Impatient for Lovin'
by sarAdora
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"Hell and damnation! Sometimes I think this job is going to be the death of me!" JC snarled as he slammed the phone down and then flew out of his chair so fast it hit the credenza behind him with an audible thud.

His yeoman cringed but remained silent. Been there, done that. The Admiral's normally even temper had hit a low note this week. He was always on edge when his wife was out of town. This time, Spencer had been away seven days and the entire staff had commiserated with each other over the Admiral's testy ways. There was even a plan afoot to try to get any and all textile art shows, conferences, or teaching seminars she planned to attend moved to the D.C. area. The consensus was the Admiral would be tolerable if the lady was sleeping in her own bed at night - correction, make that *his* bed. Amen and hallelujah!

"I assume, from my end of the conversation," JC snapped to the sailor standing at ease, "that you realize I have to go to London for a few days." Slamming his briefcase on his desk, he started filling it with the necessary documents.

"Aye-aye, sir."

Turning to leave, he added. "I'm headed home to pack. If you need me, call my cell phone."

"If you're rushed for time, I can take you to the airport, sir," his yeoman offered. "When's your flight?"

"Flight's at 2100 hours."

"It's only 1400 hours now. You have plenty of time."

"No, I *don't* have plenty of time. My wife's flight comes in at 1730 hours. My flight out is at 2100 hours. I damn sure would like to spend a little time with her! She's been in Paducah, Kentucky this whole damn week." Grumbling under his breath, he left every man and woman on duty in his bullpen holding their collective breaths.

Dulles International Airport:

JC was standing at the gate waiting for Spencer to come through the jet-way. As soon as he spotted her, his heart skipped a beat and he felt the tension drain out of his body. Grabbing her carry-on bag, he gave her a one-arm hug. "Bambina, I've been missing you all week."

"Hello, my love," she said softly as she reached up to meet his mouth. "How's my favorite squid?"

"A hell of a lot better now," he grinned, tightening his arm around her.

She laughed at him. "I guess this means you're glad to see me."

"In about five minutes, I'm going to show you just how glad I am to see you." His eyes twinkled and Spencer noticed he had that wicked look he got when he was up to mischief.

JC escorted her to curbside where a Navy car and driver were waiting. "What about luggage, sweetheart?"

"Everything's being shipped. All the quilts and frames and new fabrics. I just have the carry-on."

"Good. We can head out."

"Out? Aren't we going home?"

"No, baby. Get in the car. I'll explain."

Spencer was no more thrilled about JC going out of town than he was. He hadn't been the only one unhappy about their weeklong separation and now it would be close to another week before they would be alone again.

JC was flying commercial and had three hours before he had to check into customs prior to his departure. He took her to a nearby restaurant where he had arranged a private room so they could dine alone and have a little privacy before he left.

They were sitting on the loveseat in the tiny, private dining room. The dishes had been cleared and coffee had been served. JC had an arm around her shoulder and another around her waist. He was nuzzling her neck and occasionally nibbling her earlobe. "Get plenty of rest over the next few days, bambina," he whispered huskily. "I have every intention of making up for each and every minute I'm away."

She laughed softly. "And I have every intention of making up for all the time I was in Paducah." She stroked his cheek and kissed the corners of his mouth. Then reaching between his thighs, she found exactly what she was looking for and squeezed gently. "I love you, squidlet. Will you think of me while you're away?"

JC's reaction to her caress was immediate. The firm bulge in his pants pressed hard against her hand and he emitted a very non-gentlemanly sound. "Woman, what the hell are you doing?" He groaned and pulled her onto his lap so her hands could no longer have access to his crotch and then he kissed her passionately and demandingly and passionately once again. "There's a spanking with your name on it when I get back," he promised, his palm beginning to itch.

Spencer continued the sensual torture. There was nothing quite as delicious as having JC hungry for her. "When you go to bed tonight, squidlet, think about all the sweet ways I'd like to be making love with you." She sucked his lower lip into her mouth and rubbed his nipples through his shirt, smiling at the husky sounds he made and extraordinarily pleased with herself. "That's what I'll be doing in my head until you come home again, my love."

She was whispering into his mouth and any moment now, he was going to explode. He needed to find a way to make love to her in this private dining room in the middle of this very public restaurant. "Gonna warm your tush, imp. Swear to God I'm gonna warm your tush."

His arms were tightly wrapped around her as he continued to kiss her. His tongue memorized the inside of her mouth while one hand slid to her breast and fondled the sweet flesh. He was just moving his hand under her skirt, prepared to flip them over her head when there was a discreet knock at the door.

"Admiral, you have forty-five minutes till check in. We need to leave, sir." A Navy driver waited outside the dining room.

JC closed his eyes and sighed heavily as he set Spencer on her feet. He had to get his body back under control before he walked out of there. They both were more than a little flushed and Spencer's lips were slightly swollen from his kisses. By the time his flight was air-borne, the car carrying Spencer home was on the off-ramp into McLean and JC was working on his second scotch and thinking twice about his career choice.

Two days later
London, U.K.

As usual, when he wasn't in his own bed, it took JC forever until he fell asleep. Tonight, he tossed and turned and beat his pillow until it felt right, the way it was supposed to. "Damn bed! They're always too soft or too hard or too lumpy or too..."

Miss her, don't you? His inner voice taunted. What's the matter, squid? You such a horndog you can't sleep without her?

"Yes, damn it! I am! And it's been seven damn days since I've touched her," he yelled to the wall. And then remembering there were guestrooms on either side of his, he muttered under his breath, "and I need to bury myself deep inside her - NOW!"

He turned onto his stomach and breathed deeply, trying to relax. Then, remembering the last time he was in this position, he smiled. Spencer had been lying on his back kissing his neck. She had just given him the most *unholy* massage... He grinned remembering it and felt the goose bumps rise on his arms. She had slipped her hands down under his belly, ran her fingers further down... squeezed... ever so gently.

It felt *so* good. Then she slid down his back; her soft breasts making him shiver with desire. He sighed. The things she does to me... Before JC realized what he was doing, he was squeezing and massaging...

He relied on sweet memories of their lovemaking, picturing Spencer in his arms, the way they... "Oh God! The way she touches me..." he muttered. "She knows places I didn't know I had." He groaned in exasperation, his memories clear and vividly frustrating. His heart beat a little faster; his flesh throbbed; he was so damn hungry for her touch.

"Spencer, baby. I need you. Sweet Jesus!"

The need was building and JC rolled onto his back to... In the middle of his reverie, the clang of the ringing telephone startled him. "Maledicalo al hell! Damnit to hell!"

Grabbing the receiver, he barked into it. "What? Who? You have the wrong room number!" Slamming the phone down, he took a deep breath and got up to take a cold shower. "Damn son of a...." Cooled off now, he settled back into bed, and looked at the phone. With a swift flip of the back of his hand, he took it off the hook. If Spencer needed him, she'd call his cell.

"Where the hell was I?" Oh yeah. He crossed his arms behind his neck, spread his legs as wide as he could and pictured his wife kneeling between them. She'd reach up and rub her breasts over his face teasing his mouth... He'd reach for them and she'd murmur her love for him. Then she'd tease him... rub her hands down his chest, maybe concentrate on the furry ridge down the center... her mouth would follow with little kisses....

"Gonna spank you when I get home, imp," he whispered. "Gonna spank you for leaving me for a week, gonna spank you so good... so sweet... so hot..."

There was a tightening in his groin as he pictured her kissing his flesh. He wanted her there, straddling him, his hands running his fingers through her hair... He watched her in his mind's eye... she was doing all the things that made him crazy.

"Oh God, sweetheart!" He spoke to her in his head, his heart full. "There are no words... no music... to describe the way you love me.

Exhausted, frustrated and missing her, he spent the better part of the next hour standing under a cold shower.

Days later
At home in Virginia

JC thanked the limo driver and climbed the stairs to his front porch. Opening the door quietly, he set his bags down intending to look for the sensuous imp he had married years ago. She was just walking in from the kitchen when he closed the door. They looked at each other from across the room and the outside world slowly faded from view. Opening his arms wide, he smiled. "I'm home, sweetheart."

Spencer stood still for a moment. Then, slowly she walked toward him on bare feet, unzipped her skirt, let it drop, and stretched, pulling her sweater over her head.

He laughed, catching her naked body in his arms as she leaped into them. With her legs around his waist, she kissed him and didn't stop kissing him as he carried her into their bedroom. Lying on the bed, she watched him strip as fast as he could. "I need you, JC."

Lying beside her, he held her and sighed with pleasure at the feel of her body touching his. "I missed you, baby." Capturing her mouth, his kisses were filled with unspent passion and much promise. "We have to make up for lost time," he told her. "And I'm gonna spank you for making me crazy."

"Love me," she murmured. "I've been waiting a long time."

"Mmmm," he agreed, still kissing her.

"I could love you first," she decided. "I could make you a little crazier." She leaned over him, kissing his belly and moved further south.

But JC couldn't wait to inhale her... taste her sweetness... bury himself in her hot sweet core.

"Spread your legs, sweetheart."

~ End ~

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