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It was a beautiful, clear night, a soft, fresh breeze made the tree leaves bristle and produce a ticklish sound. June rolled the window glass half way down, but out of habit Jon kept the one on his side rolled up. His left hand rested carelessly on June’s right thigh, lifting the hem of her dress a couple of inches before it reached the knee, his thumb drawing little circles on her soft skin. There was of course no way for any of them of knowing what exactly crossed the other one’s mind, and if at any moment they had gotten a glimpse of it, they’d probably would have thought it better to just ignore it.

The Eagles’ Hotel California played softly on the radio as Jon tapped his fingers on his knee, mentally following the extra long guitar solo.

What was going on in the machinery of their minds was in fact, as far as they were both concerned, not meant to happen. They had barely two weeks left, and the acknowledgement of the end, far from the use they had intended for that acknowledgement to have, had rendered everything different. At the light of the end, the important things had begun to become clear. Things that wouldn’t have a chance to last after June checked in at the airport and sat on the plane that would take her to the other side of the world.

No geographical place on earth was far enough for Jon, but he realized that there was just one place he wanted to be in, the one place that two weeks from then would be beyond his reach: by June’s side.

“Whuh?” Jon automatically replied June’s question, trying to earn himself sometime until he got his insight back to an ordinary level.

“I asked you how was the show” June chuckled and repeated her question, covering his hand with hers and giving it a little squeeze in an attempt to get his mental wanderings back to reality. The less thinking there was involved, the better. And that counted for her as well.

“Fantastic. I could do that for a livin’” he grinned, “Minus all the press shit, that is”.

“What? You mean karaoke?” June laughed at the moment her words spontaneously escaped her lips.

Jon rolled his eyes. “Ya think you’re so funny, don’t you?”.

June grinned and bit her tongue before speaking. “Not funny, just mean. And if it hadn’t been for that press shit bugging you so much we wouldn’t have met, ya know”

“And, I think we would have met anyway”.

“Yeah…probably”, agreed June with a slight shrug.

 “First, it wasn’t that bad anyway, just the usual stuff: picture picture, smile smile, bla bla bla” Jon tilted his head to one side and the other emphasizing his words.

When they reached the following corner she was forced to release Jon’s hand to make a gear change.

Jon pulled the volume of the radio up and started to hum The Pixies’ Where is my mind. A couple of minutes later, after June turned around the corner, he clasped the back of her head, took a fistful of hair in his hand and pulled it slightly down so June was forced to lift her chin up half an inch, without preventing her from keeping an eye on the road ahead. He leaned towards her and spoke huskily. “You know, I wore that shirt you like so much”

“Mmm, the white satin one?”, that man knew how to drive her crazy, and just thinking of him in that shirt made her blood sizzle.

“Uh-uh” he whispered.

“Then stop it if you don’t want to get raped right here on the street”, she jokingly threatened as they approached Jon’s building. June was about to stop by the sidewalk to let Jon get off the car and then, as usual, she’d park it at the parking lot a block down the street.

“Don’t even think about it, tonight you’re parking at one of my spots”, Jon released her and lifted one eyebrow to emphasize the stern look in his features that indicated there was not going to be a discussion about the subject.

“OK, sir” she accepted with mock reluctance. June looked askance at him, for once, conceding wouldn’t hurt her. Jon instead focused on the way the muscles in her arms tensed under the effort of steering the wheel.

Once they arrived at the gate, June swiped the card that Jon gave her against the machine but noticed that a security guard was approaching them. Jon leaned over June to speak to the guard. “Night Al, is there any problem?”, he spoke gently.

“Oh”, the guard stopped his walk when he recognized Jon’s face. “Not at all sir, ma’am. Have a good night”. He tipped his hat and returned to his post. 

Once the car moved forward, Jon placed his hand back on June’s thigh, but this time she place her hand on his and made it run slowly upward, rolling up her dress and uncovering her thigh. When June stopped the car, Jon’s face bore a deliciously mischievous smile.

After the got off, they joined behind the car and Jon took June’s hand, tugging her slightly behind him as if he was trying to protect her from some unknown danger. Only after the elevator doors closed behind them did they melt in a steamy kiss first, then Jon pushed June against the cold granite surface of the wall. They grinded against each other, fueling each other’s desire.

“Wait, wait”, June parted the kiss to speak against Jon’s lips. “I want to have a shower first”. She saw how Jon’s lips curled into a smirk.

“I’m sure you’ll need someone to scrub your back”, he suggested before the elevator reached his floor.

Once in the apartment, after taking off his boots, Jon was busy taking off his clothes and throwing them on one of the armchairs in front of the window. June, in turn, took the time to use the toilet and brush her teeth. She opened the shower and tried the temperature, then took off her underwear and pulled her dress all the way up to her chest. While she was pulling it up over her head, she noticed that the lights in the bathroom became dim. It was only a matter of seconds before she felt Jon’s hands on her breasts and his chest press against her back. She threw the dress to the floor and tilted her head to a side when Jon pulled her hair over her shoulder in order to gain access to her neck. He nuzzled and placed a soft kiss, letting out a soft, throaty purr. She tightened a smirk when she felt the pressure of his erection against the small of her back, then reached behind her with both her hands to feel the soft skin of Jon’s narrow, naked hips. He kept kneading her breasts and kissing her neck while she brushed her hands over the sides of his thighs, feeling the soft fur that covered them. 

“Shall we?”. he whispered seductively against her ear as his hands traveled down to rest on her sharp hipbones, she responded by opening the shower screen door in front of her and placing her hands on top of Jon’s. She eased them softly away from her body and walked into the shower, tugging Jon behind her. It wasn’t the first time they had a shower together but the days they had spent apart and the realizations they had come to during those days made this one time somewhat different. 

When she reached the spot under the nozzle, June stopped and turned around to face Jon, then she circled his neck with her arms and pulled him close for a kiss. His hands did the same by circling her waist at the moment when their lips met under the warm drops falling over their heads, enhancing the sensual experience of the kiss. Their tongues danced together, licking the other’s lips teasing the other’s tongue, their lips pressed and clasped, their teeth nibbled each other lips. June relished in the taste of Jon’s lips, the texture of his warm tongue, the pearly surface of his teeth, his breath still scented by the white wine’s bouquet, Jon on his side, let his hands go up along June’s back and clasp the back of her head, pulling her even closer in the kiss, and tilted his head to a side, going deep into her month with his tongue, as if he wanted to leave a permanent imprint on her lips, a seal that would remind her that at least for a certain period of time, her kisses had belonged to him, and only him. 

At one point they simultaneously pulled apart gasping for air, their lips producing a sharp snap.  June placed her hands on Jon’s chest and he pressed a kiss on her forehead. Against her skin, he sighed.

"Gawd…I’m gonna miss you"

June chuckled softly. "I’d rather you remember me clean, so let’s proceed with the purpose of our being in this enclosed space instead of rolling around in your bed". Her voice was thick and raspy. 

Jon silently appreciated her lighter comment and loosened his embrace to reach for the shampoo that lay on the metal nest in the niche on the wall. June turned around and let her head fall back to allow Jon to first shampoo her hair, then rinse it and apply conditioner. She placed her hands on the wall in front of her at the height of her shoulders. While rinsing the conditioner, Jon couldn’t help but comment.

"You know it’s true what they say about mixing job with pleasure…not fair that I have to do my job with a hard-on"

June let out a soft throaty laughter that resonated within the space of the shower cabin. "You’re doing good, almost done" she encouraged him in a teasing manner.

When he was satisfied with the rinsing of the conditioner he took the lufa, put some soap in it and pressed it to raise the foam, then scrubbed drawing soft circles over her neck, her back, her breasts, her stomach. The friction of the soft lufa against her skin, Jon’s musky scent, the comfortable temperature, all were factors that conjured to take June to the next level of arousal. Jon went back up to her arms and when he finished he placed the lufa back on the niche. His erection was pulsing, and he needed to feel her. He circled June’s waist with his left arm and pressed himself against her while his right hand grasped and kneaded her right butt cheek, he slapped it softly. June moaned in appreciation, then gasped when Jon’s fingers quickly moved down to her crotch and found her wet, warm folds. His middle finger slid easily against her soft walls and he let out a deep purr when he felt her walls close around it.

"Jesus June, you drive me crazy" he whispered. She responded with a faint whimper. He slid his finger out and swiftly found her clit, then slowly started massaging it by drawing small circles until he felt it turn into a hard pebble under his attention. June groaned. If he continued one more second her orgasm would be imminent. She threw her head back, lips parted, her arousal and the high amount of steam in the air producing her lungs to expand and contract heavily. Jon stopped and stood right behind her, placing his hands on top of hers on the wall and entangling their fingers.

June automatically pushed her hips back and moaned when Jon’s shaft easily penetrated deep inside her. Their moans echoed against the walls of the shower.

June turned her head and Jon leaned forward to join her for another steamy, hungry kiss. When they parted, Jon’s hands went to her hips and held a tight grasp as he bumped slowly in and out, his head hanging from his neck, his wet bangs covering his broad forehead. he only removed his hands from June’s hips for a second to pull his hair away from his forehead.

"Wait", June whimpered.

Jon paused at June's request and spoke sheepishly. "Am I hurtin’ you baby?"

"Nope" she teased, " You haven't finished washing me yet".

Jon chuckled throatily and slowly removed himself from inside her. "Alright then, turn around", he ordered.

June conceded silently and rested her back against the wall. She was biting her lower lip and her features bore a mischievous smile that was reflected in the ripple of the corner of her eyes, but behind her hooded eyes Jon could see the flame of the desire that was burning inside of her, and his cock made a quick jump in response. He took a look at her blessed body. She was neither muscular nor skinny, instead she was naturally fit and smooth, perfectly proportioned. Except for the bump of the hipbones that adorned the sides below her waist, she had soft curves in all the right places. Jon let out a puff of air with the hopes that it would help him control the demands his body was making.

June lifted her right leg to the height of Jon’s left hip and he held it up, hooking her leg with his hand behind her knee. Without taking his eyes off June’s, he took the lufa again and scrubbed it over her thigh, took a step and a half back an extended June’s leg in the air by holding it by the ankle. Then he brushed the lufa quickly over the calf and the foot, moved his hand back to behind the knee and lowered it down until her foot touched the ground again.

The self-satisfied smirk that curled his lips was just too delicious for June to bear, and she extended her arm in front of her to brush a thumb over those plump, generous lips. Those lips that hid the one smile that could turn her into a sorry puddle on the floor. Jon repeated the operation with her left leg and when he finished lowering it down, June extended her open hand to Jon indicating for him to handle her the lufa. “It’s your turn now”, she said.

Instead, Jon threw the lufa over his shoulder and pulled June by the arm until she was stuck to his body once again. She gasped and he spoke with a raspy voice against her lips.

"Fuck me, I can have a shower later. Let's go to bed"