John's Quest

Title: John's Quest

By: Abra de Winter

Beta - I did not dare to bother Dot after such a long pause, and this is the unbetaed version.

Pairing: John Hoynes/Ellie Bartlet - Romance

Rating: NC17

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

Considering events in season 6, the story is AU material.

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.

Feedback: yes, please!

This chapter does absolutely nothing to further the story. It’s just something I needed to write about this couple. Hopefully, you will appreciate my effort to get me back in gear to write the story. About taking John all the way to the presidency, it’s probably not going to happen in detail, but that was the planned epilogue for a while now. A bit of fast forward after the wedding. Although the wedding is not going to be what you would expect. I’m not inclined to write about the ceremony, just some sidelong action about John and Ellie and some of the West Wing characters.

Chapter XVIII


The last hours before the Hoynes-Bartlet wedding


Ellie unlocked her apartment door and went straight into the bedroom. She saw John stop in the middle of the living room.

"Bedroom," she said, in a half amused, half ordering tone.

He grinned instantly.

"So this is the way it's gonna be from now on?" he inquired, following her. "You just say 'bedroom' and I jump?"

"Yes, that would be nice. I'd do it for you. Indulging the other, I heard that's what marriage is all about."

She was amazed how liberating it felt to say something like that, in a playful tone, just as it came to mind. A few days ago she would have carefully censored her words, worrying how John might interpret them. Not anymore, though. She had risked everything when she went after him in Texas, and now they trusted each other more than ever before.

His smile was so warm now that her heart swelled up with happiness. When he was smiling like that she wished she felt she could look at every line in his face for hours. She loved the thin wrinkles, visible at the corner of his eyes and his mouth.

She shook herself. Later. She had the rest of her life to bask in his smile. For the moment, all she wanted was to make up for the long years devoid of sexual gratification.

He dropped the bags on the floor and she threw her purse on a chair and. When she looked back up, he was grinning again. The earlier warmth had turned into heat. She melted inside. She reached out to take off his jacket. She started to undo his shirt when he leaned over and kissed her. Ellie lost all concentration while their mouths were connected. Then she felt the cool air touch her skin. He had unzipped her skirt, slid it off and was well on his way to get rid of her shirt.

She was surprised to hear the strange noises coming out of her own throat. He was caressing her body so thoroughly that he seemed to be all hands.

"My next door neighbors are in for a shock," she said.

"Why?" he asked.

"They're going to hear noises coming out this apartment that haven't heard since I moved here."

She saw the shadow of hesitation on his face.

"I never had a man in this bedroom before," she said, and shrugged her shoulders. "As long as they don't call the police for disturbing the peace I don't care."

She hoped she had put his mind at rest. He wasn't going to have to deal with her inhibitions ever again. She had finally unbuttoned his shirt, and was groping to unbuckle his belt when her bra miraculously fell to the floor next to the shirt. God he was good at it! For some reason, she wasn't jealous for the years of practice he must have had to be able to do that.

"I'm going to need tutoring," she said, in a frustrated tone.

"What?" he asked, still kissing her. "Tutoring on what subject?"

"Taking off your damn clothes. This is killing me!" she exclaimed when her fingers fumbled uselessly with his buckle.

"No problem. I'd much rather have you naked as soon as possible. I don't even need to take my pants off to have my way with you."

She giggled. Now there was a thought. The way he had touched her in the limo made her entertain the idea of having sex with him fully clothed, somewhere public. His years of experience in concealing his affairs might as well be put to some good use. Ellie had been strictly vanilla all her life, but she was certain he was going to be the one to introduce her to a whole lot of firsts.

She purred delighted when he bent down and started suckling her nipples. Oh, yes, he had to be the one to introduce her to her first sexual experience in the back seat of a car. An image of their car stopped on the side of the road to her parents' New Hampshire house flashed through her mind. She had spent many nights with such fantasies during their long, almost platonic engagement. The wave of moisture brought by these thoughts drenched John's fingers.

"Please take off your clothes," she whispered, giving up her semblance of self control.

"I love it when you ask me nicely," he said, raising his head. "OK, I'll do you this favor."

She wanted to say something witty, but she couldn’t think of anything looking at him, casually stripping off his pants.

"Thank you," she said, dreamily.

God he was fit! And the phrase "for his age" didn't even cross her mind. He was absolutely gorgeous. She had seen him in pictures and he had always been a handsome man, but he had gotten so much better. There was something about him lately… oh, yeah, she smiled, licking her lips, he had less and less clothes on.

He must have seen the unashamedly lusty look in her eyes because he stopped before taking off the boxers. He was looking her up and down with libidinous concentration. Her nipples puckered up even harder under his gaze. Damn him, he was going to do that again! He was going to slow down again, torture her with soft caresses until she was reduced to begging him. She didn't really mind begging for it, because she knew he would soon give it to her. Good and hard, as in her wildest dreams.

She was somewhat frustrated when he toyed with her, but she wanted him in control. And not just because of her lack of experience. Not just because she felt guilty for the months she had denied him her body. No. The truth was that she trusted him enough to relinquish her precious control. She believed he could never disappoint her.

"Impeccable choice," John said in a tone so husky that she felt the words run through her like lightning.

It took her a moment to understand what he meant. She chuckled delighted, and congratulated herself for her choice in underwear. Her panties had been designed for easy removal. She took in a deep breath looking down at his hands. He untied the bows on her hips without hesitation.

"Spread," he commanded. Unlike his hands, his voice trembled a little.

Ellie closed her eyes and parted her legs. The flimsy black lace fell to the floor. She heard John's appreciative growl. She squeezed her eyes tighter when she felt his hand cupping her nicely trimmed mound of tawny hair.

"So hot," he murmured. "So wet, soooo mine…"

"John," she whispered. "Please."

"No, darlin'. Not this time."

She opened her eyes, surprised.

"Not what?"

"This time it's not gonna be rough and fast."

Ellie was shivering. He was tracing the contour of her breasts with his left hand, while his right palm was still holding her quivering womanhood.

"But John," she complained, "I liked it rough and fast."

She saw the intense desire flicker across his face, she felt him squeezing her tighter, and maybe if she had been able to hold back the moan he would've lost the battle. But she couldn't stop it and the sign of her impatience broke the temptation. His features calmed somewhat, though his eyes were still smoldering.

"You liked it because it was with me. And you're going to like it nice and slow, too."

His arrogance might have annoyed her in any other situation, but in this particular case, she had to admit it was true. She had liked it because it had been him doing it. So, maybe sweet, sensitive lovemaking would satisfy her just as well, as long as it was with him.

He kissed her deeply, and walked her to backwards to her bed in such a haze of the senses that it felt like floating. After he had laid her across the bed smoothly, he parted her legs without hesitation. Not entirely unexpectedly, he did not place himself between them as she fervently wished. He knelt by the bed as he had done in her old room. She felt his breath on her inner thigh and closed her eyes, bracing herself for the inevitable sensory overload. She thought herself prepared for what was to come, but the intensity of the pleasure his lips and his tongue provided shocked her again. She had no idea how long he kept her on the edge of release, but her throat was hurting from moaning and calling his name, begging, threatening and thanking him.

He decreased somewhat the intensity of his ministrations, until her breath became somewhat calmer. He replaced his mouth with his fingers, and crawled on his knees on the edge of the bed. Ellie raised her head and watched him avidly. She had not had a good chance to see him fully aroused in their previous tempestuous coupling. The sight was absolutely astounding. Her mind spun at the thought of taking him in her mouth. She sighed knowing it was not going to be that time.

“Soon,” she whispered, half to herself.

“Soon what?”

His husky voice made her shiver. She answered without taking her eyes off his beautifully stiffened manhood.

“Soon I’m going to do to you what you just did to me.”

He shivered slightly, and without another word directed the rock hard shaft between her legs. He put his left hand under her and Ellie obeyed the unspoken command instinctively. She arched her back off the mattress to welcome his intrusion. He slid inch by inch into the silky, hot, wet haven of her womanhood, all along making sure she was watching the proceedings. A fleeting glance told Ellie his gaze was focused solely on her face. She tried to say something to let him know she was appreciating the show, but could find no words. She crumpled the sheets in her fists, trying to cope with the unbearably pleasurable feeling of being stretched by his hardness.

When he began the languorous pattern of partially retreating and boldly reentering her body, Ellie’s consciousness faded. She closed her eyes, and sighed deeply.

“God, what are you doing to me, John?”

He retreated again, and lowered himself on top of her. The next time he sheathed himself fully into her, Ellie wrapped her legs around his waist. The warm weight of his body was pressing her deliciously into the bed. He continued thrusting gently into her. Ellie smiled when she caressed his back. She trailed her fingers through the film of sweat that covered him, pleased to realize that his self control came with a heavy prize.

She had forgotten her question when he answered.

“I’m loving you.”

She opened her eyes instantly only to be swept into his fiery blue gaze. All of a sudden her eyes filled with tears. John murmured her name like a prayer as he dried with his mouth the ones that fell on her face.

“I love you so much,” she managed to whisper.

“Sweet God,” he groaned.

His thrusts were no longer gentle and Ellie’s release came with glorious intensity. She was still convulsing around him when he surrender his control and exploded inside her.