((Warning, this is Jon and Vicki. Adult situations are inevitable.))
It had taken a while, but Vicki had finally mastered the art of getting both Emily and Ben to sleep while Jon was working. There was the occasional fight over bedtime, usually from Emily, but as the spoiled little miss became less spoiled, she was giving in with better grace. Still, after a long day running around after a newly ambulatory toddler with said toddler's baby brother clinging onto her, Vicki was very grateful to be able to just sink into the couch and relax.
Jon tried to get home from the theater as early as possible, but even if he left as soon as his makeup was off and he'd changed back into civvies, it was always later than he'd hoped. He'd missed tucking Emily into bed and wasn't there to help with Ben's last feeding, but his schedule allowed him to be home more often than most new fathers, and he couldn't stay away from the theater too long. By the time he got home, he was tired from a long day, but too wired from the theater to go to sleep right away. He hoped Vicki had waited up for him, but he wouldn't blame her if she didn't.
Luckily for him, she had, and perhaps even better, she'd made him a sandwich and poured out a glass of wine for him, both of which were waiting on the coffee table in front of her. She grinned over at her husband as he came into sight. "What's it all about, Alfie?"
Jon rolled his eyes at his wife's cheeky remark as he stepped into the suite of rooms at Maple Grove that he shared with his wife and children. "Thank God it's a comedy, or it might be kind of depressing," he said as he stepped out of his shoes and headed toward the couch to greet his wife.
"I'm sure your audiences are loving it," she promised him. "You've got more range than you need to play Alfie, but you do it with aplomb anyway." She smiled, arching up from her relaxed slump to kiss him as he greeted her. "I made you a snack. I was feeling domestic."
"You should come see me some night," Jon suggested, dropping onto the couch once he'd greeted her with a kiss. "I'm sure we could get someone to sit with the kids for a few hours," he said, reaching for the sandwich and taking a healthy bite, attesting to the fact that he hadn't eaten since before showtime.
"Oh, I intend to," she promised him. "We're due a date night. I was thinking of kidnapping you from the theater after the show, getting some dinner, and screwing you sideways for the rest of the night. How does that sound?" His cheeky wife grinned at him suggestively - there had been virtually no insecurity this time around. Utterly sure in Jon's adoration for her, Vicki had ignored her flobbly bits until they'd gone away again.
"Screwing," he mused, trying to hide a mischievous smirk from his face. "I'm not sure what that is anymore. Care to remind me?" he teased, taking another bite of the sandwich.
"That would be what we did this morning, before Emily bit your backside for not noticing she'd come in," Vicki laughed, and that laugh went on a lot longer than it really should have done. She wasn't going to forget the look on Jon's face when that increasingly complete set of milk teeth had sunk into his rear end while they'd been canoodling that morning.
"That was ages ago!" he countered with a grin. He had the bruise to prove their daughter had bitten him, but thankfully, they were just baby teeth and she didn't bite too hard. He gobbled down one half of the sandwich before turning toward his cheeky wife with a playful gleam in his eyes and pushing her onto her back on the couch.
Still giggling, Vicki dropped easily onto her back, wrapping her arms and legs around Jon as he loomed over her. "Aren't you supposed to wait an hour after eating?" she teased him sweetly. "I'd hate for you to get a cramp and have to stop in the middle. Funny though it is to watch you hop around when you do have cramps."
"You're getting swimming mixed up with sex," he pointed out helpfully. "And you're not getting out of it that easily," he said, covering her body with his and dropping a quick kiss against her nose.
"Why, Mr. Granger," she teased, arching her back to press close against him in her own wicked way, "anyone would think you have lewd designs on your wife!" Laughing, she kissed him softly, one of those long, languid kisses she had always excelled at. "You know ....we've been married for two years now. And we missed our anniversary again!"
He took his time savoring and returning that kiss, as though it had been ages since they'd shared a quiet moment such as this alone, when in reality, it had only been earlier that morning. "Perhaps I do," he replied with a grin, kissing her again and purposely grinding his pelvis against hers so she got the point, literally. "We'll just have to make up for it then."
Delighted as she was with finding her tired husband in a playful mood, Vicki giggled once again as he grinned down at her, a sound that softly became a sigh he knew very well indeed. "I love you," she murmured through her own grin, drawing her fingertips through his hair as she rose to him tenderly.
Whether they were making love or just enjoying a few quiet moments together, one thing was clear and that was the love they shared for each other and had for almost two years now and still going strong. He brushed his nose against hers affectionately. "I love you, Mrs. Granger. Always have, always will."
She smiled, that special smile that was his and only his, always touched deeply when he told her he loved her. Whatever she might have said or done in answer, however, was forestalled by the familiar sound of Emily's crying from the little girl's room. Vicki groaned, rolling her eyes. "I knew it was too good to be true," she sighed, relaxing back against the couch. Here was the real test, though ....was Jon going to give in and go to comfort his recalcitrant daughter straightaway, or leave her for a couple of minutes to see if she was trying it on?
It had taken a while, but Vicki had finally mastered the art of getting both Emily and Ben to sleep while Jon was working. There was the occasional fight over bedtime, usually from Emily, but as the spoiled little miss became less spoiled, she was giving in with better grace. Still, after a long day running around after a newly ambulatory toddler with said toddler's baby brother clinging onto her, Vicki was very grateful to be able to just sink into the couch and relax.
Jon tried to get home from the theater as early as possible, but even if he left as soon as his makeup was off and he'd changed back into civvies, it was always later than he'd hoped. He'd missed tucking Emily into bed and wasn't there to help with Ben's last feeding, but his schedule allowed him to be home more often than most new fathers, and he couldn't stay away from the theater too long. By the time he got home, he was tired from a long day, but too wired from the theater to go to sleep right away. He hoped Vicki had waited up for him, but he wouldn't blame her if she didn't.
Luckily for him, she had, and perhaps even better, she'd made him a sandwich and poured out a glass of wine for him, both of which were waiting on the coffee table in front of her. She grinned over at her husband as he came into sight. "What's it all about, Alfie?"
Jon rolled his eyes at his wife's cheeky remark as he stepped into the suite of rooms at Maple Grove that he shared with his wife and children. "Thank God it's a comedy, or it might be kind of depressing," he said as he stepped out of his shoes and headed toward the couch to greet his wife.
"I'm sure your audiences are loving it," she promised him. "You've got more range than you need to play Alfie, but you do it with aplomb anyway." She smiled, arching up from her relaxed slump to kiss him as he greeted her. "I made you a snack. I was feeling domestic."
"You should come see me some night," Jon suggested, dropping onto the couch once he'd greeted her with a kiss. "I'm sure we could get someone to sit with the kids for a few hours," he said, reaching for the sandwich and taking a healthy bite, attesting to the fact that he hadn't eaten since before showtime.
"Oh, I intend to," she promised him. "We're due a date night. I was thinking of kidnapping you from the theater after the show, getting some dinner, and screwing you sideways for the rest of the night. How does that sound?" His cheeky wife grinned at him suggestively - there had been virtually no insecurity this time around. Utterly sure in Jon's adoration for her, Vicki had ignored her flobbly bits until they'd gone away again.
"Screwing," he mused, trying to hide a mischievous smirk from his face. "I'm not sure what that is anymore. Care to remind me?" he teased, taking another bite of the sandwich.
"That would be what we did this morning, before Emily bit your backside for not noticing she'd come in," Vicki laughed, and that laugh went on a lot longer than it really should have done. She wasn't going to forget the look on Jon's face when that increasingly complete set of milk teeth had sunk into his rear end while they'd been canoodling that morning.
"That was ages ago!" he countered with a grin. He had the bruise to prove their daughter had bitten him, but thankfully, they were just baby teeth and she didn't bite too hard. He gobbled down one half of the sandwich before turning toward his cheeky wife with a playful gleam in his eyes and pushing her onto her back on the couch.
Still giggling, Vicki dropped easily onto her back, wrapping her arms and legs around Jon as he loomed over her. "Aren't you supposed to wait an hour after eating?" she teased him sweetly. "I'd hate for you to get a cramp and have to stop in the middle. Funny though it is to watch you hop around when you do have cramps."
"You're getting swimming mixed up with sex," he pointed out helpfully. "And you're not getting out of it that easily," he said, covering her body with his and dropping a quick kiss against her nose.
"Why, Mr. Granger," she teased, arching her back to press close against him in her own wicked way, "anyone would think you have lewd designs on your wife!" Laughing, she kissed him softly, one of those long, languid kisses she had always excelled at. "You know ....we've been married for two years now. And we missed our anniversary again!"
He took his time savoring and returning that kiss, as though it had been ages since they'd shared a quiet moment such as this alone, when in reality, it had only been earlier that morning. "Perhaps I do," he replied with a grin, kissing her again and purposely grinding his pelvis against hers so she got the point, literally. "We'll just have to make up for it then."
Delighted as she was with finding her tired husband in a playful mood, Vicki giggled once again as he grinned down at her, a sound that softly became a sigh he knew very well indeed. "I love you," she murmured through her own grin, drawing her fingertips through his hair as she rose to him tenderly.
Whether they were making love or just enjoying a few quiet moments together, one thing was clear and that was the love they shared for each other and had for almost two years now and still going strong. He brushed his nose against hers affectionately. "I love you, Mrs. Granger. Always have, always will."
She smiled, that special smile that was his and only his, always touched deeply when he told her he loved her. Whatever she might have said or done in answer, however, was forestalled by the familiar sound of Emily's crying from the little girl's room. Vicki groaned, rolling her eyes. "I knew it was too good to be true," she sighed, relaxing back against the couch. Here was the real test, though ....was Jon going to give in and go to comfort his recalcitrant daughter straightaway, or leave her for a couple of minutes to see if she was trying it on?