Jeremy Piznarski sat at the concrete desk in his temporary cell––his death cell––staring at the picture of a beautiful blonde woman, an open Bible in front of him and his tray of half-finished last meal on his right. He heard a quick sharp buzz like a mechanical gate for a gated community being opened. He heard a gruff-voiced guard announce in incorrect grammar, "Your ten minutes is up."
Without looking up, Jeremy stood, picture still in hand, and kissed it. Then he put it in the breast pocket of his orange prison jumpsuit. With the guards came the warden, the tie-down team, and the prison chaplain, his very own godfather, Father Maximilian Beaumont. He took a deep breath once, exhaled, held his chin up and his forehead high, and walked proudly out of his cell. He was promptly handcuffed, hand and foot, and led down the long corridor to the death chamber, where his final bed awaited him. Once in the chamber, he was uncuffed, ordered to lie down, and tied down to the gurney. Both his arms were swabbed with alcohol-dipped cotton in case they couldn't find a vein on one. The needle entered his left arm and he flinched. He still wasn't used to needles––from his childhood to now. How ironic that his own death would involve a needle. Before the executioner administered the sodium thiopental, however, the warden was kind enough to ask him if he had any last words.
Jeremy stared at the big mirror in front of him––which was really a window––and said, "Dr. Thomas, Mrs. Thomas, fellow Americans… I hope you will find in your hearts the strength to forgive me of the crime which you accuse me of. Today, you witness an American, being killed by his fellow American." He nodded and laid his head back down on the pillow. The warden took his glasses off to secretly signal the executioner and the first drug started flowing. As Jeremy watched it flow down the thin tube, he began to panic, thrashing, trying to break free of his bonds. He screamed a soundless scream. And then he heard a voice from Heaven––the beautiful voice of an angel, "Babe? Babe? Babe, wake up! Babe!"
Jeremy woke up with a scream, drenched in sweat and shaking terribly. He turned to see a worried Nikki beside him, rubbing his back soothingly. It was that nightmare again. Again. That very same nightmare he's had since the 5th grade.
"It's this case, isn't it?" Nikki asked, running her fingers through Jeremy's matted hair and kissing his throbbing temple.
"No," Jeremy said with a sigh. "It's… It's nothing. It was something else."
"There's a lot of something behind that nothing," Nikki observed.
"Nik, you're a cardiologist, not a psychologist," Jeremy reminded her.
"I'm not trying to be a psychologist or a therapist," Nikki protested. "I'm trying to be a wife! Don't be too defensive, Mr. Objection-Your-Honor."
"Alright," Jeremy said, lying back down and turning on his side to face her. "Remember in the 5th grade? That one incident?"
"When you kissed me," Nikki recalled, smiling.
"I don't recall you smiling about it back then," Jeremy said with a smirk, noticing that beautiful elven smile.
"I was shocked! I didn't have time to process it," Nikki said. "But it makes me smile now."
"Well, anyway, your mother threatened to sue me for sexual harassment," Jeremy continued. "And in my young, innocent, 10-year-old mind, that was a heinous crime deserving of death. And ever since then, I've been having nightmares of being executed by lethal injection."
"Sssshhh…" Nikki said, kissing Jeremy softly on the lips. "Hush… Mom was just being…Mom."
"I think your parents still hate me for that," Jeremy said. "I mean, not so much Dr. Thomas, but… I'm pretty sure your mother hates me more than your father does."
"Will you stop that?" Nikki said, swatting Jeremy on the arm. "My parents love you like their own. Besides, it would be silly of them to hold a grudge that happened when we were children. Plus, even if they hated you––even if Mom hated you––they wouldn't be able to stop me. I chose you, didn't I? I married you, didn't I?"
"Can't argue with that," Jeremy said with a relieved laugh. Then he grunted and sighed, running his hands through his hair.
"What?" Nikki asked.
Jeremy turned over onto his right side to read the clock on their bedside table. The glaring, blinking, red digits said 12:05 AM. Great! A measly two hours from when they went to bed.
"It's 12:05 and I can't sleep anymore," Jeremy answered, swinging his leg over the bed. "Might as well prepare for tomorrow's hearing, read and reread my closing arguments, then revise if necess––"
Suddenly, Nikki pulled Jeremy back into bed by the collar of his undershirt, ripping it.
"Oops," Nikki said with a sheepish giggle.
"Hey, what gives?" Jeremy asked in a mix of surprise and irritation.
"I can't sleep, you can't sleep, so…" A mischievous grin formed on Nikki's lips. "I guess there's only one thing left to do."
With that, Nikki grabbed the hem of Jeremy's shirt and pulled it upwards, then tossed it somewhere in the room––she didn't really care where. She'll just have to pick that up tomorrow. The next thing she got rid of was her tank top. She gasped at the cold fall air that greeted her exposed skin.
"Nik, what––" Jeremy protested. But before he could protest anymore, Nikki straddled him and kissed him with a passionate, feverish kiss that took his breath away. Jeremy's member stirred to life. Nikki licked his bottom lip as permission, and when Jeremy granted it by opening his mouth, she thrust her tongue in, battling Jeremy's for dominance. Their tongues tangoed fervently, eliciting a moan from both of them. Jeremy ran his hands up Nikki's sides, then across and up her stomach, going higher until they reached her breasts. He squeezed and Nikki cried out in surprise.
"Jeremy!" Nikki gasped.
"Sssshhh," Jeremy said, pulling Nikki down and kissing her hard on the mouth. "You'll wake the whole block."
"Then… Let them… Wake up," Nikki said, trailing wet kisses from Jeremy's jawline, down his neck, his chest, past his chest to his stomach… She hooked her fingers on the waistband of Jeremy's briefs and pulled them down, tossing them away. She kissed and licked the head of his manhood, then his length, then slowly, teasingly swallowed him whole, working him with her tongue and mouth.
"Oh, God, Nikki!" Jeremy cried breathlessly. "Nik, I need you…"
Nikki didn't have to be told twice. She released Jeremy's member from her mouth, and positioning herself, slid down his length, making Jeremy cry out all the more. He thrust his hips upward like a bucking stallion, meeting thrust for thrust. He was deep inside Nikki to the hilt. It was supposed to be Nikki making him feel good, but he couldn't help it. He had to give back. He had to make her feel good. He would give anything and everything to make Nikki happy.
"Yes! Jer!" Nikki screamed, as Jeremy hit the right spot again. "Yes!"
Without thinking, as though they had a mind of their own, he slid his hands up Nikki's stomach and reached for her breasts. She was the perfect size. Not too big, not too small. Just right. Her breasts fit right into the palm of Jeremy's hands. That was one of the things he liked about her. He never really was into busty women. He played with them, pinching and twisting Nikki's nipples while she rode him like an expert cowgirl.
"Oh, Jeremy!" Nikki said, pulling Jeremy up and kissing him full on the mouth. Jeremy bit Nikki's lower lip in the heat of passion, drawing a little bit of blood. He licked her wound and found his way into her mouth and their tongues danced as they clung to each other tightly in that position.
When it became too much for both of them to bear, when it became too hard to breathe, Nikki broke the kiss, throwing her head back. Jeremy immediately seized the opportunity and latched on to her neck, licking, sucking, and nibbling. Nikki adjusted herself to give Jeremy more access to her neck, chest, and breasts––Jeremy's favorites. He kissed and licked them, tracing a wet from the valley of her breasts and back up to her neck. Nikki's breath became more ragged and so did Jeremy's, and their cries of love and ecstasy became a garbled, incoherent language of lovers. Jeremy was near the edge. He felt as though he could touch eternity. And if eternity meant being with Nikki, he was more than fine with that.
"Nik!" he screamed. "I'm… I'm c––oh!"
"Jeremy!" Nikki screamed.
When they could no longer resist, they gave in to the need and released at the same time, riding out the waves of their orgasm. They fell back down on the bed, panting and sated, their skins coated in post-coital sweat, trying their best to catch their breaths. They lay like that for some time, Jeremy still inside Nikki, holding each other in the safe circle of each other's arms.
"That was…" Jeremy said, breathing through his mouth. "That… That was… Oh, wow."
"Speechless, are we, Council?" Nikki teased.
"Since the 5th grade, you're the only one who has been able to render me speechless," Jeremy admitted. "And you're not even a lawyer."
"Feel better?" she asked.
"Much," Jeremy said. "Although… If I do have nightmares again after this, will there be round two?"
"In your dreams," Nikki said with a laugh. "I have a 6AM shift tomorrow, and you––you have to finish prepping for the last day of trial."
"I'm just kidding," Jeremy said. "I certainly won't have anymore nightmares tonight after what we just did. Besides, I have a fair-haired guardian angel to protect me."
"Goodnight, Mr. Piznarski," Nikki said, kissing Jeremy.
"Goodnight, Dr. Piznarski," Jeremy returned.
"Rest up, Council," Nikki added. "You'll need it."
"You too, Doc," Jeremy said with a yawn.
True enough, after that, Jeremy had no more nightmares for the rest of the night. He had a guardian angel protecting him. Nikki was the one angel to scare bad things away.