'39 - A John Deacon FanFiction

Chapter 14 - Again

Warning: SMUT (18+)

Notes: Hello everyone, I know I've been MIA for a long time, but I have had absolutely no motivation to write for some reason. It's not that I have writer's block because I have the entire story written down in shortened notes separated out by chapters. I just haven't wanted to write them out for some reason. So, if I become irregular with chapter uploads, that's why. Anyway, enjoy!

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The entire day was absolutely lovely. We sat on the couch together and watched a whole bunch of movies. And when we wanted to, we would stop the movies and just talk to each other. Talk about each other. It seemed to have become our favorite topic.

I would sit on the couch with my legs thrown across his lap. Softly playing with his hair as he would talk or watch the TV. It was so soft and mesmerizing that I couldn't help myself. His hands would rest on my knees or thighs while his fingers would rub back and forth comfortingly. His soft touch left goose bumps on my skin and sometimes would make me shiver.

I got up at one point to go to the bathroom and when I came back, his legs were spread wide as he had relaxed further into the couch. Mesmerized by what was on the screen. I smiled before walking around the other side of the couch. He smiled at me and straightened in his seat. But, instead of taking my place with my legs across his lap again, I decided to straddle him. Slowly sitting on top of him and making sure my weight wasn't crushing him.

He gently laughed when he realized what was going on. His hands taking their place on my butt cheeks. Softly laid there and not really moving. While my arms wrapped around his neck as he looked up at me.

"You know,...as much as I love watching movies, I think I might want a repeat of this morning," I teased with a smirk on my face.

"I could go for that as well," he cheekily answered. I looked outside and realized how dark it had gotten. Granted, it was pretty late, but it had still shocked me. It seemed like the last time I looked out the window, the sun was blinding. But, I guess that's what I get for watching movies all day. I turned back to John.

"Good," I smiled before diving in and planting a couple of kisses on his neck. Eliciting the smallest moan from his lips. I guess it was more of a hum than anything. He tilted his head to the side to allow me some more access. I kept kissing him as his hands began squeezing my ass. Taking handfuls of it and grasping as hard as he could. Each time, I would gasp lightly into his skin. Allowing my chest to heave up and down in excitement.

I started to grind down on involuntarily. I could feel him, under me, slowly getting harder. It just made me want him even more. At one point, he pushed me off a little and I looked at him. A little confused and expecting him to tell me to stop.

"How about we go to the bedroom? Couch sex is great, but it's not very comfortable." I giggled and nodded. Grabbing his hand and dragging him into the bedroom with me. I shut the door behind us and I started taking my clothes off. Eager to get in bed with him. I threw my shirt and shorts to the ground before Deacy interjected. "Hold on, love. Let me help," He walked over to me and pulled me into a passionate kiss while his hands worked at my bra strap.

It became undone and I let it fall to the floor. Pressing myself against him as we kissed even harder. He turned our bodies so I could lay down on the bed. He pushed me down and my body flopped onto the cushiony material. A little shocked at his dominance. When I looked up at his eyes, there was a new emotion behind them. The last time we did this, I was pretty sure that emotion was love. But, that wasn't what was there now. There was something different. It took me a couple of seconds, but I finally figured out what it was. Lust.