Devil In Her Heart (John Lennon fanfic)

Chapter 38.

John was sitting on a chair with a beer in his hands, watching me trying to push a sofa against a wall. It was about eight in the evening now, Paul and George had to go home an hour ago. I wanted to have all my furniture settled before the trip. I was really looking forward to it. I've been so busy with work and college, I needed a break. I promised myself, Cynthia wasn't going to ruin it for me.

"John you lazy ass can you help me?" I asked breathlessly.

"But then I'll be missing the view." He smiled setting his beer down. I sighed and watched as he stood up, walking behind me.

"Ye know, wearin a short skirt like that, bent over a sofa really lets a blokes cock do all his thinkin." He moved my hair to the side and kissed my neck. I closed my eyes.

"Mmm." I leaned my body back against his, feeling the buldge in his jeans. I smiled to myself. "Excited are we?"

He grind himself harder against me. "You drive a man wild." He mumbled against my skin. I felt him unzip the back of my skirt slowly, letting it fall around my ankles. His hands moved up the back of my thighs, over my bum.

I moaned softly feeling his hands reach around the front of my underwear, rubbing me through the thin fabric.

"John.." I gasped.

"Shhh. Let Johnny take care of you." He whispered in my ear.

...

I was finally situated in my new home. It was pretty small but cozy. John helped me pack my bags that Wednesday afternoon. Cyn was still coming along which everyone was against. John managed to find a drummer for the time being. Which relieved everyone. The rental was supposed to be by at five. It was only three twenty.

"So where does she think you spent the night?" I asked pulling my panties out of John's hands. He smiled and sat on my bed.

"At Pauls. Told 'er I had to practice in the evening, called her up this morning telling 'er I fell asleep there. She bought it."

"You sure about that?" I smirked closing my suitcase.

"I hope." He laughed. "I have to say though, last night was worth any kind of trouble I may get in."

"Yeah?" I smiled sitting in his lap and wrapping my arms around his neck. "Too bad she'll be with us this trip. I'm usually at my best when I'm drunk out of my mind." I teased.

"Lucy Lucy...where there's a will, there's a way." He whispered against my lips. I kissed him and pulled away.

"Who knows, maybe it'll be George's lucky weekend." I giggled as he tickled my sides.

"Don't even think about it Daniels." He laughed.

...

The drive seemed to last forever. Paul drove as usual as Cyn sat up front with him. George was napping while John talked to the drummer about set up. I rolled down the window and lit myself a cig. John leaned up and took it out of my hands, taking a long drag.

"Get your own cigarette lazy." I giggled taking it back.

"Yeah? Ye didn't call me lazy last night when..."

Cyn turned around and glared at us.

"W...when I fixed your light bulb problem in record speed." John said turning away. I smiled to myself as we finally pulled up in front of the small club.

"Aye how many rooms?" John asked Paul.

"Two."

"Me and John share one." Cyn said as Paul just nodded.

"Fine. I guess we get Lucy all to ourselves yeah?" Paul smiled nudging George.

"Yeah well, just keep all your cocks in your pants alright? Maybe except for Georgie here." I smiled kissing his cheek. George turned red as Cynthia scoffed, walking over to John.

"Alright Cyn, ye can go up, were just goin to collect all the bags and lock up down 'ere." John said kissing Cynthia's cheek. She nodded and walked inside with Paul.

"This is going to be interesting." I said grabbing my bags.

"It'll only be for two days love. Who knows, maybe you two might get along?" He smiled wrapping his arms around my waist.

I just glared at him.

"No? Alright then." He laughed as I shoved him.

"Not even funny Lennon."

"Alright my bad. Can't I get a kiss before we go up?"

I looked around and leaned up, pressing my lips against his. He held me in his arms and kissed me passionatly. I giggled and pulled back.

"Let's see how long it takes for us to do that again." I smiled making my way inside. George followed.

"Aye George!" John called out. He turned around. "Take good care of my girl yeah?"

I blushed as George nodded. "I will."

...

Our first day consisted of our old routines...limited. Cynthia complained about everything. She hated the room. She couldn't sleep on a squeeky bed. She hated lunch. She was appalled when Paul and John talked about the hookers in the audience. She didn't drink during the after gig party. Instead, she went up to her room, where she stayed all night. Me and John took advantage of this, having sex on George's bed when he was passed out on the floor. The poor thing.

"This is so much hotter with her in the next room." John breathed wiping the sweat off his forehead and laughed. "Christ I'm going to hell."

"Even hell isn't this hot." I giggled collapsing next to him. "You should go back."

"Yeah. Thanks for the shag." He winked sitting up and gathering his clothes.

"Is this all I am to you!?? A sex object!?" I said dramatically.

He laughed putting his jeans on and leaned over the bed. "My sex object." He kissed me softly and pulled back.

"Can't you stay?" I whined pulling his arm.

"I'd get into trouble." He said as we looked at each other and smiled. I helped him pull his shirt off and looked down at little Geo on the floor.

"What about George?" I pouted. He rolled his eyes and walked over, picking up George and laying him next to a sleeping Paul.

"Good?" He asked pulling his pants off and getting under the covers with me. I smiled as he pulled me against his body.

"Perfect."

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