'I must be the luckiest girl, alive or dead' I thought to myself, staring up into the handsome, rough face of Johnny Desperado. Half of his face was in shadow, but the other side, the side facing me, was bathed in bright, golden lamplight. I enjoyed the feeling of his arm around me and the silky sheets beneath my body; his features were calm, relaxed and utterly, absolutely, completely perfect. My eyes roamed down to his lips, and I imagined how it would feel to have them pressed against my own. I smiled as he gazed at me, probably sharing my thoughts. I smirked and moved upward in the bed, toward his face and those intriguing lips of the vampire. Just as I was about half a foot away from kissing him, he grabbed me and pulled me the rest of the way to him. Our mouths locked together and my eyes closed in pleasure. He was everything I imagined him to be, and so much more; it was like I was in heaven, but a dim, midnight heaven with only us, alone and enjoying the company of each other, in it.
"I love you, Marion," he breathed into my mouth once we broke apart. "So, so much..." I felt a thrill run through my body at these words, and a warm, happy blush creep up my cheeks. I couldn't keep a smile from tickling my lips, which he once again kissed, lightly this time. My blue eyes met his chocolate colored ones, and, when the kiss grew stronger, and I was on top of him, my sand-colored hair fell around his face in a curtain, blocking us from the rest of the world.
Somehow, my mind was screaming through my pleasure, Oh, god, yes...He is wonderful...Perfect... The last word trailed its way to my mouth, and it escaped in an almost silent whisper. "Perfect..." And, although I was flooded with joy, I also thought angrily of Grace, of the girl who had left him alone before he came into my life. I realized that she didn't deserve him anyway, that he was too perfect to go to just anyone. I whispered this to Johnny, and a small smile danced across his lips.
"But you are..." he proclaimed quietly. "Most deserving, little lady." And with that he pulled me in for a dizzying kiss that made me glad I wasn't standing; his hand traveled up into my hair and he held me to him. His wonderful spicy, sandy scent washed over me, intoxicatingly breath-taking, and I closed my eyes, enjoying all of it. I smiled inwardly, thinking that the Tempest girl would never deserve him, that nobody could ever compare to him, that I was extremely glad that I had him.
Alright, that was my first Johnny/Marion fic...hope you liked it! BTW, Marion is a human girl who Johnny met in England, so she will have a bit of an accent. This is set after Immortal War, after Grace is married to Lorcan. Please R&R if you liked Marion, or if you're absolutely in love with Johnny (like me)!