John and Marlena (Finally) Get a Q!

Chapter 15: No Way Out

Marlena stared unseeingly at the window and the dark sky beyond. Beneath her, John's heart beat steadily and calmingly. His arms fit snugly around her, and his steady breaths whispered past her ear. Moving her head slightly, she looked at the clock. The bright glow of the numerals told her that barely two hours had passed since they had first been locked in the bedroom. Silently she surveyed the rest of the room. Her lips curved into a wry smile as she noted the clothes, which seemed to have gravitated to the four corners, as far away from the bed as they could possibly get. The scent of the roses drifted lazily across the room, and the candles burned as brightly as they had two hours ago.

Taking a deep breath, Marlena stretched and then rolled onto her stomach, pulling the sheet with her.

"Hey!" John pulled the sheet back over himself. "Where'd you think you're going with that sheet?"

"I thought I might check the door again." Marlena smiled at him sweetly as she propped herself up with one arm.

"Do you *have* to?" John moved closer to her and ran his palm across the soft flesh of her stomach. "I could think of much more *exciting* things to do." Marlena closed her eyes as his exploration sent tremors through her again.

Abruptly she pulled away from him and slipped out of the bed. Scanning the floor, she picked up his T-shirt and pulled it over her head. Pulling her long blonde hair free, she picked her way across to the door. John couldn't peel his eyes away from her as she tried the door and found it still locked. Her face was suffused with that glow he recognized so well. The flush that touched her cheeks and lips was a dead giveaway of their recent love-making. His eyes traveled further down, over the curve of her breasts and down to where the T-shirt stopped abruptly, just below the soft curve of her behind. His gaze continued its sweep down her long shapely legs.

"It's still locked," Marlena said pointedly. "Now if you've finished getting your eyeful, maybe we can figure out what to do about getting out of here." 

John grinned.  "And what an eyeful it was!" 

 Marlena narrowed her eyes and walked over to where he lay in the bed, the sheet draped strategically over his lower torso. She bit back a smile.

"If you've finished, maybe we could get back to the matter in hand?" John leaned forward and whipping his hands around her, pulled her onto the bed.

"Which matter would you like in hand?" he whispered softly in her ear. "This matter?" His hand dove under the T-shirt . "Or perhaps *this* matter?" Marlena gasped as his hand found its way between her soft thighs.

"Oh God John!" She batted his hand away. "Stop it. I'm, trying to be serious."

"So am I." John's finger on her lips and the earnestness of his eyes made her falter and she almost lost her resolve. But steeling her determination, she moved away from him.

"I'm worried about the children. I want to make sure they're okay." The mention of the children caught John's attention and he looked thoughtful.

"Have you heard them at all?" he asked.

"No, but then," She paused, her eyes glinting in the candlelight, "I haven't been paying much attention to..."

"Outside influences?" John finished for her. "No, I haven't either." He leaned his head on one side and chewed on his lip for a moment. "It's hard to tell what's going on outside this room." He took a deep breath. "Brady! Belle!" he called loudly. There was no answer.

"Perhaps we could try ringing someone to get us out of here," Marlena suggested as she moved into a kneeling position. John nodded and twisted his body around to pick up the receiver. After a moment he put it back down with a frown.