After a very long day of treating some of your most regular customers, and tending to some errands and household chores, you find that your heart yearns for some "Me Time". Your "Me Time" mostly consisted of reading books or watching movies, sipping a glass of red wine. You didn't know when you dozed off when the doorbell of your clinic rang loudly. "Goddamn it! Can't they see the "Closed" sign that is hanging on the door..." You complained as you made your way downstairs, to see who it was. Your eyes widened as soon as you saw who was at the door. "Hi, I need a massage..," the tall man with the black suit and signature hairstyle said. He took out a huge golden coin from his pocket and showed it to you.
"You did not book an appointment..," you said, feeling confused as ever, as you let John Wick in. "Do I need an appointment?" He answered in a sarcastic tone. You rolled your eyes as you pulled him in a hug.
"Oh, I missed you, my friend. How's Marcus?"
"He's still alive."
"For now...?"
"Try forever."
"Yeah, right!"
"We are just friends?"
"Oh, come on, John!" You whined, as you felt an unfamiliar flutter in your chest. You helped him with his jacket. Your eyes almost popped out of your sockets as you witnessed the amount of weapons he normally carried with him. Then you led him to a private changing room and handed him a towel. After a few minutes, you had John lying on his stomach on one of the foldable ans comfortable massage table. You have lit some aromatherapy candles and some relaxing incense for relaxation. "By the way, will you mind if I bring more friends..?" He asked. "Of course not, all of your friends are welcome," you replied as you started to massage him.
He had chosen the deep tissue massage with grapeseed and lavender oil. You enjoyed the happy moans of the assassin as you worked on his most affected and injured muscles in his body. You decided to use rose oil for the rest of his body. After a while, you heard soft snores coming from him. You smiled and decided to give him a little acupuncture therapy too. After completing his massages and acupuncture therapy, your eyes fell on his beautiful head and the dark luscious hair that covered it. You chose coconut oil mixed with macadamia and tea tree oil for John's head massage.
You found that he was deeply asleep and decided to write him a note. You have invited him to have dinner with you. You made dumplings and egg drop soup for dinner as you marvelled about the idea of having dinner with him. After a few hours, you heard John stumbling around downstairs. You quickly decide to find him and help him upstairs, in your dining room. He was wearing a housecoat, still a little disoriented and groggy. "I am all oiled up," he remarked, as he allowed you to help him upstairs.
After arriving at your destination, he tried to pay you with some huge gold coins which you refused. "I don't know what those are and you don't need to pay anything to me," you said as you sat him down at your dinner table. As you ate your dinner, you observed how he was wolfing down his dumplings. You didn't know why you felt so happy whenever you saw and and why he kept coming back to you. He thanked you for dinner and told you that he had to go now. But his eyes looked sad and you felt as if he wanted to tell you something.
"What's wrong, John?" You asked with a kind voice. What he told you in around 200 words, was so sad and heart-breaking that it brought tears in your eyes.
After the death of his beloved wife Helen, he was brought back into the life of skullduggery, betrayal, and murder because of his dog and car. After avenging them, he was again looped in by another known associate of his to whom he owed a debt. Then after killing him to gain his freedom, he was declared excommunicado as he killed someone in a neutral ground. Now he had nowhere to go, nobody to ask for help, no home, no safe place to hide. He had been roaming the streets, hunted like an animal, and fighting tooth and nail to stay alive. "You don't have to go. You're welcome to stay here as long as you want." You said. But he told you that he didn't want to put you in danger.
As he opened the door to leave, you grabbed his arm, pulled him in for a kiss. Your lips crushed on his hard with raw passion. He was stunned and then you felt him kiss you back. He closed the door while still kissing you, and carried you towards your bedroom.
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Carry Me Through The Night(John Wick X Female Reader)
Fanfiction{CURRENTLY ON HOLD} John Wick stumbles into an unexplored frontier one fateful night. He was lying in the rain, broken, bleeding, and very close to losing his consciousness. He was praying to die, to let it all end, so that he can join his beloved w...
