Cause They're Calling Me Home [M], JD

June 23, 2012; 11:00 pm

Maggie had spent the last few hours lying on the couch of her new home enjoying some quality television. It was a Saturday night which meant that JD would be gone from around six in the afternoon to some crazy hour of the wee morning. She never knew so much went into being a bartender until she got married. Life with JD had been an adjustment. She had to get used to spending some nights alone and sleeping in an empty bed but all in all, JD had proved to be an amazing husband. They had gotten past their awkward stage and were settling into married life blissfully. She had gone through her first tub of Ben & Jerry's when she decided that she was going to get herself all dressed up and pay her handsome husband a visit. After slipping into her new cocktail dress and putting on a pair of sky high heels that made her legs look flawless, she did her hair and makeup and made her way out their front door.

She decided to be a responsible adult and called a cab instead of driving her car. If she did happen to have a drink or two, JD could always drive her home. That was the added benefit of having a bartender for a husband. She could only recall coming to The Vibe a handful of times in her life. It was never really her scene. She liked to dance just as much as any other person but she didn't like the extra worry of someone putting something in her drink or touching her when she didn't want it. That was the drawback from such crowded places. She couldn't know everything that was going on.

She made her way over to the bar and carefully avoided a few grabby hands that were attempting to pull her towards the dance floor. She wasn't there to gyrate with strangers. She was there to flirt with her husband, as silly as that sounded. The place really was swamped. It was a surprise he ever even made it home in one piece. She pushed her way through a gaggle of girls who happened to be commenting on the attractive bartender and daring each other to ask him for his number. She leaned in to the girl who appeared to be the gaggle's leader, "I hear he's married and his wife's a real bitch. I'd back off if I were you." With a shrug of her shoulders, she was on her way again. Maggie did not wear jealousy well. She never had and she never would.

The Vibe didn't appear to be a large place from the outside but it had taken the brunette a good ten minutes to maneuver her through the crowd over to where JD was busily working. She leaned against the bar and whistled loudly to hopefully grab his attention, "Hey good looking, what does a girl have to do to get a drink around here?" She crossed one leg behind the other, accentuating the one feature she had decided to show off that night. She knew that JD saw a lot of attractive women in his career so she had to set herself apart. She wasn't going to flash her breasts at him or let her ass hang out. Sometimes showing less was more.

There were some perks about working at the Vibe, those perks stopped being okay to like once he married an ex almost hook-up in the courthouse in Evergreen, Indiana. Before, he'd come in, flirt with those that wandered in, served them their drinks and got numbers with a generous type. He couldn't blame them for desiring him, if he were a girl he'd do the same. It didn't help when he would start removing his t-shirt, wearing just a tank top around the helpless women, those were the nights he raked in fives and tens and occasionally the stray twenty if he was lucky.

Unfortunately, JD decided to go and get married like the complete moron he was becoming. The band on his finger should have been a warning, a huge no if you will for girls not to touch but some women were savages. There were nights when he made his way outside to call his wife that he became bomboarded, girls would grab his ass, try to get all up in what didn't belong to them and would just make things awkward. It didn't help that the only action he had gotten since this ring was solo action with his hand in the shower.

Years ago, Margaret McCabe Davenport had ran away from his bed and slowly but surely he would make sure she regretted wasting all that time when he finally got to be inside of her. It had been the only thing on his mind and tonight it was going to help make the night go by. As he poured shots of patron, made cosmopolitans and handed out beer, the only thing he could think off was Maggie, probably lying in bed reading a book or something. Fresh and clean from a shower, probably wearing something short and lacy because he wasn't home.

Shaking his head, he cleared his thoughts before they started turning into material for a skin flick. God, he wanted her, it just wasn't fair. JD was damn sure that if he wasn't stuck here actually making a living, he'd be home putting the moves on his wife and he was damn sure he'd succeed. Today was a pretty busy night, women were lined up around the bar, some with men some without but he didn't care. He absentmindedly made their drinks in an attempt to shoo them away from his presence. He didn't want to hit on them, he didn't want them leaning too low so he could see their clevage. Right now all he really wanted to do was to sleep with his wife.

And then speak of the devil, as soon as he looked up he saw the temptress herself waltzing in like she was the hottest girl in the room. He had to stop his jaw from dropping with that dress, her legs, those heels. He chuckled to himself as he enjoyed the sight of her moving towards him. ”Mrs. Davenport, does your husband know your here?” He teased, retrieving a bottle of patron from under the counter. Smirking, he answered her question. ”I heard fucking the bartender gets you the best drinks.” The club music was enough to make him want to gouge out his ears, always so damn repetitive. ”What can I get you Maggie? Screaming Orgasm? Cosmo?” All he could think about was how much he wanted to wrap those legs around his waist and to slam that pretty little body up against the wall.

Maggie had never asked JD what went on while he was at work. She knew that it was his job to be attractive and charming. She couldn’t blame the women that fawned over him. Hell, not too long ago she was one of those women. He sweet-talked her enough to get her back to his place and half-naked before she came to her senses. These days, it was really hard for her to deny every natural instinct that pulsed through her body when he entered a room. It didn’t help that he liked to shower with the door open and sleep in just his boxers. She couldn’t help but sneak a peek most of all of the time.

She knew what she wanted. She wanted to wait so that she could trust JD not to run off like Cooper did. Not that JD was anything like her first husband. JD made her laugh and smile in ways that Cooper never could. He had something more to him. He was protective and caring but he wouldn’t lie to her just to make her feel better. She liked that about him. Honesty was so important to her and it seemed that JD understood the same. She knew he had some things in his life that he hadn’t opened up to her about yet but so did she. However, she trusted him. She was starting to love him. More than anything, she wanted him, in every way possible.

Maggie was quite proud of the few seconds she spent admiring her husband. He wasn't holding conversations with the many women who were trying to work their way into his pants and he was still wearing his wedding ring. She would have understood if he took it off to get better tips but there he was, proclaiming that he was taken. There was just something so sexy about it. He was hers and she was his. No woman or man in this bar could do a damn thing about it.

"Mr. Davenport, what a pleasure." She eyed him up and down, taking in every visible muscle of his toned body. "He doesn't know. Promise not tell? I wouldn't want to get in any trouble..." She had to speak a little louder than she would have liked with all the people around but at that moment, she really didn't care. She didn't care who knew that she was flirting with her husband. She didn't care who would find out that she was trying to get in his pants. If it was sanitary and legal... she wouldn't waste any time and let him do her on the bar right there. Games were fun, though. They had waited so long. She didn't mind working for it.

She raised an eyebrow in his direction, "Is that true? If I was a jealous wife, I might be concerned about that statement." She inched her way towards the part of the bar that had an opening so that the bartenders could exit. She stepped in quickly, pressed her body against his, and gave him a deep kiss. "What does this get me?" She briefly rubbed her hand against his groin and squeezed gently, "I'll take a beer. I don't want to be stumbling out of here now." She knew that JD was capable of making a strong drink and she didn't want to be some drunken fool when she was trying to be sexy. One thing she had learned in life was that drunk did not equal sexy. Never, ever.

JD had become used to the way the women around him acted, they called men lecherous but some of the women he had found seemed more vicious than any male he had come across. He did what he had to in order to make extra money in tips and if that meant wearing shirts that showed off his muscles or flirting back with drunk women, well to hell with it. The only woman he was seriously trying to do anything with was back at home, waving that pretty little ass of hers. It was frustrating at times, being so close yet so far from having her in every way possible.

So he had been playing this game with her to arouse her attention, coming out of the showers with a towel wrapped around his waist, wearing no shirts around the house and then climbing into their bed with nothing more than the thinnest boxers the boy could find. Still, he hadn’t consummated a damn thing with the fiery brunette and even though his coworkers claimed she was prude and uptight, he believed there had to be a frisky little kitten just waiting to explode and he was going to make sure he was the one who detonated that bomb.

Truth was, even when JD wasn’t scheming about getting his wife to fall for his moves of seduction, he was still thinking about her. How she made out at work, if she managed to get that stain out of that green dress to the extremes of how her father was doing, it was strange. He hadn’t been in one place for a long time and despite the fact that he didn’t like to be tied down, he liked it here but his decision may have been slightly influenced by the brunette at home.

Sure enough, the woman who had him anchored to this place was right in front of him for his eyes to take in. He chuckled as he leaned against the bar counter. ”I don’t know Mrs. Davenport, you just seem like the type to go looking for trouble.” Smirking, he leaned in as close as the counter would allow. ”I’m sure your husband would love nothing more than to tie you up and punish you.” Her jealousy was always a turn on for him, it showed that she was possessive of him, made him feel wanted by her.

”Hm, well lucky for me I like my women jealous. It makes them a hell of a lot feistier.” And the way she was working herself only made him aroused with the thoughts of claiming that hot little body for him own. And then he was unable to think any longer for his wife’s hand was on his groin, her mouth was against his. There was no need to play around, he knew what he wanted and she obviously strived for the same thing.

He nearly scrambled to pull out a bottle of beer from the cooler underneath the counter before popping the tab off and handing the bottle to his not-so innocent Maggie. ”That would get you pressed against a wall with your legs wrapped around my waist.” He said huskily, his voice carrying his arousal within his words. The way he felt, he wouldn’t mind taking her up against the bar counter, crowd or no crowd, that would certainly teach her not to tease him. Well, two could play at that game. ”What does this get me, baby?” He asked darkly, pressing his lips up to claim her lips with his need. His hand slowly snaked up to brush gently against her panties, feeling the lace that served as a barrier. ”Where shall it be, Maggie? The bathroom or the storage room?”

Maggie was not blind JD's deliciously cruel game but two could play it. She had gotten a lot more comfortable around him. She didn’t lock the bathroom door when she was taking a shower and the frosted glass doors left little to the imagination. She spent a nice chunk of change buying bras and panties that were visually pleasing (a pair of which she was wearing tonight). She had also started to enjoy sleeping in his oversized t-shirts. She read somewhere that men enjoyed seeing a woman in their clothes. She was surprised it had taken them this long to get where they were going tonight.

While their marriage was shaping up to be a big game of cat and mouse, the Davenports were actually enjoying married life. At least, Maggie was. She was amazed at how easy it was to find her flow with JD. They didn’t argue over who got the bathroom first in the morning or who needed to do the dishes this day or that. Married life had proved to be fairly easy. He wasn’t a slob that she felt responsible for and she did her best not to be a nagging wife he needed to escape from.

She couldn’t help but indulge herself in a tall class of handsome when JD leaned against the counter. She really was a fucking lucky lady to be able to call herself his. Not that she believed marriage equaled property. She returned his smirk and twirled a strand of lose hair around her finger. She felt a warmth beginning to grow inside of her as he leaned against the counter, “Tie me up, maybe. Nothing we’re going to be doing together is punishment, babe. I promise you that I’ll make every.. single.. second.. worth your while.” She ran a delicate finger along his jawline and down his neck, playing briefly beneath the fabric of his shirt.

She rolled her eyes at his statement. Of course, Maggie would be jealous. Had he looked in a mirror lately? She was pretty pleased that his attention was one-hundred percent on her and that all the other women were annoyed that another bartender had come to help out. They wanted JD to serve them. They wanted to flirt with the good-looking bartender and take a shot at getting him home. Sorry, ladies. She pulled away from the kiss and whispered softly in his ear,“Be careful what you wish for, JD.”

She chuckled a little as he scrambled for her beer, “Thank you, hubby.” She smiled at him teasingly as she took a sip. They weren’t really big on pet names so the fact that she was using them felt out of character for her. Not that everything she was doing was out of character. She didn’t pursue men for the sole purpose of sex but that was exactly her intentions tonight. He was her husband, after all. She had a natural right. She raised an eyebrow at him, “Mmm… sounds like my cup of tea.” Or at least it could be. She had only had sex once before and it wasn’t as memorable as she would have liked. She was just about to take another sip of her beer when he commanded her lips with his. She felt her thighs tighten as he brushed against the spot where she desperately needed him. Still breathless from the kiss and a hint of desperation in her voice, “That will get you a lot. Either one. I just want you now. Can someone cover the bar for you?” She pulled away and straightened out her dress, composing herself. She made her way to the hallway that lead to the restrooms and to the storage room. She finished off her beer quickly and tossed the bottle in a nearby trash can.

One of the things that had attracted JD to Maggie was the underlying feeling of rebellion and something about her posture, her attitude made him want to drag out her inner bad girl and let it free. His friends had thrown digs about the oldest McCabe girl being a tad bit prude and uptight but from what JD could tell, she was nothing of the nature, or maybe it was just his good looks that really got the ball rolling. Truth be told, he was glad they hadn’t slept together almost immediately, sure it wasn’t usual for a couple to wait this long to be intimate but he liked the chase; he liked having to work for what he wanted.

What he wanted was a five foot, eight inch brunette in heels and a dress so nice that he could make out her sexy legs. So many nights he’d dreamed about just running his mouth along every inch of her bare skin, hearing her cry as he tortured her body relentlessly. But she was much more than a fuck, she was his wife and he cared about her and truth be told he was starting to fall in love with Maggie. Lately, whenever his friends mentioned prude Maggie, he slammed them up against a wall because it was his property that they were talking shit about, she was his and he was hers. He would do anything in his power to protect her.

All this back and forth was enough to keep the little mischievous Maggie constantly on JD’s mind. He couldn’t even get her out of his thoughts if he wanted to, not that he was complaining but lately his thoughts were becoming more carnal in context, more filled with his own sexual desire. The thoughts he created about this girl and the times he had to look at Mr. McCabe in the eye knowing full well that he was thinking about desecrating his flesh and blood. He was enjoying their game, but they were long overdue for someone to make a move.

Fortunately, it seemed like tonight would be such a night. Her words were enough to be his undoing and he had to catch himself to stop his mouth from audibly releasing a groan, fuck her and her temptations. He certainly hoped her father knew what a little vixen his pride and joy was because Maggie was far from a perfect little angel, not with that mouth on her. "I’ve been wishing for this for a long time, baby." A long time indeed, many nights he’d spent just trying not to jump her and now, he would release all that tension into that perfect little body of hers.

He couldn’t help but watch her as she drank from the bottle, the way she did was almost taunting, as if she wanted to get a rouse out of him. Before he even knew it, he found himself motioning in a haste to the second bartender, the motion the two had agreed on when one needed to make a quick leave. Taking his wife’s hand, he led her past the array of bottles and through the double doors that led into the back. "It’s less attractive than one would imagine, I’m sure." He said, gesturing to the piles upon piles of boxes of liquor. It wasn’t this place though that he had his eyes on and as his hands reached for the door to the storage closet; he opened the handle and quickly pulled his wife in before shutting and locking the door. It was roomy enough for the two of them, but it wasn’t exactly a five star hotel room, though he had to admit that it was probably more comfortable than a bathroom stall would have been.

"Mrs. Davenport… what am I going to do with you?" He gently moved towards her until her back was against the wall, he moved his lips close to her mouth, hovering over her lips before claiming her mouth by his own. "I want you so fucking bad, Maggie." He managed to murmur between kisses.

Maggie knew that her draw was her good girl persona. Every boy wanted to bring out a good girl’s bad side. It was like taming a wild horse and only a few cowboys were up to the job. It was almost a cliché but when she thought of JD showing her the ins and outs of sex, well, she just couldn’t help herself. Every inch of her wanted him and there was nothing she could do about it anymore. She just had to have him, no more teasing and no more waiting. It wasn’t the ideal time and place but it added a heightened sense of adventure to their first time. She was sure that once he was officially off and returned home, they would continue their escapades there.

That was the joy of married life. They could go home together and have sex on just about any surface of their house that they wanted. They could turn off their porch lights and venture out onto their porch swing if they kept quiet enough. She had never had such a filthy mind before meeting JD. It wasn’t just the fact that he had a body that you could eat ice cream off of but there was something else there. She had never felt such a deep emotional connection with anyone else before. They had begun to form inside jokes and sometimes they’d tease each other about naming their kids after terrible television characters. She had never joked about kids with anyone else before and it was a small sign that Maggie was falling for JD just as quickly as he was falling for her.

She bit down on her lip softly as she ran a quick hand through his hair and tugged on the ends gently, “Lucky for you, I’m in a wish-granting mood. All your fantasies may very well come true tonight.” It surprised her how easily her voice dripped with sex. She had never really felt ‘sexy’ before but being anywhere near JD made her feel like she could put on the sexiest strip tease of hers and possibly his life. As a matter of fact, she would add that to a list of things she wanted to do for him in the near future. It was pretty much expected that once they indulged themselves that it would become an almost daily thing. They were newlyweds, after all.

The brunette intertwined her fingers with her husband’s as she was lead off to the storage room in the back of the bar. She caught a few of the girls at the bar eyeing her with an almost vicious gaze. They knew what was about to happen and they could be jealous all the wanted. It actually made it a bit more fun for her. She looked around the storage room and nodded her head in agreement, “It’s perfectly quaint.” She placed a reassuring hand on his chest and gazed up at him with a mischievous grin on her face as her back was up against the wall, “Good things. Bad things. Sexy things.” She placed her hand at the nape of his neck and pulled him closer to her, deepening the kiss. It was carnal, intense and passionate. She felt the heat radiating off of both their bodies as she turned him over so that she was the one pressing him up against the wall.

She pulled away for a brief second and started to kiss along his jawline down to his neck where she spent a good amount of time sucking and nipping at his soft, stubbly skin. “How bad, JD?” She breathed into his ear as she started to unbutton his pants before returning back to her teasing kisses that were now trailing down to his chest. Once the pants were down, she took his erection in her hand and began to rub against it slowly. “You know that I’ve wanted this for a really long time, too.” She came back up for one rough kiss against his lips before she was down on her knees taking his cock in her mouth. This was unfamiliar territory for Maggie but she had read enough Cosmo to know her way around a blowjob. She moved her tongue slowly around the head, varied the amount of pressure on his cock as it went in and out of her mouth, and used her hand to increase his euphoria as he entered her. Just listening to his pleasure was enough to get her ready for him.