Cowboy Diaries - a Jon Bon Jovi fan fiction

28: Labor Of Love

8. April 1992, Jon's and Dorothea's house, NJ

Dorothea's   POV

I was laying in our bed with Jon, my body was relaxed and I had one hand in his hair, playing with it. I turned my eyes to the right side of the bed to be met with the sight of my beautiful husband, his shorter, now blonde hair was covering his face as he lay beside me, but nevertheless I could see a sparkle in his blue eyes and his mouth turned into a sweet smile as he felt my hand on his body.

He moved closer to me, cupping my face in his hands and kissing me passionately. I let him take control over my body and seconds later we were making out together. I hadn't felt so good in years and sex hadn't even started yet.

Just the sight of him drove me crazy. There was just something about him that night. He was just so damn beautiful. He always had been, but right now he just looked incredible, even with his sweaty shirt and messy hair. 

I would rip this shirt off soon enough anyway. I just couldn't get enough of him that night, it seemed like he grew more attractive to me every single day and it was almost too much to handle...

We both were absolutely exhausted and messy after our romantic night, I felt like I had done an extremely hard workout. But still I wanted to shower, I didn't want to sleep with my body all sweaty.

Jon insisted on joining me and of course I didn't complain. The sight of his wet body alone was too die for. The way drops of water kept falling off his body, ran over his lips and flattened his hair that slightly reached his shoulders that way and his eyes that appeared even more blue with the falling water around us.

I just started to throw me onto him, grabbing his chest with my fingers, feeling his famous chest hair before my hands moved to his back and I pulled him closer to me. He started to moan and this of course made me even more horny. Needless to say we ended on having shower sex, the exhaustion was like blown away in that moment.

After it I collapsed on the shower floor, overwhelmed with joy but now way too played out to take another action. Jon, being the gentleman that he is, packed me into a big towel and carried me back to the bed before pulling the covers over me. Only some minutes later, after drying himself, he joined me. I don't know for how long we had continued to cuddle but I guess I almost instantly had went to a satisfied sleep.

Jon's POV

9. April 1992

I only noticed I had looked at my beautiful wife for way too long as I smelled my now burned food. I had wanted to surprise her with an English breakfast in bed but I hadn't taken it out of the frying pan before waking her up because I had wanted to keep it warm. And then her beauty had distracted me.

I cursed myself and wanted to quietly leave the room again to have another try, she didn't have to know that I messed up on our breakfast. But just as I wanted to leave Dorothea began srunching her nose and her eyes flung open.

"What's this smell?" She asked, sounding quite alarmed. She got up and turned around the room as if looking for fire. 

"Calm down, nothing happened. It's just our breakfast."

She couldn't hold back her chuckle and I grinned with her. 

"I told you not to cook by yourself. Do you want to kill us?"