Bloodstained Love Bite

17: Best Friends

The Temper Trap – Soldier On

 Omg listen to this song with the ending of this chapter.

(mistakes I apologise)

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Waking up the next morning, he hadn't imagined how... Great it would be finding Amy wrapped around him.

For the last five minutes, he watched the flitter of emotions cross her face as she so obviously dreamed. Her full sinfully shaped lips twitched into a frown and her eyebrows furrowed the slightest. 

John was, in a way, horrified at himself for calling her so late last night because he had a nightmare. He'd had them many times but last night Amy had featured in them. He'd found her lying in her own pool of blood whilst his evil, sadistic, bastard of a maker cackled to himself about her being, 'a waste' instead of it being Arabella. He saw her face on the bodies of his sisters and mother.

He thought it'd been real. He thought he was too late again so he called her. Never in a million years would he think little Amy would invite him over.

He trailed a finger along her cheek and down her neck, parting his lips as she quietly released a breathy moan. His fingers continued its line along her bare arm and he gazed at the slow goose bumps rising on her skin. She was so oblivious to her beauty that it almost frustrated him. If only he could show her. He wanted her to see what he saw. 

He leaned forward hesitantly and pressed a soft lingering kiss to her lips. He wrenched back to watch the way her eyelids fluttered open only for a second before closing again. Her palm was rested lazily above his heart; it twitched.

John tested her again this time teasing her, smiling triumphantly against her mouth when her hand above his heart lightly stroked toward his neck. 

He gripped her waist loosely at first until he felt her hesitant but soon confident retaliation as her tongue slid over his in that leisurely pace she took whenever he initiated a kiss. Something he admired her on. Because although she was shy on the outside, whenever he kissed her it disappeared almost immediately.

She knew just how to touch him; knew how to drive him mad.

Her hands slid across his collarbones, along his neck and into his hair gripping him closer. 

And suddenly he was on top of her but not on his own accord. She had spun and turned so mischievously that he ended up between her legs barely holding his weight off her as she dreamily sighed against his lips and mumbled, "I'm not dreaming am I?"

He chuckled. "Nope. And good morning to you too."

Before she could reply, he claimed her lips once more and stroked his hands along her sides. Lust was battling with his good nature to consume him and take her with him. Her body twitched beneath his and he moved his mouth along her jaw to the side of her neck. Her pulse was padding against his mouth and for a moment he kissed and licked along the prominent vein almost staring at him. 

Amy's breathing hitched the slightest and he felt his body react immediately to the way she wriggled against him. 

Lust, passion... Thirst.

For a moment he paused to regain his composure. It'd been more than a few days, he wasn't too bad. But with the way her heart was beating a mile a minute and the way she pressed against him all of his senses were clouding and his vision was blurring.

"You really need to shave," She joked completely oblivious to his control. 

What wasn't helping was the fact she had moved from his kisses and started trailing the smallest of pecks along his jaw and neck.