Eventually - All or Nothing #2

Boxing Day

"Please John?!"

Aimee stood in the doorway of the dressing room, wearing only a pleading look and some deep pink underwear; her cleavage looked impressive in her push up bra, her necklace bearing Rosie's name resting just above it. The little gold disk sitting flat against her smooth skin. The high-rise of her thong making her legs look like they go on forever.

"I can't get dressed until I know what we're doing today?!"

"You know I can't talk to you when you're standing there looking like that. Put some clothes on. What did you say?!"

He speaks from the sofa that sits at the foot of their bed. Aimee's sofa. The one that used to reside in her living room at her old house. 'It's seen some things Aims', John had said when she was moving out and had insisted, they take it with them and not leave it for the renters. Really, he was quite attached to the old thing, they had spent so much time on it.

"I said..." she crosses her arms across her chest in a bid to hide it, but all she does is push her boobs closer together, and he groans. She is a tease. "What are we doing today?!"

He manages to tear his eyes away from her, instead looking at his phone, chuckling to himself over something stupid in one of his group chats, jiggling his feet as they hang over the end of the sofa. "It's a surprise," he reminds her. "Dress warm and then pack something nice for the ballet."

The sound of Aimee's frustrated growl tickles him, his cheeks puff out with a snort of laughter, followed by a sharp intake of breath as he feels Aimee's weight baring down on him as she straddles him. He drops his phone and rubs his hands up and down her bare thighs, squeezing lightly as a smile plays on her lips.

"You're a tease," she leans forward, placing her hands underneath his open shirt resting them against his stupidly expensive t-shirt that feels no different to her high street ones. 100% cotton is 100% cotton wherever it comes from.

"Don't think I'm the tease, do you?!" He traces a finger down her spine, goosebumps forming in the wake of it. "Wear comfy shoes, that's all I'm saying."

They are spending the day in London before going to see the Nutcracker at the Coliseum in the evening. Much to Aimee's frustration, John refuses to drop any clues around what they will be doing during the day. They are staying over, then leaving first thing so he is back in time for training late tomorrow morning. It's a schedule tight enough to make John anxious.

"One more clue," she tries to tempt him by sinking her lips against his. There are dull thuds coming from Rosie's room, where she is dancing to All I Want for Christmas is You playing on her new Echo Dot Kids that her grandparents got her for Christmas. She has been choreographing her dance routine almost since she woke up, playing the song on a loop. John would be happy never to have to hear it again.

Aimee pulls away, her forehead pressed against his, her loose hair falling across his face, tickling his cheeks. His lips are tingling, aching for more, the skin on her back feels like it is burning underneath his hands.

"Can't wait to take these off later," he nudges her bra strap. It is a rare treat to have a day just them, as soon as they are ready to leave, they are dropping Rosie off at Aimee's parents.

Aimee does not respond to his flirting, the solemn look she is wearing speaks to his soul, he hurts when she hurts. "One clue!" He relents, anything to make her smile, his lips mimic hers as they curl into a smile. "I wanted to take you to New York, but we can't... So, London will have to do."

"And whose fault is that?!" His skin prickles as the prospect of them having this argument again, the one that raged on for over a year since she discovered that he wasn't vaccinated against COVID. "Hmm?" She brushes her lips against his again, and he realises she is only teasing, there will be no fighting today. Even though she would love to go to New York, and seeing John's teammates and their girlfriends there recently has made her green with envy.