His Private Dancer (II.)
John Wick x black!reader
Part I.
Summary: After weeks of not seeing John, he finally arrives at the Continental, and he only has eyes for you. As your relationship with John grows, you’re both unaware of the trouble that’s brewing beneath the surface. You’re about to learn why it’s dangerous being John’s girl.
Warning(s): SMUT (18+, MDNI), unprotected sex (p in v), dry humping, riding, choking, sex on a table, biting, creampie, John being down bad for you
The following weeks are all a blur when it comes to working at The Continental. Only Kali knows what truly went down between you and John in room 720. However, you aren’t naive when it comes to the whispers that permeate through the hotel about what transpired between you and Mr. Wick. Ever since the aforementioned night, you hadn’t seen John again.
You try to bite down the disappointment every time you clock into work and don’t see him sitting there. It was only one night, and John Wick has you dickmatized. Instead of being on stage, tonight’s one of the nights where you have to bartend.
Truthfully, you don’t mind it at all. The tips are just as good, especially when you flirt with the customers a bit. Besides, there’s only one man that you want to dance for, and he isn’t here.
Plus, that nice check that John had written for you was sitting very nicely in your bank account.
Kali slides up to the bar, her body glistening with sweat from her previous performance.
“Hey, could you slide me a bottle of water?” She asks.
“Sure,” You said, popping the top open and handing it to her. She sips at the water before sliding into the bar seat.
“Girl, I swear this thong is riding up more and more. If it goes any farther, it might become a part of my skin,” Kali mutters.
You laugh. “Well, at least you look gorgeous in that set. Is your regular not coming tonight?”
Kali shakes her head. “No, he’s away on business, but he already let me know that he’d be back very soon to see me.” She smiles widely before turning to peer at the crowd of guests in the lounge. You move off to the side to slide another drink to one of the other customers.
Kali turns to look at you with a mischievous smirk. “Speaking of regulars, I spy with my little eye a very handsome man, and I believe he’s looking for you.”
You glance up, and your heart starts to beat faster at the sight of John. He looks just as good as the first night that you saw him. As usual, he dons an all-black suit with his dark locks slicked back. You can see his eyes searching the space, and your heart beats faster when you realize that he’s looking for you.
As if you both have some telepathic connection, John’s eyes find yours.
He holds your gaze and moves through the crowd to come to you. You feel like a schoolgirl with her first crush due to the way that butterflies flicker through your stomach. Finally, John makes it to the bar, and he slides into one of the seats. You both take a moment ot look at each other as if refamiliarizing yourselves with each other. You catch sight of the small cut on John’s cheek, and he can see the worry present in your eyes.
Kali watches you and John’s intense staring match.
She’s never seen you look this way about anyone before. She spares a glance at John, who’s looking like he’d burn the whole world down if you asked him to.
“Hi,” You say finally.
“Hi,” John responds, a smile toying at the corners of his lips.
He looks down at the bar and then at you. “You aren’t dancing tonight.”
He doesn’t say it like he’s sad. He says it as if he’s pleased with the fact that there aren’t other men who get to see you. The thought of him being possessive over you should frighten you, but it only makes your insides flutter more.
“No, we bartend on some days just to make things equal,” You answer.
You look down at the liquors before staring back at him again. “Would you like anything to drink?”
“Whiskey, please.”
You seem to remember that Kali is sitting there when she clears her throat. You roll your eyes at her smirk before grabbing a glass to pour John’s drink. “John, this is my best friend, Diamond. Diamond, this is John.”
You use her club name instead of her real name to respect her privacy. John turns to face Kali. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you as well, Mr. Wick. I’ve heard a great deal about you,” Kali teases.
“All good things, I hope,” John states, glancing at you.
“Oh, very good things,” Kali said, wiggling her eyebrows.
You gasp before shooting her a look. Kali chuckles, “I’ll leave you two love birds to it. There’s money to be made. Nice to meet you again, Mr. Wick.”
Before she leaves, Kali shoots you a quick look. “Call me tomorrow.”
She can tell by the way that John is looking at you that she won’t be seeing you after your shift ends. You laugh and nod your head before turning back to John.
“I didn’t get to thank you for that night or for the check. You really didn’t have to do that, John.”
He takes a sip of his drink. “I know I didn’t, but I wanted to. I had a good night with you, and I figured that it was only right to show my gratitude.”
“Most men show their gratitude by writing a text, not leaving a $50,000 check,” You said, lowering your voice on the last part.
“It’s a good thing that I’m not most men,” John states.
And honestly, you’re glad that he isn’t either.
John continues watching you. “What time do you get off tonight?”
“Around 10. Why?”
“I want to see you again after your shift. Is that okay?”
“Yeah, of course.”
John seems pleased with your answer, and he settles back into his chair to watch as you attend to the other customers. He keeps his eyes closely on you to ensure that none of the other guests get rowdy with you. It makes you feel all warm inside at the prospect of knowing that he wants to keep you safe.
You smell Roxanne’s perfume before you see her. You tense up at the obnoxious sound of her heels clicking against the floor. “Good evening, Mr. Wick. You’re not in your usual spot.”
It makes you even tenser at the prospect of her knowing John’s usual spot over you. A sliver of petty jealousy creeps up before you push it back down. You had no right to claim John, but it still doesn’t take away the possessiveness that you feel over him.
John takes another sip of his drink. He glances at the blonde in front of him. “No, I guess not. But the view’s way better over here.”
You turn just in time to catch him staring at you. A wave of heat washes over your body when you catch his eyes trailing down your body. Roxanne catches the movement as well. You don’t catch the glare that she throws your way until she turns her attention back to John.
“I think I could offer you a much better view. How about a private dance in your room?” She asks, sliding her fingers across his chest.
You openly stare at her, and you can’t hide the look of displeasure on your face.
Roxanne feigns surprise at seeing you there. “Oh, Angel, I almost didn’t see you there. Mr. Wick’s drink is almost empty. Why don’t you get him another? He’ll need it for our little private dance.”
You can see the annoyance crossing John’s face before he turns his head to look at Roxanne.
“I’d like to decline the offer. I’m right where I want to be,” John states, subtly pushing the other woman’s hand off his chest. He turns his gaze back to you.
Roxanne huffs and walks over to another patron.
“You sure you don’t wanna take her up on her offer? She’s in high demand with a lot of the customers,” You said, brattiness coloring your tone.
John chuckles darkly and leans forward. “There’s no reason for you to be jealous, milaya. You’re the only woman that I want.”
He beckons you forward and moves closer so that his face is nearly touching yours. “I suggest you lose the brattiness, unless you want me to punish you later.”
The stern look in his dark eyes is intoxicating. For a moment, you ponder what a punishment from John would look like. Based on his demeanor, you figure that he wouldn’t be nice about it. Part of you deeply craves to experience it. John seemingly reads the thought as it crosses your face and chuckles. “I figured that you’d probably like it. We’ll test it sometime, but not tonight.”
You nod obediently before going back to pouring drinks.
At some point, John doesn’t drink, but he just sits at the bar silently, watching you. You notice the way that some of the other patrons tense up around him, and you figure that he must be a very important businessman to warrant this kind of reaction.
You think back to Kali referring to him as “The Baba Yaga.”
What does that even mean?
A few hours later, and your shift ends. You wipe the remaining glass before moving around the bar towards John. He gently grabs your hand in his and ushers you out of the lounge. You both pass by Kali and a few other dancers. Kali winks at you and mouths, “Call me.” You nod and catch the looks of some of the other dancers. There are equal looks of jealousy, curiosity, and concern.
But why concern?
Inside the elevator, John stands close to you and peers down at you.
“Are you hungry?”
“A little bit.”
He nods. “We’ll order something once we get to the room.”
“Am I staying for the rest of the night, or would you like for me to leave after?”
John picks up quickly on the after that you’re referring to. “I didn’t bring you up here for that if that’s what you think. I enjoyed your company last time, and I’d like to have it again. I’d like for you to stay the entire night if it’s not a bother.”
“I think I’d like that a lot,” You tell him.
John nods. “Good. I hoped that you would.”
He stares down at you, his dark eyes further pulling you into whatever spell that he has over you. The elevator dings, breaking any eye contact between the two of you. John places a hand on your lower back to usher you towards his room. You realize that he hasn’t taken you to the seventh floor, but he’s chosen the tenth instead. He catches the look that crosses your face. It’s impressive to him how perceptive you are about your surroundings.
“I prefer to change rooms often. For spontaneity,” He states, the lie slipping past his lips.
It was true that John changed rooms for spontaneity, but not for the usual reasons. For the many years that John had been killing people, he’d learned that you were never supposed to develop a routine. Routines lead to careless mistakes. Careless mistakes lead to you having a bullet between your eyes. Even though there was a strict no-killing rule on Continental Grounds, John wasn’t naive enough to believe that the rule couldn’t be bypassed. It would be easy to take out a target through one of the windows if you found just the right weak spot in the infrastructure.
So he’d settle on randomly picking rooms to never leave a trail.
He scans the card and moves to the side to allow you to enter first. He watches as you look around the room before walking over to the window to peer down at the glimmering city below. You turn to face him, an innocent and nervous look on your face. “You’re not like married or anything, right?”
Your stomach churns with nerves. You weren’t prepared for any revelation of John possibly being married, thus choosing random rooms to not leave a trail for his missus.
John chuckles, a low and gruff sound. “No, I’m not.”
You lock your eyes on his closely, hoping to catch some form of a lie in them. You don’t find any because, quite frankly, John doesn’t seem like the type of man who needs to lie. The next question is on the tip of your tongue, but you quickly swallow it back down.
Why wasn’t he married?
A man as fine as John, you would expect there to be some elegant, classy brunette WASP waiting for him at home.
“I can see the question in your eyes. I’ve considered the possibility of marriage over the years, but my current line of work doesn’t allow for such matters,” John explains, removing his suit jacket and hanging it up in the closet. He rolls the sleeves of his shirt up, giving a view of his arms again. You think back to a few weeks ago when the very same arms were holding you up against the wall. You swallow slightly, hoping that the obvious horniness isn’t noticed by John.
It is.
“What line of business are you in? I mean, not to pry or anything. I just noticed that everyone around you seems to tense up, so I just assume that you’re very important,” You said.
“Just casual business things. Contracts and all. It’s boring,” John said.
Though he wouldn’t necessarily consider killing people to be boring for ordinary people. However, John has to admit that he’s very bored with killing people. He’s good at what he does, but that still doesn’t make it any less mundane. You catch on to the fact that John doesn’t want to talk about work, so you drop the subject. Even though there’s a distinct irking in the back of your mind that tells you that you should pry more.
“You can go shower. Tell me what you’d like off the menu, and I’ll order it for you,” John said. He hands the menu over to you and moves to the closet. He peers over his shoulder. “Don’t worry about any prices.”
You nod. Scanning down the menu, your gaze travels to all of the fancy items on the list. It feels weird being able to order food without worrying about the apparent cost. But John seems adamant about spoiling you.
He comes over to stand close to you with the room phone in his hand. You point down at the menu to the salmon meal that you want, and he nods in understanding. He gestures with his head for you to go ahead and shower.
As you walk into the bathroom, you can hear his low voice ordering on the phone. You’re surprised to walk into the bathroom and find a bonnet lying on the sink. It makes some part of you warm inside to think about the fact that he was being considerate of your needs. Stripping your clothes off, you turn the water on and step inside. Almost immediately, your muscles relax at the feel of the hot water trailing down your body. You look off to the side where all of the different body washes are and begin to lather your body up.
Unbeknownst to you, John stands in the doorway of the bathroom, watching as you shower. He knows that it’s creepy, but quite frankly, he can’t find it in himself to feel ashamed. He eyes the way that the suds and water trail down your skin. The steam partially obscures some of his view of your body. Walking closer, John begins to remove his clothes and slips into the shower behind you. You jump at the feeling of John’s body pressing into yours.
He turns your bodies so that the water is directly flowing down onto his skin. Wordlessly, you grab the loofah that you were using and pour more body wash onto it. You rub the material softly across John’s skin. His dark eyes continue to watch you closely. You usher him to turn, and you’re momentarily stunned at the large tattoo that covers the expanse of his back. You can’t help it as your fingers trail across the intricate black ink.
John tenses beneath your touch.
You don’t know what comes over you, but you simply put your hands around his waist and hug yourself close to his body. John’s surprised by your actions, and he has to fight down the warmth that spreads through his body at having you touch him so intimately. He allows himself, for the first time in years, to relax in your touch and places his hands over yours. You both stand like that for what feels like forever.
John turns to face you again. Leaning down, he claims your lips in a passionate kiss. You moan softly at the feel of his hands trailing across your skin. For the remainder of the shower, you kiss each other and let the water wash away whatever words that you both can’t speak to each other down the drain.
After the shower, John is patient with drying your body and wrapping the towel around you. He wraps a towel around his waist, and you can’t help but admire the way that his inky black hair clings to his face. It almost gives him somewhat of a boyish look.
Back in the room, you’re surprised to see a cute silk pajama set waiting for you on the bed. Your eyes flicker over to John. “How’d you know my size?”
“Lucky guess,” He said, smirking coyly before moving to grab his own pajamas. You try not to blatantly stare as he drops the towel on the floor. Your eyes naturally gravitate to his dick, which hangs by his thigh. You almost wonder to yourself how you even took him that night.
You turn and drop your own towel.
Normally, you’d feel a lot more shy at the prospect of a partner seeing you this naked, but you and John had long surpassed that stage. You slide the pale blue set onto your skin and bask in the softness of the material.
You grab your body butter from your work bag and maneuver the substance into your skin.
A knock sounds from the door, and John goes over to answer it. You can hear the quiet conversation between him and the bellhop as he rolls the cart of food into the room.
“Your meals, Mr. and Mrs. Wick. Mr. Scott also asked me to send a complimentary dessert for your enjoyment,” the bellhop states.
John tenses, but quickly plays the movement off. “Thank you,” He said, sliding a tip off to the bellhop. The younger man thanks John before exiting the room.
John brings your plates over to the nearby table, arranging everything neatly before ushering you over. He pulls the chair out for you and gently pushes it in once you sit.
He takes a seat across from you before giving you a small smile.
You can’t help the small laugh that leaves your lips. John’s lips quirk up in amusement. “Something funny?”
“A bit. It’s just I haven’t seen you in weeks, and now here you are. You picked out an outfit for me, we showered together, and now we’re eating dinner together. It’s all rather intimate,” you explain, taking a bite of your salmon.
John nods. “I guess you are right in that conclusion. Does that bother you?”
“No, it doesn’t. Actually, if I’m being honest, I feel safe with you. I think this may be the first time where I feel like I can relax and not worry about taking care of someone else,” you said.
“Let me guess, older sibling. You’re often the one taking care of everyone else besides yourself,” John prompts.
“Story of my life. I’ve always been the one who’s been expected to succeed, so there was never any time for me to fail. But now I’m doing this, and it brings in way more money than being a waitress at a diner.”
John takes a sip from his glass. “I can’t imagine that this is something you want to do long-term. What is it that you’d actually want to do, milaya?”
There it was. That nickname that he’d bestowed upon you since your first time together. You don’t realize how much you actually like hearing it slip from his lips, despite the fact that you don’t know what it means.
“No, I’d like to go back to school and become a pediatric nurse, but I couldn’t afford something like that right now. So, I’ll just settle for saving,” You said mournfully. John watches the way that your tone drops as you talk about school.
“You’d make a good nurse,” John comments.
You chuckle. “How can you be so sure?”
“You’ve been very attentive since I met you. I watched you tonight when you were serving drinks to others. Even when they got to a point of being too intoxicated, you navigated the conversation smoothly. Every person at that bar felt like you cared about them, even if you were only serving them a drink,” He explains.
The conversation between you and John continues to flow effortlessly. For the first time, he feels normal. He knows that normal is the last word that anyone would use to describe him, but he’s enjoying how easy things feel with you. John listens to you as you light up and talk about things that interest you. He realizes that there’s still so much light in you. It feels good to have someone who’s not tainted by his world.
After dinner, you venture into the bathroom again to brush your teeth before walking into the bedroom. You catch John still sitting at the table, staring out at the rain, which now falls freely against the windows. The raindrops flow down the window like tears. There’s a steady calmness that settles over the room, combined with something a lot more intimate brewing between you and John.
You can’t help the desire that you feel building towards John.
Your mind wanders to all of the ways that he made you cum last time. You shiver thinking about the way that he pressed his body close to yours as you both came. At this moment, John glances up and finds you standing by the door, watching him. His own dark eyes scan across your face and figure. He admires the way that the silk molds naturally to your curves. He can even see your nipple peeking through the material.
You slowly start to make your way over to him until you’re standing directly beside him. A soft scuffle sounds across the room as John slides his chair back to fully face you. You walk closer until you’re standing between his legs. John sits up to press his face against your stomach. His strong arms circle around your waist. He can’t help but grab a handful of your backside in his hands. You shiver at the feel of John’s breath seeping through your top. A pleasured sigh leaves your lips at the feel of his lips kissing your stomach.
What was this man doing to you?
You push him back lightly before planting yourself in his lap. You can feel his hardening dick pressing against the soft pajama pants. You find yourself taking John’s hand into your own and admiring how big they are compared to yours.
The only thing that John can think about is how much he wants you. How much he wants to claim every inch of you for himself. He wants to cement himself into the further parts of your body that no other man has had the pleasure of seeing.
He wants…He wants…Fuck, there’s so much that John wants when it comes to you.
After only one encounter, you had John’s soul in the palm of your hands.
He moves closer to press his lips against yours. Your lips move together in a dance that’s become familiar to you both. John’s lips trail down to press kisses against your jawline before moving to claim your neck. You close your eyes in ecstasy at the feel of the man’s face buried against your neck. John gently bites down on your pulse point before licking the bite mark soothingly.
He angles your body back further to duck down to press his lips against your breasts. He gently makes out with your breasts through your shirt, shoving more of your covered tit into his waiting mouth. His saliva seeps through the fabric, coating your skin in him.
“John...” You whisper, clutching at his dark hair.
Subtly, your hips drag across the growing bulge in his pants. Your wetness is beginning to stain the thin material of the shorts as you pant more and more at the friction against your clit. Your next move surprises John. You grab his hand and place it around your throat. Your eyes lock on one another. Your eyes tell John just how much you trust him.
If only you’d known how many men he’s killed with these hands. If only you knew how much blood had stained these hands over the years. But you don’t know this. John’s true nature is a mystery to you, and he doesn’t have to see that look in your eyes. He’s seen it with various people over the course of his life. That look consists of knowing his true self—The Baba Yaga. But here with you, there’s no Baba Yaga.
To you, he’s just John.
John’s familiar with the human body. He knows what points to hit on the body to make a man feel like he’s dying before the bullet even reaches him. He also knows just how much pressure he should be applying to choke you and elevate your orgasm.
John’s other hand grabs your hip firmly before he drags your core down harder against him. At the same time, he lightly applies pressure to your neck, feeling the steady thrumming of your pulse against his fingers.
“Ride me. Take whatever you need from me, milaya,” He said, ushering your hips more and more into a steady rhythm. Your face frowns in pleasure as your lips part. Soft moans leave your lips, and John can’t help but want to hear more from you.
You slide your hips more quickly against John’s lap. Each time, a zing of pleasure shoots through your body. Your thrusts become needier and more desperate. John’s hand tightens around your throat. Your moans increase in volume as your release approaches. With one last move of your hips, you cry out at the feel of your orgasm washing over your body. Your body feels like it transcends with the feeling of John choking you. It makes your brain feel all fluttery and free.
John lightly releases your throat before pulling you down into another kiss.
You pull back to stare at him. He can see the dazed look in your eyes and knows that you’re in a state of neediness for him. You pout, “I want you.”
“You already have me, milaya.”
“No, I want you. I need to feel you inside me, John,” You said, your voice practically pleading.
You stand from John’s lap and slide the silk pajama bottoms down. You reach up to slide the top over your head before dropping it to the floor. A surge of possession overcomes John, and he grabs you to sit in his lap again. Your fingers grab at John’s pajama pants, which he allows you to slide down. His length slaps against his stomach, small beads of precum leaking from the top. You swipe your finger across the tip, collecting the liquid onto your fingers before bringing it up to your lips. You moan lowly at the taste of John on your taste buds.
For a moment, the sudden urge to have him in your mouth takes over. John stops you before you can move. “We have plenty of time for that later. I need to feel you now, milaya.”
You nod and lift your hips to point his tip at your entrance. John keeps his eyes settled downward to watch the way that he enters you. As you lower your hips, he throws his head back, and a deep breath leaves his lips. He holds your hips in place as the sparks of pleasure radiate through his body.
John leans up to press his chest against yours. Your hands wrap around his shoulder as you lean forward to connect your lips again. A moan leaves both you and John once you start to lift your lips and begin bouncing in his lap. The sound of your thighs slapping against John’s, along with your moans, fills the room. John groans deeply into your mouth, and the sound makes you clench tighter around him.
The man wraps a hand into your hair and tugs roughly. The tiny prickles of pain only serve to add to your pleasure. You get lost in John’s deep and soulful eyes. Even in the short time you’d known him, you’d observed that the man could easily convey his emotions through his eyes. At the bar, you’d seen how he would soften his eyes when looking at you, but hardened them once others came around.
Even now when he has you, his dark eyes soften significantly.
You slow your hips down into a slow grind. John guides your movements while giving small thrusts to increase your pleasure. You angle your body back to allow the pleasure to consume your body fully. John zeroes in on the sweat that trails down the valley of your breasts. He leans forward to slide his tongue along the sweat, the salty liquid enhancing his pleasure.
You wrap your arms around John’s neck as he suddenly picks you up. The older man lays your body on the table, the cool wood sending shivers up your spine. John looks at the way that you’re splayed out for him, and he’s seen anyone quite so beautiful.
John leans over you, his hips pressing deeper into yours. Your back arches as you moan loudly. John takes the opportunity to place one of your legs on his shoulder. You can see that the man is losing his composure more and more as he uses your body.
“You can go harder. I know you want to, John,” You state, your eyes challenging the man.
In response, John’s thrusts increase in speed and intensity. His black hair hangs messily in front of his face. It only makes you clench tighter around him as you see the man becoming more and more primal. You scream in surprise when John presses your legs to your chest. Your pussy squelches loudly, and you can feel your slick trailing down between you and John.
“Tell me you’re mine,” John pleads.
“I’m yours, John,” You reply, nails biting into his skin.
“Say it again.”
“I’m yours, John. Only yours,” You state.
John groans loudly, bringing a hand down to strum at your sensitive clit. It doesn’t take much as your orgasm washes over you. John presses his hips close to yours, and you swear that you can feel him in the pit of your stomach. His loud moan fills the room before you feel warm spurts of cum painting your insides. John gives shallow thrusts into your pussy.
He collapses against your chest, and you wrap your arms around him in response.
Your hearts beat in sync.
Right now, nothing else matters except you and John.
When John wakes up the next morning, he’s greeted by the sight of your wild curls splayed against his chest. He moves your hair to the side to get a glimpse of your peaceful, sleeping face. He’s about to close his eyes to continue to enjoy this moment of peace with you until his phone buzzes from the dresser.
John grabs the device and unlocks it as he navigates to his messages.
Winston
We need to talk. Meet me in my office.
John sighs and shifts carefully to move from under your body. You open your eyes at feeling the man’s warmth leave you. “You’re leaving?”
“I have a meeting with the manager of the hotel. I should be back in about an hour,” John explains, gathering clothes from the closet.
You raise the sheet to your chest and stand to grab your own clothes from the floor. “I should get going too. I wouldn’t want to be in your way.”
John shakes his head. “You’re not in my way. I want you here. You’re more than welcome to stay in the room and order room service.”
“That’s sweet, but I still have errands that I need to run for my apartment. Thank you anyway,” You said.
The older man frowns and moves to stand in front of you. He grabs your face in his hand and pulls you into a kiss. You allow yourself to melt fully into his touch.
“Can I come with you?”
You smile. “You want to go run boring errands with me?”
“Yes, I think that it’d be quite nice.”
“Okay, I’d need to change at my apartment, but I wouldn’t mind you coming along.”
“Thank you. Order yourself room service, and I’ll be back in an hour.”
“Okay.” John places one more kiss upon your lips before walking into the bathroom to shower. It isn’t long before he’s walking out in a white T-shirt and dark jeans along with a dark brown leather jacket. You whistle lowly, “My, my, Mr. Wick. I wasn’t aware that you owned anything besides black suits.”
“I can be quite surprising when I want to be,” John states. He opens the door, spares you another glance, and then leaves.
As soon as the door shuts, John’s entire demeanor shifts. He wonders what Winston could be calling him for. Perhaps it was another contract that he was being summoned for. Perhaps it was pertaining to payments. Whatever the case was, he found himself longing to be back in the room with you. He casually watches the numbers on the elevator as they go up towards Winston’s office. Once the elevator doors open, he nods at the doorman, who walks into the elevator space.
He knocks on Winston’s office door three times before he hears this man’s muffled voice ushering him in.
“Ah, Johnathan, it’s a pleasure to see you. Please take a seat,” Winston said, outstretching his hand towards the empty chair.
Winston walks over to the small bar that he’d attached to this office. He procures two glasses before he fills one with an amber liquid. He looks in John’s direction and raises the empty glass in question. John shakes his head in response.
“No thank you.”
Winston shrugs. “Well, suit yourself. I suppose you aren’t in the mood for alcohol because you already had your fill last night.”
His ends the sentence in a teasing tone, but John’s never been one for humor. “Do cheer up my dear Johnathan. I brought you here because there’s been an increase in conversation regarding you and one of our newest dancers.”
John offers no explanation to the other man beside an empty stare. Winston smiles and raises his hands in defense. “Johnathan, I mean no offense by asking. I’m only ensuring that the girl is completely safe. You know how dangerous our world can be.”
“She’s safe with me,” John states.
Winston lifts his eyebrows and an amused smile covers his aging face. “How can you assure that, Johnathan? You may be indestructible in our world, but she isn’t. She’s a nice girl, but I want to be sure that she’s safe.”
“I won’t let anyone hurt her. They have to go through me first.”
Both men stare at each other. Winston takes a moment to fully observe John’s countenance. He notes the way that the man’s fingers clench against the leather chair. The chair creaks faintly against the man’s assault. Winston can also see the way that John’s eyes darken at the insinuation of someone hurting you.
“Ah, I see. You’ve grown attached to her,” Winston said.
“I have.”
Winston sighs, running a hand down his face. He brings the glass up to his lips and downs the rest in one go. “I hope for your sake and hers that you know what you’re doing.”
“She’s mine. Any person that thinks that they can hurt her, I’ll make sure that they understand what true suffering looks like,” John announces before standing up to walk towards the door. He turns again to face Winston. “I appreciate your concern.”
With that, John Wick leaves Winston’s office just as quietly as he had arrived. The older man surveys the chair where the assassin was just seated moments before. On the arms of the chair, there’s visible scratch marks from the man digging his nails into the wood.
An exhausted sigh leaves Winston’s mouth. He crosses the room to grab the bottle containing the whiskey that he drank moments prior. Instead of pouring a simple glass, the man carries the bottle over to his desk.
He hopes that for the sake of John’s enemies that no one entertains the foolish idea of trying to harm you.
Because the wrath that they’d face from John would be far greater than any suffering that they’d ever find in hell.
John walks closely to you—he’s not quite behind you, but he’s not exactly next to you either. He silently observes your surroundings while keeping a watchful eye on you.
He leans over you to grab the cereal box that you were reaching for. After he’d gotten back from his meeting with Winston, he’d loaded you up into his ‘69 Mustang before driving to your apartment.
You had been very open with expressing your admiration for the car. He mentally saved the note for later use.
When he had arrived to your apartment, he found it to quaint and cozy. Though the area was fairly safe, he still had the distinct urge to want to move you to a more secure location. Even if that meant buying you a new apartment.
He’d sat dutifully on the couch as you entered your bedroom to change. Unbeknownst to you or maybe you were past the point of caring now, but the door to your bedroom was open enough for John to catch sight of your body.
He thought back to the prior night when he’d had you splayed across the table, your body open and vulnerable for his taking. He even thought about the way that you whimpered and told him that you were his.
His mind goes back to the earlier conversation with Winston. The glaring red fact that his job profession is less than legal appears as well. How exactly does one tell the woman that they’re seeing that they kill men for a living? How would John explain to you that he’d once killed a man by only using a pencil, and that after that, he’d been wired $4 million for getting the job done?
You didn’t know the Baba Yaga, and he wanted to keep it that way.
He only wanted you to remember him as John. He was your John and that was all that mattered.
John snaps out of his thoughts as he follows you over the fruit and vegetable aisle. Your eyes flicker over to him. “What’s your favorite fruit?”
“Mangoes.”
You laugh before covering your mouth. “That’s funny because I never would’ve guessed that. I would’ve pegged you for more of an apple kind of guy.”
John smiles. “I like them too, but not as much as mangoes. I went on a trip to Barbados, and they had the sweetest mangoes I’ve ever had.”
“You went to Barbados?” You ask, wonder filling your voice.
“Yes, for business,” John answers.
He doesn’t tell you that the business consisted of breaking into a man’s private villa and putting a bullet between his eyes. Besides, you don’t need to know those details.
“I’d love to go there some day,” you said.
“I can take you,” John offers.
“You don’t have to, John. Plus, do you think this will last long?” You gesture between the two of you. John frowns. Why wouldn’t the two of you last?
“My intentions with you are serious, milaya. I’m here for as long as you want me to be.” It warms your inside to hear the words falling from John’s lips.
“Good. I’d really like that, John. Now, could you help me pick out some really good fruits?”
“Of course.”
As he stands closer to you and watches as you hold up two tomatoes to his gaze, John can’t help the satisfaction that he feels. This is nice. For the first time in his life, he feels normal. He finally is able to have a chance to experience a normal activity without it involving murder.
This simple act of grocery shopping with you feels vaguely domestic. He likes it.
John allows himself to envision a future where he’s retired and fully settled with you. He imagines waking up to you in bed each day. He imagines the soft moments where the sun filters through the curtains and illuminates your brown skin.
He imagines being able to kiss your lips and the soft smile that he’d give you. He imagines that he’d tell you that he was making breakfast and coffee just how you liked it.
Did you like a lot of sugar, or did you prefer to add creamer? Were you one of those women who took your coffee serious and wanted an espresso machine?
John even imagines that before he would be able to leave the bed, you would tug him back gently and make some off-handed quip about him needing to stay a little longer. This would lead to you and John engaging in passionate love-making for the remainder of the morning.
The more that John thinks about the future, the more he yearns for it. He yearns for more of you.
Unbeknownst to you and John, someone notices you and the assassin standing together. They notice the closeness present between yourself and John. They even see the way that the man’s eyes soften as he looks at you.
The stranger turns and walks out of the grocery story. They pulls their phone from their pocket and quickly navigate to their contacts.
The phone doesn’t ring long before the person on the other end answers.
“I hope that you are calling with useful information, instead of wasting my time.”
“I do. I saw John Wick in the grocery story today, and he wasn’t alone. There was a woman, and they appeared close. Closer than anyone’s ever seen him be with another human being. She may be our way in.”
The line goes silent. The stranger knows that the other person is on the line by the distinct sounds of their breathing echoing across the call.
“Good. This is very good. Find out whatever you can about her. I think it’s time that we inflict the same pain upon Mr. Wick that he has gifted to us.”
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