FIRST OF ALL: English is NOT my first language, so I apologize if you find grammar mistakes. SECOND: This is just an experiment. I like the Johrina ship and I feel there is a lot material that a writer could use to work. THIRD: Yes, this story the story contains a slight smut, and actually my first idea was to do it all raking M, but I think this fandom is not ready for that type of content.
Lovers
Marina watched patiently as John and Lexa designated teams and missions to attend. A group of teenagers stood around them, radiating excitement and anxiety.
A couple of hours ago, "Professor" Nine and the Garde's leader had exposed a hand-to-hand combat, as a training example. That hadn't lasted more than a few minutes, but the result had been more than pleasing to everyone, especially the girls, who whispered and giggled among themselves as they threw flirtatious glances at the sweaty bodies of both men.
From where she was standing, she could easily see some of the girls who had followed John into the meeting room, a place that wasn't usually THAT crowded. Several of those girls have got too close to the blond, almost rubbing their bodies against his, something John didn't seem to care about.
With the passing of the minutes, the group was reduced; and soon, she found herself alone in the place, with a notebook in her hands, where each of the Garde had registered her next destination before leaving.
After making sure that everyone was at the right point -thanks to the macrocosm that Lexa, Malcolm and Sam had developed- she allowed herself to leave the place, and go to one of the hut that work as dressing rooms.
It wasn't that the houses they had built with the help of the villagers didn't have bathrooms and toilet facilities. It was just that Nine, and several more, considered appropriate to set up dressing rooms to facilitate the trainings.
At that point in the evening, most of the Garde had already used and left the place, which made it the perfect time to approach the person who had been occupying her thoughts lately.
She knew the creaking of the door would alert the single occupant to her presence, but she did nothing to avoid the noise. And despite the nervous tingling in her stomach, she kept going deeper into the site.
A few steps later, she found John with his back to her, pulling off his shirt. She couldn't help but let her eyes dart up his spine before he turned to face her.
— Marina— He said by way of greeting, raising an eyebrow.
— Hello— She replied calmly, standing less than half a meter away — Do you have a moment? —
— I do— He mentioned without bothering to cover his torso.
Before continuing, Marina looked down at the ground and bit her lip thoughtfully. Now, how could she put this into words?
The image of John Smith had been running through her mind for the past few days, and not in an exclusively romantic way. Like the rest of the girls who had chased him today, she was quite aware of his attractive appearance, even in a more intimate way than anyone else.
She didn't consider herself a puritan, neither shameless one; she knew that her need was something that all people came to feel at some point in their life, so there should be no reason to be ashamed... Or so she repeated to herself, as she stood silently in front of him.
They had both been each other's first experience, shortly after he had brought her here. Their moments together since then and until their breakup had not been counted, not scarce either, but time had passed with a diplomatic distance between them, something that neither of them had sought to resolve.
Slowly, she raised her gaze to meet his eyes. He was watching her expectantly and intently, and she wondered if he was reading her thoughts. That was quite likely. After all, she knew him well enough to know that he wouldn't just stand by and wait for her to speak.
After letting out a heavy sigh, she mentioned:
— There is something I want to do and there is something I must ask you—
— Go ahead— He replied with a gleam in his eyes that made the tingling in her stomach intensify.
— Have you… Have you been with anyone else since us?— Though her voice showed no insecurity, she couldn't help the pause in her question. If he noticed, he didn't care, because letting out a sigh as well, he answered her.
— No— She watched him take two careful steps towards her, not quite closing the distance between them — I guess now comes the part about doing what you wanted— He said showing her a small, kind smile. Marina bit her lip a little nervously.
— Maybe I lack the courage for that— She said, without taking her eyes off him.
— Maybe I can help you with that— He whispered before cupping her face and join their lips.
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John knew that the dressing room was, definitely, the least suitable place for an affair. But that might not be relevant when Marina's hands walked up and down his torso and their hips rubbed together.
He had missed the contact, he had missed her; but he hadn't wanted to press her with his closeness during the months they had been apart from each other. Of course, that hadn't stopped him from occasionally sneaking into her thoughts, just to see how she was doing.
During his meddling he never saw any indication that she yearned for him, in THAT way. Of course he couldn't say the same for him, when he knew how often he spent time recreating the feeling of her touch against his skin or the scent of her hair as she lay on him.
So, when Marina came to see him, hinting with her words and thoughts what she was looking for, John didn't think twice about taking her proposal.
Once again, he didn't know what this meant and he didn't think she did either. After all, right now she was too focused on controlling her sounds as she clutched at his waist.
John pressed their foreheads together, allowing her to rest her head against his. As she kept her eyes closed and her lips slightly parted, he couldn't help but think how beautiful she looked.
He loved being in charge, he loved the way she always relinquished the control to him, so she could only focus on feeling him. Although Marina didn't seem to care about taking the reins, that didn't mean she lacked initiative.
It was the trust she placed in him that made him feel so valuable, a feeling he doubted he would find with another person under the same circumstances.
When she dropped her head on his shoulder and hugged him even tighter, he stopped thinking any more. With one hand on her waist and the other on her head, he returned her the hug, while he brought his lips to her ear and whispered encouraging words.
The ending was devastating, as usual. Her breaths seemed to sync up before slowly calming down. Suddenly, a series of thoughts overwhelmed his head, filled with doubts and slight remorse. He knew that those ideas were not his, so before Marina left him in a hurry, he took her face in his hands and placed a sweet kiss on her forehead.
— I think a shower would be nice now— He said, capturing her attention.
-.-.-.-.-.-
Marina let John's fingers tighten around hers, as he held her. They were both under the shower, with their bodies pressed against each other, once again allowing the desire to invade them.
She couldn't focus on anything but the sweet sensation of him holding her, as she rested her hands and cheek against the wall surrounding the shower.
She could feel how close they were and how her energy was starting to leave her. She didn't have the clarity to think about how she would go home later, but that didn't stop her from wishing that he would take to her to his own home.
Maybe, he had read that last thought, because she felt him press closer to her and place soft kisses on her neck, to then whisper:
— Don't worry, I've got you—
Before letting go of resistance, and allowing them to reach for what they looking for, she remembered how warm it had always felt to hold to each other while they sleep.
