Author: SerenaJ
Title: Rachael and JD
Part: Chapter 1
Universe: Reedville and The Davidson Fishery
Summary: How Rachael and Julius celebrate one year together
Keywords: MF, cons, rom, piv, oral, interr (HF/WM), job, exhib

Chapter 1:  Happy Anniversary

Rachael breathed a sigh of relief when Mike finally 
passed her desk, coat and hat on, briefcase and cell 
in hand.  He nodded curtly to her and did not even 
pause in his conversation as he boarded the elevator 
and left her alone for the night.

It was almost 6:30pm and he was the last.

She logged off her computer and cleared the last file 
from her desk.  She gathered her coat and purse and, 
slipping past the "in conference" sign blocking the 
door, went into JD's office and locked the door behind 
herself.

He was facing the window, hands clasped behind his 
back, listening to the argument coming in over his 
speakerphone.  She watched him as she put her things 
quietly on his office couch.  He was a short man, 
which still surprised her; his presence was so tall it 
seemed incongruous with his person.  At 63 and with a 
full head of neatly trimmed white hair, JD was still 
stocky not stout; years of sitting behind a desk 
during the week had been offset by weekends at his 
family's fishery or hours in the gym.  Built like a 
boat anchor, he once described himself - small but 
dense.  She was taller than he was, almost a third of 
his age and far more slender - his willow, he called 
her - but their relative sizes and ages had made no 
difference in their devotion to each other.  Or their 
passion.

"Semantics, gentlemen."  JD finally boomed over the 
conversation, "Hair splittin' of the worst kind.  
Neither of ya'll gives a hoot in hollerville about the 
legal name of this here joint venture."  The argument 
droned on and Rachael checked her watch.  6:45; their 
dinner reservations were for 7pm but there was no way 
they would make that now.  Judging by the frustration 
in JD voice and the audible slip of his deep southern 
Virginia accent - normally kept so carefully in check 
- this had gone on for hours.

'Maybe time for a little incentive.' Rachael thought.

She had planned to strip for him when he took her 
home; tonight was their one-year anniversary.  It did 
seem rather fitting to do it here now, though, since 
their first time together had been on the floor in 
front of JD's desk.

She moved to the center of the room and took the clips 
out of her hair, tossing them one by one onto his 
desk.  She shook her long, wavy, dark brown hair out 
and let it flow down her back - just above her butt so 
that she rarely sat on it.  He did not look up.  She 
began to dance slowly, humming "Let Me Entertain You" 
softly as she unbuttoned her blouse.  She tossed it on 
top of one of the high backed leather guest chairs.  
Her camisole landed on the opposing chair.  She knew 
he had finally looked up when she was bending over at 
the waist with her back to him stepping out of her 
skirt.

"Holy Mary mother of God!"

She stood slowly, smiling as she turned around to face 
him.  She could hear the men on the speaker asking if 
JD was ok.  He ignored them and let his eyes feast on 
her slender lace clad beauty.  "Mercy, mercy me." He 
breathed, "If'n you ain't everything a man could 
desire."

She pointed to the phone, "Your call?"

"Ah.  Yes."  He cleared his throat and un-mute the 
call; she had not seen him hit the button. "Gentlemen, 
your pardon.  My co-worker has presented me with." he 
looked at her again, ".with another issue that 
requires my immediate attention.  I would suggest at 
this time that you all consolidate the items we have 
discussed so far and forward a revised contract to my 
office.  We can continue this discussion at a later 
time."  JD did not even give them time to agree with 
the idea, "Good day, gentlemen." He hung up the line 
and moved quickly around the desk.

She turned slowly around allowing him to peruse fully 
the black lace teddy she had purchased for the 
occasion.  He let out a low whistle, "My, my, my 
goodness, woman!  To what do I owe this unmitigated 
pleasure?"

"It's a special day." She backed out of his reach, 
"Not until you guess." She teased.

"Alright, now let's see." He knit his brow and 
pretended to think hard, "No, no, can't think of a 
thing worth celebrating."

"Not one thing?" In the eight years she had worked for 
JD, he had never forgotten a date, meeting or 
birthday.  He knew what the day was.

"Well, now I guess I can think of one little thing.  
It was one year ago today that you tried to kill me."

"What?"

"Right here in my office.  You and yo' friend like to 
give me a massive coronary.

It had been a threesome with Helen the first time.  He 
remembered - some things are hard to forget.

"We did not." She laughed but let him pull her close 
and caress the lace.

"Should I be expecting Ms. Bogud's presence shortly?" 
he asked tracing the arch of her hips under the 
delicate material.

She thought about it.  That first night had turned out 
to be a one-time thing but she did not mind sharing 
him - especially not with Helen.  Not if he wanted to. 
"No, but I can call her, see if she's still here."

"Touch that phone young lady and I'll bite you."  She 
giggled and reached in that direction.  Gently he 
nipped her shoulder. "No.  Maybe again one day," he 
looked into her eyes, "but not today."  He kissed her, 
a light peck and then again, more deeply with lips and 
tongue.  Soon his fingers were pulling the shoulder 
straps down and stroking her oh-so-sensitive 
shoulders.  She tugged the corner of his bow tie - she 
had finally gotten the knack of untying them - and 
unbuttoned his shirt.  She loved the soft feel of his 
hairy chest.  The white hairs stood out from the well-
tanned and surprising taut skin.  He did not feel 63, 
and did not act it either.  He was broad and fit and 
energetic and made her feel like someone special.

His lips lingered on her collarbone and moved ever so 
slowly around her neck.  She ran her fingertips across 
his nipples and felt him shiver.  His lips changed 
direction, moving down her cleavage.  She had small 
breasts, which always bothered her - not enough to 
consider a boob job, but she had to confess to a 
twinge of jealousy for any woman with more than a B-
cup.  But JD loved her "little buds" - loved their 
shape and color, loved their sensitivity.  He was 
astounded the first time he made her come playing with 
them alone.  He made it a regular practice.  Slowly he 
slid down the teddy revealing more of her skin and 
sucking her nipples gently.  She moaned and let her 
hands unfasten his pants to stroke his growing 
hardness.

He took her just to the edge of orgasm then stopped to 
undress fully.  He smiled at her, a look born of lust, 
and pushed her firmly backward over his desk.  He bent 
over and licked her slit.  His tongue squirmed in and 
around the syrup-soaked folds of her pussy and they 
both moaned.  He licked again, this time letting his 
tongue encircle her clit.  She came, crying out loudly 
and arching her hips.  He tongue fucked her until she 
came again washing his face with her cream.  The 
suddenly he was on her - in her - moving in swift 
strokes, his pelvic bone rubbing against her clit, his 
lips squeezing her nipples.  Another wave crested over 
her before the previous one faded and she pumped 
against him trying to push him deeper and deeper.  
When he came, they came together and lay spent and 
panting atop his desk blotter.  She loved him and it 
was wonderful, nearly perfect.

Nearly.

Slowly they pulled themselves together. He kissed her 
and she could taste her essences on his lips and 
tongue.  They giggled like teens.

"I am presuming that we have missed our dinner 
arrangements?"

"Long since."

"Well, then let's just stop on over at that little 
place on 14th and see if they can't fix us a plate to 
go." He pulled her close again, "I'd just as soon have 
you to myself tonight."  His brow furrowed, "And if 
I'm not mistaken, you have homework, don't you?"

She laughed and pulled free of him so he could finish 
gathering his things, "Yes, JD I have homework."  He 
had suggested and she agreed to get her paralegal 
certification.  Now, halfway thru, it had all the joy 
and excitement of re-living high school - that being 
none at all.  Still, finishing meant that she would be 
JD's Legal Aide not his secretary.  They would work 
more closely; she would be even more important to him.  
She could not deny the appeal.

"I swear, woman, it's like raisin' my boys again!"

She waved the comment off and turned to get her coat.  
Behind her, JD cleared his throat.

"Miss. Sullivan?"

"Yes, JD?" even after sleeping together for a year, he 
still addressed her so formally.

"I have wanted to ask you something for sometime now." 
He paused and she looked at him.  He was staring out 
the window again, "I, uh, I realize that I am." His 
voice trailed off and he cleared his throat again, 
"Miss Sullivan, are you happy with our arrangement, 
currently?"

"Our arrangement?"

"Us, I mean.  Together.  Our relationship, our living 
arrangements, our sexual relations, an' so on."

"Oh." She put on her coat as she moved toward him, "I 
love you, I wish we were living together but I know 
that has to wait - at least until my lease ends.  The 
sex is." She slid her arms around him, ".amazing.  So 
yeah, I guess I'm happy with it.  Why?  Are you?"

He turned to face her and put his arms around her as 
well, "I have never been so happy in my life.  I have 
never been so profoundly moved - even in church - 
nothing has touched my life the way you have."

Suddenly her heart was racing.  She had not expected 
such a strong admission and his intensity frightened 
her. "JD."

"No, now let me speak my mind while I have the courage 
to do it.  You can have your say when I'm through."  
He pulled away from her and opened his briefcase, "I 
have been considering our arrangement for some time 
now, and I find that I am not at all pleased with it, 
not at all pleased.  You are an astounding woman and 
you deserve more."

"JD."

"I said hush up, now, woman." He reached in the case, 
"You deserve more than part of my time and part of my 
attention and quite frankly, I find myself a might 
disturbed when I call you and you don't answer."

"I do have a life, JD."

"I respect that, I truly do. Nevertheless, I am 
displeased with this current arrangement.  And I'd 
like to make some changes."

"Such as?"

"Well, first off, I agree.  Our living arrangement is 
quite unsatisfactory.  I propose that you break your 
lease and move into my house."

She pursed her lips, they had discussed this much 
before, "And the affect on my credit report and the 
resulting fees?"

"Your credit will simply have to suffer the blow and I 
will pay any and all fees resulting from this action 
including the cost of a moving company.  I have no 
intention of hauling any furniture."

"Ok.  What else?"

"We have discussed a trip to Reedville this holiday 
season to visit my family."

"Yes."

"And in deference to my aged mother, you made a hotel 
reservation for one in your name."

"Yeah?"

"Cancel it."

"You're the one who said your mother would never let 
us sleep together in her house."

"The house - as a point of fact - is in my name.  But 
be that as it may, yes, mother would preach fire and 
brimstone if we were to share an unwed bed under her 
roof."

"So?"

"I would like you to cancel the reservation for 'Miss 
Sullivan'" he pulled a ring box out of his case, "and 
stay with me as 'Mrs. McElroy'."

Rachael stared at the box.  Her hands shook as she 
took it, opened it, saw the simple gold band with a 
single diamond.  Her vision blurred.

"You, of course, do not have to answer now.  I 
understand that there are many things to consider. You 
will no doubt want to discuss this with your friends.  
Family.  There are legal ramifications."  He babbled 
on while shoving files into his briefcase.  Every 
moment she was silent weighed upon him.  He snapped 
the case shut and looked out the window again.  He 
clasped his hands behind his back and tried to stop 
shaking.  Proposing to his first wife Claudia had not 
been anywhere near as terrifying.  "I will, of course, 
understand completely if you decline to accept my 
offer."  He heard himself say.  She still had not 
spoken and he risked looking in her direction.

She was wearing the ring.  Tears were streaming down 
her face.

"May I inquire if those are in fact tears of joy?"

She nodded.

"Honey," He swallowed hard, "Nothing sounds quite like 
yes to a man like the word 'yes'."

She gasped and threw herself around him - not easy 
with their height difference - "Yes, you idiot!  Yes!  
Yes!  Yes!" she punctuated each yes with a kiss until 
he caught her face and held it still.  He kissed her 
soundly.

"Yes?" he asked again not quite believing it.

"Oh!  What, do you want a contract?  Yes, Julius, oh 
God, yes!"

His knees gave out and they both fell to the floor.

"Hot damn!" He exclaimed breathless, "Oh, Jesus, thank 
you.  Ha-lay-loo-ya!"

"Are you ok?" she asked him, finally beginning to 
control her own emotions.

"I've never been so scared in all my born days."

"Scared?"

"I didn't know what I was gonna do if'n you said 'no'.  
Bless me but I sure-n-hell didn' know."

She wiped her face on her coat sleeve and he laughed 
at her.  They managed to stand up and clung to each 
other as they made their way out of the office.

"I'd best discuss this with Paul in the morning.  I 
don't know if you were aware but we are in violation 
of the firm's 'no fraternization' policy."

"Us?  I can't imagine how." She said giggling.  The 
ring fit perfectly and glittered in the low elevator 
light.

"Now don't go flashing thing to every mother's son 
until I've discussed this with him.  We may have to 
remain circumspect a tad bit longer, you understand.  
Don't look right for the Legal Council ta break the 
company policy."

She sighed, "I know.  Just Helen.  I promise."

He nodded; Helen kept more than her fair share of 
secrets.  And it was not as if she did not already 
know about their relationship.

He took her home.  They did not stop for food.  She 
did not do homework.

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