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Not so far from Coronet Hotel, someone else couldn't manage to sleep, Zoe was in bed staring at the ceiling and thinking of him, John. Maybe she shouldn't have left that way but it was done by now and she could only hope he'd have understood, she needed some time alone to ponder and recollect every single happening of that night. She was a fixer after all, wasn't she? She'd have found a solution, fixed them and their situation but John wasn't a man who could be fixed.

I don't think there's a woman out there alive who could fix you, John… she laughed bitterly at her own words because she was right, she was so good at predicting things, even the most obvious ones. Her laughs turned easily into sobs shaking her inside and she curled up in a ball in order to soothe herself: she had never felt that bad in her life, not since she was a little girl whose father was arrested. She was a tough woman, a badass, not one of those weepers, Zoe Morgan did not cry, never! She didn't even know why she was crying, because of all and nothing, she has had two hard days working and not getting any rest, the stake was always so high in her job and after what happened between her and John, she couldn't keep the pressure at bay. As soon as she brushed her tears away, she heard the doorbell. It was him and for a second she just thought to ignore him pretending to be asleep but she knew he'd have opened the door by himself, so she forced herself to get up.

"Do you what time is it, John?" she asked annoyed

She didn't know the hour herself, she was just making a scene hoping that he wouldn't have gone away…vain hope. He pasted the door sitting down the couch comfortably, only the small lamp on the coffee table was on spreading a dimmer light in the living room.

"Why are you here?" she pressed but she did knew the answer

"Why did you leave?"

She exhaled exasperated folding her arms to the chest, he knew how to read the body language and that wasn't a good sign.

"You cried"

"I didn't!" she affirmed vehemently

"You did"

"It's just the allergy" she barely whispered

What a lame excuse! She could do better but not at that time of the night, not with him looking at her in that way as if he wanted to fix her.

"I'll try again, do you want to tell me why you left before?"

"Do you want something to drink?"

"Answer the question, Zoe" his voice low yet firm

She poured herself a scotch and swallowed it with a gulp, if they did need to talk about that now, she needed a little bit of help. She sit down at the other side of the couch facing him, twisting her hands, he had never seen her like that.

"You know why I left"

"No, I don't"

"Don't play dumb with me, John. You got what you wanted, there's no need to be a gentleman"

"What do you know about what I wanted?"

She raised a brow

"I think you're not telling me everything"

"There's nothing to say" she lowered her gaze

"You're scared Zoe, that's why you left in the middle of the night but I need you to tell me why"

"That's what I usually do after sex, I leave, with my panties on"

He smirked at her dig, then his expression turned serious "We both know it wasn't just sex…"

She felt her stomach making a double flip.

"Does it matter?"

"It does… to me" his blue eyes tearing her apart

She gulped "I thought you just needed to satisfy your needs, placate your lust, we both did, that's all"

"I thought that too but something unpredictable happened"

She stared at him, was he really implying what she thought? She inhaled deeply before speaking.

"This" she gestured between them "Us…" she passed a hand through her long hair "I can't be your fuck buddy"

"I never asked you to be"

"What do you want then, John?"

"You"

His reply floored her, the oxygen left her lungs and her hands shook a little… he kept staring at her with those blue eyes, waiting for an answer.

"This isn't funny, John" her voice was barely a whisper

"No it's not, at all"
"I don't know what to say"

"I think you do, you're just too scared to say it out loud"

She shook her head biting her lips "How do you do that? Reading me like an open book? Am I so predictable?"

"You are for me now," he smiled "In a good way though"

Zoe played with her fingers nervously "I don't like it"

"What?"

"Me being so transparent. That's not who I am, I..."

He reached and took her hands in his "Zoe don't freak out, I'm not one of your clients, I know you, you don't have to prove me anything, there's no need to hide or pretend with me"

"What about you?" She pulled her hands back

He exhaled "I'm not hiding or pretending with you"

Silence.

"Look Zoe, maybe it won't be easy, we're not normal people because of your jobs, we live on the dark side of the moon, but we can create our kind of normality"

"It must have been a really great night if you're suggesting that…" she smirked

John noticed her change as if she was retreating, going back to her comfort zone because what he was proposing was scary and new, challenging and difficult and she had never thought he wanted it.

"You know that sex has nothing to do with it" his eyes bored into her

Yeah she knew that, she felt it, on her skin, in her heart, everywhere, he did make her feel that during every single second of their intercourse. He gently caressed her face and she closed her eyes melting under his touch.

"John… I'm not good at these things"

"Neither I am, we can be bad together"

She smirked at his double-entendre and kissed him, he raised her and put her on his lap attacking those soft lips of hers. God, that woman! He made him remember how it felt like being alive, being normal and happy even for just some hours and he was addicted to that sensation, he was addicted to her.

His hands were everywhere, he needed to feel her, make up for lost time they wasted because being far from her since the first moment he met her has been a torture, more painful than what he was willing to admit. His teeth, gently nipping her neck and shoulders, lowered the straps of her burgundy nightie, the silk slid down her body revealing her perfect breast, her flat abdomen… even with her puffy eyes and tousled hair, she was stunning.

He kissed her hard while she unbuckled his belt and freed his erection, caressing and pumping it up and down slowly, he groaned in her mouth, her touch, her kisses, her scent was driving him crazy. His hand slid between her legs finding her more than ready for him, he stroked her clitoris eliciting moans she tried to muffle and then lowered her on him filling her completely.

Her pleasure was his pleasure, a long high he didn't want to come down from, because she was so much beautiful coming in his arms he almost couldn't take it. She rested her head on his shoulder trying to control her erratic heartbeat and he kissed her temple… no more words for that night, just the sound of their heavy breaths.