No I'm never gonna stop falling in love
With you
Johnny's arm snaked around you waist pulling you deeper into what was possibly the best kiss of your life. His other hand was firmly on your cheek and your hands were wrapped around his neck. He tasted mildly like he smelt- of cigarettes but, it was an oddly attractive taste for you. He tongue tasted lustrous against yours. It was the definition of bliss.
He pulled away and smiled widely at you. But you looked at the floor. How could you just expect him to love you and hope everything will be okay?
"What's the matter? I haven't offended you have I?" He asked holding you still but giving you a concerned look.
"No, I - I just don't want you to think I'm taking advantage of you being here and me running away from the problem to come to you and then-" he cut you off by pulling you close again and kissing you but this time with more intensity, more desire. He moved to the side of the room, still kissing you and pushed you against the wall. You ran your hands through his soft hair, something you had wanted to do forever. He ran his hand up your sides, his fingers like electricity causing you to gasp a little. He pulled away and moved his attention to your neck were he gently kissed it repeatedly,
"Johnny" you rasped almost silently. He pulled away and smirked slightly at you. He innocently, ever so slowly, skirted his hands over your waistline.
"I've loved you every day since I met you." He said extremely seriously knitting his brows together. "Whenever we went out, I used to stop myself from staring at you, caught up in looking at you and becoming totally infatuated with everything you did." He glanced down and then up and at you again. His hands still danced around your waist, yearning for something deeper. You ran your fingertips through his hair, both of you pressed heavily onto each other. He continued, looking into your eyes, "when you got with Freddie I couldn't help but thinking I should of made a move faster. I missed you every day, Mike, Andy and even Moz thought I should have gone after you. But now you're here and I'm never slip past me that quick again." He kissed you lightly on the lips.
"I'm never going back." You say blankly.
"I'm never letting you, love. Not to him" he says, "how about we take this upstairs?" He smirks then looks down. He gets a little shy sometimes, he's not as forward as his friends. You kiss him to let him know it's okay. "But I don't want you to think I'm pressuring you into this beca-" you cut him off with a kiss again.
You slip from under his arms and run towards the stairs and he chases you. You run up them laughing. Laughing. For the first time in days. Weeks. Months. He catches you at the top and opens his bedroom door. His room is messy as always with his double bed in the middle and countless, clothes, magazines, vinyls and other stuff lying around.
He shut the door and continued to kiss you in such a way you thought you might spontaneously combust, then and there. It was as if all the longing, craving and lust had built up inside him and now it was released. He moved you over to the bed and lay you down. He removed his shirt, and you ran your hands down his skinny frame.
Suddenly you became shy. You weren't openly confident about your body. He was beginning to unbutton your denim shirt, and when he had done you suddenly became very self conscious.
"Don't. You're beautiful" he whispered huskily in between kissing your neck.
Then you were on lovers rock. Bounding into each other, holding each other, moans falling from each of your mouths, with no control what so ever. You finally finished and fell asleep together.
The next morning
You woke up in a messy state. Your bodies were intertwined with each other and Johnny's sheets. His hand was firmly on your waist.
When he woke up he looked into your eyes with his big chocolate coloured ones. He smiled and pecked your cheek, pulling you closer to him.
"I love you." You stated
"I've always loved you and always will too" he replied with a smile, "I have to meet the guys at Moz's later, want to come?" He asked
"Yes please" you smiled
"Just one question love" he asked sitting up slightly, as you did too,
"If he comes I'll protect you. Promise. But have you runaway?" He asked this as if to confirm his own fears of you leaving again.
You smiled and said, "Yes. I've runaway with you"
You both smiled before he pulled you in for another passionate kiss.
