Imagine mornings with Johnny

Sunday

Warmth. That's all you feel. Your head rests gently against his bare chest. His arms wrapped around your body. Your leg between his. You've never felt so peaceful, the soft beat of his heart and the gentle rise and fall of his chest lull you in an out of sleep.

The hotel room is large with abstract pieces of art hanging from its plain walls. Long sheer curtains delicately billow with the breeze from the open windows, and the sound of birds twittering lingers through the room.

A long shrill note pierces the air, causing Johnny to take a sharp breath and awaken. Again, the noise rings out. You let out a groan, burying your head further into his chest. He puts his hand against the back of your head and leans towards the bedside table, knocking over and empty glass in the process and quietly swearing. He presses the receiver against his ear, returning his head to the pillow.
"Oui, d'accord, merci," he says, stroking your hair absentmindedly.
You squint up at him, his eyes are closed and the phone is pressed against his head.
"Ok, envoie-le". He returns the phone to its stand.
"Send him up? Who?" You look at him,
"I have no clue, someone called Monsieur Page" he shrugs, taking a deep breath,
"You knows what that means?"
"What?"
"You have to get off me."
"Nooo!" You protest burying your face in the nape of his neck. He holds the back of your head for a moment before kissing the top of it and rolling you off him.

You let out a groan as you feel his weight lift from the bed and your squinted eyes follow him round the room. His front, beautifully toned in the soft light of the morning. You watch as he pulls on his trousers and starts looking around for his shirt, studying the floor, eyes darting around the room until they land on you.
Fully aware that you're wearing his shirt, and he needs it, you snuggle deeper into the bed, closing your eyes and letting out a long breath.

"I'm gonna need that." His voice is suddenly beside you, so close that you can feel his breath tickle your cheek. You look at him playfully,
"Do you?" You suppress a smile, looking down at yourself and then back to him "I think it suits me."
His dark eyes study your face, and then your body, a slight smirk pulling on the corner of his mouth.
"Give me my shirt," he speaks slowly and carefully.
You lean towards him, antagonisingly close until there is less than a few inches between you...
"Make me."

A loud sharp knock raps at the door. Johnny's head whips round to look at the door. he looks at you thoughtfully, tongue in cheek before lunging towards you, wrestling you against the bed. You fight back, defending yourself by crossing your arms across your chest and kicking your legs about.
Another knock cracks through the air.
"Just a minute!" Johnny shouts frantically pinning you down against the mattress. His legs are either side of you and his arms are holding your shoulders.
"Are we doing this the easy way or the hard way?" He asks, looking down at you smiling slightly but trying to stay composed. You look down his body, raising an eyebrow...
"The hard way," you say trying to hold back a giggle.
He struggles with you, trying to retrieve his shirt when you finally decide to relax and let him undress you, his eyes lingering on your body before removing his weight from you and buttoning up his shirt. You pull the duvet back over yourself, pouting at him.
He chuckles to himself as he walks round the corner to open the door.

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