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Fic: Stress Relief (Donaka x fem!reader)

Summary: Donaka is stressed and it’s your job to help him relax.

Pairing: Donaka x Fem!Reader

Author’s notes: is this me posting filth again? Why, yes, it is! Enjoy because I have no idea how long this will last. LOL

Wordcount: 2688

Warnings: smut (oral m!receiving; fingering). Powerplay; degradation kink; edging, overstimulation; choking. 

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This is smoking hot!

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John Wick x OFC (Anya Cohen)

Chapter 14 Bad Desire

Chapter 1 Chapter 13 Playlist Masterlists

Warnings- SMUT/NSFW, dub-con,Stockholm syndrome *Disclaimer:This work explores themes of violence, murder, kidnapping and dubious consent. Individual warnings will be posted on each chapter. Reader discretion is advised.

John, I’ve thought of a million ways to start this, though, I fear my thinking isn’t the same as it was…...well, I’m not sure how long it's been, so maybe this won’t quite seem like me. Though I promise you, it is.

It’s been turning over in my head for a while now, there isn’t much else to think about. I’m not sure if that’s the way you intended it. When I don’t think about it, my old life haunts me, the woman I used to be, that bad person, she haunts me. She's a bad person, yoou made me realize that, John, she hurt you, immeasurably so, and that wasn’t right. So now, I understand what you’ve done, how necessary it was.

I’ve already told you that everything I’ve done, with Jeremy and Christopher was intentional, though, it was never my intent to hurt you. I also never meant to fall for you, or for anyone. For a long time, I've been so unforgivably destructive, so irresponsible with hearts and so damn selfish-my sister always said I was selfish, she’s right.

A long time ago, before I came to New York, our mom was sick, Lillian left college for a while to take care of her. I took the first flight to New York when James offered me a full ride to Julliard. She hates me for leaving, I hate her for hating me.

I had a dream, you know?

The last time we saw each other, it was at her birthday party a few years ago. It was at that restaurant you took me to on our first date. We got into a fight that night, afterwards, she had her stupid PhD and I didn’t have anything to show for running away. I don’t really remember how the rest of it went, but she called me a self bitch when I told her I didn’t regret leaving.

She was so hurt, it was all over her face. Because our mother was dead, she is dead, and I wasn’t there and I still don’t regret any of it. Because I’m selfish, that’s who I am John. I couldn't stay in New Jersey and take care of my mom, not when New York seemed so much better.

The point is, I'm horrible, and I don’t know why, I don’t understand it, but there was a thrill in hurting you, in saying that I’d missed you when I tried to fill your space with someone else. Tried and failed.

He wasn’t like you, John. None of them were ever like you. You cared despite what I did. You loved me even when the ugly things I did probably made me an ugly person.

To this day, you are the strangest man I’d ever met. You knew everything that no one would expect you to. Everything that you probably shouldn’t have. The flowers, the restaurant, the wine. The words, you had all the right words, though, not many of them. How rare is it to find such a kindred soul? Someone who knows you so effortlessly, or perhaps, someone who puts that much effort into knowing you. I smile when I think about that night, that magical night.

Do you think about it too? Do you think about how much has changed since then? Did you always know that you were going to do this?

This place makes it seem like it.

This place. It was hell, at first, sometimes it still is. You come, you leave. You hurt me, you leave. But when it’s not hell, when you’re here and you look at me like I’m something special, this place is heaven. I think I’ve just realized that somehow, you have become my version of heaven. You are every bad thing I deserve and every good thing I’ve never wanted.

Love. Devotion. Ugliness, like me.

You care so completely, it’s unheard of for affection to run so deeply that it becomes an affliction. You love so deeply, I don’t think I deserve it. Do you deserve love? Maybe you do, maybe I can give it to you. I think I can.

For every reason to hate you, there are a dozen more to love you. My God, there are so many, you said you’ve killed, real people with real lives. You’ve stolen mine. But you’ve been lonely haven’t you? Alone in this violence; in the blood and the bodies. Above those reasons, that one makes me love you the most. You have chosen me to fill your loneliness.

It was so scary, it still is so scary. What can a man possibly expect of a caged bird; loyalty without choice? What can the bird expect of a man? To live at his whim? Yet still, the bird loves the man and the man loves the bird. It’s quite confusing, I fear you, tremendously. I love you, enormously.

A man who keeps something caged is a monster, but I’ve learned John……monsters can be beautiful.

Beautiful people John, they can be ugly on the inside. We can be ugly together. Be ugly with me.

Yours; Ani.

Late March John had read and reread her letter almost a dozen times. He was beginning to memorize every word of her confession. Her self-proclaimed ugliness…..the love she claimed to have for him. She had burned him, her flames lapping furiously at his skin and he’d been left to lick salted wounds every time she’d been selfish. But she had written that letter as something of a peace offering; it was what he’d been waiting for. His love returned, his heart fulfilled.

Still, John couldn’t decide if it was euphoric or disappointing. Does he hate her for realizing that he is a monster, or is he grateful that she loves him despite it? He should be happy, its only everything he’s dreamt about for just over a year.

Or is he just disappointed that Anya isn’t all he’d made her out to be?

Where’s the perfect, sweet girl? How could he have fallen for someone so manipulative and selfish? Someone who didn’t care about the havoc she’d wrecked on his life and who could only bother to write him a letter as a plea for forgiveness. How had his judgment fail him so sorely?

She’s never been nice, or good. She’s always just been selfish and completely disingenuous.

Setting it down on the coffee table, John retired further into the comfort of the sofa. He was trying to sort his thoughts, attempting to separate the woman he’d created in his mind from the one sitting in the shed in his backyard. The process wasn’t particularly one he wants to engage in, John never wanted to be wrong, especially about her, and the further his mind spanned, the more he realized how confused he’d been in the beginning. How foolishly naive he’d been when he first laid eyes on her. The woman who smiled coyly when handing over his change was also the one that had lied to his face. The young girl who seemed so innocent was the one who had cohorted him into essentially assaulting her. The pretty thing that he’d watched sleep had hurt him just because she could. Because Anya had been playing games while he’d been falling in love.

And still, somehow she’s still perfect for him.

And she loves him.

“She loves me,” he murmured under his breath, leaning forward and once again reaching for Anya’s journal. His fingers roved over her name carved in cursive on the front, and as his thoughts strayed from separating the Anya in his head to the one he’d grown to know, John found himself growing more acquainted with the fact that he did still love her. There was still some of the woman he’d known from the coffee shop, she was still the first person who’d ever willingly held his hand. Anya was still the first person to ever love him. And if not for the sake of anything else, he can forgive just so he can keep her love.

But he will forgive her for other reasons too.

She may think she’s ugly, he may have seen every bad thing that she is capable of, but all is not lost. He believes in her inherent goodness, that sweetness that oozes from her smile, that medicine that is her touch, he believes in it. She’s different, she just has to accept it.

Perhaps its time for another approach.

Reinvigorated, John was about to stand when the doorbell rang, forcing him off of the sofa and towards the front door. That’s strange, before Anya, he’d never had visitors. Yet, on the way to the door, John still hadn’t bothered with checking the doorbell camera, he did however swipe a gun out of the drawer of a bureau in the hallway, stuffing it into his belt at the back of the jeans, before pulling his sweater over it.

Before he could even close his hand in around in the knob, the person rang the doorbell and John mumbled an incoherent quip about patience before yanking it open.

Shit.

On his porch stood two figures he’d only seen in pictures or from afar. He knew what they were for though, and he couldn’t help but feel like things were just catching up to him at the most inopportune time. A woman, eight years Anya’s senior but still her spitting image and a man who had taken her to bed just before John had let himself spiral and basically kidnap her. Okay, actually kidnap her. Concealing his unease with his usual stoicism, John cleared his throat, “Can I help you?”

“Yeah,” Christopher stepped forward, offering his hand, “John right? Wick?”

Hesitating, John appraised them, just standing on his front steps, probably there to find out where Anya had disappeared to. It’s okay, you’ve got this. “Yeah,” he relented, accepting Christopher hand, shaking firmly before doing the same with Lillian. “What’s this-”

“My sister,” Lillian cut him off, folding her arms and setting her shoulders square, “You were dating her right? Before she disappeared.”

More abrasive than her sister, Lillian didn’t seem like the type to entertain excuses and goose chases, she wanted to know where her Anya was, and she was determined to find out what had happened. It was funny how much she still cared after everything that he’d just read about their relationship. Pretending to be surprised, or worried, or whatever’s supposed to be the right emotion for the situation, John widened his eyes, “We went out a couple times…..but I don’t know what happened to her, your guess is as good as mine.”

“Guess?” Lillian scoffed incredulously, “My sister’s fucking missing-”

“Lilly,” Christopher grabbed her forearm gently, presumably to calm her down, and when she pressed her lips together in a hard line, he turned to regard John with a renewed firmness, “We just need to know if you know where she might be. Last time I talked to her, she said she was in Paris with you.”

“Well, I haven’t been to Paris in over two years,” perfect, it’s the truth and it’s not like they can argue with that, “We haven’t talked in…..weeks,” John shrugged, stupidly digging himself into a deeper hole, “And-”

Her head snapped up and Lillian’s eyes, which were so much like Anya’s, went wide, “You talked to her, what did she say? Did she say where she was?”

Shaking his head dismissively, John rattled off the first thing he could think of, “Not much, I’d called her because we hadn’t talked in a while, she didn’t seem interested. Figured that was her way of breaking up with me.”

“Breaking up with you?” Lillian’s sharp, maybe a little too sharp; she keeps track of small details, smaller than the ones he’s been taking note of, “You said you only went out a couple times.”

What a stupid choice of words. Wincing at such a silly mistake, John tried eagerly to slow the erratic beating of his heart. His palms were already sweaty and while he’d never been worried about getting caught, he’d also never left a victim alive. There were so many loose ends, too many. Her computer and cellphone, both dead, but still in his basement. Women’s clothes that were just her style and size in his closet. Her in the fucking shed in his goddamned backyard.

He swears he’s an idiot sometimes.

“I mean, I figured she didn’t want to go out again,” John played it off, hoping her sister would believe it, “Haven’t heard from her since.”

“You sure?” Christopher stepped forward. He was about a head shorter than John and had one of those faces that suggested he wasn’t the confrontational type, though John figured that where Anya was concerned he might be different, not dangerous, just different. But he can’t kill him because then Anya will hate him and John really doesn’t want to deal with that.

Lillian though, she may have to go. But he doesn’t want to think about that right now.

He just needs to get them the fuck off his porch.

“I’m sure,” John gritted, “Look, I don't know what you’re expecting to find here, but I don’t know what happened to Anya.”

“You say that like you’ve got something to hide,” Lillian gritted, ripping her arm away from Christopher’s grasp, “There’s something about you, you know?” Unafraid, she stepped closer, a fire in her eyes that burned so bright it suggested that he might have been more of a handful that her troublesome sister, “I don’t know what it is,” she was so close, John could just reach out and squeeze her neck until it snapped, “But if you did something my sister, I’ll find out, and you’ll-”

Standing firmly, John stepped closer so she’d have to tilt her head back to meet his eyes, “I’ll what? I told you, I don’t know where your sister is. Not get the fuck off my porch before I call the cops,” the empty threat didn’t appear to phase her, but Lillian did stand down, letting Christopher take the lead.

“Look, I know it’s not cool of us to come here and accuse you of something, and I promise you we’re not,” he briefly glared at Lillian, who’d set her jaw so tight that she might have been grinding her teeth down to dust, “We just wanna find Anya,” he spared a minute to rummage through his pockets, eventually getting a business card out;

Christopher Holloway Senior Vice President, Holloway Enterprises Realty, Banking, Technology.

There was a series of contact numbers and an email address, all leading to Mr. Senior Vice President. “If you know anything, hear anything, give me a call. We’re just trying to figure out what happened, that's all.”

John read the business card again, reluctantly agreeing to call if anything comes up- nothing will, but he does have appearances to keep up. After their mumbled thanks and a stiff goodbye, they finally turn to leave and John barely waited for their feet to touch the bottom front step before he’d shut the door. How the hell did they even find his address? He’d supposed that Anya had told Christopher about him during one of their in person meetings, but his address, they shouldn’t have been able to find that.

But Christopher does have access to most of the real estate records in New York, given his positioning at such a renowned company.

Offering the ivory card another glance, it’s contents gave him hope for Anya yet. What kind of person broke up with a man who stands to inherit half the city? The genuine kind. She might have been a lot of things; deceitful, selfish, infidelious, but somewhere beneath her self-proclaimed ugliness there was a good, genuine person. Someone that didn’t care about money or status, someone who could forgive even the most ghastly transgressions. There’s something of the woman he’d first fallen for in there, and he can bring it out in her, John knows it.

His love can do it, he’s absolutely certain of it.

Setting the card down in a drawer in the kitchen, John holds her journal close as he heads to the shed at the back. When he was finally there, each lock was opened and then locked once more with ultimate consideration for any probable circumstance. He doesn’t even take the keys in; even if she makes it out the door, the gate is locked and there isn’t a chance of her getting the key. His entire system was awfully elaborate, and John thought that among everything he’d managed in her name, a faultless system that took her escape off the table was the one he was most proud of.

Anya is his. she’s like his little doll, waiting for him everyday so they can play.

She was sitting on the floor when he entered, back pressed the sofa and legs tucked to her chest, and before she’d noticed him standing there, John had caught her muttering softly. Despite his efforts to nudge her out of that shell, the one she’d enclosed around herself, and in spite of offering up her thoughts so easily, there was still the strangest distance between them. It was like he could reach her, but not quite, and John suspected that it was because she’d spent too much time alone. Quiet could be maddening sometimes, he suspected that Anya wasn’t an exception to the rule.

He’ll have to get her out of there soon, before she flips that switch of no return.

“Did you read it?” She lifted her head, tired eyes meeting his, brimmed with dwindling hope. Standing from the floor, Anya dusted off her bare legs, and proceeded to nervously wring her hands together. They were separated by no more than a couple feet of space, her dimming eyes enclosed in dark circles and the bruises on her face more healed than the last time; she didn’t quite look like herself, but she was in there, John can see her.

“I did,” he nodded stiffly, licking his lips. Briefly, he glanced down at the book in hands; he’d made that himself, every page had been crafted and bound with her in mind. For her most intimate and private thoughts, so she could have something that was solely her own, and yet Anya had shared it with him. And though the urge to read everything in there had gnawed at him, John had diligently resisted, mostly. He’d glanced at a few things here and there, just to make sure she wasn’t playing him- or planning something. “Did you mean it?” He set the book down on the small dining table.

“Mhm,” Anya nodded vigorously, taking a cautionary step closer, “I did. Every word,” she reassured, attempting another nervous step, “I-I’ve been thinking about it a lot, I’ve had the time,” she chuckled, but the sound didn’t quite sound humorous, or even dry, “No one’s ever…loved me like this. You could’ve just left, broken up with me. But you did this,” she glanced around and gestured awkwardly, “You must…..care a lot.”

“I do,” the words rushed past his lips and John too drew closer, until Anya was in arm’s reach and his hands were able to find her hips, “I’ve always cared….Ani,” he tested the name on his tongue, enjoying the feel of it. It was intimate, pretty and felt like it had somehow brought them closer. The familiarity that it afforded them, it ushered in a closeness that had never been there; it was a private name only to be used intimately and to know her like that was truly a privilege.

“I’ve always loved you,” he admitted breathily, “Everything I’ve done was for you….for us,” John reached out to touch her face in a backhanded caress, evading the fading discoloration of his healing sin, “I knew you’d understand one day,” he bent his head just as she tipped her chin. Like that, they were almost nose to nose, and he suddenly realized how desperate he’d been to be with her like that again.

“I love you,” she whispered, voice husky and soft, “And I mean it. I don’t understand-”

“You don’t have to,” John cut her off, eager for Anya to just not overthink it. There was a chance for them; all can be forgiven, they can just move on. Like it never happened, like all the heartache nwas never there. “You don’t need to understand,” he reaffirmed.

“I-” His mouth was on hers in an instant, swallowing up any utterance that might have changed her mind. His tongue invaded her mouth, swirling around hers and it had taken a minute for Anya’s muscles to loosen enough for her to respond, and even when she did, it was clumsy. She didn’t seem to know where to put her hands, if they should fall to his forearms, his chest or his neck, and the noises erupting from her throat, surprised and hesitant, proved that she was quite unsure as to what she should be doing.

But nonetheless, she responds.

Tilting her head, Anya shuddered into his mouth, and he could taste the familiar sweetness that persisted on her tongue, so uniquely her that John thought he could get high on it. She was like smooth, full-bodied liquor, and she was like home; intoxicating and tranquilizing at once. “John, I-” Between breaths, she tried to get words in, but they were all lost, unnecessary and destined to be unheard, “......John.” His hands slid lower, seeking the hem of her loose camisole only so he could invade it. He’s missed her skin; its softness, it’s silky warmth. Every touch he’d laid on himself couldn’t compare to the feel of Anya, she had paled everything else by just being who she was.

“Shh,” he soothed, and her hands found John’s hips, just as he was pushing her shorts down, letting the soft, shifty fabric pool around her ankles. “It’s okay,” he promised, moving to guide her hands towards the button and zipper of his jeans, “It’s okay babygirl,” John breathed into her mouth.

When Anya finally undid his pants, he nudged her top off before stepping closer, so her freed breasts were pressed to his wool clad chest. He’s been waiting for this. Anya was still hesitant, though significantly less so, and she eventually encouraged his jeans lower, right after he'd nudged his shoes off, her eyes meeting his as if to ask for permission to help him undress. “Its okay,” he permitted, encouraging her to lift his sweater over his head. Upon being face to face with his many scars, the freshest one being the closing wound under his ribs on the left side, the gash that Anya had stitched closed about a month earlier. It was still tender, and John knew that it would be easy to reopen, but it really was among the least of his concerns.

Swallowing thickly, Anya leaned forward ever so slightly, effort muted by their proximity, and kissed a thin, white line that ran diagonally over his heart. John could quite remember how he’d gotten it, but he did remember that it had been deep enough to boast the white of his bone, and the sheer, physical pain had been nauseatingly brutal, but her lips on his chest, right over the steady beating of his thawing heart was enough to make the distant memory wholly bearable, because had it not happened, that moment wouldn’t have either.

Perhaps that’s why she believes in fate.

When she raised her head, they kissed again, and gently, John turned and guided her to the nearest surface; the small dining table where her journal was the only thing populating the surface. Every touch was soothingly affectionate, and while it was completely uncharacteristic, John wanted to take his time with her, mind her fragility and ensure that he didn’t scare her. He spun her so her back was to his front, and as he peppered nibbles and pecks on the back of her neck, he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of her panties, pushing them so they’d slide down her smooth thighs and gather in a pool of scanty, grey cotton at her feet.

His hands roamed the unfiltered beauty; the tapestry that was her satiny, unblemished skin. Leisured and gentle touches, reveled in every inch of warmth she had to offer; roving from her hips to her bare stomach, and then sliding upwards to cup her breasts. He swears he’d never touched anyone like that, he’s never held anyone with that kind of delicacy. “We’re gonna be like this,” his nose grazed the back of her ear, just as John planted a sweet, chaste kiss on the warm skin behind its lobe, “Forever.”

She shuddered at the word, goosebumps rising on her soft skin, and a hitched breath was Anya’s only response. Just after grinding slowly on his erection, Anya reached for his hands, pushing one of them down to her dripping arousal. “John,” she murmured headily when his rough fingers grazed her folds, dipping between a moment later. “Please,” she whined as John slowly worked her clit, feeling the swollen bundle of nerves under his touch.

“Do you want me?” He peered close to Anya’s ear, simultaneously stepping forward so she’d have no choice but to stumble further into the table, practically falling forward. Her legs were spread slightly, a positioning of his own doing so he could stand between her spread thighs. “Answer me babygirl,” he prompted when Anya hesitated.

Another impatient whine burst off her lips, “Yes,” the admission was soft and unclear, “I want you,” Anya whispered huskily, and John was too caught up in the moment to hear the pitiful remorse laced with her words, that thing that would have told him that she didn’t want to want him. Because she doesn't, part of her doesn't. That reminder that says that everything they’re doing there would seem deranged to some.

But John was consumed with passion and desire and above all, satisfaction to hear it; she’s right where he wants her. Somehow, by some miracle, he has conditioned -no- taught Anya that he is right for her, he is all she needs.

Just like she is all he will ever need.

“Good,” his digits journeyed just a tad lower, so he could slip them into her tight, drenched, haven. He wasn’t sure if her obvious arousal was just an unintentional consequence of where he’d led her, but John couldn’t have cared less; he’s put in the work and now he’s getting what he wants.

Months of waiting, planning and preying has paid off; she’s never escaping, and he’s settled in the feeling that she’ll no longer try to.

Anya is his.

Responding to his ministrations, her hips shifted excitedly and John’s eager erection, tenting his boxers, was pressed into her back. His fingers worked her with unmatched expertise; vigorous pumps with his thumb pressed to her nub, while his other hand held Anya in place at her hip. Her lewd mewls were more intoxicating than any poison he could pour down his throat and her heat around his finger, mixing with the taste of her skin under his lips, was near enough to get him off. Near. But John wanted more; greedily, he aches for more.

Without warning, he removed his fingers, two stocky digits being wretched out of her, slick with her arousal, and before going any further, he licked them clean and then angled his head, leaning over her shoulder while she turned her head, so their lips could be crushed together, her taste on his tongue as it roved over hers. Hastily, he shoved his boxers down and then nudged her legs open a little wider. With one hand firmly on her back, John guided Anya, encouraging her to bend over a bit more, leaning forward and so she'd be propped by her hands planted on the smooth surface. He didn’t ask for her ready, nor did he offer any real warning before pushing into her.

Her restrained moan was accompanied by his harsh grunt, and with a tight grip maintained on her hip, he began a regimen of controlled and pronounced thrusts, pulling out completely before burying himself as deeply as possible once again. As much as he likes it hot and rapid, without cause or concern for her- or whoever else he’s with- John is determined to extract every bit of gratification from that moment.

What’s that thing about savoring?

The symphony of short, stiff grunts seeping through bared teeth was joined by Anya’s soft whimpers, in sync with each jerked roll of his hips. John buried his face in the back of Anya’s neck, her skin hot against his lips, the fragrance of her hair thrilling his senses. “J-John,” she gasped when his movements quickened, and the air around them warmed.

Feeling her around him like that; a cocoon enclosing him so tightly, her body molded just for his, it was incomparably intoxicating. John had never felt so profoundly connected to someone, and it was right then that he realized; he will never, ever feel that way about someone else. There will never be a connection that spans so deeply, a woman so suited to him.

She’s pulled stings, played people for puppets and in his own way, he supposes he’s done the same with her.

Their crimes may be different, but she’s as bad as he is.

Or is that just something he's willing to believe, just so he can justify the whole thing?

John doesn’t want to think about it. Dismissing his spinning thoughts, John continued peppering kisses towards the front of her neck, one hand still on her hip while the other rounded to the flat plane of her stomach, journeying upwards until he was squeezing and kneading her breast. Alternating between roughly massaging her boob and rolling her pebbled nipple between his rough fingers.

Eventually, he could feel her thighs starting to tense up, and the sounds erupting from her slender throat became increasingly urgent. “That’s it,” he guided eagerly as she managed an erotic moan.

“John…..John….” Anya whimpered, breathless as her fingers curled, nails scraping on the table, leaving her propped on balled fists, “Uh….” Hair was falling over her face, and John could feel the exertion on her skin, melding with the dampness on his. If it weren’t for his hand gripping her hip, she might have fallen forward, and still when her ragged, gasped breaths grew louder, her legs went rigid and John felt the gush of slick moisture ooze out from around his sheathed length, he was taken completely by surprise.

The feel of her pulsating around him was enough to push John to gratification, and like her unmanned breaths, John’s strained grunts grew progressively louder as ribbons of hot product further drenched her walls. He could feel her squeezing him tight, milking him for everything as he rode out their mutual highs.

He lingered inside her until Anya had soaked up the final drips of his product and sticky moisture was leaking down her thighs in slow dribbles, and wetting his. Upon pulling out, John gathered Anya’s quiet frame in his arms, encouraging her to face him. It took a minute, and a bit of urging, but eventually she looked up at him, expression largely indecipherable, though, when he roughly brushed her hair away from her face with clumsy fingers and hasty movements, only to kiss her deeply, Anya responded readily.

She was beautifully breathless, and John pressed his forehead to Anya’s before divulging softly, “I think it’s time to move you to the big house sweetheart.”

*****

Tagging- @xenoxin @violator1986 @marvelgirlonmain @greenmanalishi @foxyjwls007

[allie1804-fan]

I’ll be honest, this story makes me uncomfortable and fascinated not to mention horny all at once. Ohhhh but where will it end? Surely not well.

[onedeut]

I have just finished theses games. I was so happy playing them.

[allie1804-fan]

this is oddly bewitching even though I can't relate to the female and her Stockholm syndrome!

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

Control

Summary: You agree to meet the man that you had been sexting with for almost a year. You weren’t prepared for how your life would change.

Pairing: Donaka Mark x fem. Reader

Wordcount: 2.1 k

Rating: E

Warnings: Sex Toys, Masturbation, Overstimulation, Dirty Talk, Nipple Play, Choking, Handjobs, Smut (unprotected sex) Public sex but not really lol

A/N: This turned out hella soft comparing to anything else I have written for Donaka lmao. This weeks kinktober fic with prompts Masturbation || Nipple play || Choking || Hand jobs || Overstimulation || Sex Toys || Dirty Talk by @the-purity-pen

You were tired.

It was just after 9 am, the biggest rush in the little coffee shop you were working at just finished. You were alone today, Amber, your co-worker bailed on you, not for the first time. God, you wanted to have a normal life. With one job that paid enough instead of three. Where you would get a decent amount of sleep instead of working on your dissertation in between jobs. You wanted a fucking break.

Closing your eyes only for a second you breathed in deeply, finishing the order of a hot chocolate. You handed it over with a smile when you felt your phone in your pocket. You looked around, making sure that everyone was taken care off when you pulled your phone out, seeing it was from him.

D.

Almost a year ago you set up an account on tinder after having a drink too much. D was the only one who swiped right (great for your self esteem). He was… mysterious. Unique, and after a year of texting you still didn’t know what he looked like. His (and your) profile on tinder long gone, having swapped numbers to text like normal people.

You only knew that he owned a business and was traveling a lot for work. He could be anyone really.

He was the longest running relationship you ever had (even if you were sure you could call it that) and you had never seen or met him. But oh the way he talked to you on the phone….

D: Are you wearing it?

You: Yes

D: Rules

You: I’m not allowed to cum until I’m home.

D: Good Girl

When you looked up from your phone you caught the eyes of a man across the cafe, looking at you, before he looked away. He was a regular. Always ordering a plain black coffee and sat down exactly on the same spot to read the New York times.

He was attractive, older than you, always dressed in a sharp suit, his brown eyes always kind when they looked at you.

You gripped the counter when you felt the vibrations start. It was the lowest setting. Fuck you were gonna regret this. Months into texting with D he started sending you things. One of the things being an app controlled mini vibrator only he could control.

You’ve had a long day today and D knew it. He probably knew your schedule better than yourself. And he was in town. You would finally meet him. Tomorrow. For the first time. And apparently his goal was to make you beg for him.

The intensity didn’t increase over the next hour. Your colleague Mitch was here to take over while you cleaned the counter and made one last order for the handsome mystery guy.

He gave you a small smile, sliding his credit black card over, his phone in his hand, telling you to tip yourself well. You gave him a smile, as you swiped his card, reading his name. Donaka Mark.

You felt your phone in your pocket as you slid him his card back. He was looking at his phone too.

“Thank you Mr. Mark. And I’ll see you tomorrow?” you asked.

He pocketed his card, nodding.

“See you tomorrow,”  he winked before he turned around. When he was out, you turned around, saying goodbye to Mitch and got out your phone.

D: There’s a box waiting for you at home. Wear it tomorrow.

You: Of course

The intensity of the vibrations went up and your eyes rolled back as you grabbed your bag.

“Fuck,” you whispered.

D: You should have gotten yourself a bigger tip.

You blinked at your phone, confused, when you gasped, looking behind you through the front door. Handsome mystery man, Donaka, was standing there looking at you as the vibrations got more intense and you bit your lip as he looked up.

He winked, before he turned around and left while the vibrations stopped. You breathed in deeply, looking after him. He had started to come here almost half a year ago. D… Donaka. You shook your head to yourself, still flushed, your cunt slick with arousal.

You: How big?

D: However fucking big you want.

You were a mess by the time you came home. You just wanted to cum. You pushed the box that was waiting for you into your apartment, closing the door behind you. You undressed on your way to your bedroom, grabbing your phone and another vibe and as if he knew you’d be home your phone rang.

“Please…” you whimpered and heard him chuckle. You lay down on your bed. The whole day you’d been on the verge to cum and just when you already felt the first waves the vibrations stopped.

“Be a good girl and cum for me. I wanna hear it,” he said with his deep voice. You got out of your drenched panties, pulling the vibe out you had been wearing all day and replaced it with a bigger one.

“It will be my hands making you cum tomorrow,” he said and you whined.

“And my cock. Wanna make you scream my name…”

“D…” you moaned, fucking yourself with your vibe.

“Say my name….” he growled.

“Donaka….” you gasped, rolling your hips.

“Such a good fucking girl…. Come on. Cum. You earned it.”

You almost screamed when you finally came harder than you ever had before. You felt your whole body tingling, your legs shaking.

“Fuck…” you moaned, turning the vibe of and relaxed your body into the soft covers beneath you.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you asked, suddenly very tired, you put your blanket over yourself.

“I had to be sure…”

“Sure of what?”

“That you’re the right one,” he said and you smiled.

“I like that.”

“Sleep. My driver will pick you up at 6pm tomorrow.”

“Okay. Good night Donaka.”

Of course you googled Donaka before you left. You might have been texting with him for a year, but now that you knew… Fuck. You weren’t prepared. One of the wealthiest people in the city, made it to the list of most attractive bachelors for every year since 2004.

And you were about to meet him for dinner.

You would be lying if you were saying that you haven’t been attracted to him before. There were nights the two of you spent just talking. He seemed very lonely to you, only opening up slowly.

And now you were sitting in his car, wearing the clothes he bought for you, the Tiffany necklace that he had gifted you for your birthday and the heels he had sent you.

You were feeling like a million bucks and you wondered if he felt like that all the time.

The car stopped and the door opened. You stepped out, looking around and up the tall building.

“It’s on the topfloor Miss. The elevator on the right,” the driver said with a smile and you nodded.

Stepping into the building you walked towards the elevator that was already waiting for you, bringing you to the top floor. You were nervous. This wasn’t something you were used to. You worked three jobs that made barely enough money to afford your life. You didn’t go to fancy dinners in fancy restaurants. You closed your eyes, taking deep breaths. The elevator stopped, the doors sliding open and you opened your eyes just in time to see Donaka standing there. He was wearing a black suit, with a black dress shirt beneath, his hands in his pockets.

You took a step back when he stepped into the elevator, resting your back against the wall. “You look beautiful,” he said and you smiled a little.

“You have good taste,” you said hoarsely.

“I know,” he stepped closer and you bit your lip, swallowing.

“What… What are you doing here?” you asked and he furrowed his brows.

“I mean why are you here and not upstairs?”

“I live here,” he said, his chest now against yours.

You chuckled to yourself, shaking your head.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“This isn’t me. I…”

“Don’t. Don’t think. Let me treat you to a night out. You deserve it,” he whispered and you let your head fall back against the wall to look up at him. He was even more handsome up close, his dark eyes searching for yours. You reached one of your hands up into his neck.

“Okay,” you whispered, before you pulled him down to kiss him.

You didn’t understand half of the meals on the menu so Donaka ordered for both of you and it was delicious. Probably the best food you had in years. Donaka’s eyes didn’t leave you the whole evening. You learned pretty quickly that he wasn’t a big fan of PDA but you loved to tease him. Letting one of your feet run up his thigh, leaning over the table, so he could see your lack of bra in the dress he bought you.

His eyes seemed to get darker and darker until he asked for the check.

“You are playing with fire,” he said lowly.

“Maybe I like to get burned,” you grinned and he breathed in deeply. The waiter came and swiped Donaka’s card. Your eyes never left Donaka’s until he got up and then helped you up. His hand was resting on your lower back as he guided you towards the elevator. When the doors opened you walked in as Donaka pushed various buttons before he turned around and pushed you against the wall, his lips on yours.

“Teasing me is not something many people survive…” he groaned against your lips, his hands already pushing your dress up. You whimpered.

“Wanted to bend you over the fucking table and make you scream my name for everyone to see,” he kissed down your throat, his hands pulling your dress down to reveal your tits to him. A part of you was aware that you were in an elevator that could stop any time but fuck you didn’t care. Not with the way he was touching you.

You brought one of your hands in between your bodys. You didn’t ask as you pulled at the Zipper of his pants, pushing your hand in to find his hard cock as he bit down on your breast.

“Fuck…” you both moaned and he looked up at you. His lips closed around one of your nipples sucking it in. He brought one of his hands up, resting on your throat. You groaned, your other hand pushing into his pants to pull his cock out. He flickered his tongue over your nipple, using his teeth to pull at it while you began to pump his cock in your hand.

“Can you cum like this?” he mumbled against your skin. You tried to shake your head but his grip around your throat tightened and you whimpered.

He pulled at your other nipple and you pumped him harder.

“Fuck you’re good at this. Wanna be inside you….” he groaned, choking you a little harder.

“Fuck me…. Please… Please….” he let go of you to hoist you up against the wall, his pants hitting the floor. He wasted no time, pushing your panties to the side, thrusting into you in one fluent motion just when the elevator doors opened.

“Donaka….” you whimpered. His hand was around your throat again while you held on to his shoulders, your legs around his waist as he fucked you against the wall like you weighed nothing.

“Shhh…” he hummed, dark eyes finding yours as his hand around your throat gripped harder, choking you. Fuck you were so close.

“Waited so long for this. Fuck…” he groaned. You were looking at him, your brain blissfully foggy as he thrusted hard and you came, surprised from the intensity and he let go of his grip around your throat, letting you breathe as he fucked you through your orgasm.

“Fuck D…”

“Never letting you leave…” he moaned, pumping into you faster, biting down on your breast, hard.

“Shit…” you yelped and felt him pulse inside, filling you up.

You both tried to slow down your breathing before he carried you out of the elevator.

“Donaka….” you tried to get off of him but he only gripped you tighter.

“What?”

“Where… There… People?” you stammered and he chuckled.

“Private elevator. I own the building,” he shrugged and you blinked your eyes.

Of course he does.

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Oh my! Donarka is not usually my thing but this is hot 🔥🔥😘

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Keanu Reeves Fics Masterlist

Updating my masterlist as a way to help people find my fics. 

Started: August 25th 2020

Last updated 19th September 2021

Connecticut

1 2 3  4  5  6  7  8  9 10  11  12  13  14  15  16  17  

Ile de Re

1    2   3   4   5    6    7   8

A Doorway is Opened

1   2   3   4   5   6   7   8   9   10    11    12

New Beginnings

1  2  3   4   5   6   7   8   9   10   11  12

New Beginnings Baby Drabble

New Beginnings Baby Drabble No2

New Beginnings Baby Drabble No3

New Beginnings Baby Drabble No4

New Beginnings Baby Drabble No5

New Beginnings Baby Drabble No6

At Last

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Please Assist Me

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8,  Chapter 9, Ch6apter 10 , Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15 , Chapter 16, Chapter 17

The Fall

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

The Middle of the Road

Chapter 1,  2,  3,  4,  5,  6,  7,  8 , 9, 10, 11 , 12,  13  14 , 15 ,  16, 17

Malaise

Chapter 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

Kerensa (Part 1)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5 , Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13

Kerensa (Part 2)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10

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Last updated 19th September

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Kerensa Part 2

This is a continuation of Kerensa Part 1 which you can find here

Kerensa (Part 1)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5 , Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13

Kerensa (Part 2)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6

Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9

Chapter 10

New Beginnings

The new home in Monterey was a haven for them in many ways but as Kerry entered her 19th week, Keanu’s mood seemed to slump and he began having regular nightmares.

He’d wake up, dripping in sweat and wild-eyed, trying not to disturb Kerry. Sometimes it was a memory of Ava, others it was Kerry experiencing the stillbirth or he’d be plagued by horrific scenes of Kerry screaming covered in blood. He didn’t share what was going on, not wanting to scare her, but one night, he flailed about so much that she woke and had to shake him awake to stop it.

After fetching him a herbal tea for his frayed nerves, she addressed the issue.

“Keanu, I know there’s something you’re not telling me. It’s like when I didn’t come to Florida, you bottled up whatever was bothering you and I couldn’t reach you but you can tell me anything. If you’re scared about the baby, about losing them, please don’t think that I’m not, don’t think you can’t share that”

He drew in a sharp breath and she knew she’d landed on the truth

“But”

“But nothing, I’m here and I’m scared too. Every day I feel that fear and I give myself a stern talking to at the start of the day but it never fully goes away. We should share our fears, or we can talk to someone, a counselor - remember the midwife said that was available when we first registered with them. Or you said you saw a therapist a while back, would that be better? Someone you already have a relationship with? And come with me tomorrow to see the midwife, you can hear the heartbeat, that always makes me feel better”

He hugged her close.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have kept it from you. I just didn’t want to burden you with my demons”

“A problem shared….” She offered

“Is a problem halved” he replied.

“Exactly” she said giving him a gentle kiss.

Keanu couldn’t quite shake the nightmares, but things did get easier from then on. They would joke about tag-teaming on being O for optimistic versus SS for shit scared trying to not both hit SS mode at the same time.

And as they hit new milestones like the 20-week scan and feeling the baby move, at last they had regular reassurances that all was well. There were some panicky moments, first with Kerry developing anemia which caused her to faint a couple of times before they figured out the cause. Fortunately, she’d just fallen onto the bed and the sofa so there was no harm done. The second panic, however, was rather more serious.

Kerry was 37 weeks along, feeling like a beached whale but still managing to walk Scout each day. Their home had stone steps leading down to the shore and on this day, she’d set off alone with Scout. Keanu had forgotten his shades and had popped back inside to fetch them.

What he found as he made his way down the steps to join her was Kerry sitting on one of the steps in tears, grazes on her knee and elbow, and a very sore behind and wrist.

“Shit shit shit, what happened?”

“lost my balance” she sniffed “and went down like a sack of spuds, but I didn’t fall on bump, put my hand out, owww”

Keanu had to go into calm mode, swallowing down his rising panic and do his utmost to reassure her.

“Can you stand? Let’s get you up and over to the ER, get you checked out”

He helped her to stand, trying to avoid bashing the sore wrist which he feared could be broken, and slowly they got back up to the house with Scout whining his concern all the way there.

Having got her a drink, he quickly found the hospital bag and got her settled in the car before setting off, repressing the instinct to drive as fast as possible. He had precious cargo on board.

When Kerry was examined, they found that the fall had indeed started things off and she was already 3 cm dilated.

“No turning back now” he said smiling, still trying to be the calm one.

Kerry had a heart monitor strapped around her belly at this point and they could hear the rapid but steady beat of the baby’s heart.

She took his face in her hands and kissed him, feeling a great sense of calm come over her, enough for the both of them.

“Keanu, it’s going to be OK, do you hear that? That’s our baby and they are coming, don’t worry. They are coming.”

Her head fell back on the pillow then as a contraction hit. He held her hand feeling both the power of new life battling to be set free and her power in helping it come to fruition. That’s when he let all the fear go, all the awful images and memories of his nightmares floated away and finally, he was in the moment, helping his son come into the world.

It would be 6 long hours of sweat, screams and pain but baby Jago Alexander Reeves came into the world, screaming bloody murder to the delight of his parents and the staff looking after them. It was a tad earlier than expected but there had been no harm done from Kerry’s tumble and luckily her wrist was just sprained, not broken. She’d need some help with feeding at first, but Dad was on hand to do whatever was required.

They were home 2 days later and despite their mature years, still felt that same sense of shock that all parents feel, that the medics had actually let them come home to be in sole charge of this tiny infant. They plonked him in his car seat on the floor and sat beside him on the sofa, just staring down at him, in awe of his tiny fingers and fingernails, tiny everything.

Kerry’s phone pinged and she saw there was a notification of a new Griefcast episode. She had sent Cariad a picture of Jago the day before and decided to hit play on instinct. They both listened as the podcast began.

“Hey Griefsters, hope you’re having an OK week, I know it can be a tough time with dark nights and Christmas around the corner. Before we get to this week’s guest, I just wanted to share a truly lovely, uplifting story that just filled me with joy yesterday. You may remember that I interviewed Keanu Reeves, about a year ago now about the death of his daughter many years ago when she was stillborn. Well, Keanu met a lady last year and she, clever woman, introduced him to this little show and persuaded him to come on. Well turns out, he fell in love with her and now they’re together and 2 days ago they had the most beautiful baby boy, Jago. So I just wanted to say a big congratulations to the three of them and wish them all the happiness in the world with their new family.”

Kerry looked over at Keanu, tears in her eyes, only to see Keanu had given up the battle. He pulled her close and held her in his arm until Jago stirred and their parenting journey truly began.

THE END

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Kerensa Part 2

This is a continuation of Kerensa Part 1 which you can find here

Kerensa (Part 1)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5 , Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13

Kerensa (Part 2)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6

Chapter 7, Chapter 8

Warnings: Explicit content.

Chapter 9

It's Really Happening

Keanu tapped his foot absent-mindedly as they waited for their scan appointment time. Kerry placed a hand on his knee to calm him. The truth was, she was anxious too but it took her mind off it to try and soothe his frayed nerves. Fortunately, there wasn’t anyone else waiting as the appointments were well spaced out so they didn’t need to be worried about him being recognised and asked for a selfie!

Finally, the door opened and a couple came out, smiling and holding a string of images of their baby. Kerry and Keanu each crossed their fingers, praying that they would have good news too.

Keanu sat at the side of the examination table and held Kerry’s hand as the sonographer squidged on the cold jelly and prepared to show them their baby.

Keanu let out the breath he didn’t realise he’d been holding as a clear image of their baby came into view. Kerry looked over at him - tears were rolling down both their cheeks with the relief that he or she was still there and growing just as they should be. The sonographer took their time doing all the necessary measurements and checks and explaining what they could see on the screen as she did so.

“Look baby’s hiccoughing there, did you see?”

At the end, they were given photos and a recording of the whole thing would be emailed later.

They left the hospital both feeling high on the joy of the moment. Kerry texted her sister the good news and then Keanu took her to the nearest restaurant they could find - Kerry was ravenous!

Over lunch they talked about the return to the US and Keanu shared something with her that he’d been pondering whilst he was away. Instead of going back to LA, he suggested they fly into San Francisco and take another trip down through Big Sur, maybe to Monterey or Carmel by the Sea. Perhaps a setting a little away from the hubbub of LA and somewhere with towering cliffs would be somewhere more like home that they could be based while in California.

After lunch they headed back to their hotel so Kerry could have a nap – she couldn’t remember ever feeling so tired before. Keanu tucked her in and pulled the curtains then headed out on a secret mission to a department store he’d spotted on their walk back. When Kerry woke up, Keanu had stripped down to his boxers and climbed in next to her She saw a small parcel in silver paper and tied with a bow on his bedside table.

“What’s that?”

“Just picked up a couple of things for you” he grinned “while you were sleeping”

“aww let me see”

He handed her the parcel which she tore open, discovering 2 adorable baby-grows -one featuring jungle animals on a white background and the other simply emblazoned with “I love my mummy” on the front!

“They’re adorable, thankyou”

She set them aside and leaned in for a kiss which he returned. She blinked away a tear, seeing so much love reflected in his eyes. He wiped it away with his thumb.

“What’s up?”

“Nothing, absolutely nothing” she replied “happy tears, you make me so happy,” she said before kissing him again. The kiss started out chaste but soon became more passionate and he eased her over onto her back and started to gently stroke her neck, moving down to her shoulders and towards her breasts.

“This OK?” he asked, unsure if she would feel ready yet, but desperate, after over 2 months, to make love again.

She just nodded and pulled him down into another kiss, moaning as his hands stroked her nipples through her bra. He made light work of removing their clothes, finishing, with her panties which he threw aside before burying his eager face in her pussy.

Kerry’s breath came in short gasps at the sensation of his tongue exploring her folds and teasing her clit.

“God I’ve missed you” she cried.

He looked up and grinned

“Just for the cunnilingus?” he joked mirroring what she’d said to him about her hand-jobs a few days before.

He returned to his task and she stroked his head as he moaned into her, the vibrations of his voice adding another level to her pleasure

“holy fuck” was her next response as he flicked fast over the swollen nub. Sensing she was getting close, he paused and kneeled up for a moment. His chin was covered in her flowing juices.

“Ready to come for me baby?” he said with a teasing look as he licked two long fingers and prepared to push them inside her.

Then he started to lick her again, sliding one hand under her to raise her hips towards his face as his welcome fingers slid inside.

As he began to pump, she thrust her pussy against his hand, she couldn’t get enough of him. His fingers curled with each thrust, seeking her g-spot whilst his tongue was rotating around her increasingly hard and swollen clit. Judging the moment perfectly, he switched to sucking, his whole mouth over her pussy and that’s when she let go - a long, loud moan and a flood of juices accompanying the fluttering and clenching of her cunt around his fingers.

He laid his head on her stomach and kissed it.

“Now that was your mommy cumming baby, she’s loud, isn’t she? And while you’re in there is hopefully the only time you’ll hear that!

Kerry giggled, still a little breathless from the exertion of her orgasm.

Keanu crawled up, straddling her, and kissed her, letting her taste what she’d released all over his face. By now his hard cock was pressing close to her entrance and she let him know she was ready for him, opening her legs and raising her hips to allow his gentle entry. They both moaned as he found his way home. He moved slowly and didn’t push as far as he would normally to start with, but she soon encouraged him.

“It’s OK darling, more, all of you, please, don’t stop”

“Oh god I love you, so much, ah ah, God yes”

Her pussy was already starting to spasm around him and he couldn’t have stopped in a million years even if he wanted to. Her screams took him beyond himself and he came, his face crimson and eyes locked with hers as they shared their joy.

Just 10 days later, Kerry found herself on the terrace of a beautiful cabin-style home on the outskirts of Monterey. The view was breathtaking, stretching several miles along the coast. Keanu stood behind her, his arms wrapped around her, hands gently cradling her small baby bump. He whispered in her ear.

“So what do you think, can you see us here, the three of us?”

“mmmm” she sighed, turning to give him a kiss.

“I love it – and it’s great that we can rent it, gives us a chance to see if it works for you, you know for work”

“and if it does, we can look for somewhere to buy or even build something of our own”

“You’re so generous do you know that?”

“naaaah – you know what I say”

“Can’t take it with you” they said together giggling.

“Right so we should enjoy its bounty OK? You, me, and the baby.”

After a few more days exploring the area, they headed back to LA where there were announcements to be made.

“You’re what?!” his mother said sharply at the news, not really believing her ears.

“We’re expecting a baby ma, in December. Kerry is a little over 3 months along now.”

“Was this planned?”

Kerry looked down at her feet, feeling the piercing gaze of Patricia on her.

“Yes ma, very much and we’re both delighted about it, OK?”

“Well, OK then, congratulations, Kerry how are you feeling?”

“Much better now, the sickness is gone, and having the scan gave us, you know, some reassurance”

His mother seemed to relax then and asked to see the pictures, even getting a little teary as she looked at the images of her grandchild.

“Kim and Karina will be thrilled, they always wanted to be aunties.”

“and you a granny at last” he teased.

“mmm I’ll have to let that one sink in” she laughed.

She was less impressed at the news that they would be renting a place in Monterey and spending far less time in LA but Keanu promised he’d always visit when he was in town and reminded her how often he was out of town with work in any case.

“And you can visit us up there – the place we’ve found has 5 bedrooms so plenty of space for us, the baby, and visitors.”

The news was greeted with surprise, excitement and joy by the rest of their family and friends. Keanu guessed Autumn would find out via the grapevine, but he made no effort to include her.

They also had a meeting with Cheryl, his publicist, choosing to wait until they were asked rather than make a formal announcement. They’d never even confirmed officially that they were a couple, Keanu preferring not to share anything about his private life in a formal way and Kerry being perfectly happy with that arrangement.

For the next few weeks, they stayed in LA but made preparations for the move to Monterey in July deciding what they might want to ship there and what they needed to buy new. Kerry was glad of the distraction this provided.

Distraction was good because of the fear in the back of her mind that this pregnancy wouldn’t last either and on top of that, the film Keanu had shot in Cornwall would have its premiere at the end of June and he’d asked her to attend with him. She was already showing so by then the pregnancy would be unmistakable. The process of being dressed for the event was entirely alien to Kerry and took some getting used to. Karina was her buddy supporting her with it, for which she was eternally grateful. They chose an empire line dress in a light turquoise fabric which complimented her fair complexion. The skirt was full and would accommodate the growing bump and the seamstress would make the final adjustments to the bust the day before.

When the day arrived, Kerry couldn’t quite believe the hoopla around such an event. They couldn’t dress at home, oh no, a suite was booked in a Downtown 5-star hotel where they’d be primped and preened before a limo took them to Mann’s Chinese theatre.

As they made their way down in the elevator with Cheryl, Keanu held her hand, rubbing little circles over it with his thumb.

“Smile” Cheryl encouraged “I’ll be right there the whole time so if he gets pulled away to an interviewer or to the crowd, you’ll never be alone ok. They’ll love you, you’ve made him happy.

That broke the tension a little and Keanu squeezed her hand and grinned.

“Off we go - and don’t forget you get to see your favourite place on the big screen too.”

Happily, there weren’t hordes of press at the hotel so she had time to prepare a little for the pop of flashbulbs and the noisy crowd that they were about to face on the short journey to the theatre. Nothing can really prepare you, but Keanu and Cheryl both worked hard to make it bearable by always talking to her, making her see the funny side of it all.

Kerry felt proud to be by his side and support him in his work, but the aftermath of the public appearance was intense scrutiny. She turned off all her social media and didn’t dare to look at any press. She knew from friends that it was filled with stories that focussed in on Keanu’s previous unhappy experience with Ava and Jen, making comparisons and, she knew, speculating if it would happen again. They were also stalked by paparazzi everywhere they went and were relieved that they would soon be out of the Hollywood glare.

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Kerensa Part 2

This is a continuation of Kerensa Part 1 which you can find here

Kerensa (Part 1)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5 , Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13

Kerensa (Part 2)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Warnings: Explicit content.

Chapter 8

Discovery

“Keanu!”

He didn’t say anything, just looked from the fridge to her, his eyes wide, a stunned expression on his face. Her eyes tracked to the place he was focussed on, on the fridge door. They had bought a fridge magnet from Tresco Abbey on their visit the previous year and, tucked under it, was the 8-week scan picture.

She approached him slowly, wondering about his reaction. Was he angry that she’d kept this a secret? Was he happy?

“Keanu,” she said again when she was standing right in front of him, “Keanu sweetheart, we’re going to have a baby. That’s your baby there a few weeks ago, at 8 weeks. I’m 11 weeks now and I’m sorr”

She couldn’t even get the word “sorry” out before he was giving her a smacker of a kiss and hugging her close.

“We did it? We really did it, back in LA before I left?”

She nodded, tears flowing down her cheeks now, seeing from his broad smile and excited exclamation that he was truly happy.

“Uh-huh, I only found out when I got here. But I didn’t want to worry you when you were so far away. I wanted to tell you face to face.”

“I think I need a sit-down,” he said “then you can update me on everything”

She chuckled.

“Come on, let’s go sit out on the swing seat. That’s our place for big chats right?”

“Right” he grinned.

They sat swinging in the sunshine and she updated him on her health, the due date, her worries, and the advice of the consultant.

“You used the medical cover right?”

“Yes, thank you” she squeezed his hand, “I really appreciated that. Meant I could see a good specialist quickly. And the next scan is in 2 days, back in London. If that all goes well, we can make arrangements to fly back”

“And it’s safe right?”

“Yes - to be honest, it was probably safe already but she just advised that I not do anything that I could later blame myself for if I lost the baby in the early weeks. She recommended calm and rest so that’s what I’ve been doing. He hugged her to him again.

“I’m so relieved, I was worried when you didn’t come back that there was something wrong, that you’d decided we weren’t enough, that you preferred it here, alone to being in LA with me. I know it wasn’t your favourite place and I was being difficult before……”

“I was worried too”

“Why?”

She took a deep breath.

“Can I ask you something? About your past?”

“Sure ….why?” he looked curiously at her wondering what on earth from his past had worried her.

“When you had a girlfriend before, and you had to go on location, would you be, errr faithful or did you, you know fool around?”

“I would never” he started to protest

“No hear me out, would you say to your girlfriends that you couldn’t promise to stay faithful when you were away?”

“Oh, well, yeah that’s true, back in the day, I found monogamy hard. But that’s because the girlfriends I had back then, they were never…… it was never real enough you know, there was never anyone who I loved like I love you”

“Is that how it was, with Autumn?”

“Yeah, yes, it was.” He paused as a thought occurred to him “Did she say something to you?”

Kerry nodded, swallowing hard at the memory.

“What? What did she say?”

“She …” Kerry took another breath, “she asked how I was coping with your whole ‘what happens on location, stays on location’ thing and, she said” Kerry couldn’t finish.

“What?”

“She said a leopard never changes its spots”

“Man, she is a piece of work!”

“mmmm” was all Kerry could say.

“is that why you came back here?”

“Yeah a bit, it just messed with my mind and I was obviously a hormonal mess without realising it as well. I was impressionable you know?”

“I’m so sorry she said that, that’s low and, I dunno, I thought she was over it and she was my friend ……. Clearly not”

“I’m sorry hun”

“Yeah, me too – and I promise you, those days are over. I am faithful, happy with monogamy now. I would never do anything to hurt you, especially not that, OK?”

“Ok”

Their updates completed, Keanu found himself yawning, still suffering from jet lag, so he took a nap while Kerry went in search of something for dinner from the deli. Keanu found her baking a quiche when he returned to the kitchen. He stood and watched her for a moment before she noticed him

“You really are glowing you know. When I got here and found you sleeping, I could see it but I just thought it was the sea air, but you look ….radiant, so very beautiful” Kerry smiled

“Thank you ….You’re lucky you missed the vomiting weeks, not so beautiful then!” she said as she popped the quiche in the oven.

“Come 'ere I’ll make it up to you. I would have held your hair back and rubbed your back if I’d been there.”

“I know hun”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a little peck on the lips.

“But you feel good now?”

“Yeah, yes. Still scared, but well.”

“I don’t think being scared is ever going to leave us is it?”

“Not unless they’ve invented a portable ultrasound that you can have strapped on permanently, no.”

“It’ll be ok, I’ll keep you safe, I promise”

“After dinner and a quick night-time walk with Scout, they headed up for an early night.

In the bedroom Kerry started to undress when Keanu stopped her.

“Let me”

“I can’t, we can’t” she started, thinking that he wanted to undress her as a preamble to sex.

“No no I know, that can wait. I just want to see you. Then I’m going to take a quick shower, I still feel grubby from traveling.”

He took over undoing the buttons of her grandad-style shirt, taking it off and placing it on the chair in the corner of her room. Then he untied the bow on her wrap skirt and unwound the layers so she could step out. He reached out and felt her slightly rounded belly.

“Ooh it’s firmer “

“Yeah I just noticed that too. They call it thickening, it’s the walls of the uterus changing.”

“Amazing, so wonderful” he marveled leaning in to kiss her.

Then he reached round to undo her bra sliding the straps off and pulling it away to reveal her heavier breasts, areola darkening already.

“Do they hurt?” he asked, reaching out to touch them but not wanting to hurt her.

“Just a little tender”

He cupped one in each hand and moaned.

“Wow, they were already gorgeous but now!”

She giggled

“I thought you’d like that aspect!”

He grinned then kissed her before turning away to undress for his shower.

“Shall I join you?”

“Sure, I’d like that”

“We can do that thing you like me doing, no need for you to go without!”

He grinned and rushed to take off the rest of his clothes and get the shower running. Kerry had had a large shower installed when she bought the house and did a few renovations to it, so there was room for two. As the steam billowed up, she lathered a shower puff and rubbed it over his firm chest and down to his groin cupping his balls with her other hand.

He steadied himself with one arm pushed against the tiles and the other around her waist. His eyes closed as the pleasure coursed through his veins.

His cock was already standing to attention and Kerry dropped the shower puff and wrapped her fingers around the shaft. She gripped it at the top, then she slowly pulled the foreskin down to reveal the head as she kissed him passionately, starting to Jack him slowly. With the fingers of her other hand, she softly rubbed the area under his balls making him groan deep in his throat.

“God I missed you!”

“Just for my hand jobs ?” she giggled

“No, but yeah you’re so good ….. the way you touch me ….. aghhh” he moaned again as she increased the pace and kissed him again.

Kerry loved the control she had over him and the pleasure she gave him when she did this. As she increased the pace again and gripped just a little tighter, she could feel him stiffen as he got close. Their lips parted as he came.

“Fuuuck” he shouted as his cum sprayed out over her hand.

He pulled her to him, laying his head on her shoulder and breathing hard.

“Thank you, woah, that was a whole lot of sexual tension you just relieved there! You sure you don’t want anything?” he asked after his hand wandered to her folds which were wet.

She declined, feeling strange even about the exertion and possible impact cumming could have.

“I know I’m being superstitious but let’s just wait till after the scan”

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Kerensa Part 2

This is a continuation of Kerensa Part 1 which you can find here

Kerensa (Part 1)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5 , Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13

Kerensa (Part 2)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Adjusting

The GP took Kerry’s details and suggested, given her age and history, that she use her private medicine to see a pregnancy specialist to get an early scan and review her care.

A week later, Kerry found herself sitting in the waiting room at St Mary’s Hospital Paddington. The consultant was a lady in her early 60s who asked her history and took all the details of the 2 miscarriages. Then she asked Kerry to pop up on the bed ready for a scan. She eased her jeans and knickers down and the consultant smeared on the cold jelly and started to move the wand over her belly. Kerry held her breath looking at the screen, remembering the times when nothing could be seen or a still image of a dead embryo was there.

After a few moments, the consultant announced

“There you are, little tyke hiding.”

Tears fell then as Kerry looked at the tiny kidney bean shape on the screen flickering away.

The consultant squeezed her hand, understanding the emotion of the moment.

Measurements were taken and they aligned with a pregnancy of 8 weeks. She could also see the signs of a condition called polycystic ovarian syndrome which does come with a slightly elevated risk of miscarriage, possibly explaining the first 2 lost pregnancies years ago as well as the struggle previously to get pregnant and the occasionally irregular periods. Kerry’s biggest fear was that it would happen again. The consultant’s main advice was folic acid and rest but based on how anxious Kerry was, she also suggested that she didn’t fly back to LA until she’d reached 12 weeks. This wasn’t due to any real risk but having experience of many pregnant women with fertility and or loss issues, she knew that they could blame themselves for a loss based on the tiniest thing that probably had nothing to do with it, but they would beat themselves up all the same.

“So go somewhere you feel calm - you said you’re a writer didn’t you?So I guess you can do that anywhere” Kerry nodded thinking of her argument with Keanu.

“and we’ll book you in for another scan at 12 weeks and after that, you can head back to LA and your partner”

A few days later, Kerry was on the train headed for Penzance. She’d had a few quick phone calls with Keanu since being back in UK – she was relieved that he hadn’t been able to video call as the only time that worked was when he was heading out to set at 7am their time as he wasn’t getting back til 10 at night when she would be asleep again, so quick phone calls were the easiest thing along with the odd text when he was waiting around on set. He had another couple of weeks on location which took them, unbeknown to him, to her 11th week. She said she’d try to schedule her return to coincide with his, counting on saying later that she couldn’t get a flight with the dog travel in time to get around why she wasn’t going to make it.

The consultant was right that being somewhere where she felt calm would help and Kerry settled back to her old Sennen routine of walks on the beach and writing. The sickness was pretty bad during weeks 9 and 10 but was settling as she headed into week 11. She even found herself hopeful enough to work out the due date of December 1st though she didn’t dare write it down anywhere!

The shoot was over and Keanu was due home, but she hadn’t spoken to him in a few days since the end of the shoot was frantic, followed by a wrap party and then he had to travel home. When he finally called, from LA this time rather than Florida, he was disappointed that she hadn’t made it back. Kerry finessed her excuse about the flight saying she’d been about to book the one to be there by now but Scout had got an abscess on her paw and she wanted to be sure he was fully recovered before booking the flight. He accepted this and offered to get his PA on the case to help secure something as soon as she was confident that Scout was OK. When he did call his PA though, he had a different idea. He hoped Kerry would like it. She hadn’t been very chatty on their call and he worried that absence hadn’t made the heart grow fonder or that she’d realised she preferred life in Sennen alone to life in LA with him.

Truth be told, she was still concerned about their relationship, could they make it work with their work commitments? Had it been a flash in the pan, a whirlwind romance and not true love? But she missed him so much and she could see the care in his eyes when they spoke – her worries based on Autumn’s comments had eased and she planned to make arrangements to fly back to LA as soon she’d had the 12-week scan.

3 days later, Kerry took Scout for her usual late morning walk and tired them both out with the fresh air and exercise. After a quick sandwich, she lay down on the sofa for a nap and Scout curled up in his basket.

Keanu’s car pulled up at the house in Sennen at 2pm. He thanked the driver, hauled his bag from the car boot and made his way to the kitchen door. It was a warm day and he found it open. He called out but nobody answered so he dropped his bag and went in search of Kerry. He found her still sleeping on the sofa, a snuggle blanket draped over her and her hair held back in a loose ponytail. Scout was still sleeping, fortunately, so there was no excited barking to disturb Kerry’s sleep. She looked different to him somehow but he couldn’t put his finger on it. He thought it was probably just being out in the sea air more that had given her cheeks a soft glow.

He decided to leave her sleeping and make himself a coffee so he crept back to the kitchen. The sounds of him finding a cup and filling the kettle floated through to the living room and Scout stirred making a quiet bark as he trotted through.

“Hello boy, it’s just me” Keanu cooed in a low voice giving him a rub on the head. He went to the fridge to fetch the milk and stopped in his tracks.

That’s how Kerry found him as she stumbled through sleepily wondering what the noise was.

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Kerensa Part 2

This is a continuation of Kerensa Part 1 which you can find here

Kerensa (Part 1)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5 , Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13

Kerensa (Part 2)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Escape

By the end of the week, having made the various arrangements for her trip and Keanu’s home in her absence, she was checking in Scout at the airport for his special transit for the journey home. Back with her sister the following day, she took to her bed straight away – the extra time to check-in Scout then wait for him to have his checks at the other end meant she’d been travelling for close to 24 hours!

“So spill” Rosie said the following morning over breakfast.

“Spill what?” Kerry replied, shifting in her seat sensing where this was going.

“Why are you here? Is there trouble in paradise? Has he hurt you?, I mean, no offence, but you look dreadful!”

“Thanks!” Kerry retorted. “I was traveling for like 24 hours basically, it took it out of me”

“So there’s nothing wrong?”

Kerry’s eyes filled with tears. She tried to hold them in, but it was impossible.

“I don’t know” she sniffed.

“You don’t know if anything’s wrong, yet you’ve flown home out of the blue and now you’re crying in my kitchen!” Rosie scoffed.

Kerry shrugged.

“I meant I don’t really know if anything’s wrong. And I came home because Keanu’s on location, they’re doing long days on set, my course finished and I was lonely in LA”

“And you didn’t want to be with your new love to solve the loneliness even if it was just to spend your nights together?”

Kerry drew a deep breath.

“Someone told me something that made me think twice, that’s all”

“Who? What?”

“This woman, Autumn, an ex of his”

“You talk to his ex?

“exes actually”

“Really, why would you?”

“Coz he’s still friends with them and I think he’d asked her to check on me while he was away”

“And what did she say”

Kerry drew another shaky breath.

“She said he had always had ….. flings I guess while away on location because he couldn’t go without for that long …. She said he has a thing …. ‘What happens on location stays on location’”

“And do you like this woman, trust her?”

“She’s OK ….. his sister told me she’s pissed off that she didn’t hold onto him, that’s why she’s all touchy-feely with him and always goes on about things from long ago, you know to show how she’s the more established one than me”

“Sound to me like you should take what she says with a massive pinch of salt” Rosie scoffed.

“And he’s never said anything to make you think that way?”

“No, and she sort of implied I’d know the rule, like he would have told me this before he left”

“Well, there you are then, it’s obviously a thing from the past. When did she go out with him anyway?”

“The early 90s I think”

“So he was, what?, in his 30s then? and doing roles like Point Break, hot and in demand - not saying he’s not now, but you know what I mean, so that’s perhaps what he told her and now she’s probably mad as hell that he’s with you and being faithful”

Kerry nodded, she could see in the cold light of Rosie’s analysis that she was being irrational but still the tears came.

“Hey, what’s with you, it’s not like you to be such a watering pot, so irrational. Come on drink up” she encouraged, handing Kerry her coffee.

Straight away, Kerry went pale, slammed the coffee down, and ran to the toilet.

When she returned, Rosie had a smug grin all over her face.

“So you’re pregnant then?!”

“What?!”

“Come on don’t be coy, it’s so obvious”

Kerry’s mouth fell open. The thought hadn’t even crossed her mind, she’d been so preoccupied with worrying about Keanu’s nefarious activities on location.

“You mean it hadn’t occurred to you? I mean you’re exhausted and more than just jet-lagged, you’re over-emotional and now coffee just made you heave …… not to be too personal but are you using contraception?”

She shook her head slowly

“No, errr, we um”

“you’re trying! And still you didn’t suspect?”

“I’ve been preoccupied!” Kerry defended.

“Yes, with some bullshit story spun by a jealous ex-girlfriend!”

Kerry couldn’t help but smile at that.

“So, when was your last period. Come on let’s work it out, you should get a test”

Kerry grabbed her diary

“7 weeks ago! I hadn’t thought about it. Sometimes they are a bit all over the place though. Could be nothing…..”

Rosie clapped her hands together excitedly.

“I don’t think so - I’ll go buy you a test. You stay put, put your feet up, eat some ginger biscuits – that might help, There’s some in the cupboard”

And with that she was off, returning half an hour later with a pack of 2 digital tests and a confident purchase of some folic acid tablets and more ginger biscuits.

Kerry retreated to the bathroom and did the first test, sitting on the toilet head in hands while she waited. She didn’t know if excitement or terror was the predominant emotion. The last couple of months had been rocky in their relationship and she still didn’t know why he’d been so weird about her not going on location with him. The timer on her phone pulled her out of her musings with a start. She turned the test over and gasped as she read the word “pregnant” in the results window. Tears streamed down her face, again a mix of sad and happy. A knock on the door startled her and she told her sister to come in.

Seeing her face, Rosie smiled “I take it you are pregnant then sweetie?”

Kerry just nodded.

“Come on, let’s go get you some breakfast and decide what to do next OK?”

“Do?”

“Yeah, like seeing a doctor, calling Keanu, going back to LA …..”

“But I’m going to Sennen”

“Well OK, I guess you should now you’re here, but the other stuff, telling him, the ..

“I’m not telling him over the phone” Kerry interrupted

“But…..”

“But nothing, I need time to absorb it”

Rosie backed off, seeing Kerry was just too on edge to think straight but she did get her to make an appointment with Rosie’s GP for the next day.

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Kerensa Part 2

This is a continuation of Kerensa Part 1 which you can find here

Kerensa (Part 1)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5 , Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13

Kerensa (Part 2)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

Chapter 5

California Rocks

Once they were back in LA after the shoot, Kerry continued to work on her novel. Keanu’s film had moved to studio shoot stage and he was once again working long days. They tried to organise their time so they had time together but often Kerry would eat her evening meal alone, walk Scout and be almost ready for bed on his return.

With Keanu being busy, they weren’t doing much socially either so Kerry did start to feel a little isolated again. She decided to look into taking a writing class at UCLA. That way, she might make contacts and have more of a life of her own whilst in LA and not feel so reliant on Keanu. She hadn’t realised how important her independence was until it was gone. The course would last a couple of months and she hoped to get new impetus to the novel’s direction.

Keanu had a second shoot coming up and wanted to make plans for another joint trip.

“I don’t think I can come to this one hun”

His face fell instantly

“But we had such a great time in San Fran …”

“ I know sweetheart but I’ll still have 3 weeks more of the writing course left by then and I honestly think spring in Florida ..... it’s going to be too hot for Scout.”

“But we haven’t been apart for 6 months …”

“ I know but we’re grown ups right? And we’ll talk every day if you like and maybe once the course is done, I can fly down and visit, leave Scout with your mum for a few days like we did at Christmas.”

You said you could write anywhere, be anywhere….

“Oh, that’s not fair!”

“Why not? You did say that.”

“Yeah, yeah I did and it’s true but that was before. And I have written in all sorts of places on our travels for your meetings and location work so far. But I can’t complete my course remotely”

“Why not? Don’t we have the tech to do that these days?”

“Well, maybe but the course work and tuition, even if I could do it remotely, isn’t the only reason to do it. I’m building some friendships and connections of my own, you know that. They’re practically the only people I know here who aren’t your friends and family”

“And what’s wrong with my friends and family?”

“Oh stop being ridiculous! There’s nothing wrong with them, they’re lovely but they aren’t mine. Look people say all sorts of things at the beginning of a relationship. We were drunk on love but things change – and when I said that I could work anywhere I hadn’t realised how fucking hot and hostile to dogs this country can be!”

“Were drunk on love ?”

“You know what I mean!”

“I’m not sure I do.”

Keanu turned and grabbed his bike keys.

“Maybe some time apart would be good for us, to see where our priorities lie!”

Then he stormed to the garage. She heard the doors go up and, minutes later, the engine roared and he was pulling out and zooming away.

“Shit! What got into him?” she wondered, “I never said I could drop everything to follow him around like some lapdog bimbo” An awful thought crossed her mind that maybe, deep down, he’d been banking on having her at his beck and call precisely because she was away from all her own friends and family. But that didn’t really fit with how considerate he normally was, something else must have made him react like that.

A couple of hours later, to her relief, he was back and full of remorse at his outburst. They each apologised for their tetchiness, not wanting to go to bed on an argument. Nevertheless, for whatever reason, it clearly still rankled with Keanu that she wasn’t going to accompany him to Florida. Kerry worried that either there was something making him insecure or a problem with work that was making him unsettled or worst of all, that he’d got too used to having his own way over the years and didn’t know how to compromise. Maybe their honeymoon phase was over?

As the time approached for him to go, they’d still had no luck with a pregnancy and it seemed that their lovemaking got more intense and desperate as his leaving got closer – as if they thought they would never make love again. Keanu would frequently say how much he was going to miss her and Scout, and she him but she’d committed to the course and he seemed somewhat resigned to it, if still not entirely happy.

Once he’d gone, she was very glad in those first 3 weeks to have the course to keep her busy and give her human contact. The main friends of his she liked to see socially were out of town so she felt vindicated in insisting she needed her own friends. She skyped with him most days if filming allowed and they messaged if not, but she was glad she didn’t have to rely just on him and his contacts. And there was one such contact she really wished she didn’t know….. Autumn.

Seemingly oblivious to Kerry’s discomfort with her, Keanu had mentioned to Autumn that he was going away and that he’d appreciate it if she called in on Kerry. The day she called, Kerry was out of sorts. The course was finished and she hadn’t slept well for the past few days. She’d found herself just vegging about, unable to write, and that day she was in lounge pants and one of Keanu’s Arch T-shirts when she heard the doorbell. She looked at the security camera and groaned when she saw who it was but she had the car parked out front, so knew Autumn would know she was there. She also guessed she was coming at Keanu’s bidding so if she didn’t answer, Autumn would report back and he’d worry.

“Hey” she said after opening the door though she didn’t immediately invite her in.

“You know Keanu’s out of town right?”

“Yeah sure sure, let me in though, there’s one of those tour busses just coming by”

Kerry swiftly let her in, not wanting anyone to spy her in her lounge pants nor Autumn arriving.

“So how are you?”, Autumn enquired raising an eye-brow “you look kind of washed out”

“Gee thanks, err, just didn’t sleep well”

“awwww missing Kiki” she said pointedly dropping in Kerry’s pet name for him to show she knew the old nickname.

“Yeah I guess” Kerry agreed not wanting to provide any details.

Kerry offered Autumn a tea and they sat on the patio to enjoy the morning sun.

“So how are you handling the location stuff?”

“You mean him being away?”

“Well, yeah and you know the whole ‘what happens on location stays on location’ thing he has going on.”

“sorry?”

“Oh surely he’s told you that, you know, ‘I can’t be without a woman that long so what happens …..”

“Errm , no we never”

“Oh, well maybe he’s not like that anymore but, well a leopard doesn’t change its spots” she said, smirking and taking another sip of tea.”

Kerry didn’t know where to put herself. Was that why he’d wanted her there. For sex and to stop himself from playing away?” Her stomach suddenly heaved at the thought and she ran for the bathroom.

She was still retching over the toilet bowl when she heard Autumn call in to her.

“Sorry hun but I gotta run. Don’t worry, maybe he’s changed now he’s older”

When Keanu called later on, she didn’t want to reveal anything about her talk with Autumn or her churning emotions but she’d made one decision: she needed to get out of LA. So she listened to his update about the shoot and when he said they were having to do some very long days to catch up after some weather-based delays, she took her chance and told him that while he was working those long days, she’d take the opportunity to go back to the UK for a while with Scout, just while he was at peak busyness on location. He was disappointed she wouldn’t be joining him but he knew he wouldn’t have much free time to spend with her so it made sense.

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Kerensa Part 2

This is a continuation of Kerensa Part 1 which you can find here

Kerensa (Part 1)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5 , Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13

Kerensa (Part 2)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

Chapter 4 California Routine

Warnings: Some explicit content

Keanu had a script and an animated film voice-over going on through January and was usually gone the whole day. Kerry would start the day with some laps of the pool, do writing then walk Scout if she could quickly but she soon got put off by the frequency of being spotted by a “homes of the stars” tour bus. She ended up doing walks early and late then staying home all day. It reminded her a bit of working during Covid, only without the constant Teams meetings and it wasn’t long before the loneliness kicked in.

It was on one such lonely day that her mood was made worse by a FaceTime call coming in from her sister.

Rosie was quick to see the sadness in her sister’s expression and pushed to find out more. Kerry confessed that LA was beginning to make her feel trapped - not being able to just go for a walk out of your door like at home without being on a dangerous road or too hot or hassled by paparazzi or tourists really sucked. What she didn’t mention was that she also got her period that day. She didn’t want to tell anyone they were trying and it had only been 3 months so no time at all, but that didn’t stop her from quitting writing early and going to bed for a good cry.

The next day things weren’t much better and she was desperately craving company and fresh air by the time Keanu got home.

“Can’t we just order in” Keanu groaned when she suggested they head down to the beach and find somewhere they could eat out then take Scout for his walk.

“Please, I just need to get out of this place”? Her disparaging tone about his home wound him up.

“What this awful place in the Hollywood Hills, with a pool and privacy ….”

“Sorry I know, it’s just, I need to feel the breeze, have some open space, you know. I’ve been going stir crazy today and I’m on my period ….. again.”

“Come ‘ere” he soothed immediately. He knew she was on her period, but they had a pact not to talk about it so their trying for a baby wouldn’t become an obsession if at all possible.

He held her for a few moments.

“I’m sorry I’m just tired but we can go out, anything to make you feel better”

They did go out and the walk in the sea breeze really helped her feel better. They talked about what was coming up for them and there was a possible trip to look forward to which would give Kerry a change of scene.

Keanu had some location work in San Francisco in mid-February. He suggested they both go and he’d look into staying somewhere close to the sea if they could rather than a hotel in the city.

The production team found them a house close to the beach and they took a couple of days off to take a leisurely drive up with Scout, taking the PCH and Big Sur route. Kerry could feel the tension leaving her shoulders just at the sight of the cliffs and sea.

The house they pulled up to was in a Victorian-era terrace with pale blue plaster walls and a steep set of steps up from the street. The beach was a 15-minute walk through a park and Kerry loved it the minute she set eyes on it. The decor reminded her of the hotel in Tresco, all soft creams and blues that soothed the soul. There was a small garden out back so Scout could be outdoors while Kerry worked but walks would be much easier to manage with the park and beach so close.

After looking around, Kerry went to the bedroom to unpack.

“You making your nest?” Keanu said teasing her as he joined her in the bedroom.

“You know I like to have things in their proper place - and you do too Virgo boy so you can’t talk!”

“Alright! Anyway, are you happy? Did I do good?” he asked, wrapping his arms around her from behind, keeping her from her task.

She turned in his arms laughing.

“Yeah, you did good Reeves, very good. You know don’t take this, you know, the wrong way or like I’m fishing or anything, but …”

“What?”

“But life with you, it’s like a wonderful long honeymoon you know ?”

He laughed understanding why she hadn’t wanted him to think she wanted a proposal!

“Mmmm I agree because you, my love, certainly do taste sweet as honey” she giggled “and I do love your moons” he added, squeezing her buttocks. He kissed her then, deeply and it soon turned hungry and demanding, his hands moving to the buttons on her shirt and the zipper on her jeans.

He broke the kiss only to shove the half-unpacked case onto the floor and push her back on the bed where he began an attack on her breasts with his hands and mouth. It didn’t take long to remove the rest of their clothes and join everything that mattered. She welcomed him in every way, her pussy wet and wide open, her arms pulling him to her and hands raking up his back. He felt like he had become literally joined to her, the squeezing of her muscles starting a tingling and throbbing all along his rigid cock as he pumped in and out. He slowed a little, leaning down to kiss her, trying to hold back but it was useless. Her throat was like a fountain and he let go, filling her in a tremendous burst as her pussy fluttered and pulsed around him. He had to release her from the kiss to shout out his joy and she screamed hers. She fell back on the bed and he down upon her, breathing heavily into her neck for a while before lifting up and smiling down into her eyes.

“Love you Kerensa” he said using her full name which he often chose in moments of passion

“Love you too Kiki !” she’d taken to calling him that since he’d confessed it was a childhood nickname.

The trip passed quickly. Kerry loved San Francisco and split her days between writing and exploring the seafront, parks and the harbour side with Scout in tow as much as she could. She would report back each day with finds and suggestions for restaurants for dinner. Her worries from LA seemed far away.

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Kerense Part 2

This is a continuation of Kerensa - read Part 1 here

Kerensa (Part 1)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5 , Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13

Chapter 1, Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Warnings : Just like Keanu in these fics, I don't actually know any of the other real people portrayed here so my versions of them are all supposition!

LA Home?

After a couple of weeks, they moved on to LA. Kerry was Flabbergasted by the size and style of his home. It had a cool feel due to the size of the rooms and the large pieces of art in the main living area which had vast bi-fold doors leading out to the patio and pool. He was most excited to show her his pond with Koi Carp and the breathtaking view.

His office and bedroom were warmer in style, more in keeping with the man and she was thrilled with the kitchen which his sister had designed with herself in mind for when she visited and wanted to cook or for Keanu when he had a caterer come in.

On their first night, they ordered take out and ate outside by the pool. They were both tired from travelling but he promised to take her out to some favourite haunts soon. His bigger priority was making her and Scout feel at home and welcome.

That started with meeting his mum. Having heard a lot about her before he left, his mother, in particular, was very keen to make her acquaintance. She invited them over and had a meal catered.

She was welcoming but there was an edge of scrutiny in her gaze and her questions.

In the car on the way home, Kerry pointed it out.

It’s just like Jason Robards says in Parenthood. “It never ends”

“What?”

“Well, your mum was clearly concerned I might be some kind of leach!”

“Kerry, she thinks that about everyone I meet, but especially women. But she liked you, I could tell. And you bonded over all your English connections right?”

“I guess!”

Next up was Karina who had them over for Thanksgiving. She was more easygoing than her mother and they had a very relaxed day with Keanu and his brother-in-law bonding over the football and Kerry and Karina enjoying working together in the kitchen.

In the weeks running up to Christmas, their projects were on hiatus and they focussed on getting Kerry acclimatised to LA. Keanu bought her a car (she was not up for driving his Porsche) and they went on bike rides up PCH, took Scout on hikes in local parks and continued her introductions to his friends.

Key amongst them was Alex Winter and his family. They spent a great day on the beach at Malibu with him, his wife and their 2 youngest sons. Alex took a cute pic of Kerry and Keanu there - She had straggly wet hair from messing around in the sea and was wearing a loose shirt over her swimming costume. Her arms were draped around Keanu’s neck and they were both grinning broadly. She liked it so much, she had it printed and framed and placed it on their dressing table. It was one way she could try to settle in.

She certainly felt safe and welcome in his home, but, truth be told, not really at home

Some of that was connected to Scout. There was an inner courtyard where Scout could chill in a shady spot and you could walk him along the road nearby but only in the evening when the surface would be cool enough. To walk the dog, you really needed to go to a park, beach or further out into hills. It wasn’t just a stone’s throw away like at Sennen.

Also, in one sense, the house felt huge but at the same time, claustrophobic. It was curious that she could feel hemmed in despite the space and open view at the back - it was like you couldn’t touch the nature that was so near at hand and when she felt like that, the waves of nostalgia for Sennen were powerful.

Another challenge she faced and hadn’t really expected had been the number of female friends Keanu had who, it was clear, were past sexual partners. It wasn’t that anyone said anything to her, least of all him for whom it was all just water under the bridge, but some of them had an unmistakable body language towards him, while others displayed a certain possessiveness that she found, if not threatening then at least challenging.

She knew he’d had a different life from her, longer in single mode, less settled in one place and with a lot of opportunity to be promiscuous, so she knew she had to accept it, but she also struggled to imagine still hanging out with people you’d been so intimate with in the past as it had been a very rare experience for her.

Fortunately, Karina was a bit of an ally in at least filling in the gaps as to who was or wasn’t an ex. Kerry didn’t want to come off as jealous or obsessive, so asking Keanu was a no-no, at least at first. One day, Karina had come over to talk Christmas food and caught Kerry staring off into the distance.

“Hey, where have you gone?” Karina asked her.

Wha …? oh sorry, nowhere, I’m right here”

“ oh no, not falling for THAT. What did he do?”

“Keanu? Nothing. Honest.”

“Kerry?”

“Honest he didn’t. It’s just, errm Autumn came over last night”

“Ughhh”

“What?”

“Nothing, she’s just not my favourite of his exes that still hangs around him”

“Oh so she IS an ex, I wasn’t sure and he didn’t say so”

“He wouldn’t, to him it’s ancient history - and it is. They properly dated in the 90s and then I’m pretty sure she was, you know…. A friend …..”

“With benefits?”

“Yeah, sometime in the 2000s but not in the past few years. Was she civil to you?”

“Yeah yeah, she was just quite, erm touchy with him and sort of “

“Possessive?”

“Not exactly, but she made sure to mention things from way back several times as if to remind me and him that I’m the new kid. I mean maybe I was being over-sensitive, it was weird”

“Naah, that’s her thing. She didn’t manage to clinch him and that still riles her so she hangs in there with the “trusty oldest friend” card.

“Yeah but she’s not his oldest friend right? Brenda is from school and that lovely lady Clare is from before her time right?”

“Right, I mean Autumn is from way back but she’s not the unique one she likes to think.”

Mostly, the exes were subtle in their comments or behaviour but China Chow came close to making Kerry spit her drink out at a Christmas party when she was a bit drunk. She was saying how happy she was to see Keanu happy.

“And you my friend are a lucky girl, he’s good between the sheets too huh?, hic!”

The following morning Keanu and Kerry were lying in bed with a coffee, nursing hangovers and doing a party post-mortem.

“Oh my God, China was drunk wasn’t she?!” Keanu snorted.

“I’ll say!” She replied rolling her eyes

“What?”

“Have you had sex with all of your female friends?!” She asked pointedly.

“Oh my god, what did she say?”

“Oh, how happy she is for you …..”

“Mmmmm, so?”

“And how lucky I am….and how good you are between the sheets”

It was Keanu’s turn to almost spit out his coffee.

“That must have been awkward.!”

“Well would have been worse if we weren’t both at least a little drunk”

“Do you mind?” “That I have a past?” he clarified when she looked questioningly at him.

“No, I just, I never had an ex who I still hung out with after we split so it’s a little weird for me. And they’re all so, you know, LA glamorous.”

“Come ‘ere.” He said pulling her close after seeing the uncertainty in her eyes.

“It’s you I love, you I want to wake up with every morning and hold in my arms each night. And they're so called glamour is no match for your beauty. And, it’s like, over 10 years ago that I was with any of the friends I still see, sexually. Kerry, I promise. Are we ok?”

“yeah, we’re good” she reassured.

And they were. Christmas was around the corner and Kerry enjoyed shopping for gifts, getting a tree and decorating the house. They placed the bird decoration for Ava on the tree and he gave her two angels to hang for her babies and a Celtic fertility symbol in hope of a future as parents. They spent Xmas Day with his mother and Karina and Keanu went on his usual Boxing Day bike ride with old friends while Kerry went to the cinema with Karina.

On 29th they headed back to the UK, where they spent New year with her sister and family and 10 days having catch-ups with friends in London and Cornwall.

By mid-January, they were back in LA and finally, it felt like there would be a period of being more settled. They socialised but there were no more big introductions to make and Kerry planned to crack on with her novel.

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Kerensa Part 2

This is a continuation of Kerensa which you can find here:

Kerensa (Part 1)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5 , Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

New York Adventure

At the end of October, they headed to New York as their first stop in the US. Keanu had a meeting with a director and a potential co-star for a chemistry test and since Kerry had never been before, they agreed to do some sightseeing\. There were some inevitable paparazzi encounters after the various shots of them together in London and Oxford had fuelled a fire which continued when they passed through JFK airport.

Still, Keanu wasn’t prepared to hide and he wanted her to see the sites. One of her favourites was the scene of a When Harry Met Sally moment, Washington square.

Keanu nicknamed her his “rom com girl”

That evening back at his apartment she asked him

“So what else have you done, Rom Com wise I mean, other than my favourite?” (She meant “Something’s Gotta Give”)

“Well I guess the first was “Aunt Julia and the Scriptwriter”, I play a young journalist who falls in love with his sort of aunt, played by Barbara Hershey”

“Oh I loved her in “Hannah and Her Sisters”

“Yeah she was awesome to work with. And what else, errm “Always Be My Maybe” but I’m not the lead, just a comedy turn I guess and then there was “Destination Wedding” that’s a kind of anti RomCom but it still has, you know a 'meet cute', fallings out and in and so on”

Once Kerry knew the leading lady was Winona, that was the one she wanted to see and she laughed like a drain at his post-coital grin and sigh after Frank and Lyndsay had sex.

Keanu paused the film.

“hey you, what’s so funny about me having sex”

“Kerry wiped the tears from her eyes. It’s just, you know, I know you do that!”

“What? What do I do? I don’t cum like that!”

“No, not that but that goofy grin after you’ve cum is all you and that little sigh too, too funny imagining you having to re-record that in one of those little audio booths!”

“Yeah that was kind of embarrassing!” He admitted. “But darling I’m a professional and I did what I had to do, though it does take practice!” he said before whisking her off to bed.

Another night they agreed to watch baby Keanu in Parenthood. It was one of her favourites and she could quote loads of lines from it, not just his iconic “anyone can be a father” lines. She admitted that in her early married life, it had been the film that expressed her wish for her future with Matt, her ex.

“Do you still think about that, about having kids?”

“Errm I guess not, I mean it doesn’t feel very realistic now. I mean, you know, I’m 41. Anyway, well, I want to be with you so you’d have to want them too and we didn’t talk about that really before getting together. I guess I just assumed you wouldn’t …I’m babbling! I mean would you even want them?”

Keanu chuckled softly at her befuddlement.

“Well, I do worry a bit about being too old but, yeah, I’d still like a kid, if you want one that is and you don’t mind having one with a very old guy”

Kerry stared at him for a moment. She couldn’t quite believe it - when she’d realised she was in love with him, she’d thought if she chose that path it would inevitably mean no kids given he was 59.

“You’d do that, for me?”

“Yeah but it wouldn’t be FOR you, I mean it wouldn’t be a compromise, it would be for us, together”

“How have you not been snapped up before now?” she asked, a tear leaking out.

He smiled shyly.

“Never met the right woman before”

She gave him a gentle kiss, eyes shining with happiness.

“Well, ok then but you know I might not be able to get pregnant. It might all be moot in the end”

“Yeah, I know but we could just ditch the condoms and see what happens!”

“I knew you had an ulterior motive” she laughed.

He giggled in return.

“Caught me! No, but seriously, let’s just see how it goes and we can get a health check when we’re in LA. I already added you to my healthcare plan remember?”

“OK smooth talker, OK”

The rest of their stay was filled with activities: a play on Broadway, seeing a band Keanu knew in a tiny dive bar, mooching around Keanu’s favourite bookshop and long walks with Scout in Central Park. It was easy to be on foot in New York and even though it was a world away from Sennen’s wild, isolated landscape, Kerry felt at home there. And it didn’t hurt that each night ended in his arms, making love with the hope of making a baby.

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Kerensa Part 2

This is a continuation of Kerensa which you can find here:

Kerensa (Part 1)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5 , Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13

Chapter 1

Settling down

On their return to Sennen, they decided to stay until the end of October which would give Kerry time to make plans for the cottage. Then they would return, either at Christmas or New Years, to see her sister and her family.

Day to day, life living together was comfortable - they each found the other easy to live with and she was relieved to find that he was a tidy person and didn’t expect her to do all the heavy lifting on domestic tasks which had been a bone of contention with her ex. She did do most of the cooking though as that wasn’t his forte, however he had taught himself a little during his time in lockdown and also in Cornwall given you can’t eat out so easily there as in LA. His forte was definitely sandwiches for lunchtimes - he could wax lyrical about sandwich choices and creation and he could rustle up a couple of pasta dishes his sister had taught him as well as cook a mean steak.

They had a chat about pet peeves to try and head off issues, from the possibly trivial (like no coming in for a pee while I’m in the bath (they had 2 toilets in the house after all) to getting a cleaner and then more fundamental issues like phone privacy, honesty, not sleeping on an argument and so on.

After a couple of weeks, she commented that living together felt good and easy and she admitted how nervous she’d been, after Tresco, that they would be brought back to reality with a bump with the day to day of living together. He warned her it might not be so great when he’s filming.

“I can get a bit obsessive, reclusive. You’ll have to call me on it if I neglect you but I will try not to turn in on myself. But I also used to take on projects more I think to fill my life, I feel now I should get even more picky, now that there’s something, well someone else worth spending time on!”

Kerry had already given up waitressing due to the writing needing more time, so they often split their time between Cornwall and London where he could take meetings and do PR or press if needed while there and she would see her agent and publisher. They established a rhythm of 4 days working and 3 off for leisure and trips back in Cornwall or elsewhere. She took him to Lords to see a cricket test match, laughing as she tried to explain the intricacies of the game. Being a sports guy, he enjoyed it despite the occasional confusion at what was going on!

Another trip was to Oxford, where he’d discovered she studied at university. Their early lives had never come up in conversation til one evening they were watching an old episode of “Inspector Morse” which she said she loved.

“Reminds me of student days”

“Huh? You studied …… there?”

“Yup” she grinned at his amazement. “Don’t you think I’m clever enough?!” her eyes sparkled with mischief.

“No, god, no I mean yes!” he garbled “it’s not that, it’s just wouldn’t that be, you know like one of your highlights you drop in, you know, to impress!”

She giggled.

“Well I guess it wasn’t like that with us was it? Neither of us was trying to impress, and educational or other achievements never came up otherwise you’d have been telling me about all the A list directors who’ve chased you to work with them or how many millions you’ve made or how you were the internet’s boyfriend!”

“Stop, stop, ok, you know all that stuff?”

She nodded yes. “You only have to read one or two decent articles to get all that info you know!”

“OK but anyway back to you, so wow, Oxford!”

She told him how she’d studied English at St Catherine’s, one of the modern colleges (well, one that was built in the 1960s not the 1560’s!) and it favoured a more state school intake than the likes of Christchurch or Magdalen where old Etonians gravitated.

“But I still got to go to tutorials in the dreaming spires parts so it was a wonderful experience. We should go, on the way back from London next week. I’ll give you the tour.”

They fitted in a visit, staying at the Randolph Hotel as a treat for Kerry. She explained to him that it was always there that the well-to-do murderers in Morse episodes had stayed and it was totally central in the city too. He donned a beanie and shades to try and keep a little anonymity as they strolled around the city and she used her alumni card to get free access to some of the splendid college gardens.

There was some publicity while they were there due to fans spotting him in a pub where he’d taken his beanie and sunglasses off while they sat to eat. A small crowd had gathered as they’d left and at first it was fine, just taking selfies but when Kerry got jostled by an overzealous fan, Keanu nearly lost it, starting to drag her away but she stopped him.

“Look, don’t punish the nice guys for that one idiot. Leave her out but I’ll just go sit out of the way for a sec while you do your thing”

“You sure?” She nodded and he went back to the gathered fans, taking selfies for about 15 minutes. The rude fan stalked off when he pointedly ignored her.

“Phew that was a bit intense,” she said afterwards. It’s like news of your presence spread like wildfire!”

“Yeah took me a little off guard too. I mean usually, it only happens in airports or hotels when people get wind you are there due to an event, not so much day to day, at least not a crowd like that. Look try not to worry.” he reassured. Fortunately, the rest of their stay there passed without incident.

He’d already told Cheryl that he and Kerry were now an item and warned Kerry that at some point there might be pictures in the press and some intrusion. After that incident, she also talked to her literary agent and publishers - they were pleased, only saying the attention could be positive for her book but she hoped it wouldn’t distract or appear like she was using him. After all, she’d been pursuing her writing long before she even met him.

Before they left the UK, they made a visit to see her sister and her partner and kids. Kerry loved to see how well he got on with her brother-in-law and niece and nephew and how readily they just accepted him as her partner. But her sister couldn’t help but be worried about her younger sibling. In a quiet moment in the kitchen over breakfast, she said

“I can see he loves you, god those puppy dog eyes gazing at you last night - how do you get anything done?! But I do worry about you going away to America for long spells. Won’t you be horribly isolated, lonely even?”

“I’ll be fine” she reassured “I’ll still have my writing to do and Scout, and we have each other. It will take some getting used to, sure, but it’s just a change of location really. It’s not like I see my friends that often anyway in person. Cornwall might as well be LA if you think about how unwilling most people have been to visit me since I moved!”

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featherweight

A/N: Follow up to the wilderlove series.

Marrakech was a honeymooners dream, but without the actual honeymoon. It was more romantic than our first time there when he was filming John Wick. This time around I had his full attention and that came with being spoiled at every turn and him giving in to my every whim, which I think he secretly enjoyed more than I did.

***

A week later we were back in the City and we agreed that we would keep our pregnancy, my pregnancy to ourselves for as long as we can manage it. This was our moment and we wanted to bask in it for as long as we could or before my belly would start to show, which would be months from now.

***

We fell into our routine, he went to LA when it was necessary, but for the most part we were here in NYC and I continued my marathon training with him a bit leery, but the doctor signed off and said since I was a seasoned runner there wasn’t much to be worried about because my body and lungs were well acclimated. This didn’t stop Keanu from being over-protective.

I tossed my running watch on the bed and peeled my socks off. I walked into the closest and came out with a massage ball. I sat on the chaise that faced the bed and I placed the ball on the floor, massaging the balls of my feet. He came out of the bathroom with a shirt in his hand, I watched him and braced myself as he picked up my watch and clicked a few buttons then placed it back down.

I felt the coolness of his eyes on me, "you ran thirteen miles?" I shrugged, "if that's what it says, I didn't realize I did." I say as I stood and walked past him into the bathroom. I pulled my shirt over my head and felt his eyes in the mirror.

“You said you would take it easy.”

“I am.” I answered as I tugged on the straps of my sports bra and pulled it over my head.

His breath catches. “Running a half marathon is not taking it easy.”

I tilted my head and gazed at my boobs, are they bigger?

I tugged the string to my running tights. “Ke, it’s training season. I’m going to have to run twenty miles in a few weeks.” He became exasperated as if I told him I was funding a small militia to overtake NYC. “Dr. Rene said I was healthy and fit to continue my training. You were sitting right there or did you forget.”

He shakes his head, “I said I was okay with this, but I’m not. You need to stop, defer to next year.”

“I can't.”

“Or you won’t.”

“It’s the 50th anniversary. This race is big.”

“And you’re two months pregnant. I’m worried that the training is going to take a toll on you.”

“And I told you not to worry about that. This isn’t my first marathon. This will be my fourth.”

“But your first since 2016. It’s been four years since your last marathon.”

“You have to stop training?”

“Excuse me.”

“You're carrying our children.”

“And this is my body, nobody knows my body like I do.”

“You’re being reckless.”

“And you are being unreasonable.” I countered. “It’s not your choice to make.”

“Yes, it is, when you are putting yourself in harm's way. I don't want you running and that’s final.”

He pulled his shirt over his head, glared at me then turned and walked out of the bathroom.

I gawked after him. What just happened?

I stared at my reflection in the mirror, what in the actual fuck just happened?

***

I stepped out of the shower twenty minutes later feeling refreshed, but moody. I pulled on shorts and a crop top and made my way to the kitchen. He had his back to me and his phone up to his ear and a strong cup of coffee that made me crinkle my nose in his other hand.

“Thanks, Dave, text me when it’s done.”

He hung up his cell phone and turned to see me on the opposite side of the kitchen island. His jaw was clenched and his brows were knitted, he was still angry.

I sat across from him and he placed a cup of tea in front of me. I took a sip thinking of how best to plead to his softer side.

“Keanu.” I say softly.

His phone pinged and he looked at it and wrote a quick text. My cell phone vibrated and I pulled it from my shorts, it was a call from Debi, my assistant. I place the call on speakerphone.

“Hey Debi.”

“Hi, good morning, I’m just checking in to see if everything is alright.”

“Yeah, everything is fine, Whats up.”

“How are you feeling? Are you sick?”

“What? No, I'm not sick.”

“Okay because I just received an email confirming your medical deferment of the marathon.”

My eyes flashed upwards and he didn’t flinch. “Debi, I’ll call you back.” I hang up the call, my eyes becoming slits of fury.

“What did you do? You had no right.”

“You weren’t listening, so I took matters into my own hands.”

Anger gripped me by the throat and squeezed. “You had no right! None! What are you so afraid of?” I knew exactly what he was afraid of, but my ego wasn’t having it. I unleashed my fury and Ambrose Bierce was right when he said, when you are angry you will make the best speech you will ever regret. “You being afraid that I’ll miscarry or have a stillborn has nothing to do with me or my training, that’s all on you.”

His movements were quick. Two strides and he was on my side of the kitchen island and in my face. I felt the heat and anger thrumming from him. “I’m trying to protect you from any unnecessary stress that can lead to early complications.”

“And you think this isn’t stressful? Ke,the doctor gave me the all-clear. I can do this. I am doing this. It's my body. I-.”

“You have never lost a child," he interrupted. I heard the tremor in his voice. “Y-you think you know pain and loss, you know nothing of it until you've held your unborn dead child in your hands.” He hissed. “There is no compromising or coming to a middle ground on this. You are not running, not until after our babies are born."

My shoulders fall and my eyes filled with tears, "Ke, please. Nothing is going to happen to me. Please."

He exhaled deeply and wiped the tears streaming down my cheeks. "End of discussion." He picks up his coffee mug and leaves me standing in the kitchen.

****

Post Note: Did you really think I would let Keanu's birthday past without a new series? Shame on you! I can't believe wilderlove was 2 years ago. I hope you enjoy this new series, it's going to be so gooey like a warm & fresh out of the oven chocolate chip cookie.

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Happy to see this back again. Thanks Keanu for having a birthday. Seems to have inspired a bunch of creativity 😁

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I'm still here

Summary: Soulmate AU: People meet their soulmates every day. Lana on the other hand just wanted to have a little talk about all the ghost tattoos and scars that seemed to appear daily on her body. John didn’t even know his soulmate existed until three little words appears in his ankle. Things changed after that.

Pairing: John Wick x OFC

Wordcount: 4.3k

Warnings: angst, scars, dogs, torture, blood, also fluff

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“Fuck,” a sharp pain on her back interrupted Lana’s sleep. Groaning her hand reached for the spot that caused her pain, her fingertips finding a huge scar. Leaning to her side she switched the lamp on her bedside table on, getting out of bed. She walked to the bathroom, turning in front of the mirror to look at her back.

Was that a burn wound?

Fuck it still hurt. Looking closer at it she tried to make out what it was. A cross. Shaking her head she sighed, going back to bed. Another one to add to her collection. Jack, her dog, looked at her with sleepy eyes.

“Yeah I know. Sorry,” she patted her head until the dog was back asleep again.

“What the fuck are you doing?” she asked in the night, knowing she wouldn’t get an answer. Rubbing over the spot that didn’t even hurt anymore she sighed.

All of her friends were gushing about their soulmates. How perfect they were, how it seemed like the universe clicked the moment they laid eyes on each other for the first time.

Well Sam’s soulmate was a retail manager and Emma’s soulmate was a lawyer. The worst scar they had was a dolphin tattoo at a spot no one would see if they didn’t know.

Lana could remember the day she woke up, a tingling sensation on her back. It was a feeling she didn’t know before. At that point it had been two years since the scars started. Faint scars mostly on her legs and back that kept reminding her that somewhere out on this planet her soulmate was very much alive. Even though sometimes she thought they didn’t really care to be alive. Then again, maybe they worked with the police? No, the tingling sensation was different. She remembered taking her shirt off, turning in the mirror and gasping as she saw what it was. A tattoo. On her whole back.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me…” she groaned. Fine white lines now graced her whole back. The ink from a real tattoo is missing, only the scar visible. A ghost tattoo.

"Fortis Fortuna Adiuvat,” she squinted. Lana would find out later that it was latin and translated to "fortune favors the bold" which apparently was the motto of the marines. Maybe this could be her explanation for the scars. A marine. A long time Lana lived with the idea that her soulmate was serving somewhere, their job dangerous.

“Maybe he doesn’t know you exist,” Sam had said once, many years later, catching Lana off guard.

“What do you mean?”

“Did you ever hurt yourself so that your soulmate would have a scar from you?”

She didn’t. Growing up Lana scared plenty, always falling on her knees, but ever since she turned 18 and the whole Soulmate thing started? Nothing.

“You should get a tattoo. So your soulmate knows you’re alive.”

And so she did. A little tattoo on her ankle that said “I’m still here”.

Shortly after her tattoo, it all stopped. Like they vanished. Like whoever her soulmate was received her message. But not after giving her some of the worst scars she ever received. Whatever they had been doing before it just stopped, it had to be painful.

She told herself that maybe they had fallen in battle. Which should give her some comfort, knowing that they weren’t in constant pain anymore. Lana continued her life, moved to New York city, found new friends, found a new job, found a man who warmed her bed. She didn’t love him. She wasn’t even sure she was capable of loving someone. Of course she felt attraction, Lana was no virgin by all means but it always felt like there was something missing. Deep down she knew what it was. And she learned to live with that ache. Learning to be happy without her soulmate.

Until one day, she was just about to get out with her dog, she felt a pain she hadn’t felt in years. Jack barked, sniffling at her confused as she grabbed her wrist. And there, right there was a faint white line that hadn’t been there before.

Ever since that day it was like there were constant scars. Every day she would feel the familiar pain of a new scar. It was worse than ever before.

Her whole body looked like she was constantly fighting a war against… she didn’t know. But tonight she wanted to forget about it all. Lana had met this guy a week before. It had been a while since she had an orgasm that didn’t come from her own hand.

Taking a last look in the mirror she winked at herself.

She didn’t know if she would ever find her soulmate. But maybe tonight she would find someone who would make her forget about that even just for a few hours.

That the man she met tonight would be the reason her soulmate would find her, was something Lana would find only out much much later.

John wasn’t in constant pain anymore. The soup kitchen took really good care of him after his, let’s call it fall. John was finished with the high table. Or what was remaining of it.

“What are you going to do now?” Winston asked him. He looked at the man, still confused why the fuck he didn’t just shoot him on sight when he first saw him after he shot him off the roof.

“I don’t know. Maybe a nice vacation.”

Winston chuckled.

“Yeah that soulmate of yours must have had quite painful weeks Jonathan.”

John sighed, crossing his legs, his thumb brushing over the three words that were his only clue that he even had a soulmate.

“Yeah,” John said, standing up.

“Jonathan?” he heard Winston say. He stopped walking, looking over his shoulder.

“I hope that for both of our sakes that we never see each other again.”

“Goodbye Winston.”

He really didn’t know what would come next. His house was a graveyard and he didn’t want to go back to. Back to where Helen and him had been happy until she...

He shook his head. He had loved Helen.

When he met her John didn’t think he had a soulmate. Not once in all those years had there ever been a clue that he had a soulmate. It was on the night he proposed to Helen that he felt something he hadn’t felt before. A burning pain on his ankle. Three words that made his whole world crash down on him. I’m still here. Of course he had told Helen. She had lost her Soulmate in a car crash years ago. And John loved her. He really did. And even more so when all she did when he told him was give him one of her bright smiles, telling him that it’s okay.

He married her anyway and he wouldn’t change a thing.

And during his marriage to Helen, he would sometimes forget that there still was someone out there. But it caught up with him. When Helen got sick those three words on his ankle gave him more comfort than he had ever felt in his life before. He wanted to tell his soulmate so many things. How sorry he was for all the scars he put on their body. God. The tattoo. While he liked it on his body, it was a whole different thing knowing it was on the back of another person who didn’t ask for it.

John rented an apartment outside of New York City until he decided what to do or where to live. He did pretty much the same thing every day. Wake up, get Dog out, come back and work on some books, get out with dog again, eat, sleep. Sometimes he would run into his neighbors on his way out. There was a woman, he thinks she lives upstairs who had a dog too. Jack was her name. He remembered the laugh of his neighbor when he gave her a confused look.

“Always wanted to have a dog named Jack,” she had explained with a shrug before she had walked out, probably to get to work.

They kept running into each other, either one on their way out or in. He liked her, even if he still didn’t know her name. She always had a smile on her lips when he saw her.

It was a couple weeks later when he noticed Jack upstairs barking for the whole day. Thinking about it, he hadn’t seen his neighbor in a couple days. When he heard footsteps upstairs after two days he made his way up, finding an older looking woman who was apparently cleaning the apartment.

“It’s not like her to just leave. Lana never leaves Jack alone.”

“You haven’t heard of her?” John asked, the woman shook her head.

“I tried calling her, but it’s going straight to voicemail. And… I don’t want to leave Jack alone here.”

“Do you think something happened to her?” John asked.

“I don’t know. I’m gonna try to reach her sister. But…. I’m worried.”

That worried John too, a nagging feeling on the back of his head. He liked her. Lana. He didn’t even know her name until now but it fit her.

“I don’t know what to do with Jack…”

“I’ll take her,” John offered. “If you can’t reach her, please let me know. And go to the police.”

The woman nodded, packing some things for Jack before he took the dog with him downstairs and made a couple of calls. He was worried for Lana. He had talked to the woman a little longer, learning that Lana had her own bookshop in the city. Of course she had, he thought. When he had gone through all of his remaining contacts he sighed. If someone would find something, they would call him. He may be retired again, but people wouldn’t dare to test his patience.

He continued with his life, still undecided on what to do next. He was getting bored. That’s the only reason he accepted the job he got offered to work as head of security for the family of an italian diplomat. He found out a little later that his new boss and the D’Antonio family had been sworn enemies.

Life continued easy for John. Still worried for Lana who hadn’t been back in her apartment for almost a month. He still had enough time to work on his books and live a somewhat easy life.

Until the scaring started.

Lana didn’t know how much time had passed. Her throat hurt as she tried to swallow. Slowly blinking her eyes open she found herself lying on the same shitty bed she had been for days? Weeks? Months? She didn’t know.

What she did know was that her date, Fabrizio, turned out to be a fucking psychopath. She winced when she sat herself up, her wrists bloody from the cable ties that he used to keep her restrained. Looking down at her body she was glad she wasn’t completely naked. Scars littered her whole body. Scars that were her’s and not her soulmates. Her capturer seemed to have a preference for knives. And she was truly scared of what would happen, once he grew bored with her.

He didn’t force himself on her. Yet. She could feel his eyes on her all the time, even when he wasn’t in the room. Like now. A single lightbulb was providing some light. She stretched her muscles as far as she could. She had only enough room to walk to the toilet and the bed. At least he thought of that.

“You’ awake amore?” she heard his voice, her breathing getting quicker. Closing her eyes Lana forced her body to remain calm. Shehad tried everything to get out of here. The last time he had almost killed her, a nasty scar on your inner thigh would remind her of that for her whole life. If she ever got out of here. Lana heard the door open, and she forced herself to look up, seeing him enter.

“You ready for another lesson?” he asked and she shuddered.

John was on edge.

He got a call earlier today with information on Lana. Additional to that the new scars on his body that now seemed to appear daily and he had no fucking idea what to do. Was this how his soulmate felt when he was younger or when he was on a job? It was hell for John. But he had to snap out of it. Today he might have the opportunity to bring back Lana. It was Winston of all people who called him this morning and told him that he might do well checking out what the son of his new employer was up to. He hadn’t met the man before but it took him only three hours to find out that something was odd.

He seemed to spend his whole time on a secluded and abandoned company site. He only found that out because of the phone records. Yeah, he had learned a thing or two since he started working again.

So this is how he found himself at said building, gun in his hand. He had been watching for a couple hours, seeing no one else enter. The more intelligent thing to do was to call for backup. But his only back up was the security details his boss paid. And he doubted they would show up to help get his son.

He felt the familiar rush as he stepped into the building. He lingered in the shadows as he sneaked deeper into the building. There were no people around. No guards, nothing.

What the fuck was he doing here? His car was still outside so he had to be here.

John checked his phone, seeing that he was still at the same spot as the phone signal he tracked earlier. He stepped out of the shadows, rounding a corner when he heard a whimper. A female whimper.

“Are you going to listen amore? Or do I have to punish you again?” Fabrizio asked. Lana whimpered, the blade breaking the skin on her neck.

“I’ll be good. I promise.”

The blade left her skin and she breathed out relieved.

“Good girl. Don’t want to scar your beautiful face yet.”

“What happens to me?” Lana asked with a small voice, looking at the floor. She was strapped to a chair. This time naked and she couldn’t help the tears. Constant tears ever since he came in and demanded her to strip. His hands on her body making her skin crawl.

“What do you mean?”

“Are you gonna kill me?”

“Probably,” he said and she sobbed.

“Why me?”

She looked up, seeing him with a scalpel.

“Because I like to destroy pretty things.”

John heard a scream that let his blood run cold.. Without wasting any more time he quickly made his way to where constant screams were coming from, hoping he wouldn’t be too late.

“Please. Please don’t… Please….” he heard someone cry out and he pushed away the thought that he knew this voice. He just had to get to her. He breathed in deep, calming himself when he pushed the door open.

The pain was almost blinding. Lana didn’t know what he was doing as she struggled against her restraints. Fabrizio was pushing against her to keep her still as he worked with the scalpel on her stomach. He was so focused that he didn’t notice how the door behind him opened. But she did.

Through her tears she saw someone enter, a man dressed completely in black. Maybe it was death himself, finally coming for her. She closed her eyes, relaxing her body in acceptance.

And just like that the pain stopped.

John had been angry before, but the fury that was pumping through his veins at seeing Lana restrained on a chair and a man towering over her, causing her immense pain, was nothing he had experienced before.

He didn’t even notice he reacted, finding himself on top of the man who looked up at him with wide eyes, John’s hands around his throat. John wanted to cause him as much pain as he did Lana. Instead he broke his neck, the man dead immediately. John breathed in deeply, calming his shaking body as he got up, not batting the man an eye as he turned around. He averted his eyes as he saw Lana completely naked. He got out of his jacket, finding his pocket knife. Lana was still sitting in the chair, breathing calmly as if she was meditating.

He had seen much in his life. But the many cuts over her whole body were making him sick. Carefully he cut through the cable ties that restrained her wrists to the chair before he pulled his jacket over her naked body. He kneeled down, cutting through the ties on her ankles, as he saw a tattoo of three words that mirrored the scars on his. He stopped in his tracks, looking up at the woman in front of him. He reached up carefully lifting his jacket up to look at her right shoulder to find faint scars in the form of the cross tattoo that was on his arm.

He breathed in deeply, pulling the jacket down again. Everything seemed to click into place as he thought about the last weeks. How he always felt on edge, but didn’t know why.

Lana, his neighbor, was his soulmate.

She whimpered.

“Lana? Lana, it’s me John. Your... neighbor….” he said softly. She blinked her eyes open, looking down.

“John?” she whispered.

“I’m getting you out of here and into a hospital,” he said softly.

“No… no hospital. Just… I wanna go home,” she cried.

John looked at her, feeling his heart break.

“I’m gonna carry you okay?”

He saw her nod as he leaned down and carefully picked her up and into his arms. He felt her small arms come around his neck.

“Thank you,” she whispered against his neck. John didn’t look back as he carried her out of the room and then out of the building.

“Can you stand?” he asked. She nodded weakly as he put her down, leaning her against his car.

“I’m gonna grab a blanket from the trunk,” he told her. His mind was going a million miles per hour. He opened the trunk, getting a blanket and the first aid kit. Getting back quickly he pulled the blanket around her before he opened the door and helped her si in the passenger's seat.

“I’m gonna put a bandaid on the cut on your stomach,” he said but when he looked up he noticed that she fell asleep. He shook his head, making quick work of bandaging her before he carefully closed the door.

He tried to calm his mind, still feeling the rage bubbling in his chest. Picking his phone he called his boss. It connected right away.

“Your son kidnapped my soulmate. You can find him at the abandoned company grounds of the Miller’s downtown.”

“Mr. Wick…”

“If you don’t want me to come after your whole family I suggest you forget you even know my name,” he threatened.

“Of course.”

John ended the call before he got into the car. He looked at Lana who was still sleeping. Starting the car he couldn’t stop from carefully taking her hand in his.

Lana blinked her eyes open slowly. There was light coming through the window. It looked like it was early morning. The mattress beneath her was soft and she was tucked in like a child. Where was she? Turning her head she noticed someone sitting in the chair next to her bed.

It was her neighbor. John. The events of the last hours caught up with her and she gasped, her hand flying over her mouth. John blinked his eyes open, finding hers.

“Lana?” he asked.

“You saved me. He was… He wanted to… Oh god…” she whimpered.

“Hey…” John was at her side immediately, taking her hand.

“You’re safe. He will never hurt you ever again,” she relaxed when she felt his hand around hers.

“How… How did you find me?” she asked.

“I… I have contacts. You were missing for almost three months. The moment someone saw something I went to get you. I’m sorry it took so long.”

“John. Why were you looking for me?” she asked. He sighed.

“I… I don’t know. I noticed that something was wrong two days after you’ve been gone. It was Jack…”

“How is she?” Lana asked immediately. John smiled softly.

“She’s sleeping in the living room on my couch.”

“You took care of her?” she asked with tears in her eyes.

“Of course. I would…” he stopped himself.

“Thank you. So much. I....” she shook her head.

“You should try to sleep some more. It’s still early.”

“Okay,” she whispered. John wanted to get up and get back to his chair.

“Could… could you hold my hand until I’m asleep?” she asked shyly. John smiled, his heart warming a little.

“Of course.”

John had never seen a happier dog than Jack a couple of hours later. Lana was holding her tightly, silently crying into her soft fur. He had given Lana an old shirt of himself and some of his pyjama pants that were way too big for her.

“I missed you so much, my perfect girl,” Lana whispered.

Dog sat beside John, looking up at him.

“I know you want to go out but…”

“It’s okay. Would you… Would you take Jack too? I… I would love to take a shower. And I probably should go to see a doctor.”

“I can ask a doctor to come here. For all the cuts. Did.. did he…?”

Lana shook her head.

“He didn’t. I… I don’t know what he wanted with me…”

John walked over, hesitantly putting a hand on her shoulder. He could feel the scarring of his tattoo on her arm.

“It’s not your fault. He was a psychopath. And he will never hurt you or anyone ever again.” She looked up at him. She had been attracted to John ever since he moved in. That he was the one that saved her seemed like a sign from the universe. If he believed in stuff like that. Slowly she turned.

“Thank you for saving me John,” she took his hand, noticing that he was missing a finger. His ring finger. She frowned, looking at her left ring finger. There was an ugly scar she had no idea how to explain. It hadn’t been that long ago that she had gotten it. It was one of the most painful scars she had received from her soulmate.

“I’m gonna take the dogs out and call the doctor. Will pick up some food too. Are you okay here? I can get you to your apartment…”

“No… No. I want to stay here, if that’s okay…” she said and John nodded with a soft smile. She looked up at him. His warm brown eyes looking down at her. She wanted to touch him, to be close to him…

“I’ll get you some towels. I’ll be back as fast as I can.”

She knew that she had to get back to her apartment at some point. The problem was that everytime she was alone longer than an hour she was close to a panic attack.

Four weeks had gone by and she was still living with John. She was sure he must be getting sick of her by now. Yet he didn’t let it show. Quite the opposite. He always seemed to know what she needed.

Right now he was lying on the couch, asleep. She had told him that she felt bad for taking his bed away from her but he had just shrugged it off. Telling her that he was okay. She liked John. She could see herself falling for John. Or maybe she already did. Her scars had healed over the last weeks, leaving her almost as good as before.

But spending so much time together, she also noticed his scars. When she was still healing she didn’t think much about it but now…

They had the same scars on their wrists. A nasty cut on their right elbow. His missing finger and her ugly scar on the same place. John sighed in his sleep, moving, his shirt moving up his arm. She could see a tattoo and she reached to her left arm, her fingertips running over the fine lines of one of her ghost tattoos.

“John?” she whispered. He groaned and she smiled.

“John?” she asked again and he blinked his eyes open. Sleepily he looked at her.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice deep with sleep.

“Can I check your ankle?” she asked. That seemed to wake him up. He sat himself up, looking down at her. He got his legs off the couch so she was kneeling between his legs and swallowed.

“Okay,” he whispered. She smiled softly as she carefully pushed his pyjama pants up, revealing his ankle. And there, almost not visible if you didn’t know they were theore, there were three words that mirrored her own tattoo.

She couldn’t help the smile that came to her lips.

“You’re here,” John said and she looked up.

“I’m here,” she whispered before she pushed herself up to kiss her soulmate.

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