[location: John Everton's House]

[aesthetic_mojo]

[Note, this is closed and might get all adult and stuff. You have been warned! Also? I blame it on Cordy.]

Charlotte turned off her tablet and put her head down on the table in front of her. Between all those lovely questions at the party and Cordy repeatedly saying 'your guy,' Charlotte needed a drink. Or a nap. Or a drink and then a nap. And then another drink.

Instead, she made herself get up and go looking for John. There was so much from the last few days they hadn't talked about at all. Somehow they seemed to have fallen into a routine where they didn't talk about life outside the house much. It was as if they both worked high stress jobs they didn't want to bring home. It made for a pleasant life, but eventually those things they set aside needed discussing.

Not that she said a word to him when she found him. Her arms went around his waist, her head on his shoulder, and she sighed softly. Her guy.

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[aesthetic_mojo]

She really did mean to get him all the way to the bed, but just outside that room, she stopped so she could press hard into the kiss. She whimpered against his lips as she raked invisible fingers through his hair. Kissing him was just too distracting and it always had been.

[lapsedsaint]

She really shouldn't have stopped. He pressed her against the wall the instant he felt her fingers in his hair. Cheating. That's what it was. Cheating.

[aesthetic_mojo]

She was no more cheating than he was. Well, she wasn't until she felt the wall behind her. Then she knew she had to do something. She kept fingers in his hair and adding nails down his back. That was sure to arch him against her. And that was cheating.

[lapsedsaint]

She knew him plenty well and he did arch against her. He also swore in her mind as he bit her lip.

[aesthetic_mojo]

She just could not get used to hearing him in her mind that way. Particularly not using words like that. She used her real hand to slap his ass for the vulgarity even as she ground her hips against his. They were going to end up on the floor in a minute.

[lapsedsaint]

He pulled away from her lips with a groan and pulled her off the wall. "Bed. Now."

[aesthetic_mojo]

Even though she went with him, she couldn't help teasing. "Are you sure?" She used nails on his back again. "So many other places we haven't tied."

[lapsedsaint]

He gave her another sharp nip on her lip. "Better tell me someplace else, then. Now."

[aesthetic_mojo]

She looked around a little wildly, trying to think of a place that would be fast and more fun than the floor. Catching sight of the couch, she grinned and started them moving again. It was one of her choices, the wide, modern sofa that would fit both of them spread out. It would also be lovely if she were leaned over it.

As they got closer, she started stripping off her clothes, stepping out of her slacks but leaving behind the emerald green panties. They'd look good when she bent over.

[lapsedsaint]

He figured out where they were going and smirked. That woman was going to be the death of him. When he saw they were not headed for the cushions, he pulled away from her and turned her, giving her a spank before pressing against her back.

[aesthetic_mojo]

The spank got him one in return which she could do without stopping her forward action on her clothes. By the time they reached the sofa back, she was in her matching bra and panties and nothing else. She braced her feet and bent slowly, grinding her ass against him as she went. If he was going to Hell, he should at least enjoy it.

[lapsedsaint]

He spanked her hip, then leaned over her to kiss the back of her neck. "Mean to kill me, don't you? God, you look good." He started to unbutton his shirt, to get skin on skin.

[aesthetic_mojo]

"You keep saying that, but it is absolutely contrary to my getting what I really want." She pressed up against him, wriggling shamelessly at the same time she ran invisible hands over his back. What she wanted was him being playful like this as often as possible.

[lapsedsaint]

"It would be a good death." He peeled his shirt off, then unhooked her bra. Skin on skin, that was what he was after, what he craved.

[aesthetic_mojo]

She let the bra drop to the floor, freeing her breasts for his hands if he wanted. Then she arched up against him, purring happily at his heat. She wanted this forever. "No. A good life. Very good life. Wonderful."

[lapsedsaint]

He started to kiss at her back as he wrapped a hand up under her. He cupped her breasts in turn, enjoying their weight as he ground back against her ass. "Yes. That, too." He gave her a quick nip, then straightened up to deal with his pants.

[aesthetic_mojo]

She whimpered at the loss of his hands, arching even harder to stay with him. She wanted him back so badly that she grabbed at his pants for him, yanking at them as she waggled her hips. "Hurry?"

[lapsedsaint]

Her over eagerness got her a spank before he slid his fingers under the waistband of her panties to push them down. "What if I want to take my time?"

[aesthetic_mojo]

She wriggled even more, dragging nails down his back until they dug into his ass. "Then I will torment you the same way you are tormenting me, damn it." She used another invisible hand to grab his crotch. "Wicked man."

[lapsedsaint]

Her panties down, he started to rub against her, then urge her legs apart. "Keep it up and I'll stop..."

[aesthetic_mojo]

"You will not!" She turned to glare at him, even as she shifted to give him complete access. They'd been confused and closed off only a few minutes before and now she was begging him. Sort of. "You couldn't."

[lapsedsaint]

"I could, too." Not that he did that, at all. He pressed forward, instead, seating himself inside her. "Just... maybe later."

[aesthetic_mojo]

She made a noise that was a curious combination of amused snort and moan of deep pleasure. He could protest all he wanted so long as he didn't stop. Stopping might very well get him killed. She tightened around him, twisting her hips to get him deeper. "Love this."

[lapsedsaint]

He leaned back over her, lips on her back and at her ear. "I know you do. I do, too."

[aesthetic_mojo]

She kept grinding against him, that purr getting deeper and deeper until it was almost a growl. She was going to have him over every couch, on every table and in the back yard if it killed her. If it killed him. "So good. So very good."