Nine

Jon rolled over mashing his face further into his pillow, he stretched out his arm reaching for her but all he could find was legs. He frowned and cracked open his eyes. Lily was sitting up in bed with her knees up to her chest filing her nails. The rather delicious lemon lace bra she was wearing made his eyes focus quicker.
He grinned and stroked up her calf “Hey there” his head was fuzzy and light, but his body was relaxed and sated. As it should be after all good sex should be.

“Hey” she said replied blowing on her nails before scraping the file back along the tips of them.

He actually couldn’t remember doing it, damn stupid cold medicine. But he wasn’t about to admit that to her. He yawned and stretched his arms above his head glancing at the clock radio.

“Holy it’s ten pm?” he asked, where the hell did the time go?

“Yup” was all she replied as she held up her hand into the light to examine it.

“Aw hell. Sorry you must of worn me out” he pulled himself up, tugging the sheet with him.

She still wasn’t looking at him, he checked under the sheet. Yep, Naked. Check.

Lily placed her file on the nightstand and turned to Jon she flicked the top of his head.

“Ow!” he frowned “What was that for?”

“I would have worn you out if I’d had the chance before the Dayquil induced coma kicked in” she huffed and leant back. She couldn’t believe it. They’d just started to make out in the bed, his hands all over her skin at last and bam. He fell limp in her damn arms.

Jon’s eyes went wide and he slapped his hand over his mouth “I didn’t” oh god he so did. Fucking hell. He started to chuckle but stopped when her face didn’t change from the disgusted look. Not even a twitch of a grin from those full lips he wished were all over his body right now.

He reached out and grabbed her knee “Oh come on LJ I’m sorry. Look I’m awake now” he leaned in letting his mouth slide across her shoulder and dip into the hollow by her neck. But she didn’t flinch.

“You had the chance, I was ready to put all snot infested thoughts aside and you blew it, so now Mr Bongiovi...” she turned to face him and tapped him on the nose with her file.

“I’m not in the mood now, you can wait till Christmas” then it came. The smirk he expected from his own lips, was on hers. Well fuck me.

He groaned feeling his cock twitch under the covers “You can’t be serious”
She relished the look on his face, it was too easy to play with him. Far too easy. His blue eyes were wide and his lips parted as his jaw dropped in horror. “Do I look like I’m kidding?” she asked pressing her lips together.

He flopped back into the bed and moaned “I hate you” he grumbled. He chuckled to himself. She’d changed so much since they’d been together. She was hilarious. And he took great pride in knowing she was his, he’d made her that way.

“I could change it till new years if you’re not careful” she said nonchalantly as she slipped her file back in the draw.

Jon’s eyes narrowed “You wouldn’t dare” she challenged him with a raised brow. He scooped back the sheets and swiped a clean towel off the basket on the floor. “You know what? Fine” he stood completely naked in front of her and motioned down his body “You think you can wait till Christmas for this? Let’s see you try. I don’t believe you. I’d like to see you try and resist this” he was tempted to shake his cock at her but just walked towards the bathroom for a hot shower, or maybe it was to be cold.

“Alright” she smiled and knew it would be driving him crazy not to get the same frustrated reaction from her right now.

He growled and slammed the door behind him. She couldn’t help but laugh and fall back onto the pillows. She loved this. The Tom Foolery between them. He may have known how to get to her and make her a pile of mush in his arms. But she knew how to wind him up, oh so easily. She sighed and reached out for his pillow which still smelled like eucalyptus from the rub he’d been using and the faint smell of him. Why couldn’t they live in the same city? It was going to be so hard to go back without him.

Once she heard the shower faucet crank off she stood and found her robe, they hadn’t eaten. Her belly growl thirty minutes ago reminded her of that.

He came out of the shower with a towel cinched at his waist, deliberately slung low.
He raised his eyebrow “Still here?” he tried not to look down her body, the lemon bra had a matching robe had she tanned since he’d last seen her? All those delicious curves looked better. Fuck.

“Still cranky?” she matched him.

He relaxed in the door frame not letting her pass, but motioned to her to come to him. She took a step towards him. He drew his arms around her waist and pressed a kiss to her mouth “Mmm” he groaned as the kiss deepened. His tongue slid under her upper lip finding access to her mouth. She wound her hands around his neck as she arched into him.

All the soap and fresh smelling male was distracting her, and the don’t give in part of her plan was starting to crack. His hand slid around to the back of her neck and the other one past the entrance of her robe finding the heat of her skin inside.

“LJ” she swallowed her name in her mouth as the kiss went from smooth to white hot. Her fingers laced through his hair as she plunged deeper inside of him. She had to pull back now, or she really would give in. But the low grumble of her belly bet her too it.

He laughed into her kiss “Someone’s hungry, not just for food either” he teased.
She let her fingers slide onto his neck as she pulled away an inch “You’re a shit did you know that?” she whispered.

“Ah yes, but your shit no less” he waggled his brows. She buried her head on his shoulder as he held her tight. Hers. That part still rattled her brain. But it felt right.

“Go on, go get some dinner organized unless of course you’re staying here and we’re going to end up in there?” he tried his luck.

She smoothed her hand down his chest “Uh uh. Nope, not till Christmas. Nice try though sport” she grinned as she turned on her heel and made her way down to the kitchen. A small smile played on her lips as she did. She hugged her arms around her body and grinned watching the snow on the evening sky falling hard. What a Christmas it was shaping up to be.

~

Jon pulled on some loose track pants and a gray ribbed collared top before joining her downstairs. Finally his cold was loosening up and he could think like a normal person again. He pulled something out of the draws and jogged down the stairs, she’d cranked the gas fire on and was busy clanging around in the kitchen. “Need a hand?” he called.

“No just make sure I’ve set the fire right and I’ll be right there”

He checked the temperature and then selected some Christmas music, in the soft tones of Nora Jones for the background. She came back in balancing the tray with two mugs of eggnog with cinnamon sprinkled on top and a plate of frosted cookies.

“This looks nutritious” he joked scooching over on the couch for her. She placed the tray down and sat beside him tucking her knees underneath her.

He stopped her when she went to reach for her mug “Wait, I’ve got something for you” he handed her a small black velvet box.

“Jon, it’s not Christmas yet... are you trying to seduce me?” she asked suspiciously taking the box. She wouldn’t put it past him.

He laughed “No, and it’s not your present more of a gesture” he winked as he snagged one of the mugs and leaned back.

She flipped open the case and grinned, the glint of a silver key caught in the fire. “Is this to your chastity belt?” she asked.

He choked on the creamy foam and snorted “Oh god, no... LJ....Jesus” he laughed placing the cup back down. “It’s to my apartment. I want to give you a key to use at anytime. You know just in case”.

She closed the box and placed it back on the table. She knew what it implied; he would never rush her to make that decision to permanently move her, and who knows one day she might. But this was a beautiful gesture. She took his hand and brought it to her lips. “I’ll keep it close, always... Just in case”.