tender wings of desire

longing

It's been over three nights since John has bathed you with his affection.

You miss him dearly. You yearn for those long, scrawny arms to wrap around your petite figure once more, holding you tightly as if you're going to disappear in any second. It's what you need right now. But no, he's not there.

He's been busy as of late. Understandably so. His rockstar career barely gave him any free time, arriving late at night and immediately flopping on your shared bed.

You understand, he's tired. Yet you can't help but be selfish. You've been coping with a sliver of his affection for the past three nights for Christ's sake! The least he could do is place a tender kiss with his soft juicy rockstar lips!

The door of your quarters opened with a creak, revealing a familiar, British curly-haired brunette. It was John Taylor! Ah- it was about time he came home! Your pools lit up, and you enthusiastically threw yourself into the arms of your dream man. It almost didn't feel real. You were so deprived of him, you almost forgot how hypnotizing his touch was.

"I missed you." You say sexily

"Me too, love" He said with his thick, hot British accent. "I'll make it up to ya, after all I've been missing for three days. Those blokes don't know how to give us a break."

He led you to your bed, tenderly kissing your forehead. Holy shit, you wish he did more. But this was enough. It could happen another day. For now, you were content.

Needless to say, you slept comfortably with him by your side.