"So they're willing to accept my offer on the house?" John asked the realtor on the other end of the telephone line.
"They are. They felt that is was very generous," the realtor replied. "They were planning to retire to Florida in a few years, but this offer of yours is too good to pass up. You do realize that you're offering them twice the amount of the homes actual worth?"
"It wasn't for sell. I really wanted it, so I had to make it worth their trouble," John said. "Plus, I believe most of it's been recently updated, which means I won't have to fix much. How soon could we move in?"
"They said they need a month to pack, and make arrangements, then we can hand the property over. I will say, the offer in cash was a huge motivator."
"That's great," John said with a smile. "I'll be in touch to discuss the cash transfer."
Marlena entered the bedroom, just as John was hanging up the telephone, "Hey, Sailor."
He smiled at her as she approached where he sat on the bed, and he immediately reached for her, resting his palms on her hips, and staring up at her, "I bought you a surprise."
"A surprise?"
"Yup."
Marlena loved him so much. She played her fingers softly through his hair, and whispered, "What kind of surprise?"
"I bought you a house," he told her. "A beautiful house in the River District. The only house with a turret."
"John! You didn't!" Marlena exclaimed. "How? It's not for sale."
"Anything is for sale, with the right motivation," he said, rubbing his face against her abdomen, as he wrapped his arms snuggly around her waist.
Marlena was quiet, knowing that he had very likely paid an exorbitant amount for it. "John...you love me so well," she whispered. "I think, I almost forgot what it felt like to be loved by you."
"Doc...I will never let you forget what it feels like to be loved by me," he told her, staring up at her with eyes shining with emotion. His palms cupped the backs of her thighs, and he growled with growing sexual tension, "I will remind you every chance I get."
"Do you promise?" she asked. The doorbell rang, and Marlena sighed in frustration, "I was hoping for some alone time while the children napped."
John laughed loudly, "I wouldn't have said no, but now we have company."
"Maybe a couple kisses on my mouth first," she whispered, against his lips.
"Oh, I can always spare some kisses for you, pretty lady," John said. He flipped her body onto the bed beside him, as Marlena let out a short screech. John's lips took hers and Marlena moaned softly into him.
Her fingers threaded into his hair, as his tongue swept along hers. The doorbell rang again, followed by a loud, banging, knock. John sighed, pulling away from her, "As much as I want to strip you naked, and have my way with you...someone's at the door."
The doorbell rang again, followed by another round of knocking. Marlena got to her feet, "Let's go, before they wake Brady and Belle."
Downstairs, John opened the door to see Roman standing there. Roman looked furious, "I need to speak with Doc."
Marlena was just coming off the last step, and she came to stand near John, "Roman."
"I need to speak to you...alone," he said through gritted teeth.
Marlena looked up at John, and said softly, "I'll speak with him in the hallway."
"You're not even going to let me in?" Roman asked accusingly.
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After Maison Blanche
FanfictionA Maison Blanche canon divergence. After being emotionally, and physically tortured at the hands of Stefano DiMera, John and Marlena finally get free. Do they continue to live the lives people expect of them, or do they finally take what they want i...
