Eventually - All or Nothing #2

Christmas Eve Pt.2

The bedroom lights are already dimmed. The candle flickering on Aimee's bedstand fills the room with a gorgeous aroma; John can catch something orangey and maybe pine, vanilla too?! Then he's at a loss, other than it smells good. The room is warm, so warm, that as soon as they enter it Aimee tugs uncomfortably at the neck of her jumper.

"I knew you were up to something," Aimee marvels at the welcoming sight; he had only popped upstairs to look in on the girls and had been gone for so long that she presumed one of them must have been awake.

"Just setting the scene Aims." A shiver runs down her spine as his long fingers brush her hair off her neck, he tilts his head to the side and kisses her tattoo as lightly as a butterfly flaps its wings. "Your toy can't do this can it?!"

He is not wrong. An arm is wrapped around her waist, the grip is firm, John does not want her to go anywhere. She feels wanted and desired, and no toy can replicate that.

"Hmm?" He searches for an answer as she leans back against him, tilting her neck to the side and giggling softly as his lips tickle her skin. "Can't do this either." She shudders as two hands slip under the waistband of her skirt and slowly untuck her top, pulling it upwards, revealing a lace bustier.

"Arms up," he instructs, before pressing a kiss to the spot behind her ear that he knows she loves.

"Oh my god," she gasps, her clit is already fluttering, her tights and underwear suddenly feel uncomfortably restrictive, like a straitjacket. She misses summer and the clothes it allows; short skirts and dresses that his hand can slide underneath easily.

Aimee's wrists are delicate enough that John can take them in one hand, and that's just what he does now, keeping them held high above her as he kisses her arms, his nose pressed firmly against her silky skin. "You feel so good," he sighs into her shoulder as he releases her from his grip.

"This is what happens when I get the shower to myself." Her skin still smells of her body scrub, she smiles smugly as she runs her hands across the wrists that are wrapped around her bare waist, tracking his prominent veins with a finger

"I had a wank in mine," his laughter tickles her bare shoulder as he confesses. "Was thinking about last night," he runs a finger underneath her bra strap. "This is very sexy," the black lace against Aimee's olive skin is the perfect match. "Turn around."

"Nice from the front too." Generous padding means Aimee is now sporting some impressive cleavage. He cups one of her breasts in his hand, rubbing his thumb over the nipple, layers of lace and padding separate their skin, but he can still feel her nipple hardening as she rises onto her toes and finds his lips for a tender and loving kiss. She starts unbuttoning his shirt, there is no fumbling like the first time she undressed him, she knows his wardrobe well now, which buttons are fiddly, and which one undo easily. Their lips don't break apart. She also knows, that as she finally undoes the final button and can slide a hand inside the shirt and over his bare stomach, he'll sigh heavily. His shirt slides easily down his shoulders unveiling his tattoos old and new. Rosie has a mark on him now, one of the two butterflies John now sports on his lower arm represents her. A permanent reminder to the world, Aimee most of all, that he loves this little girl regardless of what her birth certificate says.

John gets to his knees in front of her and slowly removes her skirt, gently lifting her ankles to help her step out of it. Her tights follow, but slowly like a snake shedding its skin. "Oh fuck," Aimee sighs as she feels John's curls brushing against her bare legs, as he kisses each bit of skin he reveals, a hand holding her thigh firmly, his fingers skimming her skin.

"Oh fuck, that's better than a toy?!" He looks up at her, grinning devilishly.

"Oh fuck, don't stop." She tugs on his curls, just like he has always been able to do, he can make her heart fall into her knickers, that's the only place she can feel her pulse now.