Roxan ~ In My Life with the Beatles

35 with Brisbane feature

Apologies for the long chapter!

I added the Brisbane leg on the end of this chapter.

Warning 18+ (yea I know many will be younger but I will do the warning bit!) 

Warning: badly written love making ahead.

No Laughing Matter xxxx

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I splashed water on my face again, that darn bird, whats- its- name, oh yea, kookaburra, sitting outside my window on the balcony railing going off it's nut. A funny laughing sound it made- beautiful and annoying at the same time, a sound like no other 'ooooo ah ah ah oooo AHAHAHA OOOOO ahahah'

Brought me a frog yesterday, set it on the little table on the balcony then took it again. A friend is with him today. 

It was early, the sun was yet to rise over the horizon but I could see a slight glow which lit the room gently. Looking in the mirror I could see the effects of the night before mascara and tears left rivers of black smudged marks down my cheeks I scrub and wash it all away. 

As I woke I could just see John's face partially hidden under his arm which was flung over his eyes probably shutting out the lamplight beside him- I turned it off silently as I went to the bathroom. 

What was I doing, wasting my time looking in the mirror at the sad girl, shouldn't she be gone? 

The kookaburra let out another laugh joined by his friend this time, how did John sleep through the noise?

This bird was telling me something- wake up it's a new day- it's not tomorrow, it's not yesterday, it's today. 

Now. 

The present. 

I quietly thanked the noisy bird, took off my dress from the night before and studied my reflection for a millisecond more. 

I knew what I needed. 

A new dawn. 

A new day.

I opened the bathroom door and padded back to the bed, settled into the sheets, lent up on one elbow looking at him, his face. 

He had my back, I knew it from that night so long ago. His arm was above his head now, his hair a mess framing his face, his mouth relaxed and innocently pursed.

I leaned over to his cheek hovering near his skin and begin to feather a few kisses there, and there, and there. "Winks" I whispered as I pecked his lips and cheek.

"Mmmmmm, what?" John mumbles tiredly not registering the kisses at all.

"Winks" I continued, littering his face, a couple more on his nose which finally got me a response. Eyes flashed open as he shuffled up the bed away from me.

"Roxy? Ummm" John was rubbing his sleepy eyes, eyeing me like I was mad as he did so. Worried for my fluctuating mindset of the last 12 hours I suppose. I just lean into his collarbone and suck and kiss on his skin. Oops, that one's gonna bruise!.. then run a line of kisses up to his chin.

"Rox I can't believe I am going to say this but... argh, stop. Huny, stop a minute" John had every right to want to pause my behaviour but I wasn't going to be put off, I needed this.

Needed him.

Now.

I settled back down the bed as he realised something else, my lace underwear must have touched his skin. John lifted the sheet and dropped it down quickly.