One Shots

"Hey, you almost ready?"

"You clean up nice. New suit?"

"Yeah, you like it?"

"Oh, very much so." I turned to kiss him and he turned his cheek, gesturing to my hair and makeup situation. "How much longer?"

"Five minutes?" I asked, smiling at Johnny through the mirror. He rolled his eyes and nodded, leaning up against the door. I fluffed my hair again and tugged at the tie on my robe, shrugging to let it slide off of my shoulders. He cleared his throat behind me, eyes trailing down my back and settling on my behind. "You alright over there?"

His Adam's apple bobbed with a hard swallow and he bit down hard on his lip. I couldn't help but smirk as I bent down to adjust my stockings. I took the chance to tease him, sliding my hand along the seam in the back, a dark like sliding over the curve of my leg and stopping just below my panties. The silk was smooth on my skin and goosebumps quickly rose in the cool air.

"That tie looks a little tight."

He cleared his throat again and tugged it loose, righting himself before he took a step closer. I leaned towards the mirror and arched my back, giving him a view as he reached out to touch me. His fingers were rough on my waist, sliding up to trace the underside of my bra. His hips came to rest against mine and I rolled my body against him, feeling him harden behind me.

"Baby, you're so... fuck. Your skin is so soft."

I set my hand on top of his and pushed it to explore more of my body. Standing upright, I threw my hair to one side and leaned against him. His teeth grazed my shoulder and he kissed my neck softly. I felt his warm breath and melted into his grasp.

"Johnny?"

He spun me around and hummed, taking an eyeful before setting an arm on either side of my body. Pinned against the counter, I took a deep breath before hopping up. John took the chance to slip between my legs and pull me into a messy kiss. I ran my fingers through his dark curls, my nails on his scalp for a moment before I pulled hard.

Groaning against my lips, he lost his composure. Quickly tugging off his jacket and tossing it towards the door, he pulled me closer. I slid my fingers up his back and over his chest, quickly working the knot on his tie. It slid from around his neck and I took it's place, an arm on each shoulder and my fingers in the curls at the nape of his neck.

"We're gonna be late baby." I cooed, letting my head fall against the mirror. His hands slid up my thighs as he tucked his head between my breasts. The stimulation, the excitement in the air, was enough to get me off then and there and he slipped his fingers in my panties. "We- we can't do this right now."

"Who fucking cares?"

"You're getting an award tonight-"

"Who fucking cares?" He repeated, voice muffled against my chest.

"John," I started, pushing hard to get him to step back. His eyes were hooded and his cheeks flushed. "John, we have to go tonight. I'm sorry for starting this but-"

"But we have to go, I know."

He rubbed his face for a second before taking my hand to help me down. I landed hard and took his chin in my hands.

"I'm sorry Johnny. Can we pick this up when we get home?" He nodded and I stepped into the closet, grabbing my dress out of a garment bag and stepping into it. "Can you zip me up?"

He obliged and pressed another kiss to my shoulder, running his hands down my body and over my hips. I mumbled a quiet 'thank you' and he nodded.

"Hey baby?"

"What's up?" I slipped his tie around his neck and began to tie it, taking my chance to brush his cheek gently.

"You look beautiful tonight. And you never have to apologize for starting anything."

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Notes

So many cliffhangers and almost moments... I'm sorry. I'm painting a house and it's hard to get in the mood on a paint high.

Gon' get dirty again soon.