A Man of Service A John Wick Fanfic

Chapter 16

T/W – smut, adult situations

John pulled himself up onto his arms and smiled at Kate, kissing her sweetly, then rolled over onto his back. Kate curled up into his arms, her head on his shoulder and he pulled her in tightly to kiss her hair.

"Why did we wait so long?" Kate whispered in the darkness.

"Because it was going to be too hard to stop," he whispered back to her, his hand soothing her hair.

Kate tipped her face up to him. "Does this mean we don't have to stop....or does this mean we are just going to have a painful goodbye?"

"Katie, I wish I could say goodbye. It would be better for you. You know I'm not free. I'm tied to something that I don't want you to have any part of."

"John, you don't know about Winston....," she said urgently, lifting herself up on her elbow so she could see his face.

"What about Winston?"

"The reason he shot you was to prove to the High Table and Anthony that you were dead so we could get away. He knew you had a bullet proof vest on—that's why he shot you dead center. The plan wasn't for you to fall over the ledge, but to prove to the adjudicator that Winston shot you and also Winston could tell Anthony that you were dead."

"Who told you that?"

"Winston," Kate told him. "Anthony was going to put a contract out on you....and me, I guess."

"Putting a contract out on a civilian is strictly forbidden..."

"That's why Winston told Anthony that he would kill me himself," Kate said. "As of right now, Anthony is back in Vegas and thinks we're both dead by Winston's hands."

"Are you sure you can trust Winston? He has a spotty history of not telling the exact truth."

Kate leaned in and kissed John's cheek. "I trust him."

"So Anthony is taken care of...what about the High Table?"

"Since no one can produce your body...it's a little up in the air."

John thought for a moment and replied, "Kate, I have to take you back to Chicago. You'll be safe there while I take care of some business. I'm going to try to get my freedom back and also make sure Tortorelli won't bother either one of us again. It' the only way we'll be safe."

"You have to talk to Winston," Kate said, laying back down and nuzzling his neck. "He can help us get away."

"I'll talk to him but I don't want you any more involved than you already are. It's dangerous and deceptive. You need to go to Chicago."

She began kissing his neck and stretched her leg across his. "But not this very minute, right?" she asked seductively.

John laughed lightly. "No. Not this very minute."

They made love until the moonlight through the window turned into the soft orange hue of pending dawn. Before falling asleep in each other's arms, exhausted and happy, John said, "I love you, Katie."

"I love you, John," she replied sleepily.

When John woke, the room was comfortably warm provided by the sun coming through the window. He imagined it was late morning, maybe noon and he felt hunger pangs...hunger for food, hunger for Kate. He was spooned against her, curled tightly around her naked body, the smell of her perfume bringing memories of a night he would never forget.

He admitted to himself that he had fears of thinking of Helen when he was with Kate, because these 2 women were the only women he had ever loved. Affairs with co-workers seemed to come and go without the love and deep commitment he felt for Helen and Kate. He had fallen in love with Helen over an extended period of time, nourishing a friendship with her before their love affair began. With Kate it happened quickly, completely and had him off balance from day one but he now knew that accepting and believing in Helen's love gave him the freedom to love Kate and took the guilt away that he felt initially.