Quiet Quickie

The glow of the television cast a neon light across the townhouse living room as John sat on the sofa in the dark. The house was finally quiet. To say Claire's first night home didn't go as planned would be an understatement. First, she sneaked out of the house. Then, once she got back, she sneaked Gwen back into the house. He felt like they were raising a teenager again. He could tell Marlena was stressed out; she'd been stressed out a lot lately. She had barely recovered from the Stevano mess, then it was Orpheus, and now they were something like parents again. When Claire finally went to bed, she stayed on the couch with him for awhile. They tried to watch a movie, but every time he looked over Marlena was falling asleep. But if he tried to turn it off, she would insist that she was awake. John smiled, remembering it all. Eventually, he convinced her to go to bed. He promised he would wait up and make sure Claire actually went to bed. For real this time.

It was nearly 1 am and he hadn't heard any noise from Claire's room in awhile. He turned off the television and headed down the hall. Claire's door was closed. He gave a quiet knock and there was no response. He opened the door slightly and saw her asleep in her bed. Thank God. He closed the door and went to bed himself.

He opened the door and stumbled through their dark bedroom, placing his watch on the bureau and slipping off his shirt. He threw on a pair of black cotton shorts and set his phone to charge before climbing into bed beside Marlena.

Her back was to him as he slid behind her, slipping his arms around her waist. He felt the smooth skin of her belly beneath the pads of his fingers. He was surprised to find that she had fallen asleep in only a bra and panties. It was hot summer night, but that was definitely a risky choice of attire considering their granddaughter was now living with them. But he sure as hell wasn't complaining.

He also couldn't help his erection as she spooned against him, her lace clad bottom brushing up against him as she stirred in her sleep. He tried to will his body to calm down, but it wasn't working. Without effort from his conscious mind, he hands roamed her abdomen and he began undulating behind her in hypnotic rhythm.

"John, no," Marlena spoke, half asleep. "I'm tired."

For some reason, this only served to turn him on more. He was ashamed to admit that it turned him on when she resisted him. Even if she wasn't in the mood, her body sure as hell was. He snaked a hand between her legs. She was wet, just like she always was.

"You don't seem tired to me," John whispered into ear as he began kissing the back of her neck.

"John - we can't," Marlena whispered. "Claire's down the hall," she objected.

"So?" John asked, nibbling on her ear. "When has that ever stopped us?" he taunted. His erection was now rock hard and pressing into the small of her back.

"Not tonight," Marlena reiterated. John continued to kiss her neck. She was grinding against him whether she realized it in her conscious mind or not. One hand rested on her hip while the other was still hovering around her center. He slipped a finger inside of her panties.

"Oh, God, Doc, you're so wet," he moaned, his finger gliding past her folds with ease.

Marlena mewled in submission, aware that she was losing the battle.

"I have to have you," he groaned in her ear as he continued to explore her with his fingers. "I'll make it quick. I promise," he coaxed, knowing full well a quickie would never sate him.

Marlena slid one leg up, offering herself to him. John slipped his shorts down and nestled between her legs as she buried her face into her pillow. He grabbed onto her hips and leaned on top of her as he ground himself against her ass.