In a Heartbeat
Part Twenty
by sarAdora

That evening, after a dinner of linguini and clam sauce, they relaxed on the rug in front of the fire and talked about their predicament. "You were downright mean when we were... wherever the hell we were," she told him, cupping his cheek and looking into his eyes.

"You were about as naughty as they come, Olivia Meadows," he retorted, biting her lower lip and then sucking it into his mouth.

"I was naughty?" She shook her head at the accusation. "You were the one who started it. I wake up in a strange bed in a strange room and you're on top of me - naked - and about to..."

"I thought I was dreaming," he grumbled. "Didn't know it was real. Hell! Still don't know what... how... whatever the hell was going on."

"Those aren't reasons, Admiral Hamilton, those are excuses."

He glared at her. She glared back... until she realized he was trying not to laugh. "You squid!"

JJ laughed and rolled Ollie beneath him, his body pressed against hers, and his desire for her hard against her belly. "I want to make love to you, Olivia Meadows," he murmured softly.

"That's the second time you've called me Olivia, today," she whispered into his mouth before she captured his lips. "I like the way you say it; do it again."

"Olivia," he said softly, pulling her sweater off, unzipping her jeans and tucking his thumbs into the waistband. "Olivia." He pulled her jeans off and bent his head to run his lips down her body, pausing here and there to kiss her breasts, her belly, her navel, and her mound of curly brown hair. "Olivia," he whispered as he parted her thighs and licked the soft, sensitive flesh, making her shiver. "Olivia," he husked as his lips rubbed against her woman's place, his tongue alternating with his lips, kissing, then licking, and then kissing her again.

"Olivia," he moaned when he was finally naked and their bodies were pressed against each other. "Olivia," he growled when her inner walls tightened around him. "Olivia," he roared when he erupted inside her. "Olivia," he groaned when his heart stopped pounding so rapidly and he could speak again.



"When we were in that room and you and I were angry with each other and then touching and kissing and angry again..."

"Yes?" he said, one hand cupping her cheek, the other stroking her back.

"Most of the time I didn't know what was real and what was the role we were playing to make it look real," she admitted.

"I know," he smiled. "After the first few hours, I was a little confused myself."

"You know... if it wasn't for what happened to us... we would never have..."

"I know," he smiled, "but it did happen and we were able to make love and I have no regrets, not one."

"Not one? What about your career?"

"I want you more than I want to continue my career, Olivia. I want you much more."

"You're sure?"

"As sure as I'll ever be about anything," he said with great confidence. "What about you?"

"I don't have any regrets about us, JJ. As for my career, next to you... it's a job. I don't need it as much as I need you in my life." She held her breath, waiting for his reaction.

"Olivia," he murmured, cupping her face and kissing her tenderly. "I don't know what's going to happen when we return to work, but I do know this."

"Shhhh," she whispered. "I know this." She played with him, rubbing her breasts back and forth over his engorged flesh, licking the tip of him, and driving him crazy. When he couldn't take any more, he growled at her and she laughed, taking him into her mouth and bringing him fulfillment. Afterward, she efficiently flipped him onto his back and lay on top of him while he regained his breath. When she gently cupped his balls so soon after his orgasm, he caught enough breath to threaten her.

"You're gonna' get spanked, Olivia Meadows," he warned.

"Promise?" she grinned.

He couldn't help chuckling. "Oh yeah, you're gonna' get it good."


The double sized bed was soft, piled high with blankets and pillows and they both slept soundly. Even though the windows were completely closed, faint sounds of the night seeped through. The wind was high, brushing small branches across the windowpanes, the surf a gentle hum as it climbed the shore, then retreated to the sea.

In his sleep, JJ was aware of the sounds, his mind registering safe harbor and turned toward Ollie, pulling her closer to his chest. Ollie snuggled into his embrace, her rest undisturbed as her sleeping mind recognized safe haven in his arms.


Hundreds of miles away, Howard Middleton poured two fingers of very expensive bourbon into a glass and knocked it down. He had called in a huge favor and had successfully reprogrammed both JJ's and Ollie's cell phones by satellite. "Ah, the wonderful world of technology," he mumbled, pouring another bourbon and knocking it back as smoothly as the first. He had destroyed the video tapes, made sure JJ's and Ollie's names were not on any report, and released a memo to the appropriate personnel. All bases were covered. As soon as JJ and Ollie were spotted at JFK, he had all the cameras removed from their respective residences in DC, Virginia and Hilton Head. His mission had been accomplished.

Wonder how long it will take JJ to realize that he and Ollie are in the clear?  He figured it wouldn't take too long but... How long will it take JJ to transfer Ollie elsewhere so they can continue this new side of their relationship?


The next morning, Ollie made the coffee as promised and was willing to scramble eggs. "'Course, if I have to cook, you'll have to pay a penalty," she told JJ.

Grinning, he scooped her up against his chest and tickled her. "And this penalty would be...?"

"I like a man of action, Admiral Hamilton," she purred.

"Wonder what kind of action you had in mind?" he murmured, covering her mouth with his.

"Deep penetration," she murmured.

"Aye-aye, ma'am," he laughed softly. "I can do that."

With one hand, he pulled down her sweats and then sat her butt down on the kitchen counter. He lowered his own sweats and pulled her body toward him until he could easily enter her. But first he had to tease her. Rubbing his cock over her sex, he was soon coated with her juices and hardened quickly.

"Now, JJ," Ollie moaned softly, her legs around his hips and her arms around his shoulders. "I need you now."

"Patience," he murmured, still rubbing up and down over her wet folds.

"Patience!" she snapped, lifting her hips and pulling his ass closer so he impaled her. "You don't have any! Why should I?"

His laughter rang out and he slipped out of her, making her crazy.

"JJ Hamilton!" Ollie shouted, frustrated.

"Yes, darlin'?" he gasped when he could stop laughing. "Did you want something?"

"I'm going to blister your ass if you don't..."

He thrust into her so fast she gulped air and except for a few soft moans, remained quiet while he plunged again and again. "You think you can handle my ass, Colonel?" he growled, filling her, slipping almost all the way out and plunging in again. "You want to take me on?" he groaned as she tightened her inner walls around him. "You think you're a match for me?"

"You're a squid," she taunted him. "Just a squid. Jarheads can... ahhhh! That feels so good.... Don't stop," she moaned as he swiveled his hips, changing the angle of penetration.

"Jarheads don't stand a chance against squids," he breathed into her mouth. "Concede and I'll be easy on you."

"Don't be easy. This jarhead can take whatever you're dishing out," she retorted as she exhaled heavily. "And I like it hard."

"Hard... is... what... you're gonna... get," he rasped as he pushed into her as deep as he could, hard, shuddering spasms wracking his body as his orgasm took control of every muscle he had.

Ollie barely heard him, her own climax intense, her body tingling from the pleasure he gave her and her mind lost somewhere in space - white lights blinking at her while she floated through the bliss.

JJ's heart threatened to burst out of his chest as he gulped air. His arms held her tightly and his hips remained in place when he erupted within her. He could feel the tremor of her inner walls around his slowly softening penis and he could feel the warm moistness that leaked out of her and onto his balls and thighs. It felt good. It felt damn good. Everything was worth this,  he thought, everything.

When his breath returned, he lifted Ollie and took her into the shower to cool down, to wash, and to hold each other under the warm spray. Later, he would wonder when he had stopped being practical and orderly. He would wonder when he had turned into a hedonist - enjoying the moment for the sake of the moment - suddenly acting carefree and probably foolish. He would wonder why he had behaved as if he had never learned discipline and the harsh lessons of ruing the consequences of his actions - and the ensuing penalties they would both have to pay.

Later, he would remember that they hadn't ever used condoms...

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