You, every time.

Word count: 1500

Saturday the 23rd of March

Maeve was pulling clothes from her shopping bags and tossed them at all angles onto Johnny's bed. She had taken the up-coming wedding as an opportunity to do some shopping. Since the fire, she had been living off of what clothes had survived - some of those had even belonged to her mother, such as the Burgundy blouses she left behind when she went to America. Now she was trying to frantically decide which of the three formal dresses she had brought she should wear to the wedding that afternoon. Running her hands through her blonde hair she let out a frustrated sigh and surveyed her choices. Johnny certainly wouldn't be too pleased when he saw his bed had become her personal styling rack, but he wasn't supposed to be home from his interview with Sturges and Sons for another half an hour. Perhaps she should just wear one of her old dresses. Wading her way through shopping bags, Maeve went to Johnny's wardrobe where she stored a few of her old clothes that had survived the blaze. The woman flicked through the assortment with her fingers: tank top, black jeans, mini dress-. Her movements halted on a yellow scarf. The material was soft and well-worn beneath her touch and she ran her fingers over it before picking it up. It smelt of her mum. Maeve pressed it to her face and it was almost like hugging the woman again. Things had exactly been the same since she had come-out to her parents, but that didn't mean that memories of her childhood stopped flooding her dreams. Her mother used to scoop her up, and Maeve would bury her face in that yellow scarf that was always scented with her perfume. Not anymore. The garment was just the remnant of a past that refused to be forgotten. Maeve tossed the scarf into the back of the cupboard and turned back to the bed.

Perhaps trying on the options would help her decide. Maeve pulled the deep blue dress off the bed, inspecting the large floral pattern and low neckline. Walking to the full-length mirror, she pulled off her top and jeans which left her in her underwear. Then she carefully stepped into the dress and pulled it up over her body. It hugged her figure quite well but the plunge of the neckline didn't exactly complement the shape of her breasts. At least I won't have to wear a bra, she thought. Grabbing a pair of beige heels from one of her shopping bags, she threw them on her feet and did a few spins in front of the mirror. It was then she realised that the dress zip had gotten stuck - it was still halfway down her back. Maeve tried to stretch to reach it over her shoulder but to little avail.
"Fuck," the word rang out through the bedroom. It made her turn in surprise but she sighed with relief when she saw who was standing in the doorway.
"Oh Johnny," she gasped, "you scared me for a second there. I thought you were an intruder and I'd have to beat you to death with my heel,"
Johnny was wearing his suit from the interview, not yet changed ready for the wedding. He had undone his top button in the car however and shrugged off his blazer so he was holding it in his arms. He didn't seemed to have registered a word the woman had said. His eyes were trailing up and down the slopes of her hips and the curves of her breasts, then all the way down her legs. Johnny made a low noise on the back of his throat that was almost inaudible, causing the girl the smirk.
"Could you help me with the zip?" Maeve turned back towards the mirror and gestured to her back. Wordlessly, Johnny made his way over to her. Even in heels, Johnny was still a couple of inches taller than her, so she could feel his breath fan of her neck. Maeve's throat hitched slightly. Slowly, Johnny ran his hand down from the sides of her neck to his shoulders. Then, he took the zip and very delicately pulled it up the rest of the way. However, when his work was done, Johnny didn't move away from her, he simply stood behind the girl. Not quiet touching her, but just letting his fingers play above the skin of her exposed spine.
"Jo-Johnny," she murmured.
"You look divine. You should wear heels more often, Vee, you look like a fucking model," Johnny said in a low voice against her neck. Being this close to him yet not quite touching him was driving her insane. His next movement almost pushed her to madness - he began to press soft kisses onto the nape of her neck, sucking slightly. She hoped he wasn't leaving hickeys but secretly Maeve almost wanted them there.
"We need to go soon, baby," she whimpered, the words holding not an ounce of power. Almost in response to the statement, Johnny's hands found her hips and gripped them, placing more kisses of the sensitive spot of her neck. Maeve let a moan slip from her lips and felt Johnny smirk against her skin.
"You know," he uttered softly, "we could just stay home," Johnny spun her by her hips and pulled her flush to his chest, causing the girl to squeal with delight, "forget about the stupid wedding,"
"It's forgotten," Maeve smiled and pulled Johnny in by the neck of his shirt to kiss him.

The door bell gave a short buzz followed by Adam's voice.
"Johnny, Maeve!" He yelled, "It's me!"
Johnny ignored him, pulling her in for another kiss, then another.
"Johnny that's your brother," she warned him with a raise of her eyebrow.
"He can wait," he mumbled distractedly and squeezed her waist whilst pressing another kiss to her lips. However much Maeve didn't wanted to, she pushed him away by his chest.
"Come on love," she grabbed his hand and tugged him to the entrance to the apartment. The door bell sounded again - Adam getting impatient.
"Wait, wait, wait," he stopped her from walking any further by pulling on her arm, "Do we agree we are not telling my parents about us? Because they'll be you know... insufferable,"
Maeve felt her stomach churn uncomfortably, "If you don't want to tell them then we won't," she replied easily. Something about it made her uneasy. Was he embarrassed of her? Don't be silly, Maeve, she tried to tell herself. Johnny walked in front of her and pulled open the door.
"Hello Pissface, Puketi-" he was about to address Maeve when the older brother raised his eyebrows, eyes darting over her fitted dress.
"Whatever you're about to say about my outfit I assure you Johnny has already expressed it in every possible variation imaginable," then she turned to Johnny who was standing to her right on the doorway, "He knows about us right?"
"Yes he knows, and I'm now thinking what 'every possible variation imaginable' could mean because there are a few things I'd still like to try," he smirked down at her and the girl looked away to hide her blush.
"You look great, Maeve," Adam seemed to have stopped staring at her and pulled the girl into a quick hug. "And I believe congratulations are in order, or perhaps some words of warning since you're dating my brother," he joked. Maeve let out a small chuckle and followed Adam down the corridor and away from their apartment with Johnny in tow.
"Speaking of," Johnny piped up, "Not a word to mum and dad alright? You know they will be awful,"
"Oh I won't tell them," Adam began but then added, "if you do me a couple of favours,"
The younger brother scoffed, "Oh come off it!"
They had made there way out the parking lot and a spring breeze passed through them, causing Maeve to hold down her skirt to stop it from billowing. She sped up her walk, hoping to make it to the car before she flashed both the Goodman brother's in one day rather than just the one she had flashed that morning. Adam pressed the button on his keys and Maeve hastily got into the back seat.
"Sorry, my silence has a price," she heard Adam say as he got into the driver's seat. Maeve felt a pit of dread settle in her stomach, both at the thought of Adam's 'favours' but also at the idea that Johnny wanted to hide their relationship from his parents, and what that meant. She caught herself, she was probably just overthinking it right?