A Man of Service A John Wick Fanfic

Chapter 25

T/W – a long chapter, but all smut, all the time.

Kate sat in the plush chocolate colored chair facing out through the living room window into the dark Chicago night. It had turned cold during the day but she avoided turning on the heat by layering her clothing and covering it all with a green fleece jacket. The mug of hot tea she held warmed her cold hands and thick fluffy socks covered her chilled feet.

She was just about to go over to the thermostat and kick on the heat when she noticed a shadowy figure hobbling up her driveway. It seemed like an older man, hunched over with his hands shoved deeply into his coat pockets. Kate stepped away from the large picture window and went back into the dining room to turn the thermostat up. She had no intention of answering any knock on her door at 10:00 at night.

As she filled the tea kettle with more water, she ate some of the plump red grapes that sat in a bowl on the kitchen counter. When Kate turned to get another tea bag from the cabinet, she jumped back and gasped at the man standing in the doorway. Neither one moved for several long minutes.

"Kate...," a raspy voice emitted from the man. "Kate, it's me."

She stared at the figure before her as he removed his coat and lifted his face to her.

"John?" she replied hesitantly, only taking one step forward.

He nodded, otherwise remaining motionless.

It was when she looked into his eyes that she knew it was him, knew that he had finally come back to her. John opened his arms, took another step forward and Kate immediately bolted toward him, throwing herself completely around him. Lifting her off the ground, he spun around, holding her so tightly she almost couldn't breathe.

As he gently placed her feet back on the floor, his hands melted around her face, kissing every inch of her skin. Cheeks, eyes, forehead, nose, chin, over and over until she was nearly dizzy. John leaned back and gazed into her eyes, seeing the love he had hoped would still be there. A long, relieved sigh escaped from him as his body relaxed for what seemed like the first time in weeks.

"John....," Kate whispered as her hands slipped to the back of his neck and into his hair. "Baby..."

She eased him forward until their lips met lightly, quietly, as if she was afraid he would disappear if all the emotions she felt came out.

As if he knew what she was feeling, he kissed her again. "It's okay, Katie. It's me. It's okay now."

"It's okay now?" she searched his face.

He nodded, softly smiled and hugged her, rocking her soothingly back and forth in his arms.

"It's all over. I'm here. I'm here forever if you can stand me for that long."

She smiled and looked in his eyes. "I love you. And I've missed you. Missed you so much..."

"I love you and missed you too baby...," he answered, his hand around the side of her face.

John leaned down to kiss her as his hands travelled down to her lower back and Kate's arms wrapped around his neck. Soft, delicate kisses turned hungry and intense as their passion for each other reignited and became real again. John pressed Kate's hips into his groin as her open mouth embraced his deep, penetrating kiss.

John leaned back and Kate quickly helped him remove his shirt, tie and t-shirt. In swift moves, Kate's various layers of shirts were pulled over her head and tossed to the ground, mixing with John's clothes. As she began to curl back around him, deep, dark, angry purple and red contusions spread across John's chest came into her view.