Every Memory Repeats

Chapter 21

Marlena settled in the vee of his legs, leaning back against his chest with a sigh, "When did Shane call?"

"Right after you left to pick up the twinners," he said quietly. "We were on the phone for nearly an hour. Some of it, the ISA has worked out, but there's a significant portion that's encrypted."

"Did Shane have a guess as to what it might contain?"

"He says they're still working on it, but there was some interesting information," John told her. His arms were wrapped around her tightly, and he nuzzled into her soft hair breathing deeply.

Marlena nearly vibrated with happiness at having him so close, "Mhmmm..."

"The ISA said that the technology they accessed on that microchip is years ahead of work they are currently doing."

"I don't understand...what are they doing?"

"Mind mapping...mapping and logging the memories of a person, and placing them in someone else," John said slowly.

"Is that even possible?"

John was quiet for a moment, "According to Shane, that's why I thought I was Roman. His memories are on that chip, Doc. His memories, and—and some other people that they haven't identified yet. The encrypted part...Shane didn't say it, but I think—I think that—"

He'd stopped talking and Marlena tipped her face up to his, and whispered, "John?"

"I've been remembering things," he said quietly. "Training...martial arts, military training, firing ranges, and...methods for torture. Doc, before Marcus took that thing out of my neck, I didn't consciously remember any of that. Now, I'm getting flashes of things during the day, and I'm remembering my dreams."

"Are you using the notebook?"

"I am," he said. "I've been writing everything down, and Shane's planning to come to Salem as soon as the people at the ISA figure out the encryption on the chip. In the meantime he wants me to keep logging every bit of new information."

"I think that's an excellent idea," she said, running her fingers over his arm lightly. "It's going to help you put the pieces together, and I want that for you, so badly. I want you to finally have the answers you seek."

"Doc, even if I don't get answers, even if the pieces never fall into place, I would be complete with you," he said softly against her ear.

Tipping her face up to his, she whispered, "We're going to get the answers, John. I can feel it, and I love you so much, I won't rest until you know. I want that for you. I want that as much as you."

"Have I told you lately what an amazing woman you are?"

"You have, but you can always tell me again," she told him with a smirk.

"You're fucking amazing. You're beautiful. You're kind. You're the smartest person I know. You're an amazing mother," he said, kissing her face with every statement. He pulled back looking at her, and he said barely above a whisper, "You make me feel so loved...you make my body sing..."

Marlena laughed gently, "I make your body sing?"

John growled in her ear, "You make my body fucking sing, baby." Marlena could feel the growing evidence of his desire for her, and she scooted her butt back against his crotch, making him groan aloud. "The twinners are upstairs...and they don't know about us yet. Are you trying to torture me?"

"Maybe," she whispered. "I know we can't make love. I know that, but can you—can you kiss me again?"

"Oh, Doc, you never have to ask me for that. I'll do it willingly. Every. Single. Time," he said against her mouth. Marlena shifted her body to kiss him, and John reached around her waist with one arm, pulling her body up the length of his, so that she sat on his thigh, and he kissed her. His lips played over hers, and his tongue traced over hers softly, causing her to pant, and wiggle against him. Slowly he allowed his fingers to trace over the waistband of her terrycloth joggers, and said, "I can do something else for you before I leave tonight."

Her breathing picked up, and she stared into his eyes, and breathed, "What?"

Sliding his hand into the front of her pants, he groaned, "Are you not wearing panties? G-d, Doc, you drive me fucking mad..."

Her breathing was erratic in his ear, and she replied, "I...I...they're so restrictive sometimes..."

"I think you want to drive me mad," he said, squeezing her mound roughly. "I think you knew I was coming over, and you wanted to feel a little dirty."

"Oh!" she cried softly, trying to stay quiet so she didn't wake the twins.

John ran his middle finger lightly up her slit, barely breaking the barrier between her folds, and lightly bumping her clit. Her hips bucked, and he whispered, "I'm going to make you come before I go home tonight, Doc. I'm going to smear your scent all over my fingers, and when I get home...I'm going to make myself come, while I smell your scent on me."

Marlena's head fell sideways onto his shoulder, and her hips bucked in search of more friction. Lacing her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, she whispered, "Your fingers...G-d, John, you make me feel so good."

"If I could, I'd make you scream my fucking name," he told her biting at her ear lobe, and licking behind it. Without removing his hand from her pants, he rolled her so that her back settled on his chest again. Using three fingers, he began to rub over her clit softly, whispering, "Spread those thighs for me, Marlena."

She couldn't breath properly, she could barely think straight, but her legs fell open, and his fingers continued their assault on her clit. Marlena breathed out, "Harder...oh! Harder..."

John smiled against the hair of her head, and told her, "This is going to be a fast one isn't it?"

"Yes! Yes!" Her face rolled to the side, and she panted against his neck, "You make me feel so good...you make me feel—"

"—I make you feel fucking good, baby. G-d, watching you like this...I want to watch you come apart under my fingers," he told her. Barely above a whisper he said, "Can you do that for me? Come for me, baby. Come for me."

His words triggered a response in her that was purely physical, and Marlena's entire body tensed, as her orgasm rolled over her. Her back arched, and she cried softly, "Oh, G-d! John...Oh, G-d!"

"That's right, Doc...shhhh..." he cooed in her ear, as she trembled and shook in his arms. "I've got you..."