AU - Backdraft

Dita felt her skin flush at his touch. She tilted her neck to the side before reaching over to turn off the light.

"No leave it on," he skimmed his body along hers, slipping hishand up het thigj.

Dita blushed, "Um...okay. She sat up on her knees, leaning in to kiss him deeply.

Ooc yea sorry was coloring my hair when I dis that last one

He put his arms around her, pulling her on top of him as he lay back. He smiled and looked her up and down as his hands ghosted up her sides.

Dita giggled lightly before kissing him back. She then sat up, straddling him as she pulled the nightie off; exposing the tattoos that she normally covered up.

Ooc uh lets get it on? Lol

He lightly trace each tattoo then kissed the one on her left wrist that they both had. He loved all her tats.

Ooc: waaaaa!

Dita smiled, "It's still my favorite...the memories behind it, I suppose."

Teasing her, he thrust his hips up and grinded them against her.

"Wow...you are frisky even though you worked night shift..." She chuckled, eyes sparkling.

He smiled, "Could be the half naked TILF on top of me, who knows?"


A chuckle bubbled out of him as he continues his hip motion and cocked and eyebrow as a challenge.

Dita blushed then got completely undressed. She slowly lowered herself on Juice, moving painfully slow.

The moan escaped him before he could stop it. He loved it when Dita took charge. Something about he in control was just amazing to him. His hands flew up to her waist, rething there not trying to interfere with her pace.

Dita smiled coyly, gradually picking up her pace. She
She grabbed him by the wrists, pinning his arms above his head. She slowly leaned in and gave him a light kiss, almost tauntingly.

Playfully he fought against her hold never actually breaking it. The movement of the struggle and her pace made him pant and moan. A light sweat broke out over his body

Dita let go of his wrists and gently pulled him up into a sitting position, "You are freak, Ortiz."

"You have no idea," he growled against her ear.
He laid her back and pinned her wrists above het head. A mischievous smile spread across his.face as he finished what he started.

The next morning, Dita woke up around nine feeling nauseous as usual. She hurried off to the bathroom, dropping down to her knees just in time to get sick.

Juice rolled over and lazily searched the bed for Dita. when he realized the bed was empty he sat straight up, "Dee?"

Dita heaved more, but managed to to call out, "Bathroom..."

"You weren't this sick last time," Juice spoke as he put a cool damp cloth on the back of her neck, "When is your appointment?"

He lightly traced circles on her lower back, sitting on the tile floor behind her.

Dita relaxed a little under his touch, shivering from a cold sweat, "Monday morning. I am taking a sick day to go." She let out a tired breath, "I'm fine, J. I've been like this on and off for the last two months."

She leaned against him, "I've been told every pregnancy is different. Maybe this one is going to be more challenging." She forced a small smile in hopes it'd keep Juice calm.

His brow furrowed as she forced a smile, "Yea, I suppose. I just don't like to watch you be sick. Especially when I know I can't fix it."

He wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled her hair.

"It could always be twins," he laughed at the thought.

Dita chuckled, "Oh wow....two babies at once...scary thought."

Truefully, Dita wouldn't mind have two babies, but like always, she worried about the finacial hardship it could possibly bring.

"Well, luckily that doesn't run in my family," he chuckled.

He rubbed her shoulders and kissed her head.

Dita looked down some, "It does in mine though. Thom and I were twins."