'39 - A John Deacon FanFiction

Chapter 13 - Time Together

Warnings: none really, just some talk of sex and some language

Notes: I'm back!!! At least, I hope I am. I am so sorry for keeping you guys in the dark. School has been really hectic these last few weeks, but this is my last week and I am almost finished with everything for this semester. I will, hopefully, be writing more in the summer so the story will continue. If I do need another break for any reason, I will tell you in the announcements on my profile. Love you guys <3

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I woke up the next morning with my face still nuzzled into the crook of John's neck. His arm was lazily wrapped around me. His cheek resting against my temple as his soft breaths fanned over my hair. My arm was around his waist. Laid there lightly. Our legs were wrapped in each other's and our bodies were completely tangled together. I loved it. The warmth of each other blending together in such a way that we couldn't tell where one person stopped and the other began.

When I realized just who I was cuddling up against, I let my eyes flutter closed as my body melted into him again. A content smile creeping across my face. A couple of minutes later, I felt John shift next to me. He grunted softly and began to stretch himself out. Taking his tangled legs away from mine. He also released me to stretch fully before bring his arms and legs back to their original positions. I giggled at his actions.

"Good morning," he hummed as he placed a lingered kiss in the middle of my forehead.

"Good morning," I repeated. A goofy grin spreading across my face. He tucked some hair behind my ear and out of my face to see me better. "How did you sleep?"

"Best night I've had so far," he said in a gruff morning voice. "The bed was nice too," he joked. I giggled at him and tried to get as close to him as possible. His arms pulled me close at the same time as our chests became flush against the other person.

There was silence for a little while. We couldn't see the other person's face, but we knew they hadn't fallen asleep. We just liked being in quiet, peaceful silence. It wasn't awkward at all, but understanding. But, there were questions rattling around in my now awake brain that I had to ask. Things I had to know.

"How long has it been?" I asked. I pulled away from him to see his face. I almost whimpered at the lack of heat on my body. Pulling away from him was difficult, but I wanted to know. "Since you've wanted to do this, I mean." I pointed my finger between the two of us and talked with a laugh to my voice.

"Oh," he laughed back. He looked up at the ceiling as he thought. "A while now," he began. "I guess if I had to pinpoint the first time I had feelings for you, I would have to say the store when we bought all those clothes for me to wear while I stayed here." It still was strange to hear him say that he had feelings for me. To hear it come out of his mouth and knowing that what he was saying was meant for me and only me was new and exciting. And yet terrifying all at the same time. But, the good kind of terrifying, if there was such a thing.

"That was like the second day you were here," I smiled back at him. He nodded.

"What can I say? I guess I fell quickly." He shrugged a little as he talked. I laughed and he kissed my forehead again. "But, I'm happy you feel the same way." I closed my eyes and reveled in the kiss on my forehead. "What about you?"

My eyes shot open. Thankfully, he couldn't see my face since I leaned in for his kiss. What the hell am I supposed to say to him? I thought. I can't just tell him everything now. He would think I used him if he knew everything that I knew. I can't explain to him that I have been waiting for this moment for 6 years. I have to make something up, and quick!