After Maison Blanche

Chapter 16

By the end of the following month Marlena and John had the penthouse, and the loft packed. Marlena was excited. The house needed minimal work. It was built in 1910, and was a Queen Anne style Victorian home with a large backyard, and shade trees. Marlena wasn't ready to return to work just yet, and she needed a distraction, something to pour her heart, and soul into. She decided that her home, and her family were going to be what she focused on. She wanted more than anything to repair her relationship with Sami, and bring Eric home from Colorado. Eric had never gotten over losing John, and he'd never fully accepted Roman, but she wanted him home with her. The twins were almost seventeen, but they would always be her babies.

Marlena took a leave of absence from work to try, and focus on her family, and help John, who continued to have horrific nightmares. He woke almost every night in a cold sweat, sometimes mumbling incoherently, sometimes screaming her name. He had gained back some of the weight he had lost while at Maison Blanche, but the physical, and emotional scars would be permanent. His body was dotted with marks which had been made with knives and cigars. Every time she saw his back she was reminded the what he was put through.

Deciding to make a go of their life together, had Marlena happier then she had been in years. She wasn't going to be ashamed, or try to hide from her feelings any more. The moralistic attitude that Roman used to judge her, no longer caused her to feel guilty. She couldn't change his perspective. She couldn't change anyone's perspective. Shawn and Caroline accepted her and John without question, and without much discussion.

She had to focus on repairing her broken relationships with the twins. She continued to try and reach out to Sami daily, but her daughter had failed to call her back. Marlena was determined, so she would simply keep trying.

Marlena sighed as she labeled the last box in the kitchen, and then poured herself some iced tea. Leaning back against the counter, she realized how tired she felt. She'd been tired for a few days. John found her there, lost in thought as she stared blankly at the microwave, and he was struck by her beauty. He stepped closer, whispering, "Hey, Doc."

Smiling up at him, Marlena whispered back, "Hey, Sailor."

John shivered. He wasn't sure where the nickname came from, but it caused a visceral reaction in him. He stepped closer, "You okay?"

She ran her palm up his t-shirt covered chest, "I am. I was just thinking...I might be pregnant."

John's breath caught, and his heart rate picked up, "Really?"

"I had my period when we were at Maison Blanche. I would have been ovulating around the time we...got out of there, and then we were making love without protection."

John kissed Marlena's forehead, remembering all of the ways he had made love to her body in New Orleans. He gently placed his hand on her still-flat abdomen, "It would make me happy. To be with you, while my child grows within your body."

"When we were at the townhouse in New Orleans...I knew this was a possibility. We both did," she told him. "And even though I know it's the worst timing, I hope, I am pregnant. I want another baby with you."

John leaned forward, cupping her face in his large palms, and he whispered against her lips, "I want a few babies with you."

"John, I'm forty-three! A few babies might be a bit much."

"So, we got a late start," he murmured against her lips, with a short shrug.

Marlena sighed softly when John kissed her. His scent surrounded her, and she felt his t-shirt clenched in his hands. She moaned softly, "John..."

His lips played over hers. Softly at first, and then his tongue swept over hers. He could taste the lemon from the iced tea, and a flavor that was distinctly Marlena. They switched so quickly from soft kisses, to heat. John stared down at her, arousal causing his pupils to dilate, "How long do we have before everyone arrives to help us move?"

Marlena glanced at the clock, and said softly, "About twenty five minutes."

John began pushing her joggers, over her hips, "Twenty five minutes is all I need."

Marlena kicked her pants to the side, and screeched when John lifted her to the countertop, spreading her legs wide, "John! We don't have time for this—"

But it was too late, his mouth was on her skin, licking along her inner thigh, while he groaned, "We have time..." Marlena's head rolled, and she leaned back, resting on her arms. The movement caused her breasts to jut out, and John rasped out, "Take the shirt off, baby."

Pulling the shirt over her head, he stared up the length of her body, and then softly licked over her slit, his tongue giving her clit a hard flick at the end. Marlena was spread out for him on the kitchen counter like a feast. A feast in a white cotton bra with a small pink bow at the center. He felt his cock surge, and he groaned low. He started sucking at the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs, and Marlena reveled in the burn he created, knowing that he was going to leave marks on her skin. The fingers of one hand threaded into his hair, and Marlena whispered, "More...oh, G-d...more..."

"Fuck, Doc, I could lick your pussy all day," he whispered, staring up at her while he licked slowly over her moist folds.

"Oh, G-d!" she cried. Her hips rising from where she sat, she pushed her sex into John's mouth. She glanced at the clock, "We don't have all day—oh!"

John stood up, pushing his sweatpants down below his cock, so they settled low on his hips. His large palms gripped under her thighs, pulling her body to the edge roughly, and he said, "This is going to be hard and fast, baby...so fucking hard..."

"Yes," she hissed. "Oh, G-d, John...yes..."

He entered her body so fast, she cried out, her fingernails scraping across his forearms. She went limp, and John caught her as she started to fall back, "Wrap your arms around my neck, baby."

Marlena was desperate for release. Linking her arms at his nape, she pulled his mouth to hers, just as John pulled out of her hot depths, and then slid quickly back in. Her cry echoed through the room, and her breath wafted over John's lips. Nipping at her lips, John's tongue slid inside her mouth, while he started to slide in and out of her body. She dipped her tongue into the moist recesses of his mouth, tasting her own arousal on his lips, and she whispered, "Harder. Oh, John...please, I need it harder..."

He lifted her body against his, turning them, and pressed her body against the pantry door, slamming even deeper, hitting that spot inside her that made her see stars. John licked her ear, and bit her jaw, "Like that, baby?"

"Oh, John...yes, yes...just like that," she panted. She knew her nails were digging into his flesh, but she was lost. He would have scratches later. They were both close, on the edge of their orgasms, and Marlena glanced at the clock. They were running out of time. She whispered, "I'm so close..."

He sat her on her feet, pulling his cock out of her, and reached for her bra straps, pulling them off of her shoulder, "Turn around and put you hands on the counter."

Marlena was so aroused she felt her pussy clench, and moisture slide along her thighs. Turning around, she felt his hands unclasp her bra, and then a sharp smack sounded, as he hit her ass with the flat of his hand. He leaned over her back, so close she felt like he was a part of her, and he slid back into her moist heat. Both of them groaned. One of his hands pulled at her nipple, pulling and rolling it between his fingers, while the other played over her clit. John's thrusts continued, and Marlena was lost to sensation, falling over the edge into orgasm when he bit her shoulder with a loan groan.

"John!" she screamed, coming so hard she thought her legs might collapse. The doorbell rang, but John continued to move within her, thrusting deeply.

With one final push, he roared his release. He rested along her back, catching his breath, and the doorbell rang again. He felt as if he couldn't move, but they had to move. He kissed the dewy skin of her shoulder, and slid from her body, still holding her up with an arm around her waist. Turning her to face him he said, "I love you."

Marlena stared up at him, with drowsy eyes, "I love you."

He gathered her clothes, and handed them to her, "Go upstairs and I'll get the door." Marlena watched him in a daze as he righted his clothing. He took her hand, leading her to the foot of the stairs. John kissed her lips softly, running his palm over her naked hip, and he whispered, "Go. I'll get the door."

Marlena smiled, "I told you we didn't have time."

John smacked her ass again, "I made time, baby. Now go get dressed."