𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜 | 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬

John Shelby - Prosecco

You had always loved weddings. The joining of two families and two people who loved each other with everything they had really touched you. It really did and you couldn't help but wonder if maybe one day you'd find the same thing.

You watched your family friend twirl in her husband's arms, somebody who you couldn't even remember meeting but knew that you were close enough to be invited to their wedding. You weren't complaining though, you would uphold any excuse for a party, absolutely anything. You applauded and beamed at the newly wed couple, the ecstatic and passionate glow vibrantly beaming off the two of them.

You looked down at your empty champagne glass and headed to the the mini bar, pouring yourself a glass of Prosecco.

"They say that three glasses of Prosecco will have you on the floor. I'm impressed, love." A strong Brummie accent stated from to the side of you. You smiled lightly, his smirk being able to be heard in his comment. You grinned and gave him a lopsided grin, checking him out discreetly; he was hot. He was wearing a three pieced suit with a white delicate rose in his blazer and his hair slightly ruffled from the moisture in the room. You couldn't help but smile when his perfect sky blue eyes glimmered with yours.

"Hmm, is that right? What if I'm a girl that can handle her drink?" You stated, a teasing tone set on your tongue. "Then I'll be even more intrigued." He smiled, his eyebrows raising at your flirty comment. "I can't say I'm disappointed." You spoke, your eye lashes battling as he instantly shot his eyes to you, a wide and mischievous grin playing on his lips. You lifted the glass of sparkling alcohol to your lips and sipped softly, your eyes never once leaving his. "Can I offer you a dance?" He stated in a posh mockingly way, straightening his shoulders out and extending his hand. "You don't even know my name." You stated playfully, challenging him with a smirk and a raised eyebrow. "Then let me earn it." He smiled, accepting your challenge while gesturing to his extended hand. You let out a soft giggle and placed your hand into his warm soft palm. You watched all the people turn their heads as you let him lead you to the dancefloor, all the couples spreading apart so that you and John could dance. He stopped and placed his hand on your waist and cupped your hand in his while you gently rested you hand on his shoulder and let him lead you through the dance.

By halfway through the song, he had you giggling as he dipped you down and then twirled you in his arms, your silk dress brushing past your thighs and around his legs as you did so. You went back into your previous positions so that you were face to face and you looked deeply into his warm eyes. "So, what's your name?" He whispered, his hot breath fanning across your lips. "Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N. Yours?" You breathed, your heart fluttering at how close you both were. "Pretty name for a beautiful lady. John. John Shelby." He stated while keeping the same tone of voice; quiet and settling. You instantly recognised the name and saw a flash of regret and panic flash across his face. Almost like he was worried that his family business was going to put you off. You smiled cheekily, you have always had a thing for the bad boys. "Mhmm, so you're a bad boy and a gentleman. How lucky am I?" You mocked playfully, watching as a broad smile took over his lips as he relaxed, glad you didn't care what his family did for a living. "Come outside with me and you'll find out." He flirted, motioning to the doors before looking back at you and winking. "It's cold tonight." You teased as you pouted. "I'll keep you warm." He added with a cheeky grin before he interlinked your fingers and pulled you off the dancefloor. "Oh, I don't doubt that you will." You smiled and leant into his hand as he moved a strand of hair from your face.

You let John lead you outside and smiled a bright warm smile when he took off his coat and placed it over your shoulders, smiling at how good you looked in it. "You look good in it." He spoke admiringly. "Fetish for women wearing his clothes. Noted." You winked and watched him laugh. He looked beautiful as his eyes turned a deeper blue and his face creased with happiness. "No, love. Just a fetish for you." He breathed and stepped closer to you, taking your hand in his. You looked up at him and leant up, hoping he was thinking what you were. To your fortune, he read you perfectly and leant down to you, locking your lips together in gently and caring kiss. It was over before it had started but you were glad non the less. "I want to do that again." He breathed against your lips, his hand deep in your brunette locks. "Then do it." You whispered and watched as he smiled, leaning in again and kissing you harder this time. You moaned softly when he moved you against the wall and slipped is warm tongue into your mouth. The two of you pulled away when you heard laughter and footsteps coming towards you. You looked up at each other, biting your lip to stop you from laughing while they walked past. You gently cupped the nape of his neck and played with the short shaven hairs before you pulled him back down to your lips.

You knew from the first time his hand touched yours that you were meant to be, it was only a matter of time before you were experiencing your own wedding with John; the love of your life.

authors note - PeakyShxlbys this one's for you. I'm so grateful to have you in my life. I love you and although we're so many miles apart, you're the best. So, this one's for you. I know you absolutely ADORE John so I hope you enjoyed. Thank you for all the support you give me and all the kindness you show towards me. I've never met anyone with such a caring nature and such a pure heart. ❤️