Devoted (John Shelby)

Part 3

A/N slight smut warning, it's not too detailed and it may be cringe, sorry in advance.

John and Cynthia had gotten extremely close, she loved the way he'd always greet her with a kiss or when they are close by each other,  they'd always have a hand touching or them just holding hands.

This one particular morning, John woke Cynthia up by kissing along her collarbone and to her cheek. "Morning," she said sleepily, opening her eyes slowly to look at her husband. She moved her head to the side when he tried to kiss her mouth, seeing his confused and slightly hurt expression she explained, "I'm going to brush my teeth and then we'll carry this on"

"You know I don't care about that," he said, trying to grab her waist to pull her back into bed but she was already standing up and walking towards their bathroom. Begrudgingly, John followed and brushed his teeth, too.

Cynthia got lifted off of her feet and carried to their shared bed, she wrapped her arms around John's neck and pulled him into a deep kiss. He moved her so that her legs were around his waist as he sat down on the bed.

Cynthia started to grind slightly on his lap and John groaned, "Thea."

"That's a new one," Cynthia giggled as John started kissing his way down her neck. "I like it."

Cynthia could now feel John's erection rubbing against her, both moaned out before capturing each other in a blissful kiss. John's hands went toward the top of her nightgown and undid the top, it falling down revealing her top half.

Even though the pair had been married for several weeks, this was the most exposed she'd been to John, this was also the most intimate she'd been with another person.

"You're beautiful," John groaned, kissing his way down to her breasts, Cynthia moaned louder as he touched one. Cynthia unbuttoned John's shirt before discarding it onto the floor.

"Dad? Our Helen's done a wee in the bed again," Jack or James shouted.

They both carried on, ignoring the child, "I'll be there in a minute, mate." John told the child.

Suddenly, the bedroom door burst open and a person walked in. John went and covered Cynthia's body by pulling her chest-first into him, he also grabbed his pistol from the bedside table. Cynthia quickly pulled together her nightgown in embarrassment, John didn't look too fazed about the situation.

"John? I told you to keep the doors locked," Tommy stated, "I could've been anyone. Now get dressed," He then picked up a couple of John's clothing items and threw them at him. "We're doing it today."

"Doing what?" Cynthia questioned, looking up at John.

"Not important," John told her softly.

"Make sure you're done fucking by nine," Tommy said before starting to leave.

"You should learn to knock," Cynthia told Tommy.

"It's not a day for knocking," Tommy replied before disappearing from their sight as he closed the door.

"Should we carry on?" John asked.

"No, Tommy's ruined it," Cynthia said, getting off of John's lap and towards her wardrobe. She noticed he still had an erection. "Honey, you may want to fix your problem before you leave," she giggled before picking out a dress.