I turned my head away from the laptop, watching as Johnny grabbed his phone and jacket, getting ready to leave. I observed for a moment as he checked if he has everything and after a while he looked at me, too. He approached me, kissing my forehead.

"I gotta go. Don't overwork yourself and eat something, okay?" he asked, raising his brows.

Even though I knew that making music was the reason he was the happiest ever, I still missed him throughout the whole day while he was at the studio. I know it might be a selfish thing to say, but I'm glad it's one of the very last days he has to record the new Hollywood Vampires album, and then he'll have a few weeks of break.

"Okay. Bye."

He kissed my forehead once more and I walked him to the door with my eyes. Soon I heard the sound of them closing, and I smiled, paying attention back to writing the article. I had the deadline until tomorrow and I sighed, thinking how much work is still ahead of me today.

I was kinda glad Johnny wasn't here when I have to write, though. It means he can't distract me with all the hot things he does throughout the day, for example breathing.

I shook my head, laughing a little at my thoughts.

I quickly stood up, hearing how the door closed and knowing exactly who came back home. I almost flied to the corridor and grinned, seeing the man of my dreams.

He barely looked up when I hugged (read: jumped on) him and he made a step backwards, trying to balance us both. He chuckled as I breathed in deeply. He smelled like cigarettes, but it was somehow so good on him. I loved when he smelled like cigarettes.

I pulled away slightly, holding his face in my hands. I slowly connected his lips with mine and felt his thumb caressing my lower back, which made the butterflies in my stomach go insane.

He hummed before breaking the kiss.

"Have you eaten yet?"

"No," I answered.

"I brought some pizza, wanna eat together?"

I grinned, kissing him again. God, I just couldn't get enough of it. I never knew you could miss a person so bad and want to kiss them until your literal lips fall off.

I love him. Yes, that's for sure. It actually explains all the weird feelings I couldn't name that I experienced along the way. But I'm so in love it almost hurts, and yet every touch feels better than the previous one, somehow. I won't even mention what his hand on my thigh does to me.

He went upstairs to shower first while I decided to finish up the article. It was still a little bit of work, but I think I'll be able to have the evening to myself. And Johnny.

I got so focused on writing I somehow didn't even hear Johnny entering the kitchen, and I only realized he was here when he put the box with pizza and two glasses with something to drink on the table, next to the laptop.

"Thanks," I said, my gaze not leaving the document full of just words. "Just a minute."

He hummed as in okay and sat beside me on the couch, grabbing the TV remote probably to look for something to watch while we'll be eating.

I mentally froze when I felt his hand casually making itself comfortable on my inner thigh. He put it high enough for that strange (but how pleasant) electricity to kick in, and it was so sudden and intense that I almost flinched. But his hand didn't move, no. It just rested there innocently.

At some point I realized I'm not writing anything, I'm just staring at one point on the white background and focusing on Johnny's touch. It's so basic to say but his hands were so soft and at the same time so rough that it had me drooling violently.

I got myself together and finally almost regained my focus from before, when suddenly Johnny spoke up.

"How long have you been writing today?" he asked.

"Mm, couple hours maybe. Why?"

"Damn, aren't you tired?"

"A little bit, but I wanna finish it up."

It got silent after that, so I just went back to writing-

All of a sudden I felt Johnny getting closer and him kissing my shoulder gently. His fingers made its way to one of my hand that was on the keyboard, touching lightly the skin along my arm as they did, making me have goosebumps there. He took my hand in his and intertwined our fingers.

"Johnny, not right now," I said with a smile, feeling how his lips were slowly reaching my neck.

"You can't overwork yourself," he replied lowly and I sighed.

"I really gotta finish this, and I'm almost done-"

He kissed the sweet spot on my neck, the very method he knew to shut me up, truly stopping any words that were supposed to leave my mouth. I put my forearm against his chest to push him away a little and try to explain to him how important that is, but all the importantness disappeared when instead of his shirt, I found his bare chest.

He was shirtless. And hot.

Damn you, Johnny.

I obeyed and he pushed my shoulders gently so I'd lay my back down on the couch. I arched my back a little as he hovered over me, not once stopping all the wet and hot kisses on my neck and shoulders.

I felt as I was floating, and even though I knew I gotta write, I didn't care that much anymore.

"They're gonna fire me." I murmured. "I hate you."

He kissed right behind my ear, "No you don't."

Oh. Oh, I don't. Not when he makes me feel like that.

His hand wandered down my side, caressing my waist and then moving to my hip, and finally he did, what I think he found out himself, the thing I love most. I smiled at the thought that his body never fully left mine, and how happy it makes me.

After a moment I was completely relaxed, giving in to every touch of his. I giggled as I remembered the pizza that's probably cold by now.

"Do you still need to write or do I have to kiss you more?" he asked.

To be honest, I had no idea how to answer that question, so I just said what I thought.

"Oh, Johnny. I really don't care unless you keep your tongue against my neck."

He chuckled, moving up and kissing my lips one last time before asking if I'm still up for the pizza. Of course I was.

Maybe after all it was a good thing for him to distract me. I've been working all day barely with breaks, and I was, in fact, overworking myself. It's a blessing to have Johnny by my side, who's always finding creative ways to help me.

Maybe sometimes it really is better to take a small break.

Around 15 minutes later we finished eating and just cuddled on the couch, watching TV. I suddenly remembered something.

"Johnny?"

He hummed.

"Maxine's throwing her birthday party next Friday. Do you wanna go with me?" I asked. "As my-"

"Boyfriend?" he finished, big smile on his lips.

I nodded, also smiling. God, it's so contagious.

"Of course I do."

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