Redemption

~53~

"Well howdy pardner fancy meeting you here" John attempting John Wayne was more like John attempting John Cleese... his strides towards Issy at the clothes line awfully close to the Monty Python comics' ministry of funny walks. Issy stifled a giggle as she bent to grab another dark navy bath towel and pegs out of the wicker laundry basket, to hang on the line.

He was happy, well he had the right to be. The lads had had a blast, memories drizzling like rain over them creating an absolute flood of laughter and smiles.

"I'm hanging this 'ere washing, sheriff. Did you run all the rustlers outta town?"

Falling at her feet, John spread-eagled wordlessly on the ground. She kicked him lightly.... He wasn't moving. Shrugging with indifference Issy continued on with the washing, John would get up soon, the dogs lapping and licking his face would make short work of his spread-eagled form.

The many tablecloths flapped as Issy tugged them straight, the line overflowing with linen from the wedding and guests.

"Have you forgiven me 'bout the novel porno loo travesty yet? I know you're happy as an author in the bestsellers list what with the girls knowing you are the gloriously talented Isabelle AKA Giselle.... but the loo-asco fiasco....???"

He wasn't going to beg he surmised as he see-sawed his hand wondering if he was in the clear or in the shit. Nah, sweet talking and kisses were much more entertaining and useful in bringing Isabelle round. But he did need to know her stance, nothing much had been said on the matter apart from Paul' s limp dick comment which, by the way, newsflash... Entirely untrue. And then she was gone, the three other nutter's wives had rounded Isabelle up and drenched her in question upon silly women's question.

Didn't Geo, Rings and Paul sate their ladies?
Christ if Isabelle was nattering away about some porn novel fella he'd have to take her over the nearest table to make her remember exactly what was real and what was fiction. Hard and fast too...

The tablecloths flapped and fluttered as the wind lifted and dropped them in inconsistent harmony. While she was a tad peeved Issy understood, well, at the very least, she saw the sense in John taking off with the dodgy chapters. They were well written if she did say so herself, they were very sexy, they were essentially, them. "I'm no more annoyed than I'm bothered you would feel the need to hide them"

She sank down on the grass, kneeling over John as he lay eyes closed in the dappled sunlight, fingers running over his eyebrows, cheeks and jaw. He said he had something for her as they lay together recovering from the wedding party. Everyone was late rising that next day- two pm, three; John a little closer to four. The day was wasted away in repose and cuddles and lazy sleep ins. Glorious.

"Will you finally show me your something if I do forgive you...?"

His grin was fetching and terribly swift, with his eyes still well and truly sealed shut. Much, much too late did Issy realise her lead line was laden heavy with innuendo that he loved oh so much...... "Oh darlin' I'll show you my something anytime at all..." Then he launched grabbing Isabelle and rolling her away with him across the grass as far as the rim of the fire remains and rolling back toward the wash basket again. Ben and Max began barking excitedly as Issy squealed and John attacked with tickles and kisses, and squeezes too.

They rolled again and she grinned and giggled and squealed up at him, then down at him as he rolled them. His groaning, over-done wiggling and naughty groping making them both laugh and snicker happily.

He was delicious and wonderfully childlike when he was like this. A quality to keep her on her toes, to keep her young and possibly drive her slightly insane...