Chapter 119

Sara sat down and cut a mouthful of fluffy omelette as Jon turned to get his own plate. She chewed slowly, savouring the cheese and herbs, then looked at him with a smile.

“I don’t know what Richie was talking about, saying you couldn’t cook. This is delicious.”

“Thanks, babe, but Richie was right. I can cook about two things - he’s the one who can really cook.”

Looking at him, Sara couldn’t contain a giggle at the way he spoke about his friend, and Jon looked at her curiously.

“What?”

“Nothing. It’s just……well, when Linda and I were talking at the show, she’d said how a lot of fans call you and Richie the old married couple. That’s just what you sounded like!” She tilted her head with a cheeky grin. “Is there something I should know?”

Jon looked at her for a second, then crossed his eyes, sticking out his tongue. “No. Rich really isn’t my type, crazy lady.”

“Oh, good. I didn’t want to have to hurt him.”

Jon just laughed at her. “Eat your breakfast, hussy!”

They finished off the omelettes and Sara poured more coffee while Jon dumped the dishes and pan into a dishwasher.

“What were you doing over there with your laptop?” He asked suddenly.

“Oh, yeah. I was looking at the photos I took for you, trying to figure out if any of them would work in here.”

“Let me see, then.”

Walking across to the couch, Jon sat himself down while Sara grabbed the laptop, then she sat down close to him, laptop balanced on her knees as she opened up the folder again.

“I saved them in color and also as black and whites.” She explained as she clicked into slideshow mode. “Sometimes I think stuff looks better in black and white. More striking, and it doesn’t matter what colors are in the room.”

As the photos flicked over the screen, Jon shook his head admiringly. “These are beautiful, Sara. I love that one.”

Immediately, Sara hit pause, and the image froze on the screen - a haunting picture of mist rising from a valley, black, leafless trees silhouetted perfectly against the pale sky. Sara was right. In black and white, the photograph was far more striking than it would have been in color, and Jon turned to kiss her cheek.

“You really are very, very good, baby.”

“Thank you.” She lifted the laptop and held it out to him. “Can you take this a second - I need to go grab a pen and paper.”

“Sure.”

While Sara ran off to the bedroom to find her bag, Jon carried on clicking through pictures, grinning when he hit one in particular, and pausing it on the screen while he waited for Sara to come back. He was still gazing at the photograph when she returned.

“I want this one, for the bedroom.” He said, and waited until she was sitting next to him before he turned the screen to face her.

“Jon, no! You don’t want that printed!”

“Yes, I do.” He said firmly. “I love it, Sara, and it reminds me of getting you back.”

The picture on the screen was one of the few Jon had taken on the Cornish clifftop, Sara with her hair blowing to one side, laughing at him. While she wasn’t keen on it, purely because it was a picture of herself, Sara had to admit that it was a good photograph. Jon clearly knew what he was doing with a camera, and the overall composition of the shot was pleasing, crisp and sharply focused. She looked at him, seeing the expression in his eyes, and she knew she could never refuse him when he was looking at her that way.

“If you really want it, then I guess so.” She said quietly, and Jon grinned.

“I do.” He pulled her closer, kissing her, then handed back the laptop with a pleased smile. “So what else do you have for me, then?”

She showed him the other photos she’d taken for him, and together they picked out enough to furnish the apartment with prints. Sara noted down the filenames of the photos they’d chosen, then she closed down the laptop and laid it on the floor.

“I feel so lazy.” She murmured, stretching her arms above her head. “It’s almost noon, and I’m not dressed yet. Come to think of it, I’m not even showered yet.”

“Yeah, well, sometimes a lazy day is good for you.”

With that, Jon grabbed her, pulling her on top of him as he lay back on the couch, Sara nestled on his body and his arms wrapped around her. Submitting contentedly, Sara burrowed her face against his chest until his robe parted enough to let her lay her head on his bare chest, sighing happily as she lay there. They lay together like that, not dozing, but just enjoying each other’s presence, Jon occasionally squeezing his arms a little tighter and Sara responding by rubbing her head against his chest, never a word spoken. And then the phone rang.

Jon groaned, but didn’t move, and Sara shifted onto her stomach, looking up at him.

“Aren’t you going to answer that?”

“Let the machine get it, baby.”

When the machine clicked on, they heard Richie’s voice, sounding more subdued than Sara had ever heard him.

“Jon? Where the hell are ya? I’ve been calling your cell all morning. Anyway, hopefully you’re there, ‘cause we’re on our way over. Be there in about forty minutes. Bye.”

Sara pushed herself up higher. “Is Richie okay? He sounded strange.”

“Yeah, babe, he’s fine. He hates answerphones. I’d better call him back - I think I told him yesterday to come over for lunch. Maybe I should cancel.”

“Don’t be silly - he’s already on his way. We can be ready before he gets here.” She thought a second. “Actually, he said ‘we’, didn’t he. Wonder if he means Linda?”

“Probably. I’d love to lie here under you all day, darlin’, but I guess you’d better let me up so I can go find my phone.”

They untangled themselves and got off the couch, Sara picking up their coffee mugs in one hand and taking them over to the kitchen, dumping them into the dishwasher. While she was there, she opened the fridge, seeing that when Jon had listed what he had there, he’d really meant that was all the food there was.

“Um, Jon? Were you intending eating here, or going out? The cupboard’s a little bare.”

“Guess we’ll be going out then. I only cook for you, anyway.”

“There’s a deli a few doors down, right? I’ll take a quick shower then walk down and get some stuff.” Sara offered as she closed the fridge and walked over to Jon.

“I was more thinking we could take a long, slow shower together.” He grinned, and Sara giggled.

“Okay.” She agreed without hesitation. “I’ll just have to run to the deli.” She jumped up the few stairs, then looked down at Jon with a cheeky grin. “Race you to the shower!”

“No fair - you had a start!”

He caught her before she was even halfway to the bedroom, reaching out a hand to grab the back of her belt, pulling her back against him.

“You cheated.” He breathed in her ear, nipping at the lobe as she squirmed against him.

“I know I did. But you still caught me.”

“Somehow,” he chuckled, “I got the feeling you weren’t trying very hard to get away.”

“True. Come on - we gotta shower, or Richie’ll be here!”

Laughing, Jon pushed her along the hallway and into the bedroom. The white robes only just made it into the bathroom, ending up on the floor just inside the door as they kissed their way to the shower.

“Dammit! Shampoo!” Sara exclaimed, pulling away from Jon.

“There’s shampoo here.” He told her, but she was already heading out into the bedroom.

“I want the chocolate stuff.” She called back, leaving Jon shaking his head as he stepped into the shower and turned on the water.

When she came back, carrying two bottles, Sara peered into the huge, sunken tub with interest before joining Jon in the steamy shower.

“Is that a jacuzzi tub?” She asked, and Jon nodded.

“Yeah. Now, c’mere and let me get you all wet.”

Sara faked a shocked look, but Jon laughed as he dragged her toward him, under the spraying water.

“Oh, is that what you meant?” She asked innocently, and Jon grinned down at her.

“Not exactly.” He bent his head to kiss her, then stopped suddenly. “Hell. I was going to call Richie, wasn’t I?” A fast, hard kiss that took her breath away. “Hold that thought, darlin’. I’ll be right back.”

Jon darted out of the shower, and Sara heard his voice a few moments later as he talked to Richie. She looked for shower gel, but couldn’t see any, and she couldn’t be bothered going out of the warmth again to get her own. There was a bar of soap on the shelf, and she picked it up, sniffing it and finding that the barely-there scent smelled just like Jon, and she worked the soap into a lather on her body while she waited for him to come back.

When he finished talking to Richie, Jon dropped his phone on the bed and headed back to Sara, finding her standing in the shower, her body slick with soap and bubbles. The room was filling with steam, and Jon quickly stepped into the shower with her, pulling her across to him.

“Where were we again?”

“Right about here.” Sara replied, tugging his mouth onto hers, and Jon spread his hands on her back, feeling her slide against him, the soap lubricating her skin.

He could clearly feel her moving against his chest, her nipples hard and ripe, in stark contrast to the softness of her breasts, and he dropped from her mouth to take a nipple between his lips, ignoring the bitter taste of soap as he sucked her into his mouth. Sara moaned, reaching a hand down his body, feeling for his stiffening cock as Jon pressed her backward, toward the wall.

As her soap-slicked fingers closed around him, Jon grinned around her nipple, pulling up again to kiss her mouth, hearing Sara’s squeak of protest at the taste of soap, but both his hands came up to knead her breasts, silencing her mild objection. They were close enough to the wall that they were out of the spraying water, but the coating of soap on Sara’s body let her slide easily against the tiled wall, and she bent her knees, slithering down the wall until she was level with Jon’s crotch, looking up at him with those innocent brown eyes as she licked slowly along the length of his erect cock.

“Jesus….” he muttered as she licked again before wrapping her lips around the tip of him, her tongue stroking slowly across him. “You look so damned angelic, but………oh, ohhhhh fuuuuck…” His voice faded to a moan as she moved closer, taking him deep, and he felt the constriction on the head of his cock as she half-swallowed, tightening her throat on him.

Jon slammed his hands onto the tiles fighting for support - or control, he wasn’t sure which - then Sara pulled back, working her tongue on him for a moment, then taking him all the way again. His thighs trembling, Jon took one hand off the wall, grabbing at her hair to pull her away, dragging her to her feet again as he gasped.

“Hussy.” He growled, and Sara giggled as his tongue pushed her lips apart, her fingers still stroking him while they kissed.

One hand nudged between her thighs, pushing her legs apart, then Jon could feel the slick wetness that had nothing to do with the soap, groaning as he thrust two fingers deep into her, the heel of his hand pressing against her clit, making Sara moan. After only seconds, Jon slid his hand away, his fingers replaced by harder, more demanding flesh as he slowly drove his cock inside instead.

The slick soap stopped him getting a grip on her ass, his hands sliding so that he growled again, his frustration making him slam her against the wall harder, Sara crying out as he crushed her against the tiles. His mouth was on her throat now, and Sara had one hand knotted in his hair, the other driving fingernails into the bunching muscle of his ass as his hips moved rhythmically against her. Jon’s hands were on her shoulders, holding her down onto him, and she heard his guttural moan as the hot rush spread inside her, then she couldn’t think of anything as she came, too, her head smacking hard against the wall, but the pain was overtaken by the pleasure, and that pleasure was intensified by the sound of Jon helplessly groaning her name.