drawn_to_magic (drawn_to_magic) wrote in b_field_ic, @ 2012-06-06 21:31:00 |
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A Night In
Who: Jo and Mal
Where: Their Home
When: Thursday, May 6th - Afternoon/Early Evening
Mal had had an awful day, all told. It had been storming all day and the seas were rough, tossing him about in his boat and making any kind of work difficult. He was also very lucky that he'd hired William, as the man had literally saved him from going overboard and who knew what would have happened to him then. After parking his car in the garage, he made his way through the house sluggishly, pulling off his soaking clothes as soon as he reached the bathroom. He was absolutely miserable and felt the beginnings of a migraine coming on.
Joanna was in there bedroom folding freshly washed clothes when she heard the opening of the front door. She knew that Hurley was tucked away in her room chatting on the phone with friends, the teen had a great dislike for rain and all that came with it, so she had not stepped foot out of the house on such a sad and dreary day. Henry had gone next door to play with a friend, and Nora, well nothing outside a major catastrophe could keep her elder daughter inside, even on stormy day such as this. So it was easy for Jo to conclude that it was her husband who had just entered the house.
"Mal?" The blond called out as she moved to the doorway of their bedroom and peeked out into the hallway.
"Hi honey," Mal said, taking off his work jacket as he walked over to her. He gave her a sad, exhausted smile, and pecked her on the cheek before moving to the bathroom adjacent to their bedroom, grunting as he pulled off layers of shirts and dropped them, along with his jacket, on the bathroom floor. He dropped the toilet seat and sat down on it so he could work off his shoes as well. Knowing that she'd follow him, at least as far as to the doorway, he looked up at her. "Would you mind if we just ordered in tonight? Not sure I'm in the mood to cook," he told her.
Jo did indeed follow her husband into the bathroom. She knew his habits all too well and was soon retrieving his discarded clothing from the floor. "Not at all, I think it will be a nice change." She smiled softly to him with his damp, haphazardly discarded clothing now draped over one arm.
"So, what do you think? Pizza?" He asked as he kicked off one shoe, then the other. He knew that it bothered her when he left his clothes lying around, probably just as much as it bothered him that she cleaned up after him; but they'd been married long enough now to accept each others quirks and shortcomings. He let out a long, heavy sigh and looked up at her again. "Maybe a movie, or CSI on the couch?" He asked hopefully. She'd had to have known that he'd had a miserable day if he wanted to do something like that.
Jo had grown quite adapted to reading her husband's moods. Just the mention of his not in the mood to cook had told her plenty about the mood he had come home in. "Just you and me on the couch for dinner, watching the telly is sounding real good to me." What they watched didn't matter much to her, the little bit of alone time with her husband, something she felt he needed considering his present mood, was just fine with her.
"Well, why don't you order something and I'll freshen up," he replied as he peeled off his socks as well, keeping them in his hand this time. He grunted as he got to his feet (boy did that make him feel old) and added them to the pile that she held in her arms. "I shouldn't be long." Hopefully the shower would do him good, that and a tall glass of milk with dinner. Maybe that would keep the migraine at bay.
"I could join you after getting the pizza ordered." She offered with a soft smile. It would be a little bit before their dinner arrived, and might even aid in ridding him of that nasty little migraine that had followed him home.
He raised his eyebrows, then slid his pants and briefs down his waist, pulling them off and grabbing them before standing up again, offering her the discarded clothes with a sheepish smile. "I'd have to be dead or dying to say 'no' to that," he said, perhaps a bit bluntly. He cupped one of her cheeks and kissed her. "Don't be long?"
Jo couldn't help grin at his look to her offer. "I promise." She answered after kissing him in return. With his damp and fishy smelling clothes, Joanna left him alone in the bathroom to deposit her armful of clothes in the hamper, and then go to get their dinner ordered.
"Well, hot damn," Mal muttered to himself as he watched her leave. Jo always did find a way to help cheer his mood considerably. He smiled serenely, then felt the chill in the air and shivered, quick to move over to the shower and turn on the hot water. He adjusted the taps slightly to get the right heat, then stepped under the water, starting to wash himself while he waited for his wife.
Joanna returned a short time later, clad now in only a power blue robe. Slipping quietly into the bathroom, the door closed behind her without a sound, the blond practically tiptoed to the shower. Slipping off her robe, which she let fall in a pile to the floor, the blond stepped into the shower with a slip of her arms around her husband's waist, and a loving kiss to his shoulder.
Fortunately Mal heard the door close, otherwise her coming up behind him like that would have startled the hell out of him (whether he expected her or not). Mal practically purred when he felt Jo slip up behind him, letting his eyes flutter closed. "So, how long do we have?" He asked, meaning: how long until the pizza arrived.
"About a half hour, due to the weather." She answered in a whisper as she kissed along his shoulder to his neck. One arm remaining curled around his waist as her other hand slid slowly down the outer side of his thigh before curling around it to the inside.
Mal let his eyes stay closed, groaning as he felt Jo's fingers curling around him. It was hard to stay focused when she did things like that. "Are you sure that'll be enough time?" He asked, breath heavy.
"More then enough time." A kiss pressed to the curve of his neck after each murmured word. "I love you." Joanna declared softly as she slipped around in front of him then. The most loving of smiles curving as she caught his eyes a brief moment before her mouth found his.
He smiled into the kiss, drawing his hands up to her neck and brushing his fingers across her jaw as they kissed, drawing it out for a long moment as the water rained down on them. "I love you too," he said after he broke the kiss, looking into her eyes to show her how much he meant that. He brought a hand down to one of her breasts and circled his thumb around her nipple, hardening it under his touch as he idly wondered how many people had this much passion left after over ten years of marriage.
Jo kept his gaze as she maneuvered herself back that very short distance til her back felt the shower wall against it. Her eyes shown with the same love and caring that had been revealed within her husband's. His touch elicited a soft moan, and when his thumb played at her breast, Joanna caught her breath as the most wondrous of feelings coursed through her whole being. It seemed to her that every time mirrored their first time, even though they had been wed for over ten years.
Mal smiled, alternating between flicking his thumb across Jo's nipple and circling his the pad of his thumb around it. He ducked down slightly and started sucking and kissing at her neck eagerly, glad that only one of their children was home. Hopefully she was occupied enough not to wonder about them. He groaned, already starting to feel hard.
Soft moans flowed freely from her lips as the water continued raining down on them, steam clouding up the glass shower door. He knew just which areas of her body to touch, and just how to touch her to bring the most pleasure. Her body started moving against his, her head tipping back slightly to expose more of her neck to his lips.
"You are so beautiful, do you know that?" He murmured against her skin, moving only slightly so he could trail his fingertips down her stomach, soon finding the pleasure center between her thighs. He spread her legs apart slightly, then slowly explored her sex, groaning lightly.
The shower echoed with her moans as he began to play her like a well tuned instrument. Her hips rocked slowly with encouragement for him to enter her. She wanted, craved to feel him inside her now.
Groaning, he continued rubbing the pads of his fingers along her clit for an extra moment before dipping down slightly and cupping the back of her thighs, lifting her up and sliding his erect cock inside her moist folds. He grunted something unintelligible as he started to move inside her.
She felt her back press more firmly against the tile wall of the shower when he injected himself into her. Her head fell forward then, mouth burying in the curve of his neck as he moved them both with each thrust made inside her. Her whole body seemed to wrap around him as moans became muffled as she continued kissing and nipping at his neck.
Grunting, he hooked her legs around his waist and kept thrusting inside her, simply enjoying how good she felt wrapped around him. He took his time with her, making each measured thrust slow but deep, wanting to get her worked up a little more before he really started fucking her.
That was what Joanna loved most about making love with her husband, no matter where it might occur. And there were plenty of places within their home that they had christened with their undying love. The way he took his time with her, building them both up slowly until the time he really let go on her. Her sounds grew louder as her body moved with his, the steam from the shower not the only thing that heated her body now.
He started to pepper kisses along her neck and shoulder, murmuring to her how much he loved her as he continued moving in and out of her, silently glad that they had a good hot water service. When she started to moan louder he quickened his pace, thrusting into her a little faster with hard strokes.
When he started quickening his thrusts, hands captured his neck on either side, drawing his mouth up to meet her own. Joanna kissed him deeply, both as a way to stifle her loud moans so that they wouldn't travel past the closed door, and for a want to feel his lips against her own. Last thing she wanted was for their daughter to come to investigate the strange sounds she might hear coming from the bathroom.
He returned the kiss, glad that all of their children at least knew what sex was (and aren't all children mortified by the thought of their parents having sex?). He groaned against her lips, gripping her thighs tighter as he continued to move inside her, starting to tremble as his orgasm started to build inside him.
Jo kissed him more passionately, more hungrily as their bodies continued moving with and against each other. She could feel the build inside her, with each powerful thrust of his manhood inside her, Joanna found herself coming closer and closer to her own orgasm.
He groaned with the intensity of the kiss, soon breaking it for air and nuzzling into her neck, murmuring to her how much he loved her as he nibbled on her earlobe. He knew that he couldn't hold on much longer, but he wanted her to reach that wonderful high first.
Joanna breathed out heavily when Mal pulled his mouth from hers, the blonde's head, then tipped back to rest against the tiled wall. And when she felt his lips at her ear, the nibbling being more then she could tolerate, a soft cry fell from her lips with a shudder of her body as her orgasm hit its peak.
He held her up against the wall as steadily as he could as he felt his own climax hit, his muscles tensing as he came inside her. He tried to stifle his loud moans in her neck, only marginally successful in doing so.
Joanna whispered suggestively in his ear while trying to get her breathing back under control. She hoped the sounds they made within that last act hadn't gone further then the bathroom door. "The pizza should be here soon." She breathed out slowly in barely a whisper a moment later, with more then a little bit of regret as she wasn't wanting to leave the shower and her husband. They didn't get many moments like this anymore, and Joanna wanted it to last for as long as possible.
He nodded and chuckled, still panting for breath and holding her against the tiled wall. He didn't have the stamina that he used to, but that didn't diminish their love making in any way. "Alright," he murmured, knowing that they'd have to detach from each other soon enough anyway. He carefully pulled his manhood out of her and placed a tender kiss to her lips. "I love you, Jo."
"I love you too, baby." Jo murmured back, resting her forehead against his for the moment. She knew it was an inevitable, but Joanna was in no way wanting to part from her husband.