"Are you sure you don't need help?" Johnny softly asked.

"Johnny, yes, I'm fine. I'm nearly finished."

"Well, you'd finish faster if I helped you."

I rolled my eyes and turned my head towards him as we both giggled.

He took a few steps forward, at the same time walking away from the little island in the middle of the kitchen, approaching me. I couldn't stop my grin when he hugged me from behind, nuzzling his nose in the back of my neck.

I wonder if he does it just because he does it, or he still remembers damn well that this way of doing it has me in a chokehold, screaming and crying mentally, to be exact. This time was no exception of course, and I wanted to melt as soon as he started planting butterfly kisses all over my skin.

I still wasn't used at all to his touch, to us being a thing, to him walking around and kissing me, hugging and just showing so much affection in general. I never thought something like this could ever happen.

I couldn't really touch him back as my hands were wet from the water and a little bit of soap was still present here and there. I was nearly done with washing the dishes, but I don't think I can make it that far with an impatient Johnny.

"Wait just two more minutes," I started. "Or.."

"Or what?"

"Or I'll smear this water all over your face." I said, nodding my chin at my hands.

He chuckled mockingly, apparently not believing my words. "I dare you."

In less than a second I turned around with his hands still on my belly, and attacked his cheeks, then his forehead, wiping my fingers almost all dry.

He immediately closed his eyes tightly and let go of me. I was kinda disappointed by this part, actually, but the guy asked for it. I fell into giggles while he tried drying his face with his sleeve, but some of it still remained in its place.

By his face expression I could tell he very much wasn't expecting that, which made me wanna make fun of him even more.

"Oh, you sassy little.." he started and I couldn't even try to run away from him, as he caught me and had no mercy in tickling the sides of my belly. And I mean it, I had to slowly slid down to the floor out of that powerless feeling you get when someone tickles you, and soon enough he was hovering over me as I got a bit teary-eyed.

"Stop, wait," I breathed out and he smiled slowly until you could define it as "grinning from ear to ear". Cruelty, laughing at me while I'm fighting for every little breath. I loved it, however freaky that might sound.

He did, in fact, stop, but pinned my hands above my head with one of his. When I slid my gaze from his bicep down to his forearm until seeing the jewelry on his wrists, noticing all the tattoos and eventually the veins that were now pretty much visible, I felt my lower belly almost vibrating. I don't know if it was like that for both of us, but it definitely made me wanna arch my back like a cat and let him do whatever he wants to me.

Gosh, if he only knew.

"I demand full freedom," I stated, battling him in a staring contest.

"You promise not to get me dirty again?" he asked, smile playing on his lips. I swear, if he keeps me waiting any more like this-

"No."

I looked up into his dark eyes, that shone somewhat differently now, only for a quick moment before he leaned down and kissed me deeply, to which my body reacted on its own, trying to remove the short but paining distance between us.

I lifted my head a little to kiss him back, and at the same time he brought his other hand to place it around my throat. Not squeezing or anything like that, yet he made my belly go horribly wild inside without even touching it. I don't know if it's a bad or good thing that he has such influence on me. But it's huge.

We broke the kiss, both looking towards the kitchen table, where the hellish device rested.

But Johnny didn't seem to care much as he didn't let me go at all, instead he moved down to kiss on my neck, suck, but not too hard, lick and then blow on it to make me shiver.

"Aren't you gonna answer?" he asked in a low voice, knowing damn well what he is doing, and that it makes my brain melt and pour through my ears at the moment.

"Son of a.." I bit my lip to stop any sounds, especially the unwanted whimpers when he moved down to my collarbones.

The phone eventually stopped ringing.

I lifted my head a bit from the couch as I saw Johnny coming back from the kitchen, holding a bowl of chips.

Once he put it down on the living room table, I beckoned him to lay down like we were doing before he, reluctantly, stood up to get the extra food. I opened my legs a little wider as he, with a shit-eating grin on his face, got in between them and put his head not on my upper chest, but directly on my boobs.

It was boiling hot since it's the middle of June, and I was laying only in a sports bra and shorts. Johnny wore a tank top instead, though I don't think it's necessary at all. God, I love that now I can think freely whatever worshipping thoughts I have because we're together.

It's been over a month since he asked me to be his, and I've never been grateful for anything more. That's why I tried to show it as much as I could when buying him a gift for his birthday, that was not more than a week ago. I was kinda anxious, but in the end I think he absolutely adored it, guessing from the look in his eyes, but you never know about someone that's a great actor. Not like I had any basis to speculate that he didn't like it, I just like to think about every little possibility.

We didn't throw a big party, though, it was more like just group of friends and lots of calls with birthday wishes on that day. But we mostly wanted to spend it together, in that little bubble we created. We did nothing recently but talk, smoke cigarettes, watch old movies and live our lives, far, far away from the world and press.

I could tell he was much more happier and not stressing, and I like to think it's because of that small lifestyle I- or we could easily get used to.

Like I was saying, he laid his head directly on my boobs, sighing contently.

"You do realize they're not pillows?" I asked, organizing his hair a bit.

He hummed, as in reaally?, apparently not caring too much about that part.

"Oh god, again?" I whispered, localizing the phone under the pillow I currently laid my head on.

"Maybe it's something important after all?" Johnny murmured.

"Now you care?" I fired back and noticed a proud smirk appearing on his lips.

I shook my head a little and looked at the still ringing phone, seeing that it's Elsie. Suddenly the dots in my head connected. Right, we're going to Berlin in few days, she probably wants to explain all the details to me.

"Hello?" I answered, staring right at the white ceiling.

I felt Johnny shifting from his place, and soon his big hands on my either of my thighs, immediately making me have goosebumps.

"Well, look who's decided to pick up?" I heard Elsie on the other side of the phone, hearably annoyed. "Why didn't you answer earlier?"

"I- uhm, I was... cleaning. Yeah, vacuuming. I didn't hear the phone." I lied. One more thing, still nobody knows about me and Johnny. They just think we're hanging out more because we always did it. But no one has a clue we're a thing now. Even Elsie.

I looked at Johnny to see him scan my inner thighs with his eyes, then meeting my gaze with his, slowly planting a kiss there while still looking at me.

"What the hell are you doing?" I only mouthed to him, so Elsie wouldn't hear.

Geez, what kind of mood was he in today?

"Sounds kinda suspicious, but fine. I'm calling to tell you about Berlin. You're going on Friday." she continued.

"Gre-" I started but sharply inhaled when I felt that sexy bastard biting down on my inner thigh and then sucking gently. Oh, for fucks sake, couldn't he find a better timing for making hickeys than when I'm talking over the phone? (Not any big complains involved.)

"Are you ok?" she asked and I could see her frown from here.

"Mhm!" I hummed as in positive, trying to encourage her to just speak, instead of accidentally finding out I have someone here making hickeys on my thighs.

I tried my best, but Johnny seemed like he couldn't get enough. He sucked all over the place, making me sometimes gasp and cover my mouth with my hand. I tried my best, but I could die from the pleasure, and the stressed-excited feeling coming from the awareness of him being so close to *that* place.

"Listen, would you like me to call again later? I don't wanna interrupt anything."

I got a little caught up in the sensation of his hands gently roaming my thighs and how hot he looked. But I woke up as soon as what Elsie said reached my actual brain.

"You're not interrupting anything-" I gasped suddenly, again, as Johnny found some weird but extremely sweet spot, which made me jump a little in my place once he sucked there. He giggled quietly and kissed some more, making my lips curve out a smug smile. My hand wandered down to his hair, partly trying to move him away so I can talk and partly to keep him right where he was. Conflict of interests.

"Yeah, you know what? I'm gonna send you an e-mail with everything needed. Have fun with whoever you're with right now. Bye."

She hung up, not even letting me answer. And I think that's a good choice since my brain is melting, for the second time today. I put the phone down and lifted myself up a bit, gazing at Johnny, meeting doe eyes looking up at me innocently.

I shook my head, "What the hell was that?"

I noticed his lips were moist, and there were literal bruises on my both inner thighs. I smiled, even though I tried to at least seem a bit mad.

He shrugged his shoulders, moving up until our eyes were on the same height.

"Thought you'll like it." he mumbled.

"I did, I-"

He kissed me on the lips, shutting me up. I slowly laid back down with him on top of me, smiling uncontrollably and squeezing his shoulder playfully.

He returned the smile, pulling away and looking me in the eyes. And, quoting, I swear that right now, right this second, we were infinite. Unspeakably infinite.

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