THIRTY-SEVEN

Jon chuckled quietly as he watched Cate hurry to the collection room's entry.  As she tended to the door’s security his eyes slid down her back and over her white-cloaked derriere. For the first time he noticed her legs and feet were bare.

After ensuring the lock was engaged Cate let out a little sigh of relief.  She pulled the open front of the borrowed lab coat snugly together, covering the skimpy garments beneath.  With a sheepish little smile she turned to face Jon, her arms self-consciously wrapped across her middle. 

“Sorry.  I know they put up a sign, but…”

“Yeah.”  Jon unconsciously mirrored her closed posture, crossing his arms over his chest.  “We don’t need anybody barging in on us.   Especially not while… well…”  He gave an uncomfortable little shrug.  “You know.”

“So.”  Cate took a breath to calm the butterflies that had suddenly awakened in her stomach.  She knew there was no reason for her to be nervous, but she couldn’t help her reaction.  “How… how do you want to… to do this?”

Jon chortled softly, his lips curving into a wry grin.  “You don’t have a plan?”  He tipped his head sideways, indicating the elegant décor in the room behind him.  “I figured you put quite a bit of thought into this.”

Cate hugged herself as she blushed.  Her dark auburn hair slipped forward over her shoulders as her gaze dropped to the floor.

“Well…  I kinda did.  But now…”  Her admission was almost timid.  She giggled softly, shaking her head slowly at her inexplicable embarrassment.

“What was it?  Your plan?”  Jon’s grin gentled.  He found his wife’s uncharacteristic shyness adorable, and completely understandable.  She must surely sense his own nervousness.

Raising her chin just a bit she looked up at him, her long lashes and subtly-shadowed lids half-cloaking her demure sapphire gaze.  “Umm… well…”  Again Cate giggled, this time a little more quietly.  “I was gonna dance for you.  Kind of a striptease.”  She shrugged, an apologetic smile curling the corners of her lips.  “But now I feel kinda weird about it.”

“Oh.”  Jon chuckled.  “Yeah, I guess I can see why.  This ain’t exactly that kinda place.”

“Yeah.  I was all ready to do it, until… Well, until Edie gave us all the rules.  Kinda put a damper on the naughty-play.”  Cate shuffled her feet, looking down at the carpet again.  “Sorry, Baby.”

“Nah, it’s okay.  I know, it kinda freaked me out too.”  Jon half-sighed with his husky chortle.  “I’ve done this enough times that the ‘wash your hands, don’t touch the inside of the cup’ thing was no big deal.  But the whole ‘no pussy, no anal, no oral’ thing was a little embarrassing.”  He grinned when Cate looked up at him.

“Yeah.  Not exactly easy to get in the mood for a lapdance when I’m not even supposed to sit on your lap.”

Jon nodded his agreement as he unfolded his arms from across his chest.  “But we gotta do something to get started.”  He reached out to Cate, offering her his hand.  “How about we just sit together a little while, just talk.  Maybe make out a little?”

“Okay.”  Cate slid an arm from her middle and reached to accept his hand.  Her other arm stayed wrapped across her waist, holding her lab coat closed.  “But first I guess we gotta wash our hands.”

“Yep.  Lemme show you how.”  Jon gave Cate a sweet grin and a little wink.  “That part I got down cold.”  He tugged gently on her hand and turned toward the dim corner where the sink waited.

Cate felt her heart skip a beat, as it always did when she saw that private smile, the one Jon saved only for her.  She took a silent, deep breath as she followed him across the room, skirting carefully around the big circular ottoman on their way to the wash station.

“Okay, first you turn on the water…” Jon began his narration as he reached for the sleek chrome knob.   “And then you get some of this soap…”  He grinned as he felt Cate’s hand smack against his behind.

“I know how to wash my hands, Jon.”  Cate rolled her eyes and giggled softly.  She felt herself relax a bit at his playfully simplified guidance.

“Oh, okay.”  Jon rinsed the lather from his hands and gave them a shake, sending a shower of droplets into the porcelain bowl.  He yanked a clean paper towel from the dispenser and straightened.  

Turning to Cate, he dropped a kiss on her forehead as he dried his hands.  “Just wanted to be sure.”  He stepped on the pedal to open the chrome trashcan and tossed his soiled paper towel inside.  The lid dropped with a muffled clang.

“All yours, Baby.”  Jon stepped aside to make room for Cate in front of the sink.  As she moved into position he reached above her head to pluck a cellophane-wrapped plastic specimen cup from the shelf over the sink.  “I’ll meet you on the couch.”

Cate nodded as she dipped her hands under the stream of water.  “ ‘Kay.”

“You want the music changed?”  Jon tugged at the cellophane wrapper as he stepped over to the sofa.  He pulled it free from the cup and crumpled it in his hand before loosening the container’s plastic screw-on lid.  He was careful not to fully open the receptacle, obeying the protocol he knew so well.

“If you want.  My phone’s in the dock.”

“Lemme find somethin’ to get us in the mood.”  Jon dropped the cup and wrapper onto the side table next to the couch before wandering over to the small stereo.  He leaned over to squint at the dimly-glowing screen of Cate’s iPhone.  A gentle tap and a few swipes of his index finger revealed her music playlists. 

Jon chuckled at the selection; his wife’s lists looked nothing like his.  He scrolled through a couple of them before settling on one that seemed appropriately-titled:  ‘Sexy’.  Straightening, he paused for a breath before turning to face the sofa. 

Cate was already settled on the couch, sitting primly with her arms again crossed over her middle and her knees pressed together.  Her deep auburn hair shimmered in the violet light, the lush waves that tumbled over her shoulders glinting magenta and blue.  She gave Jon a small smile as he gazed down at her, his full lips curved appreciatively.

Jon shuffled around the ottoman and lowered himself on the couch beside Cate.  He paused for a moment, pulling in a long breath before turning his head to give her a little grin.

“It’s weird.  I feel like some pimply-faced kid, sitting here with the girl I really like and her parents aren’t home.  You know?  All excited but I don’t know what move to make even though I know she likes me, and I know she’s gonna let me do it, and I know I’m gonna get some satisfaction in the end.”

Cate giggled at Jon’s rambling rush of words.  Though they were delivered in his soft croon, she could detect his unease.

“Yeah.”  She sighed softly.  “I don’t get it either.  Why are we so nervous?  It’s not like it’s our first time.  Hell, we’ve done lots naughtier stuff than this.”

Jon shrugged.  “I don’t know.  Guess it’s because we’re under the gun, sorta.  And this time it’s really important.”  He snickered softly.  “Quality and quantity.” 

He leaned a bit to the side, reaching to tunnel his hand behind Cate’s back.  She shifted forward on the couch to accommodate his movement, allowing Jon to slide his arm around her waist before settling back against the leather.  Automatically she leaned toward him, snuggling against his side.

Cate chortled softly at Jon’s observation.  “You managed that pretty well on your own, the last few times.  Maybe me being here isn’t really that much of a help. My playbook’s kinda limited.”

“And I don’t think I’m supposed to get you too worked up, either.” Jon smiled and tipped his head to rest his cheek against Cate’s hair.  “Somethin’ about controlling all those surging sex hormones and fluids and stuff…”

“Gee, ain’t this a romantic conversation?” Cate chuckled sarcastically. “My God, at this rate we’ll never get you off.”

Jon snorted out a little laugh of agreement, though he was silently relieved that Cate seemed to be finding her sense of humor about the uncomfortable situation.  That was a step in the right direction.  He turned his head to murmur against her hair.

“Baby, this is all great.  The decorations, you being here…”

“I wasn’t sure you’d like it.  But I figured for once I’d try to do something romantic for you, instead of it always being the other way around.”

“Where’d you get the idea for the room?  The purple lights I get, but black hearts?”

Cate shrugged.  “I just thought they’d be more sexy than the typical Valentine’s red and pink and white.  And as for the roses, I figured we’d give them to the clinic staff.  You know, as a thank you for taking such good care of us through this.”

Her thoughtfulness made Jon smile.  “That’s a great idea.  You always have all the angles covered, don’cha?”

“I try.”  Cate sighed softly.  Her gaze dropped as she reached to rest a hand on Jon’s dark denim-clad thigh.  She curled her fingers slowly, feeling the gentle rasp of her nails against the fabric.  Under her touch she felt Jon’s muscles tighten just a bit.  At her waist, his fingers curved against her body.

They sat together quietly, listening to the fading notes of the soft music.  After a second of silence a new song started to play, one with a sultry, thumping baseline followed by a throaty female croon.

Mississippi, in the middle of a dry spell

Jimmy Rogers, on the Victrola up high

Mama’s dancin’, baby on her shoulders

Sun is settin’ like molasses in the sky…

 Jon chuckled huskily.  “Every time I hear this song it takes me back to that night at Sonny’s.”

Cate’s lips curved in agreement.  “Me too.”  She felt a little tingle, a muscle recall of the electric moment when she and Jon had shared their first passionate kiss.  It was a lifetime ago, outside the little cop bar in Georgia where she used to spend her Friday nights drinking beer and singing karaoke with her friends.

“Watching you sing this… I knocked me on my ass.  It was the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”  Jon’s voice dropped to a low, smooth croon.  “And when you came outside to find me… Jesus, Cate.  If there hadn’t been people around…”

“That whole night… it was… amazing.”  Cate replied softly.  “It was like a dream.  Still seems like it.”

“That was the night I knew.”  Jon pressed a kiss into Cate’s hair.  “I’d spend the rest of my life with you.”

“You knew?  When we first kissed?”  Cate sat up, turning her gaze to meet Jon’s. 

He smiled at the mild surprise in her expression.  “No.  I knew when you held my hand under the table.” 

Cate started to protest, then closed her mouth.  She chuckled softly, realizing his words were true.  She had known then, too.  She just had been afraid to admit it to herself.  That night at Sonny’s, when she covertly slipped her hand inside Jon’s as they sat with her friends, was the beginning of her eventual surrender of her heart.

How far they’d come.

Jon sat forward, turning his body toward hers.  With his arm around her waist he pulled her closer.  His free hand went to her jaw, tipping her face upward.  “Remember?” he whispered as his mouth closed over hers. 

Cate whimpered softly as she parted her lips to accept his tongue, her response fueled as much by the tantalizing memory of their first breathless moonlight encounter as by the intimacy of this moment.  Jon’s tongue wrapped around hers, firmly stroking and slowly tasting.  This kiss was deep and soulful, full of confidence and familiarity.  Their first had been one of unleashed passion and wild abandon.  Both made her weak.

Jon leaned to her and Cate melted against his body, wrapping her arms around his waist and pulling him closer.  In response, Jon groaned and pushed his hand up into her hair, entwining his fingers in her thick mahogany locks.  He angled his head to gain deeper entry to her mouth, fully savoring their union. 

Cate willingly yielded, sighing as Jon cradled her head with his hand while he pulled gently with his teeth at her bottom lip.  When their mouths parted Jon tipped his forehead against hers, giving her a long, meaningful look.  She returned his slightly dazed smile.

“Wow.”  Her whisper was hoarse.

“There’s nothing quite like the fire of a first kiss…”  Jon paused to nuzzle at her cheek.  “But we still come damned close.”

“Mmmm…” Cate hummed softly, feeling herself melt with Jon’s husky whisper.  “We do.” 

Her hands loosened around his waist, her palms flattening against his back before her fingertips curled under the hem of his t-shirt.  She gathered the soft cotton into her hands until her fingers found his warm flesh.  Nudging the shirt further upwards, she flattened her hands against Jon’s warm, well-muscled back.

Groaning quietly at her touch sliding over his skin, Jon slipped his lips along Cate’s jaw.  “Remember the first night we made love?”  He paused to suck gently at the sensitive spot below her earlobe, eliciting a little gasp from Cate’s parted lips.

“Mmmm hmmmm….”

“It was stormy.  Thunder, lightning… the rain on the roof...”  Jon’s lips traveled lower with his throaty croon.

“I remember.”

“You let me carry you into the bedroom.  And when I undressed you… My God, Baby.  You were so beautiful, so sexy.  And you still are.”

Cate closed her eyes, recalling with perfect clarity his every touch and every movement from that first passionate encounter.  It was a scene she often revisited in her mind, especially when she and Jon were apart.  Her hands glided lower over Jon’s back, until her fingers brushed against the waistband of his jeans.

“I was afraid.”

“I know.  But you let me in.”

“Yes.”

Jon smiled, raising his head so his soft cheek rubbed against hers.  His lips at her ear, he whispered.  “You’ve changed, since we’ve been together.  You’re still tough, Baby.  So strong.  But you’re softer, more open.  More feminine. More of a woman.”  He felt her cheek slide against his as she nodded her agreement.

“I… I am.  Because of you.”  Cate’s eyes misted lightly as she smiled.  “You’ve made me brave.”

Jon’s husky chortle announced his agreement. 

“I mean it, Baby.  I’ve done things for you I never imagined I’d do.”

“Like what?” Jon’s voice was silkily persuasive.  He was pretty sure he knew where Cate was going with this, and it was definitely in the right direction.

“Well… There was that night in Detroit, when you surprised me at that wine bar?  And we actually fucked on the bar?”  Cate smirked at her coarse description of the romantic encounter.  “I would never have done that before you.”

Jon let out a delighted growl at Cate’s blunt swear.  She was obviously starting to relax enough to get into her role as his assistant.  He felt the familiar tightening in his groin.

“Yeah, that was Hot.  What else, Baby?”

“Ummm…. How about Sao Paulo?  When you picked me up in the bar?”  Cate chortled sexily.  “And then you followed me back to my room?”

“You picked me up.”  Jon’s reply was smugly playful.  He pulled his face back to give Cate a sexy smirk.  “And I was completely helpless, you parading around that nightclub in those leather pants and that fucking see-through top…” He grunted softly as another twitch in his groin accompanied the memory.  “That ain’t exactly how you usually dress.”

Cate noticed, her mouth curling with its own wicked smirk.  She slid her hands around Jon’s sides until they met against his ridged abdomen.  “Well, I was trying to get your attention.  I had to compete with all those Brazilian women somehow, didn’t I?  Besides shaving my pussy?”

She chuckled evilly as Jon let out another soft groan with the reminder of the more personal surprise she had unveiled on that trip.  She paused for a moment before continuing, letting him fully recover the memory.

“And if I recall correctly, it was your idea to bend me over on that couch and fuck me from behind until we both came so hard we almost passed out.”  Cate could tell from Jon’s immediate gasp that her comment had its intended effect.

“Christ, Baby…” Jon sighed breathily as he released Cate from his loose embrace and shifted on the sofa.  He needed to stretch out his legs and relieve some of the binding pressure on his crotch.  As he settled Cate adjusted her position so she was sitting close beside but facing him.  Her white lab coat, no longer clutched tightly around her body, gapped open just enough to reveal a sliver of creamy bare skin adorned by black-and-purple satin and lace.

Jon’s gaze dropped automatically to Cate’s chest.  His now-smoldering indigo eyes sparked with arousal at the peek at her lingerie.  It wasn’t an ensemble he recognized; she must have purchased it special for this occasion.  He couldn’t wait to see it in full.

“What else?  What other naughty things have you done for me, you Bad Girl?”  Jon raised his eyes to meet Cate’s gaze.  He gave her his sexy grin as his eyes locked with hers.

“Mmmm…” Cate gave Jon a coy smile of response.  “Well, you fucked me in the back seat of the Benz, remember?  In the garage at Kief’s building?” 

“Uh huh,” Jon nodded breathlessly as Cate reached forward to tug his t-shirt up his torso, revealing his lightly-furred belly.  Her movement made her lab coat gap open even more, to reveal the creamy swell of her breasts above the lace-trimmed satin cups of a push-up bra.  “And what else?”

“Oh.  Christmas at Kenneth Cole.” Cate giggled softly, recalling the special night Jon had arranged for them, alone in her favorite store.  “Damn, Baby.   You really are a bad influence.  I’ve done a lot of dirty, borderline illegal things since I met you.”  Her fingertips curled against Jon’s belly, giving him a little tickle before slipping her hand nonchalantly downward to rest on his bulging fly.  He squirmed at the contact.

Jon chuckled at Cate’s faux-lament.  “Maybe.  But it’s all misdemeanor stuff.”

“Okay…” Cate smiled coyly as she curved her palm, applying a bit of pressure to Jon’s crotch.  She felt him twitch against her hand in response.  “What do you think?  What’s something you never thought you’d see me do?”

“That’s easy.  Vegas.”

Cate’s lips parted in a soft gasp of surprise before her cheeks heated.  Her coy smile turned shy as she realized what he was talking about.  Jon was right.  She had shocked even herself with her performance in the private room at the Cheetah Club.

“You mean… Raven.”

“Yeah.  You with Raven.  Fuck, Baby… that was the hottest, naughtiest, sexiest thing I could ever imagine.”  Jon growled softly and took a breath.  “You watching her with me, then you dancing with her, and touching her, and her touching you…”  His eyes glowed a deep, smoky indigo as he recalled the moment.

Cate swallowed hard, trying to ignore the bolt of arousal that fired through her at the memory.  She couldn’t deny that she had enjoyed herself, performing with the beautiful, exotic stripper she had hired for Jon’s private pleasure.  Cate’s willing sensuality had come as a surprise to herself as well as to her husband.

“Christ, Cate… I still fantasize about that, when we’re apart.  I imagine the two of you dancing for me and it makes me instantly hard.  And when I think about that kiss…  FUCK.”

Cate’s lips parted in a soft gasp as she remembered the feel of Raven’s soft, supple mouth caressing hers, and of her warm bare breasts pressed to Cate’s back.  Her eyes glittered dark midnight as she stared back at Jon.

“You looked so fucking sexy, Baby.” Jon’s voice now a husky rasp.  “In that short little skirt, those stockings… all that leather and lace.  Beautiful and wild.  And when she was behind you with her hands on your tits…”  He drew in a ragged breath and slumped a little further on the couch.  “She turned you on, didn’t she?”

Cate blinked at Jon for a moment before she slowly nodded, then whispered breathlessly.  “Yes.”

Cate and Jon stared at each other for a long moment, sharing the delicious memory.  Then the corner of Cate’s mouth curled in a little smirk. She turned sideways on the couch, raising herself onto a knee.  Bracing her hands lightly against Jon’s chest, she slipped her other leg across his thighs and settled on his lap. 

Dropping her chin to give Jon a smoldering gaze, Cate slipped the white lab coat down over her shoulders, revealing her new lingerie.  A thick strand of mahogany slid forward over her bared skin, drawing his gaze downward to her breasts.

“Christ, Baby.  You’re so fucking beautiful.  You make me want you so bad.”  Jon raised his hands to her breasts, gently bracketing them in the curves of his palms.  He stared at her dark, rosy nipples, visible as they contracted beneath the sheer lace cups of her bra.

“Jon…” Cate’s whispered warning was understood.  She could tell by his gentle, almost reverent touch that he realized he must restrain himself from arousing her further.  They were here not for pleasure, but for a purpose.

She dropped her hands again to Jon’s torso and grasped at the soft black cotton bunched above his abs.  She tugged it again upward, uncovering his silvered pecs and taut brown nipples.  With a little grunt Jon leaned forward enough for Cate to pull his t-shirt up and over his head, baring his chest.  He smiled as she lowered her face to his for a soft kiss.

“You ready for a little help yet, Baby?”  Cate’s murmur was warm against his lips as her fingertips trailed over his chest, ruffling through his soft fur.

“Not quite yet.  I wanna see what you’ve got on.”  Jon brushed aside the tails of the lab coat from Cate’s lap, then slipped his hands up the sides of her thighs to the thin ruffle stretching across her hips.  He toyed with the fringe as Cate leaned back, sitting upright for his perusal.

“Pretty,” Jon observed softly, his eyes tracing over the black straps that snaked across her creamy skin under lush waves of auburn hair.  The satin ribbons curved to the sides of Cate’s full breasts and anchored the sheer smoky lace that stretched across her nipples.  The bottom curve of her bra cups were crescents of deep purple satin, shining even more richly in the soft violet light. 

His eyes dropped lower, lingering for a moment on her silver navel ring, then reaching the tiny black satin bow that sat in the middle of the tiny elastic band spanning Cate’s pelvis.  The panties curved low, so low that Jon could almost see the dark dimple at the top of her slit, just under the little bow.  A softly-pleated chiffon ruffle fluttered from the elastic, fringing a modest triangle of purple satin topped with sheer black lace. 

As his gaze traveled along the ruffle to the faded tattoo on her hip, Jon’s hands slipped downward, curving over Cate’s bare cheeks.  The gentle exploration confirmed his suspicion that the frilly, feminine panties were in fact thong-style.

“These are new,” Jon observed quietly, sliding his gaze back up Cate’s body to her face.  His smile softened as his eyes settled on the silver tag pendant shining violet against her chest.

“Yes.  I picked them up today, on my way home.”  Cate paused, an automatic smile curving her lips as a familiar tune of melodic layered guitars floated from the stereo.  As always, she felt a little romantic swoon at the opening notes of the romantic ballad.  Her eyes drifted half-closed as she tipped her head to listen.

Jon noticed, his own gentle smile stretching his lips even as a hunger crept into his gleaming gaze.  This was the one, the song she loved.  The one that fueled Cate’s passion and had even freed her to explore an unrealized fantasy with a beautiful exotic dancer.

Out of touch

Out of reach, yeah

You could try

To get closer to me

I’m in love

I’m in deep, yeah

Hypnotized

I’m shakin’ to my knees…

“Cate…”  Jon’s urging was gentle even as he felt a powerful surge of want.  “Baby… C’mon.  Dance for me.”

Cate’s long lashes fluttered as she raised her swirling midnight gaze to his.  Her womb clenched at the desire in Jon’s eyes.  She couldn’t do much for him tonight, but at least she could do this.

Nodding silently, Cate lithely slipped from Jon’s lap.  Still holding on to her lab coat, keeping it draped across her back, she turned and stepped carefully up onto the wood-topped ottoman.  Slowly she turned to face Jon, posing for him for a moment as she gazed down at him from the pedestal.

The look in her eyes took Jon’s breath away.  She was stunning, half shadowed, half-bathed in the violet light that streamed from the fixture above.  The white material of the lab coat glowed fluorescent purple and her hair gleamed with long stripes of magenta.  Cate’s full lips glistened deep blood-red, and her creamy skin was tinted a soft blue.  Her pretty lingerie now looked strikingly sexy, the black lace and satin standing in stark relief to the filmy purple chiffon.

Jon let out a soft moan as his hands moved to his waist.  He impatiently yanked at the snap and zipper, relieving the denim binding of his now-rigid flesh.  Not quite ready to fully release himself, Jon curved his hand over his bulging cock and squeezed.  His eyes never left Cate as she smirked down at him from her stage.

“Dance.”  The word more a hoarse plea than a command.  Jon swallowed hard, realizing his mouth had gone dry.

Cate didn’t reply.  Instead she smiled and tossed her head, making her shimmering waves of glorious hair tumble behind her.  Then she did as he asked, moving her hips to the rolling melody.

I get hysterical

Hysteria

Oh can you feel it

Do you believe it?

It’s such a magical

Mysteria

When you get that feelin’

Better start believin’

‘Cause it’s a miracle

Say you will

Oh Babe

Hysteria when you’re near

Slowly Cate revolved on the circular platform, turning her back to Jon.  She dropped her arms, allowing the lab coat-turned-robe to slide further down her body until it draped below her derriere.  Cate gave a slow roll of her hips, knowing full well Jon’s gaze was glued to her bare cheeks.  As she turned again back toward him she let the coat slip from her grasp.  It puddled briefly on the ottoman’s edge before sliding to the floor.

“Oh, Baby…” Jon sighed, his hand closing more tightly over his crotch.  He wanted her hand to be there, to guide his release of the seed that would become their baby.  But he didn’t want her to stop her entrancing performance.  Her every movement brought him closer to bliss.

Seeing his reaction, Cate smiled.  She raised her hands to cup gently over her breasts, mimicking the move she had guided Raven to, the one that had so aroused her husband.  Her head dropped back, her shimmering hair tumbling down her back as she closed her eyes against the stream of violet light.  She continued to gyrate in a smooth circle, the filmy fringe on her panties fluttering lightly against her hips as she moved.

I gotta know tonight

If you’re alone tonight

Can’t stop this feeling

Can’t stop this fire…

Jon’s jaw tightened as he felt another powerful surge through his cock.  It wasn’t going to be long now.  He needed to prepare.  Panting lightly, Jon swiveled his head toward the side table where he had set the specimen cup.  It was still there, the unfastened lid balanced over its mouth.

“Cate…”

Jon’s strangled growl made her pause.  She pulled her head forward and turned her eyes toward him, her expression now painted with concern.  “Jon?”

“I’m… okay.  It’s just… close.”

Cate smiled despite herself.  “Oh.  Okay…”  Ignoring the plaintive guitar solo pouring from the stereo, she carefully stepped down off the ottoman and reached out a hand to Jon.  “Stand up,” she commanded softly.

Jon sucked in and blew out a long breath before doing her bidding.  He groaned softly as another powerful surge rippled through his groin with his position-shift.  His cock automatically flexed against his knit briefs, bulging out of Jon’s open fly in its relief from its binding.

Cate chortled softly as she watched his biological reaction.  Stepping closer to her husband, she rested her hands lightly on his chest before reaching up to share a smoldering kiss.  She felt his hands settle uncertainly on her hips as his abs contracted, clenching with the effort of self-control.

“Let me help you with that,” Cate whispered against Jon’s lips before pulling back.  Her hand slipped down his torso, her fingers tunneling under the elastic band of his briefs, in the gaping opening of his jeans.  Immediately her fingertips were coated with sticky warmth.

Jon hissed softly.  “Christ!  Baby… The cup…”

Cate nodded, carefully withdrawing her hand from Jon’s briefs.  She reached over to retrieve the plastic receptacle, carefully removing the lid and placing it top-down on the table.  She straightened in front of Jon, giving first the cup, then him a quizzical look.

“Umm… maybe you should… do the… uh… catching.”

Her suggestion made Jon snort a little laugh.  “Yeah, maybe you’re right.  I’ll handle the aim.  You can just worry about pulling the trigger.”

Cate grinned.  “Now you’re speaking my language.”  Her giggles were joined by Jon’s husky chortle as he realized his inadvertent cop-speak analogy.

His chuckles quieting, Jon took another deep breath.  “Okay.  So…”

“So.”  Cate’s smile turned to a sexy smirk as she handed Jon the specimen cup.  Then she gracefully slipped behind him, her hands settling lightly on his hips as she molded her torso to his warm, firm back.  Her fingers slipped under the slack waist of his jeans and slid them downward.

“Mmmm….” Jon growled quietly as Cate pushed the denim down to bunch around his thighs.  Again his dick throbbed impatiently against the thin cotton of his boxer briefs.

“Okay…” Cate’s voice was a sultry purr near his ear.  Jon felt her fingers trace the top edge of the briefs’ elastic from his hips to his midline, his abs automatically clenching at the light tickle.  “You ready, Baby?”

“Yeah.”

Gently Cate pulled the elastic out and downward, clearing the barrier of Jon’s erection.  With deliberate care she guided his briefs down his thighs to bunch atop his jeans.  Jon couldn’t stop a little groan of anticipation as he felt the air brush over his rigid shaft.

“God, Cate…” He gulped as her fingertips trailed lightly up his thighs, ruffling the wiry hair over his taut quadriceps.  Her touch angled inward, to the softer, thicker thatch around his cock.

“Relax, Baby… let me make it good.”  Cate’s croon was soothing, her breath against his neck warm and sweet.  Gently she cupped a hand over Jon’s tight balls, giving them a gentle caress.  “Wow, you really are ready, huh?”

“Uh huh.”  Jon’s reply came through gritted teeth. His hand tightened around the specimen cup, wanting to be certain he wouldn’t drop it.  If he did he wouldn’t have time to get another one from the shelf.  “Cate…”

“Okay.” 

Jon’s gaze dropped to Cate’s hand as it circled around his rigid shaft.  He let out a strangled moan as she gripped firmly, then started to slide her fist up and down over his length.

“Baby… Oh, God.  Faster.”

“Okay. Come on, Baby.  Let go.”  Cate’s sultry command sounded in his ear as her grasp tightened and her strokes picked up speed.  She immediately felt Jon’s response, his member thickening in her grip.

“Christ!”  Jon’s fingers wrapped around the cup’s exterior as he lowered it to his groin while Cate’s rapid strokes continued.  “Cate… watch out… don’t touch… inside…” 

He could barely pant out the warning.  Jon could feel his orgasm building, the numbing tingle spreading rapidly up his legs and down his spine.  With his free hand he grasped his cock at the base, below Cate’s fist, and angled it away from his body.  He felt the first spasm as he pointed his swollen head toward the plastic receptacle.

“Oh, JESUS!!!   Cate!!!!”  Jon’s yelp was followed by a long, guttural moan as his orgasm exploded.  The milky white fluid surged into the plastic cup, rapidly filling it past the preferred specimen line.  Struggling to stay upright and keep his eyes on the container, Jon gasped for breath as Cate continued to stroke him, milking him for all he could muster. 

Jon’s hand trembled as he tipped the almost-full cup upright.  He prayed he wouldn’t spill a precious drop of its contents.  “Cate… Stop!…” he gasped, trying to stand still but swaying unsteadily on his weakened thighs.  “Wait… Lid.”

“Wait, Baby… I got it.” 

Jon felt Cate release his shaft and pull her body away from his.  She turned to reach for the table, being sure to use her unsoiled hand to daintily pick up the lid by its edges.  Carefully she turned back to Jon, who still held the cup clenched in his fist.  She settled the lid onto the plastic receptacle, then watched as Jon carefully tightened it.  Still panting, Jon leaned to set the cup on the ottoman top.  He and Cate sighed simultaneously with relief when it was safely delivered to a stable spot.

Cate chuckled softly and slumped against Jon’s body, her torso again molding to his back.  She held her sticky, soiled hand carefully away from his body, knowing he hadn’t brought a change of clothes.

Jon responded to her touch, a relieved smile curving his lips as he tipped his head back against hers.  He continued to pant lightly as he let out a breathy chortle.

“Well, that was… was quite the… teamwork.”

“Yeah, I’d say so.” Cate giggled hoarsely, turning her face against his shoulder and planting a kiss against Jon’s warm skin. “We’re good together, huh?”

“Damn good.”  Jon grinned and looked down at his now-relaxed, sticky, matted crotch.  “But you sure made a mess.  I’m a lot neater when I do this on my own.” 

“Of course you are.  You get to aim and shoot.  Much easier to control.”

“And this time I had extra bullets.”  Jon chuckled at his silly pun.  His gaze shifted to the specimen cup.  “Speaking of which, we better get those little swimmers over to Doris.  You wanna take it over to the window?”

“I guess I should.  You have more to clean up than me.  Just let me wash my hands.”  Cate reluctantly peeled her body away from Jon’s and took a step back.

“Hey.”  Jon’s voice made her pause before she rounded the ottoman on her way to the sink.  He turned his head to give her a sweet smile.  “I love you.”

Cate’s heart melted as she returned his smile.  “I love you.”  They gazed at each other for a moment, then Cate continued her trek to the sink.

“You want some paper towels?” she asked over the rush of the running water as she soaped her hands.

“Um, yeah.  I usually have ‘em ready, but this time I forgot.”  Jon shrugged and shot a sheepish grin in his wife’s direction.  “You kinda threw off my routine.”

Cate chuckled as she rinsed her hands.  She quickly dried them, then grabbed a stack of paper towels from the basket. She carried them over to her husband, who was still standing with his pants down, smiling contentedly. 

“Thanks, Baby.”  He leaned to brush a kiss across Cate’s lips as he took the towels from her.  Then he nodded at the cup.  “Now, better get those boys on the move.  They got places to go, eggs to chase!”

Cate giggled and leaned down to retrieve her earlier-discarded lab coat from the floor.  She quickly turned it right-side out, then slipped her arms into the sleeves.  She didn't want to have a chance encounter with one of the clinic's staff when she was wearing her nothing more than her sexy new lingerie.  Many of them had seen her in much more unflattering states of undress, but still.

Once she was covered, Cate picked up the specimen cup.  Its warmth against her palm made her smile, then shake her head with wonderment.  Despite all their difficulties, all the ups and downs and heartaches of the past year, they still had hope.  It was literally here in her hand.

“Over here, right?”  Cate pointed to the small window in the far corner of the room, near the entrance.

“Yeah.  Just put it on the ledge and ring the doorbell.  Doris or somebody from the lab will get it.  Or you can just hand it to them if you want.”

Cate nodded to herself as she crossed the room, carrying the container of Jon’s semen.  She pushed the lighted button next to the window and waited.  In less than a minute the frosted glass slid open and a surprised but warm voice greeted her.

“Oh!  You must be Mrs. Sullivan.”  The middle-aged woman gave Cate a kindly smile.  “I wasn’t expecting you.  Usually your husband does this on his own.”

Cate felt herself blush at the observation.  She reached up to set the specimen cup on the little ledge.  “Uh, yes.  But today’s kind of… special.”

“I heard.  Happy Anniversary.”

“Thanks Doris!”  Jon’s voice rang out from across the room.  “Take good care of my boys!”

“I always do!”  Doris called back her reply, chuckling good-naturedly.  Her voice gentled as she looked again at Cate.  “And as I'm taking care of these little guys I’ll say an extra prayer for you both, that this time is The One.”

Cate gave the woman a grateful smile.  “Thank you, Doris.  For everything.  For all you and your staff have done for us, and for all you do for others.”

“Our pleasure, Hon.  Now, let me get these boys into their bath.  Good luck.”