Alighting the bus with all the grace of an hour old colt Issy stepped down to the ground with a crash, a heel having broken as terra firma met her.

Wonderful. That's all I need. When is this day done.

Limping away she audibly groaned. Tiredness replaced her resilience and all that steel she had recently acquired, was now replaced with jello.

A lethargic body stood in its stead.

Calling, no screaming, for the solace of a comfy lounge chair.....

Or!

A big bubble bath and then a soft comfy bed.

Heaven.

Every little piece of adrenalin that had coursed her veins was now dissipating at an alarming rate. From the moment she perused Johns note on his desperado date with a bloody piano, to the stares on the bus...

The lack of seats, to the pain she felt in those god-awful heels.

The propositions. Ugh.

All joining forces over her.

Deflating like a well popped balloon she made the Dakota foyer with a tacked on smile for Frank and the other security guard, Tommy, Tim, Timmy, Tony, Anthony, somethingy.. that stood gawking at the old woman as she hobbled toward the elevator.

******

What's that banging? Gee you'd think the municipal lot would do roadworks during the bloody daylight hours noon to two at the most..... Bloody hell they've got focking jackhammers going an' all.  Wait up........................

"Isabelle darling what took you so long, you naughty girl"

"A bolted bloody door, delayed buses and traffic jams for starters..." Isabelle limped through the now unbolted door clutching the wall of the hallway as she hobbled dangerously slow toward the main living room.

She looks fucking hot in her dress but I'd better not comment yet as she seems to be wanting to purge... She's pointing at her foot, better look.

"....Not to forget the broken heel....Oh! Oh!..." She raised a finger in remembrance "And the sexual propositions at Penn Station!! Plus, lets definitely not forget the ogling leers of dirty minded people on the bus departing the Red bloody Inn........."

"Good afternoon then" Wow...where did the day go? One minute I'm enjoying soothing multiple sessions on the 20 cents a pop vibrating bed at the Inn and then wham, musical inspiration hit. And hit hard. I had frantic need to be at a piano, and then the guitar, then a bit on the bongos; no, that was just some de-stressing that was.

"I need a bath, some water and bed"

"You got offered sex at Penn? Gear" Light-hearted banter was what was called for here, poor Isabelle looked like a fucking sexy thing with a need for debriefing..... her's and mine.

"Stop looking at me like that- I'm absolutely bushed" Isabelle muttered as she tossed her handbaggy purse thingo in slow motion onto the table beside the ugly lamp I've been meaning to replace with an un- uglier one. One broken heel was dropped from a great height to bounce then settle by the leg of the side table, then another heel was slowly kicked from her foot. Then she groaned like she was having an amazing John-less orgasm....

Followed, moments later, by her walking off. 

Away from me............

"But you're such a naughty girl Isabelle saying all those things about me to Heat-"

Isabelle turned slowly, raised one beautiful eyebrow with a threat attached, and immediately I thought I had better knock off the naming of said person or perhaps forevermore name it 'It'.

I baulk happily really, at saying any name related to 'It' in the current climate anywhoooo "....to that woman about me. I should take you over my knee-"

"Has Cyn been here already?!"

God she's beautiful when she's fired up. All steam and hotness oozing. And that dress, definitely dirty business, and pleasure...

"John!?"

Thank Christ I have that ditty to show her to calm the storm so I can-

"If she came here John............. And you knewwww I was stranded there.......... Why ever did I just have to check the running conditions of the entire transport network of New York State!?!"

"Oh, poor darling" With hands rubbing up and down her arms I ply ministrations. She's getting to a hotter zone, like angry hot... her eyes, the set of her jaw all strong and commanding ... sex should be fanfuckingtastic in these humid conditions "I sent Frank but you were already long-gone Isabelle. I tried to catch you before you left, but any hoot darlin' you're here now, safe and sound and I can work all your tension out.."

Bloody hell, pouty lips.

Slaying me she is, with a pout and those eyes are daggers. But all surmountable, by a pro.

With fingers working gently I let her locks down from the bun she had it caged in "Let me run you a bath, I have wine for you- not for me, just you. How about bubbles and I could join you, rinse your tension away luv"

"A bath does sound wonderful"

Issy stared at the bathwater as it filled the tub, Johns hands testing the temperature like she was a child.

She was just so tired... So over the whole entire day. So over the whole debacle. John turned as he knelt by the bath and smiled so sweetly. She just wanted to melt then and there.

His eyes didn't hold the same sweetness of his lips so it seemed. They held a look of lusty predator, darkening dangerously as she watched on.

On any other occasion she would be beside him in a snap, letting lips kiss sweetly then deeply. Letting his hands control and inflame her senses. Letting him lay her back down gently on the floor. Letting him-

"Baths ready! In ya hop! Want Johnny to unzip ya!?" A wink and saucy grin meld sleekly with a smirk; And sparkling eyes, as he stood to pull her gently from the seat that he had brought in just for her, grazed over her features.

His expression definitely saw her wishing to tip into his unique brand of heaven on earth then she recalled just how bloody much she ached.

"I'll just fetch your bag for you luv, Cyn dropped it by earlier" Issy smiled thankfully; at least her bag was here. She felt about ready to drop at any given moment.

".... I wouldn't mind a bite to eat, some of your famous tea..... please" John's fetching smile dropped a smidge and Issy sighed as John shifted his feet, somewhat deflated in himself now.

He was being a pig again and he knew it.

She just made him feel so damn good and he wanted to return the favour; wanted to make her feel good too.

"Oh, sure... Sure thing luv. I'll fix you my speciality" John reached around Issy's shoulders and slid the zip down her spine, so close he was to crumbling and pouncing yet he managed to hold himself back.

Remembering all she had done for him today he lit up with happier grin, kissed her cheek softly and let his calloused fingers trail her jaw with tenderness and care, and something much more...

Something he should say to her properly, very soon.

Issy pushed him gently toward the door mouthing 'food' with a pleading smile of her own and he soon disappeared from the room. She stripped and descended into the bathtubs own brand of heaven.

"Right! I made the Lennon special- beans on toast and fixed a pot of old English-" John proudly stated as he turned the corner to enter the bathroom. He was met with a hot and sexy dress on the tiles, bra, panties and bobby pins on the vanity, and not an Isabelle in sight.

"Oh Isabelllle.... Where are youuuuu?" The tuneful uttering spoken as he balanced his feast fit for a King in one arm and pushed open each and every door down the corridor with the other. "Where oh where can that little girl beeee" He sing-songed as he went...

Maybe it was a game?

Nah, she was off sorting her bag, of course she was.

Just maybe that bag, that an overly animated and laughing Cyn dropped off together with all her and Issys shenanigans included, was full of wonderful frillies; Indecent slips of silky material.

Maybe, we'll need to drink cold tea.

Maybe I should calm the old appetite down a degree or two and cater to her whims and not me own... but she looked so fucking hot and she kick-arsed Heath- sorry It to the kerb and got all ninja warrior sexy, to slay my enemies... ie. It the Terrible.

John stopped mid thought, because he had found her.

Setting the tray of goodies silently on the dresser across the room John shook his head with a small grin, she was fast asleep curled up in a ball on the cream sofa in the main bedroom.

Facing the window, ready for reading or dreaming, the comfy seat for two was his very favourite thing in the room, apart from Isabelle of course.

She lay whisper quiet, a picture of innocence and beauty as she breathed rhythmically, his old dressing gown lashed secure around her. Watching her for a few minutes John mused on what to do.

Leave her be, wake her for tea, wake her for me....

He carefully picked her feet up and slid himself into the narrow space beside her.

*******

"Mmmm... bloody hell John. You're squishing me into the furniture" Issy whispered as she looked about for the end of the couch to grasp to pull herself out from underneath his warm body. She must have fallen asleep straight after the bath. I can't even recall the trip from the bathroom, nor Johns robe she mused when she was stood over Johns wilting figure as his body sank further into what had been her spot.

Tonight.

It was one of those truly beautiful nights, moonlight was streaming in the window beside them, shimmering wisps of mist lay low over the lake in Central Park and the lamppost lights teased the trees and danced with the shadows. A silvery glow lit Johns features as he breathed softly.

Today, or was it yesterday, had been daunting, scary, frightening, fun even, and all done for John. And he had been right, the bub wasn't his.

Issy squirmed; she had marked him guilty, now she was the guilty one. Guilty for being so blunt with him but what else was there to say in those dark hours as he lurched with drunkenness, shoving his opinions, loose declarations of love, and possibly indiscretions down the phone line.

It had hurt -badly; aching deep to her soul, to have had to contemplate his possible infidelity.

And his words of love... She couldn't take them with how he had delivered them. Yes a drunk man tells no lies; nevertheless she deserved, no demanded, those particular words, from him, when he was stone cold sober.

He wasn't guilty of straying but still she worried. Her natural default in life to second guess. She always tried to temper it, hopefully she succeeded more than failed.

John Lennon, one quarter of the Beatles, a virile man that ate a smorgasbord of women in his life time...

Underneath his assertions of never straying there was a part of Iss that wondered if Beatle John lingered...

He did in his appetite when they engaged in sex.
He was unstoppable from the moment she had cat burgled her way into the Dakota that very first evening.

He seened to crave all of her, taking everything of her completely, and her lungs often screamed as did her voice.

She had been voracious too though; hadn't she.. After many sallow years she was ripe and ready for him to pluck her from her life's slumber.

It was almost like a new wind had hit both their sails and together they floated on the amorous waves.

Creeping... creeping like a nun.. Issy smiled at the tray of cold dinner on the dresser as she quietly, and carefully, negotiated the dark bedroom; scanning the room for her overnight bag then, failing to find it, she departed the room entirely. With a little more purpose she took herself toward the front door of the lavish yet largely blank apartment.

She had a hunch....and she was right. Lo and behold, her overnight bag was still sat on the small hall table just inside the glossy white front door where Cyn must have placed it earlier.

XXX.
(A little naughty here...)

With stealth she positioned herself in a model-like pose. Albeit somewhat more awkward looking than a real model.

The gauzy material fluttered and fit around her; Lace tight. Feather light material grazing against her skin.

Isabelle glanced down upon herself, a hand smoothing self-consciously downward over her curves, across her stomach.

This was out there, this was 'holy mackerel' hot. This was a dare to bare bustier in blood red and black lace screaming naughtiness... and lower still her body was hidden yet in full view with a sheer lace curtain barely covering her bum. It was almost too deadly for even her to look at.

Her cheeks reddened in the mirror as she checked her reflection....She grinned with honest to goodness pleasure just thinking of blowing his mind.

She wanted to be this tonight.

Be racy and daring.

After the day events, she wanted it all reaffirmed. From their rapport to their loving. Issy just wanted it all back to 'their' brand of normal, their closeness, their happy banter, their easy going afternoons and sharing toast in the mornings. She wanted to forget, forgive, move forward. Just, be his again.

She wanted to forget Heather and embrace the future, whatever it held, and if John uttered the words, those precious words again -properly, she would need to contain herself because she never thought dreams or second chances came true. She never thought she would get a chance again and she would do anything to make everything as close to perfect as John and her story could possibly be.

Clipped to suspenders that in turn held the garter and sexy stockings in place, the set was complete. As she raised a foot to rub toes, in what she thought was a sensual manner on Johns crotch, Issy grinned wondering what he would think...

It's silly this, toes on his you know what, but he was squirming into her touch nonetheless.

Yet not waking.

Issy leaned in a little, in doing so, her foot dropped away as she was feeling a bit 'daft' as John would say.

As one set of fingers caressed his face, the other set now teased him elsewhere.

Lower.

She was having some success...Well down in the deep south she had his body warming up, his jeans tight and taut, but his eyes, no such luck.

Although deep whispery moans in his sleep were encouraging and hot Issy gave up on her fingers pursuits alone and decided to wake him south to north in a more direct manner. She kneeled...

"Mmmmm" John stirred.

Even if he didn't, his subconscious did.

His body subtly shifting into a more accessible position for her to plunder.

His mind stirring, consciousness now waking, he was finally joining this party that Issy was quietly inviting him to.

With eyes still tightly closed his fingers found purchase in her hair and held her close. "God... fuckinhell. Yessss. God yes"

His eyes blew open wide, it wasn't a dream!!

He wasn't a school boy having a wet dream and she did have herself tucked neatly between his legs with lips, tongue and every god damn piece of her wet mouth working in utterly blissful union. "Isa- fuck.. ohh yeaass"

With eyes dark she coyly glanced up at him, lashes dusting her cheeks she was gorgeous and he was gone...

Heaven had not a chance when Issy put her mind to knocking him off.

"Com' 'ere you" Fingers traced lace and silk and tugged at suspenders. Her body slick and hot under his touch as he pulled her close "Oh you naughty, naughty girl" Lips sought flesh, any flesh would do and he was enjoying her stood there over him, fingers grabbing at his hair.

Fingers kneaded and massaged her hips, skimming lace, discovering seams and loads more skin................. "Jesus Isabelle, what are you doing to me"

She leaned over then, breasts magically suspended mid-air for his eyesight's singular pleasure and they beckoned his hands as they pressed firm into the dirty bustier she wore.

Lips curled into a grin by the shell of his ear, whispering just what she wanted to do................

*****

Thursday Morning at 9 o'clock...

"Go home Heather, have a heart to heart with the baby's father, what was his name? ...."

"Simon"

"Yes Simon"

John rewound the wonderful tape and replayed it three more times as he sat at the dining table surrounded by his half empty tea cup, daily rag and plate of toast crumbs and corners.

It was some kind of wonderful that tape. And he was free, the wedding having been saved from his own creation 'The Heather 'IT'  Debacle' and Isabelle once again had proving how much she would do for him, how far she would go to keep him safe, and happy.

And he was indeed a very, very happy man this morning.

She was one in a million, she was.

And last night, holey fucking shit.... All his Christmases come at once.

He let her sleep, she deserved it. After the long night of phone calls prior to yesterday's full day of 'fun'. Along with the espionage conducted with precision and a few little white lies by 'naughty Isabelle' and Cyn; she deserved a good lie-in and kip.

John chuckled at the thought of Cyn and Iss as Sherlock and Watson....

And then last night...

Sweet Isabelle didn't have to do that. She's terrific without all the lace but she certainly had him entertained and happy as the proverbial pig in mud with all that she blessed him with. Her body bathed in moonlight laid before him.

She didn't have nowhere near the nightmares now and he guessed he may be a small part of that, she certainly had a large part in making him the more positive and happy person he was now. Even thinking back over the shooting was not as tumultuous, and his stomach didn't get all queasy with the horrid facts of the case. He could breath and it was thanks to Isabelle. All thanks to Isabelle.

Picking up his empties John stared off towards where Issy lay sleeping.

Grinning like he'd won the English Lottery, he turned heel and strode off toward the kitchen.

****

Dragging the curtains across the windows and sliding into the bed behind Iss John swept her locks gently away from her neck so he could wedge his face carefully into the crook to breath her in, he pressed himself close then pulled her into his body like a puzzle piece with light fingers to latch her waist and snuggle into her warmth. To enjoy her softness and essence...

They could sleep all day. Eat, make love and sleep this evening then spend all of Friday – tomorrow- running around like blue arse flies for the final wedding preparations.

The bed was bliss, she was toasty warm, and his eyes grew heavy.

****

Kisses woke him for the second time in under twelve hours and this time his lips seized his prize with frantic response "Mmmmmm. Good morning beautiful"

"Morning..." Issy was sat on knees beside him, half her kit off, the other half, basically begging to be ripped off. John pulled her back toward him, kissing her deeper for a time then littering her cheeks for the goose bumps she gave him. "I need-"

His kisses stumbled over her lips and she grinned into the smile she felt there.

"I need you" Popping out one of her breasts over the top of the bustier John teased her with his tongue.

"I need to go back to the lake, John"

He stopped his movements and looked up at her with a mouthful, he pouted onto her skin then his eyes flicked away and he went right back to his exploration.

"I mean it. I need to hit the road soooon" Issy caught her breath.

What was it with guys and boobs and how on earth did one man's tongue, a set of teeth and some lips get to take a woman to great heights so speedily. John bit down ever so gently "Oh myyy" Issy's fingers pressed John's head, encouraging his mouth to move firmly against her.

With all the feelings he was creating, her grasp on the reality of the day, the date, the time was swirling eddy's  within her. Topped off with Johns heavenly fingers touch, it was all sweeping her up into a push pull of a tide, this way and that.

Swaying pendulums of need and desire butted against need to do lists, timers and alarm clocks. "John, eyes up" He lifted his eyes while remaining pinned to his target and winked, teeth grazed her sensitive skin "Serious now. I really need to go to the Lakehouse. I have a mile-long list of last minutes to remedy"

Issy's breast was let go with a comically, resounding pop "Bloody party pooper you are"

"I'm trying to finalise the after-party remember.... With only hours left to go John. And sort the dogs, cats and the catering van. Has the gardener been? ... Gee the list is positively endless" Issy climbed out of bed earning a smack on the bum for showing it to John as she stood. "Ouch!"

"Put it there and I'll smack it or caress it. I've already smacked it so I better caress it!" John launched and Issy screamed and ran off toward the bathroom situated to the left of the king bed. John flopped back down with a grunt, hand falling over his eyes

"You know you owe me!" he muttered good naturedly, Issy popped her head back around the corner and waited til he cracked a eye open. She smirked and spun around in the doorway to begin wiggling said arse at him for a few moments then slammed the door shut "Tease!"

Johns eyes reopened the moment the bed dipped. Isabelle sat close, smelling like summertime with a hint of vanilla. Perched on the edge of the bed, her legs encased in denim shorts and a red tank top covering the very skin he had recently tasted. "Give us a sec and I'll get me kit on"

"No you stay, you were meant to be down getting the boys and yourself finished and dapper today anyway... Remember" Grinning down at his frown Iss smiled and smoothed his skin, rubbing fingers over his jaw "It's Jules and Sally's big day, we have loads of last minute details to cover. I'll see you tomorrow"

Sitting up on an elbow John leaned his forehead against hers "I know" muttered quietly then a little louder "I know... You drive safe, no speeding or sleeping behind the wheel, you hear" His head flopped back into the pillows with a soft thud.

"I hear"

"Give the dogs a pat for me and the felines. And close your blasted curtains tonight. I want you sleeping well not having a swim with the bloody piranha's at midnight while I'm not there to save you"

"Ok" She grinned and grabbed his fingers in her hands.

"Are we good?" John knew he was, nothing could dampen his thoughts or senses at the moment. It was liberating in that way, with her. "About you know who?"

"Mmmmm yes I guess so. I worry about the booze though. Can you go to a couple of meetings for me. I mean, for yourself...?"

"I'll call my sponsor this very morn"

"Thank-you John"

"No thank-you. I don't know how you put up with me"

"Me either" Issy grinned with a cheeky abandon then really looked into John. Into his soul he mused to himself. "You're worth it though John"

John sat up next to Isabelle and pulled her back against him, soaking her in before she cleared off to the lake. It might be just a day but in Johns world, especially these last few days, a day was a lifetime. His lips pressed close to her ear with a kiss "I'll miss you"

"You're going soft"

"I'm infatuated and I'm well-muscled and I'm most definitely rapidly hardening. There is no room for 'soft' Isabelle".

And he was. Starkers with her snuggled against him, her derriere pressed against his crotch and positioned within his thighs, he fidgeted beneath her "Be gone woman before I strip you bare"

Twinkling eyes, met his and she let him kiss her, hands sweeping gently through her hair, sailing down her neck before settling on her shoulders where he groaned and pushed her good naturedly away. He grunted his displease and pouted as Issy sighed and alighted from the warmth of the bed. Willing her feet to move, she stepped closer to the door before daring to turn around to face him. If he blessed her with that adorable pout just once more she would feel herself melt and her feet would take her in the wrong direction- back to his bed.

His bottom lip was caught between his teeth, it wasn't a pout, it was something much naughtier. She felt all her senses tingle, her feet itching to move his way. But she hesitated.

Instead she let her eyes take everything in, sweeping over the room, remembering it all - The messy bed, the New York skyline bathed in sunlight behind sheer curtains, Johns glasses, his robe slung across the back of the couch threatening to fall to the floor, and John.....

And John sat up against the headboard, sans shirt, sans everything, now struggling to grab his Buddy Holley glasses from beside him.

She waited the few moments til his eyes settled on her again. Issy smiled, actually it was more smirk remembering what was happening so very soon "Til tomorrow, future in law"

"Til tomorrow, darlin. Be safe" John grinned, humming the wedding march. "Call me before you leave the lake to come back again!"

"I will- promise" She had to go, the time was inching closer to noon, she smiled happily lifting a hand offering a slight wave and she was off on her journey northward once again.

Her F'ing Hot dress haha