John's Quest

John's Quest

By: Abra de Winter

Beta By: dot - without her help the story would not be nearly as good as it is. Any mistakes left in the story - all mine

Pairing: John Hoynes/Ellie Bartlet - Romance

Rating: NC17

Spoilers: season 5 episodes 15 – "Full Disclosure" and 16 – "Eppur si muove"

Disclaimer: The characters are from the NBC, WB, Bravo, A John Wells Prod., TV show, 'The West Wing'. They are the creation of Aaron Sorkin.

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Chapter XVI


Ellie’s stomach did a back-flip when he lifted her in his arms. She clung to his shoulders with her left arm, and pulled his head closer with her right. She needed to kiss him again. The past few days had seemed like long winter months in his absence.

John’s mouth was warm, and delicious, and Ellie felt her head spinning even faster.

"I like the stockings," he growled, out of breath from her feverish kiss. "Niiice."

He knew just how to say it. Ellie's insides melted at the sound of that purred, sensual, almost threatening compliment.

"Thank you," she managed to whisper in a voice that was as vibrant with arousal as his own.

"Nooo," he purred again. "Thank you." He had returned her words in the same sensual tone, but just a tad more intense, sending another wave of amazing sensation all through her body.

He set her gently on his bed. Ellie had missed him so much that when he stood up to undress, she felt a rush of panic, which soon turned into excitement realizing that she was at last going to see the body she had longed for all these months.

John took off his shirt so fast that Ellie hardly saw him doing it. He had been sensually slow in undressing her, but his patience had apparently run out. Ellie bit her lip, getting wetter thinking of his desire, finally unchained, knowing that John wanted her as desperately as she wanted him.

Much to her annoyance, he did not take off his pants. Instead, he walked to the end of the bed, causing Ellie another pang of panic until he spread her legs and knelt between her ankles. He leaned over and stared to roll off one of her stockings. She was growing more restless with every inch of skin he uncovered. He took off her shoe, dropped it by the bed, and removed the stocking. He repeated the procedure with the other one, even slower. John seemed to be recovering a lot of his composure with every sigh and moan that escaped from Ellie's lips.

She was both delighted and frustrated by his newly regained patience. Ellie gazed in awe at the gorgeous man that was standing by the bed, with a hungry look in his eyes. She was surprised to observe that none of her usual, paralyzing inhibitions spoiled the moment. She had wanted him for months, but she hadn’t realized how much she trusted him.

"I hate to do this," he said, and Ellie froze, "but I don’t have any… protection."

She sighed and smiled, relieved.

"In my purse," she said.

John came back with her bag in about ten seconds. In another ten seconds, he had ripped open the small package she had handed him.

Ellie was vibrating with the sweet torture of expectation. She was caressing his chest when she felt his hesitation.

"I want you, John. I want you inside me now!"

She had just finished uttering her passionate encouragement when he began his slow slide into her.

Ellie closed her eyes, her entire being concentrated on the ripples of pleasure that were radiating from his bold intrusion. Her contact with reality seemed to fade with every inch he was gaining inside her. The complete descent into her depths seemed to last for hours.

The force of the sensations sweeping through her body released a wild Ellie from the shackles of habit and self-consciousness. She was reacting instinctually to his moves, synchronizing herself so perfectly to his rhythm that she soon heard John groan louder and felt him thrust harder and faster. Hazily, Ellie could see his face contorting in the effort of delaying his unstoppable climax. The months spent in constant, agonizing, unfulfilled desire, along with the intensity of their foreplay sent her over the edge.

"Oh! God! John! Yes! Yes! Yes!" she screamed on the waves of an orgasm that made her body shudder.

She held on as he pounded into her fiercely until he could not bear it any longer, and savored John's enthusiastic, though less vocal release.

Ellie enjoyed the weight of his exhausted body pushing her deeper into the mattress. She ran her fingers through his soaked hair. She moved her hand down on his back, which was also covered in sweat.

"Oh, fuck, Ellie, I love you so much," he groaned, with his face buried in her shoulder.

"I love you, too, John," she whispered, and held him tighter for just a moment, feeling that her heart could explode from happiness.

He rolled off her regretfully, covering her face and neck with kisses. He held her close, and Ellie sighed. She rested her head on his chest in a dreamlike state. She felt right being there, curled in bed next to him.

"God, that was amazing," she said, and felt him smile. "I had no idea I could feel this way. I have one question for you, though."

"Only one?"

"Why did you let me wait two years for this?"

"Because you needed the time," he said.

"We're going to do this as often as we can," she said, matter-of-factly. "You're fucking great."

"We are fucking great," he corrected her gently. "Maybe we should stay here one more day."

"I can't say that's not tempting, but we have three days to the wedding, and I'm afraid that Mom is not the easiest going person when she's worried."

"I can imagine Abbey talking the President into sending a combat division to look for you."

"For us," she said. "Well, he's only got another fifteen months in office."

She rested her head on his shoulder, and let the peace envelop them.

John's cell broke the moment of silence. She smiled when she heard him curse under his breath before taking it from the bed stand. However, after he looked at the display, he answered it.

"Hello, Robert. What's going on?"

Ellie saw him smiling as he listened to his brother.

"No problem. Thanks for the heads up."

Ellie didn’t ask, but looked at him expectantly. He was grinning.

"You're going to like this."

"I hope so," she said, unsure what to make of his mischievous smile.

"My brother called to warn me that there are journalists downstairs. Apparently someone tipped them off that I was staying here and that I have just received a young female visitor."

"No!" she exclaimed. "You're joking!?"

"Not at all. Any suggestions on how to handle this?"

"There's only one way to handle this. I don’t care if I'm blushing crimson, but we're walking out by the front door!" she said, sitting up.

John grabbed her hand to stop her leaving the bed.

"We don’t have to go right now," he said.

She was naked, still trembling from a session of sex that had rocked her world, but she blushed furiously when the man she loved hinted that he still wanted her.

She saw John smile at her embarrassment and that made it a little worse.

"Come back," he whispered, and Ellie felt the fire rekindling in her belly.

"Your face is burning," he said, cupping her cheeks.

She had no time to think of a reply because John's mouth connected to hers in a long, tender kiss.

"I, I, I," she stammered when he let go.

He chuckled in obvious delight, and kissed her again. His tongue was a little more aggressive and his fingers had knotted themselves in her disheveled hair.

"You don’t have to face the press just to protect my name."

It took Ellie quite a while to understand the meaning of the words while he was nuzzling her neck with the expertise of all the months when that was the most he was allowed to do.

"My… name… too… soon," she managed to say between moans.

His voice was husky when he spoke next, and he was breathing heavily.

"You know how you hated the idea of people thinking of us having sex? If they film us when we leave, it's not going to take an effort to imagine it."

The tone of his words made it sound like dirty talk. Once the meaning got through to her, Ellie knew he was right. She might as well have "I just fucked John Hoynes" tattooed on her forehead. Which wasn’t such a bad thing, she thought with the part of her brain busy processing the storm of sensations caused by his mouth playing with her breasts.

Her mind was getting blurry again. She struggled to talk before the thick haze of desire obliterated the words.

"John," she moaned.

It didn’t have the right effect. Though it had an effect, all right. He pushed her against the pillows and concentrated his attention on her nipples. He was sucking at them in turn and his hand was sliding over her stomach all the way between her legs. She wondered if all her questions were going to vanish at his touch.

"John," she tried again, a little more assertively.

"Yes?"

He raised his head. He had just the shadow of a beard and he looked so sexy and yet confused that Ellie had to close her eyes to concentrate. It was considerably more difficult because he had not stopped moving his fingers on her soft, slick flesh. She pressed his palm over her mound like a warm, unchaste fig leaf.

"I can look like a perfect ice queen when we walk out. I know I have it in me," she said.

She didn’t have to add 'do you really think I should try it?' because he already knew it. She wasn't really giving him a choice. She loved the John Hoynes who had put up with her merciless teasing. She didn’t want to marry a man who asked her to walk out a hotel room as looking as though she were prepared for a press conference.

"I know. You don't have to prove anything." His eyes seemed less hazy, and his voice was a lot better controlled when he said that. "I don't have any problem if the whole world knows I'm the lucky guy who gets to go to bed with you."

She smiled, noting that his voice had regained its playful tone, and his fingers were moving again beneath her palm. She pulled him down into a long, messy kiss that left them breathless.

He put a knee between her legs and levered them apart. All the while, his fingers were getting more and more daring. Ellie was entranced in the whirl of sensations. She wanted him again. She was ready again. A thought flashed through her clouded mind – was he able to do it again so soon? At his age… She felt ashamed to even think it, but she was a doctor and not even in this hot heaven could she forget certain facts.

Apparently, some men got more inventive with age. She shivered when he lifted her by the waist and placed a pillow behind her back. She clutched at the sheets as John pushed her legs further apart to make room for his massive frame. Ellie felt his rough beard rub against her inner thigh while his mouth was getting closer to her wet, hot, pulsating center.

It was so much better than she had remembered. This time, he was methodically learning her reactions, and pushing her over the limits she thought she had. This time, there were no pesky parents or secret service agents outside the door. So, this time, Ellie didn't hold back either.

"Oh, God, John, you're doing it soooo right, baby. Yes! Oh, there, yeah!"

Time seemed to dissolve in an ocean of pleasure. She had no idea how long it took for the tidal waves of the orgasm to hit her again. She had no idea how loud she had screamed his name, or how deep her fingernails had dug into his shoulders. A few minutes later, when she had stopped shaking, Ellie blushed again, seeing John's admiring and smug expression. Well, she had always been a lady in the parlor. Now she was everything a man could want.