Hamm

I don't live in New York!

The next few months, Jon was working all over the place and I wanted to focus on the last leg of the show. We'd fallen into a cosy little routine of the odd weekend Saturday to Monday together in between his shoots away. We'd gone on little trips, headed to Chicago to see my family.

My dad could be very protective of me. My mum died when I was tiny and he's always clung on to the fact that I'm very much like her, she was British and the reason I went to school in the UK, now my accent reminded him even more of her. Dad re-married in America like 10 years ago and my step mum, Ally, is wonderful. She's great for dad and had been a brilliant support for me the last few years. We got on in a kind of cool aunt kind of way. I never really knew my mum so she didn't have anyone to compete with and the fact that she made my dad incredibly happy, was all I cared about.

Ally'd got a little giddy when I told her who I was seeing and tried very hard to contain it when we went over. My little brother and sister thought Jon was amazing. Maybe something to do with Hamm being on the same wave-length as a 6 and 3 year old. He goofed about with them and it made my heart quiver. And best of all, my Dad really had like him.

When we got back Jon had broached the living situation conversation. "So, I don't actually live in New York" he started out of the blue whilst we were sat on the sofa; he was watching sports on the telly I was reading my book.

"No?"

"No, and neither do you" he kept looking at the telly.

"Right. You're very knowledgeable" I joked. "So..."

"So I live in LA"

"Very nice" I continued the sass waiting for him to just spit something of sense out.

"And I was wondering if you'd like to live in LA too?" He stopped looking at the telly now and down at me. I placed my book on my lap.

"Do you not want to live in London?" I asked knowing full well the answer.

"Not really no. I like London, but it's cold and wet most of the year, and everything's so small!" He paused planning what to say next and I let him think as I didn't really know what to say either. "Look, I know it's a lot to ask. But, I guess mainly 'Cos I own a house in LA, your place in London's rented right? I just want to be with you Grace. I don't really care where, I'd prefer somewhere hot and very much LA-like, but I want to be with you" he smiled, I rolled slightly so my hands were resting on his chest and we were face to face.

"Of course" I smiled.

"Of course what?"

"Of course I'll move in with you" I smiled

"Really?"

"Yup, I mean I'll be holding it to you for some time that I'm moving my shit halfway across the world to be with you. But right now, I couldnt think of anything I'd rather do more" I kissed him and he squeezed me close.

"I fucking love you" he beamed.

"I fucking love you too!!" I copied his profanity. "So when did you envisage this happening?"

"Well, maybe after press, like before Christmas? I don't know what you were thinking of doing for Christmas but I think I'm possibly heading home, nothing planned but, There's an invite for you too. Wherever I am. We've both got I few weeks without anything going on right? Perfect for moving and settling in? You're good to go with the duel passport thing right?"

"I'm sure there's probably a form I need to fill in for financial purposes, but yeah. I'm good to go" I leant up and kissed him as he pulled me close, both hands on my ass squeezing me to him I could feel his dick hardening beneath me. "Well I didn't think that settling down was much a turn on!" I squirmed a hand between us and rubbed him slowly.

"I mean I am very much looking forward to having a live-in play thing" he joked as he lifted me higher onto his lap, lifting my skirt he kneaded my ass grinding his hardness into me. "Seriously Darlin' I know I'm a fucking lucky guy to have you in my life for even a little bit. I can't wait to make it a slightly more formal thing" he smiled and I sat up a little and undid his belt he shuffled his pants down as I lifted my dress over head. "Fuck you're so beautiful" he whispered as I leant back down and covered his mouth with mine. He carefully slid my panties to one side and began working my clit between us.

"I love you" I mumbled into his mouth as he lifted he up slightly and lined him self up. He growled as I slid gently onto him feeling him fill me so deliciously.

"Fuck this" he gripped at the side of my panties and tore them. "Sorry Darlin' they were holding me back" he smiled as his fingers dug into my hips and he took control . Even from the bottom he made sure he was leading. He held me firmly down, his dick impossibly filling me, making my breath hitch at its deepest as he gently circled his hips.

"Shit! That's sooo good" I sat up and ran my hands through my hair as my body came alive. He removed one hand and used his thumb to wonderfully work my clit. Quickly bringing me to the edge, he made sure I was totally satisfied before he let me loose. His hands moved to my chest and neck as he pulled me closed and I bent forward riding my hips up and down his length.

"Fuck. Yes. Baby just like that. Fuck Darlin' that's fucking... argh!" He came hard as I sat deeply into him savouring the feeling of him coming and filling me fully.

"This is gonna be good" I smiled as I sat up a little and kissed his cheek. He lay panting slightly before holding my head to his chest playfully.

"It's already good. It's gonna be fucking perfect!"