John Constantine x reader

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It was almost past curfew

You was going to be dead meat

John did this every Friday night, you was surprised your parents even let you out anymore.
You didnt expect John to take you dancing, clubbing maybe. But this place was something special.

It was a very old fashioned dance hall, like something pulled out of the 40's. The place you'd take your sweetheart before you was drafted.

Looking up at the clock, 10:45. You could still make it home, just in time. Well you could be if John let go of you.

His hands firmly on your waist, his head rested in the crook of your neck. "I've got to go" you whispered, pushing against his chest. "Just a little bit longer" John whined, pulling your body back to his.

Your (f/c) satin dress swaying with your movements. "John" you affirmed, once again pushing his chest. He lifted his head to look you in the eye. "Please tell me that your gonna" he begged with those puppy dog eyes.

How could you say no? Well very easily since you didn't want to get grounded. You let out a sigh, placing a hand on his cheek. "You know I'd stay all night if I could" you explained, with sadness in your eyes.

It sucked your parents were so traditional with a curfew and non believers in living together before marriage. You'd only been dating John for six months, again you shouldn't even think of getting engaged until at least a year. Well that's what your parents told you.

In all honesty you couldn't win. You was twenty five, an adult. But they were so protective over you. "Just one more" John asked, placing his forehead on yours. He was always this clingy. You wasn't sure if it was love or that he was worried about leaving you alone.

"You said that ten minutes ago" you giggled, you knew the routine by now. He'd give you those puppy dog eyes, whisper a few sweet nothings to you. Next minute it's 11:15 and you had to perform a circus acts to get back home, with out waking anyone.

But these Friday nights were the highlight of your week. "Won't you say you love me?" He questioned, placing feather lite kissed across your jaw and down your neck. Finding that sweet spot, at the base of your neck just above your collar bone.

You let out a quiet moan, the sensation of his lips on your spot only he knows. "All the time" you smiled, "but I really need to go John, you'll see me nest Friday". With him distracted you was able to slip out of his grasp. Walking over to the booth you sat in every week, to retrieve your coat and purse.

Quickly you slipped your tan trench coat on before John had the chance to drag you back. Making your way to the exit. There was still time to make it. "Oi luv!" John shouted from across the hall. You turned your head expecting a final declaration of love for the evening. "Can I ave me coat back?" He asked with a smile

Of course you'd picked the wrong coat up in a hurry. John could of waited till next week to get it back. It was just an excuse for you to stay, just a little bit longer.