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Chapter Seventeen

POV Baby

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"Baby," Is the first word that came out of Johnny's mouth the minute he saw me standing there outside his door. "It's late. What are you-"

"I need a favor," I cut him off, brushing past Johnny and further into his room. Johnny, too shocked to have stopped me, turned around to face me, looking solemn, handsome, and yet very confused at the same time.

Johnny's eyes fell to the floor, and he pushed up the sleeves of his crisp white dress shirt to his elbows. None of the buttons were done, the shirt just fluttered in the breeze, revealing toned muscles across Johnny's chest and abdomen. He shoved his hands in his pocket, carefully contemplating his next words. Then, all at once, he looked up at me, eyes willing. "What do you need me to do?"

"I want you to make love to me,"

Johnny froze, like a statue. I could see, he understood what I was asking, but at the same time as wanting to believe I was asking, he couldn't. "No," Johnny answered me. I blinked, shocked by it. He liked me, that much I knew, so what could be amiss? "I can't, Baby, even if I wanted to. I would lose my job,"

"You're such a bad liar," I shook my head. "Don't say you don't want it, because I know you do. We both want it," I stated firmly. Johnny still wouldn't look me in the eyes. "I want this to happen, and I want you to be the one to do it,"

"Why me?" Johnny questioned cynically, "Bossman wasn't available, or something?"

"I don't want Neil," I responded softly, stepping closer to him, laying a hand on his shoulder. "I never asked for him, Johnny. I want you. Every part of you. I came here for you. You are never going to be my second choice,"

"Baby, no. I'm not going to sleep with you just because you think you want it," Johnny shook his head. Johnny took my shoulders in his hands, softly caressing the skin with his thumb. His blue eyes bore straight into mine, searching for some inkling that I wasn't sure about this, even though he would find none. "You don't know what you're asking me to do," He breathed.

"I am asking you to forget about the rules for one night," I whispered, pressing closer to him. "And to do what we have both wanted to do for a while. Nobody knows I'm with you, so that means that unless we decide otherwise, what happens here tonight never has to leave this room." I swallowed, almost afraid to say my next words, but I keep going, "Johnny, I want my first time to be with you. With someone I actually care about, who actually cares about me. I want a good memory. So, yes, I know what I'm asking, when I say I want you to make love to me. I'm asking you to enjoy it. I'm asking you to make this a good memory for both of us."

Johnny stood still for a moment, a perfect sculpture in the middle of his room, one whose magnificence rivaled that of Michelangelo's David. I would have given anything to know what Johnny was thinking then. His hands slid down my arms to my hands, our fingers entertaining between us. The Dance Instructor stepped closer, expression until unreadable, yet in his eyes, I saw so much vulnerability. He guided my hand to rest on his chest, my fingers overlapping on the fabric of his shirt and Johnny's smooth, unmarred skin. Slowly, in one deciding action, Johnny leaned down, and pressed his lips to mine.

I breathed in deeply, wanting to savor the kiss. Johnny's strong arms circled my waist, pulling me to him, our bodies pressing against each other in the night. Involuntarily, my arms wrap themselves around his neck, my hands feeling his broad shoulders and hard muscles. Johnny kissed me deeper, tongue in my mouth, hands clutching at my back.

His lips move, and now trail kisses along my jaw, and neck. A breath hitched in my lungs, shocked at how wonderful this felt. My spine bent backward as he moved firther down, the base of my throat, my collarbones, the very beginnings of my breasts. I pushed Johnny's shirt from his shoulders. Johnny lifted his head, and kissed me again, holding me tight.

These were not the kisses of an infatuation, they were the kisses of a man enamored. And I was returning them. Johnny held me like there was no tomorrow, so I wondered how deep his feelings for me ran. I still wondered how deep mine ran.

Johnny's palms ran over my butt, the backs of my thighs, and he kissed me again, softer this time. He lifted me off the ground, my legs latching themselves together around his hips. Gleefully, we spun around together. Johnny laughed, grinning with joy, and so I laugh with him, seeing the world in his eyes.

His breath tickled my face as he set me down. My fingers trace up his back, sensing every line of muscle, every inch of skin. It was all mine to treasure. His lips trailed sweet kisses along my neck, I inhaled at the shocking pleasure of the sensation. Johnny's lips brushed over mine, a ghost of a kiss, and then a more certain one.

When the kiss breaks, we still cannot help but beam at one another. This moment is secret, and sinful, and so, so, wonderful, because it was only ours. Sometimes I still couldn't fathom how much I cared for this one person. Given enough time, I could love Johnny. I cared enough to give myself to him. Or was it the other way around?

No, my heart whispered, You're giving yourselves to each other,

Johnny palms sat on my hips, and mine slipped over the tops of his shoulders, down his chest, the tight muscles of his abdomen, to clutch at the hem of his pants. He kissed me again, just as I begin to undo the belt. Then came the buttons, and the zipper...

Johnny pulled my shirt over my head, ready to move this along. One big hand trailed over the sensitive skin of my side, the other sliding over my butt. But he moved his hands, clutching at my face with an insatiable need, and kissed me like it was the end of the world. This was an end all, no tomorrow sort of kiss. The kind worth dying for.

Johnny kissed my jaw, gently suckling the skin of my throat, as though trying to drink me in. It made me gasp. His lips met mine again, arms tightening around my waist. Mine latch around his neck, and with no further ado, Johnny lifted me from the floor, and walked over to his bed. Unceremoniously, He set me down on the mattress, and I was pushed back onto it, Johnny on top of me, as we continued to kiss one another.

As the night went on, Johnny and I only became more lost in each other. I couldn't help but care this deeply for him. Every moment, touch, and look had been noticed and treasured that evening. I never wanted to leave his arms. Johnny was mine, and I was his, and we-

I jerked myself awake from my dream. I'd been dreaming about him again, I note. It was faintly light outside, I see, and a glance at my watch reveals that it was 4:30 in the morning. Lisa still slept soundly across from me. With a huff, I roll over onto my back.

That was the second sex dream about Johnny that I'd had. The first had been in a catnap the day of the masquerade, and while it hadn't exactly progressed far enough to get to sex, that had so obviously been where it was going.

Tonight was the night of the Sheldrake. After tonight, there would be no reason for Johnny and I to see each other, unless we talked. I knew he liked me, and I liked him to, so now it was very clear. Tonight, I would have to tell Johnny how I felt. I would have to ask him to choose: be with me, or stay safe in his job.

So, I had Johnny dreaming, and then I thought, 'Hey, now it's Baby's turn,' I hope you liked it. I had a lot of fun writing this, and truthfully, was a bit conflicted about posting this, but I decided to go for it. Let me know what you guys think!