Devil In Her Heart (John Lennon fanfic)

Chapter 12.

I was watching tv while eating cereal out of the box until someone knocked on the door. I groaned and got up, opening the door.

"Oh. It's you."

"Look Lucy I'm sorry about how I left things...why are you in your underwear?"

I looked down and covered myself.

"This is what I wear when I get comfy. Look Lennon, I hate you okay? Just go away. Go to your precious Cyn."

"She's gone okay?"

I blinked. "What d'you mean?"

"Well not gone gone. But her family is taking some trip off to France. She's going with them. For a week."

"And?"

"Well I was hoping that since she'll be out of the way, we can spend some actual time together and..."

He walked inside and shut the door behind him. I sat on the sofa.

"John things aren't that easy. You mess with my emotions and then...I don't know what to think."

He sat next to me and pulled me against him. He was warm and smelled like cigarettes.

"Stop being so complicated." He whispered, rubbing my back. I just let it go. Feeling his arms around me felt nice. I was jealous of Cynthia.

I got up and turned the tv off. He watched me as I made my way to the stairs.

"Come on." I said holding my hand out to him. He followed as I led him up to my room.

...

"Do you ever touch yourself while thinking of me?" He asked laying on my bed, staring at the ceiling with his hands behind his head.

I was sitting on the floor, having a smoke and looking at a record.

"That's a strange question." I said looking at him. He smiled to himself.

"Do you?"

"Sometimes." I smiled. He looked over at me.

"I think about you. I think about you sucking me off now and then. Your warm lips around my cock."

I crawled over to him.

"Tell me more." I whispered. He closed his eyes.

"Last night. You fell asleep in my arms. My cock was throbbing in my jeans. It hurt. I just wanted you so badly. You pressed against me a few times. I thought about just shagging you right then and there. Touching your breasts. You'd spread your legs for me. I'd move my fingers up your thighs, rubbing my cock on your clitoris. You'd moan for me. Our fluids mixing together. The smell of sex in the air."

I put my cigarette out and sat on the edge of the bed.

"This is the part when you call me a pervert and slap me for having such crude and disgusting thoughts." He said.

I stared at the poster of Elvis above my bed.

"No. I think sex can be a beautiful thing. What you described to me was beautiful."

I looked at him. He smiled and sat up, kissing my cheek. I turned and kissed him. He took my face in his hands and kissed me hungrily. I moved on top of him as he laid back.

"John..." I whispered against his lips. " I don't know how much longer I'll be able to control myself around you."

He stroked the side of my face and looked into my eyes. "Let's make love. Not sex like I do with Cyn. But something more."

I moved my fingers through his hair and nodded. "Okay."

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