Let's Make Up

Different

As soon as Fox left, John brought Molly to the bed again and took her shirt off. She had only put it on because Fox stayed to share some of the pizza and she felt a little awkward without it, even though she'd been open with her body earlier. He inspected the fresh ink and started kissing her around where it was taped up. His hands found their way to her breasts and he tried to not let them touch her new tattoo. Kissing his way down, he toyed with their peaks and let his mouth please her.

She inhaled sharply and writhed under him.

"I can't believe you got a tattoo for me." He said, admiring what was under the plastic.

"Well I can't believe how cool you were about it and that you moaned in front of my friend." She replied, obviously very flustered.

He kissed her chest again and gave her a massaging squeeze. "Don't take this the wrong way, I was not attracted to your friend at all, but I was getting pretty worked up just seeing you get your t**s pushed around by a woman. I didn't think I'd ever actually see something like that in person."

"Oh really?" She asked with a smirk, "Should I call her back?"

John unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down.

"Then I'd have to share you and I think I've waited long enough tonight."

Molly immediately started blowing him and he groaned while grabbing her hair. She was sucking like he was a desert oasis and she'd been thirsty for days.

"Whoa... Molly, slow down..." John sputtered. "I dont want to c*m yet."

She removed him from her mouth and looked up at him with big eyes. "But, if you do me then my boobs are going to bounce too much and my skin is so raw there right now."

He growled. "I should've f****d you earlier. How long until it's healed?"

"A couple weeks maybe?" She told him, regrettably.

John fell backwards onto the bed and groaned with displeasure this time.

"You've haven't given me head like that before... I hate to admit it, but you are a little different here. I mean, just earlier today you were nervous about wearing a shirt that didn't go to your neckline, and here I come back to you naked with a girl practically feeling you up. It's been a crazy day already."

She laid beside him and played with his hair.

"I was being gross earlier saying I could call her back here, but Fox is basically like a sister to me, so no need to focus on that. I'm sorry if you're a bit overwhelmed though. If it makes you feel better, because it will rub too much, I won't be wearing a bra for the entirety of the two weeks."

He turned to look at her.

"Even at work?"

She nodded at him and shivered as he traced his hand down her side.

"Ugh, that's hot." He told her. "Do you... still feel like continuing what you were doing earlier?"

Molly slid herself down and licked the length of his erection, then took him in her mouth again. She put in her best effort and felt relief when he finished.

"Oh man, my jaw was getting sore." She laughed as she rubbed her cheeks.

John apologized, then thanked her, and asked if she wanted him to touch her as well. She told him she loved him, but that after getting the tattoo and having such a busy day, that she was really tired, so John turned on the tv and made sure she was comfortable in his arms. Molly took off her pants and fell asleep on his chest, hoping the rest of the weekend would be more normal.

John looked at the sleepy woman and felt that when she was in Lakeway, despite her appearance of nerves, she was more comfortable. In the city she gave off a sense of overcompensation and fake comfort and he didn't know why. This was what she warned him about though, having spur of the moment plans and hyperactive friends who had a 'too close for comfort' type relationship with her. He felt a little bad for adding a proposal on top of her venture back to her old life, but also fell asleep, praying she knew that he only had the best intentions and just wanted to be with her all the time.

The sun was shining brightly in through the hotel's pale curtains and onto John's face. He rolled to get out of the golden beams and cuddle with Molly, but he only turned to find an empty side of the bed. He lingered, thinking maybe she was just in the bathroom, but after waiting to try and listen for the shower, he realized she wasn't in the room at all. He got up and almost walked past her silhouette outside on the balcony.

She turned to look at him as she heard the door slide open.

"Hey, baby." She said sweetly.

John smiled at her. "Hey, yourself. Good morning, beautiful."

He had a quick shiver while still shirtless in the crisp morning air and saw her pull the blanket, that was wrapped around her, a little tighter.

"Are you not dressed under there?"

"No, but no one can see me up here." She told him.

"It's cold, will you come inside?"

Molly stuck a bare foot out from under the blanket and got up from her position that had her knees pulled in close to her body. She took care to keep the blanket locked around her so that she wouldn't reveal herself to the open city below them.

"What were you doing out there?" John asked while watching her loosen the grip she had on the fabric, and letting it slip down a bit as soon as she was back inside the room.

She brought her body next to him and buried herself into his chest. "You're so warm."

He held her close as she rested her head against him and listened to his heartbeat.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

"I don't know, it just seems a little weird being here with you." She said, making him feel disheartened.

"You'd rather I not be here?"

"No... I'd rather us both just be somewhere else. I thought I'd feel different being in the city again, but nothing has changed." She tried to explain.

"Some things have. You're my girl now and we don't ever have to come here again. We could leave right now and it wouldn't matter."

Molly shook her head.

"No, after everything is done, then we can leave."

John was worried and it showed on his face. He hoped she knew what she was looking for and that it wouldn't end up affecting their relationship. "What if, when you see him, you remember why you were here for so long in the first place?"

"I love you." She said, speaking into his chest. "But I don't know."

He kissed her, knowing the feeling of her lips was everything he always wanted. They stayed like that for a while, kissing each other lightly and lovingly until she heard his stomach growl. He laughed at himself for ruining the mood and she told him that she'd take him to a nearby café.

"Oh my God. Johnny, look!" Molly exclaimed while pointing at the baked goods in the cafe's display cabinet.

"Which one am I supposed to be excited about?" He asked, smiling at her enthusiasm.

"They have ganache tarts! It's a sign! Remember my first night at your place, we watched that food channel and there were chocolate and raspberry tarts?"

John nodded and continued smiling.

"Wow, yeah I do remember that. This one also has pistachios on it."

She ordered one to split with him, as well as some breakfast items and coffee.

"This is incredible." She said while closing her eyes to exaggerate her point.

"Well, I'm happy we got to try one finally, now you can make them at home, right?" He asked in a hopeful tone.

Molly laughed at him and said she still couldn't get over how he was one to indulge in sweets.

"I don't know how you stay so hot with all the junk you eat."

"Hey, now. You eat the same things I do!" He said defensively.

She rested her head in her left hand and smiled at him. "I guess we must be lucky then, right?"

For the first time she could think of, Molly could swear John was blushing.

"Why are you looking so flushed, baby?" She asked.

"You just look so good. And with your hand up, showing off your ring, I just... you're right, I am lucky."

Molly blushed back at him and he felt that she was more like her regular self in that moment.

"Let's go for a walk, we can finish our coffee while we're out." She said, tucking her hair behind her ear.

"Sure. Aren't you supposed to meet up around noon? Should we pick up your supplies or is the place close by?" He asked.

Molly frowned.

"Crap, I can't believe I didn't realize how late it was. We should go get my makeup bag and brushes. We can walk over after though, it's not too far."

John took her hand and also frowned. "You don't have to do this if you don't want to. Any amount of closure you might get doesn't really mean anything, does it? What difference does it really make when you've already said you'll marry me?"