STRAWBERRY MILK

epilogue

John always thought it was about finding that person who could say they love you and make you feel like nothing else has ever been more true.

It isn't.

(It's about finding that person who can make you feel like a person. It's about that inexplicable connection between your heart and your mind and that feeling you get when your eyes meet theirs and they smile at you.

It always has something to do with the eyes. The eyes, but evermore their eyes - because they don't struggle to understand anything you do, instead, they already understand, sometimes, even without quite knowing yet. It's about looking into each other's eyes and just getting it right. There's a gentleness, a tenderness; it floats around in each sweet, sweet exchange of glances. Understanding each set of thoughts without actually knowing, and then accepting whatever follows. That's the beauty of it.)

i.

Katy is on a step ladder cleaning the windows when John walks into the living room. Her shirt is stretched high, sweats slipping low, and the strings of a sexy little thong are on full display. When Katy turns her head over her shoulder and sees it's him, she smiles, slightly confused by the flowers he is holding and the wine and by John being home so early.

"Is it an anniversary of something I forgot?"

John smirks, setting the items down on the table and then walking to Katy. He grabs her by the hips, Katy's little squeal making his smirk only grow, and the girl's legs immediately wrap around John's waist.

All John does is turn them around, setting Katy down on the white countertop. He presses his mouth to Katy's before she can get a word out, kissing her hard and filthy, only pulling back when he hears Katy squeak again.

John smiles, his nose scrunching up as he squeezes Katy's thighs.

"We are having sex tonight."

Katy's eyes widen excitedly, a soft moan slipping through her lips as she tangles her fingers in John's hair. "Finally," she breathes, before crashing their lips together.

(John's pinned to the bed, Katy's knees bracketing his hips. Her hand is up to her face, half-smoked joint between her fingers. Her eyes are nearly black, all of her preciously long locks framing her face as she smirks around the object in her mouth. John watches her inhale, the beautiful way her smirk gets wider and her eyes close just a sliver.

They're both half naked, Katy grinding her panty clad ass down onto John's semi and moaning as she slowly releases the thick smoke from her lungs. John's in a trance, an endless, slow trance that is Katy and foggy but mostly just Katy, and he loves it.

Katy carefully holds the blunt between her fingers, and leans down to give John a sloppy kiss, small giggle falling from her lips and pressing against John's. Then she pulls back again, turning the joint carefully between her fingertips and then pressing the end of it to John's lips. John wraps his lips around the end and closes his eyes as he inhales. That's when Katy pulls up and places her mouth over John's, soaking it all in through the gentle press.

That afternoon John fucks Katy nice and slow, Katy gasping 'daddy' against his lips as she clenches around him and John comes so fucking hard inside of her.

The room smells like sex and weed, and John runs his fingertips up and down Katy's back as she laughs breathlessly in the junction of his neck.)

ii.

Katy opens the bakery the afternoon John gets off work for the summer. John took the night off from his second job to be there during the opening, and jesus, it's packed. There's a line out of the door, loud chatter bursting from theorised, and John's heart swells with so much pride.