A/N: Thanks to Maddsgirl75 for beta-ing.

~Saturday~

The early morning sounds of the city pulled Joss from her slumber. The sky was still dark and filled with the noise of cabs carrying late night partiers and those citizens that didn't work the traditional nine to five. Her eyes opened and she stretched slightly feeling a warm body next to hers. Joss did a double take as she gained her senses and smiled at John.

"Good morning." He whispered placing a kiss on her forehead. "Did I wake you?" He asked.

She shook her head side to side as a smile graced her lips. Her brow furrowed some as she tried to remember when John had arrived in her bed. The previous night saw her alone and needy in her bed and now the source of her frustration and the subsequent relief was lying naked beside her.

"You don't remember me coming in?" He asked as if reading her mind.

"Nope, I was so tired last night." It wasn't a complete lie; her methods of stress relief had freed her of a large percentage of said stress allowing Joss to slip into a quiet slumber. John looked at her, appearing to roll the thought around in his mind before replying.

"Understandable, the last few weeks have been trying."

"That's one way to describe it," she mumbled.

"But I'm sure you have some effective ways to relieve tension." His eyes flashed with mirth.

He watched as her brow furrowed and then realization finally dawned on her. Her brown eyes widened as her hands shot up to cover her face. John became alarmed that his light teasing had not gone over well. He reached out and moved her hands and saw the large smile on her face.

"Well this is embarrassing," she said, diverting her eyes from his gaze.

"I don't think so," he said casually.

"Well of course you wouldn't. You were the lucky recipient of a front row seat to the Joss Carter show." Their mutual attraction was no secret but she still valued her privacy. Sexual fantasies were normal but Joss didn't like to advertise that side of her personality.

He smiled running his hand through her slightly tangled hair.

"You have nothing to be embarrassed about." Joss narrowed her eyes but remained silent. "Frankly, I'm glad you were thinking of me and not someone else," he said, still holding her gaze.

His dark lashes caressed her cheek as he leaned in, whispering in her ear. "You aren't the only one who's been…frustrated." His teeth lightly grazed her earlobe.

John smiled when he heard her inhale a sharp breath and could feel her pulse gaining speed. He leaned in capturing her lips. Angling her head, he deepened the kiss as he explored her mouth with his tongue. John felt her hand brush his need as she brought them up and then rested them on his torso. She pulled him closer to her as she lay back on the numerous pillows adorning the head of her bed. He broke the kiss momentarily aligning his body with hers and resting his weight on his elbows. He ran his hand over her shoulder and then moving down to the valley between her breasts, and over her flat stomach, following the path she'd set the night before.

" You know Joss," he said as his fingers traced the area just above her feminine curls. " I always loved a woman who wasn't afraid to take matters into her own hands." He palmed her entrance and a moan escaped her lips as the heel of his hand brushed her clitoris.

Joss swore her eyes were rolling into the back of her head as his slim digit entered her. Never breaking eye contact John inserted a second finger and began to move. In his peripheral John could see her breasts bob up and down, the dark peaks begging for his attention. He willingly obliged by latching on to one of her peaks. She moaned, arching her back into his mouth as he nipped and sucked while simultaneously increasing his pace in and out of her walls. Placing his hand flush against her entrance he again brushed her bundle of nerves. The sensation sent her over the edge as she rode his hand to completion.

Minutes later, Joss sat astride his lap with her back to him, giving an amorous look over her shoulder before sliding down onto his erect penis, surrounding him with her slick heat. The muscles in her back flexed as she leaned forward bracing herself on his knees. John instinctively gripped her hips resting his thumbs in the dimples of her tailbone. Thrusting upwards he filled her, touching the boundaries of her womb. John can feel her inner walls pulsing as his pace quickens. A low growl started in his chest and passed through his lips when she began to grind. His bruising grip spurred her on as she moved back and forth. His strong arms moved around her waist lowering her torso until the cool skin of her back met his bare chest. Joss balanced her weight on her elbows and she bent her knees allowing him better access as John continued to fill her. The new position allowed him access to the treasure between her thighs. Reaching between her legs rubbing her bundles of nerves until her body writhed around his cock. The pleasurable cries summoned John's orgasm and he roared his release.

Joss could feel his ragged breath in her ears his heartbeat boomed in time with her own. John managed to roll the pair on their sides, lightly stroking Joss's heated skin. The rhythm of his touch lulled her into a peaceful sleep.

~Sunday~

Joss stretched her arms wide as she slowly opened her eyes. She couldn't remember the last time she felt so relaxed. The visions of John from the previous night seemed so vivid that she blushed; thinking about the way she acted. Truth be told she needed the release desperately. Smiling she looked over to see John still sleeping. His face was so serene that it was hard for her to imagine the dangerous man that lived below the surface. Dark eyelashes fanned across his sharp cheekbones contrasting with his olive complexion. The man was a sight to behold. Joss took the moment to admire his physique as he slept. His presence always made her feel at ease and she wanted to bask in it whenever possible. The previous night's activities left her body feeling limber and eased some of the sexual tension but that would easily pick up when John awoke. After taking a quick shower she donned his signature white dress shirt. She slid her arms into the sleeves pulling the collar to her nose and inhaled. His scent enveloped her senses and she smiled as wanton images flashed in her mind. Shaking her head she buttoned the top few buttons leaving the rest undone. She headed over to her dresser grabbed a pair of blue boy shorts and slipped them on. Glancing back at John one last time she padded to the kitchen to fix some breakfast.

The sun streamed in through the curtains creating striped patterns on John's body. Normally he was an early riser but after Joss fell asleep he'd stayed up watching her. He was still amazed that they'd ended up in the situation they were in. John had not experienced a connection like this in so long. Joss Carter had occupied his dreams for months before he'd decided to move beyond the constant flirting and begin courting her. If there was any doubt in his mind that she wanted him, it was erased after the previous night. He slipped on his boxer briefs and headed towards the kitchen. As he made his way to the kitchen the smell of various breakfast foods wafted in through the open door. The smell of bacon, waffles and eggs caused his stomach to growl. He smiled and decided on taking a quick shower before making his way to the kitchen.

Bobbing her head to the tune she softly hummed, Joss got to work setting the table for a late breakfast. Joss didn't cook often but she could make a mean breakfast. After setting the final plate on the table Joss smiled wondering what John would say when he saw the feast she'd prepared. Joss couldn't recall seeing him eat but no man in his right mind could resist a homemade breakfast. With no sign of John she rounded the corner heading back to her bedroom to retrieve him.

"There you are," she said, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. He was dressed in his black boxer briefs that hugged his toned behind. She bit her lip involuntarily as she feasted her eyes on his broad shoulders and lean torso. John had a hungry look in his eye and Joss had a sneaky feeling he was not in the mood for bacon and eggs.

"I didn't know what you would like so I made a little of everything." She said, grabbing his hand to lead him back to the kitchen. But she didn't get far before John pressed her back further into the wall lowering his head so his mouth was pressed into the hollow of her neck. She smelled sweet and welcoming and he couldn't get enough of the way her essence mixed with his own creating something new. His left hand traveled over her breast as he continued to breathe her in. The feather light touch was causing her peaks to stiffen through his dress shirt. Within seconds he removed the garment exposing her breasts to the cool breeze of the apartment. His fingers continued to travel upward working their way past her shoulder to where they were tangling in the hair at the nape of her neck.

She let out a sigh as her body became pliant under his touch. She could feel him smile as he took control over her body touching and caressing with the same confidence and skill that he used when wielding large assault rifles.

He gently tilted her head allowing him better access to the delicate skin of her neck. His steady breath caused goose bumps, which he gently kissed away following the path from her collarbone to her shoulder. His teeth grazed over the skin before she felt a sting from his bite. Joss shivered only adding to the current flowing between her thighs. She could hear his light chuckle at her response. As quickly as she felt the sting it was immediately soothed by the cool, rough texture of his tongue. Biting was not something she would normally find arousing but with John her expectations and assumptions were turned on their head.

He worked his way back to her neck again before switching his grip as he turned to lavish the other side of her body. Joss's hands followed their own path over John's torso. He was calm and definitely in control of their movements but as Joss placed her small hand flush over his chest she could feel his accelerated heart beat. Following the lines of his abdominals she worked her way down, dipping her fingers briefly inside the waistband of his boxer briefs before migrating towards his back and down to give his butt an encouraging squeeze. Her fingers slid back around and fanned over his ribs causing his kisses to falter a bit.

"That tickles." He whispered before continuing his ritual.

She worked her way to his back tracing the various scars that covered him. They varied in both texture and size. Joss memorized the feeling against her fingertips. They were the key, to the enigma that was John's life; each representing a time, place, and decision that shaped the man before her. Her fingers dug into his back as he bit her exposed flesh for a second time causing her to hiss in both pleasure and pain. Once again he soothed her freshly marked skin with his tongue, eliciting a low moan from her lips.

Looking down into her dark brown eyes his intense gaze grew darker as it traveled the length of her body. A red hue began to color her chest and the apples of her cheeks. John found it sweet and incredibly sexy when she blushed. The color complimented her now heated skin. A simple vine pattern running parallel with the elastic of her underwear caught his eye as John leered at her. He traced the pattern with his fingers following the path to her lower back.

She watched him with fascination. He was mapping out her body just as she'd done to him only moments before. Memorizing every curve, dip and detail of her skin. If it were any other man she would feel self-conscious as if they were taking inventory of her every flaw but John was different. Their gaze met once again and his eyebrow raised with the smirk she'd come to love gracing his face.

"A tattoo, Joss?" She gave him a shrug of her shoulders because she was incapable of speaking at the moment. His hands were still tracing the pattern on her hips. How she wished he would just lower his touch and give her what she so desperately needed but his hands remained on her hips; ever the tease.

"Hmmm, I should have seen it last night but I was a bit...distracted." He said as he hooked his thumbs into her waistband easing down the now soaked material. She stepped out of them, the cool air catching her nether regions and sending a shiver through her body.

His hands caressed her face running his thumb over her full bottom lip. The tip of her tongue darted out to trace his finger before she closed her mouth around it and nipping at his fingertip. In this moment everything about her was pure sex. He gave her a quick kiss before his hands roamed lower. They passed over the buttons of the shirt she wore and moved lower parting the halves of the material. Joss reached for the buttons desperate to feel his mouth on her breasts, sucking and biting her peaks. His fingers danced over each vertebra pulling her away from the wall as he lowered himself before her. John moved across her tailbone gripping her bountiful backside. John was now kneeling before Joss nuzzling her stomach and placing light kisses there.

Her sigh quickly turned into a moan as she felt his breath on her dripping mound. Placing his hands between her thighs he gave them a gentle push. She complied in opening them and then he settled between. Her fingers flexed trying to gain traction on the wall. There would be scratch marks when they were done but it wasn't anything a little paint couldn't fix.

John lifted her right leg placing it over his shoulder. His back straightened some causing her to lift up on the tiptoes of her other leg as she moved up the wall. Her lower body was angled slightly away from the wall as John held her hips in a reverse grip. She momentarily wondered how this was comfortable for him but all coherent thoughts left her mind as she felt his tongue glide along her entrance. Taking his time he started moving in and out of her sex at a slow pace, her pleasure mounting with increasingly with his steady momentum. The pace quickened and he engulfed her center as she rolled her hips forward, filling him with nourishment that only she could provide. His wicked tongue drew out her orgasm filling the hallway with her animalistic cries of pleasure.

When the hormone filled hazed lifted he was once again on his feet standing face to face with her. His lips glistened with remnants of her essence and in no time Joss crushed his lips with a passionate and urgent kiss. A deep moan emanated from her throat, as she tasted herself on his tongue. It was a new experience for her and it sent her libido into overdrive. They continued the needy and passionate kiss as his hands slid down and lifted her up and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his torso securing him between her muscular thighs. They parted momentarily, each taking a much-needed breath and then John moved them to the bedroom. Their passion was only restrained for a few seconds but it felt more like an eternity. Once inside her bedroom John closed the door and in the next second he had her pinned against it. There was no time to think as he shifted her body only to slide into her heat and grazed the boundaries of her womb. Over and over he filled her body to the hilt.

Joss felt his labored breath in her ear matching the rhythm of his powerful thrusts. She was in sensory overload with John completely surrounding her in a sensual atmosphere. Once again the pace became frantic as the two lovers reached their climax simultaneously.

John rested his forehead against the bedroom door as he fought to catch his breath. Placing a kiss on Joss's temple he lowered her legs but still kept her pressed between his body and the door.

She gave a gentle push on his chest causing John to step back. The sunlight reflected off the light sheen of sweat that covered his torso.

"Now, you were saying something about breakfast." He said, giving Joss his signature smirk.

I know there is no indication that Joss has a tattoo but Taraji P. Henson has one and I couldn't resist including it in this chapter. Thanks for reading and don't be afraid to leave a review : D