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 Author: SerenaJ
Title: Rachael and JD
Part: Chapter 4
Universe: Reedville and The Davidson Fishery
Summary: JD asks Rachael two important questions
Keywords: MF, cons, rom, piv, oral, interr (HF/WM)

   Chapter 4: Almost Perfect

   He found her sitting on the front porch, swinging slowly and watching
fireflies.  He leaned against the doorframe sipping bourbon and watching
her - thinking about living his life without her and knowing he no longer
could.  He sat next to her and she put her head on his shoulder.  For a
while they just sat.

   "Marcus is glad I'm coming home." He finally offered.  She nodded.  He
took another sip.

   "Was Claudia's description accurate?" Rachael asked softly.

   He thought back and looked at his glass.  "When I get over stressed, I
may over indulge in my spirits.  I may have done or said things I might not
have ordinarily.  The last five years of our marriage were," he paused,
remembering some of those days, "stressful." He finished the drink and took
Rachael's hand.

   "Come on." He led her into the deepening nightfall to the family's dock.
He pointed off into the distance, "Look off ova thar.  See that spot where
thar's water as far as the eye can see?  Well what yor seein' is Cockerell
Crick, the Chesapeake Bay and the A'lantic Ocean.  In order.  I used to
come down here and sit and wonder where I could go if'n I just took a boat
an' went that-a-way." He wrapped his arms around her from behind and kissed
her shoulder.  "Rachael, I love my family but," he took a deep breath, "I'm
going that-a-way.  `Cause now I know, it's you `round that bend somewhere.
An' I can't loose you."

   "But your family..."

   "Now, now, don't you worry none about that.  We've weathered bigger
storms than this.  I'll find my way into Mother's good graces and you will
too.  Make you her personal assistant or something.  She wasn't happy with
Elizabeth, either but she got over it."

   "Elizabeth?"

   "Charles's wife."

   "Oh."

   He kissed her shoulder again.  She was so tall but he could just rest
his chin on her shoulder and look out at the river.  The dock itself was
small; it used to be the site of the main pier with two large boats but his
father shifted all commercial operations a mile further downstream when
they added a third boat.  Wood and fixtures from this spot had been moved
to the new one.  While growing up, this simple dock - now just enough space
for a fishing boat and a bench - had been JD's favorite place to sit and
think.  Holding Rachael here made him feel seventeen again.  Young, eager,
excited.  Ready to face life all over again.  He wondered what her children
would look like and smiled at the thought of her being a mother.  They
would have to discuss that; he definitely wanted children with her but she
had never mentioned the idea.

   "I wanna ask you something and I want you to answer me honestly." He
said softly.

   "Ok."

   He hesitated a moment then laughed at himself, "Why do you always make
me feel `bout 17?" She laughed and tried to turn around but he held her and
kissed her neck, "Now, come on.  You've never mentioned motherhood.  Were
you planning on broaching that subject?"

   He felt her stiffen a bit.  "Oh.  Well.  I figured you had enough kids."

   "And you never worried `bout havin' one yo'self?"

   "It's not" she hesitated and he could feel her trembling, "It's not a
big deal."

   He kissed her neck again, enjoying the heat of her in the cool night
air. "Sure would fix Momma if-n you were with child."

   "But," she was actually shaking, "I mean do you want..."

   "If we have a girl, I wanna name her "Willow".  That be alright?"

   "Oh, JD," Her voice cracked, "Do you really want more kids?  I mean,
I..." she stopped again.

   "Now how are we gonna be Grandma an' Grandpa McElroy if-n we don't have
a young'un o' two?" He could feel her crying and hoped he had said the
right thing, "That ok with you?"

   She sniffed a bit, "Um, yeah.  That'd be ok with me." She kissed his
temple, "I love you, JD."

   They stood together watching the water until both of them were
shivering. He took them the long way back to the house.

   "Ah!  Here it is!" he exclaimed finally, "Knew it was back here
somewhere."

   "Oh, what a lovely gazebo." It was a simple screened in building, one
small round room with just enough space for two wicker armchairs and a
matching loveseat sofa.  JD flicked a switch and soft white Christmas light
glowed from the floorboards.  It was dusty as if unused, and the plant life
around the structure obscured the view in all directions.

   "Well, in daylight at any rate.  Marcus an' I installed the lights in
high school.  But in this here household, this is where you and yo' young
lady might escape a parent's watchful eye fo' a spell."

   "So you brought me out here to take advantage of me?"

   "The thought had crossed my mind."

   "Only the thought?" she asked while sliding her arms around his neck and
kissing him deeply.  He undressed her quickly not concerned with
subtleties. As soon as her nipples were bare, his lips sought them and he
teased them unmercifully.  Soon she was leaning against the wall, cumming,
as his tongue and fingertips twisted her breasts in just the right ways. 
He waited until she was panting to move down across her abdomen.  He pulled
away and led her a few feet over to a chair.  He took her hand, kissed it,
and placed her finger into her slit.  Then he stripped himself listening to
her play with herself.

   He rubbed his prick against her check and she turned to catch it with
her lips but he moved away "Not yet.  I want to hear you cum." He continued
to rub himself against her cheeks, her neck, her shoulders, all the while
listening to the wet gushing of her fingers and her low groans.  She gasped
when he covered her nipples with pre-cum.  He could not resist sucking them
clean again.  Then he rubbed his shaft across her lips.  Her hot breath
nearly finished him and he had to pull away from her for a minute.  When
her cries began to go up in pitch, he knelt down in front of her and pulled
her hand out.  It was drenched with her juices all the way to her wrist. 
He licked it clean.

   He did not know what it was about the taste of pussy in general that he
found so intoxicating or why Rachael in specific was so irresistible to
him. He only knew that this was his definition of heaven.  Devouring
Rachael.  He had discovered - much to his shock - that he even enjoyed her
taste during her time of the month.  When he finished her hand, he worked
his way down to the source.  He always started slowly to extend how long he
could do this to her.  Their record was an hour and a half but JD had high
hopes of beating that.  He loved hearing her: the panting, gasping,
moaning, growling, crying, shrieking and - when he really took his time -
screaming.  After, when she lying in afterglow, whimpering, when he entered
her, he never lasted long but the orgasms had been some of the strongest of
his life.

   It was always better when he ate her first, he thought, kissing the back
of her neck as they lay together on the dusty floor of the gazebo.  Not
just for him but for her as well.  She moaned more and talked less.  In
theory, he loved hearing her tell him just what she needed.  But all too
frequently it was the same request.

   Deeper.

   Which, in any practical sense, means `longer'.

   Which was not a problem he knew how to resolve.  But was one that was
going to have to be addressed.  Sooner, rather than later.

   "Willow?" he whispered between kisses, "Come on, honey, I need to ask
you something."

   She made a sleepy-groan and snuggled against him.

   "Miss Rachael, your back may be fine on this floor but I have a limited
time that I can lie here and still be able to walk away."

   She sighed, "Just a little while longer."

   He held her tighter.  He kissed her neck again.  He took a deep breath
and asked, "Do I fulfill your need adequately?"

   "What?"

   "Do I fulfill your need adequately?"

   He could feel her tensing, "What does that even mean?"

   "It means that I have always considered myself a gentleman of average
proportions.  Of average...size.  Is that satisfactory for you or do you
need someone of larger proportion?"

   "Ok, tell me you are not asking if you're big enough.  You know size
doesn't matter..."

   "Deeper damn you."

   "What?"

   "'Deeper damn you' I believe was your exact expression.  I cannot help
but think there was an intentional meaning there.  I have a difficult time
believing that size does not matter when my balls are slappin' yo' ass and
you still scream `deeper damn you.'" He winced; the moment still poked him
like a thorn.  He rubbed his face in her hair and took a deep breath of her
scent, "I'm sorry, I had not intended to be quite so...frank.  But I want
ta give you what ya need and I'm not sure I can in this case."

   She was silent a long time and he thought that maybe she just was not
willing to answer that.  But finally, "I love you so much, JD.  And
everything is so good with you.  I keep thinking that it's a little thing
and I can live without it." JD winced at the phrase.  "Sorry - I mean that
it's not really that important, how...big or...whatever.  You make me feel
so good.  In all ways.  But sometimes, it's - it's just not there.  And I
don't know what to do.  I'm sorry.  I didn't want you to know," she turned
to face him, "I didn't want you to ever, ever, ever think that you don't do
everything for me because you do..."

   "Except this."

   "JD.  JD, I'm sorry."

   "Hush, woman," he kissed her forehead, "My ego's not so frail as all
that.  When I was 23, I might have had a singular collapse of my
masculinity.  But I am old enough to know that I am lucky to find a partner
who considers me male atal at my age." She giggled so he felt a little
better, "We shall just have to find a way for what you need to be
available. I am sure they make a tool to facilitate this; I'd imagine that
your friend would know where to purchase such."

   "You want me to buy a vibrator?"

   "I want you to do whatever you want in order to never feel less than
fulfilled again.  Well, nearly anything.  I draw the line at another man."

   "Now see, I was thinking, that was the obvious answer."

   "I have no intentions of lettin' you go off on your own..."

   "Not me, us.  Picture it, one dick in my pussy, one in my mouth, me in
the middle moaning."

   "The image is not wholly without some charm, I will admit.  But I am not
good at sharing."

   "You shared me with Helen."

   "Your friend is another matter entirely!  How on earth was I supposed to
not share you with her?  Get a court order and the entire sheriff's
department?"

   "She does tend to get her way."

   "Yes she does.  So, as I was sayin' Miss Helen is fine, your choice of
`marital aide' as they are called would also be acceptable.  But we gonna'
have a whole lot more talkin' `fore I let another man touch you.  Clear?"

   "Clear." She kissed his nose.  "I don't suppose there are any blankets
out here?"