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OK, guys, I like the trend of posting individual fics here. This one I've only shared with a couple of people. It's not a full-blow fic really. It's an interlude. Pure smut. And it's possible that it will show up one day in a real chapter of Butterflies.
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Taken
by Sisterdebmac
Author's Note:
A scenario popped into my head on New Years Day and got stuck there. This is the result. Nothing to do with the holiday. Just a lil sump'm sump'm to give us a fun start to '08. This is Butterflies Joan and Adam a couple of months into their marriage.
Synopsis:
The next day after missing their normal Wednesday evening activities, Adam comes home from work in need of a little lovin'.
Rating:
R for pure smut. Mature Audiences only!!!
Genre:
Total angst-free fluff.
Disclaimer:
They're not mine... blah blah blah. Barbara Hall... blah blah blah. CBS... blah blah blah. With apologies once again to all of the above and to the actors for turning the God show into porn.
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Most days he came home tired. Most days, she did too. Since they almost inevitably stayed up too late and they always had to get up too early, by Wednesday night, he often needed a nap after work. She'd let him crash out on the sofa while she made something simple for dinner. And after the nap, most Wednesdays, they'd get frisky.
It was a wonderful arrangement. Sadly, this week it had been scrubbed because they went to dinner with Grace and Karen for Karen's birthday. They'd gotten home so late and they were so tired that they just crashed and Adam was snoring within two minutes.
Eighteen hours later, he came home in search of his enchanting wife with only one thought.
He found her in the kitchen, unloading a bag of groceries into the cabinets and fridge.
"Hi sweetie," she smiled at him as he approached.
He turned her and pinned her to the counter, kissing her passionately.
"Mmmm," she moaned as he pulled her close and she felt his excitement. Her arms went around him and her hand slipped into his hair. When he finally broke for a breath, she asked, "God baby, what's gotten into you?"
He didn't answer. Not with words anyway. He kissed her again, his tongue dancing with hers as his hand found it's way under shirt. She was melting into a puddle under his loving touch. Her hands slid down to his waist and she pulled him tight against her.
He broke their kiss and leaned back to look at her, his eyes heavy-lidded, his face flushed with desire. "I missed you so much last night, Jane. All I could think about all day was you. I could barely get any work done."
"I missed you too." She drew him back to her again and that was all the encouragement he needed. She was his now. He reached down to her legs and lifted her onto his hips, turned her and took her to the table. He knew he wouldn't make it much further than that.
His heart was racing as he removed the little henley tee she had changed into for the evening. Her beautiful perky nipples grabbed his attention and he bent to kiss them and suckle them briefly before he practically ripped off her shorts and panties too.
He unbuttoned his own shirt and took it off while she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his slacks. She let them fall away and then cupped him still inside his boxers. His breath hitched and he bit his bottom lip, looking quickly heavenward before his eyes settled on her and he dove into that voluptuously pouty mouth of hers again.
By the time she pulled his boxers down and he took them the rest of the way off, she was soaking the table top, waiting for him. He didn't make her wait long. He took one step forward, she leaned back just enough and he found her. Instantly, they fell into an intense but unrushed rhythm. There was something different about it, something so heated, primal. Desire caught by the tail!
He kept kissing her, and smiling at her, stroking her face, squeezing her breasts, pulling her ass and hips ever tighter. It was like he was starved for her. And yet, and yet, there was no rushing, no halfway. She couldn't believe how good it felt to be so needed, to be so wanted. To be taken.
It was almost too intense. At least twice, they both slowed themselves to keep it going just a bit longer, but that was not an easy thing to do. They were so close to the edge after only a few minutes that neither of them could hold back any longer.
"God Adam!" she gasped when her orgasm was on her, and when she clenched he went right along with her.
"Jane!" They crashed into each other just a few more times as they rode it out.
When it was done, he stood there holding her, her arms and legs still wrapped around him too. They listened to each other's hearts as their breath finally began to slow.
"Let's, uh, can we..." he whispered.
"What?"
"Come on," he smiled, pulling her off the table.
"Adam, my legs are too wobbly right now."
"Mine too," he said and led her by the hand only as far as the sofa. They lay down there together and just relaxed since it was all they had the strength for at the moment.
Still, he couldn't stop looking at her, just drinking her in.
"What is with you?" she asked, but not in any way displeased with his attention.
He shrugged one shoulder. "I don't know. I just had this moment today where I really felt how much I love my wife. And I just couldn't wait to get home to her. Is that so hard to believe?"
He watched her blush and he just had to kiss her. Very gently.
"Are you sure that's not just your flowery way of saying you were horny?"
He laughed like he'd heard a bad joke and scrunched his face up at her. "Ah, Jane! That's cruel. I'm pouring my heart out to you here and you're making fun of me?" He leaned away from her, pretending to be far more offended than he actually was.
She rolled over onto him and kissed him. "I'm sorry, honey. I know you're a hopeless romantic and I love that about you. I really do."
"Thank you." He returned her kiss. And their legs somehow became entwined again.
"But it's OK if sometimes you've just gotta take me."
He looked at her seriously. "Really?"
"Sweetie, in case you didn't notice, that was hot."
"Oh, I noticed."
"I mean, you know, make sure I'm receptive before you try something like that, but yeah... Wow."
And their tongues somehow became entwined again.
"I'm not really in the mood for dinner right now, are you?" she asked brightly when he pulled away.
"Nope," he grinned back at her. "How 'bout a nice hot bubble bath?"
She nodded. "Sounds great. And then...?"
"You can take me."
Deb,
Your Fairy Chrismother. Keeper of Keith's leather wristband. Keeper of Pocket Anomalies. WWAJD?
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Super cute! Best couple everrrr!!!!!!
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Wow. This is. wow. haha. very well written.. dont know what else really to say?
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Hee. Thanks guys.
Deb,
Your Fairy Chrismother. Keeper of Keith's leather wristband. Keeper of Pocket Anomalies. WWAJD?
REPORT BROKEN LINKS info@chris-marquette.com http://www.facebook.com/home.php?ref=ho … ef=profile
Wanna talk to President Obama? http://www.whitehouse.gov/CONTACT/ Close Gitmo/Open Cuba.
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Sweet and hot, too. Very nice.
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Awwwww. Thanks. :embarrassed:
Deb,
Your Fairy Chrismother. Keeper of Keith's leather wristband. Keeper of Pocket Anomalies. WWAJD?
REPORT BROKEN LINKS info@chris-marquette.com http://www.facebook.com/home.php?ref=ho … ef=profile
Wanna talk to President Obama? http://www.whitehouse.gov/CONTACT/ Close Gitmo/Open Cuba.
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No thank-you Deb. Once again you wrote an amazing Joan/Adam fic!!
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Say, Deb, didn't you write a story that Laura published on her LiveJournal? Something where Adam and Joan were getting it on in the car? Or is my mind mixing things up? Is that posted online somewhere so that I can link it on the website?
-TeeJay
"Sometimes I think the human species is programmed to look at the bright side of every disaster."
-- David Sandström, ReGenesis
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Yeah, I put that on my LJ. Carol linked to it on the smut fics page a while ago, but here's the link again http://community.livejournal.com/fic_crazed/65618.html
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Awwwww, thanks for wanting to link my smut.
Wrote quite a hot little scenario for the honeymoon fic last night. That one's coming along very nicely, no pun intended. Shouldn't be much longer before we're ready to release it.
Deb,
Your Fairy Chrismother. Keeper of Keith's leather wristband. Keeper of Pocket Anomalies. WWAJD?
REPORT BROKEN LINKS info@chris-marquette.com http://www.facebook.com/home.php?ref=ho … ef=profile
Wanna talk to President Obama? http://www.whitehouse.gov/CONTACT/ Close Gitmo/Open Cuba.
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Thanks, that's the one I was looking for.
-TeeJay
"Sometimes I think the human species is programmed to look at the bright side of every disaster."
-- David Sandström, ReGenesis
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Awwwww, thanks for wanting to link my smut.
Wrote quite a hot little scenario for the honeymoon fic last night. That one's coming along very nicely, no pun intended. Shouldn't be much longer before we're ready to release it.
Can't wait to read it!!! ; )
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Are you caught up yet, Mel?
Deb,
Your Fairy Chrismother. Keeper of Keith's leather wristband. Keeper of Pocket Anomalies. WWAJD?
REPORT BROKEN LINKS info@chris-marquette.com http://www.facebook.com/home.php?ref=ho … ef=profile
Wanna talk to President Obama? http://www.whitehouse.gov/CONTACT/ Close Gitmo/Open Cuba.
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Almost. School is in the way though. I can't wait till the summer! : )
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I hear ya. We'd write a lot more, faster is work wasn't in the way.
Deb,
Your Fairy Chrismother. Keeper of Keith's leather wristband. Keeper of Pocket Anomalies. WWAJD?
REPORT BROKEN LINKS info@chris-marquette.com http://www.facebook.com/home.php?ref=ho … ef=profile
Wanna talk to President Obama? http://www.whitehouse.gov/CONTACT/ Close Gitmo/Open Cuba.
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Yummy! Deb, I swear the way you write Adam, it's as if I can hear him, in his soft silky voice. You rock!Thank You!!!
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That's so sweet. Thanks.
Deb,
Your Fairy Chrismother. Keeper of Keith's leather wristband. Keeper of Pocket Anomalies. WWAJD?
REPORT BROKEN LINKS info@chris-marquette.com http://www.facebook.com/home.php?ref=ho … ef=profile
Wanna talk to President Obama? http://www.whitehouse.gov/CONTACT/ Close Gitmo/Open Cuba.
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