“Mind and Heart; Body and Soul”

by Kazroo

Part 3

"BODY"

It was Sunday. Tomorrow was back to work. In the morning, Jane got a call from Kathleen.

"Actually, I was going to come see John today."

"He's been quiet, and withdrawn."

"We had…a misunderstanding."

"John told me. Should I tell him you're coming?"

"No, that's OK. I'm not sure he'd stick around if you told him. Bye."

Jane walked cautiously into John's jungle. She looked around from floor to roof, and couldn't spot him. She opened her mouth to call for him, and he landed in front of her. Jane's mouth fell open further in surprise at his sudden appearance. She should be used to it by now, but it always takes her breath.

"Hi, John, I got my job back."

He stood unmoved.

"John, I've been doing some thinking."

She raised her arm to touch him, but he pulled away.

"OK, I guess I deserve that. I know it's been a few days, and I'm sorry I stayed away, but it was time I needed."

John crouched down beside a column.

"I know, words are hollow, but this should help you understand."

Jane approached him, and bent down. She took his face in her hands, and drew him into a kiss. He put his arms around her, and lifted her to her feet as he stood. They stood there, kissing; touching. John pulled back.

"Not too soon?" he asked. While waiting for Jane's answer, heavy breathing was all you could hear.

"Not anymore," Jane exhaled.

John lunged at Jane, almost knocking her down in his desire to be 'closer'.

"Gentle…it's OK."

He looked into her eyes with a hunger. He stroked her neck and throat with his hands, and she gave tacit approval with a look. John ran his lips against her neck, and up to her ear, pulling back her hair. He had just gotten to the base of Jane's neck when her phone rang. She tried to ignore it, but a gut sense said 'answer it'.

"Slow down, Nicki honey, what's the matter?"

John stopped at hearing Jane's worried tone.

"Is she OK?" John asked.

"Physically, she's fine. She was with a friend who got pulled over. I have to go bail my sister out of jail."

"Jail?"

"A big cage."

"You must go?"

"I'm sorry, John, yeah, I must go. But I'll see you as soon as possible."

Jane gave John a quick goodbye kiss, but lingered near his lips. With a look into his eyes and a smile, Jane left.

"Nicki, do I know these friends?"

"It's a friend of a friend."

"It never occurred to you 'what am I getting in to'?"

"It was a five minute ride. It looked like it was going to rain."

"Next time - get wet."

"I know. I'm sorry."

"I know you are, it's just the timing really sucks."

Nicki raised an eyebrow at her sister.

"I was talking to John."

"Finally. How many days was it this time?"

"What do you mean?"

"You've been all or nothing with him since the suspension started."

"Let's just get you home."

They stepped off the curb in front of the police station, and a car driving by puddle splashed Jane with mud. Nicki was able to avoid it, but Jane got plastered with mud. When they got home, Nicki bolted for her bedroom, and Jane showered.

She had just finished the shower, and headed back into her bedroom wearing her robe. She heard a rapping at the window, and had just enough time to turn when John opened and came through. 'At least he knocked', Jane thought, glad she'd been able to get him to give her some warning. Jane moved to meet John as he stepped from sill to floor. She greeted him with an embrace, and they melted into each other. As they stepped back from the hug, John ran his finger down over Jane's lips, and tilted his head so he could move in for a kiss. Jane didn't pull back, and they both kept their eyes wide open until the moment their lips touched. Jane led him through kiss after kiss, increasingly passionate.

The one remaining button holding John's shirt on let go, and Jane eased the shirt off John's shoulders as they continued to kiss. Jane's hands wandered slowly down from John's shoulders to his elbows, and then found themselves back up at his neck. John tried to do everything with his hands that Jane had done, but Jane's robe kept him from her skin. Jane realized what John wanted. She undid the belt of her robe, pulled the sides open, and pressed herself fully against him. John's gauzy, drawstring pants clung to his hips as he began to explore Jane with his hands. Moments of being absolutely lost in each other were interrupted only by longing looks into each other's eyes.

Jane knew when she kissed John earlier this afternoon that he would take it as the signal that she was ready to be closer. If only she hadn't been called away from him then…oh, but that didn't matter now. Instinct and desire were weaving their spell. Seconds after Jane released the drawstring, John stepped from the puddle of cloth around his ankles, and was pulled onto the bed. Jane no longer had to try to ignore her dream. John was there, fulfilling more desires than Jane knew she had.

Still breathing hard, Jane began to slip from the bed. John put a hand on her shoulder in question.

"It's OK. I'll be right back."

Jane withdrew to the bathroom, and John withdrew to the edge of her bed. He was semi-curled, covered only by a triangle corner of the sheet. He watched the doorway nervously for Jane's return, the child-like innocence shining through.

As she returned to him, Jane noticed that glimmer of insecurity.

"Are you OK?" Jane asked as she crawled back into bed with him. He looked at her with a coy, shy glance.

"Really, you can tell me."

Haltingly, he began, "Did I…"

"Did you…what?"

"Did I…Do it right?"

"Of course you did. You were fantastic."

There was a palpable silence as Jane searched his eyes. Suddenly, a thought dawned.

"This was the first time you…"

John nodded.

"I should have thought; I wish I'd known."

"Why?"

"Because…I could have re-assured you, let you know."

Jane moved in closer to John, and he followed suit until they met in the middle of the bed. John slipped his arms around Jane's waist, and put his head on her chest.

"I like the way it feels," John quietly uttered, slightly muffled by his own hair.

Jane pressed her face into John's hair and answered, "So do I, John."

She ran her finger down the center of John's forehead, and right down his nose to the tip. He smiled, and nuzzled Jane. She laid her head back against the pillow and smiled, stroking John's blond mane.

John is a very light sleeper. Every time Jane moved, his eyes flashed opened. He would look for her eyes, but they were closed tightly. All he could see was her satisfied smile, and how her skin appeared iridescent in the moonlight. He was intrigued. He stroked her neck and shoulder, and Jane's eyes opened.

"You're awake," Jane stated. She ran her hand out John's arm until she found his hand, and their fingers intermingled. With the other hand, Jane cleared the hair out of John's face, and gave him a quick kiss. He licked his lips, to relive Jane's taste, and he made intense eye contact with her. Even in the dark, you could see Jane's face flush red. John started kissing her, and he kept at it. A surge of heat ran through Jane's body, with a corresponding surge of energy. She rolled John onto his back, and nailed his shoulders to the mattress. Once the momentary alarm subsided in his brain, John succumbed to Jane's touch and kiss. He ran his fingers up the back of her neck, and gathered Jane's hair. He pulled her close to kiss her, and they rolled onto their sides. It was clear that before the new day dawned, they would know every inch of each other's bodies.