Celeste’s face was bright red, she hesitated but slowly leaned forward and stuck out her tongue, "good girl," John chuckled and Celeste shuddered, his words sent shivers down her spine. The way he talked to her, the way he did everything with confidence and the husky tone of his voice made her wet in ways Matt never could, the more she tasted his body, the more she craved it.
All John could see was her short hair dyed in a gradient of teal and red and a disturbing thought crossed his mind. It looked like a muppet was blowing him. He resisted a chuckle and decided to focus on the feeling.
Celeste swirled her tongue on John’s skin, tracing it along the contours of his toned abs and his sharp abs. Celeste looked up and locked eyes with John, her face was flushed red and her breathing heavy.
She could feel his hard member pressing against her chin and the musk emanating from it was making her lose her mind. It was calling to her and she wondered what it would taste like, what it would feel like in her mouth. She had never seen one so big. In the end, curiosity and lust got the better of her and she aimed for it with her tongue out, but the sound of the door creaking stopped her in her tracks.
Matt stepped into the house and Celeste panicked, she stood up and her stomach twisted when she saw her husband’s smile.
It was over. There was no explaining her way out of this one, she was caught red-handed. She closed her eyes, resigning herself to her fate and then turned towards John, but there was no one there.
Her thumping heart calmed down and she took a deep breath, she couldn’t believe John was able to disappear in plain sight like that. He had to have some sort of skill.
Matt walked towards her and hugged her, Celeste hugged him back, but she felt nothing. Matt’s touch had no effect on her. Her mind kept wandering back to John’s touch who was now gone somewhere.
From the tall buildings across the street, John observed with a smile on his lips. Things were certainly not going as he had planned, but it was interesting. He vanished from sight and returned to the base.
As he stepped into the lounge, Dalia greeted him with a smile and a tray full of brownies.
"John, I baked some brownies, try them," Dalia said with a smile and John grinned, "thanks, Dalia, I’m starving."
John grabbed a brownie and bit into it, he savoured the flavour and turned towards Dalia, "great job, this tastes amazing," he chuckled and ruffled her hair, causing Dalia to blush, but she still smiled.
John summoned drinks from his inventory, which remained at the same temperature as they were when stored. John had no knowledge of the specifics of his inventory, but it was certainly handy.
As they sat down to eat and chat, Julian glared at them. Dalia had broken up with him and here she was, all chummy with that bastard John.
He seethed with anger but held it in, Julian scoffed and returned to his room, slamming the door shut with force. Dalia sighed and John frowned, "ignore him."
Dalia sighed, but still smiled, she grabbed a brownie and stuffed it into her mouth, John laughed, "slow down, the food is not going anywhere."
Dalia giggled and the pair finished their meal, they chatted for a while before they retired for the day, but there was still a heavy atmosphere in the air, Julian was not going to give up Dalia so easily.
John thought he should feel frustrated, but it’s how it should be, isn’t it? He should fight hard only to still lose his girl in the end.
The next day, John woke up at dawn and trained for a while, he didn’t bother Julian or Dalia, he enjoyed the silence and serenity the early hours brought and relaxed, he returned to his room and decided to check on Celeste with his Web of Whispers.
"Of course, she’s watching movies. What a nerd," John chuckled and his lips curled into a smile as he saw the almost drained battery. Celeste would have no choice but to agree to another ’chat’ if she wanted that battery recharged.
John showered and prepared some snacks, he knocked on Celeste’s door, smirking mischievously as Celeste reluctantly opened the door for him.
She looked a bit hesitant, but she still let him in, she led John to the lounge and the pair sat down.
"Did you enjoy my gift?" He asked teasingly, but she misunderstood.
Celeste’s nostrils flared and her brows furrowed, "T-that... that was a mistake!"
John smirked, "so you don’t want me to recharge the tablet, then?"
Her eyes widened and her cheeks turned red as she realised she had misunderstood.
"O-oh... yeah," she stammered and handed him the tablet and power bank.
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She thought he would want to talk about what happened between them, but John seemed to have no intention of doing so. Somehow, his nonchalance bothered her. She was going to stop him if he wanted to talk about it, but now that he seemed oblivious, she began to think about it herself.
She couldn’t stop thinking about his chiselled chest or the wine incident, the memories played inside her head and she would often lick her lips unconsciously.
John stored the tablet and power bank in his inventory and turned to her. He handed her a glass of wine, but this time it was an expensive cocktail he had found on his hunts, it had the appearance of a dark chocolate mousse martini and Celeste raised an eyebrow, "how did you get this?"
John chuckled mysteriously and raised the glass, "cheers."
Celeste frowned, clearly dissatisfied with his noncommittal answer, but she sighed and took a sip. Her eyes widened as she savoured the taste, it was truly exquisite.
"Do you want it?" John teased.
"Yes! Please."
Celeste reached out towards the bottle, but John pulled back, "it’ll cost you."
She frowned, "what will it cost?"
"Just a kiss here," he said, his index finger resting on his lips.
"No!" She exclaimed immediately, her cheeks flushed red.
John smirked, "too bad, suit yourself."
"Wait!" She called out and hesitated.