John had been called into work on a case, interrupting your post-coital cuddle. He groaned as he got up to shower, aware that Sipowicz would be on his ass if he was late. "Sorry, I really need to get going," he murmured, kissing your head, clearly reluctant to leave. You had just started getting handsy again, maybe considering a second round, when the phone rang.

You got dressed and prepared to head out for the day. Just as you were finishing up, John emerged from the shower, his towel barely hanging on. He reached for his watch, accidentally bumped into you, and you couldn’t resist pulling him into a kiss—one he certainly didn’t seem to mind.

John looked at his watch, cursing under his breath. "Shit, I really gotta head out," he said, planting one more kiss on your lips. You hated the thought of him leaving, but he had a job to do. Did that give him the right to flash that perfectly sculpted ass, when he dropped his towel to rummage through his closet?!

John caught your smirk, even as you turned away and slipped on your coat. He wrapped his arms around you again, his bare front pressing against your back. "Can I at least walk you to the door like a good host?" he murmured softly in your ear.