Chapter 38

She slid through the bathroom door and leaned against the frame and watched him get ready to shower. “So is this part of my healing therapy?” She walked over to stand behind him and slowly slid her hands up his back; “or is this therapy for the doctor?”

He let out a hiss as her nails scraped down along his spine before cupping his ass. Turning he pulled her in close and captured her lips in a passion laden kiss. “It’s co-therapy darlin.”

As he kissed her she backed to the shower, and reached in with one hand turning the spray on full blast then adjusting the water until it was just the edge of too hot. She swiftly slid her clothes off and stepped into the shower giving Jon a sexy wink. “Well?”

With a grin he quickly divested himself of his clothing and stepped into the shower. He had missed her fun loving nature the last few days; her illness, quietness had taken a lot out of him. Just seeing her grin was replenishing his soul in ways that mere rest couldn’t. He lifted his face to the spray of water letting it soothe tired muscles. Soft moans vibrated in his throat as he felt her gentle hands soaping each inch of his body. His eyes flew open as a fire began to rage along his nerve endings inch by delicious inch as she began to lick along each leg up towards the crease of his ass then upwards along the defined muscles of his back.

He turned then dipping his head to capture her lips in a kiss only to have the kiss stalled by one slender finger. “It’s my turn to take care of you love, and your turn to just receive.” She smiled as she pressed herself closer, her breasts rubbing gently over his furred chest as she slowly slid down to her knees, her tongue flickering like lightning over each nipple then lower, to butterfly against his navel. His fingers tangled gently into her hair as low guttural moans escaped him. “You’re going to drive me insane like that. You call that therapy?”

She laughed softly, her breath warm as it brushed over his skin. “Oh yes, the best kind of therapy Stud.”

He lost contact with time as his brain turned to mush the lower her lips moved. His hips bucked against her as her tongue flicked out to tease the rim, before sliding down the length of his engorged cock head. Taking him in completely, she swallowed slightly and hummed, the sensation vibrating against his satin hardness and eliciting a soft cry. She continued the slow pace of in then out until he thought he’d burst then she’d stop a moment only to blow a soft cooling breath over his cock, her hand sliding up to tweak first one nipple then the other. Just as his breathing would start to return to normal he’d feel a gentle scraping of a nibble and her magic throat would begin to vibrate around his hardness again.


She reached up and cupped his sac lightly as hummed deep in her throat again. It was more than Jon could take and he exploded. Swallowing each and every drop of his salty goodness she slowly stood and finished bathing him as he leaned back against the shower wall, his knees like butter and his mind still whirling. After rinsing him off; she leaned back under the hot water and quickly washed and rinsed then turned the water off. Pulling a towel she patted him dry then wrapped it around his waist before drying off herself.

As she stepped from the shower his eyes opened to watch her movements. As she bent over to dry her legs his breath hitched slightly and he pushed off the wall and stepped from the shower. When she straightened she found herself caught up in his arms and carried to the bed. “Therapy’s not over yet,” he uttered as he placed her upon the bed and settled himself at her feet. Lifting one shapely leg he began to nibble starting at the ankle and working his way higher. His supple fingers calloused from years of playing the strings teased and fluttered over skin flushing with heat.

He dipped his head lower, his tongue sliding along the inner leg before teasing her moist core. She began to moan, her fingers twisting into the sheets as he nibbled and teased up and down along her drenched nether lips. Like a man parched from being in the desert too long, he licked and suckled each precious drop before his lips began to glide up over her belly to finally tease and bite down gently upon one nipple then the next. As his lips found purchase with his, he slid his hard length home; her hips arching up frantically to take him in completely.

He braced himself above her, one hand on each side of her head as his tongue plundered the inside of her mouth. He continued to drive into her, her whimpers spurring him to move faster. His hands reached under her and pulled her up as he reared back, plunging so deep she cried out as her inner walls clenched around him. Laying her back down he pounded into her furiously as she spiraled higher. With her name on his lips they both shattered, their climaxes overtaking them and sending them into oblivion.

Slumping against her, his sweat slicked body molding to hers, he breathed in deeply as he felt her relax against him and fall into a deep sleep. He closed his eyes and smiled as his mind replayed the last minutes. She was back, she was normal, and he felt complete again.


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He heard the thumping coming from the bedroom and it worried him. For the most part the room had been nearly silent in the week that had followed bringing Amelia back home. Sure there had been a few tense moments, like the night she had went after MacLeod. He had heard more than one or two moments of her screaming like a banshee, but there had never seemed to be any violence going on.

He knew Kidd had told him to stay out, but he was worried. He remembered his own moments of needing help, of rehab; and although he knew they couldn’t clean her up that way he couldn’t help but wonder how much magic Kidd could work with just his love.

Standing quietly, he padded to the door of his room and out, intent to check on the two of them and intervene if need be. With stealth that would make a spy proud he opened the door enough to look inside. He watched as she closed her eyes in sleep and his best friend smiled that crooked smile of his. He couldn’t help but grin as he recognized that cat that got the canary grin.

“Enjoy the show bro?” a gruff soft voice cracked.

Richie’s eyes got wider if possible at being caught. “I, um, I thought I heard a fight Kidd, was coming to help. Honest,”

Jon’s chest vibrated as he laughed softly. “Don’t think I need any help here bro.”

“Although the idea sounds tempting Sambo, I think we might have to turn down that offer,” a soft and amused feminine voice piped in as startling green eyes winked over at Richie. Jon rolled over and propped his arms behind his head and he guffawed loudly as he watched the man he had called bro for twenty five years.

Richie’s cheeks flushed pink, an unusual occurrence at best, as he realized that not only had Jon caught him, but Amelia too was back and was quite aware of his being there. “Ahhh so you’re um, ok then, well that’s good, that’s really good, I’ll just go tell Adam and um um, Duncan yeah Duncan and Helene and…” Richie’s voice faded off as the door was shut quickly. He could hear their soft laughter as he clumped down the hallway to alert everyone that not only was Red back, but she was all the way back, wicked humor and all.

As they listened to Richie clump very loudly off down the hall, Amelia with a wicked grin on her face said, "Ya know we need a lock on that door Stud, AND another shower."

Jon reached over and brushed a strand of hair from her eyes. "I'll fix the lock later, as to the shower, it can wait for later too." He pulled her close too him, his arms tightening, "right now though, all I want is to sleep for a few minutes next to the most amazing woman on the earth."

With a soft sigh she snuggled close too him and closed her eyes. Come to think of it that was a mighty nice idea.