1984~ John Lennon wanders through life a shell of his former self. After the death of his wife he stagnates, aimless & uninspired; drinking himself into a stuppor often.
She's his sons future mother in law. On a whim Issy takes John out of his comfo...
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John woke Isabelle from her peaceful dreams with his skilful tongue.
Working kisses along her jawline down along her neck, through the valley of her breasts, feasting on her nipples he then travelled lower and lower.
Her ankles, calves, the spot behind her knee, each kiss or line of his tongue making her stretch and shiver and squirm. Thighs parted like magic, she hummed and stretched her body like a cat, making him smile as he teased her, and pleased her, senseless.
Sated she smiled dreamily down at him, with fingers outstretched and wiggling, she beckoned him close.
Issy cuddled up to John as she felt her heartbeats slow, how lovely this was to be looked after so intimately. Johns fingers dusted along her arm, her back and beyond, kisses planted on her forehead as she smiled again.
John stirred from the moment and began thinking as he now lay beside her and he knew, before long, the day was going to drag them apart.
So, he lay relishing this moment. Languishing in her arms for a little longer. He enjoyed the way she felt, the way her heart beat so fast for him, how she sounded when she moaned by his ear, as she lost complete control to him... How she wrapped him to her, how she stirred him to want more.
The alarm clock beeping broke the tranquillity and quiet of their morning. John hesitated more than once on his journey to the edge of the mattress. He was eager to continue their interlude but also now eager to return to the studio.
He finally had ideas, he had sounds in his head again, he had a want to do something productive. Not that he didn't want this right now of course but feeling the fire of music relit was too strong to ignore, even with the mermaid dancing her fingers over his...
He silenced her smiling pouty lips with kisses which she returned as strongly as he administered. Passionate, promising.
Issy pushed him reluctantly out of the bed, laughing at the two of them and their behaviour.
Dressing slowly and brushing her hair, Issy wondered how to thank him and warn him all in one.
How does she do both and keep him relatively happy; So he would know that she will always be in his corner but missing from it too...
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Dropping the phone number on the table John tapped the name and letters scrawled across the page, he was doing it, he was stepping up and really doing it. "I'm going Isabelle, first meeting is later today. I don't know how the fucking paps will be but I'm going anyway, they can all go and get stuffed though" He snarled. The paps were everywhere, always.
"I'm proud of you" Issy stirred her coffee and smiled as John swirled his precious teapot once more gently on the table between them. Leaning forward, she watched the tiny leaves swirl, some clinging to the side "I was going to ask you-"
