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Chapter Twenty Nine

POV Baby

For Your Precious Love

I stood at Johnny's door, holding several apprehensions about doing this. I could get caught. And what if Johnny was upset with me for not going right away? I breathed a sigh, hearing the song of choice for the moment, Your Memory. It wasn't as if I could leave him after I'd said I would come. And I did want to be with him tonight. So I knocked.

Johnny opened the door moments later, looking exactly like he had at the Sheldrake last night, well groomed, with that black jacket, white shirt and tie. He was so handsome in that suit. But then, even in disarray he still managed to look gorgeous. Gorgeous was not a word I usually used to describe men, but if the word fit anyone, it fit Johnny.

I take one step in, and my lips find his. Johnny let one palm rest on my shoulder, and the other at the small of my back. "I'm sorry," I tell him, once neither of us can breathe from kissing so long. "I'm sorry." I wished that things didn't have to be like this with us. I wished that we could be together in public, and that people could know. But that was impossible.

Johnny doesn't answer, not with words anyway, merely kisses me again, more insistent than the last kiss. It tells me on no uncertain terms, that what had happened was already forgiven, and it didn't matter anymore. He'd made it plenty clear that it wouldn't factor into what was going to happen in here. I felt a strange hunger in the pit of my stomach, pushing me to be more bold in my advances. I had a feeling that my second time was going to be very different from my first.

My fingers lace themselves through Johnny's locks. With no warning, Johnny lifted me from the floor and carried me over to his bed. I kiss him deeper when I land on the mattress, hoping he could see how much I wanted this. I urge him down, bodies pressing together, laying over me on the bed.

Johnny pulled away from my kiss, looking down at me with a curious expression as the song changed to For Your Precious Love. He fingered my hair affectionately. My chest heaved from a lack of oxygen. "Are you sure?" Johnny asked me once again. He still worried he was forcing me into this. But I couldn't be more willing.

"Absolutely," I responded with a soft smile.

His blue eyes swept over my face, looking for some sign of hesitation, but there was none. So he asked me another question, preceeced by a nervous swallow, "How far do you want me to go?"

I think for barely a second. He'd showed me a lot in the past week. He had gone out of his way to make sure last night had been pleasurable for me, since it was my first time. Now it was my turn to do that for him. I couldn't go back now, only forward. I didn't want him to limit himself for my sake, so I answer in a firm voice, "As far as you can,"

The response was immediate. Johnny's lips slammed into mine with such force that I thought it would leave a mark. I work his tie until it comes undone, slipping my shoes off. Johnny stopped kissing me only for a moment to take off his jacket. I set to work on his shirt buttons, feeling butterflies in my stomach when I saw the smooth skin and lean muscles of his chest. The shirt felt to the floor unnoticed. Seconds later I hear two thuds, which I could only assume were Johnny's shoes.

At my insistence, our positions shift so I am on top of him. With a small smirk, I stand, and turn my back to him. Slowly, Johnny tugged the zipper down, down, down, and I pull the dress over my head, throwing it to the floor, forgotten. I turn, and lean back onto Johnny, pressing my lips to his hungrily. I clutched desperately at his dark locks. I needed him, needed to have him closer to me, but that wasn't possible. Johnny's hands slide across my back lovingly until they come to my bra clasp, which is undone in barely a second. He tugged the white garment off my chest, and tossed it away

I take a breath between each kiss, to keep from suffocating. My fingers start to work at undoing his belt clasp. Johnny's lips trailed across my breasts, kissing every bit of skin he found. My head tipped back, letting him kiss my collarbone. His fingertips brushed across my ribcage, thumbs caressing the sides of my breasts. I couldn't help but sigh at how wonderful that felt. I unbuttoned his pants, and tugged at the zipper. Johnny trailed butterfly kisses along my jawline as I took his pants off.

He urged my slip off my hips, and it bellowed to the floor, leaving me naked. Johnny kissed me deeply again, pulling me back on top of him, and in moments, I became lost in my own pleasure.

The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes the next morning was Johnny's face, and I couldn't help but smile involuntarily. God, I was so smitten with him. "Morning," I softly greet him. Johnny smiled back, and I pecked his lips.

With a bit of amusement, I study Johnny's hair, running my fingers through it. That was... some very bad bedhead. It was sticking up in the back, as if threatening to tangle, and in the front it was mussed up from when we had sex. "Has anyone ever told you your bedhead is horrible?" I asked dryly.

"I think you'd be the first," Johnny chuckled, hand resting between my shoulder blades. A clap of thunder sounded outside, which was when I realized that it was raining, and not just raining, pouring. It pelted down on the roof in sheets. We were lucky that is wasn't windy, or it might be raining in through the windows of Johnny's cabin

"Your bedhead is horrible," I deadpan.

"Well, so is yours," Johnny argued, tightening his arms around me, bringing us closer.

"My hair is curly," I state in defense. "It always looks like that." I covertly glance at my watch. Soon, my Parents would be getting up, and they would expect me shortly after, though they wouldn't disturb us on account of Lisa. She would be in bed for more than an hour yet, but I couldn't afford to come in when she was only lightly asleep. "I suppose I have to go now," I said with a sigh.

Johnny looked at me, and said, "You could stay here. But that would mean your Parents finding out about us." For a moment, it is almost tempting. It seemed like such a small price to pay for a few more minutes in bed with him. But I couldn't, so, instead, I gave a heavy sigh and rolled out of bed, scavenging for clothes from last night. Johnny followed suit, once it became clear that I couldn't be persuaded.

"I believe these are yours," Johnny said from behind me, holding out my bra and slip.

"Thanks," I said somewhat bashfully. I pull them on one by one, and quickly put my dress on once I find it, but have trouble when I find that I wasn't quite able to get the zipper on my own. "Could you...?" Without a word, Johnny walked over and pulled the zipper up the rest of the way. I guess there wasn't anything keeping me here now, I thought to myself. Might as well go, I decided, heading for the door. I wasn't relishing the thought of having to walk back in this rain.

"Hold on," Johnny stopped me last second. He pulled a navy blue umbrella with a silver handle from where it leant against the wall. "Here," He said as he handed it to me. The metal was cold against my skin.

"Thanks," I said with a smile. I wouldn't have to get very wet now to walk back. And then it occurred to me that I might not have opportunity to give it back to him for a while. "But what I do with it when I get back?"

"Hide it under the bed." Johnny suggested with a shrug, smirking ever so slightly. "This way you have to come back," He grinned.

"Cheat," I laugh. As if I would ever just stop seeing him with no warning. I could never do that to Johnny. Johnny leant down, and gently kissed my lips. I couldn't help but smile even as I walked out the door.