“…I think so too. Wait, he just walked in.” Bo glanced toward the
door as he heard it shut rather loudly. John didn’t even
acknowledge him as he pulled off his 8 point cap, tossing it onto
the computer desk.
“Phone’s for you.” Bo handed him the cordless, and walked into
the other room. John almost missed the smirk that pulled at the
corner of Bo’s lips.
Rolling his eyes only slightly, John took the phone. “Yea?”
“Hello sexy.” A deep voice he didn’t recognize came through the
other end. He furrowed his brow, as Bo had to hold in a laugh.
“Uhm… hello?” John cleared his throat.
“I want you soo badly…” The unknown female voice said once
again. John turned and looked at Bo who put a straight face on.
John held out his hands as if to say, ‘what the hell’? Bo shrugged.
Before John could say anything, Hope’s cheery voice came quickly
through the line. “…to double date with me and Bo tonight. You
need to get out of the house and if you say no or hang up on me,
don’t think I won’t come over there myself, mister,” she said
quickly.
Rolling his eyes for the second time in the past 5 minutes, John
lunged at Bo who jumped up from the couch and leapt over the
banister, leading upstairs. If he wanted to catch him that badly,
he could have, but he really wasn’t in the mood.
John held the phone in between his shoulder and his ear as he sat
on the coffee table. “Hope, I thought we talked about this.”
“Sure we did. But we never came to any conclusion,” Hope replied.
“Yeah, we did. I don’t want to go out. I don’t want to meet
anyone new. I don’t want to have a good time. That’s it. I just
want to sit around and mope like a fucking bum and gain 30 extra
pounds, get kicked out of the Marines and go live off Mom and
Pop for the rest of my life,” John said, exasperated with himself.
Did he really just spew all that stuff out?
“Well now.” Hope giggled. “Are you disgusted with yourself yet?”
John flopped back on the couch. “What time are we going out?”
Hope just smiled to herself and continued chattering away to
John before he eventually handed the phone over to Bo.
~
Bo teasingly whistled as John descended the stairs, his black
dress pants missing the jacket that went along with it. “Aren’t you
supposed to be ready?” John wondered, knowing for a fact that
Hope wasn’t here yet… because of the way Bo was currently
dressed.
“Nah, I’m going to wait until Hope gets here. She gets all feisty
when she finds out I’m not dressed the way she wants me dressed.
Then she’ll pull me upstairs and correct me for it,” Bo said in a
dreamily way.
John couldn’t help but smile. “You’re disgusting. Get a life.” He
buttoned up his light brown vest and went in search for his jacket.
“I’ll have you know, I have a life,” Bo argued as he made his way
into the kitchen. He opened the door and pulled out something
emitting a smell. He made a face, then shrugged and grabbed a
spoon.
“And how many times were you kicked out of the police
academy?” John asked him. “Oh that’s right, you’re banging the
commissioners daughter to keep your ass in it.” John snapped his
fingers together, making a point.
Bo looked thoughtful for a moment. “Yea, that’s right. I guess I
- But hell, I’m almost 20, so I still got to live a little. And don’t
lecture me, mister shiny shoes and well pressed uniform. Shouldn’t
you be out of the Marine’s already? You’re what, almost 21
yourself?”
“Its called graduating. And yes, I have. For about 9 months now.”
John slapped his hand against Bo’s forehead as he heard the
doorbell ring.
“That would be Hope. Tell her I’m waiting upstairs.” He waggled
his eyebrows and took the stairs two at a time. John waited until
he was upstairs before going over to the door.
“Tell me why I’ve settled for the younger brother instead of the
older one, please.” Hope eyed John like he was a piece of candy.
“Maybe I’ll just tell your date to forget it.” She smiled and stood
on her tiptoes as she kissed him on the cheek.
“Bo’s upstairs. By the way, where is my date?” John wondered,
looking over Hope’s shoulder, expecting to see someone else out
there.
“She’s running late so she’ll just meet us at the restaurant,” Hope
explained, making her way inside. “Bo Brady, you better be ready.”
She stomped up the stairs. John couldn’t help but smile… missing
his love. He thought of her and how they used to be together. So
carefree and loving like that. Not a care in the world. Then, they
hit some bumpy rocks along the road and couldn’t handle it. He
knew she was scared, that’s why she backed away and kept him at
arms length. Except she had been doing that for a few months
now and he was beginning to lose hope. He dropped his head
lightly when he heard his cell phone ring the “Bad Boys tune” from
the infamous “COPS” show. Thinking now, more than ever it
could be who he was thinking of, he ran for the phone, not
wanting to miss this call.
“Hello?” He almost yelled into the phone, almost out of breath.
“Bad timing?” Roman asked.
“Oh hey, Bro. No, I wasn’t expecting you. How’s Paris?” He tried
not to sound disappointed that it was his older brother instead of
his ex-girlfriend.
“It’s great. John, you would love it. So many women, so beautiful
out here.” Roman could tell he wasn’t in the mood to listen.
“John, hey, are you there?”
John watched Bo and Hope come down the stairs, holding hands.
“Yes, Roman, I’m here.” Bo immediately shook his hands, mouthing
‘no’. “Want to talk to Bo?”
“Yea, sure. I want to tell him…” Roman started when John cut
him off. “Uh, actually, Roman, Bo isn’t here right now. I’m
meeting them at a restaurant. I’ll tell him to call you,” John said,
hanging up.
“You owe me, big time,” he told Bo as they headed out.
~
“Where is she?” Hope looked around the crowded restaurant. Bo
tapped his foot impatiently as John yawned and glanced up at the
clock.
“Come on, Baby, can’t we get a table? John can wait for his date.
We’re never going to get a table,” Bo complained, watching as
another couple got seated.
Hope gave John a sympathetic look. “Go ahead.” John smiled,
making her feel better. “I’ll wait for my date, then we’ll find out
where you’re seated. Don’t worry about it.”
She smiled at him and squeezed his arm as Bo practically dragged
her to the table the waiter was leading her to.
‘Why are you here, John?’ He asked himself, looking around. ‘You
just got out of a relationship with the only person you’ll ever love.
The only person who you can see yourself marrying and having
kids with. And yet you’re dating again and you don’t even know
who the girl is.’ John shook his thoughts away. ‘Get a grip!’ He
yelled at himself, straightening his tie. “It’s not the end of the
world.” He told himself, feeling a presence behind him.
He turned and looked at the most gorgeous woman he had ever
laid eyes on. He stared in shock, taking her in. Her dress sandals
weaved around her slender foot, threatening to be covered by
the beautiful light purple gown that flirted with her ankles. His
eyes traveled up her body, trying not to stare at the top of the
dress that gave way to smooth cleavage. His eyes met her hazel
ones as he glanced up at her tanned face. All he wanted to do
was run his fingers through her blonde, silky hair, feeling it
against him.
“Or maybe it is.” He gulped as she grinned at him.
A smile came to his face. The first real one since they had broken
- “Doc? Are you my…?” He stopped short when he realized that
it wasn’t him she was smiling at.
“What? Huh? Oh, hello John.” Her eyes focused on him, and the
smile disappeared. He couldn’t mistake the annoyance playing in
her eyes. And a hint of something else… he couldn’t catch it as
she looked away from him. “I didn’t even realize you were right in
front of me.”
The frown replaced itself on his handsome features. “Oh… I…”
She was looking past him again. He turned and saw what had
caught her eye. An older gentleman, about 8 years older than
John was occupying a seat at the bar. “A little old for you, isn’t
he?” John asked sarcastically, still staring at the man.
“John, honey…” Marlena demeaned him. “Its called maturity. I
understand you wouldn’t recognize that.”
John spun around, facing her. “So, who is the Spick?” John tried
to smile sweetly even though he was angry. Marlena hit him in the
chest and then the arm quickly. “Stop it, John. You know what, I
don’t have time for your games. I have a date to tend to.” She
tried to walk past him, when he grabbed her arm lightly.
He leaned down, his breath hot against her face. She closed her
eyes, trying to focus. “I love you Baby. I always will,” he told her
seriously, then couldn’t help but smile as her eyes snapped open.
She yanked her arm from his grasp. He really meant it. With his
whole heart. In fact, he loved her more than life itself. They both
knew that. But he also knew that that would annoy the hell out
of her.
“Is there a problem?” A voice asked from behind. John swerved
around again and came face to face with the man who obviously
was a little bigger than he was.
Marlena stepped up to them. “Brian, this is my… friend John.
John, my DATE, Brian.” Brian held out his arm to Marlena and
she linked hers with his. John clenched his jaw, his heart aching
as she began to walk away. She didn’t remove Brian’s hand as it
rested on the small of her back.
Suddenly someone came up behind him and grabbed his ass. John
jumped about 5 feet. “Holy crap…” he yelped, turning around to
see Jennifer standing there. She smiled at him and shrugged.
“What are you doing?”
“Well, that’s no way to treat your date, is it?” Jennifer took his
hand.
“You’re my… you’re my… date?” He let out a laugh. This was
crazy. Jennifer? What was going on? He figured this night
couldn’t possibly get worse.
“Well, I’m starting to feel a little offended.” She crossed her arms,
but decided to hit him instead. She swung her purse, hitting him
in the shoulder. He stopped laughing and looked at her. “What
was that for?” He rubbed his arm.
“Get with the program John.” She squished his face in between
her hands, staring at him. “I’m only here to help you make Marlena
jealous.”
“Oh, time out.” John tried to pull away. “You and Hope set this
all up because you knew Marlena would be here? To try and get us
back together.”
“You catch on quickly. See, Jack and Abe are at some bar, Lexie
is out of town doing an internship at another hospital, so I
volunteered.”
“Why?” He couldn’t help but wonder.
“I may be in love with Jack, but you’re hot as hell. So…” Jennifer
saw the look of disbelief on his face.
“This is crazy, Marlena will never go for this.” He started walking
towards the door. Hope gave Jennifer a look and when she
noticed that they had caught Marlena’s attention, she knew she
had to go to all lengths to save John’s hyde.
“No honey, I would rather eat and do some dancing first before
we go. I’m not that easy, you know.” Jen stood in front of him
and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close to her.
John was surprised as Jen kissed him quickly. “Do you know how
long I wanted to do that?” She teased him, watching his face get
red. Before he could reply, she grabbed his hand. “Come on
honey, lets get a table.”
The night went on slowly, as Hope and Jen talked mostly the
whole time. Bo was just as surprised as John was, not knowing
anything about the situation. John could tell Jen was only
pretending… he just hoped that Marlena couldn’t.
“Lets dance.” Jen pulled him from his seat and to the middle of
the floor. “Jen, no one else is dancing,” John said, looking around
nervously.
“That’s what makes it so romantic. We can make our own music.”
She laughed, feeling how tense John was. “Think we’re making a
scene yet?”
“Oh, I think we got em.” John sighed. He quickly began to realize
all of the others who had also started to dance. Suddenly Jen
shoved him and he stumbled back, running into Marlena and
Brian. “Hey punk.” Brian took a step towards him. Jen intercepted
him as Marlena and John were left standing in front of each
other. When Hope bumped him, he stepped closer to Marlena so
that she had no choice but to wrap one arm around his neck, and
take his other hand.
“I’m sorry about earlier.” John leaned closer to her ear so he
didn’t have to speak too loudly.
“No you’re not,” Marlena replied shortly. As they danced, they
closed the gap between them, neither one consciously aware of it.
“I am. I was just shocked to see…” Marlena pulled back slightly.
“You were shocked to see me with another man, yet you’re here
with one of our best friends. Jennifer of all people?” She was
angry now. And so was John.
“Don’t be a hypocrite, Doc. We’re both here with other people.
Somehow that’s my fault?” She backed away from him. “We’re not
discussing this now.”
“Good, because I don’t want to talk anymore.” John pulled her to
him, crushing his lips against hers. He grazed his tongue against
her lips and she granted him admission. He softened his kisses, as
she pushed her hands on his chest, coming to her senses.
“What the hell is going on?” They parted completely, hearing a
voice boom behind them. “I told you to leave her alone, didn’t I?
Alright boy, you’ve asked for it.” Brian shoved John, then walked
outside.
Marlena slapped John. “Ouch.” John rubbed his cheek. “Doc, I’m
sorry.” He tried to catch her before she ran into the bathroom.
Hope and Jen immediately ran after her.
“I’m leaving,” John sighed, going back to the table to throw down
a few bills. Bo stood up. “Tell Hope and Jen thank you for trying
to get us back together, but its never going to happen.” Bo
patted John on the back and John walked out the door.
The rain was coming down in a hard downpour. It reminded John
almost of a waterfall. Shrugging, he walked out into the rain. The
big droplets soaked his hair and his suit as he walked out to his
Jeep. He searched his pocket for his keys when he heard a few
car doors slam. He looked up, the rain pouring down his face.
Squinting his eyes to see, he made out four men coming towards
him. One of them was Brian. And they looked none to happy to
see him.
“Whats up, Bub?” Brian asked as the other three chuckled,
grinding their fists into their hands.
John dropped his keys and clenched his jaw again. Brian moved
closer to him. “Don’t you think its wrong when some guy hits on
another guy’s girl? Where I come from, we teach boys like you a
lesson.”
The rain was coming down harder now and John had to keep his
eyes squinted unless he wanted a waterfall of water to crash into
his eyes. But he didn’t blink. He just stood there, surveying Brian’s
moves and keeping a watch on the other three guys too. They all
moved in closer, surrounding him. It all started when someone
pushed John from behind and Brian slammed his fist into his
face. John kicked him perfectly in the stomach, his Marine skills
coming in good use.
“Stop it!” Marlena yelled. “John, stop!” She was making her way
out of the restaurant. She sounded very angry and at him! But
for what, he wasn’t the one that had started the fight. “John,
don’t you dare.” Marlena made her way towards them. John
glanced her way, letting his guard down. He wasn’t going to kick a
man when he was down. As he started to walk away, he heard
movement behind him.
All four of them jumped on him, knocking him to the ground, as
they started to pummel him. John got up and fought back as best
as he could until he was hit in the face with a baseball bat, being
knocked to the ground once again.
“Hey!” Bo yelled, running out of the restaurant with Craig behind
him. Brian took Marlena’s hand and he and the other three stood
back.
The parking lot was soon becoming flooded and Bo and Craig
yanked John out from the puddle he was laying in. “I’m okay, I’m
okay.” John sat up, the water washing away the blood as it
appeared on his sullen face.
“Come on, lets go Baby.” Brian pulled Marlena with him.
“No.” Marlena pulled away from him. “The two of you can duke it
out over me. Kill each other for all I care.” She went to the end
of the sidewalk and waited for a taxi.
“Are you hurt badly?” Craig asked, checking out his face and
looking for any other wounds.
“No, I’ll be fine.” John stood up, straightening his posture.
“Are you sure?” Bo looked at John skeptically.
“Bo, I’m fine. I’ll see you at home.” John turned away, picking up
his forgotten car keys, as he made his way to the end of the lot.
“He looks defeated. I wonder if he’s hurt more than he lets on.
They did a number on him,” Craig speculated.
John arrived home. It was still pouring down rain as he hopped
out of his Jeep. He could feel the swelling of his face going down
a little.
He watched the pavement under his feet as he walked up the
walkway, pulling out his keys. Putting the key in the lock, the
door pushed open. It wasn’t even shut.
“Not again,” he sighed, slowly making his way inside.
Suddenly the lights flicked off and he was shoved roughly into
the door, slamming it shut the whole way this time.
His attacker spoke before he had a chance to defend himself.
“You want to work things out, we play by my rules.”
John stood still, pressed up against the door. He wasn’t
threatened at all by his attacker. When she walked away, he began
to breathe again, not able to do so before because of their close
proximity.
The apartment was pitch black and John soon figured out why…
when he heard the loud crack of thunder and saw the light blare
in through the windows when the lightning struck. He wondered
where his attacker had disappeared to, when his inquiries were
confirmed as he saw her make her way back to him, holding a lit
candle.
“Was that necessary?” he spoke finally. When she gave him a
quizzical look, he raised his eyebrow. “Did you have to man-handle
me and throw me against the door like a mad beast?”
She only rolled her eyes. “Get in the kitchen.” He watched as she
headed to the kitchen, the light finally disappearing. Deciding to
be stubborn, he stood there with his arms crossed.
“What for?” he asked, tapping his foot.
“John, get in here now,” Marlena said, clearly not amused and not
in the mood for his childish games.
“No. I’m mad at you.” He leaned up against the door, standing
firm.
“Mad at me? After you acted that way in front of my date?” She
didn’t believe that he was saying this. He started it, didn’t he?
From when she first walked into the restaurant, all he did was
ridicule her date, then try to separate them. ‘Oh don’t start
Marlena. You know you didn’t mind one bit.’ Yeah, well, she wasn’t
going to admit that to him.
“After the way I acted? If you haven’t noticed, your date and his
buddies kicked my ass.” He was reminded of the beating when he
felt the pang in his head. He lifted two fingers and touched his
temple, and felt the warm sticky fluid running down his face.
Marlena sighed. “John please come in here? I don’t want to fight.
I just want to look at your face.”
“Well that hasn’t changed.” He smiled, trying not to fall over
things as he made his way through the living room. He could
almost see her rolling her eyes as she flipped some hair behind
her. She would let out an exasperated sigh, trying not to let him
see her smile.
John began to see the light from the candle. He stood in the
doorway and watched her as she gathered some little things from
the first aid kit she found in the bathroom. The light from the
candle played off her face, showing off her smooth skin. “Are
you going to get over here or just stand there and gawk all night?
Hmm?” She asked him, turning around.
He shook his head and walked over to the island that stood in
the middle of the kitchen. Preoccupied with opening the kit,
noticing he was near, Marlena reached out her arm and gave
John a hard shove, sending him flying into the bar stool. John sat
and had to grab a hold of the island and brace himself… or he
would have been sent flying to the floor. “Ow,” he mouthed,
rubbing his chest. “Hey Doc, how about you take it easy on me?
You know I…” He shut up quickly when he felt the sting from the
peroxide making contact with his open cut. “Ow!” He said it this
time, his hand going up to put pressure on his wound.
Marlena beat him to it, pressing her fingers firmly against his
forehead. “Oh stop it, you big baby.”
“It hurts.” He continued to complain. Waving his hand in the air
to ease the burning feeling, he yelled out.
“Oh stop…” Marlena pushed his hands away, putting her lips to it
lightly without realizing what she was doing. She surprised
herself, but even more, John. He stopped complaining, and sat
there in shock as she pulled away. “Better?” She asked, pulling
back from him.
He gulped. “Much,” he managed to croak out. Marlena was glad
he couldn’t see the blush that rose up on her cheeks. “You’re
done. You can go now.” She turned away but he grabbed her arm,
pulling her in between his legs as he sat on the bar stool.
“Don’t…” Marlena began to protest, sensing what he was up to.
He ignored her and took advantage of her close proximity.
John grabbed on to her shirt, closing the gap between them. His
lips met hers softly, testing the waters. He kissed her slowly and
passionately, and then pulled back, waiting for her reaction. When
he saw her eyes boring a hole into his own, he resisted cringing,
wondering how badly she was going to kick his ass.
“Oh come on. You can do better than that.” She wrapped her arm
around his neck, almost pulling him off the chair as her lips
assaulted his, kissing him deeply. Their lips clashed as their
breathing became labored. John pulled her closer, probing her
tongue with his own. Marlena’s hand fumbled with the buttons on
his vest and white shirt. She slipped her hand beneath his
clothing, rubbing it along his hard abdomen.
“You know…” she said, latching onto his mouth again, her fingers
trailing through his short, almost black hair. “This won’t… solve…
anything,” she moaned, as he pulled her as close as he could,
letting her feel the bulge between his legs.
“Yeah… but…” He stood up, lifting her. She wrapped her legs
tightly around his waist. He started to walk from the kitchen.
They bumped into a wall, not seeing where he was going. Marlena
giggled… until John ground his hard-on into her. He continued,
“…we were always… good at this…”
John pressed Marlena up against the wall, moving his hands to
her long blonde locks. His lips played with hers, sucking at them,
then pulling back, going in for more. Marlena got tired of his
games and wanted more. She roughly latched her fingers in his
hair, pulling his face towards her as much as she could. Their
kisses were exotic and wild and Marlena couldn’t get enough of
him. “Oh mmhh…” Marlena moaned. She pulled back, dragging his
bottom lip along until she finally let go. His eyes were still closed,
dazed from what she was doing to him. She grinned at his
reaction, then whispered seductively in his ear, “Take me upstairs,
sailor.”
John could only nod, supporting her weight with his hands again
as he moved away from the wall. He cradled her aroused body to
him as he climbed the stairs to his room. He walked with her into
the room and Marlena kicked out her foot, slamming the door
shut. John put her down, letting her slide back down his body.
Sliding her hands up his taut chest, she slipped her slender hands
over his shoulders, pushing the fabric shirt off him. She relished
looking at his tight chest muscles, her eyes traveling down to his
8-pack and further. Leaning forward, she placed light kisses along
his chest, then down his abdomen. His aching member throbbed
against the fabric of his dress pants. Marlena got down on her
knees and ran her hand up his thigh, then grabbed onto him
through his pants. John let out a loud moan, letting his head roll
back onto his shoulders.
After she undid the buckle on his pants he pulled her back up to
him, kissing her again. He reached an arm behind her back, slowly
pulling the zipper down so that she could step out of her dress.
He stared down at her naked body in awe and took in the sight of
her. “No…no underwear?” he asked, not sure if he should be
turned on or appalled at the thought that maybe this had been
for Brian.
“Well, to be completely honest, I knew you were going to be at the
Blue Note last night. I just didn’t know with who. And I planned
on telling you that… I was going commando, but you made me
angry before I had the chance to make you drool,” she explained
in an almost hushed voice.
“So, you didn’t do this for the sake of maybe ending up with Brian
tonight?” He had to assure himself.
“Of course not. I wasn’t really all that interested in him anyway.”
She touched the bruise on his forehead again and he had to hold
back the gasp of pain that it brought to him. “You should really
get that checked out by a doctor.”
“I already did,” he said, leaning in towards her, tired of all the
talk. Running his lips down her neck, he caressed her breasts with
his hands.
“Oh John…” She moaned as his lips replaced his hands. She
locked her hands through his hair and guided his face.
In one swift motion, he lifted her and guided her to the bed,
settling in between her legs. “Mmmh…I want you…”
“So take me,” she replied huskily, spreading her legs further to
the side.
He positioned himself atop her as he felt her slender leg grasp his
pant leg and professionally slide it down his body. Freeing him, she
began to stroke him, then guided his tip to her opening. John slid
into her softly, opening his eyes to see if she was okay. Marlena
moaned out, not sure if it were because of pleasure or pain. “Oh
God, John.”
She began to move her hips, giving him the initiative to go ahead.
He pounded into her, then pulled out almost the whole way, only
to slam into her again. Marlena tightened her legs around his
waist, scratching her nails down his back as he drove her into
oblivion. “Faster, harder,” she screamed.
John obliged and let his fingers massage her clit, bringing her over
the edge. He continued to pump into her until he too reached his
climax. Their sweat mixed as John collapsed on top of Marlena,
both breathing heavily.
After a while, he lifted his head from her chest and gave her a
chaste, passionate kiss before rolling off of her. “Mmm…”
Marlena said tiredly, laying her head on his chest. She draped a
leg over his waist and fell into a peaceful slumber.
~
Marlena awoke to the loud, shrill rumble of thunder. She sat up
in bed, glancing out the window as the room lit up with blue from
the lightning.
She jumped as the thunder came louder, followed quickly by the
lightning again. It seemed to be even louder than it was before.
She always hated thunderstorms and this time was certainly no
exception.
This time the thunder hit so loud she could barely hear herself
think. “John.” She jumped and crawled toward his back that was
facing her. “John,” she whispered, frightened. “Are you sleeping?”
He mumbled, not turning over. “Yeah, Doc. Go back to bed.”
“John, its storming out.” She snuggled up to him, looping her
arms through his and played with his chest hairs.
He nodded his head. “That’s nice.”
“John…” She began to get that pouty tone in her voice. She
smiled evilly and slid her hand from his chest, down his abdomen
and let her hand disappear under the waistband of his sweatpants.
“Oh… Jenn…” he moaned. She pulled her hand back and sat up in
shock. Slapping his bare back she yelled, “John!”
He rolled over and gave her a sly smile. “Yes Dear?” He couldn’t
help but laugh at her expression. She was so cute when she was
angry at him and for the life of him he just couldn’t take her
seriously right now.
“That was not funny.” She hit him again. “I thought you were
sleeping the whole time.”
“I know.” He laughed again. “Oh, I’m sorry baby.” He pulled her
back down onto the bed. “You know I was only kidding.”
The thunder hit again and felt like it rumbled the whole house.
Marlena shook and John noticed, wrapping his arms around her.
He pulled her against his chest and ran his hand softly along her
back.
She slid her leg in between his subconsciously. When she felt the
hard bulge, poking into her leg, she lifted her head and raised her
eyebrow in his fashion. “Well, I’m sorry if I can’t seem to get
enough of you.”
“No you’re not. You enjoy every minute of it.” She straddled him,
grinding against him.
He let out a moan. “Don’t you?”
“You know it.” She leaned down, finding his mouth in the
darkness with her own. John bunched his shirt that she was
wearing up around her waist. He lifted her hips and let her slam
down onto him. “Oh, Doc…” He let his head fall back onto the
pillow.
Marlena ran her nails down his bare chest, rocking into him. She
tossed her head back as she moved her hips up, then pounding
down onto him.
John’s hands slid up to her breasts and kneaded them firmly,
pinching her nipples. He sat up quickly, latching onto one breast
with his mouth, sucking and pulling at the skin, scrapping his
teeth along it lightly. He gave the other one just as much
attention. Marlena began to go faster and John decided to help
her as he grabbed onto her hips, bringing her down on him harder
and faster.
“John…John…John…” Marlena said over and over.
“Yell it,” he whispered into her ear. “Yell my name.” He moved his
hands over her ass, rocking her into him. They both began to
reach their peaks. John yelled out, trying to stifle his screams by
kissing her. Marlena responded, slipping her tongue inside his
mouth and using it to suck on his. She felt herself get nearer and
nearer to the brink, and finally yelled out his name. “John!… Oh…
mmm…” she moaned, coming down from her high.
They both breathed heavily, leaning their foreheads together.
John pushed some sweaty hair from Marlena’s face. He laid back
onto the bed, pulling her with them and once again they fell into
their blissful sleep.
~
The next morning, John woke up to a dim, almost dark room. He
glanced at the clock and realized it was 9 in the morning. He
sighed contently, remembering he had at least another half an
hour before he had to be back at base.
“Doc, I’m…” He rolled over to see that she wasn’t there. Sitting
up abruptly, he looked around the room. Only his clothes littered
the floor and there was no trace that she had been there.
He fell back onto the pillows, disappointed. “It was only a dream,
buddy.” He turned onto his side and punched the pillow beside
him, hearing the crumple of a piece of paper. “Or maybe not.” He
mumbled, lifting the small, square paper.
John,
I’m sorry I had to tell you like this.
I wanted to wait until you woke up but
I realized I can’t look at your hurt face
when I tell you this can’t work. Don’t
you realize that this is all we will have?
The only thing we seem to have in
common is what happened between us
last night. I love you, I always will, but
I’m not sure how we can make this work.
I hope you understand and I’m sorry.
Love,
Marlena
John felt the tears burn his eyes as he crumpled the note and
threw it across the room. “No!” He yelled, tossing his pillow into a
lamp, sending it crashing onto the floor. He buried his face into
the comforter that bunched up around him as the tears came.
“No, Doc. I love you. Don’t run.” He cried, feeling in his heart
that it was really over. Despite what she may say, she really does
know him well and she was probably long gone out of town,
knowing he would find her and make her change her mind. That
realization hit him hard and he felt like his heart had been torn
from his chest. What now?
A few months later…
“Heyyy!!!” John yelled, as he looked at Abe while tapping Shane
with his duffel bag. “Heyyyy!!” He screamed louder, starting to run
after the train that began to pick up speed away from the station.
Shane and Abe picked up their duffels and chased him through
the station. John held onto his cap, hitching his duffel up his
arm, as he dodged tourists and kids who were hanging out.
John caught up to the train, struggling to keep up. “Stop!” He
knew no one could hear him, especially since he was behind the
train. He tossed his bag onto the train, then grabbed onto one of
the ladders. He turned and held out his hand to Abe and Shane…
who made it also. “Well, if that wasn’t something out of a movie,”
Shane chuckled, his breathing labored.
John sat, slouched against the back of the train. He looked up
and smiled when Shane and Abe started to laugh. “So how many
other best friends do you have that can get you into this much
trouble as I can?”
“Come on, let’s go give the guy our tickets before we get thrown
from the train,” Shane suggested, standing up. They deposited
their bags in the bag car and made their way to the front of the
train.
“Are you serious?” Abe asked under his breath. They walked into
the train car that was filled with crying babies, kids running
around chasing one another and mothers drinking tea, chatting
with one another.
“I’m outta here.” John turned, heading for the door to enter
another car.
“Where are you going?” Shane pulled on his arm. “All the other
cars are full. Sit.” Shane shoved him into a seat near the window
as he went to give the man their tickets.
John took his cap off and rubbed his face. Women loved this
uniform more than he did, that was for sure. He couldn’t
understand it. It was uncomfortable and he had to be so careful
to not drop something on it or wrinkle it. He sighed and rubbed
his face, eager to get off this train already.
Suddenly he felt a tug on his pant leg. He looked down and saw a
little girl staring at him with tears in her eyes. He looked around,
wondering where her mother was. ‘What am I supposed to do?’
John looked down at her again. “Hey, whats wrong?” he asked
softly, more calmly than he felt at the moment.
Her eyes got bigger and a tear streaked down her face, the only
one. John could tell she wanted to say something to him, but
when her mouth opened, no words came out. He scooted closer
to the edge of his seat. The little girl took a step backwards and
limped on her leg. She lost her balance and would have tumbled
on the ground had John not grabbed her first. Glancing down,
John caught sight of the deep cut on her knee, a trail of blood
flowing down her leg onto her sandals.
He furrowed his brow and got up from his seat. She interpreted
his intentions and immediately held her arms up to him. John
lifted her and she laid her head down to rest on his shoulder, all
those talks about not speaking to strangers forgotten. She felt
safe with him for some reason. “Where is your Mommy?” John
asked her.
She pointed over his shoulder. John turned around and came
face to face with the only love of his life; the one that had run
out on him only months before.
The Jarlena Journal 