(*Warning* - This chapter is decidedly NC17, if you are under 18 or you don't like that kind of thing, then don't go any further. It can pretty much be summed up in five words. John and Grace get down. The next chapter I think will pick it up without too many missing gaps. Also, I must add that I was fairly heavily inspired by a scene in a Buffy episode - Season Four - Who Are You? If you see any similarities, they are entirely not co-incidental. [Except that now Faith reminds me of Grace, but that's another story.] Anyway, without further ado....)
John is almost beside himself by the time they make it to the Salem Inn. Grace's hands have been on an exploration mission in the car and as they walk into the lobby, he finds himself feeling extremely uncomfortable. Thankfully, it's only dimly lit and the lone desk clerk seems more interested in his game of Snood than in the couple returning from dinner.
"Elevators, Doc," John tries to detach Grace from his neck, but she only giggles, the vibration of her lips against his skin serving to exacerbate his arousal almost painfully. He manages to hit the button to call the elevator before he pulls her fully into his arms and searches out her lips with his own.
Her kiss is unusually demanding and passionate as she wraps her arms around his neck. John groans again as he feels her tongue dart across his lips and he barely hears the ring announcing the arrival of the elevator behind them.
Somehow, they manage to get through the door of the carriage before it closes and John pushes Grace up against the wall. He reaches out blindly and hopes what he hits is the button for the fourth floor. One hand knits into her hair, which is starting to fall out of its clips, while the other slides down the bare skin of her back until it meets with fabric.
He moves against her as they continue to kiss and Grace moans slightly as his tongue enters her mouth possessively. She can't think of much more than the way he feels against her, how much his touch turns her on and how much she wants to have him at her mercy.
The elevator shudders to a halt as John's hands continue to drive her wild and they are so caught up in each other that neither of them notices when the doors slide effortlessly open.
"Disgusting!" John freezes as he hears the voice and he looks over his shoulder at the old woman staring at him from the corridor. "You could at least take the lady somewhere decent, young man."
"Uh..." John's hand descends down Grace's arm and takes her hand. "We were just on our way..."
The old woman narrows her rheumy eyes and then shakes her head. "Young people these days... no sense of decorum..."
She shakes her head and shuffles into the elevator while John and Grace exit and she is still muttering to herself as the door closes.
Grace simply looks at John and bursts into a torrent of giggles. John has to practically support her as she leans against him and throws her head back, the laughter coming throaty and loud. He grins as she laughs and thinks that he hasn't heard her laugh like that for a long time. A long, long time.
He says nothing however as he leads her down the corridor to his room and fishes out the key from his pocket. As he twists the key in the lock, he feels Grace come up behind him and she wraps her arms around his neck.
"I want you to fuck me," she whispers. It's almost inaudible, but it has the effect of jumpstarting John's heart and every other part of his anatomy. He turns his head to look at her, not at all sure what has gotten into her tonight but not sure he doesn't like it either. "What?" she loosens her arms and John turns around.
"I...." he shakes his head. "You're just different tonight, Doc."
"Is that a bad thing?" A slow smile steals over her lips as she tugs at his tie. It had been loosened in the car and now she undoes it and pulls it slowly from under his collar. "I wouldn't want to get predictable now, would I?"
"Oh, you're anything but predictable baby."
He opens the door behind him and they enter the room. Grace drops John's tie and her purse on the desk and looks around the room with a small smile.
Perfect.
"Do you want a drink, Doc?" John asks with a hint of nervousness as he motions at the mini-bar. "Or I could call room service for a bottle of champagne?"
"Ummm...," she turns to him, her face shadowed in the soft light. Raising her eyebrows, she steps towards him. "Didn't I just tell you what I want?"
"Uh...." John is fast losing all sense of reasoning as she approaches him, the intent on her face obvious. "I'm sorry...." he says awkwardly. "I don't know what's wrong with me. For some reason, I feel as though this is like a first time..." he shakes his head in frustration. "I know... it sounds stupid...."
"It *sounds* like you're talking *way* too much to me..." she says in a husky voice as she slips her hands under the lapels of his jacket. "What I have in mind for tonight doesn't involve a whole lot...." she pushes the jacket off over his broad shoulders and looks up at him provocatively, "...of talking."
"Oh, Doc," he reaches up to pull the clips from her hair as she unbuttons his shirt. He loosens her hair with his fingers and he smiles as it tumbles down to her shoulders. At the same time, Grace slides her hands inside his half-open shirt and lets her fingers explore the unfamiliar terrain of John's chest. Quickly, he removes the shirt and then pulls her to him. "You're quite a woman, you know that?" he grins.
"Oh yes, I do know that," she nods as she pulls him over to the bed.
She glides one hand up through the coarse hair that covers his chest, her eyes heavy lidded as they follow her exploration. However John interrupts her as she reaches his shoulder and he pulls off his shirt. Licking her lips, Grace gazes at him appreciatively, her eyes taking in the broadly muscled chest and strong arms. She's definitely going to enjoy herself tonight and she's going to show John Black the time of his life. The poor fool isn't even going to know what hit him.
"Why don't you tell me..." she lowers herself onto the bed and lays back on her elbows, looking up at him seductively. "....what you want to do John?"
"Uh," John swallows as he looks down at her. "I don't get it Doc..."
"Oh come on John," she's getting a little frustrated with his unwillingness to play along with her. "We've been apart for weeks now. Don't tell me you haven't dreamt about making love to me, that you haven't fantasized about it." She pushes herself up until she is kneeling on the bed in front of him and she smiles wickedly as she fastens her fingers around the buckle of his belt. "So tell me what you want to do to this body. Tell me what kind of games you want to play, baby."
"No games Doc," John shakes his head as he climbs onto the bed next to her and takes her hand in his. "This isn't about games and I don't understand why you feel the need to make this into something less than what it should be."
Grace feels distinctly uncomfortable with his obvious display of affection and she swallows with difficulty. It’s been making her more and more unnerved as the evening has worn on and this is about as much as she can take of it. She is too used to getting her own way to let anyone else get theirs. And besides, he wants to make love to *Marlena* and Grace will not have that.
She pulls her hand back from his angrily and narrows her eyes. "*I'm* making it less?" she shoots back before she shakes her head. "*Damn* you John Black!" Abruptly she gets up from the bed and grabs her purse from the desk.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?" John 's totally thrown by her sudden change in mood and it is just enough to strain the last remnant of good temper he's been holding onto. Something has to give here and it's not going to be him.
He sprints to the door and gets there before she does, blocking her exit from the room. "I asked you where you think you're going," he repeats angrily.
"Home!" her eyes flare with indignation as she faces him.
"What the fuck is wrong now?" he shakes his head in confusion. "I don't get it."
"So? Tell someone who gives a damn!" She tries to push past him to the door but he pushes her up against the wall, gripping her wrists in his fingers.
"Marlena, I *swear* you're going to drive me crazy with all this changing your mind crap. But I know one thing and that's that you are *not* leaving here tonight."
"Oh? And who says?" she pushes against him with all her strength, but he is too strong for her and just to make her a little more at his mercy, he pins her hands above her head.
"*I* say," he growls as he leans in towards her.
Grace's breath falters in her throat as his lips hover just out of reach of hers and she closes her eyes almost against her will.
"Damn you," she whispers right before he takes her lips with his own. Groaning as he pushes up against her, her lips part and his tongue forces it's way into her mouth, demanding submission from her. She struggles momentarily, but it is futile. He has her right where he wants her and what's more, she's enjoying it far too much to make him stop. John doesn't even notice as her purse drops to the ground with an audible thud.
"I won't let you leave Doc," he murmurs. "Not now, not ever." He doesn't wait for her reply, but draws his lips across her jaw and down the side of her neck. Grace's breathing quickens as he sucks on the tender skin of her throat before travelling on down to her collarbone and drifting his mouth across to the hollow of her throat with a tender caress.
"Sure of yourself, aren't you?" She gasps as he bites her, not quite as gently as she might have expected.
"Not where you're concerned, lady," he answers with a gruff voice as he works his way back up to her mouth. "You keep me guessing daily."
"John," she pants as he moves his body against her again. It's a rolling movement that starts with his hips and she can feel the hardness that signifies his need for her. "Oh God, I want you."
"I want you too Doc," he gives her a taste of his kiss and then pulls away. "But not just your body, baby. I want your heart and your soul too. I don't want to have to play any games with you. Not now."
"All right," Grace nods breathlessly as she looks at him, his blue eyes endless, like a world of ocean. "No more games." For now. She adds silently. She doesn’t really care what he wants or what he thinks will happen. All she wants now is one thing and she will say whatever he wants to hear in order to get it.
"That's my girl," John loosens his grip on her hands and slowly moves his palms down her arms.
Grace's nose flares slightly as she lowers her hands to his chest and she slides them down over his taut abdomen. With almost frightening flair, she has his pants unbuckled and undone before she lets them drop around his ankles.
John kicks them away as he feels her mouth on his neck and he groans as he her tongue snakes over his hot skin. His hands desperately slide down over the gold fabric of her dress and skim her hips as she sucks on his skin in steadily growing and arousing intensity. Her hands slip inside the waistband of his boxers and she removes them as he grabs handfuls of her dress and yanks the skirt upwards.
"Oh God John," she leans back against the wall as his hands dive under her skirt and his eyes widen as he discovers that she is already sans lingerie. "John..." her voice is breathy and desperate as her hands, which are on his hips, try and pull him closer. " I need you. *Please*."
She hooks one slender leg around his warm thigh and John grasps her jaw between demanding fingers and kisses her brutally. He wants her so badly that he's almost afraid that he'll hurt her in his urgency, but every move she makes only incites him until he can hardly control himself.
He curls one hand down under her thigh and lifts her leg higher. "Doc," he groans as he drives forward. "Oh Doc, oh baby."
Grace cries out as she feels him enter her and her teeth seize the tender flesh beneath them. John feels the sharp pain where she bites his jaw and it is followed a second later by the feeling of her nails digging into his shoulders.
It *should* be painful, and in some ways it is, but mostly it is torturously exquisite as she rakes her fingers over his back, leaving parallel red welts in her wake.
Grace whimpers as he thrusts into her, forcing her back against the wall, one hand still under her thigh, one now in her hair. He smothers the noise that issues from her mouth with his own and he kisses her hungrily as they start to move together.
Grace can hardly keep her senses about her as John slams her against the wall again and again. She had forgotten that sex could be this good. Indeed, she's not sure that it *has* ever been this good. All she knows is she wants more.
Binding her arms tightly around his neck, she levers herself upwards slightly and lifts her other leg. John adjusts his position slightly and helps her so that she can wrap her legs around him. The gold foil of her dress rustles as John grinds her against the wall again and Grace cries out loudly.
Grinning, John drops his face to her neck again and inhales her familiar scent before he draws his tongue across the tender skin. There's something immensely reassuring about her fragrance and he immediately finds himself even more aroused than he had been a moment before.
"Oh God Doc," he growls before he kisses her again. "I love you so much. Don't ever leave me again."
Grace says nothing, she's too busy concentrating on the rising tide of her orgasm and it hits her even before John has finished his plea. Her cry is anything but muted as John thrusts into her; giving her all the pleasure he can without going too far himself.
When her body finally relaxes, she opens her eyes, astonishment registering quite plainly. John grins again and shifts his hands further under her buttocks so that he is supporting her and he carries her across to the bed.
He lowers himself onto the bed so that he is sitting, and she uncrosses her legs from around his waist and tucks her legs under her so that she is kneeling. She gives him a delicious smile as she shakes her head, her golden hair falling around her shoulders. "Ready for some fun baby?" she asks as she reaches to her side and unzips her dress.
John watches her, rapt, and he nods. Grace reaches up and uses one hand to brush her hair out of the way, but suddenly John's hands are in the mix and he is holding her hair for her. Smiling, she undoes the halter-neck of her dress and holds the front to her as the straps fall over her wrist.
"You never told me what you wanted to do to me John," she whispers as she leans forward and flicks her tongue across his earlobe. "Do you wanna fuck me baby? You wanna come inside me while I'm screaming your name?"
"Jesus Doc!" John groans as she moves her hips slightly and her grin widens. She has him right where she wants him now. "Hmmm?" she tightens her knees against his hips and slides her tongue inside his ear in a move that sends John's senses reeling. "You wanna tie me up baby? Is that your fantasy, fucking me while I'm tied to the bed?" She moves again on his lap and John groans though he's not sure whether it's the way she's moving or her words. Or both. "You could do anything you wanted to me, I'd be at your mercy..."
"Marlena!" John has to force himself to push her back.
"What?" her mouth is curled into a mischievous and sensuously lazy grin and it is all John can do not to kiss her. "Have some fun baby, let your imagination go wild, I know it can." She looks across at the wall where they had been only minutes before and then back at him. "It's just a game, honey."
"I told you," he delves his hand under her dress and skims upwards with the lightest of touches. "No games. Not tonight."
"Why not?" she raises her arms and lets him remove the dress. He tosses it on the floor and then moves his hands slowly down her arms as though memorising the feel of her skin under his touch. His pulse pounds in his throat as he looks at her and he knows that his nervousness stems from the feeling that even as he's holding her, she's slipping through his fingers.
"Because I love *you*," he says softly. "And I want to make love to *you*, not some fantasy in my head. I don't know why I have to explain this to you, Marlena. I really am at a loss here..."
"You talk too much," Grace's laughter covers her anger at his response and without a moment's hesitation; she pushes him down on the bed.
"Doc..." he tries to get up again, but she pins his wrists to the bed with strong hands.
"Shut up John," she says as she leans over to kiss him.
John's eyes close as she begins to move atop him, her hips rotating in incredible circles and then he feels her tongue on his chest and he opens his eyes to see a silken waterfall of blonde hair trailing over his shoulders. A moment later, he lets out a yelp of pain as her teeth fasten on his nipple. But the pain quickly fades as she starts to work her tongue around it and his own hips begin to echo her moves.
Lifting her head from him, Grace sits upright and rocks her hips faster as John joins in. He is quite gorgeous as she watches him try and restrain himself. His chiselled chest is rising and falling swiftly with each breath he takes and she can see the tiny muscle that quivers in his cheek as he concentrates on the pleasure she is giving him. At this moment she can see why Marlena was so enamoured of this man. If it weren’t for the thousand and one reasons why she hates him and why Stefano would kill her if she got involved with John, she might actually be tempted. But as it is.... she has this one night to avail herself of his substantial charms before she hits him with her parting gift...
Releasing her grip on his wrists, she throws her head back, lifting her hands to rake her fingers through her hair.
John looks up at her in amazement, watching her as she moves. She's so beautiful he can barely believe she is his. And he came so close to losing her... He slides his hands up her thighs and over her hips until they rest against the small of her back and then with practiced ease, he flips her over so that she is suddenly beneath him. Grace opens her eyes in shock and he sees a flicker of annoyance cross her expression. Before she can express it, however, he kisses her.
Still moving his hips with hers, he works his way down her throat and over her chest until he reaches her breasts. He loves her breasts. Well, he loves every single part of her beautiful body, but he loves her breasts especially. His tongue latches onto one of her nipples and Grace cries out loudly as he begins to suck at it in time with their lovemaking. The combined feeling of him, hard and urgent inside her and his mouth hot and insistent on her skin is enough to drive her to a second climax and she screams his name as her hips strain beneath him. He continues to move against her as her moans quieten and almost immediately she is moving with him again.
John is caught unawares as she pushes him and he rolls over so that she is on top of him again. Grinning wickedly, she looks down at him. "I can't be the only one having all the fun now, can I?" she points out prettily. John can only shake his head as her fingernails edge across his chest, creating trails of fire in his skin.
And her hips rock against his and her thumbs brush his nipples only to be replaced by her insistent mouth again and again. He groans loudly and his hands grope blindly for hers.
"Oh God, Doc...." he moans as he thrusts wildly into her.
" John..." her fingers slide between his and their palms meet as she tightens around him. "Yeah, that's it baby.... tell me... tell me how good it feels."
"Oh," he pants, unable to verbalize much of anything at all. "Oh fuck...."
Grace might have laughed if she wasn’t so caught up in how incredibly ecstatic this was feeling. "You feel so good Doc," he tightens his grip on her hands as he opens his eyes and finds hers. "So damn good..."
"Come with me John," she urges breathlessly. "I want to feel you come inside me." Her hips grind against him relentlessly and John is groaning uncontrollably now. " Tell me John," she demands vehemently. "I want you to tell me how it feels when you come."
"Oh God, Doc," the provocative tone of her voice, combined with the way she is moving against him is just too much and he drives forcefully into her as he comes. "Marlena, oh God, Marlena."
Moving with him, Grace achieves her third orgasm as he comes inside her, and her cries mingle with his for what seems to her like an eternity.
Finally, she slides off him, exhausted and hot and John gathers her into his arms. He buries his face in her hair and inhales for a long moment as she takes deep breaths. He doesn't know why, but he still feels uneasy. In fact, he feels worse than he did earlier on today and he can't shake the feeling that this is all just *wrong*. And that if he doesn't figure it out soon, everything is going to crash down around his ears.