A/U: I am thinking the next chapter will be tha last, because i was only ever intending this to be a one shot, nbut now, porbably a three or four shot. Anyways, this chapter is the SMUT, so pls R & R.

Have a good week


In a flash, Helen had a visitor, but she was too busy washing the shampoo out of her locks to notice the man standing outside her open door. John stepped forward slowly, undoing the buttons on his pants, sliding them off his legs, and discarding them at the foot of the shower. Next to go was his black shirt, leaving him in nothing but his boxers as he stepped into the shower behind his ex-fiancé.

Helen felt his breath on her neck and she spun around quickly, Johns' arms going around her naked body.

"John!" She shrieked, trying desperately to get from his clutches, but part of her wasn't fighting the battle. Part of her felt the rightness in the moment, her nude body in his arms, but the other part of her, the rational part, knew this was so wrong; Very wrong.

"Helen it has been too long, my love. Too long since I held you this close, and far too long since I made love to you. Let me make love to you."

His voice had a thickness to it, and his eyes were darkened with lust, and Helen could feel her stomach flip as if she were a teenage girl again.

John brushed his fingers through her hair, his long fingers massaging her scalp, and Helen moaned at the contact. It felt so good to be with him again, and if she was to be frank, she had missed him dearly.

Before the rational part could stop her, Helen reached up on her tippee toes to kiss John slowly, her tongue gliding across his bottom lip asking for entrance.

With a growl of dominance, his hands found the backs of her thighs, and he pulled her legs around his waist, pushing her body roughly against the shower wall. He moved down to kiss her collar bone, one hand moving to her core, where he stroked her hard and fast for a few seconds, before plunging his fingers deep inside of her. Helen screamed out, and slowly John began pumping his digits in and out.

"Oh, John…" Helen cried softly, grinding her hips into his fingers, and feeling her inner muscles tighten around him; he pulled his fingers out, swiftly removing his underwear, before placing his organ at her hot entrance.

"You can still sop me, Helen." He said softly, kissing her neck gently.

"I…I know I shouldn't be doing this, but I cant stop myself from wanting it. Wanting you, John."

Taking that as a yes, John thrust himself into her hard, and for a moment neither moved, before Helen started to rotate her hips, bucking up against him.

"That's it, Helen." He whispered into her ear, thrusting himself in and out of her quickly.

She was so close to her end, and she felt her inner muscles clench around his manhood and soon she was shaking as her orgasm ripped through her body. He followed soon after, holding her tight as he came inside of her.

When they had both calmed down, John pulled himself out of her slowly, setting he feet back onto the shower floor.

"John…" Helen said softly, watching as her lover picked up his clothes from the floor.

"Yes, my dear?"

"I think you are going to need to go 'commando', this time around." She held up his soaking wet underwear with a smile, and he nodded curtly.

"I believe you are right." He dressed quickly and before Helen could say any more, John teleported out, leaving her naked, and wet in more ways than one in the shower.