Say Hello, Wave Goodbye

Chapter 15

I dropped my shopping bag at the door, and so did John. Our jackets didn't even make it to the hooks, instead falling to the floor in a pool of fabric. Shoes came off. I found myself pulling him in close, but not yet kissing him, simply holding the sides of his face gently to slow us down. His breathing was harsh and so was mine, our faces so close.

"Earlier, in the first shop, I wanted to kiss you so much," John breathed quietly, "I've been waiting all day to have you on your own."

I smiled, feeling the need for him there and then growing.

"Well... now you have me. And nobody's around, not even your bandmates, tonight,"

"That's the best part." He grinned.

I couldn't resist him anymore. Our faces moved closer together, closing the gap between us, until our lips finally touched, hands going to each other's hair instantly. Now I could feel his need, too, both of us NEEDED this now.

We continued kissing, now with open mouths, getting hotter and hotter. One of John's hands left my hair to try to undo the bow at the top of my shirt desperately. Now, there was absolutely no space in between us, he was pressed so close I could feel every inch of him. He groaned quietly when I put a hand on his waist to untuck his shirt, and before I knew it, I was being walked back towards the bed blindly where we both came crashing down on the crisp covers, instantly ruining them.

John pulled away for a second to catch his breath, but we were still very close to each other.

"God, you're sexy," he panted in the lowest tone he could muster, "but undo that damn bow on your shirt, I can't get it no matter what I do,"

I chuckled a little at that, but was too overcome with the need for him that I couldn't do much but oblige. However, I had different plans for in a second...

"Now I've done that, I'm gonna need you to do something for me..." I whispered to him, and he looked taken aback for a second, but nodded.

"Get on your back."

"Why?" He asked cheekily,

"You'll find out in a second. Just do it for me, John."

Quickly, he shifted so he was laying on his back, keeping flirtatious eye contact with me the whole time. I just stared back.

Now I had him where I wanted.

In a hurried way, I slid out of my own trousers, then clambered up the bed towards him. His eyes were wide with anticipation, unsure of what I'd do next, and his hair had fallen into them, from where we'd gotten so worked up just now. That was so sexy.

Finally, I undid his belt and unzipped the trousers, being careful to touch him as much as I could. Beneath me, he was trying not to react, trying to let me do whatever I had planned, but I could see he was struggling. His breath was shallow like mine. We couldn't keep this up for long before one of us snapped.

Within seconds, I had everything but his unbuttoned shirt off of him, and my own shirt off myself. He waited. I waited.

Then I slid up to sit on his waist, reached down between us and grabbed a hold of him, and he threw his head back, calling loudly too. I felt it deep in my stomach, so much it hurt. John's hands grasped for my waist, holding me in place so I couldn't move, so I carried on, adding another hand. He got louder. I went faster. Until, finally, he grabbed my waist really hard and flipped us both over so he was on top and dived in to kiss my neck, making it my turn to be loud. I let go of him for long enough that he could grab protection from his nearby bag and get it on, and then be back for more.

"Are you ready?" He gasped.

I nodded, the words not coming now he'd snaked a hand between us and begun to rub. Finally, after so long waiting, he plunged in and joined us at the waist, moving rhythmically. First he was slow, then he increased the tempo of both his hand and his thrusts, going hard enough for the hotel bed to creak under our weight. It was a bloody good job we were alone, in the hotel room, or Simon would've been in shouting at us to keep it down, we were so loud. Finally, one last deep one sealed the deal and had me shuddering, with John very close behind. And very loud, too.

We collapsed together into the disturbed sheets, hardly daring to move. The only sound was our gasping breaths, which slowed very gradually. He pulled me close, close enough to feel how I was still shaking all over, and close enough for me to feel how hot he'd gotten.

"I love you," he whispered, raggedly.

"You what" I sat up quickly, propping myself up on an elbow. I was stunned. Had he actually just said that or was my brain in a fog, imagining it?

"You know what I said, Jasmine. And I think I really do."

He leaned in for a long, soft kiss where we both stayed for almost a minute, enjoying each other, until we broke apart. I would say it back, too.

"I love you too, John." I replied, concerned by the words coming out of my mouth. Those were extremely dangerous. I'd be gone in a week or so, what was I doing?

But before I could take the words back, John clambered out of bed and into the bathroom.

"I'm having a shower before we go out, but you're welcome to join me." He teased.

I hoped he'd forget what he'd said, because the worry was back fresh. I remembered what the book said.

Don't fall in love. Because you couldn't go back.