Energizers

It was a Tuesday night early in July. Jack and Claire were on the couch in her living room. Letterman was doing his monologue. Claire sat with her elbow resting against the arm of the sofa. Jack had placed one of the throw pillows on her lap, and rested on his side, facing the television, head in her lap. She toyed with his hair absent-mindedly as they watched the talk show. They had sent a jury out on a difficult case the previous afternoon, and had been surprised to learn just after lunch that the jury had come in. Guilty.

As a reward, Adam had ordered them from the building at four in the afternoon. They left Jack's motorcycle in the office parking garage. It was no longer necessary for them to hide their relationship. They had become engaged the previous month, and it was common knowledge.

Winning a challenging case always got their adrenaline pumping, but they had been forced to crawl through Manhattan at a snail's pace, thanks to road-work and the beginnings of rush hour traffic. It had been maddening. They had been thrilled to finally arrive at Claire's place She had barely set the deadbolt before Jack had grabbed her, and turned her to him. Pulling her close, he lifted her off her feet and carried her down the hall to her bedroom.

At the foot of her bed, he set her down. He removed her suit coat before pulling up her skirt and bending down to remove her panties. When he stood he began to undo the buttons of her blouse, and she reached for his belt and fly. His pants fell to his ankles, and he bent over to remove them, and his shoes. He picked her up again and lay her gently back upon the bed. He positioned himself between her parted thighs, she pushed his boxers down and he thrust slowly forward. They moaned in unison, as if on cue, when he slid into her. He lay quietly above her for a few moments, enjoying the feeling of his head swimming with the pleasure of being inside her, feeling her throbbing around him as she pulled him down for a kiss in which they were soon completely lost.

After a few moments of deep kissing and caressing of flesh, Jack began to pull out, and then thrust forward again, doing this over and over, very slowly. Claire always experienced bliss indescribable the first few times Jack thrust in and out of her when they made love, and this time was no different. It was like he was pulling her desire for him out of her with each thrust and subsequent withdrawal, and she loved it. Very shortly, Jack began to move faster, with Claire's encouragement, and soon, their cries of satisfaction rang through the silent room.

When their breathing slowed, Jack rolled away. Claire turned to her side, and propped her head up by resting her elbow on the bed and her head in her hand. Smiling down at him, she suddenly burst into laughter. As usual, the sound of her musical laughter was contagious, and soon he was laughing just as hard as she, though he wasn't quite sure why.

"What?" he queried.

"What a sight we must make!" she wheezed through her giggles. "Look at us: you've got your shirt on and buttoned, your boxers are hanging about your thighs, and you're socks are on! As for me, my blouse is only partially unbuttoned, my bra is still on, my skirt is pushed up around my waist, and I'm still wearing my heels for god's sake!"

He took in their appearance and his laughter grew louder. "You're right!" he exclaimed. "We look ridiculous!"

When their laughter had subsided, Claire asked, "You hungry? Because if you can wait a while, I have a pot roast I can cook."

"Sounds great," he said, "And I've got an idea of what we can do while it's cooking."

"Yeah? What's that?"

"You'll see...." he hedged.

"Dammit!" she exclaimed, voice still light with laughter. "You know I hate it when you do that!"

"Patience is a virtue, my love," he told her.

"And lust is a sin," she countered. "Do they cancel each other out?"

"Smart-ass," he said, and then groaned when she had slapped him lightly on the chest." "Ouch! You know...one of these days you're going to have to stop physically abusing me."

"But I thought you liked it rough?"

"C'mon" he said when they stopped laughing. "Go start dinner and I'll work on the pre-meal entertainment. But don't come back here until I come to get you. I want it to be a surprise."

"Uh-oh...now I'm in trouble...."

"Oh...shut up and get out of here."

"Fine...I see how it is," she said, feigning hurt feelings, sticking her lower lip out. "I'm getting my ass kicked out of my own bedroom. A lesser woman might have a problem with that."

"Lucky for me I've got you and not a lesser woman."

Jack got up from the bed then, and pulled his boxer shorts up. When he turned to Claire, he caught her staring in the general direction of his rear end.

"Were you just staring at my ass?" he asked.

"And if I was....what are you going to do about it?"

"I'll think of something," he said as she got up and walked into her bathroom. She fixed her skirt and re-buttoned her blouse on her way. Jack was buttoning his pants when she came out of the bathroom, and kicked off her shoes.

"I'll be in the kitchen if you need me," she said, and started down the hall.

"Hey!" he called after her. When she turned back to him, he continued, "Aren't you forgetting something?"

"What?"

"These," he said, holding up her panties.

"Keep them as a souvenir," she laughed.

20 minutes later, he came into the kitchen. Claire had the roast, along with some carrots and potatoes in the oven, and was busy tossing a salad when he came up behind her, grabbed a cucumber slice, and put it in his mouth.

"Hungry?" she asked.

He nodded. Swallowing, he qualified his affirmative response, "But not for food. C'mere."

Turning her to him, he spun them around. As he backed her toward the kitchen table, he undid the buttons of her blouse. This time, she undid the buttons of his shirt, as well. By the time they reached the table, both their shirts were completely unbuttoned, and Jack had unhooked her front clasp bra. He pulled her skirt up again, and reached down to run his hands up along the backs of her thighs, and over her smooth behind.

He lifted her and set her on the table. He was standing between her legs when she reached down once again to set him free. Holding her waist, he began to kiss her neck as he pulled her toward the edge of the table, and slowly pushed his hard shaft into her warm and willing sheath.

"Mmmmmmmmm," he sighed when he was all the way inside her. She tightened her muscles about him, and he groaned as she nearly unmanned him then and there. She leaned back and rested her palms on the table behind her for support.

He began to pump in and out of her, neither slowly nor swiftly, but with sweet, devastating accuracy. Her head fell back in ecstasy when he lowered his mouth to tease her stiff, aching nipples.

"Mmmm...ohhh yessssss....ohhhhhhhh, Jack!" she moaned as he wrapped his arms tightly about her and lowered her slowly down on the table.

She opened her eyes to see him leaning over her, and was rewarded with the sight of his face awash in pleasure and blissful concentration.

His eyes were closed, and he was repeating her name over and over in an ecstatic litany.

He opened his eyes to see her staring up at him, and smiled down at her. She flashed him a brilliant smile in return.

"I love you," he whispered, voice ragged.

"I love you, too," she replied breathlessly.

They stared deep into each others' eyes as their union continued to increase in intensity.

Most of the time, Jack saw to it that Claire climaxed before he did (often several times before he did). But this time, the look in her eyes as he slid in and out of her with ever increasing frequency, combined with the feel of her soft, silken body against him, and her muscles clenched so sweetly around his hardness, he was unable to hold back. With a thrust and a yelp, he exploded inside her. Feeling the length of him jerk inside her set Claire off, too, and her cries of release soon joined his.

He collapsed against her breasts. When he was able to, he stood up straight and pulled up his pants. He helped Claire off the table and her skirt fell back into place. He took her by the hand, saying, "C'mon...time for the surprise.

When they were half way to her bedroom, he stopped, moved behind her, and covered her eyes with his hands. Slowly they continued on down the hall. When he removed his hands and allowed her to see again, they were in the master bathroom, which glowed with candles. Jack had drawn a bubble bath.

He helped her out of her clothes, then removed his own. He climbed into the tub. He offered her his hand, and she stepped in after him. She moved to sit between his legs, resting her back against his chest, but he told her to turn around. He scooted himself more towards the middle of the tub, and when she sat, it was on his lap, facing him. Her legs were behind him, wrapped around him, crossed at her ankles.

"Jack, this is wonderful," she said, before taking his head in her hands and kissing him lovingly. Soon their tongues were darting in and out of each others' mouths, locked in a sweet combat, in which there were no losers.

They stopped kissing and Jack picked up Claire's loofah sponge and bottle of scented liquid body soap. Squeezing some into the sponge, he lathered it up. Wrapping his arms around Claire, he began to gently scrub her back.

"Hang on a sec," she told him before standing. He loved the way the bubbles sluiced down her body. She reached across to the sink, grabbed a scrunchie, and pulled her hair up into a bun. She resumed her previous position. This time, Jack began to scrub her stomach and breasts with the loofah. Claire sighed with pleasure. She loved the side of Jack that liked to pamper her the way he was now doing.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, and pressed her soapy chest against his. They kissed passionately for several long minutes. When they pulled away, Jack rinsed the suds from her body. She picked the loofah up from where he had deposited it on the edge of the tub, and began to soap his chest and shoulders. As she maided him, she soon became acutely aware of the fact that he was becoming aroused again.

She felt herself being lifted slightly out of the water, and when he brought her back down, she had found herself impaled on him. They made love again, there in the sudsy, warm water, taking their time, enjoying the relaxed feeling elicited by the heat of the water and the glow of the candles. Towards the end, when they became more frenzied, as they always did, they sent a wave of water splashing over the side of the tub to the tiled floor of the bathroom. Neither

When they exited the tub, Claire dropped several towels onto the floor to sop up the water they had spilled. They dried each other off in silence. Words were no longer always necessary between them. Sometimes, they enjoyed just quietly being together, comforted by the mere physical presence of the other.

Dinner was lovely. They ate well, having worked up quite an appetite. They drank drunk a bottle of red wine. When the dishes had been cleared and placed in the dishwasher, they settled in to watch a movie on cable.

That's how they were now, on the couch, watching Letterman. After his monologue, when they came back from the first commercial break, Jack sat up, tossed the throw-pillow to the other end of the sofa, and scooted next to Claire. He pushed her hair aside and began to kiss her neck. Claire sighed happily. After a few moments, he slid off the couch, and moved in front of her. He ran his hands along her thighs, which were covered by the flannel pajama bottoms she had put on after the bath. When his hands reached her waist, she looked down at him as he began to work the flannels down over her hips.

"Four times in one night, eh Jack?" she teased. "You going for some kind of record?"

He smiled at her, winked, chuckled low, and said nothing,. When he had her pajama bottoms completely off of her, he pushed her tank-top and bent his head to place a kiss on her abdomen, just below her navel. She felt him gently spreading her nether lips with his fingers, and watched him as his head lowered, and his tongue began to caress her tiny jewel. Claire purred with pleasure as his tongue continued to work on her, until with a soft cry, she shuddered with her release. Jack raised his head, and looked at her. Eyes bright in the dim blue glow of the television, cheeks flushed with satisfaction. The problem that Claire experienced when Jack pleasured her as he had just done, was that it always made her want more. She reached out to him, and he moved closer to her, so that he was now kneeling in between her legs.

He grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up over her head, so that she was now completely nude. He then removed his own T-shirt, which he had changed into after their bath (they had started keeping clothes at each others' place months ago, so that they weren't always forced to wait for the weekend to spend the night together). Next he unbuttoned the fly of his jeans, and pushed them down, along with his boxers. Claire made a sound that seemed to Jack like a cross between a gasp and a sigh when he entered her. He began to lick at the space between her breasts as he moved in and out of her, his hands resting on her waist.

"God you feel great," he moaned, his lips now tasting the skin at the base of her neck.

"Shhhhhh." she said, then lowered her head to kiss him. He stretched up to meet her kiss.

Wrapping a strong arm around her, and bracing himself with the other, he pulled her close, pulled her up, and stood up from his kneeling position, bringing her with him. He turned them around and slowly lowered himself to the couch, bringing her to a straddling position on his lap. Soon she was moving up and down upon him, hands in his hair, tilting his head back and kissing him. He thrust back up at her as she began to move faster. Breaking the kiss for air, she arched her back, and Jack leaned forward, and pulled her back to him. He squeezed her breasts with his hands as he licked and sucked on her nipples.

A few more moments of this, and Claire's mind shattered into a thousand shards of light and she cried out, as wave after wonderful wave of exquisite pleasure passed through her. With something akin to a sob (though that's not the proper word for the sound), Jack burst forth within her. She collapsed against him. He lifted her off of him, and moved them so they were laying facing each other on the sofa. Claire rested her head against his chest, still attempting to catch her breath.

After a long silence, Claire asked, "Jack? Do you want to move in? We're getting married soon, anyway, and we're going to have to decide where to live. Your place may be closer to work, but mine's bigger, and there's the bonus of not having to pay rent. We could clear out of the spare rooms and turn it into a study --with plenty of shelves for your books--if you like."

"Do you want me to move in with you now?"

"Yes," she said, her cheek still against his heart, "Very much."

"Will this weekend be soon enough?"

"No....but I'll survive."