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Chapter 5:

Troublemaker Heartbreaker


Margot was indifferent, as in, her intuition had been clouded physically and mentally on account of her surroundings and given situation. She assessed Lennon's traits, separating his fame from his being. Her vision was too often compromised due to the smoke, and overall atmosphere of the club-mentally, she couldn't distinguish magic from a rabbit in the hat. Unlike other men, she resonated quite well with how he saw the world, and she only desired those who could be a partner in crime, a rival, a sparring partner.

"What does the winner get? A kiss on the cheek? A town sheriff sticker badge?" She asked.

"A hell of a good time with me, sweetheart," Lennon replied.

"'Good time', haha, good one. Why do you say it like you've already won?" Margot shifted her position on the couch, and John wrapped his arm around her.

"Might as well give up now, Ms. Magnificent. You'll be on your knees, beggin' for me by the end of it," Lennon took a drag of her cigarette.

"Giving up and I don't get along," she said as she snatched it back. "Very much like you and common sense. Anyway, it's too easy to not give up."

Introspecting on her previous relationships, she hadn't ever given in truly loving someone fully, and truly believed that people like her weren't made for love, only short lived moments and spontaneous bouts of distraction; people like her weren't supposed to stay.

"What makes you think that? I'm handsome-" John started off.

"Eh-" Margot said, but was then cut off.

"Smart-" he continued.

"Smartass-" she added on.

"Witty-"

"Obnoxious-"

"Confident-"

"Conceited-"

"Talented-"

"Lucky-"

"Charismatic-"

"Quite repelling, actually," she blew a ring of smoke into his face, and he coughed.

He stared at her, and he couldn't tell if he was staring at the lady or the tiger. Her eyes held nothing but opaque clairvoyance, easily manipulating the ability to induce him into following her every endeavor. Every word rivaled his own and yet, he had never been more attracted, orbiting her as though the Moon taught him to gravitate towards things he could not be without.

"You're quite magnetic, I'm surprised you and I haven't clashed and knocked a few teeth out yet," He placed his hand on her stocking-covered thigh.

"I've been told I can throw a good punch, you know," she laughed and leaned in closer to him. "Don't be surprised any day now." She plucked John's hand off of her thigh and stood up.

"That'll be easy," he said sarcastically. "It's not like anything you do is unpredictable or anything…"

"If you need me, I'll be getting another drink," she said before sauntering off. She stuck her tongue out at him.

Not wanting to be particularly left out, or alone, John stood up and followed suit, snaking an arm around her waist. In addition to feeling left out, the underlying thought of losing her again protruded in his mind, as she was untouchable and restless, never exhausting her destinations. He found himself countlessly being surprised at her actions, whether she was being affectionate or completely despondent; this time, he beamed at her silent permission of his hand on her small waist, which to him, was akin to breaking another barrier. Over her shoulder, he ordered another drink as well, the alcohol leaving a trail of sparks in comparison to the wildfire Margot had left inside his left ventricle.

Rather than returning to their couch, Margot slipped her hand into his and led him to the crowded dancefloor, allowing the music to possess her. There she was, the girl on fire, pausing time with a simple twirl; John fixated his eyes on her and downed whatever was left in his glass before entering her space and dancing with her. It wasn't frequent for someone like him to dance. Usually, he would be too busy doing other things than to truly stop and listen to the music. Being with her was like being in slow motion and for the first time, in a long time, he stopped to enjoy the audible art. She allowed the music to fill her empty veins and she had left the tiled area singed with her electric glory. Each of her movements, sensual and eccentric, taunted and teased the famous rockstar, prompting him to storm over and kiss her passionately on the lips, and he couldn't tell what burned more- his throat, or his lips, for she had never been more incendiary.

"I can't fuckin' take this anymore. Let's go upstairs," John said into her ear, brushing her hair back. At this point, Margot had just enough alcohol to loosen her up, but not completely overcome her.

"You'll have to catch me first then," she winked at him and began to bolt to the door, eloquently sliding through numerous clubbers. John shook his head at her and laughed and began to chase her, apologizing for bumping into the same people. Once having exited the club, he stood on his toes and searched for Margot, laughing once he found her running down the tropical streets. He exerted his energy and ran until he finally caught up to her, grabbing her wrist and carrying her on his shoulder.

"I've got you, sweetheart." he growled, out of breath, as he headed for the hotel. "Can't escape me now."

"Jesus, John! Put me down!" she exclaimed between laughs, out of breath as well. She pounded her fists against his back and slowly began to give up from laughing too hard. Once they reached the lobby of the hotel, he placed her down on the ground.

"The whole fucking street probably saw my knickers!" Margot pulled her dress down and hit Lennon's arm.

"Ow!" he exclaimed. "You're gonna pay for that, honey."

"Oh shut up," she pushed him out of the way and raced for the elevator, jamming on the up arrow. She hadn't even realized that the hotel John brought her to was the same one she was staying in. He shoved her out of the way and jammed on the button as well, and this continued until it finally arrived.

"Move!" she yelled, shoving him once again. She made it first into the elevator and tried to close it before he got in, but he was too close and made it in time. He turned around and put his hands on her waist again before kissing her once again, even feeling her bite his lip a few times. Again, the lift doors opened and its welcoming ding of arrival set Margot off in opponent mode once more, pushing him off of her and running off.

"My suite's over here, woman," John called out to her, and she turned around, somehow still managing to make it over there before he did. He unlocked the door and she bolted in, and hid. He searched for her, jumping every so often. Then, he heard a giggle and a door close.

"Little pig, little pig, let me in," he gruffed as he walked over.

"Not by the hairs of my chinny chin chin!" Margot replied in a high pitch voice.

"Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house down!" he yelled out, knocking on the door. Suddenly, she opened the door a tad, only to flip him the bird.

"You're a wanker," she said, and began to close the door. However, John's foot blocked it from moving, and he got a hold of her. She slid out of his grip and ran across the master bedroom, where they stood at opposite ends of the bed, out of breath. She chucked a pillow at his head and screamed when he pounced for her, prompting her to roll over the bed and onto the other side. She never seemed to stop running, and Lennon was always close on her tail, until he pinned her to the bed, declaring himself as the winner.

"And you're mine now, Ms. Magnificent," John nipped at her neck playfully. "Or should I say, Mrs. Wanker?"

Margot exhaled a sigh of defeat. "Actually, that's Ms. Not-Yours to you, mister," she lifted her head up to kiss him.

"Your actions speak louder than words, luv," he chuckled before suckling on her neck and leaving a purple mark. He glanced at the clock on the wall, and it read 2:10, its arms ticking away in a never ending cycle. He looked over at the large, wide window, where the moon and sparse city lights shimmered through and washed over Margot's olive skin. Often times, at 2:10AM John would have been in bed, sleeping with Cynthia, and though a rather simplistic procedure, he had preferred this rendition of the night more than any other, with his guilt a past memory.

He feverishly kissed Margot on the lips once again, squeezing her pinned wrists; his long legs restricted the bottom half of her body from moving, as his legs were straddled over hers. She was stunned by the force of the kiss that emanated from the mischievous and experienced lips from the man who was possibly blessed by Apollo himself. Gaining power, she freed her wrists from John's fists and began unbuttoning his shirt, exposing his sunless skin.

Three layers in between them.

He reciprocated, tugging the grey and black lace body off of her figure and thus exposing her black lingerie- he could have sworn that she glowed. She forced himself off of her body and flipped them over so that she was on top, and began yanking at his jeans. Never once had she ever felt so frenetic and in need in and from a man, not until the moment the "Do Not Disturb" sign swung from the doorknob of Suite 101.

Two layers.

Though a rather brash man, Lennon knew manners. He took off his boxers and did the favor of unclasping her bra, which he then flung across the room. The flying object knocked over a piece of furniture, causing the couple to laugh at their own impatience. Flipping them over once again, John gained dominance, sliding down her lace knickers.

Zero layers.

"You're such a damn tease," John growled as he slapped her ass, and pulled on her hair. He grabbed his tie from the side of the bed and used it as a makeshift blindfold, beginning their night dangerously.

Around 4AM, Margot was finally asleep in his arms, leaving a half awake John enamored with her beauty. This would be the first time seeing her rest, not awkwardly on an airplane, but peacefully sleeping, on his chest and in his arms, where he knew she belonged. He kissed her on the forehead, and fell into a deep slumber.

The galaxy's only star rose early and left a hazy glow on the sleeping couple. Margot was the first one to wake up, feeling sore from the night's events. She looked down and found her skin bruised with red and purple lightning kisses. There were feathers sprinkled everywhere in the room. There must have been a pillow fight, she thought. She quickly dressed herself and rolled her eyes whenever John snored too loudly.

This time, she didn't leave a note, walking out and leaving the sign to swing once again on Suite 101.