You, every time.

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Warning: this chapter contains sexual content, skipping this content will not hamper your understanding of the storyline and if you wish to do so, the final paragraph does not contain any sexual content. Happy reading!

Monday the 4th of March

She was barely inside his apartment when she was being pushed up against the door. Her back was slammed up against it and Johnny began running his lips all down her throat and navel.
"Johnny," she quietly whimpered his name as his hands grazed up the sides of her hips. They touched her bare skin and it felt as thought it was on fire. She buried her fingers in his hair and ran them down the back of his neck, until he made his way back up her navel and all the way to her lips .
"Johnny," she repeated his name, pushing him off slightly so Maeve could see him clearly.
"Yes love?" He pressed his lips gently to hers between his words.
"I thought I should probably mention that the hotel I was staying didn't have a shower," he immediately retracted his hands from her body and gave her a slightly repulsed look,"...or bed sheets," this made the man recoil even comically further, "I had to sleep under my jacket on a mattress that was somehow both damp and dry at the same time,"
"Where were you staying?" Johnny asked in an incredulous tone.
"The one star Holiday Inn up the road," she replied.
Johnny nodded his head, "Yeah well that makes sense actually," causing her to chuckle slightly.
"Do you mind if I shower first?" She placed her hands on his upper arms and gently circled with her thumbs. Maeve was revelling in that fact that she was allowed to touch him.
"Well," he walked towards her slowly, "What if we kill two birds with one stone..." Johnny leant in, pressing his lips to her ear, "and I join you on the shower?"
Maeve's eyes widened in shock and surprise at his words.
"Really?" She murmured and a blush spread over her cheeks at just the thought of him taking her in the shower.
"Yes really," he pressed a kiss to her cheek and then her lips.

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Johnny pressed her up against the wall of the shower. Hot water was tumbling over both their naked bodies and the room was steaming with it. His breathing was laboured and Maeve could feel him between her thighs.
"Johnny," she whimpered, pushing forwards slightly towards him but he tugged back.
"Turn around," the commanding tone his voice possessed was like nothing Maeve had ever heard. She obeyed immediately. Johnny knelt down and picked up a bottle of body wash. Very carefully, he squeezed some out and placed his hand on her shoulder. Maeve felt her breath hitch from just his touch. A silence hung in the air between them, only punctuated by the hiss of water and its patter against their skin. At an achingly slow pace, he ran his hand from behind down her shoulder and arm, and then clasping her waist and massaging her hips. It was causing the sensation in her core to get more and more urgent. Then, Johnny very patiently took the shower head and began to rinse off the body wash. It felt as though his speed was torturously slow, and that her skin was on fire with the lightest touch of his fingers. He brought the shower head lower and lower, until it was hovering over core.

"Turn around," he whispered in her ear. On shaky legs, Maeve managed to face him. He smashed his lips against hers, the sensation of water still pressing against her most sensitive bud.
He pushed her up against the wall - hard. The cold of it compared to heat of his lips was jarring. Reaching down, he pulled one of her thighs up almost to his chest and supported her body easily.
"Is this okay?" He whispered against her lips.
"More than okay," she replied with a light smile. He pushed into her. The movement wasn't slow or jerky but smooth and perfect. Maeve threw back her head a moaned, she felt Johnny smirk against her neck when he placed a kiss there.
"You like that?" He said in a low tone. Maeve nodded and whimpered slightly, "Words, Vee," he prompted.
"Y-yes, you feel so good," she just managed to stutter out.
"Do you want more?" He asked her.
"Oh yes," she whimpered and Johnny quickly obliged her request, thrusting inside of her at pace. One hand was holding her up at the hips, whilst the other was grasped onto her thigh. Maeve, in a world of pleasure, moved her hands onto his back and then up through his hair. It was almost too much, the feeling of him filling her over and over again like this. Reaching between them, he took her bundle of nerves between his fingers and gently massaged it. Maeve had never had sex like this before - it had never felt so divine, so real and raw before. He kissed up her neck again, and then along her breasts.
"Johnny I'm getting closer," she whispered against his ear. To her surprise, he smiled, and then grabbed her other thigh. Maeve gasped as she was thrown up so her legs were wrapped around his waist. He placed her up against the wall once more and pushed straight back inside of her. Maeve's head fell onto Johnny's shoulder from the pleasure of it all. The heat of the water and steam intermingling with the heat of their bodies. Johnny's hand was rubbing her centre again.
"Baby, please," Maeve gasped out, "I'm going to-"
"Do it," Johnny pushed himself right up against her core and she let out a deep moan as she came. Maeve saw stars for the best orgasm she had ever experienced. Her hands found Johnny's back and clung to it. The thrill of it moved through her blood, pulsing in every part of her when she moaned out his name over and over again.
Johnny found his release soon after, head titled back in ecstasy. Then, his thrusts began to slow and all that was left was their foreheads, pressed together in the steam of the shower. Johnny smiled and pressed a small kiss to the tip of her nose.

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Tuesday 5th of March

They had climbed out of the shower and dried each other off using fresh towels. Then, much to her pure delight, instead of spending another night of that wretched sofa, she was under his covers. Maeve wrapped herself in Johnny's arms so that his torso was flush with her back. The girl had fallen into a deep and easy slumber, the first of many days. When she awoke the next morning, sunlight was flitting through the bedroom curtains and castings it's rays over her eyelids. They flickered open and she became aware of Johnny's absence, the space in the bed beside her was cold an empty. Maeve felt a sudden spike of fear. Had he left? Had he run away for fear of committing to her? She quickly sat up and swung her legs over the side. It was then that the bleary girl clocked the note on the wooden bedside cabinet. Picking up the scrap piece of paper she ran her fingers of Johnny's hastily scrawled handwriting. She had always told him his handwriting was impossible to decipher, but she had secretly trained herself so that they could pass notes in class when they were at school together all those years ago. Her eyes scanned over the words:

Sorry to run out on you love, I had a job interview with a new estate agents but I wanted you to sleep in after last night.
Meet me tonight outside of the Italian place on Richard Road at 6pm, I've made reservations.
Johnny x

Maeve felt a smile spread on her face, so wide that it almost hurt. But she had never felt so full of joy than she did in that moment. In her mind, she was already planning out each possible outfit she could wear, every way she could style her hair. Maeve had an afternoon shift at the bakery but she was would finish by four and have plenty of time to prepare for her date with Johnny Goodman. Simply thinking those words brought a blush to her cheeks.