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Chapter V: Teenage Playground

There was a cool breeze in the air, but the buzz of the alcohol and the tingles from Johnny's hand as it held mine, kept me warm.

We had run, like hyperactive children, until he had led us to a playground a few streets away from the bar. We sat on the swings, dragging our feet along the ground as we swung back and forth in small movements. It was too awkward to go any higher while we were holding hands.

From the moment he had first grabbed my hand to lead me away, he had only let go of it once, but he linked his fingers with mine soon after and never let go.

"How did you know this park was here?" I knew the park well, we weren't far from my house and I had taken Sunny to the playground plenty of times.

"I grew up around here; it was kind of nostalgic being at the mall today." He looked at me with a wry smile and my heart sped up as a slight dimple formed.

"So you're a local?" I was a little surprised at this; I had expected him to be from one of the larger cities nearby.

"Yep, I'm an Eagles supporter through and through. You?" He stood and pulled me up with him. We stood toe to toe; I looked up at him and pointed to myself.

"Black and red," I replied with a smirk.

I knew he'd have something to say about that tidbit of information but I was a little surprised when he dropped my hand and took a step away from me. He feigned disgust and I laughed at his display.

"I'm sorry, I don't think we can be friends anymore," he teased.

"So you hold hands with all your friends?" I teased back.

He grabbed my hand again then and, as he stepped forward, he pulled me into him. Our bodies touched and I put my hand on his chest instinctively. His free arm wrapped around my waist, his palm flat against the small of my back.

"Only the special ones," he replied lowly.

He smelled of beer and man, I breathed him in momentarily before I felt his warm lips on mine. It was careful, a test, he was dipping his toes in the water, and still, my heart leaped out of my chest. He lingered long enough for me to store the moment away in my memories as one of the best I'd ever had. When he pulled away, his eyes searched mine, his dimples perfect in my periphery, I worked frantically to bring my mind back to Earth.

"And you kiss all your special friends too?" I asked, still slightly dizzy from the taste of his lips and his proximity.

He breathed out through his nose in a kind of chuckle, his smile became lopsided.

"Only the beautiful ones."

I blushed at his compliment. It wasn't often that I received them from the opposite sex. He noticed my blush and did his eyebrow trick. A silent question.

"Mom of one, who, apart from play dates and signing paperwork, grocery shopping or paying bills, doesn't get out often. I don't receive compliments from chuckling television presenters all that often." I explained.

"You've never been called a MILF?" He smirked at me, making me laugh.

"No. Not to my face at least. Sad isn't it?"

"Very," he mumbled against my lips, before claiming them with his own.

This time I was ready for it and I kissed him in return. My bottom lip was between his, then my top and then my bottom again, before he pulled away.

He had a wide smile on his face and I looked at him curiously. He simply winked at me then grabbed my hand and led me to a patch of grass where he let go. I watched as he leaned down and then lay on the grass. He patted the space beside him, and shot me a dimpled smile. I practically melted into the spot next to him. We looked up at the cloudless sky and stargazed. He grabbed my hand. I felt like I was fifteen again.

"What about you?" I asked.

"Sorry?" He looked sideways at me, confused.

"You must get a lot of mom's chasing after you? Asking for some other type of education than what you give their children." I giggled at my lame joke. He laughed and squeezed my hand.

Looking back at the sky, he replied, "I've been approached a few times at appearances, but funnily enough, when I'm not in my uniform, they leave me alone."

"Must be the shoes," I replied simply.

"I knew it." I saw him shift in my peripheral so I turned my head, we were face to face and his smirk was in full force.

"Hey! I didn't deny it; I told you what those shoes do to me." I pointed at him in exacerbation.

"Yeah, after you called them 'hideous.'" He rolled onto his side, propped himself on his elbow and rested his head in his hand. He gave me a challenging look.

"Well I'm hardly going to declare my love for orange shoes in public, I only did it because you made me," I retorted.

He quirked his eyebrow. "I made you? How did I make you tell me?" He smiled and I begged my heart to not react, just this once. No such luck.

"With them." I pointed at his dimples, but he looked at me confused. "Your dimples … they … do things…" I shut up quick smart when I saw that what I was saying was sinking in and his smile grew wider. I swallowed my groan of embarrassment and closed my eyes momentarily.

When I opened my eyes, he hadn't moved, but somehow his smile was different. It set fire to my insides and this time I let the groan out, closing my eyes again.

"That's mean," I stated.

He laughed then. "What's mean?" he asked innocently.

"You're using my shared information against me!" I opened my eyes and looked at him accusingly.

He put his hands up as in defense. "Alright then, I won't smile, from this moment on. Just for you." He lay on his back again and grabbed my hand, giving it a squeeze.

"Thank you … I think," I replied.

He chuckled. "Oops." He slapped his free hand over his mouth and we both laughed, him with his mouth covered.

"So, a girl from the West side! What was it like growing up there?" he asked, once we'd stopped laughing.

"It was okay. My dad's a police officer, my mom teaches natural therapies. I finished school, and then went to university got a degree that required far too much reading. I bought a house out here, began a job at a publishing house, and then fell pregnant. "

"You?" I asked. "I mean I've only lived here for about five years, but what's it like being a boy of the South?"

"Dad's a doctor, my mom is a stay at home mom and my sister is a high school dropout. I did the high school thing, went to uni to begin a law degree, got bored and tried my hand at drama school; like I said, I flunked that. So being a boy from the South is like having an L taped to your forehead."

"That must really suck," I said flatly.

"It got me here," he stated, and squeezed my hand again.

I was beginning to really like that.

"So, I'm guessing Sunny wasn't planned?" he asked without trepidation, turning the conversation back to me.

"No. Not … no, she wasn't." I didn't know what to say. Where to start?

"So her father, is he still … around?"

Ah, let's start there, shall we?

I laughed at his question and squeezed his hand when I saw him stiffen at my outburst. He relaxed and I shared my story without inhibitions.

"My time with the sperm donor was the worst drunken twenty seconds of my life." I laughed and thankfully he laughed along.

"Oh, that's just sad," he said through his laughter.

"Yeah, it wasn't exactly a work out. But the following nine months, well they made up for that." I sighed at the memory of my pregnancy.

"So he just didn't stick around or…?" he asked hesitantly, seeming like he didn't want to push the issue but was curious none the less.

"I told him a few months later, when I found out. He said he couldn't even remember being with me so he refused to believe it was his. I found out the guy was an addict anyway and not someone one would want around their children, so I left him well alone. My parents were a great help, plus Angela was already six months pregnant at that time, so I had her to share my woes with."

He rolled onto his side again and looked at me with concern. It surprised me and I looked at him curiously.

"You did it all on your own?"

"No, I had my parents and Angela, like I said," I stated again.

"Sorry, I don't mean to be rude, of course you had help, I just mean that, you know, that you've raised her yourself?"

I nodded.

He smiled widely at me and I pointed at him sternly

"You promised!" I exclaimed.

"I can't help it! It's your fault!"

"How is it my fault?" I asked.

"Because you have this look that you've been giving me all night and it makes me smile." He picked at some grass beside him, he seemed fidgety.

"What look is that?" I glared at him.

"That one right there!" he called out through his laughing.

"How is my death glare funny?"

This made him laugh harder, which inadvertently made me glare at him harder. It went in circles until I finally jumped him. I pushed him down onto his back and started trying to shut him up by putting my hand over his mouth. He was thrashing about and my hand slipped, landing beside his face.

My body was now sprawled out on top of his, our faces inches from each other's. The mood changed in an instant. An awkward pause followed. We looked at each other, our short breaths one and the same as we breathed each other in.

Johnny moved underneath me, breaking me from the spell. I went to move off him, when I felt a hand on my back and another one cradle my head, his fingers slipping through my hair. He leaned up at the same moment he gently pushed me down. Our lips met and this time there was no holding back. His tongue slid over my lip and I allowed him entrance. It was soft and sensual … for a while anyway.

I felt like a teenager. I was kissing a guy in the grass of the playground. Not only that, but we had been going for a long time before I pulled back to try and breathe a little. He smiled at me and then, in one swift movement, rolled us over until I lay on my back and he laid half on top of me, half on his side.

"You taste of beer," he growled, before taking my lips again. I giggled like a school girl and he pulled back, looking at me with a quirked eyebrow and his dimples in full force.

"You're impossible!" I groaned, as I closed my eyes again.

When I felt his fingers lightly brush through my hair I opened my eyes. He was right there, face inches from mine.

"I'm hardly going to stop doing something when I know how much it makes you weak at the knees am I?" he asked, smirk in place.

"Don't flatter yourself," I replied.

I reached my hand up and tentatively put my fingers through his hair, the way his were doing to mine. He closed his eyes and moaned. Seeing his reaction to my touch made me ache to have his lips again. I tugged on his hair lightly, encouraging him to kiss me. His eyes flew open and I saw the smile in them, before his lips crashed into mine, hungrily.

We were only moments into the kiss, tongues exploring, breathing in each other's short gasps in between, when he rolled on top of me. He grabbed my bent knee, pulling me closer to him. The friction of our down stairs areas made us both moan out loud.

Johnny rocked into me again and then threw his head back as he groaned out, "Oh my God, Bella!"

I reached up and grabbed onto his hair with both hands, I tugged until he opened his eyes and looked at me. I quirked my eyebrows and smirked at him.

"You called?" I teased.

He laughed a little at this and then kissed me once, before pulling back to look at me again. Then he pushed himself into me harder and rocked back and forth. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I arched my back as the ecstasy of it all pulsed through my veins.

He stopped rocking and I looked up at him with wide eyes.

"God Bella?" he asked, with a smile.

"Yes?" I replied, trying not to laugh.

"Please God Bella; help me get a beautiful woman home? I'd like to make sure she gets there safe. There are all kinds of creepy television presenters out there preying on MILF's and I don't know what I'd do with myself if she were captured by one." He looked at me then, eyes blazing.

"Too late." I was referring to his 'captured' comment and he got the hint instantly.

His lips claimed mine again, only this time it was with pure animalistic passion. We now knew everything there was to know about each other's mouths and we used it to our advantage. His body rocking into mine caused a chorus of moans to echo around us and we were lost in each other for a long time before he finally pulled away, breathing hard into my neck.

"Bella …" I knew what he was asking. I didn't hesitate to answer.

"My house is only a few streets away, think you can make it?" We were ready to roll in the hay. It didn't matter where we were at this point; we wanted to lose ourselves completely.

"If we run," he replied in a gasp.

He stood up in a shot and held his hand out to me. I took it and he pulled me up hard and fast. I flew into his chest; he wrapped an arm around me, kissed my lips quickly and then grabbed my hand and began running, leading me along.

"What are you doing?" I called out.

He stopped short and looked at me, confused. "I thought you – you said…"

"I live that way," I said, pointing in the opposite direction to where we were heading.

He smiled at me and I glared at him, his smile widened, I glared harder.

"Stop doing that!"

"You stop doing that!" he replied, pointing at me and smiling still.

I tried to stop glaring and straighten my face. This made him laugh and then, suddenly, he wrapped his arms around me and crushed me to him. He claimed my lips again and I yielded, falling into him.

We stood like that for a while before he pulled away slightly, his lips almost brushing mine as he spoke.

"Bella, I'm all for exhibitionism, but if you –"

"Right." I shook my head, hoping to dissipate the fog his kiss had left behind.

I linked our fingers and led the way to my house at a run.

Recs for today:

TLCullen132 & Jay's World

Hands up who's kissed in the playground? Two hands up if you did more than kiss in the playground ;)