A moth to a flame: Juice and Dita

Desperate, he returned her kiss. He could hear rushing in his ears as he continued to freak out inwardly.

Dita shivered from the chill of the air conditioning kicking on, but continued giving him soft kisses, "It's okay now."

He lifted her and put her in the bed. By this time she was dry, but he didn't want he to catch cold. He slid into the bed beside her and sobbed like a small child.

Dita pulled him close, holding him tight, "I'm not going anywhere. You're stuck with me."

He curled into her, his head on her chest, exhausted. Her heartbeat quickly lulling him to sleep.

The next two weeks passed by quickly and soon they were home in New York. On their day off they went to do a walk through of the apartment in Brooklyn; reviewing a list of acceptable renovations they were permitted to do for deductions in monthly rent.

Pulling her close, he kissed her. They were standing in the kitchen and he loved the place. He had a hard time gauging how she felt about it.

"Well, what do you think?"

Dita looked around worriedly, "I love it...can we afford it though? I mean, with the renovations and everything?"

He laughed and hugged her, "That's my little worry wart," he winked at her, "Yes, we can. When I got my promotion I got a sizable raise."

He ran his hands, lovingly, over the counter tops. Working with his hands was one of his favorite things to do. He wanted this.

Dita smiled as she watched her husband imagine the tasks at hand. She wrapped her arms around his waist, "That room with the big windows overlooking Brooklyn bridge will be perfect for the baby."

Knowing that meant she was on board he lifted her and placed her on the counter. Standing between her legs he looked at her and kissed her passionately.

"I'm so happy you like it."

Dita giggled, pulling him in for another kiss, "When can we move in?"

"As soon as we want," he smiled.

He pulled the keys out of his pocket and held them up for her.

Dita smiled, taking the keys and looking at them. She kissed him once more, "Great...this weekend?"

"Yea, perfect, I'll get the guys at the firehouse to help. Maybe we can make a great bog pot of chili, they love that," he crushed her mouth with his.

Dita moaned into his mouth, playing with the buttons of his dress shirt.

He wanted her and he knew he had to stop. he pulled away, panting.

"We have to stop before I can't."

Dita pouted, "No, we don't have to stop. This is our home now."

With that permission he pulled her down onto the floor with him, her straddling him.

Dita pulled her top and bra off before unbuttoning Juice's shirt. She smiled at him as she let her hair cascade down her back as she I clipped it. She leaned down, pressing her lips back to his.

He pulled her hair gently as he returned the kiss, grinding against her.

She unzipped his jeans, moving her panties aside as she slowly mounted him, moaning softly against his lips.

He groaned as he felt her heat on him. he reached up and began teasing each of her nipples in turn, loving the way she threw her head back as he did so.

Dita shivered slightly, her body had been sensitive to his touch lately due to the pregnancy. She moaned his name as they continued on, finally finding her release. A blush came over her cheeks as she thought of their new neighbors; hoping they didn't hear her.

Not giving a damn who heard he called out her name as he let hinself go. He lay under her panting with a huge smile on his face.