Devil In Her Heart (John Lennon fanfic)

Chapter 40.

John was distant with me the rest of the evening. Cynthia kept him to herself, I think this made Paul angrier than me. It was just like back home.

It was twenty minutes before the gig and John wasn't even down to help with set up. George was trying to rehearse a new song with the drummer while me and Paul set up the equipment.

"Never. Again. Is. She. Coming. To. Another. Gig. With. Usaaaaah!"

I ran over to Paul and lifted the large speaker off before it could squish him. He laughed in relief.

"Fucking hell. Thanks Luce."

"Watch yourself Paul." I giggled. We were rushing to set things up as more people showed. I was fixing another broken guitar string while Paul handed me a beer.

"Looks like ye could use one." He smiled sitting next to me.

"Thanks. Paul?"

"Hmm?"

"Why do you think he keeps her around?"

He stayed quiet and shrugged. "I dunno. I think it's guilt. He's been with her quite awhile...before you came along. I don't think he's ready to let her go."

I nodded and took a long drink.

"He fought for you. I know he loves ye Luce."

"I know he does. She's just...always there you know? Sometimes I just don't know how much more I can take."

He looked at me and sighed. "You can stick it out love. You're a strong girl."

I smiled as John walked in the room yawning.

"There you are ye lazy cunt." Paul muttered.

"Aye I needed some sleep."

"Yeah we all do but you don't see me napping do ye?"

John made a face and walked passed him over to me. "Hey."

"Hello Lennon." I said focusing on the guitar. Cyn finally let you come out to play?"

"Very funny. Look, I'm sorry we haven't spent time together alright? It's just..."

"I get it John. You want to please her. It's fine."

"Is it?"

I sighed and looked at him. "You're an asshole John. I don't even know why I put up with you."

"Were on in ten." Paul said walking passed us.

"I'm sorry alright? Look if it makes ye feel better, we didn't even do anything up there."

"And i'm supposed to believe you because?"

"Because ye know me Luce. Look at me."

I bit my lip and looked into his eyes.

"You know me." He whispered. I knew he was telling the truth. He lied to Cyn all the time. Not with me.

"Look John, bringing her was..."

"A mistake I know. Look she's made it clear it's just not for her. She won't be coming along anymore."

"Fine." I got up and walked over, handing Paul his guitar. I made my way backstage as John followed me.

"Lucy...I know you hate me right now. But let's just have fun tonight. Yeah?"

"We'll see." I said looking down. He sighed as Paul came in and announced for everyone to get on stage. I watched as John gave me a small smile and followed the rest out of the room.

I just wanted to run after him and jump into his arms. But I didn't. Let's have fun tonight. Fun we will have Lennon.

....

I went upstairs and changed into something a little more revealing. I wore a short skirt to show off my long legs, a low cut top with a coat over. I pinned my hair up to show as much skin as possible.

John just doesn't realise how easy it can be for him to lose me. Tonight, he was going to find out.

Cyn must have gone to bed cause she never showed to the after party. John was off talking to another girl, staring at me as I had my hands all over some guy from the crowd. He was quite sexy I had to admit. He moved his hand over my waist as I leaned into him.

"How about we get out of 'ere? So we can have a little more privacy." He whispered in my ear. I giggled and nodded as he kissed my cheek. I was about to kiss him when John interrupted us.

"Um, whats this??" He said annoyed.

"Whats what?" I asked innocently.

"This. Having your hands all over this bloke!?"

"Don't you have your own girl to please?" I smirked. I could tell his blood was boiling.

"Excuse us." He said grabbing my arm and pulling me towards the stairs.

"Ow for fucks sake John!" I yelled pulling out of his grasp.

"What the fuck d'you think you're doin!? What, trying to make me jealous!?"

"It sure worked I have to say." I smiled. He shoved me back against the wall and kissed me hard. I moved my arms around his neck as he lifted me off the floor, making me wrap my legs around his waist.

....

We burst through the door and hurriedly stripped our clothes off and made our way on the bed.

"Oh god John.." I moaned as he kissed my neck.

"You taste so good." He mumbled against my skin. I laid back as he moved between my legs, pushing himself into me. I gasped as he thrust his hips hard.

He kept this up as pleasure washed over my body. Our tongues moving with each others. My moans muffled against his lips. He pulled my leg up against his waist as he moved into me faster. The bed rocking against the wall. I leaned my head back, screaming out his name over and over again as he brought me to my release.

"John! Aaah!" I cried out as I dug my nails into his shoulders and came. He buried his face into my neck as he reached his own release seconds later. I was limp in his arms as he kissed up my neck, to my lips. I opened my eyes and smiled.

"Christ John you animal."

He laughed and kissed my neck slowly. I moved my fingers into his hair.

"I hate staying away from ye. It drives me crazy."

"Then don't." I whispered. He looked at me and sighed.

"It's not that simple now is it?"

I nodded as he wrapped his arms around me. "I still love you."

"I love you too Luce. With all my heart."

....

Three Day's Later

I sat at my easel, staring at John's empty seat. John and the guys took the day off from school to go to a small record studio to record a few songs. The money from the gigs a few days ago really helped pay for it. It was just boring here without him.

My thoughts were interrupted by someone tapping my shoulder.

"Hey um...can I borrow a brush? I seem to have forgotten mine."

I nodded and turned around handing it to him. He was gorgeous. I caught myself staring at him as he blushed.

"Are um, you new here?" I asked. He nodded.

I nodded and turned back around. I began painting again when I felt him tap on my shoulder.

"Can I borrow a red paint?"

I smiled to myself and handed it to him.

"Thanks."

I resumed my work and felt another tap. I laughed and looked at him.

"Can I ask your name?" He laughed.

"It's Lucy. Yours?"

"Stuart." He smiled.

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