The Fair Oaks Affair

TITLE: The Fair Oaks Affair

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 1 of 1

FANDOM: Painkiller Jane

SHIP: Jane / Connor

RATING: NC-17

CATEGORY: Erotica

SPOILERS: A couple

UNIVERSE: As per cannon.

SYNOPSIS: WARNING: HERE BE SPOILERS. What if Jane hadn't burned her hand on the kettle until the next morning in episode 12 - "Something Nasty in the Neighborhood"

DISCLAIMER: None of these characters belong to me. They belong to their creator. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.

AUTHORS NOTE: This is my first Painkiller Jane fic, so I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.

FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. - midknight_tales@yahoo.com

Fair Oaks, The newly-purchased Connors residence, 7:12pm

The small community of Fair Oaks didn't seem so bad. At, first glance, they seemed a bit overly friendly and helpful, too Betty Crocker, even for Betty Crocker, but that could just be because she was used to the low level animosity that generally pervaded crowded cities. Sure there had been a few odd occurrences, but the could be explained. All in all she liked the quaint little hamlet and was starting to have the opinion that their search for a Neuro was a wild goose chase, but one she intended to enjoy as long as it lasted. She actually enjoyed making dinner for Connor and herself and didn't even mind cleaning up the dishes. It was strange how comfortable this was. She'd never thought she could be content with a settled down suburban life, but it really wasn't so bad. She even wonders if she could trade chasing down Neuros for a simple life in the suburbs. She even found Connor mildly likeable in this setting, maybe a little more than likeable. She smiled to herself as she tidies up their dinner dishes.

She didn't hear him and only became aware of him when he wraps his arms around her and pulls her back against his hard, muscular body. She struggled a little, but in no way enough to indicate that she really wants to escape. All her effort just means she wriggles back against him and she is satisfied to feel his reaction press against her butt. It had been building since breakfast with light, accidental touches, stolen glances and awkward silences.

He rests his chin on her shoulder and flexes his arms around her in an affectionate hug. "Thanks, Jane. Dinner was great." He tells her and then nuzzles at her neck. She rests on hand on his where they lay clasped over her lower abdomen and curls the other lightly over his head. The stubble on his scalp is rough on the skin of her hand, as his lips are smooth and soft against the skin of her neck.

When he lifts he lips from her neck she turns slightly and angles her face until they find each other's lips. It's a little awkward, but he shifts until they are kissing comfortably. His hands dip a little lower and he presses against her making her moan into his mouth as their tongues explore each other's mouths. She should be freaking out. She's making out with Connor for the love of all that's holy, but instead she can feel her body reacting to his kiss and touch.

Her skin feels tingly and hot. Her nipples are pressing and rubbing against the soft cups of her bra as they harden and expand. She finds herself rubbing her thighs together as her sex opens and moistens. A little gasp escapes her lips and into his mouth as his hands move even lower and cup her crotch with pleasurable pressure. His fingertips stroke her and she is glad for the support of his strong body as little shivers run up her spine and her knees go a little weak.

When he breaks the kiss she takes a moment to catch her breath before telling him: "Why don't you go upstairs? I'll bring up dessert." She suggests. "I didn't think you made any?" He queries. She pats him on the cheek. "I didn't. Think about it, Connor." She explains. "Oh. I see. So, I won't be needed a spoon?." He enquires. She pats his cheek again. "Now you're getting it." She praised him and bumps her butt back against the bulge in his pants. He kisses her neck before he lets her go and she hears him thunder up the stairs.

"Jane, girl, what are you doing?" she asks herself as she finishes cleaning up the kitchen. "Have to remember that." she says to the empty kitchen as she pauses to catch one of the helpful hints on the community television show, before switching off the set. "What you're doing is going up stairs and giving your man some sugar and getting some yourself." She answers her earlier question as she neatly folds and straightens the dishcloth before switching off the kitchen light. She had just referred to Connor King as her man, and it wasn't at all revolting. "Who says being a suburban house wife is dull." She thought and headed for the stairs.

Connor was lying on the bed, in nothing but his boxers. His hands are laced behind his head, a smile plastered on his face as he watches her enter the bedroom. "Hi there, Missus King." He greets her. "Well hello there, Mister King." She quips back as she reaches at her side and slowly pulls the zipper of her dress down. The sound of the zipper is strangely loud and she watches his grin grow as she shrugs the straps of the dress off her shoulders and lets it slide down her body to puddle around her feet.

She likes the way his eyes slide up her body, studying, cataloguing, appraising and appreciating. Her underwear feels suddenly tight and uncomfortable as her body reacts to his desire with desire of her own. She can see the outline of his shaft straining against the button fly of his boxers. The feel of it earlier against her butt and back had been intriguing, now she was simply impressed. He pats the bed next to him in invitation. She points to the spot he had just patted and then to herself and he nods slowly.

She makes a show of contemplating his invitation and then reaches behind her back and undoes her bra and with a shrug of her shoulders lets it fall to the floor. She crawled onto the bed and then worked her way over him on all fours. His hands slide slowly down the side of her ribs, to her waist and then up to the small of her back before cupping her panty-clad ass. His lips find hers and they kiss, tongues dueling. Her nipples scrape across his chest with their movement firing little shocks of sensation into her chest. His hands work their way under the waistband of her panties and he cups the flesh of her ass directly. She moans her satisfaction into his mouth.

She lowers her crotch and trim belly against the long bulge in his boxers and slowly rubs up and down along its length to the rhythm of his fondling hands until he stops squeezing and slide his hands down onto the backs of her thighs, taking her panties along with them. The spread of her legs, as she straddles him, prevents him from getting them further than mid thigh. He struggles with them for a moment and she starts giggling as his fingers tickle the sensitive back of her thighs. Her giggles are punctuated by a yelp of surprise as he rolls her off him and onto her back with a sharp buck and twist of his hips.

His fingers explore her body, looking for other ticklish spots and she is soon wriggling and writhing on the bed, laughing as she tries to get away from his tickling fingers, but she doesn't try too hard. Her laughter dies slowly in stages as his hands become more caressing as he strips her panties off her long legs. She watches as he brings the small, pale blue, lace undergarment to his nose and sniffs deeply before tossing them away. "Vasco? Do you taste as good as you smell?" Connor asks her softly, the back of his fingers lightly running up and down the inside of her thigh. "Why don't you find out." She encourages him, looking down at him and slowly licking her lips. "Don't mind if I do." He informs her before lowering his head to her crotch.

The term "toe-curling" flashed through her mind as he lapped at her and then latched onto her clit with sucking lips and a flicking, swirling tongue. It had been way too long. Her hands find his head. His short hair scraped across her fingers as she massages his scalp and guides his attentions where she wants them, not that he needs much guidance. She looks down at him along the length of her body, alternating between dragging her teeth across her lower lips and sliding her tongue across it as she catalogues and processes his delightful touches and explorations. She never would have pegged Connor as the attentive type, but he definitely seems to know his way around.

He probes her with his tongue, digging deep between her folds and into her slit to collect her freely flowing juices and drawing them up to her clit. He doesn't just suck and lick at the exposed sensitive bundle of nerves, but also uses his teeth and lips to apply pressure to the sheath behind it causing pleasure to cascade through her in building waves of intensity. She can feel her stomach muscles shudder, tensing and relaxing in quick succession as he repeats the process again and again at a steady, unwavering pace. His agile tongue was joined, first by one and then a second of his long thick fingers. His mouth focuses its attention on the sensitive pearl of her exposed clit. His thick fingers saw back and forth into her channel and her sex clenches and clutches against them and her sex grease flows freely onto them.

The small of her back tightens convulsively, making her back bow and she grinds her shoulders into the bed. His other hand slides up over her ribs to find her breast, which he fondles firmly. Thick, but nimble fingers found her nipples and rolled, flicked and tweaked them, drawing soft cries from her as pleasure radiated into her chest making her roll her shoulders to the side and press her breast into his hand. She threw her head back as his sucking mouth sent a hot surge of delectable energy through her and she had a shuddering, quaking mini-climax with her hips bucking her sex hard against his mouth and grinding it there. He slows his pace and the intensity of his touch, letting her back soften slowly and return to the bed as he gently laps at her and his hand simply cups her breast in its warmth. She twitches slightly as stray arches of pleasure play along her nerves while her panting breath slows.

He lifts his after one final kiss to her still-buzzing clit. His lips, chin and cheeks glisten wetly with her juices and he has a huge grin on his face, which he licks with a great show of enjoyment. What he can't reach with his tongue, he collects with his finger, which he then sucks clean with relish. He smacked his lips. "Damn. It's good to be The King." He states, paraphrasing the old Mel Brooks line. "It's not that bad to be Missus King either." Jane said and they both chuckled. She took his hand from her breast and brought it to her lips. She caught her eyes with his and then slowly and deliberately slid his middle finger into her mouth, sucking on it. She slid it back and forth for a moment and then gave him a slow wink. Her body was awake and electrified and she wanted more and feeling his hard, throbbing cock, hot against her leg, she knew he was more than ready to give it to her.

She let his finger slip from her mouth and reached down, cupping both his damp cheeks in her hands. "Come here." She instructed him and gently tugged, guiding him up her body. He shifted, moving forward, his forearms coming to rest on either side of her shoulders, his torso pressing lightly on hers, his hard, smooth chest just barely grazing her hard, swollen nipples, while the tip of his penis rested between her. Moist, open folds as he hovered over her before she pulled his face to hers and into a deep kiss. She tilted her head and so did he, locking their lips as they lightly sucked and nipped at each other before opening their mouths to let their tongues duel and fence in sinuous, sensual exploration. She could taste and smell the spice of. What could only be, her sex on his lips and in his mouth. He lowered more of his weight onto her, flattening her breasts and making her nipples tingle as they scrapped against his skin.

He pressed forward, almost unconsciously as they continued to kiss, his dickhead sliding through her folds and they undulated slowly making murmured sounds of enjoyment at the feel of skin sliding against skin. Jane bent her legs, drawing her knees up, sliding her feet along the covers with prickling friction. The insides of her thighs slid along his tightly muscled and lightly haired outer thigh, spreading them a little further. She let go of his face and let her hands slide over his shoulders, feeling them flex slightly as they shifted together. She ran her hands down his back, testing the hard muscles under his skin with her nails and fingertips. More than once or twice she came across ribbons of slightly raised, but smooth skin, which she recognized as scars that spoke of his less than gentle life. The tip of his cock found her entrance, pressed against it, and then back off. Her hands continued their journey until she could grip the hard, globes of his ass.

He lifted his head and their eyes met. She squeezed his ass as his he thrust, slowly forging his shaft into the tight confines of her snatch, her hips rising slowly to meet his. Her eyes half closed and her head pressed back into the bed with a hitched gasp as he stretched and filled her, burning a fiery trail of sizzling friction along the length of her channel. The taut muscles of his ass cheeks flexed under her hands, as her sex clutched at his thick, long shaft, yet was unable to impede his advance. She heard his breath hiss from between his teeth in a long drawn out grunt and felt it hot against her cheek. They both groaned heavily when his pelvis connected with hers and they ground together. Wild sparks of delightful sensation arched into her belly as her clit mashed against the base of his cock as they writhed together.

He pressed his lips to hers and sucked lightly at her tongue when she opened them before he shifted lower. He nibbled lightly at the line of her jaw as he began to move inside her. He started with shallow strokes, almost just rocking back and forth inside her and then slowly he increased his length, keeping his pace even and steady. Her hips rose and fell to accommodate and accentuate his movements, rolling and rocking when they met to grind against him. His lips planted hot blooms of wet pressure the skin of her neck and shoulders. He told her how beautiful she was; how good she felt and how amazing he thought she was in a low husky voice while he licked at the shell of her ear or nipped at her earlobe and she in turn lavished him with praises and encouragements. She exhaled heavily with each thrust as his driving cock drove wave after wave of pleasure into her and added to the build up of energy that tightened the pit of her stomach. He sped up a little and started to thrust a bit harder and she matched him stroke for stoke, their bodies meeting with a soft slapping noise that made a counterpoint to their groans and moans of enjoyment and appreciation.

A very small, persistent part of her mind, nagged at her that something was wrong, an irritating whisper amongst the roar of sexual gratification that inundated her sense. "How could anything that felt so good be wrong." Jane thought as his dick slid in and out of her tight snatch and his tongue swirled in the hollow at the base of her throat. Their position, although pleasurable, was too restricting and she wanted more. She braced left foot firmly on the bed and rocked her left hip hard up against him in an attempt to roll them and reverse their position, but he rested more of his weight on her and she was pressed back onto the bed. He lifted his head and flashed her a grin and a sassy wink. She dug her nails into her ass for his impudence and was satisfied to see him wince before dragged her nails up his back for good measure.

She repeated her maneuver again and this time he assisted her and she soon found herself on her knees, sitting astride him, his cock buried in a core as she took a moment to adjust to the new angle of his penetration. His hands kneaded her thighs and then slid up to her hips and found her waist in a gentle grip. He gave her some support as she slowly rose up along his length, her intimate flesh dragging along the length of his throbbing, steel-hard shaft. She placed her hands on his chest, splaying her fingers and testing the hard slabs of muscle with her fingertips. His nipples were hard little points, pressing against her palms as she relaxed her thighs and bore down on him to plunge down along his length and she began to ride him, rolling her hips in tight little circles so that he almost corkscrewed in and out of her, caressing every part of her channel.

He used his grip on her waist as leverage and thrust up into her as she pressed down, adding speed and power to the journey of his cock through the tight, but slick and flexing flesh of her pussy. She could feel the energy of her orgasm building, making her body quiver as she strained, with him, to increase it and to contain it at the same time. Her breathing grew faster, just short of actual panting. Her breasts swayed and jiggled, rose and fell, their weight sliding across her skin with her vigorous movements and the shockwaves caused by the impact of them slamming together. She can see the strain of control on his face in the tightness at the edges of his eyes and his gritted teeth and clenched jaw.

With, their pace and rhythm firmly established, his hands leave her hips and slide up her ribcage to capture and maul her swaying breasts. His thumbs roll and flick her nipples and his fingers and palms are hot pressure on her prickly, sensitive skin. She thrust her arms out behind her, her hands finding the point where his thigh meets his knee allowing her to lean back and arch her spine to press the form globes of her breasts into his massaging hands. They are both close. She can feel the tremors inside herself that herald the onslaught of her climax. Their movements grew less exaggerated, their strokes shorter, but faster and with more grinding. She is panting now, fast and sharp, moaning almost continuously as each shift of his hot, rock hard cock inside her driving her closer to the edge. The energy is roiling inside her; testing her; seeking that one moment of weakness that will allow it to rampage through her system. Its siren song is growing more seductively tempting with the erotic energy it continues to gain. She can see him waging the same battle she is, his nostrils flaring and his head pressing back into the bed as they try to stave off the inevitable, yet strive to reach it as well.

She feels their rhythm begin to falter as her some of the pent up energy works its way free and winds into her nervous system, causing muscles to misfire. She can feel him twitch inside her as her sex starts to clench at him sporadically, throwing them further out of sync. His hands leave her breasts and slide around under her arm to clutch at her back and he pulls himself into a sitting position. She gives a heavy groan as his angle inside her changes again and it takes a moment for her to adjust even as they continue to move. He nips and sucks at her shoulder and neck, his strong hands massaged the flexing muscles of her back. His breath is hot against his skin when he raises his head as she works herself up and down his shaft with rolling, rocking hips. Her clit is buzzing continuously and she can feel her control slipping.

With, the support of his arms around her, she was free to hook one of her hands around his neck and guides his mouth to her breast and the nipple that tops it. His stubble scratches her sensitive skin, adding to the myriad of other sensations that are coursing through her. It is his sucking mouth and nipping teeth that finally drive her over the edge. The warm pull of his lips and the sharp pressure of his teeth that he shifts from one nipple to the other seemed to have a direct connection to her snatch, feeding it the energy that pushed her revs over the red line.

She plunged down on him one more time as she felt the ball of energy tighten and contract inside her, giving her a moment of respite and calm from the desperate need which she enjoyed in the darkness behind her closed eyelids. Her world seemed to stand still for that moment as she could feel him throbbing and alive inside her and then her world evaporated in expanding surges of ecstasy. Her eyes flew open and her head snapped back when her spine tensed into a taut bow. A long, drawn out cry ripped from her throat and her sex clamped a death grip around the resistant living-steel shaft of his manhood where it lay buried in her core. Every inch of her skin seemed tingle as every nerve sang with the electric energy of her climax washing through her senses.

She heard him roar, but as if from a long way away, his head straining back against her hand and then she felt him pulsing against the tight confines of her climax-clenched channel in hard jerks that added scalding liquid heat to her own flood of juices. His hips ground up against her as her sex started to ripple around him, milking him, trying to draw him even deeper inside her. Her body shuddered, twitched and quivered as muscles tensed and relaxed in rapid succession as wave after wave of blissful pleasure swept across her sense until they reached saturation and shut down.

Her orgasm eventually ran its course, leaving her drained and limp. She collapsed forward onto his chest, her head on his shoulder and then he collapsed back onto the bed. She whimpered a little at the impact as her sensitive nipples pressed hard into his chest and his shaft shifted inside her. She let her legs slide back, straightening so that she lay draped across, still breathing heavy and boneless. His arms were still lightly wrapped around her, his fingers drawing abstract patterns on her skin and in the thin layer of sweat that covered it. She kissed his neck, tasting the salt of his sweat as she lay on his heaving chest.

She felt nature take its course and he slowly shrank out of her and finally popped free with a groan from both of them. She felt one of his hands slide all the way up to her neck and then he smoothes the damp, blonde curls of her hair that have tumbled into her face. She smiles again his skin and then his hand is lightly grasping her cheek and chin. He guided her face up and lowers his and they share a sweet, languorous kiss with sliding, sucking lips and lightly flicking tongues. She breaks the kiss with a sigh and settles back onto his chest as he releases her. "Wow... Now wasn't that something." He observed. "Yes, I believe, it was." She acknowledged. She can feel his heart beat under her cheek. She feels comfortable and sated and her eyelids feel heavy, the steady thump of his heart and the even rise and fall of his chest, slowly lulling her toward sleep.

"I just had sex with Connor King. Good, great, amazing sex with Connor King." The thought rolled around Jane's drowsy, sex-hazed mind. She examined the thought, tentatively turning it over, trying to pinpoint why it should seem so odd, he was her husband after all. Something wasn't right with that thought either, but what they had done had been more than right. She could still feel echoes of that rightness whispering through her body. Jane sighed again as she feels his hands still on her back still and simply rest warm and comforting, one on her shoulder blade, the other at the small of her back. She feels a light kiss on the top of her head and suddenly all the conjecture feels pointless, so she lets it go and drifts off to blissful sleep.

THE END