The Banks • OBX Oneshots

bite your tongue • johnbxsarah

Sarah was just walking. No one was allowed to know it was her, especially not her. Kiara. He'd told her to stay clear of Kiara, that he'd tell her eventually. Sarah didn't get why John B wanted to hide it, but she'd agreed and she certainly wasn't going to back out now.
"Ow." She winced, her hand catching the wooden beams of the Wreck. It'd been days since she'd seen him. He'd been busy, and he hadn't had a moment away from his friends to see her.

Simple fact was, she was on withdrawal. And she was not managing it well.

The broken bell tinkled off key as she entered. A waiter shot her a courteous smile, but she did that to all customers. It was weird for her, to know all of them, JJ, Kiara, Pope, etc from John B's constant babbling, without them really knowing her.

She saw it then. The table by the back, the clink of beer bottles. And on that table was Kiara, Pope, JJ and, she fought to look away, John B.

Look away. She thought. She had to stop being so obvious. But as she strolled through The Wreck, the smell of liquor as intoxicating as the dim lights, she stole a glance at him only to see his eyes flick to her right at that moment. Her throat clammed up immediately, averting her gaze.
Oh God.
He looked amazing. He always looked amazing. It wasn't like he ever did anything special-when he did, she noticed. But just seeing him after a few days of living off memories and loneliness, it struck something.

Her body was already covered in gasoline, she didn't need him to saunter over with a matchbox.

Roughly, she shouldered the bathroom door. It was a unisex set of stalls, which wasn't the best, but The Wreck wasn't big enough for more.

Heart pounding, she hunched over the sink, gripping its sides.

Deep breaths. She told herself. If he was here with friends, there must've been some mix up. Or perhaps he'd intended to be alone and they'd come along anyway. Either way, she had to get out. He'd want her to go, preserve the secret.

"We can't be found." He'd told her months ago, when it had all started. He'd made it perfectly clear what she was getting into, but she'd welcomed it with open arms. It wasn't like he was embarrassed of her, or her of him, or anything like that. It was just, once he'd told her about his life and his friends' lives, it didn't seem fair to throw her, a new number, into the equation. Not yet.

She glanced at the mirror. How much longer could she keep it up, though?

The door swung open. She made no move to straighten herself-she could pass it off as drunken throwing up if need be. But when the door swayed shut again and her eyes drifted to the figure in the corner of her eye, she froze.
"Hey." She said, coming off the sink to face him. John B looked her up and down.
"Hey." He said, returning to her eyes. "Sorry, they twisted my arm into coming with me."

Toying with her fingers, she shrugged, "It's alright. Don't worry about it."
She made for the door, brushing past him. But as her fingers brushed the handle, a hand grabbed her wrist. Taken aback, she looked back at him.
"John B, your friends are literally a few metres from the door." She said.

In one movement, he pulled her off balance towards him. With a stumble, she regained her footing barely an inch from him. Still, he had a hold on her, his hand slipping down into hers. Head giving way to her heart, she twisted her fingers through his.

"I miss you." He said, flashing her a grin and pressing a kiss to her nose. His smile was contagious as she squirmed under the attack of quick kisses he lay to every inch of her face from her forehead to the corner of her lips. Still, he deprived her of that deep, strong sensation she knew he could give. That she longed for.
"John B!" She laughed, trying in vain to wriggle free.
"Sarah." he whined, grabbing at the base of her shirt and pulling her back. Groaning, she stopped squirming and allowed herself to hold him like he held her.
"John B," she said, putting her fist on his chest as he towered over her, panting a little but grin ever present.
"Your friends are there, we'll see each other later or something. It's not worth the risk."
His hands dragged down her arms, lips exploring her scalp as he inhaled her conditioner.
"But I want to see you now."
"John B..." Despite her best efforts, a whimper escaped her throat. If he pushed it any further, she wasn't going to be able to hold her battle of common sense against the constantly growing desire.