John Constantine imagines

Hot Hotel drama

"Dammit!" The trench coated man near the hotel room door yells loud enough to wake probably everyone else in the place. Y/n rolls her eyes. "Please, keep it down. It's bad enough you tried the wrong door to begin with." He tries the card once again, having the same result. A glowing red light signifying no access. He sighs loudly, and she jerks the card from him. "John. Honey, slowly. I know you're tired." She does the slot, putting the key in, and taking it back out calmly. The tries the handle and the door slings open. John gives her a soft glare. "Really?" It was nearly midnight in Astoria, Illinois when John and Y/n had finally made it to the hotel. So far, he had complained about the food, the car, the people, and just America in general. He waltz into the room and puts his suitcase down, jerking up a small sign on the dresser. "What on God's green earth?" He snaps, holding it out so she could read it. 'If any smoking occurs during your stay, a 150 dollar charge will be added to your bill' it said in chirpy lettering. She holds in a laugh, and takes the silk cut cigarette out of his mouth. "And guess who WON'T be paying for that." He sighs again, and flops down on the bed. "This is awful." She sits down on the other bed, laying down sleepily. "Because you can't smoke? Or because you're just grumpy?" He throws the remote at her. "Both." She stifles a yell as it hits her in the arm. "Bastard. I hope you enjoy water being dumped on you as you sleep." He mocks her silently, and rolls his eyes. "I know where you're sleeping too love." She grins up at the ceiling. "Do you?" She hears him stand up beside his bed, and the heavy trudges of his footsteps as he walks towards hers. He leans down slowly and finally kisses her gently on the lips. "I do." He says as he breaks the kiss. "Next to me." He whispers, and starts to gently pull her pants off of her. The rest of the night was spent with the 'do not disturb' sign on the door.