Careless Whispers

xxxx warning.

"Well you move on quickly don't you" John stared at me as I sat down beside him after most of the main group had left for supper.

"What do you mean, moved on?"

"I heard you and Prudence. Done with me already"

"What on earth are you on about Lennon, riddles, riddles" I mentally go through the conversation Pru and I were having this morning at the laundry. "I think it will be over......." Looking at him for confirmation I get a nod and was that, downcast eyes?

"John, look at me" It's my turn to lift his chin he has done it to me plenty over the last few days "First- you shouldn't eavesdrop, or if you do, get the whole conversation" I smile at him but he rips his chin away. "John, listen. Look at me so you can see my face when I say this. What I was pondering this morning was this: I didn't think You. I. us would last in the 'real world' You're John Lennon, I would be a chain around you. I'm not a rocker's girl, am I? I shouldn't have said it to Pru and I'm truly sorry I did. I just see in Georges face- disapproval and his waiting for the sand to run through the hourglass of what we have... might have"

John considers my words and after a couple of false starts he finally talks.

"My turn. This...." His hands a flinging wildly between the two of us "Hasn't even had a chance to become an us yet." He holds a finger up waggling it at me "Don't shut it down or assume what I will or will not think when it's time to go home" He jumps up and extends a hand "We have lots of time to see what we are together, fun, no pressure, we both have had some harsh crap thrown at us. Give this a chance, please"

As we take the long way round to my room, we suddenly can't talk or walk more than 5 steps at a time anymore. Every few metres are interspersed with a pause, a look and then some powerful kissing, the meaning behind the kiss exploding my senses, his actions, or lips specifically, showing me, telling me not to close my mind that I will be missing – this, him.

At my little porch, we linger- the kisses end, he walks a few steps, then comes back to kiss me again which makes us both laugh quietly like teenagers waiting for mum to turn the porch light on and spoil the fun. He pulls my hand that little bit more after a while and I tumble into his embrace again. No words, that's ok none are required, we go to his room.

As we burst through the door I can't believe I am with him, he turns me around in his arms and lifts me up onto the bed so that I'm standing on it.

"Ok different" I smile down at him and realise his face is so open and happy, not closed or hiding a piece of himself, as he sometimes looks when out with the group. I am seeing all of him- his happiness and fears, his hopes, his dreams.

Am I as open to him now, I feel I am. I kneel down on the bed, I'm on his level now touching his face, running my fingers feathering over his eyes, nose, around his chin, down his neck. I am free, he releases me. I feel happiness flowing between us. As I take his cheeks in my hands I kiss him, locking eyes I send him all my own hopes and dreams. Teasing his lips with tiny nibbles he groans softly but doesn't move.
My hands move again, he closes his eye and relaxes his hold on my waist, my fingers stroke up and down his chest and across his shoulders, I lift his arms and take his shirt off and throw it away. More kissing, deeper now I tease more with my tongue enticing his to meet mine. Then it's my turn to moan in his mouth as he takes over the kiss, deepening, conquering me, my lips, my neck.

I've been married I should be experienced, right? Right?! But not in my case.

The man that put the ring on my finger insisted on waiting til the wedding night, ok I get that, all good. We got married, he drunkenly had sex with me on our wedding night then I was basically cast to the wind. 'Oh I'm training for the game/ I have to be celibate before the game- coaches orders' or 'not now I had a rough day' and my personal favourite 'I have a headache' – shouldn't that have been my line. In six months, including the wedding night, 4 times. I was a total fool, ignoring the warnings, did I somehow know? No I was a fool, end story.

I had paused in the proceedings. John took a few seconds to realise, as soon as he did, I snapped out of it and let all my pent-up frustrations out on him. I took over the bed, forcing him to be the submissive one I was the boss, this was my show. He laughed a couple of times when he thought it a joke then he saw my determination to conquer him entirely. At first I think he was upset, well as upset as a bloke could be when his partner puts the moves on him; That I was the aggressor... but he soon through his head back and let me take the spotlight, my night to raise the roof so to speak.

******

As I knelt over him, his legs between mine, I kissed him, ready for us to meet. Teasing him with my tongue and nibbling his bottom lip, I dropped taking him slowly at first then a rhythm was reached and maintained fast, hot, growing more intense. My body jiggled over him and I leaned into him slightly, his mouth grabbed and sucked and licked until he would need to kiss me deeply again, his hands grasping my head bringing me to his lips.

I arched my back and fell even deeper into him, hitting another sweet spot. We held hands as I arched and stretched and as I neared my release he finally took over, turning us in one fluid motion so he could reach the climatic heavens. His lip grazed my ear as he ground out my name.
Slowing to a stop hearts erratic, we lay spent and entwined, he played with my hair it lay spread around my head over his pillow. Leaning over to kiss me again slowly, deeply, he stirred me inside.

"Where have you been hiding that" John pecked at my lips and lay back down, our hands now playing with each others above our heads. He leaned over and kissed me again, no words were required.