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This flirtationship...from the beginning (chapter 1) becomes so natural with their personalities (nikki and john )that they make increase that tension in this chapter 2.....John with his hinting at but at the same time direct..and provocative....Or you could come curl up with me,”....“I'm trying to,”....“Because you can, you know...If you need a place to stay, ....You said yourself, you'd move out tomorrow if you could...........nikki trying to evade him...slightly and ironically😄 ..... but No One can evade him🤷🥺.... and to her in some way , John makes her feel special,...she is subtly provocative..........“This would be the perfect opportunity to kiss me.... “How about I kiss you in the morning?”....if you don't wanna kiss me, you can just say s-”.........John is just worried, because of the effect that the edible could have had on her ...😊his lips forming over hers as he pressed her onto her back again........but he always wants to kiss her.. .....he's so adorable with nikki🥺....

Their first really passionate night ......his lips instead, pressing prickly kisses against her scarred forearm. his mouth tracing over the carved lines...this is so beautiful 🥹. nikki you bear your scars like war paintings.. your internal wars..nikki you're fighter in your life.🩵......But...I also know that I care about you, and I want...I wanna be with you...you make me wanna be...less of a piece of shit...John confesses that he feels like a better person with her and not so miserable despite being a man-child, Nikki cause that effect on him.🥹as her eyes began to glisten, tears of relief forming in the corners when he crawled onto the bed to sweep her up in his embrace..nikki exposing her sensitivity🥺.....She wasn't sure how much she believed he could grow up on her behalf and his own ...She doubts but John gives her above all... hope... and she needs this now, after all..and she feels that john really cares about her.....and they love being with each other...it's inevitable🥹

Because the Night - John Woodruff (Oh Lucy!) x Fem OC - Part 2 (of 2) *NSFW*

(AKA Fuckboys Have Feelings, Too)

warnings : consensual sexual content (including unsafe sex), profanity, mentions of alcohol and other substances, mentions of self harm and a sappy happy ending Read the first chapter if you haven't already, because if you don't, I'll know. That plush in your room? The one you don't remember receiving? It just kind of showed up one day? Yeah. That's mine. It's watching. And IT KNOWS, so I KNOW. My gif. CHAPTER 1 JOSH HARTNETT MASTERLIST

(( word count ~ 5,300 ))

“Thank you, again,” John muttered as he pressed his key into the lock of his apartment's front door, Nikki standing against the railing, clutched her own car keys. Of course his car wouldn't start. She swore to herself she hadn't willed it into existence, but it wasn't exactly a surprise when either the previous issues, or the lack of gas, or both, had resulted in an engine that refused to spark to life. It hadn't taken much convincing for her to drive him home, and he'd filled up the time between, singing along to her Spotify aloud as she pretended not to be endeared to him.

“Yeah, well...” she mumbled indifferently as she watched him open the door and step inside, disappearing for a few seconds toward the kitchen before he popped back into view.

“You coming in?” he questioned, slumping against the door frame. When he saw the hesitance in her eyes, he immediately began to speak again. “You don't have to stay, or...whatever. You might as well come in, though,” he shrugged, glancing behind himself into the void that he'd not yet illuminated with electric light. “You can rag on my bachelor pad,” he invited, a half grin pulling at his lips as she let out a breath and dropped her crossed arms down to her sides, stepping into the dark apartment and listening as the lock clicked into place behind her. She didn't even have time to form an anxious thought before he flipped a light on, and the two of them squinted at the bright scene around them, John stepping into the kitchen as Nikki shrugged out of the stolen hoodie.

“It's, uh...it's a lot cleaner than I expected,” she uttered as she glanced around. “Of course...it's a lot emptier than I expected, too,” she continued. There wasn't much on the walls, the floors, the shelves. A weight bench filled up the minuscule dining area, a sofa and coffee table in the living area, a surf board against a wall, and not much else.

“Most of my stuff is in storage,” he explained, stepping back into the main, open room, placing a bottle of water into her hand. “It's this or beer,” he confirmed. “I know you're too responsible to drink and drive.”

She was silent as she accepted the plastic bottle, unscrewing the cap and swallowing a mouthful. “I, uh...I was actually thinking about your offer,” she admitted, John glancing her way as he paused in his sweep of the empty food cartons from the table.

“Which offer? I think I made a couple,” he answered, gathering the last of his mess as he swiftly made the apartment more presentable. “All of which are still valid, by the way.”

“Yeah, um...just...a place to stay tonight, if it's not too much trouble,” she clarified, hanging his jacket on the highest hinge of the front door.

“No trouble,” he assured immediately, taking her bag from her hand and setting it down on the table he'd cleared. “Well...take off your shoes, get comfortable. Are you hungry? You didn't eat any of the-”

“I, um...If I could just get a shower, that would be great,” she cut in, digging her hands into the pockets of her shorts as she toed off her sneakers.

“I didn't even think about that,” John mumbled as he immediately led her to the bathroom, pulling out towels from the built-in linen closet.

“I mean, I'm not dirty, or...don't look at me like that,” she quipped as John paused to glance at her when she began vocally defending herself.

“Like what?” John mumbled, checking himself quickly in the mirror before he stepped back out of the bathroom, Nikki a few feet behind.

“I hope you don't think this is all gonna get you laid,” she declared as she diverted from his path, wandering toward another room she'd not yet explored. Much like the rest of the small apartment, his bedroom was rather clean, and awfully plain, save for a random assortment of blankets strewn across the bed. “Well, that tracks.”

“Hmm?” John mumbled as he appeared behind her, his hands on the door frame as he hovered at her back.

"Aren't you a little old to have nothing but a box spring between your mattress and the floor?" she quipped, glancing back toward him, his face mere inches from hers. “I suppose this is where the magic happens?” John opened his mouth briefly, but closed it again, no words escaping, just a faint smile across his lips as he glanced toward the bed, and back to the young woman before him.

“Well, we know where it doesn't happen,” he shrugged, and lifted his arm when she dipped below it to return to the living room, drawing out various toiletries from her bag.

“Scott's house?” she offered, and he nodded with a sigh from behind her.

“Maybe you'll let me make that up to you, someday,” he offered, leaning against the frame as he watched her disappear into the bathroom.

“Maybe,” Nikki mumbled as she locked the door behind herself, and turned on the hot water.

* * *

The apartment was rather dark again by the time she stepped out a half hour later, hair swirled up in a towel as she glanced around. Only the kitchen ceiling light lent any glow, save for what filtered in through the shades from outside. The bedroom door was open, but no one occupied the space, the middle-aged tenant instead watching her drowsily when she turned to look his way, sprawled out on the couch.

“Feel better?” he croaked as he stared back at her, his reddened eyes obscured by the lack of light, appearing more like thick lines of shadow across his face.

“Much,” she mumbled, tossing her head forward so the towel obscured the front of her body, rubbing the worn terrycloth over her hair to soak up what she could of the moisture. When she was satisfied, she stood back up, damp waves falling around her face and shoulders, John's eyes still trained on her. “I take it you're sacrificing the bed to me?”

John slow-blinked, and pushed himself up on one elbow, a blanket he'd dragged from his bed falling to his waist, everything above it bare. “Or you could come curl up with me,” he offered.

“That's, uh...tempting,” she muttered, though her tone made John wonder if she was sincere or just throwing more sarcasm at him. “Did you get a little stoned while I was in there?”

“Is it that obvious?” he managed, as he pushed himself up into a sitting position, watching as she padded around his apartment in a tank and loose shorts that supplied a fleeting glimpse of her rear at certain angles.

“There's a difference between drunk you and high you...it's subtle, but...what are you staring at?” she asked suddenly as she glanced around to him, and found his lazy focus zeroed in on her, or at least parts of her.

“You really want me to answer that?” John rasped, gripping the edge of the couch as he stood up, walking slightly unsteadily across the room to where she stood, Nikki watching him silently, immobile as she observed him.

“Behave yourself,” she mumbled as he closed in, wrapping his arms around her waist and dipping his face into her damp tresses, inhaling the lingering fragrance of her conditioner.

“I'm trying to,” he whispered, his coiled arms tightening slightly, pulling her in even closer, taking in another breath. “God damn, you smell good,” John rasped.

“Yeah, well...we can't all be blessed with such naturally soft hair, Mister Three-In-One,” she quipped, letting her forehead rest against his bare chest, his fingers playing at the drying ends of her pleasantly fragrant strands. “And don't touch my conditioner, it's expensive,” she muttered.

“You planning on sticking around that long?” he asked suddenly, and she glanced up at him, a bit surprised, herself.

“N-...No, I don't, uh...I don't know why I said-”

“Because you can, you know...If you need a place to stay, and you're tired of bouncing around,” he suggested, leaning back as he stood taller, watching her features for clues to her mindset. Before she could transfer her thoughts into words, he spoke up again. “You don't have to answer now, just...think about it. You said yourself, you'd move out tomorrow if you could-”

“John-”

“Nikki, just...just think about it. That's all I ask,” he expressed, drawing his arms away from her, just to lift his hands to nudge damp tresses away from her face. “We can talk about it more in the morning. You look like you're about to pass out.”

“Mmm...you're not wrong,” she mumbled, wondering if he would lean in to kiss her once more, admittedly disappointed when he didn't.

“Come on,” he spoke up as he stepped through the small apartment to flip off the light in the kitchen, taking her towel and depositing it over the shower curtain rod, and reappearing once more, grasping her hand lightly. “Let's go to bed.”

* * *

It was not the shift in the mattress, or even the light slap of bare feet on tile that woke Nikki up, just after three in the morning, but rather the lack of warmth. A door opening nearby, accompanied by the sounds of various sources of water stirred her further, and her eyes opened to near-complete darkness. She mumbled her bedmate's name as she slumped onto her back, patting her hand around on cheap linens, finding no other forms of life. Probably for the best, she mused, as she listened to the shuffling beyond the bedroom door, a familiar form stepping through the threshold a few minutes later.

John paused for a moment at the realization of her wakefulness, before stepping around the bed to his side, setting a chilled bottle of water on the floor, beside the edge of the box spring. “I didn't mean to wake you up,” he croaked in a sleep-hoarse voice, sliding in beside her outstretched form, his legs disappearing under the blankets, his back hunched over as he sat at her side. “I was kinda hoping I could at least give you a full night's rest.”

“ S'okay,” she mumbled, her back to the mattress, tank top disheveled, shoved up to her ribs. “I've definitely woken up to worse,” she continued, a drowsy smile across her lips.

“Good to know I'm not the worst,” John returned as he let his gaze travel over what the sheets exposed.

“Hey...I'm up here,” Nikki huffed with barely an effort to sound bothered, her hand closest to him reaching up to nudge his scruffy chin back toward her face. John immediately took the opportunity to grasp her hand, clutching it in his as he considered her sleepy eyes, and the rest of her features.

“If you don't want me staring, you might wanna turn back over,” he whispered as he drew her hand to his mouth, pressing a kiss to the knuckles before lowering it back to the bed. When she said nothing, only continued to stare up at him, languid and content, he tilted his head to one side, thoughtful. “I don't think I've ever seen you so...wait,” his eyes narrowed even more than usual as he leaned in closer, the young woman before him looking uncharacteristically unbothered. “Are you a little high?” he inquired. Her shoulders shrugged almost imperceptibly.

“I might have taken an edible before I brushed my teeth,” she confirmed, smiling faintly when she felt the hand that held hers weave their fingers together. “I don't get a lot of opportunities to relax, anymore,” she continued.

“So you're saying my apartment feels like somewhere you can relax?” John asked, reaching with his unoccupied hand to brush her sleep-mussed bangs out of her face. She nodded slightly, reaching her own empty hand up to grasp his, John leaning his weight into his elbow as he held both her hands in his.

“You feel like somewhere I can relax,” she mumbled, her brain just fuzzy enough to not allow her embarrassment at such a confession. “And, just so you know,” she whispered as she clung to his hands, her gaze focused on his eyes as he hovered above her. “This would be the perfect opportunity to kiss me.”

“Is that so?” he whispered as his gaze raked over what the blankets failed to obscure. “I can't help thinking high you is trying to get me in trouble.”

She let out a sigh, closing her eyes for a few moments before she formed actual words again. “Who would you get in trouble with?”

“Sober you,” John spoke up immediately as he began to shift his body, lying more fully on the memory foam topper, prolonging the overextended life of his mattress below.

“Sober me...ate an edible...knowing what edibles do to me,” Nikki assured, turning on her side to nestle in closer to the forty-something year old man to her right.

“How about...” John began, but his words seemed fruitless as she buried her face against his bare chest, her breath tickling his skin.

“How about what?” she mumbled, easily melting into him when his arm encircled her, met with a faded waft of his body-spray.

“How about I kiss you in the morning?” he proposed, adjusting the blankets to drag them higher, her smooth legs grazing his lower half.

Nikki was silent for a few moments before she spoke up, lifting her chin to look upon his face. “You know...if you don't wanna kiss me, you can just say s-” Her mouth was quickly silenced by the figure beside her, his lips forming over hers as he pressed her onto her back again, his face hovering over hers as he drew a few inches away from her.

“I always wanna kiss you,” John whispered as he brushed more strands of unkempt hair from her face, his other hand drifting south.

“What else do you wanna do to me?” she questioned, sucking her lower lip between her teeth as she watched his gaze wander, the modesty he'd provided quickly reversing as he dragged the sheets back down her body.

“I don't think that's a question I should answer honestly,” he confessed, his fingertips drifting over her exposed stomach, lips quirking into a smile when he heard the emptiness gurgle from inside. “You shouldn't have turned your nose up at the tacos.”

“I wasn't about to eat food I'd just been paid to deliver,” she mumbled, wiggling a bit as she let her lightly buzzing body sink deeper against the cushy surface below. “I guess I am a little hungry.”

“So am I,” John murmured as his fingers drew invisible shapes over her soft skin. Shifting his dark eyes back to her own, he wordlessly searched for any indication of hesitance on her part. Finding none, John pressed the sheets and blankets further down her legs, toward the end of the bed, and adjusted as he leaned forward, not to her mouth, but to her bare midriff. His lips formed a smile against her skin as he heard more gurgling, and he pressed a soft kiss to the softer flesh, hands grasping at her thigh and clavicle, blindly, as she twitched against him from the tickle of his scruff against her naked skin.

“John?” she gasped out his name as his lips speckled her skin with feather-light kisses, trailing up the center, nudging her tank higher with the tip of his nose, kissing along the undersides of her breasts, gripping the thin fabric in his teeth to drag it up to her collarbone. When she began to speak his name again, he cut her off with another kiss, his lips softer than they had any right to be, the tip of his tongue grazing hers as his large hand traveled the opposite direction, disappearing below the waistband of the shorts she'd slept in.

“I promise to last more than fifteen seconds,” he whispered as his mouth inched along her jaw, her throat, his blunt fingernails dragging along the junction of her panties.

“I don't suppose you have any condoms,” Nikki prodded as the man above her tugged at her pajama bottoms, dragging them past her knees and tossing them away.

“Of course I do,” he answered as he settled his weight on an elbow again, gazing down at her eyes and not the mounds of soft flesh he'd uncovered. “I'm not completely irresponsible,” he continued, leaning over her to the small table beside the bed and drawing out an opened, black cardboard box.

“Anymore?” she mumbled as he dug out a few portions of sealed wrappers, dropping the box back into the drawer. John's eyes found hers again, and he was silent for a few seconds before he mumbled a brief 'Yeah'. “Sorry,” she immediately retorted. Now wasn't exactly the time to dig up his past.

“No, don't...don't be sorry. I know I've caused women...more than my fair share of trouble,” he admitted, his gaze drifting to her bare arm, and the various lines of scars that marred it.

“I hope you don't think those are over y-” Nikki spoke up, beginning to cross her arms over her stomach, but his hand was at her wrist before she could manage, drawing it up to his lips instead, pressing prickly kisses against her scarred forearm.

“These are the last,” he murmured, his mouth tracing over the carved lines, his words met with silence, her free arm finally sweeping over him to glide her fingers through his silky hair.

"Are you gonna be something else for me to regret?" she managed, and his lips left her skin as he glanced back up her body, her eyes focused on his own. His body shifted again, abandoning the collection of healing scars to seek out her lips once more, both her hands in his hair as he hovered over her.

"I hope not,” he breathed, his hand reaching up to cup her cheek, stilling in the air when she caught it with one of her own. “Do you still wanna-”

The hand still buried in his hair fisted in his chestnut strands, encouraging him back to her mouth as her other hand guided his lower, his digits slipping beneath the barrier of her modesty, two of them pressing inside. When her lips parted from the welcome intrusion, he prodded inside with his tongue, sweeping over hers as his fingers curled inside, the smaller hand that had directed his cupping him through the stretchy fabric, encouraging him deeper. “Are you still hungry?” she mumbled against his lips, and he groaned in answer, his mouth deserting hers to descend lower, taking the opportunity to suck a taut bud between his lips, trailing his mouth down her stomach, his fingers gliding out of her just to drag her panties down to her ankles. She breathed his name as he grasped her knee and dragged it to one side, her hand in his hair again as he descended, his bicep draping over her hip and his arm circling her thigh as he held her legs apart, and buried his face between them.

Nikki's breaths were unsteady and staggered as she melted against the mattress and John's strong arms, her fingers massaging lazily in his mussed hair as he lapped at her needy flesh, her hips rising and falling as much as his embrace would allow. When John felt slender fingers reaching for the waistband of his boxers, he smacked lightly at the thigh in his grip, drawing his mouth away from her glistening folds to speak. “I'm here for you, Nikki...just let yourself be a little selfish for once,” he insisted, his left hand gripping her firmly as his right snaked around, two of his digits disappearing inside her again as his mouth descended back over her. Redirecting her hand to his back, she scratched lightly at his skin as his fingers curled inside her, stroking slow and steady as he suckled at her tiny pearl, slicked his patchy beard in her juices. Her body twitched at the tiniest flick, every breath audible. “Is that the edible?” he asked as his left hand ghosted over her thigh, and watched as he felt her tremble at the feather touch. “Is that what they do to you? Even I'm not arrogant enough to think that's just me,” he confessed.

“It's, uh...it's both,” she admitted, whimpering when he withdrew his fingers from inside, sucking the fluids from those fingers when he raised them to her lips. “They make my body feel like it's...like I'm effervescent...like I'm fizzy all over, all twitchy...and it makes me ache inside,” she continued, but her words stumbled when he guided his fingers back inside her, pumping and stroking at her walls, and the constant flexing around his digits.

“A good ache?” John murmured as he continued to watch her face, brows drawn together, eyes squinting even in their closed state, bottom lip trembling as her whole body seemed to twitch of its own accord. She only nodded in answer, her breaths pushing with force from her throat as her throbbing insides clung to his digits. “And you knew this would happen before you ate it,” he continued, his concern over her state of mind at massive conflict with his urge to bury his face between her thighs until she screamed his name to the dump of an apartment complex.

“I figured...if it only lasted fifteen seconds again-uhh...” her whole body seemed to shake as his digits kicked into turbo, aggressively stroking at her fleshy walls, leaving her a quivering mess. “I...At least I'd have a good time, too,” she concluded, John drawing out his fingers again to trace circles over her clit, his body lining back up beside hers as he kept his slick fingers against her sensitive flesh.

“After all your protesting, tonight?” John whispered as he neared her ear, sucking the pierced lobe between his lips as his fingers continued to work at her needy bud. “And what if I'd been a gentleman?” he pressed, and she glanced up at him, glazed in a light sheen of sweat despite the cool weather outside, multiple fingers buried to the hilt inside her, the evidence of his 'interest' straining against his boxers.

“You're a lot of things,” Nikki mumbled as she pushed up onto her elbows, meeting his lips with hers as his fingers worked her insides, ever nearer to her breaking point, relentless in his efforts. “A gentleman is not one of them.”

“Hope that's not a deal-breaker,” John rasped as he pressed her back down against the sheets, his fingers speeding up even more as he stroked at her clit from the inside, twitched his thumb against it from the outside, and her arms shot around his shoulder and neck as her hips began to spasm, and her noisy breaths graduated into screams, stifled only by John's mouth as he consumed her cries, her walls convulsing around his digits until he finally drew them away. The forty-something aged man watched with fascination as she continued to twitch, the aftershocks of her drug-influenced orgasm capturing his attention. “Wow,” he finally murmured as he raked a hand over her thigh, gripping gently at the soft flesh. “Are they always like that?”

“Not always,” Nikki whispered, watching him watch her. She couldn't remember the last time she'd felt admired like this, like she did around him. How much time had she wasted, stewing over that one lackluster night?

When his eyes finally rose back up to hers, he returned the smile that had formed across her lips. “What?” he asked simply, and his eyes followed her hand as she reached toward the bedside table closest to her, grasping at a small, sealed pouch and passing it over to his expectant palm. “You sure?” he breathed, his other hand at his hip, thumb tucked into the elastic waistband, waiting for her assurance. “ 'Cause we don't have to-”

“Do you not want to?” she cut in, pushing back up onto her elbows again, eyes trained on his.

“Do I...does it look like I don't want to?” he queried, shoving his boxers down his hips, the proof of his interest bobbing, proud and ready. Kicking off his only shred of clothes and flopping down on his back, willing her to join him, John gritted his teeth as she slid her slick sex along his bare cock. “Ah, fuck...that's not fair,” he hissed as he tore open the pouch and dragged its contents over his member. “Come on, sweetheart...get over here,” he beckoned, his hand on her hip, thrusting up into the air when she slid herself against him once more. “Please, baby...don't just tease me,” he huffed, his head falling back against the sheet-clad layer of foam as she finally took him in to herself, and his hands immediately landed on her hips as she began to move.

“John?” he heard his name as she slid along him, Nikki grinding atop him as he lie below her, letting her use him as she pleased.

“Mmm...yes, baby,” he murmured as he thrust up from below, slow and steady, careful of the delicate creature blessing him with the embrace of her body and her nethers.

“Promise me you won't cum inside?” she whispered as she leaned over him, his hands clutching at her thighs, barely conscious of her words.

“Sweetheart, how would I even...Nikki, please don't st-,” his words muddled at the loss of her warmth around him through the latex, the sudden chill of autumn air, and the slick embrace of her bare walls as she tossed the condom she'd snatched off of him away, and plunged herself upon him. “Oh, fuck...oh, f-...Nikki, what are y-ughh,” he groaned, his hands returning to her hips as she ground against him. “F-...Fuck!” he snarled, and in seconds, Nikki found her own back against the bed, her feet dangling in the air above them both as John took control, burying himself over and over again inside her welcoming walls. “Please tell me you're on...s-someth-ugh,” he gasped out, words failing him as he sheathed himself inside her. Fuck, no wonder I came too fucking fast last time.

“Of...of course,” she struggled to get her words out as he pummeled into her. “Just don't...don't-umph,” Nikki tried and failed to form coherent words.

“Nikki,” he breathed as his gaze fell to where their bodies met, watched with a half-lidded gaze as she swallowed up everything he had, and rutted against him for more. “Don't go,” John rasped out.

“Don't...John?” she whimpered as his pace began to falter, as his hips jerked aggressively, his breath hot against her throat as he leaned in closer, her legs wrapping securely around his waist.

“Stay with me,” he huffed out, her hands gripping his ass as the edge of the mattress began to smack noisily against the wall. “Tomorrow...and the next day...and the next...until you're sick of me,” he implored, punctuating each pause with a kiss against her flushed skin. His voice became a growl as he suddenly snapped his hips away, managed only a few strokes before spilling over her stomach, breath coming out in puffs as he collapsed beside her, his hand immediately reaching out for hers.

* * *

“Mmm...too early,” Nikki mumbled as she felt the mattress beneath her shift, bright light filtering in from the curtain-less window above, grabbing a fistful of bedding and pulling it up over her head. It had been a few weeks since she'd woken up to something below her that wasn't a couch, and was grateful for the expansive room as she stretched her naked body out beneath the top sheet.

“It's almost ten,” came a very familiar voice, accompanied by a hand larger than her own, dragging the sheet down a few inches to expose her eyes.

“You kept me up 'til four,” Nikki whispered, staring into John's umber eyes where he crouched at the side of the non-bed, though nothing about her tone expressed regret of that fact.

“I don't remember you complaining,” he quipped, resting his chin on the edge of the mattress, and Nikki shuffled her body his way until she was close enough to steal his minty kiss. She dragged the sheets back up immediately after, suspecting her breath was likely far less fresh.

“Still not,” she murmured from beneath the linens, closing her eyes contentedly as he reached out to brush her sleep-mussed hair away from her face. “Are you kicking me out or something?”

“Hmm?” John let out a surprised noise, continuing to watch her from his spot on the floor.

“You've never struck me as the 'early riser' type,” she explained, flopping onto her back as she flexed her legs, all the way down to her toes.

“You consider ten in the morning early?”

“Early for you,” she clarified, groaning as she finally sat up, clutching the sheets to her chest, her bare back on full display. “Am I wrong?”

John didn't move from his spot on the floor, just crossed his arms and leaned more of his weight on the mattress. “You're not,” he finally admitted, and Nikki's brows knit together in confusion.

“John, I'm not awake enough for whatever-”

“I want you to stay,” he finally admitted, and the confusion on her face grew more pronounced.

“John-”

“I meant it when I said it last night, and...I know you think I'm a fuck up without a future-”

“I didn't say-”

“But...I also know that I care about you, and I want...I wanna be with you...you make me wanna be...less of a piece of shit,” John explained, a charming, lazy smile across his lips.

Nikki was silent for several moments, staring at him from her hunched over, mostly naked position on the makeshift bed, considering him. It wasn't until he reached a hand out to grasp one of hers that she finally spoke up. “I'm not interested in just being someone's roommate-with-benefits,” she began, and he shook his head, looking as if he were about to speak again. “And...you're getting a fucking job,” she continued, and he nodded, Nikki staring him directly in the eyes, silently relieved to find sincerity in them. “And...”

“And?” John repeated when her words came to a pause.

“And when you qualify for health coverage, you're getting a damned vasectomy,” she stated firmly, narrowing her eyes when the man beside her began to chuckle.

“Alright, yes...I can...I will do all of that,” he finally confirmed, reaching out with his other hand until both of them grasped her smaller one. “But...maybe we can start with calling up your friends and renting a U-Haul to move your stuff out of your apartment?” he proposed, watching her features for signs of hesitance.

Nikki watched him intently, dragging her bottom lip between her teeth as she considered him, letting out a breath though her nose, before she gave the tiniest nod.

“Yeah?” John asked, his brows and his hope raising as he studied her features.

Nikki continued to watch him, her slight nod becoming more pronounced as her eyes began to glisten, tears of relief forming in the corners as she accepted his arms when he crawled onto the bed to sweep her up in his embrace. She wasn't sure how much she believed he could grow up on her behalf and his own as he held her naked body so tightly in his arms, his lips against her forehead, the corners of her eyes, salty against her mouth.

Nikki didn't know what a future with John held, but she felt something she hadn't in months : relief.

And hope.

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