After an intense night of work, John arrived at home exhausted. As he had said, he won a few new scars, some were still bleeding. He took care of his wounds by himself, took a warm shower and started trying to relax.

As soon as he placed his head on the pillow, although his mind was exploding with so many thoughts and preoccupations, one thing prevailed: that pair of amber eyes, a color that he had never seen before. John then recalled that in about a week he would be seeing that beautiful woman again and automatically felt a pleasant warmness on the bottom of his body. He couldn't help but say "fuck" out loud.

It had been about 3 years now since his wife had passed away and in all this time John couldn't allow himself to get intimately close to anyone, especially after those harsh words said by Viggo when they last confronted each other. John thought Viggo was right, he didn't deserve to get close to anyone, to be loved by anyone. But in fact, in all this time, he hadn't met anyone who could slightly captivate him, so he drowned in his business and decided it was better to let his emotions aside for good... Or until this moment.

John was so physically tired that his body shut down completely, even with all those thoughts rumbling in his mind. After a moment of deep rest, John woke up with the sound of knocks on his front door. He was confused, who could it be at 3am? He got out of bed, wearing just a pair of grey sweatpants, and walked to the door. He was even more surprised when he opened it and saw Alice. She had her red hair down and wavy, a black velvet short dress and black high heels. Her porcelain chest was exposed in an elegant cleavage and those fiery eyes... hot and golden. John could feel them burning through his face.

— Can I stop off in your bed tonight? I can make you smile*, she said in a sweet low voice.

Without waiting for John to answer, Alice got closer to him and softly pressed her lips to his. John didn't even try to resist, he just stepped back, dragging her inside and closing the door behind her. John entwined his strong fingers through her hair, controlling her head so that she could follow his avid kiss, travelling inside her mouth with his tongue.

When John managed to stop kissing her to recover his breath, he looked at her for a while. His eyes were deep and black and his breath was heavy with lust. It was just at this moment that John realized he could only be dreaming. Yet, he wanted to continue.

John ran his free hand down over Alice's body until he reached the edge of her dress and then, touching her bare skin, he started running his hand back up to discover she was not wearing any panties. John growled through his teeth while Alice smirked. He then narrowed his eyes and continued travelling over Alice's thighs, cupped her ass, and then reached her sweet spot, which was velvety, hot and soaked for him. John slipped two fingers inside her, staring deep into her eyes. Alice couldn't help but threw her head back, savoring the sensation. — Alice, open your eyes and look at me, John muttered.

Alice obeyed with her eyes watering with pleasure, and moaned with desire when John slipped his fingers off her and tasted her. She was delicious. John could feel his heart pounding violently inside his chest and couldn't wait any longer. He grabbed Alice's legs, spreading them around him and pressing her against the shut front door so that he could finally dive sweetly but firmly inside of her. Alice arched her body, throwing her head back because John was almost too big for her...

Suddenly, before John could savor a happy ending, the alarm clock woke him up at 6am. He woke up confused, sweating and breathing fast. John pressed his head heavily on the pillow when his mind realized what had happened and one more time he had to say it out loud:

— Fuck.

* Reference to the song "Siren song" by Bat for Lashes.