’s badge and gun laid upon the countertop in the kitchen, her shoes beside the front door.  Droppings evident that she was home, yet the door was not latched.  As she heard the door open, she reached to the bedside table for her firearm to find it not there, upon the realization that she had not brought it within the bedroom with her.  Slowly lifting herself from John’s bed, she slipped to the dresser, sliding open a drawer that she knew concealed a gun.  Withdrawing it, she inched to the doorway where she leaned slightly to the side to catch a glimpse of John there at the door.  A sigh on her lips as she lowered the gun, placing it behind her on the top of the dresser.  “You scared me to death.”  She confessed through facial features that would show evident to the week behind her, complete with the bruise to her jaw that had been hidden by make up for days placed there by his mother, though Spence had yet to say a word of any of it to John.  “Hi.”  She added, a bit of a softer sentiment, feeling him out for the kind of day he had outside of the apartment.

 John James Hearing the familiar click of a gun hitting wood, it was a familiar sound in John’s life. Unmistakable even if he closed the door behind him. Noting it was unlocked. A reprimand for it rising in the back of his throat. Hearing her statement about him scaring her, he grunted his response. Eyes scanning over her where he noted a fading yet still dark bruise over her jaw. Confusion evident in is features as his light brows drew and he reached back to pull off his cut. The simple white shirt underneath. “Hi…” he stated simply in return, waiting for an immediate explanation on what the fuck was going on with her.

 Spencer James Keeping pause at the doorframe to the bedroom as John slid out of his cut, his greeting clearly laced in words unspoken.  “How was your day?”  She asked, though maintaining her place in the doorway instead of nearly jumping on him as he came through the door.  An internal battle with herself as she took him in visually, both wanting to seek solace in him and guard herself all at the same time.  Spencer being rather transparent with John had both emotions painted against her skin as she looked to him, praying his day had been well, needing to hear a little something positive after the hours upon hours that his mother had infected her negativity throughout.

 John James Hearing her question, his brows only knit. Voicing his confusion of why she was trying to act like this was a normal and average day. First he had come in to an unlocked door, nearly been shot and now he was supposed to act like he didn’t see what was literally written on her face. He sensed the sheer coldness radiating off of her as he slipped his cut off of his shoulders and pulled up his sagging jeans. “You going to treat me like I’m stupid or you are going to tell me what happened to your face?” he asked in return, already reaching for the pack of cigarettes in his pocket.

 Spencer James With her own attempt at conversation averted, she had expected it to be so, she was asked a question that was anything but what she was attempting to do.  She wasn’t intending to treat him like he was stupid and the very idea that he thought that sent value to words spoken from Delia.  Separation.  She could feel it mounting in the space between them, but she didn’t know if she had the strength to push through it on her own.  “I’m treating you like your stupid for asking you how your day was?  Really?”  She asked, her face displaying her shock at the idea of it, her internal pain displayed against her features.  She’d been called stupid one too many times that day and she wasn’t about to give that same treatment to John and he should know it in her opinion.  “Your mother happened to my face.”

 John James “You’re treating me like I’m stupid when you think we are just gonna’ have a normal fuckin’ conversation with you standin’ in front of me with a mark on your face. One that wasn’t there yesterday yet is too faded to be fresh. I guess I’m too fuckin’ stupid to know that too though, right?” he asked, the man had been called stupid many times in his life. He wasn’t well-educated and all the world knew it. Yet, he knew bruises. He knew marks. He knew many things that many didn’t and if she would like to suggest that it wasn’t her intent to hide it then it would be a straight up lie. Hearing her mention his mother, he all but stopped his hunt for his cigarettes in his face. Jaw clenching before shaking his head. “Of-course she did.” he stated, as if it was a no-brainer as he pulled his pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

 Spencer James “No.  It wasn’t there yesterday.  I didn’t know what to do with it, or if I wanted to talk about it, so I hid it.”  She stated honestly as she shook her head.  “I don’t really know if we should talk about it now.”  She stated, considering she had spent the last several hours a mess on his bed.  She was clearly in no emotional place to think clearly and her emotional level may bode well for a decent conversation with John, yet there were things that he needed to be aware of, or did he?  She couldn’t even decide.  Finally deciding to take that step to cross the distance between them, she brought herself to stand before him, her small hand taking his as it so often did.  A glimpse of who she had been with him, though the physical and emotional damage done at the hand and word of Delia James was proving to be great.  “Share with me?”  She requested, a low tone to her voice as she looked up at him.

 John James “So you lied.” the man concluded, granted, it was a theological argument for the ages whether not giving the truth was lying. Yet, he knew if it was the other way around and he had not told her something? Bringing his cigarette to the corner of his lips as she reached for his hand. Withdrawing it. Not quickly but enough to get his point across. He wasn’t going here with her as that hand dug into his pocket for his lighter. Hearing her question as he lit his cigarette, taking a few strong inhales before he was handing it over. “You know for a woman who claims to value honesty, you sure did maintain a few day lie like a fuckin’ champion.” he stated honestly, jaw still clenched. The place he most obviously showed his anger. “What did my cunt of a mother do this time to try to make my life miserable? Or did she succeed?” he asked, seething as it dripped from his teeth. He couldn’t even be surprised. She always did this.

 Spencer James She could only nod as he accused her of the lie.  Hiding something from him had been a lie, even if it had been to save them from a conversation that she wasn’t ready to have then, nor was she entirely prepared to have now, but the damage from his mother had kept coming and it finally had Spencer at a breaking point.  A point that John had already picked up on from the looks of things.  With the withdraw of his hand, her eyes reeked of sadness at the lost gesture.  Separation.  This was why she had hesitated at closing that gap.  A fear of rejection beginning to lace through her small frame.  With the cigarette given to her, she took a long drag from it before she would again speak.  “Cunt.”  She repeated.  The last word spoken to her by Delia.  A word that radiated within her, along with far too many others.  She could feel it all rising within, though she was battling to maintain herself for the moment.  “What didn’t she say?”  She whispered, bringing the cigarette to her lips again, exhaling a drag as she diverted her eyes from him.  “You don’t love me.  You never will.  Not capable.  I don’t know you and she does.  I’m delusional.  I’m stupid if I think you will ever be monogamous with me.  You’re fucking Vicky and every girl at the club.  You like your ten cent whores and why would you turn them down for someone as overrated as myself.”  As her words went on, the attempt at maintaining emotion was failing a little more with each word passing through her lips a bit slower than the one before.  “You might be doing this with me… but you’re doing it with everyone else too.  You’re not a ‘one pussy’ man.  And I have to accept that.”  The last phrase bringing her to take one more drag from the cigarette through unfortunately dampening eyes.  Proof stronger than the bruise at that which his mother had accomplished in her.  

 John James “So I’m fucking my aunt now?” he asked, making sure he understood it all as he heard her statement. None of it surprising him. Able to hear it all in his mother’s voice. He shook his head before the cigarette was brought to his lips. “And my guess is…” pausing to exhale his drag. “That you are probably believing it, ain’t you? Every single word of it? You’re gonna’ take everything to heart. The fuckin’ methhead whore who has 5 kids from 5 different fathers and has been hell bent on makin’ sure I know how much she hates me since the day I was born, right?”

 Spencer James Knowing Vicky had just been a coy statement, Spencer had not bought into that one at all, but he had asked what she had said, so she was attempting not to leave anything out.  Keeping her eyes averted from him until the point that he had finished speaking, she made a slow lift of her head, her eyes meeting his.  “I don’t know what to believe right now.”  She stated honestly as the tears made their way from her eyes.  “I know how I feel about you.  And I’ve defended us until I was blue in the face.  But I need you to tell me something here.  I need you to tell me that it’s all wrong.  I know what I feel for you and from you, but I need to hear something out loud here, John.  I need you to tell me that she’s full of shit.  I need you to tell me that you want me.  That you want only me.  That I’m not a stupid cunt that is in love with you wrongfully.”

 John James “You don’t know what to believe between me and her?” he asked, almost amazed that she would even ask such a question. Something of a cough or scoff leaving him. A hybrid of the two. It was like they had regressed. Any progress made was nothing now. She was putting him on the same playing field as her. Hearing her questions, he shook his head. “Nothing has fucking changed, Spence. Get a fucking grip, you really are going to listen to the shit that comes out of her mouth and value that as the same of what I’ve already fuckin’ told you? I grew up in that fuckin’ club, I grew up around those guys. I understand that and it’s what I told you all along. That’s not to say that one day you are going to be able to treat me like shit and I’m going to sit here at your ankles because I’m not that fuckin’ guy either. But I told you I wasn’t fuckin’ doing anything once. I’m not gonna’ sit here and repeat myself because you have decided to take her word on somethin’ that is none of her fucking business.“

 Spencer James “You’ve got this all wrong.”  She whispered as she took a step back, shaking her head, turning her back as she refused to allow him to see her break any further.  She had defended him, them, in every single altercation with his mother.  She had done so until she completely lost her grounding.  If anyone is told something enough, they will start to believe it.  Spencer was now living proof of the adage.  “Forget I asked for anything.”  She managed as she took a deep breath, choking back any further emotion to expel from her.  “Sorry.”  With the last word, she lost the ability to restrain anything from within her.  She had tried to play as normal as possible with him.  He wanted answers and she gave them, yet she couldn’t help but feel that he was seeing it all from the wrong angle.  Accusations where she had needed simple reassurances.  

 John James His nostrils flared as she suggested he could forget about any of this, he didn’t feel as if he was taking anything wrong. This was not an easy lifestyle she had submerged herself within. His mother had sought and found weakness in Spence that she was not going to take advantage of regularly. Her skin would need to thicken, she would need to get used to it and trust in him when all else failed. When all the other cards were crumbling. He had no reason to lie to her but now that honesty was no longer at the top of their priorities. He no longer knew what to say as he approached the living room window. Flinging the cigarette out of it, slamming the window shut.

 Spencer James Hearing the slamming of the window with nothing else said between the two of them, Spencer turned around, no longer able to shield her own emotion.  “Can you please just tell me?”  She asked, pleading with him to step outside of himself for just a minute, for the betterment of the both of them.  She wanted to fall against him.  She wanted to feel that what they had was solid.  But with all that had been thrown at her over the last week, she just needed that reassurance from him.  “I know you don’t want to repeat yourself.  And I don’t want you to think that I think anything less of you.  I just need to hear from you, John.  Just tell me something.  Something that will be enough to hold on to the next time she runs her mouth.  Tell me that it’s only me.  That I’m not wrong loving you.  Please.”  Vulnerability through streams of tears as she literally begged him to give her something.  Her love for him was fighting against all that his mother had stated, battling for control, and all it would take was something small from him to win her over completely again.  

 John James Turning around as she spoke, nearly begging him. It wasn’t a flattering look for anyone. Much less a woman of such dignity. He moved quickly towards her, looking as if he might lunge at her yet his intentions were genuine though they may have looked slightly terrifying at her angle. Like the predator launching on its prey as his hands found the sides of her neck. Thumbs pressing to her jaw as he willed her to watch him. Thumb gentle over that bruised jaw. “It is only you, Spence. I can’t say you are right or wrong for loving me because quite frankly, I don’t get why the fuck you do but all I can promise is that this ain’t the reason why it’s wrong to love me.” he stated honestly, taking a breath. “But I need to show you something…so maybe you can start understandin’ a little something about why my mother and I can’t fuckin’ stand one another.”

 Spencer James Watching John cross the space in the manner in which he did, there was a look of terror on her face as she did not yet know what it was he would do or say.  She did not think he would lay hands on her, though she was already well aware of the way in which his words could hurt her, especially when in close proximity.  As his hands encompassed her neck, his thumbs forcing her chin higher to look to him, she got the confirmations that she needed from him in the assurance that it was only her.  The sobs continued as he stated his truth of not knowing why she loved him, though she was not given the opportunity to explain before he was taking a breath and asking that he let him show her something.  With slight mobility, she nodded her head silently, agreeing to his offer of insight, though the look of fear had not completely left her as she had no idea what he might show her.

 John James Meeting her eyes, he pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. As if an apology for all that intensity skyrocketing through him right now. Maybe one day she would understand why he was the way he was, the things he had seen. How these things literally made him half mad with rage. Pulling back, his hand found hers. Guiding her into the bedroom where he released her hand. Shoving open the closet door. “Take a seat…” he instructed, pushing a few things out of the way where he found an old tobacco box at the bottom of his closet. Pulling it out, setting it on the bed.

 Spencer James The kiss to her lips had her at even more surprise than she had been a moment ago.  She wasn’t keeping up, but she wasn’t complaining either if it had reached some break through between them.  As his hands released their hold on him, his hand taking her own, she went with him to the bedroom where she did as she was asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed.  Watching him as he pushed through the closet, wiping her face dry as he brought the box to the bed.  She reached for his hand, honest eyes to his.  She wanted to tell him he didn’t have to do this, but yet at the same time, she couldn’t bring herself to stop him.  

 John James Feeling her hand encounter one of his own, a shaking hand. He took in a deep breath as he eyed her. He had never done this with anyone else. Not even his siblings, it was a recent revelation for him yet something he had always sensed. He removed his hand slowly from hers to open the box where within he found a folded piece of thick paper. Unfolding it, he held it up. It was his birth certificate. A copy of it at least, the original having been lost. “The father spot is left open…no surprise there, right?”

 Spencer James As his hand slipped from hers, it did not hold the same rejection feeling that she had been met with before.  That brief hold she had offered him not meant to fix anything, but to offer support to him even through her own brokenness as his was just as apparent.  This woman had done vast amounts of damage to her in a short period, but she was sure that was nothing compared to what she had done to John and his siblings.  She knew only the surface.  As he held up the paper, her eyes dropped to the blank line where his father’s name should be.  It was no surprise honestly, but that didn’t stop the frown from forming against her features.  “Do you know who he is?”  She asked, a quiet tone to her voice, though laced with a bit more rasp than usual due to the emotion she had experienced over the course of the day.  

 John James “No one does. It was just supposed to be some random fuck. Someone from the clubhouse…but I’m the only one out of all my siblings that don’t got a dad on their birth certificate. Judas got one, all of ‘em got one. Except for me. My mom was plenty ashamed of the rest of them but just me…” he explained, developing a point as he reached into the box for a thick, leather bound bible. “after my grandmah died, was goin’ through some of her stuff. Found her bible. There’s a picture in here and a letter as a place holder.” he began, opening it to show a few particularly passages underlined.

 Spencer James Spencer knew John didn’t have the picket fence upbringing that she had, but hearing him speak so openly was… strange, yet amazing all at the same time.  She watched silently as he withdrew the Bible from within, speaking of a photo and a letter, sparking her interest immediately.  Unable to predict in any way what it could possibly be, she lifted her hand to her own face, wiping the remnants of her emotion away.  She wasn’t sure if the photo or letter were of importance, or if it was the passages highlighted on the pages by underscore.  Leaning slightly over to allow her eyes to cast upon the items more closely.

 John James Watching Spencer look the items over in his hands, he knew even a detective of her ability would not be able to figure this one out. It was that warped. Taking a moment, he glanced down towards the picture. Two kids out in front of his grandparents house, the boy a bit older than the girl but only by a few years. “So I went to my Pop, asked him who was in the picture. He looked at it, said it was my mom and her cousin. His sister’s son. I never met him ‘cause the fucker has been in and out of jails and mental facilities for all I’ve known. My mom never mentioned it so kinda’ got me curious.” he paused as he handed her the picture. “Then I read the letters. They are from my Pop’s sister, the first one…note the date, was thankin’ her for takin’ him in for a bit. Said he was a handful, they’d help straighten him out.”

 Spencer James Looking over the image, paired with the words he spoke, she was already deriving ideas of where this was going.  She had two jump at her instantly, though she would hold her tongue, and let the man speak uninterrupted.  She took the photo offered to her, staring down at the image of his mother and her cousin, finding it odd that the woman ever wasn’t exactly what she was now.  Fingertips against the edges of the image, careful not to press against the ink, she slowly lifted her gaze up towards John, more to check on his state than anything, needing a read from his eyes, his facial expressions.  This was by far the most he had offered her in a personal manner and without initiating touch, she sought to offer comfort in her own eyes as she offered the image back to him.

 John James Handing her the letter for her to check the dates, he found the other letter folded within. “And then this one in return. It’s angry, it’s saying that she can’t believe that Catherine would ever suggest her boy would do such a thing. That Bidelia is a liar and a slut and they won’t be in contact any longer. Her boy would never do something like that…you startin’ to piece this together yet?” he asked, cocking a brow. Knowing she probably had a few ideas cooking in that head of hers.

 Spencer James Before John ever got to the second letter, she had settled on two ideas, one of which was confirmed when he spoke of the second letter.  Her face reflected no revelation, only solemnity as she nodded her head in response to his question.  There were still but a few questions in her mind concerning the details, but she wouldn’t go there.  Instead, she’d let him say what he wanted to say, for once without her spiraling off somewhere along the way.  “Yeah, I’m with you.”  She stated in a somber tone, taking the letter from his hands, her eyes glancing over, skimming quickly before she was folding it back up just as neatly as it had been handed to her.  

 John James Feeling her handing the letter back to him, he slipped it back with the picture before handing her the bible to nail in his point. A dozen and a half marked entries about incest all through those select few pages. “She didn’t want me from the start, can’t say I blame her. The rest of my siblings at least came from somethin’ she was familiar with. That’s why she got kicked out from the house, she wanted to have an abortion but…my grandmah wouldn’t let her. Didn’t believe her either but…I’m not supposed to know this, my Pop tells me just about anything now days though. Memory is going.”

 Spencer James With the exchange of the letter for the Bible, Spencer glanced over the underlined passages, but not for long before she was taking the photograph and letter from his hand and placing it within the page, closing the book, and replacing it to the box where it came from.  There were about a million words going through her mind, things she could say.  Some filled with deeper hatred for the woman for taking out her sins on a child.  Some of love for the man before her who seemed to think he didn’t deserve it.  But none of the words in her mouth tasted right, so instead, she rose to her feet, both hands taking his as her eyes met to his.  “I’m sorry, John.”

 John James Watching her placing everything abruptly in the box as if she wanted nothing to do with it, he could only watch as it closed. It was the first time he had spoken those words and it made things very real for him. He had always known things were different between him and his siblings. Much less with his older brother who was the apple of his mother’s eye. It was all very logical at this state. His eyes were still on the worn leather bible as she stood up. Only until she had spoke did his eyes meet hers, apologizing. He shrugged. It didn’t seem quite worthy of an apology. “I don’t need your apology, I need you to understand that.”

 Spencer James “I know you don’t.”  She stated honestly.  She knew he didn’t need it, nor did he want it, but it was the right thing to say in the bit of a Southern heart that still existed within her.  When someone said something like this, regardless of how old or how unchangeable it was, one was to apologize sincerely.  She didn’t even fully realize the sentiment had passed through her lips until it was too late.  “I do understand, completely.”  She assured, though again, she was biting at her tongue, but failing this time.  “But that wasn’t your fault.  It shouldn’t have been taken out on you.  It shouldn’t still be taken out on you.  Those were her choices that in no way should affect whether or not you are worthy of being loved.  You didn’t ask for that.  And ya know what?  I’m glad it happened just like that.  I’m glad that all of this has happened.”  With only a brief pause, enough for a deep breath, she lowered her tone as she gave up her last thought on the situation.  “For if one thing had been different, I wouldn’t have met you.”

 John James He listened to her lapsing into a conversation topic that was entirely deeper than he was ready for. He wasn’t going there. It was something he tried to keep his mind from going. The information still seemed too new for him to process in truth. Especially as she mentioned him being worthy of being loved. That just didn’t happen in this lifestyle. He shook his head, saying nothing on the topic. “Regardless, she might not mean to but she don’t like me and she never has and I don’t like her and she’s been out to sabotage me since I was a fuckin’ kid. I think her havin’ me, in her mind, ruined all potential for findin’ someone to stick with her. She felt too dirty, like she couldn’t lose it. So I guess that’s supposed to apply to me too.“

 Spencer James Spencer easily noticed John skip over the words she offered him.  Ordinarily this might settle as a sting to her, but in this instance, she swept it off.  Delia might have been a lot of things, but she was realizing there were actually some things the woman was going to be right on, perhaps without even meaning to be.  Observative in everything, Spence documented it within her mind, not sure what to do with the idea of it quite yet, but allowing it to pass for now.  She didn’t know if he needed reassurance here that his mother wouldn’t be able to sabotage them, though she had no idea how to offer that without wrapping it in sentiments of love and appreciation that he would dismiss.  “It’s her loss.”  She stated instead, settling for something she felt accurately summed up the truth, as well as the smallest hint at it being Spencer’s gain for not seeing John the way she did.  “Does she know why we got married?”  She asked, a missing puzzle piece in her own mind, needing to know if John had lied to his family the way she had lied to her own.

 John James “She ain’t stupid, Spence. I’m sure she put the pieces together at this point.” he hummed, sadly it wasn’t as secret as they would have it. The math added up. Granted, it was circumstantial enough to keep them out of orange but not enough to keep it concealed. These streets spoke and man, were they loud. John had merely swept her off of the topic as he was not ready to process it. All of this was still new to him and with the whirlwind of events, it was quite literally on his back burner. One day he’d process it, one day he’d be ready for talk but now? between his impromptu marriage, the death of his grandmother and his inability to see his son, he was lost in the shuffle.

 Spencer James “Yeah.”  Spencer stated quietly, as she wouldn’t have had it that way.  If Delia knew, it could easily mean it was one of the driving forces behind her negativity towards Spencer.  She’d have to let that one process a bit itself.  With John falling silent, it was evident that his mind was working in overload.  Drawing her lower lip between her teeth, she thought for a brief moment before stepping into him, releasing his hands, bringing them to rest against his sides.  “I know it wasn’t fun revealing all of that.  And I’m sure that you could think of a million things you would have rather been talking about tonight.  But thank you.”  She stated, pressing her lips to his chest softly as she positioned herself against him.  Though a fight led them to this place, she felt as if he had really taken huge steps to be vulnerable with her when he didn’t have to be.

 John James “Yeah…” he answered softly as she thanked him, feeling her at his sides and chest as his own hands found her shoulders. Gently pushing his fingertips into the tension of her build before his lips found her temple. Inhaling softly as his eyes flickered around the room. Ready to talk about something else, quite clearly.

 Spencer James The feeling of his hands against her shoulder and his kiss to her temple brought the faintest smile to her lips.  A deep breath later and she was looking up to meet his eyes.  “I’m sorry for today.”  She stated, her last comment about it all, hoping he would find a way to understand how his mother had gotten under her skin and how she wouldn’t let it happen again if she could help it.  It had been a long week and far too much had happened over the course of it.  “So I can’t swing that Dallas trip right now with work, but do you think we could run away for a couple of days somewhere more local?  I think you said something about cabins or something?  And I promise, no talk of your mother, at all.”

 John James “The Poconos…going up the mountain.” he stated, attempting to get her savvy with Philly slang as she still stuck out like a sore thumb on this topic. He nodded, the mention of not talking about their mother making things especially lucrative. “Yeah, my Pop has a cabin. Used to go up there as kids. He always threatened to leave us there. I’m still amazed he didn’t…” he stated honestly, to say those kids had been bad kids was an understatement.

 Spencer James “Okay then.”  She stated, making note of the slang that he offered her, though she was doing a terrible job at remembering much of it at all.  “Up the mountain.”  She repeated, trying not to fixate on the idea of how nice it would be as adults to get left somewhere isolated.  “Wait.  You like this place, right?  If not, we find somewhere else.  Good stuff, John James of South Philly.  I think it’s about time we find some good stuff.”  She stated with a convincing nod of her head and a smile on her lips.

 John James “Yeah, it’s fine. Lakeside. Nice and relaxing.” he stated honestly as his hands slipped down her back, only wishing he had the ability to do these things with his boy but that had the capability of bringing him to his breaking point. He tried to push through that, giving up a soft breath. “I need a drink, one minute.”

 Spencer James Stepping back from him as he asked for a minute to get something to drink, she hoped she hadn’t said something wrong to cause him to pull away.  Getting inside of his head was impossible, so she had to do her best to just take what was offered to her when it was made available.  “Okay,” she spoke softly as she took a step back, offering him up a small smile.

 John James Grabbing a bottle of Jameson from the cabinet, not bothering with a glass. He returned a moment later making it obvious what he meant by needing a drink as he approached the bed. Taking a seat as his tongue drifted over his bottom lip, unscrewing the bottle. “Alright.” he remarked, as if giving her the greenlight.

 Spencer James It only took a minute for John to return with a bottle of Jameson, no glasses.  As he took a seat, she caught the glimpse of him dampening his lower lip.  Stepping forward to him, a slow smirk came over her features as she reached out for that bottle.  “Alright.”  She whispered, uncertain of just what he had in mind, but it had been a long day, so she went for it.  Bringing each knee to either side of him on the bed, she straddled over him, taking the shot from the bottle within her own mouth, offering it to him with a simple cut of her eyes.

 John James “Alright…” he hummed afterwards, the battle of the sentiments as he felt her slipping over him. Watching her straddling him. Knowing she was already after that bottle as she did just that. Watching her as she took a mouthful, cutting her eyes as he leaned in. Knowing this action well as he pressed his lips to hers, ready for her to part for him as his hand found the side of her neck.

 Spencer James There was something about this action that she had missed.  Pressing her lips firmly to his, creating the avenue for the liquid to pass between their mouths.  The pressure of his hand at the side of her neck aiding the action as she parted her lips, following the liquid from her mouth with her tongue, brushing his tongue with her own before retreating so that he may fully partake in the liquid.  Sealing her lips against his, she withdrew slowly, her eyes flashing open as she visually took in the image of his features with a slow smile forming at her lips.  So easily was she shifted from one thing to the next, this was standing as no different.  Her free hand coming over his at her neck, the taste of Jameson lingering against her own tongue satisfying her for the moment.

 John James Feeling her withdraw as he had drank in the fluid, already two shots in as it slipped down the back of his throat. Watching her pull back and that slow smile of hers as he felt her against his hand. His tongue trailing over his own bottom lip as she was clutched at the bottle. “Favorite way to drink.” he teased subtly.

 Spencer James “I don’t think there’s any other way.”  She confessed.  There wasn’t any other way that she truly enjoyed.  The throwback between them, nods to their first night of wedded bliss, had started a trend with them that she hoped wouldn’t soon fade.  Her fingertips gripping against his neck, she leaned in, stealing his lips for her own, offering him no Jameson in this exchange.  The bottle in her hand being rested against the bed beside them, her hand there to steady it as long as she didn’t get too carried away against his lips.

 John James “Mmm..” he hummed in return as he felt her at his neck, watching her lean back in for his mouth. Tasting the alcohol to her own lips that matched his own in ferocity. His hand slipping down over her side. Giving her ribcage a gentle squeeze. Knowing that bottle would be getting relocated in no time.

 Spencer James The squeeze of his hand at her side had her arching her back to bring herself closer to him.  Her hand at his neck slipping behind him as she pulled in closer, actually having to keep her head slightly downturned to kiss him from this angle, straddled over top of him, loving every minute of it.  Her grip still sufficient against the bottle as she brought it up from the bed, turning her head from the kiss to wrap around the opening of the bottle.  Allowing a bit of the fluid to make its way down her own throat before she was pressing her lips to his again, this time making no effort to transfer the liquid, allowing it to linger somewhere between them.

 John James With his own free hand still at her neck as she leaned down into him, feeling her lips part briefly for his. Watching her, she missed a soft smirk in the time being before her lips refused to his and washed away the evidence quite literally with the passing Jameson. His hand on her side slipping to her midback. Supplying a bit of structure to her as she leaned over him in a position that would give her a taste of what it was for him to have to do to kiss her whenever they were standing.

 Spencer James Feeling taller than she was in reality, overpowering the man, though only in height at the moment, she enjoyed the moment of control though normally she didn’t want it at all.  As her lips pressed firmly against his once more, his hand seeming to urge her still closer, firm at her back.  Passing the liquid between their mouths, managing about half of the shot for herself this time, she rested the bottle against the bed, allowing it to prop against her knee against the bed, providing temporary stability as she brought her other hand to the side of John’s face, needing to have that mobility.  Lowering her hands down against the bottom of John’s shirt, she lifted the shirt upwards, releasing the hold at his lips so the shirt could pass, eyes finding his immediately.  “I want you.”  A confession that was mostly unnecessary at this point, yet the thought passed through her lips just as easily as her own name did.

 John James Feeling her against the sides of his shirt, letting her pull off his shirt as she uttered her confession. His eyes locking with hers. “Think that is your best time yet.” he teased once again, checking the watch that did not exist on his wrist. “Took you like 20 minutes to get here instead of the usual 5. Impressive.” he teased as his nose nudged hers, resisting the urge to flip her over. Letting her enjoy this small bit of control. “I want you too.”

 Spencer James The teasing from his lips had a laugh at her lips.  “Oh c’mon.  Transition took me a bit longer considering… stuff?”  She shrugged her shoulders as he confirmed his desire for her in the moment too, grinning as she leaned in closer, allowing her lips to barely brush his.  “Do you /really/?  Do you really want me?”  She teased, not allowing her lips to fully press to his, drawing her lips back after the phrase left her lips, taunting all on her own this time.  Eyes lowering down against his now bared chest, a slow nod of her head in approval.  “I have one sexy ass husband…” she remarked honestly, fingertips ghosting over his flesh.

 John James “Considering you almost shot me when I came in, guess that’s an improvement.” eyes narrowing in at her as her lips brushed upon her question, already feeling the stir in his jeans leaving her question without a point. The physical evidence was already beginning to show itself. Feeling her lips brush his before her fingertips found his torso. “I do. No night off for the missus…”

 Spencer James “Yeah, I hear you.”  She teased as he remarked on his near death experience of the night.  She could only shake her head on that one, having no way to even justify her actions, nor her forgetfulness at leaving the apartment unlocked.  “I don’t want a night off.  Ever.  And don’t you forget it either.”  She stated honestly, still not yet returning her lips to his.  Fingertips passing down his abdomen, finding the top of his jeans to unfasten them without moving, enough to pass her hand between them to find that proof for herself.  “How?”  She asked, a common question in her quest to always please him in moments such as these, a control relinquishing move to allow him to retain the control she never truly wanted for more than a moment.

 John James “Magic..” he stated as she found what was concealed from her, smirking from how evidently amazed she seemed from it all as she unbuttoned his jeans. His own hands finding the sides of her shirt. Ready to get rid of that all together as she remained fixated with the question.

 Spencer James “You want magic?”  She asked, eyeing him curiously, not quite sure if she could offer him magic.  She could offer him a lot sexually, but magic would be a tall order.  “I think make up sex usually is magic all on its own.”  She confessed, a small grin taking her features as she unfastened his jeans, pausing before slipping her hand in at the feeling of his hands on her own shirt.  Sitting upright, she allowed him to reign with the shirt in his hands as she simply allowed herself to look into those light eyes with a promising grin.

 John James Allowing a slight smirk to take grip on his lips, pushing her shirt up and off as he tossed it onto the ground. His hands finding her sides. “Well, magic is all ‘bout makin’ shit disappear, right?” he asked, raising his brows. That in itself constituting that they made magic quite often together.

 Spencer James “Yeah, I guess it is…” she stated, not quite sure if she thought making clothes disappear was magic, but if he found something magic about them, she wasn’t gonna complain either.  Returning her hand to the bottle of Jamison, she brought it to her own lips, taking a solid shot from within.  After swallowing it down, she did so again with a sly grin to her lips.  “I can make magic.”  She stated, showing him the bottle of Jamison that had been out of sight out of mind for too long.  Bringing it to her lips again, she took in another full shot, bringing the shot to his lips, completing her own magic trick of making things appear.

 John James Seeing the thought had completely fled her, she was a little too innocent for that kind of talk sometimes when he was somewhere else with it entirely. Meaning making certain pieces of anatomy disappear in favor of the other. Watching her with the Jameson, clearing taking in all she could get. Knowing they’d be experiencing yet another drunk encounter as it kicked in somewhere within one another’s arms as she brought the shot to his lips. His hands passing down her hips.

 Spencer James Pressing her lips to his, one hand finding the back of his head as he always did with her in these transfers, a kiss with purpose.  With a firm lock between their lips, she parted her own, smoothing her tongue through parted lips to aid the transfer of liquid between the two.  Sealing her lips long enough for him to take down the shot before she was back at his lips once more, a bottle of Jamison resting somewhere against his back as her arms wrapped around his neck.  One thing always remaining true, she couldn’t be apart from him for too long.  A mix of alcohol and heightened emotions remnant from their fight driving her to hold on a little tighter, to get a little closer, to share in something that felt like that first night of marriage with him.  A kiss that held no reservation from her, pushing a bit further with every step.  A solidarity in the firmness against her lips.  Soft exchanges abandoned for another time, another place, as right now, she was driven.

 John James Feeling the bottle to his back, never too far away from them. Especially after a hard day, he didn’t feel too particularly bad about this. Sometimes their lives were just too much to take in directly. They needed to take the edge off in one way or another from the intensity of it all. His hands slipped up her back, fingers tracing the outline of her spine against the warmth of her skin as he drank in the shot. The kiss resuming just a moment later as his lips slowly slipped from hers down her jawline. Moving towards her chest as she straddled him and he could hardly help himself as his lips smoothed over the top of her chest.

 Spencer James As his lips slipped from hers, she took a sharp breath at the path he took, her position certainly assisting them both in such.  One hand finding the back of his head, urging him to go on.  The other bringing that bottle back to her own lips, drinking from the bottle as he sought a different taste.  A seductive grin gracing her lips, cloaked from his view above him as she leaned back slowly, bringing the opening of the bottle to the base of her own neck, allowing a trail of liquid to flow down her body for his taking.

 John James Too taken with the task before the stream slipped down her neck, his tongue instantly trailed up the thin line of alcohol now coating her skin. Tasting it’s burn from her directly, hands tightening at her hips. “Let me get one of those right here…” he hummed, hand slipping over her stomach, suggesting that was where he wanted his next shot.

 Spencer James Unsure what his reaction to her own addition would be, the manner in which he took to that stream, then to request another brought a brighter smile to her features.  “Yeah?”  She asked, taking her lower lip between her teeth as she leaned back slightly, affording the angle that would be needed for him to access the region.  The bottle brought to her flesh, tilted so that a fair amount of liquid could stream down her flesh.

 John James Watching her lean back, his hand found the top of her stomach. Letting her angle back more until she was all but laying on his legs. Watching her pour the fluid onto her stomach as his tongue eagerly found the stream once again in one slow lap upwards. Reaching for the bottle for a bit of his own distribution.

 Spencer James The feeling of his tongue against her skin, so much purpose in the motion, sent chills throughout her entire body.  Instantly, she craved both his tongue on her flesh again, and his lips to hers all at once, though the possibility of both was nonexistent.  It was one or the other and the girl couldn’t make that kind of decision even if she were at gunpoint.  As his hand took control of that bottle, she glanced down the landscape of her own flesh, eyes questioning to his, somehow knowing this was going to get a lot worse for her and better, all at the same time.  “John… be kind…” she warned, yet somewhat hoped he wouldn’t be.

 John James Hearing her statement, his eyes flashed up towards hers. Giving up a soft, condescending laugh. He wasn’t kind too often and wasn’t sure he’d be sparing her as he took a mouthful of the bottle. Feeling they were getting close to killing it all together as he held the mouth of the bottle just above her navel against her skin, letting gravity take the trail to it before he leaned over. His mouth surrounding her navel, sucking the fluid clean into his mouth as his tongue swept the surrounding area where the trail had resided. Cleaning her thoroughly.

 Spencer James As John took to her navel, she bucked slightly beneath him, arching her back as he took in the fluid he desired, mixed with the taste of her own flesh.  A whine from her lips as she brought her hand to the back of his head, fingertips searching for grip there.  A dampness flushing through her, evident against the fabric of her undergarment.  Her hand seeking his, she wrapped her fingers around his at the neck of the bottle, bringing it towards her own lips to take a shot before the bottle was wasted on her flesh completely.

 John James Hearing her whine, he could detect the faint scent of her arousal in the thickness of the air as he felt the growing heat of her skin under his as she took to the bottle that was rapidly being drained. His own lips wasting no time in returning to her chest, detouring over her collarbone and shoulders where his tongue traced her bone structure.

 Spencer James Never fully taking the bottle from him, only using his grip there to aid in lifting the bottle so that she could take a shot from within, enough to push her past tipsy over the edge there.  She pushed the bottle away, nearly choking down the shot as his lips took to her flesh once more.  The position affording her no ability to taste of him the way he did of her, yet somehow, the torture was pure bliss all at the same time.  “I’m done.”  She stated, the push of the bottle, wrapped in his hand away, giving him the rest of the contents for whatever means he saw fit.  “Mmm.”  She mused beneath his lips, her hand coming to the side of his face, drawing him towards her lips should he choose to follow her.  “I need you,” she whispered, her tone low and raspy as it always was in such a moment of physical desperation.

 John James Taking the bottle, he put it on the sidetable. Willing to finish it in a few minutes as she drew her lips towards him. Leaning into meet her halfway, finding her lips a moment after her statement. The tone of her voice enough to bring chills to his spine as his arms slipped around her. Turning them over on the bed where he laid her down. Switching their positions. Lips finding hers again, inhaling sharply hardly a moment later. Speaking in between deep and intense presses to her lips. “How much?” he asked, knowing full well how much but wanting to get it out of her.

 Spencer James A fleeting kiss before she found the room spun upside down, or perhaps it was herself that was now upside down.  Either way, she felt his body now over hers, a pressure against her, weighing her into place between him and the bed, never a bad place to be.  The broken kiss, words, then the kiss brought back, each kiss having an end and beginning, yet all melding into one, her senses were on fire.  Already, she was drawing her legs to part around him, her lower body aching for him, evident in the upward grinding action as both of her hands held firm to the back of his head.  “You don’t know?”  She asked, not bothering to open her eyes as her lips were at his again.  “So much that…”  Another kiss to break the phrase.  “If I don’t have you… you could be a widower.”

 John James Feeling her grinding her hips into him, his pants still slightly upheld. Dragging halfway down his hips from her forgetting all about them a few moments before. Hearing her explanation, he hummed into her kiss. A shake of his head. “Pretty sure you mean to say you’ll make yourself a widow.” he accused playfully, teeth finding her bottom lip as he nipped at her flesh.

 Spencer James “No.”  She managed through the stolen lower tier.  Her eyes flashing open to his as she tugged free of the hold at her lower lip.  “I mean, if I don’t have you inside of me, I will… die.”  She stated firmly, hands finally releasing the back of his head, finding path down his back, finding the edge of his boxers instead of his jeans, her surprise evident there in her eyes, not recalling when she had taken his jeans down, not realizing they were only inches below.  “You are killing me here, you realize?  You’ll go down for my murder.”  She smirked, the thought quite ironic as their marriage had been a means to not go down for marriage.  “So I mean, you should probably get rid of these.”  She stated, tugging at the waist band there in her hands.  “Could save you from prison time and all…”

 John James With how lose he had been wearing that particular pair of jeans, they came down merely with gravity when unbuttoned as he felt her finding his boxers. He shook his head at the suggestion of going down for her murder. “I should get rid of them or you should?” he clarified, teasing her as she was already doing the work. Hearing her mention prison time, he had to give up a quick laugh. “Could save me from a lot of things including prison…blue balls.”

 Spencer James “Mm.  I could… but I don’t know yet how much you need me…” she reminded him, toying with the waistband in her hands.  The pressure she was creating with that constant grinding motion was proof enough, but she wanted to hear it.  “You wouldn’t have blue balls.  You’d find yourself a hot little prison guard.  Don’t bullshit me, John.”  She teased, slipping her hand from the waistband, forcing her hand against the pressure of their hips pressed together, determined to get her hand around his cock as soon as possible, yet unable to stop her own grind against him to permit it to happen, clearly torn in every exchange thus far.  Alcohol keeping her from thinking clearly, not aided much by his flirtation with her.  “Hey wait!  You laughed!”  She beamed, a broad smile across her lips, pointing out something she probably should have just let pass, but she couldn’t, instantly bringing her hands from his waist band and hip to the sides of his face again, dragging his lips to hers again.  “I love to hear you laugh.”  She confessed between kisses, her own happiness apparent and placed there by him.

 John James Feeling her hand slipping down, bracing for that contact between the grind of her hips. Either way, he was winning before she caught onto something he hadn’t noticed. Brows briefly drawing as she pressed her lips back to his once again. Guessing he had as he heard how happy she was by this small act. His own hips grinding harder against her to implore one of the sounds he loved out of her. A hitch of a breath, a moan. Anything. “Now it’s my turn to hear the sound that I love.” he challenged to her lips.

 Spencer James Holding out on John James was not an easy task.  Being slightly intoxicated wasn’t helping much either.  She always gave in to what he wanted from her, and ultimately this would be no different.  She’d have no choice in that matter as his hips pushed against her own, creating a friction that had her on edge.  “Nah uh,” she determined, though hesitation was just beyond the sound.  “Not until you tell me that you need me.  And how much.”  She argued, though just past that last word was the faintest hint of a whimper, instantly attempting to cover it up by grasping her fingers tighter against the side of his face, burying her lips against his.

 John James Hearing her blatant defiance, perhaps the first time she had ever done that. He was left wondering what exactly she stood to achieve here but relished in the challenge as she pressed to his lips. His hand slipping up, brushing her fingers through her hair. Seemingly innocent before he was taking a handful. Tugging at her hair, hardly enough to cause harm but enough to give her a little payment for the defiance. “You sure this is the platform you choose to challenge me on?” He asked, lifting a brow as his teeth found her bottom lip once again.

 Spencer James The soft gesture of his hand in her hair had her thinking she had gotten by with that one and then just as a small smile developed on her lips, it faded as his hand gripped in her hair, tugging her head back.  The look of surprise reflected through her eyes.  She knew to back down.  She knew there was no way for her to actually stand her ground, yet the alcohol had her standing ten foot tall and bullet proof.  “Yes.  Tell me.”  She demanded, ignoring the tug at her hair, ignoring the bite at her lower lip.  Her heart racing beneath her chest, anxiousness at her own defiance.

 John James “And if I don’t…” he began, feeling the nerves radiating from her as his fingers remained wound in her hair. Meeting her eyes. Part of him said to tell her, the woman deserved as much. She had been through enough. He would. But on his own terms. “You mean to tell me that you ain’t gonna’ like it when I let myself feel how wet you are for me right now, hm?” He asked, lips finding her jawline. Free hand teasingly slipping down her stomach. Using his words to lure it out of her.

 Spencer James His words instantly had her stealing her lower lip back, biting hard against it at the very thought of him entering her, a place that he couldn’t get to fast enough in her opinion.  “Didn’t say I wouldn’t like it…”  She managed, feeling that path of his hand down her abdomen, causing the anticipation to rise within her to heights that were barely manageable.  “I’m not that wet…” she argued, a lie that could easily be proven by that traveling hand.  “John please… just tell me.  Tell me.  I need you so bad right now.  Just fucking tell me…” Her words pleading, as she was losing her stance quickly.  The bite returned to her lower lip as she reached for his wrist, attempting to stop him, not wanting to give an inch as she attempted to stand her ground.

 John James “Yeah, okay.” Snorting out the words that she suggested she wasn’t that wet. He had barely had his hands on her and he knew that to be gospel as her hand found his. Hand stopping under hers, hearing her plead. Liking it. “I wonder if you would moan if I tasted how wet you are. What do you think?” He challenged, fingers losing their grip through her hair. Tongue trailing his bottom lip as if to sate his oral fixation for her in that moment.

 Spencer James “John…”  she warned.  She knew she couldn’t withstand under such a circumstance.  She knew that moan would not be far behind her lips at the initial contact.  She wanted to hear that he wanted her and he wasn’t giving it to her, so there was no way she was giving in to him before she got what she wanted.  This determination was the determination she met her life with, yet never the bedroom with.  There was a first time for everything, it was just a matter of how much he’d let her present it.  Her hand grew tighter around his wrist, not allowing him to travel lower.  She couldn’t bear it and she knew it would be the demise of her stance.  “Just tell me that you need me and then you can have /anything/ you want.”  She offered.

 John James “I’ll tell you I need you but I can’t negotiate with bad behavior.” He stated, feeling her hand against his though he wanted to push his hand down and feel her essence. Pushing down despite her grip to his wrist. Making it clear he could at least compromise with her since she had been put through the wringer that day.

 Spencer James The statement on his lips corrected her instantly, though not in a manner that she’d completely back down from.  She would ease down instead, always wanting to be pleasing to him in moments such as this.  The confirmation out loud that he did want her satisfied her enough, though she still wanted to drive for more.  But a deal was a deal, so she released his wrist, though her hold wasn’t stopping him anyways.  “So if I’m good… then you’ll tell me how much you need me?”  She offered, a pleading still there in her voice.  

 John James “Yes.” He stated in return to her question, a nod of his head. He could work with those terms as she allowed his hand down her without hesitation. Slipping down between her legs where his fingers slipped over her panties. Moisture already coating his fingers through the fabric of her underwear bringing a satisfied smirk to his lips.

 Spencer James The give and take between them had never been introduced until now and she wasn’t a bit disappointed with the idea of it.  She had been obedient with him since day one, but now to be so and be rewarded for it?  She greatly liked the premise.  “I’ll behave.”  She assured, though she wasn’t sure that she could keep that promise, but knowing she’d try her best to adhere.  “So… how much do you need me?”  She asked again, thinking her four seconds of good behavior would get her somewhere with him.

 John James Massaging his fingers to her anatomy from the outside of her panties, his hand slipped up to push his fingers under the waistband. Hearing her follow up question. “I want you so much it fuckin’ hurts.” He finally confessed to the woman who had paid her dues by now for that statement.

 Spencer James The feeling of him through the thin fabric of her under garment had a sigh at her lips, unable to hold it back.  The phrase from his lips prompted the next, deeply rooted within her.  The idea of being in pain in need of the other was completely familiar to her.  “Then take what you need.”  She offered, an attempt to rid them both of this pain in exchange for another type entirely, craving the blissful ride that would surely ensue.  Her words paired with a motion from her, finally pushing her hands back to his waist band, attempting to push the fabric away, finding the jeans just below his ass there as well, never having been removed.  A speed to her motions as she attempted to get to the place they both clearly wanted.  “I want to know the one thing that you’ve always wanted.  The one thing you’ve never had.  That’s what I want to do.  I want to fulfill that thing that you’ve never been able to attain in the bedroom.”  She suggested as the layers were removed, pushed to his ankles with the aiding of her agile feet, pushing them as far away as she possibly could.  “What does John James fantasize about?”  She asked, wanting him to tell her more than anything, as every word he seemed to speak to her had her wetter and craving him more and more by the very syllable.

 John James “Fucking a cop.” He answered without hesitation and he wasn’t lying. She had been working a fantasy for him from day one. Feeling her pushing down his jeans and boxers as he pulled them off of his legs and feet. “handcuffing a cop…see, you’ve been hitting my fantasies since day one.” He remarked honestly, as his hand slipped up to pull down her panties all together.

 Spencer James She had no way of knowing that she was a walking fantasy for him, some days walking a little less skilled than others depending on the events of the night before, nor was she sure that she really was one.  As he mentioned handcuffing her, there was a bit of her that ached for a revisit to the very night, realizing that night how much she had enjoyed a bit of pain in the bedroom with him, addicted to the trust the action had taken to pull off.  As the shield of her own panties was lost, she lifted beneath him, assisting in their removal.  “There has to be something else, anything.  Nothing is off limits.”  She offered, her eyes reflecting that seriousness as she continued in her constant voyage to please the man.  “What do you dream of now?”  She asked, her hand venturing between their bodies, taking hold of that which she had attempted to find minutes earlier, yet could not bring herself to do so.  A motion of her wrist and a bite to her lower lip later, resisting urges within, wanting further answers to her question.  Within her own mind, there was no way she was already hitting all of his fantasies.  She wasn’t that good.  There just had to be something more that he would want aside from what she already offered him.  

 John James Feeling her hand slip between, gripping his anatomy. He swallowed hard. Losing his train of thought as she insisted. “Save that thought. I got some ideas for later.” He confessed, as long as she was willing, things that couldn’t be pulled off here. Maybe the back of her squad car if they could get away with it. Anything close to her occupation that he couldn’t subtly mark with his presence. “But for now? You are what I want. In any capacity I can get you.”

 Spencer James His openness noted as he asked her to put a pin in fulfilling his fantasies, she had to grin at the fact that he wanted her however he could get her as she felt the exact same way about him in that moment.  She didn’t care how, she just wanted him.  Now.  Meeting his for a moment, a sly grin came over her lips as her hand continued to work at his piece.  The movement of moving lower beneath him, her lips trailing his chest as she managed her way lower with short movements, affording her to remain beneath him as she wished, taking a lead and depriving him of the place he had been in search of.  “How can I be good if I don’t know what you want now?”  She whispered against his torso, one last movement beneath him to bring the tip of his cock to her lips, deciding what she wanted, should he allow it, her mouth was just so that he could easily penetrate without much effort.  Both of her hands wrapping around the back of his thighs, encouraging the action, pulling against to lift from the bed slightly, taking his length within her warm mouth for only one pass as she eased her hold against him, slipping back down his length.  Further motion would now be on him if he wanted it.

 John James Hearing her question as he watched her, shifting his weight into his forearms. Nearly in a plank position as the top of his head pressed to the bed, watching her as he shook his head with a light breath. “You know exactly what I want.” He reminded her as she proved it, feeling her lips around his shaft as he gave up a low groan. Knowing she’d hear just that as she pulled back. Knowing exactly what she was after, liking this exact position and act a little too much as he guided his hips forward. Pushing his length back within her mouth with each even sweep.

 Spencer James Before she could speak, he was throat deep within her, a position that she was thriving in.  Both hands still at the back of his thighs, fingertips now gripping his flesh to encourage his thrust instead the use she had used them for moments before.  The groan from him served as satisfaction to her as she shielded her teeth, allowing the ease of the push and pull with regard to keeping pain out of the equation, for now.  The idea of the man being able to speak while she could not was rousing to her, equally as thrilling as the idea of him taking what he wanted with her openly granted permission.  Her own mouth providing ample suction, hoping to create some difficulty in his withdraw, determined to get far more than just a groan from him.

 John James Feeling the resistance from his withdrawl had him biting his bottom lip, the feeling of her mouth around him beyond compare as he slipped back within the confines of her mouth. Each sweep getting him a bit further as he felt the head of his cock prodding the back of her throat. Helping himself just as intended as he kept his eyes down towards her. Unable to help himself as his teeth dug into his bottom lip.

 Spencer James Allowing him to fuck her mouth seemed like a great idea.  It was natural.  She wanted him to have full control over it, hence the reason she hadn’t pushed him to his back or knelt before him.  Yet once in the position, her own desire was on fire.  Remaining positioned beneath him, taking him in time and time again was proving impossible for her to maintain.  Tightening her hold against the back of his thighs, her nails digging against his flesh, she lifted her head from the bed, taking his length in without his thrust.  A change in power momentarily, though he still maintained the upper hand, being able to return her to the former recipient position with just a thrust of his hips or word from his mouth, as she had agreed to be good.  But it was just simply too tempting for her.  Controlling herself was out the window, only able to be reined in by this man.  A hum at her lips as she took him in again, using her own strength to pull herself upwards again.  The slight introduction of her teeth to gently scrape against him on the downward movement, unable to cut her eyes high enough to take him in visually to gauge pleasure from displeasure, relying on sounds or vocals to guide her.

 John James “Fuck…” He gave up slightly as her head lifted, taking him in as her own incentive as her head lifted. One of his hands slipping down for the back of her head. Liking as she gave in and was no longer able to help herself. Fingers tangling within her hair, hips subtly rocking. Not to disrupt her process but to only make it better.

 Spencer James The word on his lips, the feeling of his hand in her hair, she was urged to go on.  As his hips rocked along with her upward motion of her mouth, her hands moving to grip against his ass, a rocking of her chin providing slightly changing angles as she took him in over and over again.  Releasing her heated breath fully against his length, she took him in once more, allowing his length to occupy a depth within her mouth that had her gagging against his tip, a constriction that would surely send vibrations through his length.  Again, loving the feeling of him within her mouth, the depth afforded deeper and deeper with each deep throating attempt made.  Her own arousal only heightening, evident in the rise of her body temperature, the dampening between her thighs again.  Releasing one hand from his ass, using one there to maintain the motion, she boldly moved her other hand between her own thighs to provide only the slightest clitoral stimulation to herself, though quite unsure if that was being /good/ or not.  The natural progression was taking over the logical side, desire driving every motion from her small frame beneath him.

 John James His fingers tightened within her hair with each inch of her throat he dominated. Feeling one of her hands leaving him and watching it travel. Too turned on to find that movement of her hand anything but hot in that moment. Knowing normally, he might have pinned her hands down. For now, he just sought to remedy and give her something in return as he lifted his hips back. Mournfully breaking from her as he fell onto his back, his hand finding her side. The other set of fingers giving her the come hither motion. “Let me taste you.”

 Spencer James The motion at her own clit giving her just enough to continue on, though resisting the urge to plunge her fingers within her tight hole.  As he withdrew and rolled to his back, she felt his hand at her side, urging her to join him, something that should have prompted her to release the action between her legs, though it did not for a moment.  His words, they would have her locked in on him and no longer needing that stimulation from her own hand.  A slow smile took her lips as she adhered to his request.  Not accustomed to him taking this position to taste her, she eyed him curiously to be sure she understood him properly.  Lifting from where she had laid beneath him, she knelt beside him, knees tight together, hands folding properly over her lap as she looked down upon his light eyes.  The bite of her lower lip evident as she nodded her head slightly.  Though she hadn’t been certain, she was sure enough of what she thought he wanted to move closer, bringing one leg to cross his chest, sitting upon him for the moment.  Bringing one finger to his lips, she gave him a small taste of the moisture she had collected on her own fingertip, offering him the rest with just a small lift of her frame to hover over his mouth, a motion that would be done without much encouragement needed.

 John James Watching her slightly unsure of what he wanted, he watched her simply. Giving no hints, knowing her instincts would figure it out. They seemed to have a good read on one another now as she slipped over his chest. Feeling her offering his finger to his lips, his mouth wrapping around that single digit before her hips shifted. His hands sharply smacked her ass. Assuring her hips jolted forward and getting her in the perfect spot for him as he angled forward. His tongue eagerly sweeping her, groaning at the warmth of her taste as it coated his tongue.

 Spencer James The jolt into position offered by the fall of his hand had her own hand lifting to the wall behind the bed, stopping herself from falling against it as he took that first sweep over, taking in the moisture that had been building there throughout the course of events between them.  Bringing her other hand to rest against the wall as well, already assured this position over him would prove to be difficult on her, resisting the urge to allow her weight to press down on his face, though the thought of it brought a smirk to her lips.  Shooting the thought from her mind, she pushed her hands against the wall, allowing her to take seat against his chest once more, giving him what he had asked for, a taste, teasing as she took it away as quickly as it had been offered.

 John James Feeling her push back and leave him completely in the wind, he had to bite his bottom lip. She was testing him tonight clearly and his patience was thinning. His hands gripped at her ass. “You are asking for it; you know that?” He asked, his tone merely implying that she’d get something big out of him soon that would make her remember why he wasn’t to be defied. Slamming his palms back sharply into her.

 Spencer James She didn’t dare argue that he had asked for a taste as she looked down over him, seeing the look in his eyes that she couldn’t recall ever seeing in him before.  She was pushing.  She knew she was.  But there was just the slightest part of her that wanted to find out what happened if she pushed a little further when it came to items of this caliber.  The slam of his hands to her ass had her jolting forward again, quick with her hands to stop the blow again.  Hovering over him, her eyes venturing down to his again.  “What will you do?”  She asked, imploring for more information on just what she’d be getting if she kept up her little games.  “Refuse to fuck me?”  She teased further, though she was no longer denying him access to her taste, instead the defiance coming forth in the form of flirtation on her tongue.

 John James “I might. Might have myself a post-foreplay nap.” He threatened upon her question, hands gripping at her ass once again. Finding her hips as he gave her a gentle push back. As if he would act on that before he was turning them over once again. Getting her onto her back and his head already wedging between her legs.

 Spencer James A gasp at her lips as he quickly got her back on her back once more, this time allowing her no chance to squirm down the bed to take to him again, lodging himself exactly where he wanted to be.   “You wouldn’t… blue balls and all?”  She asked, wondering if he could actually withstand the torture he would be enduring himself should he choose not to carry on beyond their pre-fuck activities.  “Please don’t, John.”  She urged as she clenched her knees together, attempting to lock him out for the moment.  “Promise me you won’t.”  She pleaded again, a position she seemed to be in over and over this time around, begging him for what she wanted every step of the way.  

 John James     Feeling her knees clench, getting her exactly where he wanted her. Hearing her needing him to promise him. Saying nothing as he smirked subtly to her inner thigh. She always wanted to negotiate when things were to his advantage. His hand slipping up her stomach. “I’ll think about it.” He teased, his tongue detouring and openly sweeping her again.

 Spencer James Her attempt to detour him was a failed effort as he still maintained his stance just where he wanted to be.  Twisting beneath him, bringing her feet to rest at his shoulders, pushing slightly against him, yet making no solid effort in the cause.  As she was about to argue him, she felt that sweep of his tongue once more, rendering her weak against him.  Feet falling from his shoulders, bending at the knee, drawing her torso upwards.  A whine at her lips as she reached over to the nightstand, grabbing the bottle of Jameson for what was left in the bottle.  “I’ll trade you the last few shots if you promise me…” she offered, barely maintaining her hold on the neck of the bottle, her words mixed with desperation, knowing if he left her in this condition, she would surely die.

 John James She was the one who had given him the idea, after all. He was too distracted to care about her suggestion of the Jameson. He was getting his own fix. Tasting her fluid to the thick of his muscle as he massaged over the swell of her clit. His hand slipping down her hip, middle finger teasing at her entrance.

 Spencer James The way he ignored her offer, she couldn’t even be mad at.  The bottle resting against the bed, held erect by her hand, she was quickly losing the ability to think straight.  The sounds drawn from her almost instantly.  Half tempted to bring the bottle to her pubic bone, half tempted to bring it to her mouth, the girl was a lost cause with him buried between her thighs.  “Fuck, John…”  she whined, her hips rocking against him, desperately wanting more.  The buildup between them having her quickly on edge, a place she lacked control and relied fully on him within.  A distraction of her hand around that bottle would suffice, if she could keep it steady, dragging it across the bed to her lips, lifting it slightly as she poured a shot worth into her mouth, swallowing it down quickly enough to emit that whine from her lips that she had attempted to hold back.  

 John James Hearing her whines, he knew he had quickly gotten her where he wanted her. Watching her take her shot, albeit, shakily. It brought him a great sense of satisfaction to bring her here whether she fought him or not. His mouth surrounding her clit, drawing up a deep groan to transfer those vibrations. Sweeping his tongue to her. Per usual getting a little more enjoyment than he should have out of this.

 Spencer James The well-played attack against her clit had her jolting her hand for his hair, only to realize the bottle was still there within.  He had declined her offer for the last few shots, so instead, she turned the bottle upside down, allowing the last of the contents, a full two shots or so, to flow against her pubic bone, following the gravitational pull.  Dropping the empty bottle on the bed somewhere beside them, her hand found his hair as she had been after, gripping at the short length for as firm of a hold as she could afford.  Tugging upwards, attempting to stop the action there at her clit as she could not hold out much longer and she wanted assurances first.  “Johhhn,” she whined, lifting her upper body upwards, taking in the scene below that only had her dropping back again, the sight pushing her to the tip of the edge, evident in the stronger hold against his hair.  “I can’t…” she begged, still wanting him to tell her he would not be napping, though she couldn’t manage the entire sentence.  “Please… “ she continued on, a word at a time, piecing together some semblance of a thought.  “Fucking A…” a complaint as she felt the surge rushing through her body, nearly past the point of her own control, a mixture of the vibrations and visual sight proving to much for her as the alcoholic liquid clung to her flesh.

 John James Feeling the brief droplets of alcohol seeking down her pubic bone, the man would have normally sought it out. Yet, he was on a search and destroy mission of his own as he felt her hand in his hair. Only when she was on the edge would he allow his long middle digit to slip within her. Fingertip curling within those contracting walls. Feeling her inevitable release as his tongue worked at her harder. Dual stimulation and complete dedication to the cause not hearing her plead.

 Spencer James The combined efforts of both his tongue and his finger within her had her thighs tensing over his shoulders, her stomach tightening, her torso lifting.  The tremble felt throughout her body as she cursed him under her breath.  She had been so very determined and yet his determination had won out.  Never had she fought so hard, never bucking against him as she had this night thanks to a little liquid courage, yet he had still managed to turn her into a complete mess beneath him.  Her inner walls closing tight around his finger, a long hold before the pulsing release would follow, coating that digit within, his earnings displayed in both sight and scent for his enjoyment while she rode out her own.  For several long moments, her body writhed, her breathing uneven and desperate as she had been, her hand releasing his hair in exchange to grasp her own inner thigh.

 John James Feeling her cumming for him, the thick fluid coating his digit. Ready to not be so nice to her as it wasn’t over yet for him, just as she was cumming. His mouth slipped briefly from her clit. The whole of his tongue drifting down as his finger withdrew briefly from her before his two fingers this time drew back into her. Tongue, having collected his surprise, seeking out her clit again as if not missing a beat as he worked even harder at her to make use of that barely past orgasm.

 Spencer James Before she ever had a chance to come down from the high of her own release, he was at her again, pushing a step further.  “John!”  She called out sharply, feeling the tension of the second finger slipping within, only to have him back at her clit once more, all in one fluid motion.  Her body seeming to ride in the same state as her release, her sensitivity now heightened post orgasm, yet he was not done.  “John, please.  Fuck me.”  She pleaded, begging for a break, begging for just a moment to come down, yet all at the same time her words were contradictory.  “Don’t stop.  Fuck.  I want more.”  She whined, another finger, another sweep, another anything.  She didn’t care.  Just moments after pleading for a hiatus, she was rocking her hips upward against his fingers, her own hands clenching the sheets of the bed, tugging at the fabric in a new kind of frustration.

 John James Hearing her beg him to fuck her, it wasn’t one he had the nerve to ignore very often but he was hellbent on getting her back in the best kind of way as his free hand swept over her stomach. Only then, a brief reprieve as his tongue found that trail of drying alcohol and back down to her. His two fingers sweeping entirely within her as his fingers curled and rotated out of her and back in. Picking up speed as his tongue pressured her nerve in fluid and consistent circles.

 Spencer James The moment of reprieve at her clit was all too brief and still his tongue was providing ample stimuli to the woman as he tasted of the Jameson against her flesh.  In this moment, she could somewhat breathe, if only for the passing moment before the return came once more.  The lapse in arousal had only somehow increased the feeling at his return, causing her body to buck immediately upon contact.  A raspy variation of sounds, phrases, whines, complaints, all poured from her lips, yet none could be exactly worked out.  Riding this high for this long had her lightheaded and dizzy, only to be surprised by the onset of what was to be another release.  Erratic breathing led the way as her body only slightly tensed, having never left the tensed state, bringing one foot against his shoulder, pressing against him in a struggle that she didn’t want to win.  The fluid came forth through contracting walls, a second release in the matter of minutes, an orgasm longer than any other she had ever been on.  Each pulse brought forth another wave, causing her to close her eyes tightly, her back to arch as if she could somehow ease the blissful feeling.

 John James His free hand passed up the side of her thigh as she pushed into him, feeling the rush of her cumming once again for him. Not sure whether it was all one prolonged affair or separated, he wasn’t too worried about understanding it as he watched her back arch. Knowing she was feeling it by that action alone as his fingers felt her internal contractions. Groaning softly against her.

 Spencer James The tension remained throughout her being for the duration, only starting to relax her muscles as it finally came to a slow and tapering off end.  Breathlessly, she dared to open her eyes, finding the room not to be spinning quite so bad.  Easing off the grip she had on the sheets, she laid still beneath him, deep breaths for several moments before she was reaching for his hand.  Quite unsure if he had tortured her enough for one day or if he had other ideas.  “Fuck,” she whispered between breaths meant to regain a normal pattern, yet with his fingers still within her, she wasn’t sure he should be trusted.  An offer that might tempt him, something to withdraw those fingers and ensure his assault was complete.  Her hand crossing her stomach, reaching for that hand instead of the other.  “I want to taste it.”  She confessed, leaning upwards slowly to sit before him, her own tongue tracing her lower lip, all a ploy to get him away from the region and a little more on a level playing field.

 John James “I dont know…I mean, saying goes, ‘third times the charm.’” Teasing her with the concept of doing it again. Teasing himself with it as well as his fingers deep within her slipped out of her. Still not giving as his tongue swept down to collect her fluid directly from the source. His free hand massaging his fingers into her outer thigh. Happily leaving her winded.

 Spencer James John seemed to be on an endless path of disregarding absolutely anything and everything she asked for.  If either of them was disobedient, it was him, she thought to herself, a slow grin forming at her lips for the thought.  As his tongue took to that which he had drawn from her, earned, stolen, her breath hitched at the sudden warmth against such sensitivity.  Her soul focus now to regaining her breath, which would take a few moments to make any progress towards.  The high had been so high, evident in her body’s constant reaction even now.  Her ignored hand falling against her own abdomen, drawing one leg down from where it had been against his shoulder.  “Think I’m going to be the one needing a nap,” She teased, an indication that she was finally coming back around as she lifted upwards, her hands taking his face within them, attempting to see if he could deny her this as well.

 John James Collecting her fluid, he was quite satisfied with himself. Thus, as she reached for his face. Finally allowing her to lure him up to her as his forearms found the bed at her side. Warmly pressing his lips to hers, tongue quickly parting both his lips and her own to allow her the taste she was after. Or at least claiming to be as he knew it might have been an attempt to distract him from inflicting more damage.

 Spencer James Though her intentions previously had been to stop the oncoming of any further ploys by her husband, as she reached for him this time, it was out of sheer desire to taste the mixture of both him and her there on his tongue.  Wasting no time, he parted their lips, to which she was just as eager, her own tongue meeting his before the full part could be achieved.  A soft hum resounded from her as she drew his tongue to her mouth fully, sucking against the muscle as she stripped him of her own taste.  Satisfied, she released the hold, instead grazing her tongue to his once more as her hand ventured between their bodies to find his hardened cock with her hand, slender fingers dividing, slipping loosely up and down his length in an effort to keep him stimulated while she took a moment longer to regain clarity, or at least as much could be afforded after the emptying of the bottle that laid aside them.

 John James Feeling her surrounding his tongue, taking herself in fully. The suggestion of it in itself was sexy, let alone the act of him being the catalyst for which her own taste found her. As if on cue, his cock throbbed just as her hand found him. Drawing out a low groan from him as his tongue smoothed back over hers.

 Spencer James The lightest touch at his piece, her hand kept barely touching, barely not touching, thumb grazing gently over his tip as she sealed her lips against his, drawing slightly back as she opened her eyes to meet his.  “You are a pure evil man.”  She accused in a flirtatious tone, her playfulness apparent as she came back to him fully the woman she normally was in these moments.  It had taken her a moment to get there, but the light behind her eyes, though partially fueled by alcohol, had seduction written all through her hues.  “So now that you nearly killed me… what do you want?  The nap?  Or me?”  Her question urged on by the ongoing passes of her fingertips against him.

 John James “You made me do it.” He reminded her as she mentioned him being evil, they could have just gone about normal operations but she had to be a smart ass. “You got off easy this time.” He remarked honestly, he could have been so much worse to her. Meeting her eyes upon her question, feeling her bare grazes to his dick as his own hips impatiently grinded forward. His free hand slipping down, pulling her leg over his hip. “I want you.” He answered without a moment of hesitation.

 Spencer James “Made you?  Easy?”  She asked, stunned at such accusations, though he had yet to push her temptations to misbehave away.  Though she loved the feeling of him taking control, she was also finding she quite liked pushing him further to do it.  Though there was that lingering wonderment of what his worst could be if he claimed she had gotten off easy.  Nothing about that was easy and he had to know it.  The movement of her leg to wrap around his hip had her nose meeting his.  “You know you could’ve had me any time you wanted,” she reminded him honestly, biting her tongue at the thought that had crossed her mind just before those words were brought to life.  Stealing his lips again, silencing herself from blowing up the entire ordeal, not trusting the intoxicated variation of herself to stay the path.  Fingertips guiding him towards her entrance, a distraction from thoughts running through the woman’s mind.  His tip meeting her warmth, a damp and waiting place, a place of his very own that ensured his very own release before the end.

 John James “Yeah, I know.” He reminded her, taking another angle with it entirely than she perhaps meant. To John, it was merely a reminder that he could look at her one kind of way and get her into bed. Something he clearly enjoyed beyond words as he returned to this space between them every night without hesitation or delay. Not thinking any further on her phrase then that as he felt her guiding his cock to her entrance. His teeth finding his bottom lip as his hips shifted forward. Guiding himself within her.

 Spencer James His reminder served its point quite well.  He could have had her anytime he wanted.  He just wanted to torture the fuck out of her first.  She had to almost laugh at the thought, though she was able to keep that reigned in for the moment.  As she felt him shifting his hips forward, her hand remained in place, assisting him for once.  His fingers minutes before paled in comparison to the fullness felt within just the first few inches he pushed within her.  A sharp movement of her own hips and she was impaling herself far more quickly than necessary, showing him that she too could have him when she wanted him, a look in her eyes resounding that fact to him.  

 John James Taking things slow for his own sake with how good she felt, or so he thought, he felt her having altogether different ideas. Pushing her hips into his quickly bringing a hum from his tightened and sealed lips. Meeting her eyes as his free hand found her hair, this time none of the pulling. A gentle pass as he angled his hips further against her to effectively slip entirely within her depths.

 Spencer James The moment his hand came to the tresses of her hair, she was prepared for the jolt upward of her chin.  When it didn’t come, instead traded out for a soft caress of his hand against her hair, her eyes reflected the surprise, though she couldn’t bring herself to hide the look.  “John…” she whispered, her voice carrying as much surprise as her eyes did.  He was taking it to a different place this time and she wasn’t sure what to think, given the way they entered this arena.  From a fight, to such heavy foreplay, all hinting that there would be something of pain and screaming, something of drywall cracking at their force.  But instead, this.  A slow smile graced her lips as she simply lifted her lips to meet his, her hips rocking gently against his, matching that slower pace for as long as he should so desire it.

 John James Having no doubt that they’d work themselves up to a little something to irritate the neighbors as they always did, it wasn’t until he heard his name that he rose a brow. Meeting her eyes, wondering if he had done something wrong. Confusion masking his features. “What?” He asked breathlessly as he felt her hips rocking into his, giving a roll of his own hips to hers with each push of momentum.

 Spencer James With the faintest shake of her head no, she dismissed the question away.  It had been an instinctual reaction from her, though she marked her momentary error with the confusion painted across his features.  A lift of her hand to rest at the side of his face, her eyes intent on his as their hips found a flow together as they almost always did.  “Nothing,” she offered, as there were no words for her to speak in that moment, none that would make any sense, none that he probably wanted to hear.  “Just trying to keep up with you,” she stated honestly, a small smile gracing her lips as she leaned upwards, meeting his lips with her own for a fleeting kiss before she was there, at his eyes, again.  

 John James The confusion slowly relapsed as he felt her hand to his face, meeting her eyes. Not quite able to understand as he heard her suggestion about keeping up with him. Not an easy task. Even he knew that, feeling her lips meet his. He leaned back into her kiss before she met his eyes. The heat in the room growing hotter, the faint red of his light skin growing. Not sure whether it was just him or not as it seemed to happen quickly. His head leaning in, lips pressing to the center of her chest as he rolled his hips into hers a bit faster. Distracting himself with the task at hand instead of the heat taking over.

 Spencer James And all in a flash, it seemed she had somehow pointed out something that she shouldn’t have.  Yet she wasn’t backing away from it this time.  This time, she was meeting it head on.  This time, with the boldness afforded to her by the Jameson through her veins, she brought both hands to rest at the sides of his face, drawing him back to her, her eyes imploring his.  “Go slow.”  She requested.  The heat between them seemed to have risen twenty degrees, easy.  Slipping one hand down, she lifted, her lips meeting the side of his neck, a soft kiss placed to dampening flesh.  The lighter trail of her tongue lingering against him as both arms found their way around him, holding onto him, moving with him, should he allow this to remain.  Thoughts in her head, though tight lips not letting them seep through.  She had greatly enjoyed all of their sexual ploys and adventures, and would look forward to the next, but there was this ongoing idea that maybe they were ready to explore something that looked a little more like this.  If he bucked against it, she would cease her urging, going with him on whatever wild ride befell them.  But for now, the movement of the two together, in unison, at a slower pace while tasting of sensitive regions that were reachable in the close proximity was where her mind was residing.

 John James Meeting her eyes as she drew him back, seemingly not allowed to do anything but look in her eyes. A daunting task for the onslaught of things running for him. Swallowing hard, he nodded as she mentioned going slow. He could do that. Feeling her at his neck, one of his hands passed down her side. Slow yet incredibly deep drives of his hips pushing against her.

 Spencer James With the promise of slow, she was nearly surprised, yet pleased all at the same time.  It would stand to be the first time she had offered what she truly wanted in this capacity, aside from wild antics that led to noise disturbance letters on the door.  Even if he didn’t maintain the pace she’d requested, if she could have just a few minutes of it, she’d be more than satisfied.  The depth at the slower pace had hushed whimpers as he reached his full depth within her, causing her to cast heated breath against the flesh of his shoulder.  Relinquishing that hold she had on his upper body, permitting his freedom as before, yet keeping the ebb and flow they had somewhat established at this point.  A brief exchange of her lips to his before she was setting him free, one hand finding his, fingers interlacing between his, a light grip as her facial expressions matched the soft murmurs escaping parted lips.

 John James Feeling how deep he reached her, it seemed only possible at this pace when he was conscious of where into her he was pushing. Feeling her lips rejoin his, feeling her at his free hand as he turned his head to watch her. Lips drifting over her jawline and down the side of her neck. Recounting with his mouth the vast variety of fading bruises he found there.

 Spencer James Without the tug of her hair, she easily lifted her chin, affording him all of the reign he should so wish to find there at her neck as his lips traced the area, only heightening the feeling mounting within her.  One hand joined to his, the other resting at the back of his neck, lightly massaging at the base of his neck as she met each slow meeting of their bodies.  A slip of her lower lip between a light hold by her teeth, eyes falling shut as she completely melded into the moment with him, losing concept of space and time.  Fingertips moving from the base of his neck to the back of his head, a similar kneading motion against his scalp as she enjoyed the feel of his lips to her flesh.  Her hand in his spreading her fingers apart, only to close them around his hand once more.  Releasing that hold for her fingers to slip through his, at the last minute drawing back down as she played with his hand.

 John James Feeling the sensation that he’s burst passing as he managed to slip from her eyes, feeling her fingers through his hair. Retaining that slow pace as his hips worked in perfect rhythm between her legs. Finding ways to make this as pleasurable as their norm as his thrusts ceased in favor for a slow circling of his hips while already deep within her.

 Spencer James The shift of his hips to a more circular motion while buried deep within her was enough to nearly force her to break her own request.  The place within could not be ignored as he managed to reach it with every rotation of his hips.  Keeping her hands soft to him was growing difficult, yet she was managing to follow the lead incessantly, allowing him to lead as always, even if it was at her own request.  The change evident in her breaths, the pattern losing regularity.  A bite at her lower tier that was once soft and barely there was growing stronger by the moment.  A whine from her raspy tone, coming forth more as a groan than anything else in that moment, a sound indicative that she was both satisfied and at war within herself all at the same time.  Words against her tongue choked back into the depths of her throat.  She was losing a battle there, and quickly.  “I wish we could be like this for always.”  She whispered, a thought much different than the one that had been burning against her tongue, yet the sentiment was still just as true.  There was no place this woman felt happier than in his arms, though this pace unfamiliar to them, it still was with him and therefore easily where she knew she belonged.  Slowly slipping her fingertips through his, rejoining their hands once more.  Her grip tightening more so than before, using the transfer of strength there in her grip to hold on a little longer without potentially changing the landscape of this moment between the two.

 John James Hearing her statement, however lowly whispered. His fingers slipped through the ends of her hair, feeling her grip tighten as he continued circling his hips. Hitting the depths of her and far reaching walls where even his fingers could not find. “We can be whatever we want to be, right?” He reminded her, tongue tracing her bottom lip.

 Spencer James The words spoken from his lips had a tense clenching of those interior walls, indicating to him just what his words could do to her in a moment such as this.  “Yeah, we can,” she agreed, feeling his tongue at her lower lip, allowing him a moment there as it just felt too good to interrupt right away.  His fingers through her hair, the rotation of his hips, all working together to maintain something that had lasted far longer than she could have anticipated.  A tilt of her head upward and she had her lips pressed softly to his, exchanging in a kiss that matched the entire aura they had somehow found themselves in.  Sealing the kiss against his lips, she pressed her forehead to his, her heated breath falling against his lips as the intake quickened, a mix of the physical, vocal, and emotional all hitting her together to lead her to ecstasy.

 John James Pressing his lips back to hers as she sealed them together, preserving the intensity radiating off of them both. For the best, more than likely. It seemed they were both experiencing similar things. His pace slowly increasing with that fluid rock as he began to take it up a bit for both their emotional and physical sanity as his hand slipped from her hair to the side of her neck.

 Spencer James As their lips rejoined again, her kiss almost thanking him from silencing her before she totally blew everything that had transpired thus far this evening.  Her own words her worst enemy at most every turn.  The quickening of his pace, though still somehow kept in line with the tone they had set.  Keeping her lips to his was a challenge that she would not be able to maintain, her lips slipping free to his shoulder, placing a kiss as she simply rested her face buried into him, her pace quickening to match his, keeping in perfect rhythm with him.  The silencing ability stolen from the both of them at her own inability to continue on, needing air, needing him, needing more.  The clenching of her inner walls tightening around him, the warning before she reached the edge again.  “John…” she whispered, a gasp at her lips searching for air as though it would radiate through his flesh into her lungs.

 John James Hearing her moan his name as he continued on this way, pausing, those familiar circular rotations of his hips before he was returning to the normal push and pull. His hand tightened at her hip. Acknowledging that lustful whisper that seemed to be a sign of what was to come. His free hand slipping down her shoulder. Feeling her at his own shoulder as his tongue grazed her collarbone.

 Spencer James Holding onto him just as tightly as he seemed to be holding on to her, her body trembling beneath his.  Every level of this intimacy had wrapped together to send her rushing towards the edge, and she was doing nothing to stop it.  Her leg wrapped tighter around him, her body clinging to him in every way possible.  His name repeated against his skin, the faintest of whispers as the gate released, the warmth rushing over and coating his piece buried deep within her.  Her grip and pace not ceasing, meeting him with every motion, determined to get him there with her as the walls within pulsated around his length.

 John James Feeling the warmth of her walls as he felt the thick coating of her clinging to him. Hearing his name from her lips providing him the deepest pleasure. Feeling her hips rolling from under him and luckily knowing he wouldn’t need much more urging. The deep and fluid pushes of his hips through her slick walls bringing his teeth nipping at the skin of her chest and over her collarbone.

 Spencer James The rush through her body, each time increasingly more intense, left her breathless there at his shoulder.  Driven by only the desire to please him now as the two maintained the pace that had been established there, one they had not before ventured into.  Holding her emotion back proved difficult, though a strong bite to her lower lip chained in sentiments that dare not escape her.  Their bodies working together towards a place they had been hundreds of times in their short three months of marriage, one place they always seemed to work well as a team together.  Releasing her held lower lip, a turn of her head and she had her teeth gripping lightly at his lower ear lobe, heated breath falling against his flesh.  

 John James Feeling her at his ear, just the sound of her breath hitching in such close proximity brought him an intense surge of pleasure as his lips pressed to the spot of where his teeth had marked her. Lifting his head slowly as he pressed his forehead to hers. Hips steadily rolling into hers.

 Spencer James As he turned his head, her teeth slipped from the grip at his ear, their foreheads meeting, affording her no place at his flesh to silence herself.  Each movement of their hips intensified in the moments just beyond her own release, a heightened sensitivity that only seemed to increase.  Her eyes to his reflected a sea of emotion that had never been displayed in their acts before.  They weren’t fucking.  This was uncharted, and yet they both seemed to be actively participating on much the same page far as she could see.  Both hands coming to rest upon either side of his neck, resisting the urge still to speak.  His lips so close, yet she dared not move for them, eyes dead set on his in a way in which felt uncomfortably comfortable all at the same time.  Each rotation finding the most sensitive place within causing her to hitch beneath him, a small jolt each time, clinging to him a little tighter with each pass.

 John James Keeping his forehead pressed to hers, feeling her against his neck. Loving to hear each hitch of her breath and knowing it was he who was doing it as he felt his own orgasm rising up through him. Knowing too last much longer in this could be dangerous, but the feeling of her driving him. Pace slightly increasing but still a far cry from their norm as his free hand found the side of her thigh. Each muscle in him seeming to tense.

 Spencer James The grip at her thigh, normally read as possessive, did not radiate as such with her.  The way they both seemed to be simply gripping to one another in the moment in their singular position experience.  It had none of the makeup of any other time, though it had beginnings that probably should not have resulted where they were.  Each moment that passed had her another moment closer to breaking her silence, though she refused, her resolve stronger than she gave herself credit for.  His pace increasing, she knew he was growing closer, furthering her to do the same.  Matching the pace, drawing her opposite leg to the side, drawing up slightly at the knee, giving him just that bit more depth within her.  The movement for his benefit, not yet calculating that it would do the same for her.  The new depth was met with a slight whimper at her lips, one that took the previous jolt to a full tremble beneath him.  His name again burning at her lips, the only thing she would permit to pass through as her fingertips pressed more firmly against his flesh.

 John James Feeling that slight shift, it managed to change the sensation for both of them entirely. Striking her from within at that fresh angle and knowing them he was done. His fingers tightening at the back of her thigh, breath hitching with hers as his eyes closed. Forehead still pressed to hers as his teeth found his bottom lip. Only a moment later, giving in. Cumming within her with a soft groan as he rolled his hips into hers.

 Spencer James The tightening of his grip only caused the same in her.  Her eyes drifted from his as he closed his eyes, finding the captured lip between his teeth.  A slight turn of her head and she gave in to the urge to steal those lips for her own.  They were hers, after all.  His groan was met by her lips, taking his groan within her own mouth as it too rightfully was hers.  Her lips kept soft to his, a repeated passing of her lips over his, her lower body rising to meet his, allowing him the pleasure of his full release before her body would slowly come to still beneath his.  Her lips sealing once more against his, her forehead meeting his once again as the sounds in the room were limited to simply the exchanges of irregular breaths from the both of them.  Bringing one hand from the side of his neck to the side of his face, her fingertips soft against his skin, caressing him softly as she looked into shielded eyes cloaked by his closed lids.

 John James Feeling her forehead meet his in those proceeding moments, his face found the side of her neck. Her skin able to capture each breath as he regained normalcy or at least attempted to. His hand slipping up her side as he felt her at his neck. Not quite sure what had just happened and unable to work out the details. The intimacy in that encounter was astounding and he wasn’t sure he had ever experienced anything quite like it. A few moments later, his head was pulling from her neck. Reaching up where he was brushing a bead of sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, brushing his fingers through his messy hair and only aiding to it.

 Spencer James The idea of speaking was beyond her as the two seemed to hold onto the closeness for several minutes beyond the intimacy.  Once the high leveled out to a more normal place, it was an onset of other emotions for Spencer.  The moment he lifted from the nook of her neck, she met his actions with watchful eyes.  She had been the one to ask him to stay slow, yet she hadn’t anticipated the intimacy, the looks, the caresses.  It had all built in such a way that felt natural, yet in the aftermath, it was John that she was concerned for.  She couldn’t bring herself to speak actual sentiments, yet felt she should do something to make light of what they had just done, yet there was nothing light about it.  The mess of hair atop his head brought a smirk to her lips, only able to imagine she had true sex hair as well.  “Here,” she whispered, bringing her hands up to his hair, as if he cared what it looked like, attempting to put it back under control again.  Shaking her head, there was no help for his mess.  Allowing her hands to pass down the sides of his face, not lingering as she returned them to the bed beneath her back, more or less gauging where he was at this moment with everything or if she had imagined something that hadn’t been there at all.

 John James “No, it’s already decided.” he stated, as his fingers through his hair had not been a habit out of grooming. Merely something that just happened and he wasn’t surprised when she submitted. His sweat would already make it worse, feeling her hands down his face before they were done with him and onto the bed. Taking that as a suggestion to lean up on his own knees against the bed. Slipping from her as he lifted his arm. Idly brushing off the perspiration there once more before he was laying down beside her.

 Spencer James Misreading his move to the side of her to mean that he needed the space, she simply laid beside him for a few long moments.  Resisting the urge to move to him until she could no longer do so.  With a slight shift of her body, she was on her side, her hand seeking out his as it most always was.  Her fingers finding his, repeating an action without thinking that was much like that she had done during the most intimate encounter the two had shared up until this point.  Her eyes drifted to the joining of their fingers, watching absentmindedly as her fingers separated his, sliding through, tracing up the length of his fingers only to do it over again.  “I think it’s hot.”  A delayed comment over the mess of his hair, as she felt completely responsible, and proud, of his present state.

 John James Feeling her at his side, reaching for his hand as he gave her hand a gentle squeeze. Watching her watching their joint hands before she spoke. A moment of brief confusion, thinking she meant literally hot before he caught on. “Yeah, I’m sure you are real proud of your work…” he ventured with a knowing nod.

 Spencer James “I am,” she quickly whispered, diverting her eyes from their hands to his eyes.  Lifting her head from the bed, propping it up on a bent arm, she shook her head lightly, allowing her matted locks to shake free slightly.  “I’m pretty sure you win on wrecking someone’s hair though…” she spoke honestly, though not having seen her own hair.  She didn’t have to.  Fingertips pausing in that motion, instead wrapping around his larger hand, tugging against the hold to pull herself fully against his side.  “That was amazing,” she whispered, lips leaving a kiss against his shoulder, addressing the elephant in the room.

 John James “Yours always looks good. You pull off the sex hair like nobody’s business.” he ventured as he watched her, feeling her at his hand before she was pulling over him and at his side. Hearing her statement as his arm slipped around her shoulder, keeping her hand in his as his arm dropped down her shoulder and over the side of her neck for the comfort of holding her hand. “Yeah, it was.”

 Spencer James His maneuver to not release her hand brought a smile to her features.  Working with him to achieve the hold, she drew in closer to him.  Tugging a slight bite at her lower lip, she just looked over him for a moment.  “Should do that again sometime?”  She asked, a lift of her brows to see if he dared to venture into a realm that seemed to be laced in emotions for her, though she still couldn’t judge if it was within her own mind or if he had felt it as well.  “Like, in an hour?”  She added, a playful tease, attempting to keep the topic light, minimizing the actual gravity of what she had experienced, a deterrent for herself to avoid prying questions towards him.

 John James “An hour, hm? I’ll see if I can fit it into my schedule.” he teased dryly, leaning in where he pressed his lips softly to hers. Nudging his nose to hers at the conclusion of that kiss as his head fell back to the pillow. Hand gently squeezing hers. Able to send something being a little more tense with her but feeling his own tension, he couldn’t comment on it. He knew it would end up back in his lap and for now, he was content with merely breaking the tension.

 Spencer James Meeting his lips with her own, a smile felt through the kiss as he had taken her by surprise.  It was the little things in her mind that went the furthest.  Watching him fall back to the bed again, her smile remained as she shook her head.  “I didn’t say I was done with those,” she teased, coming over him to steal his lips herself, holding the kiss for only a short moment before she was sealing the kiss and returning to her previous position.  “I need a shower.”  She stated honestly, that smile giving way to a light laugh.  “Someone used me as a shot glass.”  She accused playfully, eyes lifting.  “Wonder who /that/ was.”

 John James “Ohhh.” he hummed, playfully humming at how brazen she was now, claiming she had not been done with at least that bit of him as he pressed his lips back to hers. Raising a brow upon her statement and the rhetoric. “I don’t know, must have been your other husband…” he pointed out with a shrug of his shoulders.

 Spencer James “Riiiight.  My other husband.”  She repeated, tilting her head slightly to the side as she uncoiled his arm from around her, sitting up beside him, allowing their hands to still remain joined, resting against bare thighs.  “Because you would share me with another husband…”  A reminder of the possession that ran through the both of them when it came to one another.  “You have a hard time sharing me with the pricks across the street who do nothing more than stare and the occasional cat call.  My other husband.  If there was one, we both know you’d have killed him long ago.”

 John James “I’m glad you have this all figured out. It’ll save us a lot of digging later.” he stated, though somehow, not playing. He had always been possessive but Spence had unleashed something even more primal from him. The mention of the guys across the street brought him to shake his head. It was an attempt to weigh him out, to see exactly what kind of a biker he was. They wouldn’t like their answer.

 Spencer James “Just do that digging outside of my jurisdiction.  Consider it a gift to me not to make me deal with the homicide case.”  She teased, noticing that shake of his head about the guys across the street.  Instantly regretting mentioning them as the last thing she wanted was for his mood to turn to shit.  Returning that softer touch of their hands together, a shift of conversation to steer away from their possessiveness issues and on to other things.  “So if I were to go take a shower, what would you do?”  She asked, eyes drifting to his.