Krii7y Oneshots :)

{Ready}

  "Hey, John?" I question the man who is currently lounging on my couch.

  "Yes, my good sir?" he replies, laughter follows as he turns to look at me. I walk over to him, taking a seat on the couch as well. "What's goin' on?" he asks, fixing his posture.

  "I, um... well, I wanted to talk to you about something." I murmur, fiddling with my fingers. I look down as he takes his feet off of the coffee table.

  "You didn't kill anyone, did you?" John gasps before chuckling, he could never stay serious for long, even if it was for a bit.

  I raise my head, hitting him softly with my hand. "This isn't a joke, John!" I scold him, watching as his expression shifts to one of concern.

  "Alright, alright, mood killer." he lifts his hands to surrender. My patronizing gaze never falters as he drops his hands by his sides. "I'm sorry, Jaren. What is it?"

  He takes my hands in his to stop my nervous jitters. I sigh, rolling my eyes at his half assed apology. "You- um, you remember when we agreed not to..."

  "To what?" he asks, softly rubbing his thumb across my skin.

  "To, uh... I don't know how to say it, John." I stutter, the words struggling to leave my mouth. Talking to John was never an issue with me. We could discuss almost anything, but here I am, thinking about the almost part. "We- we both agreed not to do anything because I'm not ready?" I say, using particular emphasis on some words to try to get him to understand.

  He nods with a small smile, "... to have sex? Yeah, I remember." he states with ease.

  I was always jealous of the way he could talk so smoothly. It really wasn't fair when it came down to things like this. Things where I'm a shaking mess and John is nonchalant as ever.

  "Y-yeah, that."

  "Why, what's on your mind?" he asks again as my face heats up. It's one of the telltale signs of my embarrassment. A sign that John could read effortlessly.

  "I, um, I think that I'm- I think I'm ready... to do that." I mumble, my face feeling white hot at the moment.

  "What?" he examines my facial expression, seeing no fault in my emotions. He releases the grasp on my hands, leaving me free to cover my face with them. The awkwardness was getting to me, I should never have opened my mouth. "Are- are you sure?" he asks in an undertone.

  I do nothing but nod, my words would most definitely fail me at this moment in time. John takes his hands away from my face. I try desperately to avert his gaze when he gets close to me.

  "For me to do anything, you gotta say yes." he states aloud, cupping my cheek with his hand.

  I grab his other hand, squeezing it softly for reassurance. I snake my other hand up to his shoulder, rubbing the fabric of his shirt with my thumb. "Yes, John. I'm ready." I say, trying my best to muster up the courage.

  The excitement in his eyes was something I had never seen before as he brings me in for a quick kiss. It's soft and sweet, just like any other, but there's a small spark that I just can't shake away.

  Lust, I believe it's called. I smile as we pull apart, wrapping my arms around his neck as we delve into each other once more. This kiss was filled with much more heat than the last, like John actually needed me to survive.

  We huff, chests heaving as time goes on, with John slowly unbuttoning my shirt. The room begins to heat up as we break apart for John to yank off his sweatshirt, only for us to smash our lips together in haste.