stay.

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requested ! 💕

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vocab summary; read these before the story for words you don't recognize.

ambience • meaning surroundings, atmosphere.

algid • cold, miserable

languid • relaxed, chill

mellifluous • sweet and pleasant  sounding

exuberance • lively or happy to be alive

ethereal • extremely delicate and light

prominent • clear and visible

prevade • spread through every part of

     The night sky was smooth and dark as the stars glimmered around the bright moon that shone against the glass of the hotel window.

John was laying out his outfit on the bed for that night, he decided it'd be best to let his skin breathe a bit before going on stage in front of a large audience with excessive amounts of leather and heavy clothes draping over his lanky body, the cool air that swam carelessly from the open window sent a languid ambience throughout the room.

Curled up in a ball on the bed you both shared, you smothered your face into a pillow as you watched John work aimlessly to be sure everything went according to his needs.

"That here.. shit where's the-- oh there it is.." John was in heavy concentration, his melliflous voice ran laps in your head but you weren't complaining, it was John Nigel Taylor in your midst. As far as anybody was concerned, you were the luckiest girl alive.

Sighing, slumping over and ending with a sneeze you caught his attention, he dropped what he was doing and knelt down beside the bed, pressing his forehead against yours with a warm grin. "Good morning sweetheart." was all he said before his lips planted gently against the tip of your nose, he then went to your cheeks, your lips, your jawline and lastly to your neck suckling delicately.

You laid silent and still but with feeling, exuberance fueled your love for this ethereal affection but it became short lived once John broke away the contact and caressed your cheek with his thumb. Whimpering at the sudden loss your face became algid but John wouldn't have that, no sir.

He waltz over to the record player that stood by the television stand and snagged a vinyl of a favourite slow love song, placing the needle gently onto the spinning disc.

Twirling around and humming to the rhythm, he reached his hand out for you to take. You caught his drift and rested your palm on his as he gripped it tightly, lifting you to your feet. Snaking his arm around your waist, you pressed your chest against his, fingers intertwined and your arms locked and raised slightly in the air.

The oversized shirt you swiped from him swayed in unison with your hips as you rested your head in the crook of his neck. He then began softly singing the lyrics and brought his hand up to pinch your chin, perking your head up.

He mouthed out the words as you snickered and stared into his charming dark brown eyes, he stared back into yours.

"You're so lovely..." He spun you out with his grip ever so strong. "Exquisite.." Twirling you back in and arching your body back oh so gently. "Ravishing.." His words became breathless as he closed in passionately to your lips, the hot breath emitted from his mouth made you tremble and your toes curl.

As the song ended, John poked your sides to make you fall to the floor as he tackled you and trickled his fingers and hands all across your being as you dissolved into laughter.

A soft blow to his stomach had him roll onto his back, but his arms still remained wrapped around you, he wouldn't let go no matter how much you tried to wiggle away.

"Promise me you'll stay with me.." His voice fell in your ear and broke. You felt the wet of his tears drip onto your skin, his weeping was a rare occurance so whenever it happened you came worrisome.

But his smile was prominent against the nape of your neck, the feeling of attachment and the overwhelming amount of endearment would prevade the two of you for the entire course of the night and both of your lives..