Just some ideas for new stories...

#1

“Mmm..look at that.” John pointed at the clouds gathering on the horizon. “Looks like we're gonna get some rain.”

“Good.” She snuggled against his side and rested her leg over his. “Maybe you'll finally get a cooling off.”

“And just maybe you'll get a heating up.” He slid his hand over her back, stroking gently. “Ever have sex in the rain, Suzie Q?”

“Sounds a little wet.”

He rolled over and slipped his hand between her thighs. “So are you but I'm not complaining.”

“Is this your idea of a honeymoon?” She slid her hand over his thigh, her fingers gently stroking him.

In return, he slipped a finger into her, rubbing over her...sliding inside her. His fingers were light and teasing and he rolled her over on her back. His arm supported the back of her head and he bent and kissed her hungrily, sliding his tongue into her mouth, plunging in deep just as he buried his fingers deep inside her. His thumb slid over her sex and she moaned against his mouth.

Laughing, he pulled his hand out of her, rolled her off of him and sat up. Getting to his feet, he reached down, grasped her hands and pulled her up with him. He held her against him and looked up at the sky. The hairs on his chest scraped against his chest as he took a deep breath.

“Rain's close.” He stroked his hands over her back.

“And?”

“There's a really soft patch of grass right over there.” He slid his hand over her hip. “And when it starts raining, I'll bet your knees won't even get bruised.”

#2

“What's the matter?” John rolled over and blinked at her sleepily.

“Nothing.” She shifted, trying to find a comfortable spot in the bed.

“Bullshit.” He chuckled softly and slipped his arm under her head. Sliding his arm over her belly, he gripped her hip and made her turn toward him. Her belly rested against his and she breathed a little sigh of relief when the worst of the pressure disappeared. Gently, he stroked a hand over her. “The little guy's restless again tonight, huh?”

“I think your son is going to be a football player.” She rested her head against his chest and closed her eyes. “Because he sure as hell has been kicking the crap out of my kidney's all day.”

He laughed and his hot breath stirred her hair. “It won't be much longer, Suzie Q. Just a couple more weeks and...”

“And then the real fun starts.” She sighed softly. “God, I feel like such a cow.”

He ran his hand lightly over her breast and his fingers came away wet. “Want me to milk you?”

“Ha ha, Sheppard. Very funny.” She shifted slightly and reached down to push his hand away. “Hands off buddy. Your son is going to be the only one touching these golden globes for the next few months.”

“Lucky boy.” He chuckled and kissed her softly. “Still sore?”

“And wet.” She sighed again. She'd been lactating for weeks now, her body preparing for the child growing inside her belly. Not only did she need pads to help hide the leakage...the baby kicked again and she winced. God, if he could kick like that now she was going to have to invest in a good pair of running shoes once the little guy started walking.

John sighed and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. She was a comfortable weight against him and he loved holding her like this. With her pressed against him he could feel the baby when he kicked and it excited him to know that a part of them both was growing strong and healthy inside of her.

“You know, we still haven't picked out a name yet.”

“Got any suggestions?” His hand moved up to her hair, pulling the loose strands back from her face so that he could see her eyes.

“I've got one.” She pressed her lips to his chest, her teeth nipping and pulling at the hair curling around his nipples until he groaned. Laughing, she rested her cheek against him. “Wanna hear it?”

“Do that again and I'll do anything you want me too.” He gasped and tightened his arm around her.

“Remind me of that after this kid is born.” She smiled and pressed her hand against his chest. “But about his name...what about Jonathan Joseph Sheppard? John after you and Joseph after my uncle Joe. He was more like a father to me than my own Father was.”

“Jonathan Joseph.” He rolled the name around on his tongue. It sounded right to him and he smiled slightly. “JJ...I like it. What do you think about it, little man?” He rubbed his hand over her belly and smiled when he felt the baby roll against his hand in a gentle motion.