Warning: Slight smut-ish, sorry not sorry.
Violet stood in her kitchen, groggily pouring her self another a well needed cup of tea after the rather uncomfortable end to last nights events.
So much had happened in such a short space of time, Glen getting sacked from the band, R.I.P. Sid now being their new bass guitarist, and the return of Violets troublesome big brother.
"Moorrrnniinngg" Cole dragged out from her sofa, earning nothing back from her,
"We just not gonna talk then huh?" He tried again but she was persistent in ignoring his feeble attempts,
"Alright then" he huffed, grabbing a newspaper and dramatically flipping it open,
"You n ya boyfriend are in the paper" he pointed,
"What!" She exclaimed, now paying attention to him,
Violet hurried over, snatching it from his hands to scan the page. And lo and behold was a photo of John and her walking down the street with his arm draped over her shoulder and beside it an exclusive interview with Malcom McLaren, detailing the couples relationship.
"That lying fuck!" She seethed, proceeding to grab her coat and boots,
"Where you off to?" Cole tried but she'd slammed the door already and was off on her rampage to find the the scrawny little moron,
Where would he be?
The shop?So that's where she went, her thick black boots thumping against the grimy streets of London as she went.
"Where is he?" She called, flinging open the door,
"Where's who pet?" Vivienne asked sitting up from her spot on the bed that was always situated at the back of the shop,
"McLaren" she grumbled handing her the paper to take a look,
"This is a bunch of unpunctuated nonsense" she declared,
The door flew open a second time revealing John, his eyes wild and expression stern.
"I need to see Malcolm" John barked,
"You're not the only one" she told him, gesturing to Violet "he left about an hour ago"
"Hopefully for good" Violet muttered, "no offence" she added quickly to Vivienne,
"The shops about to close, you can come back tomorrow morning if you'd like" she told the pair,
"Cheers Viv" Violet thanked as she left with John sauntering behind her,
The two stood uncomfortably outside the shop, avoiding each others eyes as they pretended to be interested in anything and everything else happening around them.
"Well this is fucking fantastic" Violet laughed bitterly, breaking the silence "as if I didn't need anymore problems right now"
"It ain't that big of a deal" John muttered annoyedly,
"Maybe to you, you're the one who wants the attention not me" she huffed, scratching at her cheeks irritatedly,
"What so I'm some attention seeking ninny?" he spat turning to face the girl,
"You know that's not what I meant" she retorted,
They glared at each other for a minute before John sighed "look there ain't no point fighting ere. We need to stick together as a team. We can't let Malcolm win."
"Uh Johnny" Violet muttered peering around him,
John turned to see a group of what looked like students with cameras pointing in their direction. Eagerly trying to get photos of the pair together.
"C'mon" she nagged, grabbing his hand and running through the streets,
Both of them dodging in between passers-by as the group were hot on their heals.
"What the fuck!" John growled, shooting a quick glance back at them,
"We can lose em if we go down ere" Violet told him, dragging him down a narrow gap between two buildings that could just about fit two people at best,
They came to a halt once there, holding their breaths as they watched the group unknowingly pass them by.
"Where'd they go?" One of them called to the other,
John looked down at the girl who was gnawing at her bottom lip, nervously listening. But all he could focus on at that moment was her.
"I think they went that way" another baffled, pointing to a wrong direction, before they all scurried off,
After about another minute or so they let out a laugh, more relieved than anything.
"Idiots" John chuckled, making her smile,
Violet finally looked up at him, her breath getting caught in her throat as she became aware of their close proximity. Their chests pressed up against each other and their hands still entwined. She could tell John had clocked on as he looked at her with the same lost expression.
His breath fanned her face as he loomed over her, watching her every move, the slight furrow in her eyebrows and the traces of a smirk playing on her lips.
"Just can't seem to leave me alone can you Rotten?" Violet grinned, her hands going to his spiky red hair,
"God your vein" he breathed, finally breaking as he crashed his lips into hers, wasting no more time,
The kiss was raw and feverish, all their pent up feelings and needs for each other finally being unleashed. John moved down to her neck, causing her eyes to roll back, a small moan escaping her dark, tender red lips as she pulled lightly on his hair, only enticing him more.
After he was sure to of left his mark he moved back to her lips slipping his tongue into her mouth, finding it hard to control himself when it came to her.
Violet tugged roughly on his hair pulling their lips apart causing him to glare at her before she trailed her mouth down to his ear where she softly bit his lobe before sucking on the sweet spot of his neck. He let out a groan as his hand drifting down to her arse, gripping it tightly, never getting enough.
Violet let her head fall back as she gasped for air. John watched her, taking pleasure in the affect he was having on her.
The sound of a glass bottle clanging against the floor sent them flying apart, breathing heavily. Only to realise it was the doing of a stray cat jumping from a ledge and knocking over some bottles that sat discarded on the ground.
Violet wiped the mess of lipstick that had smudged around her mouth before doing the same for John.
"So" she hummed, continuing to graze her thumb across his stained lips, "what now?"
Hey guys sorry for the long wait, just found out my now ex boyfriend cheated on me so it's been tough to write about lovey dovey stuff. I hope to update again soon but could do with some ideas to prompt me. Hope you enjoyed the chapter :)
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