Sweet silk; Tattered leather

Chapter Eleven: Don't touch my girl

Fable is pulled from her mindless daydreaming by movement. When her eyes finally focus, she realizes it's Sam rushing towards them. He looks stressed and panicked.

"Johnny...." Fable says sweetly, giving Johnny a gentle shake. Johnny groans as he stretches before pulling her closer. Fable's cheeks become bright red as Johnny burrows his nose in the small gap between her upper thighs.

"Johnny." Fable squeaks, giving his hair a firm pull.

"Oooowwww..." Johnny whimpers as his eyes fly open.

"Sam is rushing over here. I'd rather your nose not be between my legs when he gets here." Fable says as she lets him go.

"Sorry." She adds, her cheeks scarlet.

"I'm sorry," Johnny mutters sleepily as he sits upright, hissing as his back pops loudly.

"Sir... I'm sorry to interrupt you but your lawyer has been calling repeatedly." Sam pants as he reaches them.

"Of course he is." Johnny sighs, struggling to get up. Sam tries to help but Johnny waves him away.

"Dear, don't get too much sun," Johnny adds once he is standing.

"Okay," Fable mutters as Johnny places a sweet kiss on her forehead. Fable can't help but giggle as Johnny walks away, twisting his back repeatedly to try to reduce his discomfort. With a bright smile, she lays back down, her heart fluttering in her chest.

'How did I get so lucky?' Fable thinks before sitting up. Her smile continues to grow as she heads to the house, suddenly inspired to do some art.

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"Fable?" Johnny questions as Fable rushes past him. She has just gotten home from a shoot.

'It's not like her to rush to her room like that.' Johnny thinks as he rushes after her.

"Fable, dear?" Johnny asks as he knocks on her door.

"Baby?" He adds, cautiously opening the door. He finds Fable curled up on her swinging chair, cradling a pillow to her chest as she stares out at the balcony. She has obviously been crying.

"Honey?" Johnny whispers as he approaches, kneeling in front of her. The minute he does, she coils up into a tighter ball, her eyes wet with fresh tears.

"What happened?" Johnny asks as he reaches for her.

"Don't touch me, I'm dirty." Fable whimpers, pulling away from his touch.

"Baby, tell me what happened," Johnny demands, his voice full of concern.

"I don't want to talk about it," Fable says weakly, looking away again.

"Please, baby, I can't help if I don't know what happened." Johnny pleads, turning the chair so she has to face him.

"I'm sorry." Fable whimpers as she begins crying again.

"Please, honey," Johnny begs as he catches her cheek, using his thumb to wipe away her tears.

"He touched me..." Fable finally manages weakly.

"Who?"

"My client... I told him to stop but he kept touching me... I called Sam and my client lost his mind. He refused to pay and left, screaming about leaving a bad review.... I can't survive a bad review, Johnny... I'm barely getting business as it is." Fable cries, tears flowing down her face. Johnny's face quickly changes from concerned, to pissed, to a terrifying calmness.

"I'll take care of it, my love," Johnny says as he stands. He places a quick but firm kiss on her forehead before speaking again.

"Why don't you go take a hot soak in my bathroom, and try to relax a little?" Johnny suggests, offering her his hand. With a sniffle, she takes his hand. Hers is still shaking slightly.