John Jones is a manhunter (johnjones) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-05-30 22:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, applejack, j'onn j'onzz (martian manhunter) |
Who: AJ and John
What: HONEYMOON
When: After the wedding, 5/5
Where: the plan on the way to the honeymoon suite
Rating: NC-17 for sex
Status: Complete
AJ rolled over in bed. The sheets were warm, but not uncomfortably so. She wasn’t sure how long she’d been sleeping, but her hair was still wet from the shower. She lifted her head and looked around to find they were still on the plane. Her mouth felt dry.
“How long was I out?”
John smiled softly, sitting next to her in the bed, eyes warm. “About six hours. We landed in New York, and then took off again, and are headed out over the ocean now.” He smirked and leaned in to kiss her, one hand stroking her belly with teasing circles.
He’d caught a couple cat naps in there and was enjoying himself. The supersonic transport was moving faster than anything he had ever seen could.
AJ grinned softly, then leaned in to tap a kiss against his lips. “Where are we headed? Europe, I take it?” She’d never been out of the country before. She had her passport, just in case that’s where he decided to take them on their honeymoon.
“Oh yes. I think it is okay to tell you that much. And that it is in France.” He smirked at her and kissed her softly. He had made sure that her passport had been updated, and knew it would be fine when they landed. John loved to make her smile.
AJ was smiling. For sure. “I don’t speak French,” she said, softly, opening her eyes to look into his. “You’ll translate for me, won’t you?”
“Of course.” His mind touched hers. and stroked her pleasure centers, gently, sending a rush of pleasure through her. “I can do that.” He kissed her again, grinning.
“Most people where we go, will speak English too.”
“Okay.” AJ nodded, then gasped softly and shuddered. She returned his kiss, softly. “...you wicked, wicked man. Trying to distract me from finding out where our honeymoon is?”
“Who me? Would I do that?” He kissed her again and snuggled close. “You will see, I promise. And hopefully, you will love it.”
“I know I’m going to love it.” AJ said, then sat up a little bit. “I’m starving. Do they have breakfast on this thing? Do I have to get dressed to eat?”
“Yes they do, and no, you don’t. What would you like?” John smirked at her and reached for a telephone to one side of the bed. “It’s all part of the service.”
“French toast.” AJ said, stretching. She lifted her arms up and over her head, all the muscles in her tummy and chest going taut, and she groaned in the stretch. “And orange juice.”
He dialed and then ordered for them both, asking for bacon and eggs. Then he slid down next to her and stroked her breasts. “It’ll be a few minutes.”
AJ chuckled softly, leaning into his hands. “I see you’ve found a way to pass the time until it arrives.”
“Oh, well, I do like to enjoy my work” and he bent his head to nibble and suck on those breasts, softly. He would gladly waste away that time until the food was ready giving her pleasure.
AJ’s head tipped back and her eyes closed. She loved it. One of her hands lifted to tangle in his hair. “I like it when you enjoy your work, too,” she breathed, grinning.
John simply moaned in agreement and kissed his way down her belly and toward her thighs, and what lay between them. With gentle pressure, he began to nibble and suckle those soft lips and her clit...
AJ flopped back down against the bed, spreading her legs for him and giving a very soft moan. “Oh, you’re so totally allowed.” She breathed, the hand in his hair tightening a little. He was so very good at this part.
With a great deal of enthusiasm, he used his tongue to swirl and slide across her clit, to taste her and to tease her, fingers stroking her folds, then slipping, one and then two inside of her, to stroke and rub her inner walls.
It didn’t take much for him to get her whimpering and writhing on the bed under his attentions. Her toes curled, her hands grabbed at the bedsheets. Gentle whimpers were escaping her, her body shuddering as pleasure filled her.
His fingers stroked and teased and thrust, two becoming three as he moaned her name and groaned into her, tongue dancing across her clit with lust and desire. He wanted to feel her come.
She gave him exactly what he wanted. A handful of “Oh, God”’s escaped her, and then she came. Every muscle in her body went rigid as pleasure burst within.
And as she came, he kept licking and suckling along, until she was done and raised his head with a grin, licking his lips, then wiping his mouth. “Yum.” He popped a mint in and winked at her. “I love you.”
AJ gave a tired chuckle, catching up with her breath. “I love you, too.” She relaxed down against the bed again, enjoying the glow from her climax. “... you’re spoiling me, husband.”
“Oh? Isn’t it supposed to be my job to give you good sex, or something?” You make my life perfectly awesome with being here. “
John smiled at her kissing her nose.
AJ chuckled softly. “There’s a difference between doing your job and excelling at your job. And you, husband of mine, are the best at giving me good sex in the entire universe.”
John smirked as he kissed her softly. “I do enjoy my work, love. I do enjoy making you come and making you happy.”
“Ditto.” AJ said, lifting her hands to cup his cheeks. “I want to spend every minute of the rest of my life making you happy.”
“And I you.” He kissed her nose and lips. “I do love working, but I love being with you more.”
“Well, we’ve got our entire honeymoon to just... be together. I still don’t even know where we’re going. And... wait, where’s breakfast?” She asked, sitting up a little to glance around. “I’m still starving.”
“I’m sure you’ll enjoy yourself and myself too.”John grinned and opened a panel in the wall where a green light was blinking, revealing a large tray covered with silver domes. He lifted the tray to a side table and lifted the domes, revealing their breakfast.
AJ laughed. “It wasn’t just sitting there all along, was it? You making me wait for my food--work for my food... “ she said, teasing. “Naughty boy.” But then she moved to the side table to join him, and lifted a fork to dig in. She was starving.
And now that she didn’t need to fit into a wedding dress, she could eat again!
“Maybe you’ll have to punish me later.” He smirked and then started in on the food himself. There was a lot more honeymoon to have!
AJ laughed, started in on her food, and for a long while couldn’t speak. First she was too busy stuffing her face. Then she was too busy being incredibly full. She could barely move by the end of the meal.
John snuggled her close, quite happy to just hold her as they shot onward toward their destination in France. “Love you, AJ.” This was the best place to be.
~fin~