A Man of Service A John Wick Fanfic

Chapter 15

T/W – smut, adult situations, drinking, swearing

Kate went back into the bedroom to finish brushing her hair and applying lotion to her body. All she could think about was that John was in the next room and it seemed that his feelings for her hadn't changed. She loved him so; she could no longer imagine her life without him. They could escape to Chicago and live quietly in the western suburbs. This is what he and Helen did. They lived quietly in New Jersey until all hell broke loose.

She heard the shower stop and went back into the living area to turn the champagne bottle in the silver bucket; then uncovered the strawberries, huge and red and dipped in dark chocolate, and the salad.

Returning to the bedroom with 2 forks and the salad bowl, she sat on the bed and waited for John to exit the bathroom.

The white mist of condensation appeared as he opened the door, then stepped out with a towel wrapped around his hips and rubbing his hair dry with another. It was then Kate saw his broad, strong chest, almost completely covered in dark, vicious bruises that ran down both arms.

"Jesus Christ, John," she said alarmed and jumped off the bed, approaching him slowly.

As she gently touched his bruises, he told her, "It's not as bad as it looks, Katie."

"John you need to rest to give yourself time to heal. These are deep bruises. You might have nicked an organ or two. You need a doctor...."

John pulled her into his arms to hug her. "I saw a doctor, baby. I'm okay. Don't worry."

"Well, c'mon and eat something at least," she offered, sitting back on the bed. John sat next to her and they shared the chicken avocado salad and piece of French bread.

When they finished, John took the plate and returned to the living area to put it back on the tray. He returned with 2 flutes of champagne and the chocolate dipped strawberries that he placed on the night stand. Turning off the lamp, he opened the sheer curtains, allowing the light from a full moon to fill the room. When Kate joined him at the window with her arm around him, he turned to get the champagne and handed one to her. They tipped the flutes together and took a sip, their eyes completely fixed on each other.

"I was afraid I'd never see you again," Kate whispered, holding him closer, her head on his shoulder.

"Don't worry about that, Kate. No matter what happens, I'll find you. I'll always find you," he spoke softly. "I love you, Katie, and if you'll have me, I'll be with you forever."

"I love you, John and I want to be with you forever."

John kissed her on the top of her head and Kate melted into his arms.

"More champagne?" John asked and Kate nodded. They walked arm in arm back to the living area to pour another glass of champagne.

When they finished their second glass, John took her back to the bedroom and led her to the large window. Reaching to the night stand, he took a strawberry and fed it to her, then popped the remainder in his mouth. John kissed her passionately, his tongue tasting her upper lip and Kate welcomed him again in her open mouth. He slipped the robe slowly off her shoulders and let it fall to the ground, leaving her only in a towel as he kissed her deeply and intensely. Hands began discovering each other's bodies, some familiar, some new, and together, they removed the other's towel then John led Kate to the bed.

He swept the comforter down the bed to expose the sage green sheets and Kate laid down, her arms outstretched for him. "C'mere, baby," she said playfully. "I'll make you forget your bruises...."