“Fresh start?” Jonah asks.
“Fresh start,” Amy agrees. There’s a heavy pause, and the way he’s smiling at her makes her heart flutter. Her breath catches in her throat and she has to turn away before she can do something stupid like kiss him again.
God, she hasn’t been able to stop thinking about his hands on her body since the night at the golf course. Having Jonah pressed up against her while talking softly in her ear, his touch gentle but confident, made her yearn for more.
But his friendship is important to her, so she can’t let herself think about him like that. Fresh start.
Suddenly he’s there, in her space, cupping her face and pulling her in. Her hands flutter to his sides as she moves instinctively into his kiss, pressing her body into his. It’s firmer than their last kiss. Where that had been achingly slow and tender this, while brief, has an edge to it that leaves them both a little breathless when they separate. Their bodies are still flush and his gaze is heated and she wants desperately.
She surges into him without thinking, pressing him back into the nearest surface and kissing him hungrily. His tongue caresses her lower lip and she opens her mouth to him. Jonah groans when their tongues meet and it’s fucking electric. Pure, aching desire sparks deep in her core. Her hands scramble to push his work vest off, wanting to touch him without the gross polyester uniform in the way. Hers quickly follows and then Jonah is moving her back against the table and pressing between her legs when she hops onto it. They stop kissing to unbutton each other’s shirts but his eyes don’t leave her mouth the whole time. She’s never seen him like this, so focused on one thing, and it’s a heady feeling.
“Oh my God how many buttons do you have?” She gripes. Her hands are shaking a little, clumsy with need, and it’s taking way too fucking long. It would be more efficient if they could stop kissing for more than a few seconds at a time, but neither of them seems able to resist the other’s mouth.
As soon as his shirt is off she’s eagerly moving to undo his belt. She yanks off her own pants and underwear, swiveling fully onto the table as he hastily shucks his own pants and clambers up to join her. He pushes his boxers down but then hesitates, hovering above her.
“Wait, uh, d-do I need a...?”
“No I’m already pregnant”
Amy wants him too much right now to worry about STDs. Besides, Jonah is the most neurotic and fastidious person she knows- he’d definitely be on top of getting tested. And she’s only been with Adam.
“Oh right, that’s awesome! Great!”
“Yeah,” she agrees, mostly to shut him up.
She pulls him down into a kiss, gasping into his mouth as he allows more of his weight to settle on her. Between her legs. The feeling of his body against hers and his tongue in her mouth is almost overwhelming. Her hips jerk involuntarily, grinding up against his.. okay, that’s Jonah’s cock. Jonah’s very hard cock. Pressed firmly against her hip.
Amy breaks the kiss, clinging to his shoulders and moaning into his neck as they press together everywhere and their hips start to rock slowly. Little jolts of electric pleasure skitter up her spine.
“God, Amy,” he moans, rolling his hips against her. “Can, umm.. can I-?” He trails off, inching his hand between them and shifting his hips so his hand can hover just over her crotch, eyes searching hers.
She’s kind of surprised that he isn’t just going for it. It checks out, though, that the guy who calls himself an ally to women wouldn’t want to just stick it in after a few minutes of kissing. Even though she’s fully good to go, like... now.
He looks concerned for a second, like there is any chance in hell she’s about to call this off. She kind of wants to argue with him about implied consent but she wants this, him, way more.
“Yeah, whatever, just do it,” Amy groans
His brow scrunches up. “Ames if you don’t want to do this it’s completely-”
“Fucking hell Jonah will you stop talking and get on with it?!”
Apparently that’s close enough to the verbal consent he’s going for because Jonah grins and presses his hand against her, cupping over where she’s so warm and wet for him. He uses his thumb to press teasingly at her clit and her hips stutter into his hand, searching for more. He’s watching her so closely, gauging her reaction, and the intense eye contact is too much. She lets her head fall back and closes her eyes and even though he’s probably still watching her she feels less exposed like this.
“Uh, do you need-” he cuts off the question as his long, nimble fingers spread her open, “-oh shit you’re so wet” he groans, tentatively sliding his middle finger into her.
Amy’s eyes snap open, her attempt at an angry expression completely ruined by her dilated pupils and parted lips. “Yeah, sorry I’m into th- oh my god” Her retort morphs into a whimper as he curls his finger upwards and presses against the spongy tissue of her g spot.
“There?” He asks seriously, biting his lip in concentration and pressing more firmly. Her body jolts, curling in on itself, the pressure like a delicious punch to the gut and she’s fucking done. All she can do is let her legs fall open further and nod frantically before dropping her head back onto the table.
“Fuck,” he whispers, sounding awed. “Okay, yeah, yeah, I’ve got you. I’ve got you.” He pulls out carefully and spits onto his hand. It’s somehow the filthiest thing she’s ever seen and it’s Jonah casually spitting, Jonah pressing two long fingers into her.
He’s saying something about the organic aloe based lube he has at home but he’s fucking his fingers into her now, pressing up into her g spot with each thrust, and she really isn’t paying attention to his rambling.
She writhes under him, her body torn between being borderline overstimulated and wanting more. Jonah presses his other hand low on her tummy, keeping her from moving too much and stimulating her g spot from the outside simultaneously. The sounds of slippery skin and her gasping breaths fill the room. It’s good. It’s so fucking good, but she wants more.
“Hey,” she grabs his wrist to stop him. He starts to look panicked so she shakes her head and continues quickly, “no no this is great, seriously, but I want...” she releases his wrist and slides her hand down to grope as much of his cock as she can reach. He’s fully hard and she tries not to feel too proud of herself.
“You gonna say it?” He drawls, voice low and rough in a way she’s never heard.
“I’m sorry, what?!” Amy growls, closing her hand around him and giving him a rough jerk. She feels vindicated when his eyes flutter closed and his hips jerk forwards into her hand. It’s gotta be too dry, but he’s fucking into her hand anyways, clearly as desperate as she is for more. Unfortunately, he is also just as stubborn as she is.
“Say what you want, Amy.” He insists, breathy and seductive in her ear, making her squirm. Christ, his fingers are still inside of her, pressing oh so intimately against her walls while while she jerks him roughly.
He nips at her earlobe and then kisses down her neck while he humps into her hand. She hates him. God she hates him so fucking much for making her ask for it.
He withdraws his fingers from her and slides them into her bra. Her back arches as his damp fingers roughly caress a nipple, a loud moan escaping from somewhere deep inside her.
Sex hasn’t felt this frantic and sloppy and unfairly good in years, if ever. Her and Adam had a pretty decent sex life for most of their marriage, but she can’t remember a time that it was wild and desperate like this.
It’s ridiculous, really, the two of them half dressed and rutting gracelessly against each other on the table in the photo lab on work time. It doesn’t even matter, though. Her body is aching and desperate and she’s gonna lose her damn mind if he doesn’t put his dick in her soon.
Amy lets go of his dick and wraps both hands into his stupid crunchy hair, yanking him back from where she suspects he may have been giving her a hickey.
He’s... god he’s beautiful. His hazel eyes are dark with lust and his wet, swollen mouth looks like pure sin. He looks like he wants to eat her alive and she couldn’t be more on board.
She tries to sound demanding, but her voice comes out weaker and pleading when she caves. “Jonah. Fuck me.”
“Yeah. God, yeah, okay. Gladly.” She rolls her eyes in annoyance, about to tell him to get on with it when he reaches down and rubs the head of his dick between her lips, up to her clit and back down to where she’s aching for him. He does it a handful of times, looking down between them, watching his cock rubbing against her, teasing her, and it feels obscene.
He looks her in the eye as he nudges forwards a fraction of an inch, pressing the head of his cock right where she needs him. There’s a breathless, silent moment and suddenly this feels huge. Once they do this there’s no going back.
She doesn’t know what to say, if she should be serious or snarky. So she just nods at him and then he’s sliding steadily into her and it’s like coming up for air in a swimming pool, pure relief, everything sliding into place with one deep, aching breath. She can’t help but smile a little, relishing in the stretch, the feeling of Jonah inside her. He feels so so good. He feels like coming home.
Holy shit they are actually doing this.
Amy pulls Jonah down into a deep, searching kiss as he begins to slowly rock his hips into her. It’s surprisingly tender, a stark contrast to the frenzied build up. The way he’s holding her, touching her, grinding deep inside her without really withdrawing.
“Jonah please,” she whispers into his mouth, wrapping her legs around his narrow hips and pushing up against him, urging him on.
He snaps his hips once, sharply, forcing a sound embarrassingly close to a sob out of her.
She nods quickly. “Yeah, so good, come on.”
Jonah finally starts fucking her in earnest, deep, hard thrusts that she doesn’t think could get any better until he is hitching one of her legs higher on his hip, angling her pelvis so he hits her g spot with deadly accuracy.
It’s almost too much, the pleasure sharp and bright, but she wants more. Wants everything he has. She grabs his ass and starts meeting his thrusts as best she can. It takes a few tries to get the timing right but then it clicks and they are in synch and it’s mind meltingly good and her sex-dumb mind can’t figure out why they haven’t been doing this for years when their bodies are this compatible. When it feels this fucking great.
He shifts his weight so he can get a hand between them to rub her clit, but the movement causes him to slip out.
“It’s like a waterpark down here,” he snorts, cock sliding around as he tries to line himself back up.
“I will murder you in your sleep,” Amy retorts.
“Will you though?” He teases, rubbing firm circles over her clit and pressing back into her with one hard thrust, effectively shutting down her response.
He buries himself deep in her a handful of times before his body starts to quiver. “Amy, fuck, I’m gonna...” he groans long and low, eyes squeezed shut in concentration as he tries to hold back his orgasm. “Sh-should I pull out?”
Completely disregarding the fact that’s she’s going to have to go back to work with his cum dripping out of her she shakes her head and locks her legs around him. “No,” she adds, realizing that his eyes are still closed.
“Oh my GOD that’s so hot Amy, fuck you’re so sexy” and then he’s thrusting once, twice, three times before coming deep inside of her, panting and groaning against her neck.
He pulls out, after a moment, and rolls over so they are flopped side by side while he catches his breath.
“Soooo,” she says, breaking the silence. “You still haven’t retired the word sexy.”
Jonah laughs good-naturedly, covering his face with his hands and shaking his head. “I was awake half the night kicking myself after the wedding.”
Amy laughs too, remembering him calling everyone and everything sexy the next day in a transparent attempt to downplay what he said. And then they are both giggling helplessly, high on endorphins and sex and each other.
“Hey,” he says softly when his laughter dies down, turning his head to look at her. There’s less of the awkwardness that she expected when she turns to meet his soft, affectionate gaze.
“Hey,” she responds quietly, shivering as Jonah runs a thumb gently down her cheek and traces her lower lip.
“So you, uh, didn’t... finish? Right? I can... umm, how do you want it?”
She’s tempted for a minute, imagining his head between her legs, those soft soft lips and confident tongue taking her apart. But then her practical side kicks back in.
“No it’s fine, I’m good.”
“No, Amy, I want to-”
“Jonah, seriously,” she cuts him off. “That was really good. I’m good.”
He starts saying something about the orgasm gap and devaluing female sexuality, but she keeps talking over him. “This table is starting to really hurt my back and we should probably get out of here before someone catches us.”
Jonah huffs, but must agree because he hops off the table and starts putting his clothes back on.
Without thinking she adds “you can just get me back next time.”
Jonah whips around, boxers halfway up his legs. She doesn’t even register what she said until a small smile begins to creep onto his face.
“Next time, huh?”
There’s really no point acting uninterested in him anymore so Amy just shrugs. “Yeah, umm, next time. Maybe somewhere with a bed where there’s no risk of our coworkers walking in?”
His eyes take her in slowly and she blushes, realizing how debauched she must look sprawled there with her shirt half off, bra askew, hair undoubtedly a mess and his cum leaking slowly out of her.
“Yeah, I’d like that.” His voice is so sincere. Soft and low and holy shit she already wants to go again. This might become a problem. “I’ll just have to get you back twice,” he says, a glint in his eyes.
“Jonah,” she whimpers, her body heating at the look in his eyes. God she hadn’t realized before just how much she wanted him.
He tosses her pants to her. “Think fast Sosa, better put these on before Dina comes looking for us.”
Amy starts getting dressed, the image of Dina walking in on them successfully having dampened her arousal.
“Did I ever tell you about the time Dina tried to have sex with me in here?” He asks conversationally.
“Seriously? No! Back when you were new and she had a crush on you?”
“Ah you knew about that?” He looks sheepish. “Yeah... she also kissed me in a changing room and told me my teeth tasted good?”
“And you didn’t go for it?” Amy asks, buttoning up her shirt and watching him do the same. “She seems like she’d be fun in bed. Why’d you never tell me?”
“Fun, or terrifying?” He asks. “I mean, I didn’t tell anyone, really. I didn’t want to embarrass her. And really, can you blame her for wanting a piece of this?” He gestures up and down his body. His tone is self deprecating but playful.
He’s fully dressed now but still looks completely fucked out. He’s still a little sweaty and flushed, hair thoroughly mussed and mouth red and swollen and she’d agree with that sentiment if she didn’t still have some pride.
“Besides,” his voice is serious now, “I had my eye on another coworker at the time.”
It’s not like she didn’t know, but Amy’s stomach still flips. “Mmmhmm, Sandra?” She jokes.
His mouth curves up into a smirk. “Justine, actually. I’m a sucker for blondes.”
She wants to kiss his smart, smirking mouth so badly, so she moves quickly into his space and pecks him on the lips. He looks a little flustered but pleased.
Amy turns and marches towards the door before they can start ripping each other’s clothes off again.
“Come on, Jonah. Let’s get back out there.”
Well, Living for this Feeling was meant to be a one-shot, but I couldn’t leave these two alone.
The second Amy and Jonah step out of the photolab they are greeted by about 15 coworkers clapping and wolf whistling. Amy freezes. How do they know what happened in there? Did she get that loud?
“That’s my boy!” Garrett exclaims proudly.
Amy glances at Jonah who is wringing his hands and looking panicked. Despite his efforts to lay it down his hair is still messy and it makes her stomach swoop, half with pride for having been the one to mess it up, and half with a protective urge to fix it for him. She has to clench her hands into fists to avoid reaching out for him in front of everyone.
“I knew you two were in love,” Sandra sniffles, wiping at her eyes.
“Oh, Sandra, no-” Amy starts at the same time that Jonah starts stuttering various stilted syllables.
They are saved from finishing their sentences by a very harried looking Glenn busting around the corner, cellphone in hand.
“I need to see you two in my office please! Now!” He screeches, determinedly avoiding eye contact before turning on his heel and scurrying towards his office.
Jonah turns to her, bewildered. “How does he…?”
Amy shakes her head and shrugs, her words getting stuck in her throat when their eyes meet and hold for a second too long. Her heartbeat kicks up, everything around them fading for the briefest moment before Sandra’s voice cuts through.
“Oh my God, they are so cute,” she stage whispers.
“Oh for the love of-” Amy rolls her eyes and grabs Jonah by the forearm, pulling him behind her as she marches away after Glenn, leaving their whooping and cheering coworkers behind.
The emergency conference call with corporate regarding the... incident ends up taking several hours and the rest of the staff is gone by the time Amy and Jonah are released from Glenn’s office.
Once outside the store Glenn breaks the awkward silence by mumbling incoherently while avoiding eye contact before hustling off across the empty parking lot.
“I think we broke him!” Jonah jokes half-heartedly, watching as Glenn drops his keys three times before managing to unlock his car.
“Poor guy had a big day,” Amy agrees, zipping up her jacket and stuffing her hands into the pockets. She watches as Glenn gets settled in the driver’s seat only to drop his keys again. When he bends to retrieve them the seatbelt catches him roughly and he somehow sets off the car alarm, making him jump and hit his head on the roof of the car. Amy winces sympathetically.
“The farting thing, our sex tape, now a possible concussion,” Jonah lists.
His tone is casual, but Amy’s body still heats at the mention of the sex, her mind suddenly filled with images of his hands on her skin and his warm, solid body against hers. The way they moved together, the pleasure building as he buried himself inside her over and over…
Glenn’s headlights pass over them and shake her from her thoughts as he finally manages to pull out of the parking lot.
And just like that they are alone.
Looking at him now, illuminated by the warm glow of the streetlights, it feels simple. It’s almost possible to forget that hundreds of strangers, most of their coworkers, and possibly one freshly dumped ex-girlfriend watched them have sex. She can almost forget the whole pregnant with Adam’s baby thing, being suspended from work for 3 months when she has a second child on the way, and the fact that Jonah is kind of her best friend and she really doesn’t want to lose him.
“You know,” Jonah says, his tone still light and playful, “we really did distract from the farting debacle, he should be thanking us.”
Amy chuckles, trying not to let her face show too much of the fondness she’s feeling towards him. She likes him so much. It’s annoying.
He grins back at her but then something shifts, his smile suddenly looking forced. He looks down at the concrete and wrings his hands together, swaying back and forth on his feet nervously.
“So, umm, do—do you...regret...?” He gestures awkwardly between the two of them and bumps his fists together. His cheeks color and he winces.
“The sex? No,” Amy answers honestly. “I don’t love the accidental exhibitionism...but I don’t regret having sex with you.”
“Ok, good.” The tension drains from his body immediately.
“Not for a second,” Jonah responds quietly, his face so open, his expression almost unbearably soft.
Their eyes catch and hold, sending a ripple of nervous excitement through Amy’s body as she registers how close they are standing. Definitely closer than they started, as if their bodies are drawn together like magnets. Like they can’t help but seek each other out.
The tension is palpable, but she can’t think of anything to say, any quips or jokes to break it.
Jonah’s throat moves as he swallows and his eyes flick down to her lips and linger there. When their eyes meet again his are dark and wanting.
Without breaking eye contact Jonah moves in slowly until their bodies are an inch apart.
“Is this okay?” He asks, voice low as his hands flutter before timidly coming up to rest on her waist.
His eyelashes are so long, the streetlights making them cast spidery shadows down his cheeks. He’s stupidly, unfairly beautiful, even this close up with every fine line and imperfection visible.
“Yeah, you know we had sex—”
“I remember,” Jonah says, eyes twinkling as he slides his hands from her hips to the small of her back and pulls their bodies together that final inch. He dips his head and moves in slowly, letting the anticipation grow before both their eyes close and their lips meet gently.
It starts slow, nothing more than a soft, almost cautious brushing of lips, so different from the rushed desperation earlier.
The lingering tension from the warehouse kiss and the subsequent fight mixed with the months, years, of forbidden attraction and suppressed desires had been a powder-keg. Jonah’s kiss in the photo lab was the spark that finally ignited it. In the moment, with their need for each other suddenly burning hot and out of control, there had been no time for anything but the frantic pursuit of sexual gratification.
Now with the initial blast out of the way everything feels less urgent and they are able to explore a little. Their lips brush slowly together, getting to know the shape and the taste and the feel of the other. The scent of him this close up, the woodsy scent of his cologne and the hint of coconut from his hair, is intoxicating.
Amy lifts up on her toes and wraps her arms around his neck, her body melting against his as the kiss deepens. Her fingers tease along the nape of his neck and slide up into the product free hair at the back of his head. His hair is fine but thick and impossibly soft between her fingers. He sighs happily when she runs her nails lightly across his scalp so she does it again, harder, making him moan softly against her lips. Her whole body flushes at the sound as she thinks about getting her hands all over him and making him moan loud and unrestrained, suddenly wanting it so badly it feels like a physical ache.
Craving more, Amy presses her tongue into his mouth, teasing softly before retreating. Jonah groans, his hands sliding into her hair and tilting her face to just the right angle to deepen the kiss further. His steady confidence is a little surprising and extremely hot.
Hands start to wander as the heat builds between them. Jonah’s hands move from her hair to her waist to her ass. He squeezes, dragging their hips together and causing a hot jolt of lust to spark through her body and settle between her legs. Amy gasps at the intensity of it, breaking the kiss.
They pant against each other’s lips for a few seconds, trying to catch their breath. After taking a few deep breaths Amy opens her eyes and finds a pink cheeked Jonah looking back at her, somewhat crosseyed from the proximity. She laughs joyfully and he grins back, that stupid beautiful smile of his that has given her butterflies for much longer than she would care to admit. Groaning, she presses her face into his neck for a second before extricating herself from his embrace.
He looks so young- his expression far too open, his face vulnerable in its honesty. He’s looking at her like he sees her, really sees her, and it’s almost overwhelmingly intimate. Somehow more intimate than the actual sex they had just hours prior.
She really wants to take him home, but the way he’s looking at her has her feeling jittery and weirdly nervous all of a sudden.
“So uh anyways,” she says a touch too loudly, trying to regain her footing. “Wanna get some food?”
It’s past midnight so the only place open is the McDonald’s drive-thru, which is how the two of them end up in her car back in the Cloud 9 parking lot working their way through two grease stained paper bags heaped with fast food.
“I didn’t actually sleep with Tate,” Amy tells Jonah, popping a fry into her mouth.
“Oh, umm... okay?”
She’s not sure why she’s telling him this, but it feels important. She explains the one armed pushups and Tate’s supposed meeting at 2am.
“Huh.” Jonah chews thoughtfully on a chicken nugget. “Why was he doing one-armed pushups? Is that some kind of seduction technique I’m not up on?”
“Follow up question- how did you end up making out with Tate anyways? He’s... Tate!”
“I dunno. I was so bad at flirting that I maybe killed a groundhog. It’s not important,” she adds, waving off Jonah’s confused expression.
“Then Mateo tried to set me up with his boring cousin, and him and Cheyenne basically called me a 4.”
She takes a deep breath and pretends to dig around in the bag for stray fries so she doesn’t have to look at him for the next part.
“I missed you and I just wanted to talk to you, but you and Kelly were being super flirty over the intercom all day and it sucked. I don’t know, I was sad and Tate flirted and I went for it. Chey called him a 10 and I just wanted to prove myself and get everyone off my back.”
The silence that stretches between them feels suffocating. Amy grabs her drink for something to do and slurps up the remnants even though it’s just gross melted ice with a hint of Coke now.
“Amy,” Jonah finally says, so softly that it hurts.
“Yeah, uh, anyways what happened to Tate,” she asks quickly. “I haven’t seen him in months. He probably lost his license, that guy did a lot of shady stuff. He also told me he thinks God is a frog, which is just-”
“Amy!” Jonah says again, louder this time, successfully stopping her nervous rambling. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you. I was a shitty friend and you—you deserved so much better.”
Amy shakes her head. “It’s not your fault. I pushed you away after... after the tornado. Everything felt so loaded with me kissing you and getting divorced and I just, my life was a mess and I wasn’t ready to admit how I felt about you so I pushed you away.”
Jonah smiles weakly and reaches out, taking one of her hands in his and squeezing supportively.
“I didn’t know you had feelings. For me. Uh, how—how long have you...?” He trails off awkwardly.
Amy hates being this open, feeling this vulnerable, but it’s Jonah. He put a thousand stars on the roof for her before he even knew her name. He helped Emma when she got her first period in the store. He convinced her to leave her parents to deal with their own mess for once and sang showtunes in the truck with her.
He’s been bringing little moments of beauty into her life since the day they met. He deserves a bit of honesty from her, even if its hard.
“I don’t know, exactly, how long I’ve... liked you.” She makes a face at how high school the wording sounds. “Longer than I should have,” she admits, thinking back to the days when work was almost her sanctuary.
Before the storm, before everything got weird and tense between them, she used to look forward to work. It was still a shitty job, but it let her escape the tension and pressure at home. It let her spend time with Jonah who, against all odds, somehow became her favorite person to be around.
He had inserted himself into her life with his cheesy lines and annoying stories and showed her how to make herself a priority again. He made her feel young and hopeful in a way she had thought just wasn’t in the cards for her anymore.
She couldn’t place exactly when the more than friendly feelings started. There were signs early on that she had pointedly ignored. The way her ears rang and her blood ran cold watching Naomi touching him so casually. The sour surge of possessiveness she felt watching Kristen and Jonah flirting.
She knew deep down, almost from the start, that there was something big and complicated brewing between them. She had suppressed it, pretending none of it was happening so she wouldn’t have to admit that her marriage was over and she’d been exhausted and unhappy for years.
“The day Barbarians Gate 3 came out... it reminded me how much better my life was with you in it. And I just, I dunno, finally admitted that I liked you. To myself and to Dina.”
It’s not a very good answer, but Jonah’s face softens into a look of pure warmth and affection that makes Amy’s breath catch in her throat. He rubs the back of her hand with his thumb before releasing it to cup her face with both hands, so gently, like she’s something precious. He leans in and kisses her achingly softly, not unlike the kiss they shared in the warehouse just days prior.
“For the record,” he says when they separate,“rating people is gross and reductive.” He has his annoying social justice warrior voice on. “But, if I had to... you’re obviously a 10.”
Amy rolls her eyes but has to bite her lip to stop from smiling.
“What am I?” He asks, leaning over to bump her shoulder playfully.
“Oh my God Jonah seriously? We aren’t doing this.”
“Come on! Rate me! I did you,” he goads her.
“Yeah, I’m absolutely not going to do that.”
“Oof, that bad?”
“No, Jonah! Look,” she sighs dramatically. “I, ugh, I’m...” she gestures at him, his face, his body. “I’m… attracted to you, ok?”
He throws his arms up in exasperation. “Yeah, obviously!”
Amy throws a fry in his stupid gloating face. “Obviously?! Cocky, much?”
The fry bounces off his collar bone and lands in his lap and he pops it into his mouth, effortlessly casual for possibly the first time in his life.
“I mean, I kissed you and you shoved me up against the nearest surface and started ripping my clothes off.”
“Ripping? Would we really call it ripping?” Amy’s cheeks and ears turn pink as she recalls how quickly her greedy hands went for his belt. She didn’t even try to get his t-shirt off, just went straight for his pants like she was starving for his cock.
“Hey, hey, I liked it!” He adds quickly, hands held up defensively. “It was hot! It was...insanely hot.”
Jonah’s voice drops on the last two words and the whole atmosphere changes in an instant. Suddenly the air feels heavy and charged between them, the way it feels before a lightning strike.
Amy can’t stop looking at him. His eyes, his mouth. God his mouth.
She licks her lips in anticipation and Jonah groans, eyes darkening as he tracks the movement. Her heart stutters and she can’t help but wonder if she’ll ever get used to him openly looking at her like this, all heat and hunger, like he wants to consume her. It makes her feel weirdly aware of her skin, like it’s suddenly too tight- hot and itchy and restrictive.
Their eyes lock for a brief second before they move simultaneously, his hands cupping her cheeks, fingers tangling in her hair as she grabs the collar of his button up and pulls him in.
Their lips meet and within seconds they are making out over the center console of her car like horny teenagers. It’s a little uncomfortable, twisted and leaning over like this, but she can’t find it in herself to be too bothered when their tongues meet and her whole body lights up.
She clutches his face and licks eagerly into his mouth, their kisses getting deeper and hungrier by the second as their need for each other escalates. His cheeks are soft and flushed under her palms with a hint of roughness from his barely there stubble. She rubs her thumbs over it while they kiss, loving the feeling the of the prickly hairs contrasted with his smooth skin.
After several long minutes the kiss shifts to something slower and more sensuous, deeper and dizzying. Amy lets out a soft and needy sounding whine, squeezing her thighs together as Jonah’s fingers run through her hair and their tongues caress each other slow and scorchingly hot. It feels like sex. Like they are fucking each other slowly and thoroughly with just their mouths. Hell, it’s somehow better than half the actual sex she’s had in her life. Her heart is racing, spreading heat through her body with each beat until she’s burning up and the distance between them feels huge. She wants him closer. Needs him closer.
Amy pulls away, panting, shocked at the intensity of the lust she’s feeling. Her head is foggy with desire and Jonah’s eyes appear dazed when he looks back at her.
“Holy shit,” she gasps, pressing a hand between her legs to take the edge off the aching heat building there, her need to be touched bordering on maddening. She didn’t know she could feel like this, this turned on, this out of control, and it’s scary and exciting.
“Amy, fuck.” Jonah’s voice is low and rough and there is a wild look in his eyes as he drinks in the sight of her. His eyes linger where she’s touching herself.
She drops her head back into her seat and closes her eyes, willing herself to calm down. She manages to clear her head enough to think rationally. She wants him. So fucking badly. But there isn’t really room in her car for sex, and given their unfortunate blunder earlier it would probably be best to avoid public sex.
“Not here,” she tells him, voice raspier than usual once she manages to find it.
She opens her eyes and risks a glance at him. His eyelids are heavy, his mouth wet, and his erection is obvious through his tight pants. He looks so fucking good it makes her whimper and rock her hips into the driver’s seat. It’s taking a huge amount of self control to not just reach over and shove her hand down his pants.
She didn’t realize that she wanted him this much. Until the night at the golf course it had been a mostly emotional crush. Sure there was a level of physical attraction there, it’s not like she would have kissed Marcus if he were the one beside her during the tornado, but her feelings had been largely innocent. Then she learned what it felt like to have his hands on her body, his breath tickling her neck, his warmth seeping into her skin and she started noticing the physical things. How big his hands are, how soft his lips look, how much she wanted to touch his forearms that seemed to always be out in his stupid button ups.
“My eyes are up here,” Jonah teases when Amy stares at the hard line of his erection a little too long. He raises his eyebrows at her and looks way too pleased when she manages to look him in the eye again.
“Stop looking at me like that,” she scolds him, squirming in her seat. He smirks, seemingly nonplussed though there is a telling splotchy flush on his neck and the bit of chest she can see.
“My place? Emma is with Adam.”
She’s pulling out of the spot they were parked in and speeding down the street before he even finishes agreeing.
This is long and pure filth. Sometimes I worry I’m making them too horny for each other but then I remember that in canon they banged at work and I feel okay about it.
There’s a moment of awkwardness when they enter Amy’s house, the heat having died down to a somewhat uncomfortable silence over the course of the drive.
“Sooo,” Amy starts, looking sheepishly away and turning to lock the door behind them.
“Sooo,” Jonah echoes softly.
His cool fingertips graze her skin as he tenderly tucks some unruly hair behind her ear and sweeps the length of it back and away.
Amy swallows as he steps in close and brushes his lips over the delicate skin behind her ear before trailing kisses down her neck as far as her jacket will allow.
The deadbolt clunks into place, echoing through the otherwise silent entryway. The moment feels delicate, precious, and Amy clings to it, unzipping her jacket and shaking it to the floor without turning around. Once the jacket is discarded Jonah presses in even closer so their bodies are flush as his lips brush barely there kisses down the newly exposed skin. He’s hard against her ass and he gasps when she intentionally shimmies her hips back against him.
“God Amy,” Jonah breathes damply against her throat, his fingertips digging into her hips, his teeth nipping at her skin, “you have no idea how much I want you.”
It reminds her of his little self deprecating one day you might even like me, and she’s taken aback. How does he not know? She was the one who kissed him during the tornado and again in the warehouse. She was the one who escalated things today in the photolab. She is the one who just committed a handful of traffic violations in her rush to get him somewhere private.
Maybe she’s a little heavy on the teasing and a little light on the sincerity, but he must know by now how she feels. She wants to reassure him but the words get stuck in her throat, can’t quite get over the wall she’s carefully built up between them over the last few years.
“I mean,” Amy turns in his arms and presses her palm over his erection, opting as usual for sarcasm over sincerity. “I might have some idea.”
Jonah’s eyes flutter as she rubs him over his pants. He’s so responsive to her touch, already panting a little, and Amy is about three seconds away from shoving her hand down his pants just to see his reaction when he grabs her face and kisses her fervently.
Her hands wrap in his hair, trying to pull him closer, closer. She’s pressed between his body and the door but it still doesn’t feel close enough. Her hands come down to shove at his jacket, craving his skin, and then he’s shaking it off and somehow they manage to get both of their button-ups off without separating from each other. Jonah eventually has to step back to peel off his t-shirt but then he’s right back in her space, kissing down her jaw and neck again.
His mouth feels impossibly good at the base of her neck, sucking just above the collarbone, and her legs give out a little when his tongue swirls over the tender mark he’s been sucking.
“Are you giving me a hickey? How old are you?”
Jonah just chuckles.
She wants to scold him but it feels so good that she’s dizzy with it, pinned to the wall by his hips and his mouth and his hands.
His hands are all over her and there’s a restlessness to his touch, like he’s trying to touch all of her at once, like he’s trying to commit every inch to memory. His fingers run up and down her bare sides, through her hair, dig into her hips. One hand cups the side of her thigh and hitches it up so he’s pressing right between her legs. It feels like all the oxygen has been sucked out of the room. She can’t fucking breathe, all she can manage is shallow gasps that leave her lungs burning and her head spinning.
Desperate for more she pushes him back and grabs his hand, dragging him over to the couch.
“God, Amy,” Jonah groans appreciatively as she straddles his lap and leans in to kiss him open mouthed and filthy.
His warm hands slide slowly up her back and unclasp her bra, sliding the straps down her arms and tossing it aside while they kiss. One hand returns to her upper back, holding her tightly to his chest while the other hand moves between them, the rough pad of one fingertip teasing around her nipple, just barely touching. Amy lets out a pleased hum, back arching into his touch, wordlessly asking for more. He obliges, rubbing more firmly and ducking his head to get his mouth on the other one. Her head drops back with pleasure as his fingers and his lips and his tongue play with her nipples until she’s panting and squirming in his lap.
Unable to wait any longer, Amy pulls away to stand and hastily takes off her jeans.
“You’re so beautiful,” Jonah whispers, staring at her body silhouetted in the moonlight in front of him.
“Lose your pants,” Amy orders, feeling embarrassed by the breathless reverence in his voice.
“Bossy,” he mumbles under his breath, but obediently reaches for his belt.
He gets his belt open and the button of his pants undone before freezing, his body motionless but for his trembling hands when Amy pulls down her panties. His eyes are wide and his mouth falls open at the sight of her naked body in front of him.
A burst of shyness has Amy fighting the urge to try and cover herself. She’s 14 weeks pregnant and was already softer, curvier, than the women she’s seen him with- Naomi, Kristen, that Stratus reporter lady. Kelly.
Seeming to catch himself, Jonah resumes stripping with renewed vigor. He doesn’t take his eyes off her naked body once as he awkwardly wiggles his pants down and off. His insistent gaze has Amy fighting the desire to suck in, to hide, but the soft moonlight in the otherwise dark room is flattering. Besides, the look in Jonah’s eyes and the erection that springs free when he pulls his boxers down definitely makes it seem like he likes what he sees.
For some reason both of them being naked seems to lessen her urgency. She lets herself look at him for a moment- something there hadn’t been the opportunity to do earlier. He’s not a frail as she first thought him, rather lean with a little more muscle than she expected and a hint of softness around his lower stomach and hips.
He looks good. Not that she’d admit it, but he’s actually pretty hot.
“What?” Jonah asks self consciously as she surveys him.
Amy just shakes her head, still too uncomfortable to compliment him after trying to suppress her attraction to him for so long.
“Nothi- oooh,” she breathes out shakily when Jonah starts stroking himself lazily without taking his eyes off of her.
For some reason it’s ridiculously hot watching him touch himself and it makes her freeze on the spot, torn between too many desires. She wants to watch him get himself off. Wants to slap his hand away and suck him off. Wants to get back in his lap and ride him hard and fast.
He twists his wrist over the head of his dick and moans, eyelids fluttering and toes curling in the carpet and Amy whines and lurches forwards, wanting to get her mouth on him more than anything. She closes the space between them and drops to her knees between his legs.
Jonah makes a strangled sound, his hands flailing to grip the edge of the couch as she takes his dick in her hand and licks slowly, teasingly up the side of him before flicking her tongue over the head.
“This okay?” She asks, glancing up through her lashes at his almost panicked looking face.
“Fuck yes,” he gasps, his eyes comically wide and glassy. “You, you don’t have to though, if you d-don’t- hhnnngh Amy!”
She’d probably laugh if her mouth weren’t otherwise occupied.
Amy works him slow and steady, taking cues from his moans and what makes his stomach and legs quiver. She goes until his knuckles are white where he’s gripping the couch and his breathing becomes irregular. When she looks up at him their eyes meet and she releases his cock from her mouth with a pop and a cheeky grin.
“Fuck!” He hisses through gritted teeth as his hips roll pathetically into the air, desperately chasing the feeling of her mouth on him.
“You wanna fuck me or finish like this?” Amy asks, voice deep and raspy.
Jonah swears again, squeezing his eyes closed for a second and rubbing his hands over his face. She waits patiently, amused by the mess she’s made of him.
“I... the, uh... the f-first one.”
She laughs, catching on to his struggle.
“Oh my God Jonah, is calling it fucking too crude for your delicate sensibilities? If you say something corny like make love, I swear to God.”
“Ay! Yous a beautiful broad,” he exclaims in his terrible Brooklyn accent, eyes twinkling. “I’d like ta schtup ya!”
Amy rolls her eyes and stands up, rolling out her neck and gesturing at him. “Come on, bedroom.”
He switches to his equally terrible Italian accent as he hurries to follow her down the dark hallway.
“Bellissima! Hop on-a my Vespa! I will take-a you to the beach. We will make-a the love all-a the night.”
Exasperated, she asks “why are you like this?”
Her bedroom is almost pitch black so she flicks on the small bedside lamp before laying down on her side. She’s feeling less self conscious now and doesn’t want anyone getting elbowed or kneed in the dark.
“Mmm like what?” He asks, laying down beside her and drawing her into a soft kiss while their legs tangle together. She presses her upper body into his, relishing the feeling of their naked bodies together like this, skin on skin, her hardened nipples rubbing against his chest and sending little waves of pleasure through her body.
It’s weird how not weird it feels to be doing this with him. How natural it feels to press up against him with nothing between them.
“Romantic?” He asks, his hand sliding slowly up her inner thigh. “Irresistible?”
“Annoying,” Amy says over him. “You know, this is exactly how I pictured sex with you going.”
“Ah, so you’ve imagined having sex with me?” He gloats, his fingers tracing the crevice where leg becomes groin, mere inches from where she’s aching for his touch.
He uses his other hand to press between their chests and rub the tip of his pointer finger around her nipple. It makes her shiver and she has to take a few seconds before she trusts herself to speak without her voice cracking.
“No! I mean, not really. Just like oh there’s Jonah I bet he’d be really annoying to have sex with... you’re focusing on the wrong part. The point is you’re annoying.”
His fingers are teasing so softly along the lips of her pussy now, not quite giving her what she needs. She shudders, closing her eyes and struggling to keep her breathing steady. Like everything they do there is a playful competitive edge here, and she’s not going to give in so easily.
“I dunno, Amy, it really sounds like you’ve been fantasizing about me.” His voice, when it’s low like this really does it for her. “I’ve thought about it, God I tried not to but I couldn’t help it. I’ve wanted to do this for so long.”
“Why would I fantasize about being annoyed during sex? Doesn’t that-” She cuts herself off, biting her lip to stop from gasping when his fingers finally move to her clit.
“Sorry, what was that?” He teases, fingers just barely brushing across her clit again and again, too softly but so fucking good regardless.
“Oh my god shut up!” Amy hisses.
Jonah, to his credit, just makes a pleased sound and keeps touching her, spreading her wetness around before going back to her clit, firmer now with two fingers. The way he is watching her makes her feel flushed and itchy, torn between finding it hot and feeling embarrassed.
She pulls him down into a kiss and breathes hard through her nose as he spreads her open and his nimble fingers start to really work her clit. It’s good, it’s unreasonably good, and when he taps his fingers firmly over her she cries out, her whole body arching up off the bed.
“God, Amy,” he breathes, sounding awed. “I have, I’ve wanted to do this for years. You are so beautiful… wanna make you feel good. C-can I... can I go down on you?”
“Please,” she agrees and he instantly starts slithering down her body, mapping her skin with his hands and mouth. She feels a little uneasy when he kisses the softness on her tummy, touches the fullness of her hips and thighs, but then he is kissing up her inner thigh while his hands spread her legs to make room for himself and all she can think about is his mouth. His perfect fucking mouth.
He watches her as he ducks his head and his lips brush ever so softly over her clit in a teasing, closed mouth kiss.
“Jo-naaaah,” she whines, thighs trembling as he does it again. She can feel the warmth and the dampness of his breath on her skin and she’s so over their game and just wants his mouth on her now. “Please Jonah I-”
He’s powerless to her begging. His tongue swirls softly around her a few times before flicking lightly over her clit. Amy gasps, her hips jerking against his mouth and her hands finding their way into his hair.
“Amy,” his voice is strained, low and ragged when he pulls back a fraction of an inch to speak. “Tell me, ok? I’m gonna... just tell me what’s good, ok? Or if something is too much?”
“I will,” she promises, using her grip on his hair to shove his head back down against her. He makes a strangled sound, something between a groan and a laugh that she feels more than hears as he presses his warm, wet mouth to her.
It takes a few minutes, minutes where she lays back and tries not to panic about this just being nice, with Jonah rotating patiently through different movements and angles and pressures to find what works for her. And then he hits some wonderful trifecta, the exact right amount of sucking and flicking and pressing and she makes a desperate, frantic noise.
“Ohmygodyes just like that,” she chokes out, heels digging into the bed on either side of him and hands pressing his head right where she wants him.
Her hips jerk up against his mouth and she opens her mouth to apologize but it comes out as a gasping sob when he presses one hand low on her stomach to hold her hips down while he slides two fingers from the other into her without missing a beat with his mouth.
The tension is building already, the jittery pleasure ramping up, spreading from her core through her legs and up into her chest. She clings to him, a grounding force while she loses herself in it- his fingers stretching her, fucking up against her g spot and his mouth, warm and wet and maddening on her clit.
“Fuuuck that’s good,” she breathes, body squirming against the intense pleasure building and threatening to overtake her.
He just keeps going and going, holding her down and giving, stretching her body to its limit like an elastic band about to snap. His lips are soft but his tongue is clever and ruthless, forcing a steady stream of gasps and broken moans from her. She can hear how wet she is around his fingers and it makes her hips grind down on his face. Jonah moans appreciatively at that and the vibrations reverberate throughout her body.
She opens her eyes and looks down at his dark head buried between her legs. His hips are rocking against the mattress and the fact that he’s getting off on this pushes her right to the edge. It’s too much. It’s too fucking good and she can’t take it.
She comes hard, legs trembling, his name loud on her lips as her body seizes before letting go of all tension in one long, delicious release.
He gentles, working her through her orgasm until she’s just a panting puddle of nerves.
“The was amazing,” he groans from between her legs once the aftershocks have subsided . He’s smiling drunkenly up at her, hair everywhere and the whole lower half of his face wet. He looks ridiculous and smug and maybe a little adorable. Though that could be her orgasm talking.
“Isn’t that my line?” She asks weakly, raising her head to peer down at him and petting at his hair, trying to tame the mess her hands made.
“I like getting people off,” he explains, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and climbing back up to lay beside her. “I, uh, also meant what I said. I have wanted to do that for a long time. So...yeah.”
“How long?” She hears herself asking, totally unbidden.
“I dunno, since, like, day one? You hated me so much and I just wanted to hold you down and make you come on my tongue.” His eyes are wide and serious and her stomach erupts in butterflies.
“Jesus,” Amy breathes out, stunned by his frankness, never having heard him say anything so blatantly sexual.
Jonah winces. “Sorry, was that too much? I didn’t mean, uh, just that umm... You were really—” He’s cut off by Amy’s index finger pressed over his lips.
“Jonah, hey, it’s fine,” she reassures him. “God, you talk so much.”
He nips at the tip of her finger playfully. Without pausing to think Amy traces his lips before sliding her finger into his mouth, over his tongue. He sucks lightly and they both moan.
“Oh,” Amy whispers, stunned.
His eye close, long eyelashes dusting his cheeks when she presses deeper into his mouth and something in her snaps. She pulls out and presses back in with two fingers, sliding them over his tongue while he sucks.
He looks wrecked when he opens his eyes again. She pulls her fingers out of his mouth and moves in to kiss him, moaning into his mouth when she sucks on his tongue and tastes herself.
“Jonah,” she whispers when they break apart to catch their breath. “You should fuck me.”
“Really? We don’t have to if it’s gonna be too much or you’re tired or-” he is cut off by Amy palming his half hard dick.
“Oh I want to,” she says breathily. “You up for it?” She looks down at his cock which is quickly filling back up from her touch and smirks suggestively at him, the tip of her tongue poking out under one of her canine teeth.
“Yeah, yes, for sure. I-I don’t know if I’m going to, uh, last? to get you off again, though.”
His voice cracks as she places one hand on his chest for balance and swings her leg so she’s straddling him. She jerks his cock a few times with her other hand and then guides him to her entrance.
“It’s fine,” she reassures him, just wanting to feel him inside of her again.
She’s still wet and relaxed from her orgasm so he slides into her effortlessly, but she opts to take her time, savoring each inch of his cock as it presses her open thick and hard and so fucking good it should be illegal.
“You feel so good,” she sighs once she’s fully seated. Her head falls back, hair cascading down her back as she rolls her hips slowly, getting the feel for him underneath her.
He rubs his hands up and down her thighs, watching transfixed as she starts rocking her hips slowly.
It goes on like that for some time, the slow pace a delicious tease, just enough for the pleasure to build gradually but not enough for either of them to get off. And then Amy falls forwards, her arms bracketing his head and her breasts brushing his chest. She buries her face in his neck and starts fucking herself on him in earnest.
Jonahs hips thrust up into her and the sensation makes them both swear. She raises her head to look him in the eyes for a second, her hair falling around their faces. She grunts, annoyed, shoving her hair out of the way before kissing him roughly.
It becomes less of a kiss and more the two of them panting in each other’s mouths as the pace of their hips pick up. Jonah wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer and fucking up into her with abandon while she grinds down against him.
“Amy-” he chokes out. She hums in response.
“Ames, uh,” he tries again. “I’m-I’m close... fuuuuuck that’s not helping,” he gasps, grabbing her hips to stop them mid roll.
She pulls back a little to look him in the eyes.
“So come. What’s the problem?” There’s a breathless edge to her voice.
“Do you, umm, c-can you..? Again?”
“Umm I don’t know, maybe.” Seeing how concerned he is about it she sighs and rolls off of him, ignoring his sound of protest and reaching into her bedside table and pulling out her vibrator.
“Here,” she hands it to him. “If you’re really that concerned, use this while you fuck me.”
Jonah turns it over in his hands a few times, turning it on and running through the different settings.
“Ok,” he agrees, grinning excitedly. “Roll over.”
He gets situated between her legs quickly. Amy expects him to start fucking her again, but he surprises her by first going in with the vibrator- pressing it to her clit and watching her closely when he turns it on.
“That good?” He asks roughly, watching as she throws an arm over her face.
“Yeah,” Amy groans. “Here, move it a little…” she reaches down to adjust his wrist position.
“Holy shit,” he gasps when her hips jerk and her eyes roll back in her head. “I could do this all night. Seriously, I could do this to you constantly, you have no fucking idea…”
He uses his free hand to pinch at a nipple as he increases the intensity of the vibrator, making Amy cry out. He’s still talking but she’s barely listening.
“Fuck me. Come on. Need you inside me,” Amy pleads, too far gone to filter herself or be self conscious.
She’s obscenely wet when he obliges and plunges into her.
“Amy, are you close?” He groans after only a minute. “I’m so. Fucking. Close.”
“Yeah, really close. Harder!” She pleads, reaching up to brace herself on the headboard.
He fucks her hard, the hand not controlling the toy yanking her hips into his thrusts while he increases the intensity on the toy again and Amy screams, her body convulsing wildly as she comes and comes and comes on him, her body clenching repeatedly and ripping his orgasm from him.
Jonah tosses the vibrator aside and collapses half on top of her as they catch their breath.
“Wow. I don’t think I have ever come that hard,” Amy giggles weakly once she has regained the ability to think. “I can’t feel my legs.”
“That was… wow,” Jonah agrees, rolling off of her and onto his back.
They lay together in a comfortable, amicable silence for several minutes before Amy yawns.
“God I’m tired.”
“Two incredible orgasms will do that to you,” Jonah says sounding smug.
Amy flings a pillow at him before checking the time on her alarm clock. “Also the fact that it’s 3:30 and I’ve been awake for almost 24 hours will do that.”
“Ugh, I should get going. Not that we have work tomorrow… but still.”
Amy rolls onto her side to look at him. “Your car is at the store still.”
“Yeah, I know. I can just get an Uber…”
“Jonah,” Amy interrupts him, exasperated. “Just stay.”
“I- I don’t want to impose, it’s fine, really, I just need to find my phone.”
Amy grabs his hand as he goes to get up. “Jonah, stop. It’s not an imposition at all. I… I’d like it if you stayed,” she admits quietly.
“Really?” Jonah asks hopefully, laying back down.
“Yeah.” They look at each other tenderly for a second before Amy has to look away. She rolls over to turn out the lamp. “Now go to sleep.”
“Okay… goodnight Amy.”
She’s never been able to go to sleep cuddling, but she wiggles close and presses her leg against his.
“See you in the morning, Jonah.”