I came across a place in the middle of nowhere

(A/N: I know that this will seem slightly out of character on Jon's behalf for a bit. Really, I just had this mental image that I want to get out, and all is explained at the end, so just bear with me!)

She had a day all alone, and she was taking full advantage. Melanie and Phoebe Hearst had descended on Madeline, and demanded that they take their six-month-old niece and nephew for the day, loving spoiling the twins as much as they enjoyed spoiling Christopher. With that news, Maddie had planned on spending the day with Jonathan, since they didn't get much alone time, and she'd been quite excited. However, when Reid called Jon up, and asked if he wanted to go to a Sci-fi convention with him, Maddie had been thrilled. She'd been working with the younger teacher on his people skills, and the invitation was one that she had told Jonathan he couldn't pass up. A day alone wasn't quite as nice as one spent with Jon, but it still didn't happen very often.

She'd put in her favorite CD, and rolled out of bed, pulled on shorts and tank-top, and begun to clean house, something that soothed her, but she wasn't able to do very often. Singing loudly to KT Tunstall, and spinning around her house barefoot, Madeline began to put things in their proper places. Picking up a cushion, she spied Jon's old worn hoodie, and rather than put it away, she put it on, grinning as it dwarfed her little shorts- Jon was far taller than she, after all. A small laugh escaped her, when her favorite song began to play, and she shook her hips, dancing to the distinct song. Fetching a rag to dust with, Madeline pranced about, dusting. A quick glance at the table revealed that Mel had left her cowboy hat, and Madeline plopped it on her head, dancing around some more. She was really enjoying her time alone, and she danced her way over to the freezer, retrieving a popsicle, eating it as she continued to dance around. Finally tiring, and having a melting popsicle to finish eating, she berched on a stool, and bit the rest of the popsicle off of the stick.

And then she looked up and noticed Jonathan leaning in the doorway, watching her with a bemused smile on his lips, and something more stirring in his eyes. Madeline didn't know what to say, and so she sat there, popsicle stick in hand with the cowboy hat on her head, in her boyfriend's old gray sweatshirt. For once in her life, she was speechless. Apparently, Jonathan didn't, and his lips parted to say something. Madeline wasn't listening, for some reason transfixed instead by the shape and colour of his lips, and the way that she knew they would feel against her own.
"Hmmm?"
"I said, isn't that my hoodie?" She had the good grace to blush, though she only snuggled further into the sweatshirt, watching Jonathan with chagrined eyes.
"It's warm, and comfy." She smiled. "And it smells like you."

Something about what she said made Jonathan change, his eyes changing so abruptly in intensity that she didn't think she'd be able to breathe. Slowly he moved towards her, stopping only when he stood dead in front of her. Madeline just watched him as he took the stick from her fingers, and dropped it to the counter behind her, and watched as he tipped her hat back on her head. His fingers were warm, as he braced them on her knees, leaning in to kiss her. Madeline was surprised at the initiative that Jon was taking, and she would have commented, but at that moment- almost as if he had read her mind, he deepened the kiss, sliding his hand ever-so slowly up her leg beneath the edge of the sweatshirt. Madeline managed to pull away.
"Jon?"

Jonathan placed another gentle kiss to her lips, and proceeded to kiss her senseless. She was fairly certain what had happened now, as Jenny had informed her that Theodore Morhan had been reading a book on nature's aphrodesiacs in the library last week, but as Jon cleared the counter, and lifted her to it, Madeline didn't care. Well, she knew that she would when Jon could return to his senses, and be embarrassed by the whole thing, but perhaps she could convince him that it was okay, and that she liked it. But then Jonathan removed the hoodie, and Madeline distanced herself from any logical thought.