Author's note: PLEASE READ THIS BEFORE YOU READ THE STORY IT BETTER EXPLAINS THE SERIES OF ONESHOTS THAT WILL BE COLLECTED HERE! THANKS :D

This is a huge undertaking for myself, 100 chapters kind of freaks me out, but excites me at the same time. So I hope you guys will enjoy this. To better explain the premise is that every chapter will be a new oneshot using a prompt(which will be the theme of the story, see I'm so unoriginal with titles lol) I was given from my friends. No story will go past one chapter, but if I get a lot of requests to expand on a certain oneshot(all chapters will have the prompt as the name of the chapter) I will write a companion piece to go along with it on the side, only per request don't want to drive you guys nuts with my writing.

Ratings, warnings, spoiler info, where in the seasons the story takes place, and the relationship status of Careese(i.e. pre, estasblished, or post) will be posted at the top of every prompt including this one(but don't worry you won't have to listen to me ramble on and on in anymore top author's notes I promise)

I started the Careese Themes with a light-hearted story but I can guarantee that I'll be having some angsty, smutty, and even tearjerkers stories along the way. I don't own anything of the show like normal just my imagination that I feel the need to share with you guys(against your will). So with all that being said I'll shut up now and allow you to read on:

Prompt: Freckles

Rating:T (for slight sexual situations)

Warnings: fluff that could possibly melt your heart(seriously it's super fluffy, be ready)

Spoilers: none

Setting: sometime season2

Relationship status: Established

Her heart felt full. Joss laid in John's large king sized bed with the morning sun glowing through his gigantic windows, warming her bare back while kissing his pale skin. John laid facing her on his side, while she had rolled over from her position of snuggly and possessively pulled to him. She loved that even in his sleep he was possessive. She had rolled over nearly an hour ago, listening to his small moan of protest, but not another peep made it out of him. He was so tired. It had been a long day of saving a number, followed by a longer night of making love. She loved that he couldn't seem to keep his hands to himself, they were still indulging in the 'honeymoon' stage of their relationship, even though they've been together for well over six months now.

Her eyes roamed over sleeping beauty who hadn't awakened yet, his beautiful eyes remained closed those ridiculously long eyelashes remained splayed across his ivory cheeks. Instead of lying on his pillow, she propped herself up a bit by pillowing her head on her right arm. Her fingers on her left hand itched to touch him. But she refused herself. Instead she silently watched him, taking all of John Reese in. The casual way his flat stomach rose and fell in rhythm was almost hypnotic, his lips slightly parted as he breathed through his mouth was tantalizing as it was mesmerizing. These were the rare moments where his guard wasn't raised, these were the moments where she got to appreciate all that he was, and take her fill of him to her heart's content.

She held her breath when he murmured something, before rolling onto his back. Joss, scooted closer to his body, and laid a hand on his warm skin. Since being together they had explored one another's bodies from top to bottom. She traced and licked every scar (just as he had hers) that she found on his body, wondering how he survived some of the wounds he sustained, while marveling at the minor ones that he must of gotten when he was kid. She found a delectable one, a small scar from chicken pox on his side, and he had squirmed when she teased her fingertips across it learning he was ticklish. John Reese, ticklish, made her warm and fuzzy inside. She felt self-assured, she had kissed and thoroughly loved every scar he had, now she was on her next mission; count all his freckles.

Joss smiled lazily at him. She shifted her gaze down finding one immediately on his shoulder, so she nuzzled in and kissed it softly.

"One," she murmured more to herself than John who was still asleep. She found another mentally counting 'two' before pressing her soft lips against it. She continued her extensive exploration of his chest in hot pursuit of quenching her thirst for the answer to the mystery that was now nagging at her. Joss noted that John was slowly awakening, he muttered something that sounded like "not now" but she couldn't be sure. She pulled the comforter and sheet down so they barely covered him.

"Fifteen," she spoke louder this time not bothering to try to not wake him. She swirled her tongue around the small freckle she found on his hip. Joss looked up, seeing his eyes open and those baby blues looking down at her. "Morning sleepyhead." She greeted as he yawned, clearly not wide awake, and so damned cute she couldn't resist abandoning her freckle hunt to kiss the man she loved. She crawled back up, catching his mouth in a quick and loving kiss.

"Morning, Joss." she slithered out of his hold before diving under the covers.

"What are you doing?" he asked softly as he lifted the covers to stare down at her.

"I'm hunting down your freckles." She found another on his upper thigh, giving it a loving kiss, before looking back up at him. "Sixteen."

"Come here," he reached down but she warded him off.

"No, I'm not done." She licked his inner knee.

"I don't have one on my knee, Joss."

"I know I just wanted to kiss you there." He laughed softly. She loved getting him to laugh, it was such a rarity she always felt like she just achieved an impossible feat or something. Joss sighed as his hand grasped her arm tightly as he urged her up and she laid on top of him. John's lips trailed across her neck, while she put her hands on either side of his head to lean back a little. He had his arms wrapped around her bare ass. "Let go, John, you know how I hate having an unsolved mystery!" she felt a rumble of laughter against her body.

"It annoys you," he murmured against her skin.

"Yes, so let me go, I have a quest to finish." She wiggled but with no success. The man's arms were like bands of steel around her. His tongue darted out trailing across her skin so smooth, so soft, and so warm. Sex later, freckle counting now! She squirmed, wiggled, struggled, shimmied, and then huffed when nothing would get those arms to relinquish their hold on her. "You're a big-big jerk, you know that, John." Okay, so she was reduced to name-calling which was juvenile at best, but he was so much stronger than her she couldn't go anywhere until he deemed to let her. It wasn't fair.

"Why?"

"You know this is torturing me not having the answer to a question that I have." If she wasn't in such an awkward yet perfect position she would have crossed her arms across her chest in indignation.

"Uh-huh," he snickered as he leaned back on the pillow. "I bet it's really annoying you to know you were so close to learning the answer, but now can't." She moved a little, testing, trying to see if he relaxed his hold, he hadn't.

"I'm a detective, John it's my job to seek answers." He let out a loud laugh. Joss refused to allow that sexy sound get to her. Nope, she was now miffed, he was still holding her in an iron tight clasp. She let out a squeal when he rolled them over. He trailed a finger across her sternum. She trembled, hating that her body was responding to his, she was trying to hold onto her irritation at him. Her mind was going to explode if she didn't find out how many freckles he had on his body.

"One," he responded softly, seductively, before dipping his head down and kissing her shoulder softly. He moved his finger to just above the swell of her breast. "Two," he murmured swirling his tongue across her skin there, before his tongue moved lower. She moaned when she felt that velvety tongue swipe lovingly across her nipple. "Three." He said quietly before lifting his head to stare into her eyes.

"John, I don't have any freckles there." Oh dear lord, she sounded like she was running a marathon. She was so out of breath and it was this man that did this to her; him and only him.

"I know, I wasn't counting freckles." The wide smile was so brilliant, so beautiful; it nearly took what was left of her breath away. She was always in awe of his smile, it transformed him, making him look boyish.

"Well then, what were you counting?"

"How long it would take you to realize I let you go." She blinked, realizing he had let her go. His arms were beside her head, she could roll him over at any time her heart desired. "You know for a detective, you're not very good at observing if you let me distract you." Her eyes widened and the big oaf had the audacity to laugh at her. She grabbed him, then using her hips rolled him over until he landed flat on his back. She pinned his hands to the mattress with hers. The twinkling of mischief in his eyes didn't go unnoticed by her. She perched herself on top of him knowing he could easily flip them over, but she knew he wouldn't.

She was going to wipe that smug smirk off his handsome face. Joss leaned down catching his mouth in a hot and searing kiss. He sighed as his mouth opened wide beneath hers, she took the open invitation and slid her tongue deep into his mouth licking at his. Once she was sure she was going to pass out from lack of oxygen was when she let them both up for air, his raspy breathing was so sexy. She nuzzled her nose against the column of his neck finding his racing pulse, before fitting her lips there and sucked. John's moan was music to her ears. She lifted away.

"I'll show you who's not good at observing, you seem to forget I learned all your spots, and I'll even count all your freckles while I drive you crazy." She assured him, still holding his hands to the mattress.

"I would love to see you try, detective." She heard the challenge, she grinned happily.

"What do I get when I win?" she demanded as she nipped his chin.

"Anything you want." He moaned softly as she suckled at the same spot as she had earlier. This was going to be so easy, and she was going to get John to go with her to her girlfriend's wedding. She wouldn't even have to bribe him either.

"Anything?! Okay I'll take that bet." She agreed. She had a lot riding on this, her reputation as a detective, a wager of getting anything she wanted from John, learning the answer to her new unsolved mystery, and her feminine pride. All she had to do was rock John's world while keeping count of his freckles, piece of cake.

Nearly an hour later, she won the bet.

Author's note: 1 down only 99 more to go ;P

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOX to Elaine for reading/proofing these for me I feel bad for you, you are going to be getting 100 chapters to read over for me lol.

Anyways thanks for reading everyone, I look forward to hearing your thoughts...let me know if you hate this idea of having 100 mini stories!