A/N Sorry this one has taken so long for me to post. Some real life events happened and I just wanted to say thanks to everyone who sent me a shout out via Twitter, Tumblr or on the POI Forum. Every word meant a lot and was/is much appreciated. This is the last chapter of Remember Me and putting it out is bittersweet. But I'm glad to give Joss and John a happy ending. This AU was fun to write and thanks to Lovemboth for the initial idea she gave for the fic. Thanks for all the reviews and PM's and comments. It's been fun. On to the chapter.

It had been too long.

It had been far too long, Reese thought as Joss climbed atop him on the sofa and he could feel the softness of her body on him again. Her hands moved over his chest as she kissed him tenderly and he started to forget the many nights he'd spent without her. He could feel her breath on his neck, hear her whisper in his ear and he felt himself awakening from what felt like a dead sleep as her lips moved over his.

He'd gone to bed for almost two months haunted by images of Joss playing in his mind. He thought of her hands on him, her lips against his, on his chest, over his body. He'd ached to be back in her arms. The yearning had been worse than anything he'd ever felt.

Now she stood in front of him at the foot of her bed and he looked down at her as she slowly undid the buttons of his shirt. He found himself shaking as her palms moved over him, he was holding his breath.

No one else could touch him like this, no one else could illicit such a response from him.

Only you, Joss, he thought to himself as their tongues met.

Only she could make him feel this way.

Her hands were at the back of his neck, her fingers traced his hairline. Her mouth moved softly over his, then lower to his chest. Softly she trailed kisses over him and he inhaled sharply at the feel of her lips on his skin. So soft, and so sweet, she marked him afresh and anew. She still wanted him. He was still hers.

Her hands fumbled at his waist and she undid his belt first, then his zipper. She removed his underwear and his pants pooled at his feet. He stepped out of them and she pushed him backward against the bed.

She stepped away from him, slowly removing each item of her clothing till she stood naked in front of him. He felt his cock swell at the sight of her, taking in every curve of her body. Her stomach, her shoulders, the womanly shape of her thighs. Her nipples were erect, and he reached for her pulling her onto his lap and took one of them into his mouth. He raised his head to tease the other one, running his tongue over it, but she cupped his face in her hands seeking to claim his mouth once more.

"I dreamed about this." She whispered against his lips and he reached up gripping her by the neck, running his fingers through her hair.

They rolled backwards together on the bed and she lay atop him, kissing him over his face, his neck and he felt drunk with passion for her. She ran her tongue along his stomach and he hissed and quivered underneath her. Lower still she went and she buried her nose briefly in the small patch of curls just above his member, while her hand and fingers played over him.

"Joss….." He whispered, aching for her to take him in her mouth, longing for the most intimate of touches. He put his hand on the side of her face and she stared back at him with hooded eyes while she ran her tongue along the tip. Her eyes never left his as she began to suck on the head, slowly, deliberately slowly as he felt pleasure start to shoot all through his body.

He had missed the warmth of her mouth, her tongue and lips on him and he gasped when she finally took him all in. Her hair fell over his thighs. The touch was soft and as light as the tips of feathers over him and he closed his eyes feeling like he was being carried away on waves of pleasure. She stroked at him with her hands, her fingers. She never let up with her mouth, her tongue seemed tireless, she even kissed at his thighs.

He was tall and strong, big and often fearless, but her touch made him little, weak, wanting and vulnerable. She was in control now, of his body, his pleasure. His response was hers to command. And respond he did with groans, moans and her name muttered over and over.

He fisted his hands in her hair while his hips rocked desperately from side to side, and it wasn't long before he came. His orgasm was hard, and he was gasping, holding onto her shoulders and her name crossed his lips repeatedly. Almost like a chant, almost like a song.

She moved up higher, her arms around him and he pulled her down to kiss her hard. His hands were on her butt and he ground her against him. He wanted her to know the effect she had on him as his cock sprang to life once more. He wanted to be inside her. He wanted to feel the softness of hers again.

She straddled his thighs and he sat up in the bed holding her close, feasting on the skin of her neck.

"Joss…..Joss….."

He could feel how wet she was against his cock and he lifted her a little and brought her back down, letting her slide onto his length. He felt her clench around him and her head fell backwards. She moved slowly atop him at first, her breath was short, her moans deep and he felt her nails digging into his back.

She pushed him back onto the bed and squatted over him pressing her fists into his chest.

"Oh, John yes….you feel so good…." She managed to say. He held onto her hips and thrust upwards. She seemed tighter than before, her grip on him was snug and he was in ecstasy at the feel of her.

She ground into him harder, her screams louder now.

"Oh John! Yesssssss…ooooh baby…."

Her nails dug in deeper into his shoulder and her movements on him were urgent, rapid and intense. With a scream, she came, gritting her teeth and her eyes were shut tight. Mewling sounds escaped her throat as he pulled her towards his chest and pushed up a little deeper until he too found release and emptied himself inside her.

He held onto her, running his hands over her back, their breath coming quickly together. He lay there as she planted kisses all over him. He felt incredibly desired and needed. This was what he wanted after being coldly rejected and being denied the satisfaction of just touching her and being near her. He wanted so desperately to hold her and for her to allow him to hold her.

She cradled his head in her arms and he felt content, he felt at peace. He felt the connection they once had, return. She wasn't repulsed by his touch, but she craved it once more. It filled him with an indescribable amount of joy and fulfillment.

"I love you so much." She whispered and he saw that her eyes were filled with tears. They matched the ones in his own as he kissed her softly and she rested her cheek against his. "I love you so much, John."

Joss felt very emotional after their coupling. So emotional she was on the verge of tears. She pressed her face to his, cheek to cheek, hearing him exhale as she inhaled and she didn't want to let him go. It was funny that after pushing him away for almost two months, she didn't want to leave his arms for even a second.

So she held onto him as the tears started to spill over her lashes. He heard her sniff a little and wiped at her tears, kissing her cheeks, kissing her lips and touching her body like only he could. He put her on her back and kissed her down. His mouth touched every inch of her, his tongue hot and wet, ghosted over her nipples, down her stomach, her thighs, even across her fingertips. He was creating small fires all over her and soon her whole body was ablaze with heat.

He bent her knees and spread them apart and feasted between her legs. He kissed at her folds, licking them, sucking at them in his mouth. His tongue moved over her clit in circles of desire, heat and passion. He ran his tongue along the length of her opening and she felt she would drown in the sensations that ripped through her body.

Just as she started to come, he entered her and his thrusts met her orgasm head on. She felt a blinding vibration of ecstasy run through her and her whole body shook. She could barely breathe and grabbed at him as he powered into her over and over again. She could do nothing but moan, nothing but try to hold onto him as he pulled everything out of her, slowly, deeply, powerfully.

He put his finger in her mouth moving it around her tongue and she licked it, sucked it as his hand gripped her breasts. He ran his finger over her bottom lip, then teased her nipple, making the peak harden and swell.

She was coming again and now his thrusts were harder, faster. Her breasts bounced in rhythm with his thrusts and she pushed back against them taking him in further.

"Joss!" He called her name loudly as he started to come, and she felt herself shatter into pieces as he plunged into her finally and she clenched on him as she came again.

He collapsed on top of her, capturing her bottom lip between his teeth.

He slid out of her slowly, and lay down beside her, breathless. His hands didn't leave her body and he held onto her hip possessively, not wanting her to budge. She felt good cradled against his chest.

"Do you think the food is cold?" She asked finally remembering the dinner they'd stopped to get before they got home. He laughed; a throaty grin and she loved the sound.

"Maybe a little. You want to eat? Now?"

She turned in his arms to face him, tracing her fingers over his mouth, his cheekbones and his brow.

"Maybe not just yet. Maybe I want another serving of you first." He smiled at her, and she inhaled quickly as she felt his fingers squeezing her nipple. He pushed her back against the pillows, a little roughly, but she liked it and he kissed her between her breasts. She wanted this moment to go on forever she thought, running her fingers through his hair.

"One more order of me…" He licked her from her navel all the way up her torso. "…coming right up…..Jocelyn Carter."

It was a little past six o'clock when they both emerged from the bedroom and made their way downstairs to the kitchen. Joss sat atop the island with her hair tousled, wearing his shirt and her underwear. The sleeves were rolled up and he stood between her legs wearing only boxer briefs as she fed him shrimp fettuccini straight from the takeout carton. His arms were around her and his hands sat low on her thighs. Her feet were curled around him while they ate and she felt good being in his space again.

She put the container down beside her and put her arms around his neck. She tilted her head up, licking a tiny bit of sauce from his upper lip and smiled.

"Hmm….thank you." He said, kissing her quickly.

"You're welcome." She said. Her eyes lighted on his ruffled hair and she smoothed it down a bit, running her fingers over his cowlick. "Look at this here." She said studying it.

"What?"

"This. This is what you gave my poor child."

"Our child."

"Our child. Does this run in the family? Is it an heirloom or something?" She teased and he smiled.

"You know my great grandfather had one. My father had an old photo of him and it was worse than mine."

"I'd love to see that." She said, running her fingers over it again. It finally bowed down under her persistence. But she knew it wouldn't stay that way for long. It was one of the little details about him she loved. Just like the tiny lines around his eyes, the thickness of his brows and the nose she'd always loved from the beginning. She moved her finger over the tip, tracing the tiny line that ran through it.

"Well your wish can come true. I have some old photographs, things from my parents in a house I own in Upper Marlborough. Haven't been to the place in years, but there are a lot of family things in storage. Things that you and Jourdan should see now. Now that you're family."

She nodded knowing what the word meant to him. In Paris he'd talked about wanting a family. He believed he'd never have one, now everything was coming true for him and she was glad to be a part of it.

"Speaking of family…." She said, hugging him. "It's time you met my mother." She felt him stiffen in her arms and looked up at him. "There's no reason for you to be scared. She's harmless. She's in her sixties. She's the sweetest woman I know. She'll love you."

Joss' suggestion that she meet her mother gave him pause and yes he stiffened a bit. Not because he was afraid as Joss thought, but it reminded him of how Jessica had once kept him hidden from her mother. Like he was a secret she was ashamed of and didn't know how to explain. He'd always been uneasy about it, but he ended up leaving her shortly after so it became an afterthought.

"Are you sure?"

"Of course I am John. You're Jourdan's father and you're a big part of my life now. It's time for you to meet her. And we can finally put an end to all the questions she has about you."

"I wasn't scared before, but I think I am now." He joked. "What kind of questions does she have?"

"Oh the standard ones, what do you do for a living? Where were you while Jourdan's been growing up? What are your intentions concerning me, that sort of thing. Nothing important."

"Intentions?" He asked and she gave a sheepish grin. "Is that her question or yours?"

"Maybe a little of both."

The soft question in her eyes made him realize that she loved him and wanted him more than ever. The trace of doubt let him know she didn't want to lose him again and he wanted his intentions to be as clear as possible. He wanted to erase any uncertainty there still might be from this moment onward.

"I intend to love you until my dying breath. I intend….to never let you go, Joss." He bent his head to kiss her, tasting the sweetness of her lips and pulled her close to his body.

"Can you handle that?" He asked softly.

"It's definitely something I can get used to." She answered.

"And since it looks like I'm going to take that vacation…."

"….long extended vacation."

"Long and…..extended…..hmmm…..kinda reminds me of something." He buried his face in her neck as she started to giggle. "I need to get more of my things and have them sent here."

"As soon as possible please. Thank you very much."

"Would you come with me? Help me pack?"

"Back to New York?"

Her question was quiet and he knew she was thinking of Kara again. She hung her head a little and he could feel she was still a little frightened. He tilted her chin up so he could look in her eyes.

"I'll be there with you, every minute. I'll never leave your side."

She nodded her head and closed her eyes for a second. "Okay. I will."

Joss couldn't remember when she felt this happy before. She hadn't been this way with Paul or the other major relationship before him. But with John, she felt like her heart was safe and she felt a joy to be around him.

They decided he'd stay with them through December and head back to New York and his work with Finch in the New Year. John didn't want to be away from them for very long. He made it clear to her that she and Jourdan were more important than anyone else right now. So they further agreed that within two years if he wasn't seriously injured or heaven forbid killed, he'd stop work permanently and settle down with them for good.

When that happened, he wanted them to move to another house, something bigger that would accommodate all of their collective belongings, more yard space and perhaps an addition to the family. She balked at the idea, citing Jourdan's age, both their jobs and not having the time a baby would require. It's why she was on birth control and had been for a while, she told him. She didn't want to start over at this stage in her life and while he agreed to drop the idea for now, he claimed they'd revisit it later.

She started to tell him he needed to drop the idea forever, but he silenced her with his kisses, first to her lips, her neck and her breasts, then lower to her stomach and between her legs.

She loved how he used his tongue, how he lingered on her.

"That's right, John. Take your time…you can live down there if you want." She could say no more as her head dipped back and she felt his tongue sliding in and out of her. He had her gasping, moaning, pleading for release, then shaking when it finally came.

He lay over her, looking at her and her body tingled as he parted her thighs. She bent her knees and she kissed him hungrily as she felt him slowly guide himself into her. He groaned into her mouth and she put her arms around his neck as he started to pump into her.

He was hard this time, rough and his thrusts were coming fast and deep. Neither of them spoke. There was only an exchange of breaths, soft moans and both of them holding on to each other as best they could till they found release in each other.

She was weak afterwards as she lay atop him and they finally fell asleep around midnight, both of them exhausted, but happy and content.

When John woke up the next morning the room was bright and it looked like Joss had opened the blinds. From the sound of her voice he could tell she was at the edge of the bed and he felt it move every now and again as she shifted. She was on the phone with her mother letting her know she hadn't gone to New York as planned. He pretended he was still asleep as he listened and heard her tell her mother about him, how'd he'd come to Norfolk to see her and that she wanted her mother to meet him. She sounded excited, and her tone was affectionate and loving as she spoke of him. He couldn't help the smile that formed on his lips.

"Hold on mom." He heard her say and the bed dipped right in the back of him. "I know you're not asleep." She whispered in his ear and he could hear the smile in her voice. He got up and pulled her toward his chest as she squealed. "We should be over in the afternoon after you get back from church. Don't tell Jourdan, we want it to be a surprise. Thanks, mom." She ended the call and tossed the cell phone next to her on the bed before turning to him.

"Good morning." She said smiling down at him.

"Good morning, Joss."

He was nervous when they pulled up to Joss' mother's house in Virginia Beach. The neighbourhood was quiet, the yard perfectly manicured and there were some flowerpots on the front porch. The mat under his feet said 'welcome' and there was a wreath on the door decorated in ribbon and pretty bows. The front window was open and he could smell the aroma of food in his nose.

Joss was at his side, holding his hand and she squeezed it.

"It's gonna be fine, she's gonna love you." He smiled back at her. They were dressed similarly in dark jeans and t-shirts and as soon as she rang the doorbell he heard the sound of footsteps running toward them. He knew it was Jourdan, excited, expecting her mother. The door was pulled open roughly and as soon as Jourdan saw him her whole face lit up.

"Daddy!" She screamed and he laughed picking her up. Tears stung his eyes as she clung to him telling him how much she missed him and was happy he was there. She hung onto his neck as he kissed her cheek over and over, feeling like he'd just gotten a piece of himself back that was missing.

"I missed you too honey." He opened his eyes to see Joss' mother standing there watching their reunion. He put Jourdan down and said hello as she introduced them.

"Grandma this is my daddy. His name is John. And daddy this is my grandma. Her name is Evelyn."

"Thank you honey." He said. "It's nice to meet you, Evelyn. Joss has told me a lot about you."

"It's nice to finally meet you too, John." She said and she embraced him warmly. "You're all Jourdan ever talks about these days, especially since they got back from New York."

"Is that so?" He said ruffling Jourdan's hair.

"Daddy, no!" She said, but he pulled her to his side.

"What's for dinner, mom? Something smells good." Asked Joss as she closed the front door.

Joss's mother beckoned them all into the kitchen with her and he followed suit as they all walked together.

"Now, John don't be shy, come on in here with the rest of us. I hope you brought your appetite with you. We do love to eat in this house. Especially this one." She said pointing at Jourdan. "She has a healthy appetite."

"Grandma….."

"Don't I know it." He said. "She usually gets me to cook whatever she wants."

"She got you wrapped around her finger already?" Evelyn shook her head. "It's been like that since she was a baby. Nobody can say no to her." She told him exactly what dishes she'd prepared, which was a lot and he was in awe that she'd done all of it in such a short time. "Now tell me exactly what you want on your plate honey. Don't be shy."

A few hours later they were all stuffed. They'd retired to the den and the TV was on although Jourdan was the only one who glanced at it from time to time. As expected her mother asked John a slew of questions about where he'd been, his job and his life in New York. But he turned on the charm full force on her and after witnessing him interact with both Jourdan and Joss he'd won her over.

She looked at him with a twinkle in her eye now and told him to call her Evie. Joss shook her head and verbally commented on that, but her mother waved her hand and dismissed her remark. Evie was the pet name Joss' dearly departed father used to call her. The only other person who sometimes called her Evie was her mother's sister who lived in Boston. Joss guessed it was safe to assume that she'd fully warmed up to him.

Joss sat close to him on the couch and leaned her head on his shoulder. "Told you." He squeezed her hand and she was glad that her mother finally met him. It wouldn't be long before she loved him just as much as she and Jourdan did.

"Daddy I want Coldstone." Said Jourdan crawling onto his lap and throwing her arms around him. Everyone in the room laughed.

"See what I mean Evie?" John said referring to his comment earlier. "We better go."

They said goodbye to her mother after a while and the hug she gave John was much tighter than the one when they first got there.

They took a short drive to Coldstone so Jourdan could get her ice cream and John ordered them both the flavour he'd bought for her when she first came to his loft in New York. With his arm around her, they walked toward the parking lot and got in the car.

"Daddy we should go to the Oceanfront. What do you think?" Joss was holding her breath waiting for John to give in to yet another of their daughter's demands and she rolled her eyes. When she looked over at John, his gaze was fixed on her.

"No honey, we'll go to the Oceanfront another day. Let's go home."

ONE WEEK LATER

When the wheels of the plane touched down at LaGuardia, John squeezed Joss' hand on the armrest beside him. She remained quiet while they got their luggage and on the ride back to the loft. He slipped the key into the lock and they walked in together, still both silent.

He took their bags into the walk in closet and took his jacket off as she walked around. The look on her face was solemn and pensive and he could guess what she was thinking. She walked over to one of the windows looking out over the city and turned to him as he came to stand beside her.

"It's still the same. I don't know why but I expected it to look different….be different somehow."

He put his arm around her shoulder, pulling her close and she put her arm around his waist. It felt as if things had finally come full circle and they were on their way to a new life together.

"The only thing that's going to be different from now on is us. You've made a big difference in my life, Joss. I'm so glad that…..you found me."

He turned to kiss her softly before locking her in a fierce embrace.

"We found each other John. I love you." She whispered and her arms around him felt like home.

"I love you too."

A/N I may (or may not) write an epilogue to this story. Look out for notifications, just in case.