A Night in the Life...

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It had been a long night, and Constantine was immensely relieved when the cab parked in front of the bowling alley. It was late, probably in the early hours of the morning, and all he wanted to do was curl up in bed with his wife.

“Good night, huh, John?” asked Garret, smiling excitingly from the driver’s seat. Garret was Constantine’s new apprentice, and, like Chas had been, he was eager to learn and help out Constantine whenever he could.

“Sure,” Constantine said dryly, opening the car door. “I’ll see you later.” He stepped out onto the sidewalk.

“Say hi to Mary for me!” Garret called out just as he slammed the door.

Constantine wearily trudged through the bowling alley, making his way to his front door. It really had been a long night, chalk full of exorcisms and other paranormal activity. Usually he never had to clean up so much demon crap in one night, but this was an exception. It wasn’t exactly hard, but it was tiring, leaving Constantine cursing his line of work. Gabriel had once referred to his abilities as a gift, but was it?

“Gift my ass,” Constantine muttered as he stepped through the door’s threshold. Even though most of his place was covered in darkness, it still felt good to be home. He lingered by his door, breathing in the familiar sent of his home—Windex, bubblegum, and peaches.

Mary loved anything peach scented, from candles to lotion to soap. Constantine often made fun of her for her weird peach obsession, but, in actuality, he loved it. He loved everything about his wife, really.

His wife, the term, though now fairly familiar, never failed to give him a nice, warm and fuzzy feeling in the pit of his stomach, not to mention lower places as well. Mary Draven, now Mary Constantine, was honestly the best thing that every happened to Constantine, and, though he never said anything aloud, thanked God secretly for somehow sending her to him.

“John?” said the object of Constantine’s affections. He squinted, allowing his eyes to adjust to the darkness. He saw Mary’s dark silhouette leaning against the bedroom wall.

“Hey,” he said, smiling for the first time that night. “I just got back. I didn’t wake you up, did I?” Mary shook her head.

“No,” she admitted, “I was waiting for you.” Constantine shrugged out of his coat, draping it over a chair.

“You didn’t have to do that,” he reminded, walking toward her while loosening his tie.

“I know,” Mary said, “but I don’t mind. Here, let me help.” She took hold of his tie and tugged it over his head. “There.”

“Thanks,” he said, leaning in to kiss her. His hands framed her delicate face and he held her body to his own.

This is worth it, he inwardly decided, if I could be guaranteed this every night when I came home, I wouldn’t mind performing so many exorcisms.

“Hard night?” she asked after Constantine had stopped kissing her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his face in her neck.

“I’m fine,” he insisted, breathing in her peachy scent. “I just missed you.”

Mary smiled, softly threading her fingers through his hair. “I missed you, too.” She gently pulled away, grabbing his hand and pulling him closer to the bed.

“Let’s get you ready for bed, ok?” she asked, as if she was talking to a little kid. She started unbuttoning his shirt, untucking it out of his pants. Constantine rolled his eyes, but allowed her to continue. He really didn’t mind; after so long of being alone, it was nice having someone to fuss over him.

Once his shirt was off, Mary leaned in to kiss his neck. “I really missed you,” she whispered, her tongue venturing out to touch the spot her lips had previously occupied. Constantine closed his eyes and held her waist, silently encouraging her to do whatever it was she wanted to do.

Next, she bent down to untie his shoes, taking them off with his socks. As she stood up, her hands trailed the long length of his legs, brushing lightly against his straining erection, and stopping at his belt buckle.

“I can undress myself, sweetheart,” Constantine felt obligated to say, his breath somewhat caught in his throat. Mary giggled, glancing up at him, her green eyes staring mischievously. She didn’t answer, but, having unbuckled the belt, she pulled down his pants, along with his boxers.

It wasn’t long before Mary had nudged him onto the bed. She shed her panties and tank top, the only clothes she was wearing, and straddled him.

“I love you, John,” she said lovingly, kissing his lips and messaging his scalp just the way he liked it. Constantine sighed and cupped one of her breasts, messaging it in return.

Mary pulled away, smiling down at him. Suddenly, she grabbed his erection, leaned back, and slid onto him. They both groaned at the union of their bodies. Constantine gripped Mary’s waist, angling his hips to slide deeper inside her.

“Fuck,” he breathed, his eyes closed tightly. It never ceased to amaze him that every time they did this, and they did it often, she was still as warm and tight and wet as their wedding night.

“John,” Mary whispered, using his shoulders as leverage to elevate herself before dropping back down on him. She bit her lip, a habit, and repeated the process, moving up and down. Constantine helped, his hands still at her waist, lifting her and bringing her down hard against him.

Sweat had already started to form on Mary’s body by the time she felt the familiar build up, the pressure, between her legs. Her body tensed and she whimpered as Constantine, somehow reading her thoughts, pressed his fingers against her. With a loud cry, Mary came, collapsing against his chest as her inner muscles contracted, milking Constantine into his own release.

“God, I love you,” he said honestly, pushing away some of her unruly hair. Mary, still breathing deeply, smiled. She disengaged herself, opting to lie beside her husband instead.

“I know,” she said happily, resting her head against his shoulder and wrapping her arms around him. They laid there in silence, each enjoying the other being there.

“Everything went well tonight, right John?” Mary asked cautiously, almost as if she was afraid of the answer. Constantine turned his head toward her.

“Yeah,” he said, “why? Is everything ok?”

Mary nodded, burrowing closer to him. “Yes,” she answered. “I was just wondering.” She paused. “I just have a weird feeling, that’s all.”

Constantine kissed the top of her head comfortingly. “Well, we’ll burn that bridge when we come to it,” he said. “Don’t worry. I’ll never let anything happen to you.”

“I know,” she said smiling. She looked up at him. “Up for another round?” she asked teasingly.

Constantine smiled wryly. “Like you even have to ask,” he said, rolling her underneath him, causing Mary to giggle. “You should know by now that I’m always up for more.”

“Just another night in the life, right?” she teased, playing absently with a lock of his hair.

“You can bet your life on it,” he agreed, bending down to lick her nipple. Mary moaned, her legs wrapping around his waist tightly.

“I love you,” she whispered.

“I love you more.”

It was quite some time before Constantine and Mary ended up falling asleep, but neither seemed to mind too much. As Mary said before, it was just another night in the life of John and Mary Constantine…


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Author’s Note: Well? Do you approve? Let me know if there’s anything else you might want to see happen.

This might lead to a sequel to “An Unexpected Occurrence”, by the way…