A Hole in One
Title: A Hole in One
Rating: 18? M? Whatever the rating for fics with sex in should be. Particularly golf course sex.
Characters: JJ Feild and Jessica - OFC
Summary: I can’t believe I wrote this. I did it solely for the puns.
Jessica had always been one for getting into trouble, and this day was no different. It had started out quite simply. She decided to take a stroll after breakfast, the English spring offering a surprisingly decent climate for it, and ended up on the golf course. More specifically she stumbled across it.
“Oh, oh god, are you alright?”
Jessica had, in hopping down from a bank of trees and shrubs, caught her foot on a golf ball and gone arse over tit on a lawn with a better manicure than her.
She looked up to see a rather gorgeous and incredibly concerned face hovering over her. Blue eyes bright with concern set into gloriously tanned skin that crinkled its worry for her at his forehead.
“Yes, I think so OW!” She was wrong. Her ankle panged horribly as she tried to get up and she flopped back onto the perfectly manicured grass. “No, no, not alright…”
“Let’s get you to the clubhouse.”
The arms that belonged to the gorgeous face were equally stunning. Rippling biceps were hidden under a decidedly hideous orange polo shirt, and Jessica felt them pressed against her back and under her knees as her handsome golfer hoisted her off the green. She tentatively slipped an arm around those sumptuous shoulders, and her rescuer grinned down at her.
“I’m John, by the way,” he said as they followed his caddy back over the lawns.
“Jessica,” Jessica replied, trying very hard not to start winding her fingers in the curls of sandy hair at the nape of John’s neck.
“I am sorry to have ruined your walk,” John continued, breath ghosting across her cheek.
“Oh, par for the course, really,” Jessica said, enjoying the rumbling laugh in John’s chest that vibrated against her torso. “It’s my fault for walking onto a golf course”
John was about to speak again when another rumble, a rather more ominous one, tumbled from the sky and within seconds the heavens opened on them. The caddy ran on ahead, but John ducked into the rough beside the course, seeking shelter beneath the trees.
“I’m afraid we’ll have to wait out the shower here,” he said. “I daren’t risk running back and causing you further injury.”
He placed her gently on the ground against the trunk of a tree and knelt in front of her. His deft fingers made short work of her boot and sock, and he was soon gently caressing her swollen ankle and aching foot.
“How does that feel?” he asked.
Jessica had to bite back a moan. He was referring, of course, to the delicate way he pushed her foot one way and the other, but she was thinking about those strong, long fingers against her skin.
“Fine,” she managed, before hissing in a breath at the sudden pain.
John looked up at her, his eyebrows raised in amusement this time rather than concern, and a playful smirking pout on those annoyingly gorgeous lips.
“Alright, not fine,” she conceded. “Will this affect my handicap, d’you think?”
John chuckled again. “Most likely, you’ll never get a good swing with an ankle like this.” He tapped her leg above the swelling, lightly. “Do you play?”
Jessica shook her head. “No, I’m afraid I ascribe to the adage that ‘golf is a good walk ruined’.” She smiled at his look of mock annoyance. “Although I will say this walk has been rather improved by my trip on the green.”
“Oh, is that so?” John studied her face from beneath hooded eyes.
Jessica sat up a little straighter and leaned towards him. “Mm, it’s been a real slice.”
Green etiquette and decorum flew out of the window as John swiftly closed the short gap between them and soundly kissed Jessica’s puns from her mouth. The rain water still damp on her skin added the most delicious flavour to her and, gently cupping her jaw in his hand, John slipped still deeper.
Jessica got a good ten finger grip on the damp cotton that clung to his firm physique. He was an absolute pro at this. He pushed back, pinning her to the tree trunk, and slid his free hand up her thigh beneath her skirt. Slowly, as his fingers danced across her panties, he worked his way down her neck. Jessica dragged a hand through his hair as one snaked between them to rub against his wood.
John groaned against Jessica’s chest, dragging his teeth across the exposed skin at her neck. In turn she squeezed him roughly and quickly brought her other hand from his hair to jerk down his zipper and release the club his caddy never handled. John slipped a finger beneath the cotton barrier he had been toying with and relished the gasp she exhaled.
She had a perfect grip on his shaft, even if she was a little handsy. No doubt she’d have cleared the eighteen holes in no time, but JJ only had one hold on his mind at that moment.
“That is a rather fine club. Five Iron?”
“Oh no, my dear lady,” he chuckled, shifting his position to slide out of her hand and into her wet heat. His voice dropped to a whispered growl against her ear. “This is my Driver.”
She gasped, clutching his shoulders hard enough to create divots. Luckily the Green Keepers weren’t too bothered about what happened in the rough, and if they could handle foursomes they could deal with this.
John moaned against her neck, nipping at the damp, sensitive flesh as she ran her hands beneath his shirt and scrabbled at his skin. He pulled her leg around his waist and pushed himself up on his free arm. His strokes were even, calculated, and deeper than Jessica thought possible. She was soon incoherent beneath him, taken over by the thrill of their bump and run in the rough. John’s thrusts quickened, less controlled now but just as firm and with all the follow through of a seasoned golfer.
Their cries were lost amidst the still falling rain and the low rumbles of distant thunder. John’s pace faltered and started as Jessica squeezed and clasped his shaft. They hovered on the precipice for just a moment before plunging together into a hazardous spot of casual water and bringing their tempo to a stand still.
John buried his head in Jessica’s warm, heaving chest, slowly recovering his breath and working up to her face in gentle kisses.
“That was terrible, John” Jessica chuckled, softly running her hands down his face.
“Well what do you expect? We’ve not got much time to mess about in public.”
Jessica laughed. “No, not the sex; the puns.”
“Oh, because yours were so brilliant,” John scoffed, gently jabbing his girlfriend in the side, eliciting a squeal.
“I was rather proud of my ‘par for the course’ one,” Jessica retorted. “But ‘this is my driver’. Really?”
John shook his head and pushed back from her to tidy himself up. “Perhaps we need a Mulligan, then.”
Jessica smiled up at him knowingly. “Perhaps we do.”
She looped her arms around John’s neck as he lifted her easily into his arms again. They made their way through the slowing rain back to the clubhouse.
“Just one thing,” John said as they went. “Perhaps leave out the part where you injure yourself next time – you ruined my hole in one.”