Mixing Business with Pleasure

Getting Closer

by AnitaB

Rating: Nc-17 for sexual scenes

Disclaimers: duh, Do I look like Chris Carter or Fox networks, NO!! Then I don't own The Lone Gunman or its characters. Borrowed for matchmaking purposes not for profit.

Author's notes: This is a romantically smutty sequel/epilogue to "Mixing business and pleasure" and has absolutely no effect on plot (that I know of, you never know what the muses slip in when I'm not looking). Posted separately so I could raise the rating. Enough babbling, on with the show.

Getting Closer

by AnitaB

Night had fallen when the car pulled up in front of Eva's apartment instead of the lone gunman offices. The heat of John's gaze on her pulled a shiver through her body. She turned to meet his eyes and reveled in the love and lust in them.

"Come inside," The expression on his face at her soft invitation melted her heart. He was so sweet. Climbing out of the car, John held out a hand to her. Intertwining his fingers through hers, he brushed a kiss across her knuckles without releasing her gaze from his. She shivered at the feel of his lips on her skin and the intense look in his eyes. Leading him up the steps, she let them both into the darkened apartment.

As the door closed behind them, John pulled her into his arms, pressing her closer. "There's no hurry, Eva. I can wait."

She pulled back, still in the circle of his arms, and cradled his face in her palms. /He's so sweet, he'll never push me./ "I can't wait, John. Kiss me." She pulled him down and leaned into his lips. His arms clenched around her, crushing her against him as he deepened the kiss. Reveling in the sweet t of of her mouth under his, John teased her tongue with his, coaxing it back into his own mouth. His moan filled her mouth as her tongue explored and tasted him.

"Eva," He groaned into her lips before trailing kisses down her throat, his beard rubbigaingainst her skin. "I love you."

Her arms tightened around him at his words, emotions rioting through her. He felt so good, so right this close to her. His love surrounded her, warmed her just as much as his arms. An answering warmth began to grow inside her. He meant so much to her, but was this feeling, this need love? John was close, but not close enough. "Touch me, John. I need you."

"I'm here, Eva. You've got me as long as you want me." John plunged his hands up under her shirt to caress the silken skin of her back. Now there was no reason to resist the urge and Eva moved into the heat of his hands, nearly purring at his touch.

He smiled at the feel of her moving against him, the strength of her reaction to his touch. John swept her up into his arms, cradling her against his chest. "Last chance to change your mind. Are you sure?"

She smiled at him, draped one arm around his neck and pointed the way to her bedroom with the other. "I'm sure." Carrying her in his arms, he walked into her room gazing into her eyes. Gently sliding her legs down his body, he let her feet touch the ground and pressed her close to him.

"I've wanted to touch you for so long." John cradled her face between his hands, rejoicing at the softness of her skin against his palms and the heat of her body so close. Pressing closer, he rubbed his lips against hers. Eva groaned, her lips parting to receive the welcome invasion of his tongue. She needed more, she needed more contact--skin to skin. Breathlessly breaking the kiss, Eva pulled his shirt off over his head and caressed her hands over his chest and arms. The texture of his skin under hers, the hard muscles tightening reflexively under her touch, his low groan against her lips all increased the need building inside her.

"I want you, John."

"I'm here and I want you too, Eva." His hands attacked the buttons of her blouse. His breath burst out in a gasp at the sight of her golden skin interrupted by the black lace of her bra. "You are so beautiful, Eva." Involuntarily his arms pulled her close, groaning at the feel of her soft flesh against him, reacting to him. Kissing his way down her neck, he traced the edge of the black lace with a gentle finger. Her gasp encouraged him to slide the thin strap off her shoulder, brushing lips and beard down her skin.

"John." She arched against him, burying her fingers in his hair. It wasn't enough, she needed more. Pulling him up, she whispered against his lips, "Take it off." His hands tripped over themselves in the rush to unhook her bra. John guided her to sit on the edge of the bed and kneeled between her legs. Gently cupping her breasts in his hands he pressed a kiss over her racing heart. /Oh, John. What are you doing to me?/ The feel of his lips against her heart sent tingles up her spine. Gazing up into her eyes, he stroked her, reveling in the softest of skin stiffening under his touch.

Eva's breath caught in her throat at the tenderness in him. Her fingers tightened in his hair, guiding his mouth to her nipple. Her groan vibrated against his tongue as he lapped at her. Alternating his attention between the tips of her breasts, his hands dropped to run up her legs under the long skirt. The rough-soft texture of her nylons changed suddenly to silky smoothness of her skin. Now his groan vibrated against her ribs./ Thigh-highs. Black lace underware and thigh-highs, a fantasy right here in my arms./ John pressed a palm between her legs, against her center, just to feel her body lunge against his hand and her arms clench around his neck. "John!"

Pulling his hands out from under her skirt, John stood and pulled her up into his arms. She moaned at the feel of his chest hair teasing her nipples as his hands stripped the skirt down her legs to puddle around her feet.

"Eva, I need you." He pressed closer, his hardness against her pulling a low sound from her. Eva leaned up to kiss him deeply as her hands reached for his zipper. The feel of her fingers so close to his erection dragged her name from his lips. He forcibly reined in his control and pushed her hands away. "Not yet," he whispered against her lips. Sweeping her into his arms, John set her down in the center of the bed. "You are so beautiful, Eva. I can't believe I'm here with you like this."

Eva reached out a hand, trailing a finger down the bare skin of his stomach, watching the muscles clench at her caress. "Come here and I'll prove it to you." The heat and need in her eyes burned him as he moved into her arms. Burying his face in her neck, he gathered her body under his pressing hot and hard against her. The feel of him cradled between her legs, his hardness against her core was heavenly. But it wasn't enough. There was too much cloth in the way. She needed him closer.

Suddenly she pushed him to his back and, kneeling across his hips, attacked the barrier of his pants. Jerking his clothes down his legs and off, Eva wrapped eager fingers around his length. Every muscle in his body tightened and a sharp breath parted his lips. "Eva...Don't" Her hands stilled and she looked up to see the rapture in his face. "You feel so good. I don't know if I can hold back when you touch me like that." She smiled, loving that she affected him that strongly, then shivered as his hand stroked down her hip to rub against her thigh.

Leaning up to kiss her, he rolled her under him and trailed his fingers down her hip, pressing the lace against her skin. Curling his fingers under the elastic band, his beard brushed her cheek. "Now?" Her hips rising against him and her head arching back into the pillow Eva whispered, "Yes, John. Now." Slowly dragging the scrap of lace down her legs, John rubbed up the fabric of her thigh-highs to the soft skin above them.

"I love you, Eva." John's fingers teased her hot flesh, dipping a finger into her depths to make certain she was ready for him. The slick walls pulling him deeper and the harsh cry parting her lips convinced him she was more than ready. He shifted his weight between her legs, feeling her ankles cross behind his back. Eva lifted his face to hers, looking into his eyes and kissing him. Against his lips she whispered, "Come inside, John. I need you."

He obeyed, filling her inch by inch with a long slow thrust. His low shout of pleasure was muffled against Eva's throat as her cry fell into his hair. Pressed as close together as possible and gloved inside the woman of his dreams, John smiled. He pressed his lips to hers, "You feel so good around me." Eva tightened her arms and legs around him, pulling him closer and deeper.

"John, you feel....ahhh....so good." She arched under him, stroking herself against his hardness. Taking the hint and emitting a low groan, John started a slow deep rhythm inside her. The lace tops of her thigh-highs rubbed the skin of his hips as her legs locked around his waist. She felt incredible around him--hot, wet, and pulling him deeper. Locking his eyes to hers and caressing up her legs to her hips, John pulled her closer, thrusting deeper. Responding wildly, her hips rocked faster against him. The heavy friction of each synchronized thrust pushed her higher, closer to ecstacy.

John was just as close to that edge. He could feel every inch of her skin touching him. From her nails marking his shoulders, to her legs holding him tight, and her slick walls holding him tighter, from her soft breasts nestled in his chest hair, to her eyes gazing into his--every sensation, every connection between them increased the pleasure building at the base of his spine. Reaching a hand between their bodies, John pressed a gentle finger against the bundle of nerves at her center.

She tensed beneath him at the intimate touch, already on the edge of climax. The combination of the love in his eyes and his rapid heartbeat against her breasts pushed Eva over the edge. Pleasure coursed through her veins, pulling a staccato scream from her lips. Her walls clenched around him, dragging a heart-felt moan from him. The feel of her shattering, coming apart in his arms ripped away the last of John's control. His climax rushed through him, his shout of pleasure muffled against her throat as his release bathed her internal walls with heat.

Collapsing into her arms, John held her close as their hearts slowed. Still nestled inside her he rubbed a hand the length of her body. From her ankle at his hip up her leg to the soft skin of her thigh and hip along her back to her curly hair a shiver followed his hand. With both hands buried in her hair, he gently kissed her open lips. Reluctantly, he pulled out of her body and out of her arms.

"These can't be comfortable to sleep in." John knelt between her ankles. Cradling each leg between his hands, he rolled the thigh-highs down and off. The warmth and love in his touch brought tears to her eyes. He was so sweet and caring. His touch was so right. Eva slid under the sheets and held open arms out to him. After turning out the lights, John joined her in bed holding her close and feeling her arms close around him.

"I've dreamed about sleeping in your arms, John. But I didn't know it would feel this good." Nestled into his arms she pressed a cheek against his, enjoying the feel of his beard rubbing her skin.

"I love you, Eva."

"I....John, you mean so much to me. You know that. Right John?" She pulled back enough to look into his eyes. The certainty in his face comforted her.

"Yes, Eva, I know." He rolled to his back and settled Eva against his chest. "Now sleep, my love. I've dreamed about holding you like this too."

Cuddling closer, she whispered. "Good night, John."

"Good night, Eva."

Smiling and fighting not to laugh, she responded, "Don't I get a good night kiss, John?" This exchange was fast becoming a tradition, one she was happy to keep if it meant getting another kiss. His touch was addictive and she didn't know if she'd ever get close enough to him.

Meeting her smile with one of his own, he saw the passion growing in her eyes again. A responding heat filled him. Laughing lightly, he pulled her across him and pressed her down against his chest.

"Always." He breathed the vow against her lips before kissing her. Eva reacted in kind, enjoying his taste and the feel of his body under hers. /Always is good. Always with John is amazing. /

The End.