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The Deputy runs away from the supposed "enemy" area. Her head spinning, she tries to eliminate all the feelings she's had in such a short time: anger, hate, love, affection. She had a hard time believing that she had spent so much time with the three Seeds without slapping them in the face. She surprised herself by letting Joseph touch her, indulge in his touch, kiss Jacob, joke with him, and of course the most unlikely...Take the first step towards John, forgive him?

And that's when she starts thinking about tonight...She wonders how it's going to be. She has a hard time digesting this news, she's excited and very nervous, because it's another step she's about to take and she doesn't know if she's ready for it. She begins to be closer and closer to them, intimate.

The only one with whom it's more reassuring is Joseph. Because he leaves her space, between them, it's ambiguous of course, but there is still a certain restraint between them and she is reassured, because she is not sure that she will be able to manage the three at the same time.

She even thinks she's crazy, to live this kind of relationship with three men, moreover, those who are at the origin of this purgatory that is Hope County. She thinks she shouldn't do this, it's fucked up, but now it's hard to resist, to resist them. It's hard to think of ever letting go of the memories they made together, of thinking that she could go back and act like they were strangers. But one day she knows she will have to make a decision, and own it, and when that day comes, who knows what will happen to her?

She is afraid of the reaction of her friends. Not because she actively cares about their opinion, no, that's up to her and her alone, but rather because she fears that everything will collapse, that the Resistance will tear itself apart, that the whole world will collapse because of her. Because she is, and always has been the foundation on which everyone rests. So she can never afford to be selfish, if only all of them could stop overnight, if only Joseph would stop his collapse bullshit, if she could just forget about everything that happened, then yes, she would be happy and more than happy to share her life with these three men she is falling in love with.

She recently started getting lost in alternate thoughts, taking refuge in an imaginary universe where they would be together. She would be in another city, another country, far away from here, walking down a street alongside Jacob, who would wrap an arm around her shoulders as she would smile with confidence and pride in his presence. She would sigh in relief as she would rest her head against Joseph's shoulder in front of a sunset, laughing at John's dirty jokes who couldn't resist hugging her in every possible way.

Her heart started racing at the mental visualizations, a feeling of intense fear started forming in the pit of her stomach, the urge to run away like a wimp, get in the car and never come back to that cursed County.

She struggles to regain her sanity and must concentrate so as not to spiral into the madness into which they are leading her.

Everything is changing, the cogs are turning at full speed and she is losing her footing.

But what she is sure of is that she will never abandon the Resistance. She will fight until the end, even if it means losing them. If she has to choose, her choice is already made, but that doesn't make it less difficult to accept.

She flees the forest as if it were haunted, she spots an abandoned car on the side of the road and runs to take refuge there.

Her sweaty palms clutch the steering wheel with all her might, she begins to hyperventilate. Her mind begins to form a black hole, which turns into an abyss, and all of a sudden she is no longer there, sees herself sinking into a black, ever blacker galaxy that seems ready to engulf her and make her disappear. She bursts into tears, her airways are clogged and her tight throat makes her gasp with a rasping noise that can only be the sign of a panic attack.

She feels like she is dying.

She curls up in a ball on the driver's seat, her ears ring, she violently shakes all her carnal envelope, trying to fight, to push back this horrible feeling.

Just as she feels she's going to pass out and may never wake up, the passenger side door opens and slams shut.

She screams as she slams herself against the car window, kicking randomly.

"Popo, it's me!" It's me !''

She keeps a defensive stance, looks up, her breath still choking,

"Sha-Sharky?"

"Yes, everything is alright, it's me, darling." 

He hugs her, Rook cries with relief,

"F-fuck, I was so scared for you earlier...I-I looked for you, then I got ambushed..." She speaks in a jerky voice , like a broken radio.

"Are you serious? Damn, chica, I had no choice but to leave, those ugly piss fuckers threw smoke bombs at the maw!...''

"Oh my god..." she said with teary eyes, studying her sooty face, wiping her cheeks with her hands, "Sharky, it's all my fault...You could have died... I'll never forgive myself if such a thing would happen…” she said, hands over her panicked face.

Her best friend reassures her, "It's not your fault, Popo, those vermin are everywhere!" You look like fucking bad, what did they do to you?! I'm gonna kill them.'' he says in a dark voice that doesn't usually sound like him.

She sniffles, wiping the tears from her eyes with her thumbs, "Nothing serious, they wanted to see me..."

Sharky puffs out his cheeks and exhales heavily, "Chica, this shit can't go on anymore, either they stop their psychotic shit and you guys are dating, like chill you know." Either they will have to stop their obsession for you definitively because there, it's you who will end up paying dearly for it, sweetie. And I won't accept it."

"I know...but what am I supposed to do?" You think they'll stop? I think I might as well go fuck myself in hell. I am the worst person in the world.” she says, her head buried in the steering wheel.

Sharky gently massages her shoulder, "Honey, you can't help it if you're feeling all this, and they know it, so they're taking advantage of it." You know what ?''

"What ?'' she croaks, desperate.

Sharky smiles, his finger lifts her chin, “Here, let's just say you've been going through a tough transition lately, feelings acceptance and all that shit. Now what you need is for you to regain the advantage.” he replies, punctuated by a wink.

Rook frowns, not sure where he's going with this, "Explain."

“Show them that you manage the situation, that it's always you who controls, who decides. You don't want to lower yourself to their madness. If they want to be with you, then they stop, otherwise…”

"Otherwise what?"

"You ignore them." he said, a certain satisfaction in his smile, his arms folded and his chest puffed out.

Rook winces, "Is that all?'' she asks in a high-pitched voice, quite incredulous, she was expecting a bigger idea.

Sharky makes a noise's throat, "Arrrgh, believe me honey, men hate being ignored by the woman they love, it attracts them like shit attracts flies." They will be forced to react, and that's when you regain the advantage.''

The image of flies and shit raises an eyebrow at the Deputy, however, this reasoning is not silly. She can't do anything right now that would stop them, so might as well show them that she's not afraid of this situation, that she's able to take it and do her job, even if in reality, she's terrified and can't handle any of it at all. She needs to think, take time for herself and find herself. But there's something wrong with his plan, and only she knows...

"Except there's a hitch in your plan..."

"Huh yeah, what? Sharky asks innocently.

"Uh...Let's just say I kind of have...Date with John tonight..." she clenches her teeth in panic at the end, her eyes round like oranges, waiting for Sharky's next reaction.

Her friend chuckled at the top of his lungs, stamped his feet against the dashboard, then straightened up, looking excited,

"Shit, popo, are you going to fuck tonight?" he asks with a big stupid smile.

She slaps him with her palm on top of the head, "You're truly unbelievable I swear!" Is that all you care about now?! I don't know why I suggested such a thing!''

Sharky giggles, "Because you need a good dick, honey!" he says like it's obvious.

She gets angry, shocked by so much vulgarity, "No, but are you insane!" I only took pity on his puppy dog look.'' she defends herself as best she can, but it's wasted time because Sharky just smiles, nodding, falsely pretending to believe her,

"Yeeeaaahhh, and tomorrow you'll have broken kidneys because you took pity on his beautiful cock." he teases.

Another pat on the head, but this time she smiles because it's Sharky and he always finds a way to make her smile, even with his stupid bullshit.

“Thank you Shark. I don't know how it will go tonight. But from now on, I'll try to think about your advice, after all, it's me who makes things more dramatic than they should be..."

"Yeah, and you gonna go?" I mean, tonight…” he starts to smile again, batting his eyelashes in taunt.

Rook sighs, between amusement and annoyance, "Yeah, we'll see." Anyway, if he pisses me off, I'll kill him..."

"Yeah sure, and what are you gonna wear?"

She frowns at his question, "How so?" Well, this." she points to her current outfit, which seems a little ridiculous in the eyes of her friend.

"Excuse me for pointing this out, dep, but you're clearly wearing shorts under your pants, and you're sweating like hell." Not my style to judge on that, but hey, you could put on a little dress, the kind of sexy fatale woman, that would make him soar to the ceiling the Johnny.''

Rook is initially shocked, once again, "Already it's not sweat but water, I bathed." Sharky pouts questioningly, she cuts him off, "Yeah, don't ask me any questions." Next, fuck off. Then," she glares at him, before inhaling, "A what?''

"Uh, a dress."

She scoffs, "Darling, I haven't seen a shadow of a dress since I joined the police, and I ain't even telling you in the army, there was enough misogynistic testosterone to make me grow a pair of balls.'' Her very raw tone makes Sharky burst out laughing, then she adds, " And that's ridiculous, no way."

"Ohhh come on, and then who knows, maybe Johnny Boy will put on a suit, oh and then maybe he'll bring some champagne!" Save me a drink, huh, Popo!''

Rook stops him in his fantasy with hands on his shoulders, "Wow, wow let's calm down, okay?" We're talking about John Seed, I'll do the bare minimum, and NOT a word ! Sworn?''

"Only if we give you a little makeover before you go." he tries to convince her by making soft eyes.

Rook maintains her positioning with her hard gaze and her arms crossed over her chest, then finally gives in,

“ Fine, fine, ok, damn it. But first we said we were going to make a circus at the Peggies for your uncle and his delusion of a racist senator.'' she sighs rolling her eyes.

Sharky playfully nudges her, "So let's not waste time."

She gives him a knowing smile, turns the key and drives off.

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The afternoon passes quickly, Rook and Sharky have joined the property of Hurk Drubman Sr in no time, Hurk Jr has joined them and our friends have headed with enthusiasm to their new mission.

The mission is simple, eliminate the most Peggies who, according to Hurk Sr, would refuse to vote for him. Rook finds the idea a bit silly, but the premise remains the same: to wreak havoc, so whatever the reason, the basis is the same.

"Hey Sharky, remember that time we burned down that bar in Texas!" Fucking funny man, hope it's going to be that crazy, huhuu! ''

“Hell, yeah! Best weekend of my life, Hurky! »

"What are you two talking about?" Rook interrupts, curious about this somewhat dubious anecdote.

The two boys laugh, “Ohh that's nothing, just the one time I convinced Sharky to join me on a road trip. We really had a blast, right man?'' Hurk exclaims.

"And not just a little, you bastard!" My dick still pisses tequila !'' he gives an obscene wink that makes Rook wince.

“Okay, it's exciting, but we should prepare.''

"At your command, ma'am!" shouts Hurk and Sharky smiling.

......

The mission went brilliantly, our three friends successfully took out the anti-political Peggies, luckily most of them were mindless angels who no doubt made up for the lack of Peggies, which quietly arranged Rook , who was not particularly pleased to plunge back into the skin of a bloodthirsty butcher. A good shovel in the right place for each Angel was enough, unfortunately, also a lot of explosives from the two idiots who accompany her, and whom she likes very much of course.

It is certain that this story did not remain deaf to the ears of Seed.

Joseph was quickly informed, obviously sighed when he learned that his Lamb was in charge, oh, how he wished Faith were still there...She would have advised him, would have appeased his doubts with her benevolence... Lately, he hasn't stopped thinking about what could have happened, how the Deputy had come to kill his precious Faith. This thought did not leave him, for he told himself that if his Lamb had followed a different path, by now his brothers would also have died. He knows that it was to be foreseen in God's plan, that it would have been a huge sacrifice, that he would never have wished for, but for all that, possibly present in the equation. He is grateful and happy that it did not happen, but he knows that his dove is unpredictable, and that is why he wants to be informed at all hours of the day and night of her activities, wants see how her choices evolve as their relationship grows.

“Father, the Deputy has killed most of the Angels who moved into Brother Jacob's area.'' Interrupts one of his followers who enters his church, a woman in the highest ranks in the compound, cutting him tightly from his thoughts, as he methodically rehearses his sermon for the next day.

Joseph turns around, sighs a little, "Thank you for this information, Nathalie."

The young cultist bites her cheek, playing with her hands, she looks uncertain, "You should know, Father, she almost killed none of our brothers and sisters who weren't Angels...That is, uh... That's unusual, I thought you'd appreciate knowing..."

Joseph looks at the woman of his flock in amazement, “I appreciate it. Thank you, my child." he answers her with a calm voice and a confident smile, but in his mind, many questions form, and it becomes more and more urgent that he see her, this time, in private.

At the Drubman farm, a victory is currently being celebrated. Sitting on the veranda, Sharky, Hurk Jr, Rook and Hurk Sr toast to their success, a good beer in hand for a slightly premature aperitif, but hey, who cares after all.

"Damn, kids, you're good!" Congratulates Hurk Senior with a gruff voice and hearty laugh, "Wait and see what the next Senator from Montana is going to do with this place!" I'll make them rebuild all this fucking County on all fours! Fucking freaks."

Rook smiles, taking a sip of her beer, she looks at Hurk Jr, he seems uncomfortable, he's not used to receiving compliments, his dad is always so hard on him...She thinks a little helping hand could do him good,

"Hey sir, all credit goes to Hurky, he was super brave, we wouldn't have made it without him!" she values, looking discreetly at Sharky in search of support.

Her friend understands the intention, "Yeah, unkie!" He knocked them out! That's my Hurky!'' he shouts as he raises his beer to the sky and claps his favorite cousin's hand.

"Is that true, son?'' Drubman Sr asks in a surprised voice, "Well it looks like you are finally becoming a man worthy of the family name we bear, I'm proud of you." I know I never told you, and I should have done so a long time ago. Congratulation." he praises, an affectionate pat on the shoulder of his son, followed by a handshake which they must imagine very manly.

Rook smiles watching the flash of magic in Hurk Jr's eyes, she gets up discreetly taking her beer, whispering "Okay, let's go inside, fleeting moment of happiness and all..." for Sharky , also trying to make him understand that she needs to start getting ready for tonight.

Hurk Sr cuts in, "Sharky said you need a moment to get ready, for whatever, I don't care anyway, make yourself at home!" And, thank you, Deputy.”

She radiates, "You're welcome, Sir, and thank you!''

"Go, go, and no nonsense, you two!" I know you, you little bastard.'' he gives a big pat on the back of Sharky who almost chokes, '' Little jerk of nephew whom I adore.'' he said, ruffling his cap.

Rook laughs harder and the legendary duo enters the large family home.

"Sooo, nervous?'' Sharky asks with great excitement, he has barely closed the door.

"shh!! And yeah, fuck it. Why did you want us to stay here? You want me to dress up in a t-shirt that says "Fire the Canadians!" ? She asks ironically.

Her best friend seems to be conspiring against her, "Naaaah, I actually planned something else, chica..."

Rook is already worried, "Um, can you be more specific please?"

At the same time, the sound of what appears to be a very annoying screeching of tires is heard in the yard outside. Rook gives Sharky a worried and rather accusatory look.

She does not have time to reply that outside a female voice shouts,

"Yeah, Yeah! You probably didn't expect this, you shitbag! Well, yeah ! It's me ! ''

"What the hell are you doing in my house, Cruella!"

“Ohh, Dad!''

"Oh don't worry, I'm not here for you but for the little one! Not even in a dream, dick! Oh and hi honey!”

Eyes nearly popping out of their sockets, Rook grabbed Sharky by the collar of his t-shirt, bringing his face closer to hers, whispering through her teeth, "Didn't you dare fu-..."

She is cut off by the front door slamming sharply, which startles her into a common "AH!" with Sharky.

A very cheerful Adelaide appears, laden with a suitcase,

“Hello, my darlings.'' said with a cheeky smile.

Rook stammers, "But-but, what are you doing here, Addie?!"

The older woman puts a finger to her mouth, effectively silencing her, "Don't worry, sugar, I'll take care of everything...", a knowing little wink, as she vigorously snaps her fingers towards Sharky,

"That'll be two whiskeys for us, honey!" Oh damn it, get the bottle, a chair, a mirror, and put on a good sexy vibe record, it'll drown out the background noise of that pig that was once my husband! '' she adds in a very bored voice, mimicking a yawn as she passes.

Rook finds herself at a loss for words, she watches what unfolds before her eyes, Sharky brings a chair back, then paces around the house.

“Honey, the travel mirror in my suitcase. Do you even think your uncle uses the bathroom? You have to see his skin, it's a real Swiss cheese!''

Sharky brings back the required gear, a glance and a shrug at Rook, who is trying to look as nice as possible.

Addie makes her sit facing the dining room table, puts the mirror on the table and stands behind her, assessing the face of the young woman who finds herself confronted with her own reflection, something she doesn't like since she's been here. It's like facing the truth again, in a much more intimate and painful way.

Addie runs fairy fingers down the length of her locks of hair, Rook whispers to her, "What are you doing, Addie?" What is that ?''

The older woman hums, “Mh, you're pretty, you'll see, it's going to be great. ". She whispers, looking carefully at every detail of her physic, seems to be thinking of a magic formula that would transform her into a Cinderella visibly.

The Deputy turns her head back, stopping her in her fantasy, '' I'm serious, what are you playing ? What did Sharky say?''

Addie exhales, "Listen honey, Sharky simply told me you had a date, don't worry, I won't ask any questions." She smirks at her, "Let me just help you with that, I know I haven't always been there in the best way for you, like a mom would.''

Rook looks at her through the mirror, sighs a little, "Maybe I'm a little old for that."

Adelaide smiles, “It's never too late for that. You know, I've always dreamed of having a daughter, dreamed of being able to dress her up, doll her up for this kind of occasion.'' She is downright beaming with joy, Rook finds it a bit cute and touching.

She smiles a little, then her reflection creases in sadness, she whispers, '' Yeah...I would have liked my mom would have done that for me when I needed it."

Addie looks at her, eyes curious and sympathetic, Rook explains, “I was very young when she died, and I wasn't the kind of kid who cared about her appearance. More the type to disappear all afternoon to play in the garden.'' she forces a small smile, Adelaide opens her mouth, looking shaken,

"Oh my god, honey, I didn't know that...I'm so sorry, it must have been so hard, sweetie..." she puts a comforting hand on her cheek.

Rook continues to force her smile, so as not to cry at this painful memory. It's been a long time since she's openly spoken about her mother, it's hard, but she realizes that it makes her feel good too, and that finally, this moment with Addie could be just what she needs. Not to be alone, isolated and depressed when the memories are raw.

"It's okay, Addie, really." She waves her hand in victory, "Come on, okay, I want you to help me look pretty for tonight." she mutters shyly, really, she's not used to someone being in charge of taking care of her.

Addie laughed lightly, "oh don't worry, you're already naturally very beautiful, let's just say we're going to show off all those assets, angel."

"Hey girls, you're going to love this record! A remix of Mousse T, ''Horny''. exactly what suits you, beautiful Chica.'' Sharky interrupts, as the record begins to spin, the soft and very catchy melody of this marvelous very hot track.

"Peeerfect, thank you, honey." a satisfied Addie replies, rubbing her hands together, "So let's get started!" First of all, what are we going to do with this hair? Mh, if I may make a suggestion, you tie them way too often! So long and beautiful as they are, wouldn't it be wise to let them loose?" She suggests, fully involved in her role.

Rook nods, “True. I used to let them loose all the time before, that would be nice for once, I miss it." Addie nods back, "Go for the loose hair then!" She nods enthusiastically.

She gently unties her braid that she redid earlier, Addie arranges her still damp hair to get a glimpse, ''Of course, you'll go to the shower once we have determined the look you will have. What about makeup?'' She asks.

"Hm, something natural, I don't like having a lot of makeup, just the eyes." The Deputy replies.

“ Good, a little eyeshadow, a dab of eyeliner, some mascara and that should do it. What do you think, honey?"

Rook smiles, "That's perfect."

Addie goes back to her suitcase, pulls out a makeup kit.

“So, with your pretty amber eyes and beautiful black hair, a slightly bluish purple eyeshadow will bring out the orange in your irises beautifully. I'll add a bit of golden shadow on the middle of the eyelid, and a line of black along the lower lashes to harmonize everything, and for the badass side, my sweetheart. Next, a thin line of eyeliner, long enough to highlight the almond shape of your eyes, and finally, a dab of mascara, you don't need much, you already have long lashes! Lucky girl. What do you think?" She asks nervously, as if this whole amazing idea could be bad.

Rook opens her eyes wide, the information must have been hard to process, she thinks she's never even done makeup so fancy, but can't wait to see the result, she's ready to play the game now , "Sounds great, Addie, I agree!" she confirms, smiling sincerely now.

''You send me off delighted, angel! And, oh, those pretty dimples will be wonderful when you will smile at your precious Don Juan.'' She teases, pinching her cheek affectionately hollowed out from her pretty genetic anomaly.

Rook rolls her eyes, praying she doesn't blush, because god knows who this supposed 'Don Juan' is.
Addie goes back to her suitcase, starts pulling everything out. There are at least five dresses of different shapes, colors, fabrics, as well as pairs of heeled pumps, the Deputy has her head spinning.

''Come here, you're going to choose your dress.'' she invites her with a wave of her hand.

Rook would have thought the opposite, but Adelaide has very good taste, or she inquired about her tastes because the young woman likes everything. She's overwhelmed and thinks she's almost salivating over the clothes and shoes just for her.

“Addie, those dresses are beautiful...But-but, how did you know? And you think I'll be fine with it?''

"Don't worry, sugar, I've got an eye for that." Another cheeky wink, "So which one would you like?" Don't forget it has to match your makeup!'' She adds, very serious with that finger gesture which makes the Deputy laugh.

Rook takes the time to look at the dresses, there is immediately one that particularly catches his eye. An ''electric'' or ''azure'' blue dress, with a plunging V-neck, not too thin straps, hugging her collarbones. It is neither too tight nor not tight enough, and split on the right side, the unsplit left side would probably reach just below the knees, and the split right side would go up to the top of her thigh. The behind is a bare back, and the best, the material seems to be satin, she would like to caress herself with it as much it looks amazing.

Perfect. it is perfect.

She points to the object of her desire, ''This one.'' It is gorgeous, simple but also very beautiful, it's totally my style. I could totally die in that dress." She adds humorously, grinning ear to ear as Addie pouts understandably.

Sharky who is sitting on the sofa, listening to music and silently observing, gives her a compliment, “That dress is totally you, Popo. You're going to be sublime!''

So there, that's clear, she blushes, ''Adorable...'' she sends him a stolen kiss.

In her mind, she can't help but think, "John's favorite color...", she wonders if her choice is not also in order to seduce him, and for once she would like laugh.

"Very good choice, honey." Addie confirms, nodding proudly, "I was hoping you would pick this one, that's why I had it all planned out!" Here, these black pumps will go very well with it.'' Rook can only agree, the shoes are simple, open, the heel not too long, but big enough to arch her ankles in the most seductive way. "I'm going to kill myself with this," she thinks, chuckling to herself.

The makeup and the outfit chosen, it only remains for the young woman to go take a good shower, she must also thank Adelaide for that.

"Before you go, take this shower gel and shampoo, caramel apple smell." She laughs, and Rook chuckles too, ridiculous, she thinks, but hey, she's not complaining, that'll surely be better than smelling the sweat and the burnt Peggie.

'' Take this too, it's an oil to apply on the whole body after the shower, it will highlight your tan and caramelize those beautiful muscular legs. He'll want to eat you after that, trust me...'' she whispers in a depraved voice.

''Addie !'' the young woman reprimands, not knowing which way to turn, ''Alright, I'm going to coat myself in all your extravagant shower products. See you soon, you crazy people!''

"Enjoy, honey!"

The young woman takes advantage of this hot shower to take care of herself, pamper her body, her mind, and the more the situation materializes, the more nervous she feels, and strangely, the feeling isn't all bad. There is apprehension, but also a strange feeling of happiness. She has no idea what's going to happen, if it's eventually going to be okay, but right now she's in an attitude that indicates she's ready to do whatever it takes to make things good.

Once out of the shower after having followed all the steps of what she wants to call '' how I fell into the pot of happiness thanks to Addie '', she wraps herself in a soft towel. No sooner is she out than Addie knocks on the door.

"I'll be right there!" Rook shouts, but very slowly, the door opens a crack, and what just as slowly slips through it is...Surprising to say the least.

Underwears. In lace, blue. Like, the same color as the dress.

Rook yanks the door open, slipping her head into the gap between the door, "Are you kidding me?" She exclaims very seriously, though she holds back a burst of laughter.

Addie shrugs, mimicking a sheepish pout, "I never do things by halves..." she presses the pair of underwear to her chest, "Put these on." she orders, before disappear, leaving a young Deputy increasingly overwhelmed by the situation.

The young woman puts on the underwear, she observes herself in the damaged mirror, the little she sees gives her a little more confidence, "Hey, I'm not so bad", she thinks as she turns to look her buttocks, her thighs, her belly. She puts on the tanning oil, then leaves the bathroom covered in her towel, insisting on keeping a minimum of decency. Sharky is her best friend, but still, the underwear could almost have 'fuck me' written on it, as if that wasn't obvious enough.

Speaking of which, the very thought of having sex with John tonight sends a spike of heat through her belly, anxiety or anticipated pleasure? Maybe both. Anyway, she tries to convince herself that nothing will happen, but after everything that happened, she doesn't even bother to find out, it's too unpredictable. She walks into the living room with the scent of her body following her, she thinks she smells good, thinks all these sinful thoughts are due to the bewitching beauty products going to her head. "If she also brought an aphrodisiac I don't know how I'll react." She thinks sarcastically, although knowing Addie, anything is possible, especially when it comes to sex.

"So," she exclaims, hands on hips, "I'm ready to be hot."

For almost an hour, the young woman got dressed, had her makeup done, her hair done. When she was finally ready, Adelaide and Sharky waited in the living room for her to make her entrance.

Seeing her slowly disembark, their eyes widened in wonder.

Rook walked timidly towards them, quite moved,

"How do I look?..." she asks, turning slightly on her own.

Sharky rubbed his eyes twice, "Y-you're...Shit...Breathtaking...Fuck, Chica, a real princess!" I could roll on the floor at your feet! ''

Addie laughs a little proudly, “You look perfect, sweetheart. So perfect.''

The young woman blushed, embarrassed by so many compliments, "Thank you...I don't even know what to say, it's so cute, thank you so much."

“No need to thank us, you deserve this moment, it's yours. Now out! You have other fish to fry! Time of pleasure!'' She smirked, wrapping her arm around the young woman's, pushing her almost to the exit.

"See ya, Sharky!" We'll call each other tomorrow, huh?'' She chuckled, as she is dragging outside.

"Yeah, Chica, have a blast!" he giggles.

On the doorstep, Addie takes her hand in hers, before cupping something in her palm, and locking it in, "My car keys, get them." She smiles.

"But you're going to need it?" Rook asks in confusion.

“No way are you walking through this muddy, wolf-stinking area! You take the car, and you enjoy it. Don't worry about me, I think I'll stay a while, it'll piss off my ex-husband, and I want to take advantage of my son and my nephew.'' she explains, smiling sincerely, then, the Deputy can only accept, in addition, she is delighted to know that they are going to spend the evening with the family, it warms her heart.

As she leaves the house accompanied by her two friends, the two Hurks give her a look that would be that of guys who have seen the Blessed Virgin.

"Well, I'd be damned if I expected that, very pretty, Deputy!"

Rook smiles, embarrassed but that's nice, "Thank you sir!"

"Yeah, Dep, damn you look pretty!" Your suitor is lucky!''

The young woman responds with a smile shining with teeth, she is about to say goodbye, but Sharky calls out to her, "Wait, you're missing something, Popo!"

She waits, he hands her a thigh holster, as well as her weapon that she would have forgotten. She thanks warmly, attaches the thigh holster and the weapon, on the thigh exposed by the slit of her dress.

“There you're really hot, Dep.” praises Sharky, arms folded across his chest.

She laughed, "Thank you, I was expecting more of a flower, the kind you tie before prom, but I guess this looks better with all that Rambo-style war bullshit." ironically.

On these last jokes, the young woman leaves her friends, she goes to Addie's vehicle. She stops at the exit of the private property, because she thinks it's time for her to make a radio call...

The one that means she can't back down.

She gets out of the car, needing some air and some courage. She leans her back against the car, before dialing John's signal, she'd held it back for all the times he called her to piss her off, as it's well known that John Seed can never shut his maw, he must even be in love with the sound of his own voice.

She clears her throat, before softly whispering, "John?"

The soft hum of the radio signal wastes no time in coming to life, John's sweet voice responds, just as softly,

"Lisa."

"Do you still want to meet tonight?" she asks, hesitant and afraid of his answer.

"Yes, if you still want it." he whispers in a deep voice.

The young woman inhales through her mouth, “Yes. In an hour at my place, it's okay for you?''

" Yes, do you want me to bring something?"

Rook smiles, "No, just you."

She hears the sweet melody of happy laughter, "See you later, darling."

"See you later..." she whispers, without pressing the transmit button, slowly getting back into her car, as she drives towards the unknown.

After twenty minutes of silent journey where she took the small roads to remain discreet and took the time to clear her mind, cigarette in one hand and the other on the steering wheel, she arrives in her driveway. It is now six-thirty in the evening and he still has about half an hour before the arrival of her guest. She wishes she could take a little time to prepare herself mentally, but the anxiety is at its peak.

She parks Addie's vehicle, walks to her porch, about to open the front door, but unfortunately it's already open. Shit, she skipped the part where she fled as a fugitive and that the last person to be in her house was John.

She draws her weapon out of habit, then enters. She begins by inspecting the entrance, then gradually each room and corner of her little house. Luckily no one and no sign of trespassing, she's at least thankful that this shitty situation got most of the people who might be badly malicious deserted. When she's sure she's safe, she locks the door behind her and begins to put her things down, stowing her weapon nearby.

The half hour of respite goes by quickly, she doesn't use this short time effectively, preferring to wander around the living room, compulsively arranging her things as if she were trying to escape what awaits her. And in no time, 7 p.m. arrives.

As she peers at the clock one last time, a knock is heard at the door.

Her heart pounding against her chest, she smooths the folds of her dress, arranges her hair one last time and takes a deep breath.

She opens the door.

John is the one behind it.

She thinks she stays looking at him for a moment, looking at his magnetic blue ocean eyes, before pulling herself together and whispering,

' ' Hey...''

John doesn't respond. His eyes leave hers, land on her face, then her hair, then they go down. He takes a long moment to contemplate her carefully. Her gaze wanders, eye movements supple, scanning part by part of her body, before looking at her whole.

He exhales a breath, takes a step forward,

She sees the gradual change in his gaze, his pupils dilate,

She focuses on a vein on his exposed neck, then notices that his neck is starting to tinge red.

He looks up at her again, then hoarsely whispers,

"You are absolutely beautiful..."

Rook opens her mouth, John's reaction, and the compliment makes her head spin, her cheeks tint pink, she lowers her eyes slightly,

"Thank you very much..." she whispers, "You're very handsome, too." She adds shyly, it's the first time she's complimented him like that, and it makes John smile.

She moves away from the entrance, "Don't stay here, come in." She invites him with a wave of her hand. John joins her inside. She thinks it's the first time she invites him of her own free will, it makes her feel weird.

As she closes the door, she feels John's presence behind her, his fingers land very gently on her waist, he leans closer and buries his face in the crook of her neck.

He takes several breaths, inhaling the scent of her skin.

"You smell so good..." he whispers against her skin, "That's sweet, what is it?" he asks above a whisper with a hint of curiosity. His lips move, he lets out a small moan of pleasure, as if he was holding back from kissing her, from tasting her skin, because he has just arrived and doesn't want to scare her or be too insistent, at least, not without her consent.

The young woman refrains from panting at the contact of his hands, his mouth so close to her most sensitive points, she swallows,

"You'll laugh at me if I tell you." she said, turning to face him with a fake pout.

John gives her a curious look, she gives in, "Alright, it's called caramel apple, now shut up and sit down." she commands, giving him no time to react, as she fled to her small open kitchen.

He huffs out a laugh, "Yes, ma'am," before sitting down on the couch, his arms stretched across the back of the couch, getting comfortable. He observes her concentrated face, she is looking for something in the kitchen, when she joins him in the living room, it's with two glasses of champagne.

She opens the bottle, hands them each a glass, then sits down next to him.

“ Before you comment on the salvation of our souls, you should know that I cook very badly, so might as well have had a drink before.” she jokes.

John smiles at her, "An occasional transgression isn't a sin, and, am I to understand that you want to have dinner together?" he asks, looking surprised. He looks like a little boy with his big blue eyes taken aback.

Rook looks at him shyly again, playing with his drink, "Of course, that's the kind of thing coupl...normal people do..." And you're going to help me.'' she exclaims, giving him a loving smile.

He smiles, “With pleasure, I like to cook. ''

She looks in amazement, "You're full of surprise." She smiles, bringing her glass to his, she whispers to him, "It's going to be a lovely evening, John. I want to get to know each other, you and me, but most of all, what I want is to show you what kind of woman I really am." She speaks very seriously, looking him in the eye, and John takes her confession very seriously, He drowns in her gaze.

“No fuss, no holding back, I want us to be honest with each other. I'll be honest with you tonight, and you can trust me. I don't want to hide anymore.'', the final confession, she looks at him, no longer hiding the emotions that can be read on her face.

John moves closer, knees almost touching hers, he whispers, "Now it's you who's full of surprise" he smiles mischievously, before returning to her eyes with an uncertain look, "I want to be correct for you, Lisa, that's why if I do something you don't like, don't hesitate to tell me stop.''

The young woman nodded, thanking him silently, "Thank you." She huffed, giving him a confident smile.

They end up toasting, eye to eye, then drink a sip.

“Wow, what would Joseph say? She teases in a small voice.

''What my brother doesn't know can't hurt him.'' he retorts lightly.

She smiles boldly in response, taking another sip of the precious liquid of courage, the mood begins to lighten, they're sitting together on the sofa, quite close to each other, and never leaving each other's eyes. The young woman doesn't realize it, but she observes him, all of him. His eyes, the little freckles that dot the top of his nose, his jaw lined with his beard, his perfect shoulders, his collarbones, the scratched sloth scar.

Her head starts spinning again when she realizes what she's doing, and John has noticed it too, he watches her stare at him.

"You're staring at me." He comments, the hint of teasing in the tone of his voice, and Rook wants to hide in a corner now.

"Sorry..." she whispers, looking away, "I, um, I've never seen you so close like this." She's embarrassed, but John gently takes her hand,

"It's okay, I don't mind." He smiled, the twinkling blue of his eyes almost putting her in a trance, she starts to have trouble looking him in the eye, afraid of being hypnotized and go too far.

She needs to get away before she cracks.

She decides to start the conversation to distract her from her obsessive thoughts.

"So, what do you feel like doing after dinner?"

John stares at her, seems to think for a moment, then replies, “Anything you want, dear. But you already seem to have an idea, otherwise you wouldn't have broached the subject.''

That stupid smile.

She rolls her eyes, "Yeah, lawyers." She replies, suppressing a smirk, "Well... I was thinking of a walk, there are some beautiful peaks here, I'd like to gaze at the stars.'' she pauses thoughtfully, "I've never really been able to take a break to enjoy what the County has to offer..." She huffs, trying to hide her disappointment.

John caresses her knuckles with his thumb, “We'll go where you want. No one will come after you, I promise you, Lisa.'' he whispers in a hoarse voice, his other hand rests on her cheek which he brushes with fine caresses, Rook takes his hand in her and raises it to her lips. She places a soft kiss on top, "Thank you, John," " You come? We're going to cook, I'm starving, sorry..." she smiles sheepishly because her stomach can't wait. They move towards the kitchen, while the young woman notices that they are still holding hands.

“Wait,” she pauses, letting go of his hand, “Little adjustment,” she takes off her heels, then sighs in satisfaction, “much better.”

She suddenly descends seven centimeters, and notices that she is even smaller like that in front of John. He raises his eyebrows, his smirk already back.

The young woman goes to her cupboards, she wants to get something out of it but realizes that she is too small now to reach it. John notices her distress and laughs, he advances, ready to fly to her rescue, but she blocks his way,

"No, wait, I'll make it." she laughs back, ready to step onto the kitchen counter, when she feels a pair of arms carrying her.

She smiles and takes what she needs, John's face pressed against her belly, probably her long hair tickling his face but he doesn't say anything, and seems to be able to hold her with ease. John moves her so that she puts the stuff down, and gently puts her down so that she is seated on the counter in front of him.

"Thank you, my savior." She rolls her eyes with a smile, John laughs again, hands not having left her hips,

"You're tiny, that's attractive..." He teases, playing with the fabric of her dress so nice, he definitely can't keep his hands to himself.

“I am. But being small is an advantage.'' she smiled proudly.

'' And why that ? '' he bites the bait

"Because I can get help from a handsome gentleman when I need it, of course." She winks at him.

John bites his lip, his own eyes fixed on her lips, he wants to kiss her, so badly.

Rook plays with the buttons of his shirt, to keep his distance or bring him closer, she wants to wrap her bare legs around his hips and pull him towards her with a jerk, to kiss him and never leave his warmth again and his irresistible smell.

But she must keep calm.

Nice and slow.

She steps down from the counter, being an eyelash away from his lips, her body almost pressed against his.

They remain motionless for a moment.

She's going to smash this precious moment.

"Do you like lasagna?"

She ends up bursting out laughing at John's reaction, who surely didn't expect this question.

But he ends up laughing with her, shaking his head in mock disapproval,

"Yes, but only if I can watch." he teases, she takes offense in response,

"Uh, no way, you said you liked to cook!" she pats his shoulder, he laughs, a seductive smile plastered on his handsome face.

'' I'd rather watch you...'' he seeks her attention by bringing his face closer to hers, rubbing the tip of his nose on hers as she again finds herself pressed against the counter this time, "You are so attractive...How gorgeous you made yourself, for me..." he whispers in her ear, and she shivers with pleasure.

He seems to notice it because his hands trace the goose bumps on her arms.

"John..." she whispers in a soft moan, which brings him even closer, his body pressing against hers, "I'm going to crack if you keep this up..." she whispers , and it was something she wanted to keep to herself but sadly slipped away from her.

John stares at her, between wonder and hunger in his eyes.

One of his hands finds its way up her thigh over the slit opening of her dress, the other on the side of her neck, reaching up to stroke a handful of her long hair, savoring its softness. He brushes his lips over hers, innocent, never kissing, but teasing enough to make her want to crush her mouth to his, however, she's too captivated to even move an eyelash. His eyes locked on hers demonstrate a certain power he holds over her, a seduction that is already melting her and making her knees wobble.

"Yes..." he whispers against her lips, as if he already knew that answer long before she uttered it, as the hand that was resting on her thigh caresses her, drifts inward, as the young woman begins to breathe harder against his mouth, her heart crying out with desire. His hand explores the inside of her thigh, touches neither too hard nor too light, but it's not enough, and his eyes still fixed on hers only make her weaker, her own hands finding their way on John's shoulders, to support herself and relish the pleasure of touching his body.

His thumb traces the seam of her lace panties, he smiles in a different kind, dark and filled with desire, then caresses her warmth on the intoxicating fabric. He feels that she is already wet for him, he sketches another smile, a stronger pressure is felt when he presses on her clitoris already engorged with excitement, she exhales a hot breath against his lips, her eyes watery as long as it feels good.

The fact that John doesn't say anything only makes the situation worse, because it shows how much power he has over her, just by gestures and looks.

She feels extremely hot, she turns around abruptly, her hips pressed against the counter, as she arches her back to press her buttocks against John, on his crotch which she already feels very hard, rubbing against his cock, to feel it pulsing and pushing against the resistance of the little tissue that separates them.

She tilts her neck back to rest her head on his shoulder, bringing her mouth to his ear,

"You could just lift my dress and take me, but I want a real first time with you, John..." she whispers and the man moans, the graphic thought materializes in his mind at the thought of being able to penetrate her so easily like this, he grinds his erection against her ass, “I want to make love with you, but patience. ...'' she exhales the word, smiling against his ear as her hand cups his jaw, she feels oddly cheeky, '' However, don't stop, please.'' she begs quietly.

He plunges his tattooed hand into her panties, begins to cuddle her smooth pussy, one finger moving up and down her soaking wet slit, then back up, before spreading her lips apart with two fingers, a wet and quite obscene noise proves that she is soaked in excitement for him, they both moan with hypersensitivity. Then he caresses her raw clitoris, exhaling with pleasure at the skin-to-skin contact, coaxes her slit to collect her moisture and deposit it on her little bundle of nerves which he lubricates in circular motions.

"Yes, John..." she whispers against his mouth, tilting her face as best as possible to the side to get a better look at him, and for the first time, she's the one with that smirk on her face.

Hearing her say his favorite word and his name in the same sentence triggers an animal urge in him, he stimulates her clitoris with more intensity, then without warning slides a finger inside her, starting to pump slowly. She lets out a seductive little moan, his other hand wraps around her throat, very gently, not squeezing, then takes her jaw in turn, tilting her face further so she looks distinctly into his eyes as he plunges a second finger into her tight warmth, loving every second the gradual change in her gaze, this release so close, this submission so close to him.

He thrusts a third number inside her, the sound of their ragged breaths and the sound of the wetness of her warmth as his fingers move back and forth making Rook's cheeks heat up, feeling like she's downright somebody else now, without being concerned about it, cause for the moment, the pleasure is such that she has the impression of having a rubber band which wraps itself more and more strongly in her lower abdomen, tight and about to break.

John intensifies the rhythm of his fingers, his hand leaves her throat to descend along her belly, he begins to press on her lower abdomen, at the level of his cervix, he tries to lower his G-spot. At first it's a bit painful, then quickly it adds a certain nice pressure and sensitivity, he knows exactly what he's doing, it's so exciting, being controlled by someone who knows exactly how to get pleasure out of you. Then, he wraps his middle and index finger inside her in a place he shouldn't know about, her ultimate pleasure point, and a rush of pleasure erupts, she knows she'll give up herself soon.

He brings his lips to the shell of her ear, pressing a kiss to it, "Are you gonna cum, Lisa?", he whispers, falsifying innocence when he knows full well that she is completely under his control, she wants to tell him to fuck off but all that comes out is,

"Yes, fuck, John, YES !" she moaned out loud, her eyes closed, concentrating on her impending orgasm as his other hand, still moving, circled her lips with tattooed fingers. He barely inserts his fingers into her mouth, because she brushes her lips over them, and takes them sensually and fleetingly into her mouth, half-stifled moans while he is fucking her with his other hand.

She tries to hold on, to push back the orgasm, but suddenly, without warning, he bites her neck, hard enough to cause an intense throbbing of her clitoris that knocks her overboard and makes her scream. She lets go of control, and in a final stimulation of her clit and fingers, John whispers to her,

"Give it up, Lisa."

So she does, and the rubber band breaks, bursts like fireworks in her body. She arches forward, clenches her thighs around his hand and her cunt convulses in a series of spasms around his fingers which continue to finger her. She shivers all over, moaning silently in breaths that show overwhelming pleasure. Her eyes are closed, she leans her back on John, her hands on the counter so as not to fall on him. Spasms and pleasure take time to come down, she feels hypersensitive.

John pulls his fingers away from her gently, adjusts her dress with his other hand and puts it back in place, she turns slowly to face him, struggling to resume normal breathing, cheeks probably flushed and eyes bright with ecstasy .

John brings his own fingers to his mouth, sucking on them greedily.

Rook would like to remain impassive, but shit, her eyes widen despite herself, feeling her shyness returning.

"Just a taste," he said hoarsely, smirking.

She brings her hand to her mouth, mimicking shock, "You're silly" she says in a small voice to stifle her giggle.

She leans against the counter, exhales a loud breath, her eyes glued to the ceiling, "What was that?" she voices her thoughts out loud.

John, who can't help but be tactile and glued to her, moves closer to grab her by the waist, smiling playfully, "It was to relax you, to make you feel good, my darling."

"Oh really?" she smiled, unconvinced, "Does that happen to you often when you're supposed to cook?"

He chuckles, tightening his grip on her waist, "Only with you, dearest."

She nods, lowering her head to smile, before returning to his eyes,

'' Cuddle me, John.'' she asks, no longer hiding her desire for affection, for contact, as if now that she had tasted it, she couldn't help it, wanting more.

The youngest Seed looks at her, so many feelings in his eyes, he doesn't seem to know how to handle it, then, with a lot of love in his eyes, he pulls her closer, to hold her close. She puts her arms around his neck to snuggle up there, to smell his cologne. Her heart warms with so much affection, she moans in contentment, while John strokes her hair, places kisses on the top of her head. If she knew how much he is dying of love for her at this moment. How his heart fills with love, such an addictive feeling, more than any drug he's tried in his dark years, and he's tried them all. But this one is so pure, so soft, he wants to kiss her, place thousands of kisses everywhere, smell her, feel her and hold her like a child would with his comforter. He wants to protect her, never leave her again, and this is only the beginning of their evening.

She kisses his cheek, "Come on, now we're cooking, for real."

He closes his eyes, appreciating how this gesture, so simple, is yet so pleasant. He kisses her on the forehead in response, "Let's make these lasagna."

It is in a serene and relaxed atmosphere that they begin to cook, John always next to her, listening attentively to her commands, his hands still wandering somewhere on her body, she can only roll her eyes and scold him with a smile, asking him to stay focused if they want to eat. If he was supposed to know how to cook, he doesn't put in much effort, it was probably more an excuse to invade her personal space and tease her.

Between two other glasses of champagne, they end up putting the lasagna in the oven, Rook very proud of the dish they have prepared together. She is happy, feels like she is having a normal evening, for the first time in a long time, and what is more, so pleasant that she thinks for a second that she is in a dream or that she has woken up from the nightmare she thought she was in all along.

While waiting for the meal to be ready, John sets the table on the coffee table in the living room, then sits down beside her. They chat about everything and nothing, get to know each other, they talk as if they've known each other forever, it's fluid, without animosity or tension, until a certain topic comes up on the table.

''So, it seems that someone still caused havoc today?'' he asks in a humorous tone, knowing very well what happened because everything is known within the Project.

The young woman sighs, ''I tried not to do too much damage...'' she tries to convince him with a sheepish smile.

John walks closer, hands clasped "Why...why do all this now?" he asks, seriously, "Deep down you know there's a probability that Joseph is right, and us, all of us, things have changed, Lisa. We can no longer let you run away and destroy everything as if nothing was happening between us, just like you can no longer do it. All we want is to protect you and have you by our side when the Collapse comes."

Rook looks at him, her head cocked to the side, showing interest in what he's saying to her, but she hasn't said her last word, "Because it's not just about us, it's my job, John...'' she sighs,'' Listen, I understand what you want to tell me, but that going on here... It's nonsense, and you have to know it. You and your brothers are doing a lot of harm here, people are suffering. And whether you like it or not, that's not helping them at all." she pauses, before continuing, '' I never would have thought, for nothing in the world that things would turn out like this, I'm only just beginning to accept it, and it's going to sound crazy to you, but for that, I can't stop myself. I have a life here, friends, people I consider family now. I would do anything for them, to keep them safe. If you and your brothers really love me, you have to understand that, and I can only hope that one day we'll come to an agreement, before it's too late."

John listens to her just as intently, he seems a little huffy at her point of view, but accepts her, he is trying hard for her.

She continues, “But I admit it wasn't very smart, what I did earlier. Let's say my friends and I are just trying to express our idea of freedom and democracy, but I admit it was a shitty way to do it. It's my slightly crazy side...'' she whispers, rolling her eyes, to which John raises an eyebrow, interested.

'' What do you mean by that ?''

She laughs a little, "Well, you must know, I'm a bit madwoman, I always put myself in unbelievable situations, but I don't know... Everything is so sad here that sometimes, I prefer laugh about it and do silly things. We only live once. I spent so many dark years, and here, I thought so many times that it was my last moments that I savor each day as if it were the last. ''

"I get it." He says, surprising her, "And I love your little bit of madness, darling.", he takes her hand, ''For the rest, we have all dedicated our lives to the Project, to Joseph, he won't give up. And I have faith in him, he's my brother, Lisa. I never want to be separated from my brothers again, nor from you, because now you are part of my life.”

"I know all that, just let me dream of a County that isn't at war..." she sighs dreamily before exclaiming, "But for what it's worth, I like this conversation, that we can express our opinions and respect each other despite our differences. It's nice.'' she adds lightly, taking a sip of champagne.

He smiled, " And it's nice to see you like that, you're so different from what you show in broad daylight." he remarked.

'' What ? Because I'm not wrath ?''

He silently confirms with a grin, she laughs, "You might not believe it, but as a rule I get very little angry, I would even say that I have a calm temperament, you just don't have to look for the Fuck. I consider myself a simple person actually.'' she shrugs.

"I may have wrongly chosen your sin then..." he teases, his voice mellow back, Cheshire's smile as well.

She sighs, '' No, you're right, I'm a ball of anger when I get down to it, but not only that...'' she suggests.

He raises an eyebrow, "What else?" he asks, one elbow resting on the armrest, cheek resting under his chin, very interested that she might want to confess her sins, that would be the first time, and he doesn't want to miss it.

She seems hesitant, fiddling with her own fingers, eyes glued to them, "My pride..." she mutters, "For a long time, my anger and my pride were all that kept me going." These were my strengths, they helped me to cope, to move forward. But as I grew up, I was getting worse and worse, so it became a poison, it turned against me and it became my worst enemies.. When I identified the problem, I started doing some real work on myself, except that was just the beginning, and when I got here, I went back into survival mode, and so, my wrath and my toxic pride came back. I think it's important to have a little, you have to know how to impose yourself, but for me, it can take on disproportionate proportions, because I know I'm strong, it can make me swing on the wrong side. I believe there is a middle ground in everything we do. For me, it is the actions that define who we are. I was a child in the false self, the truth was I was in pain, I had no self-confidence, all I am today is because I learned it, because I I didn't have a choice. If I had still had my parents, my sister, if everything had been different I am convinced that I would have been someone else, and yet for nothing in the world that is what I would have wanted. I'm proud to be who I am today, but you know what they say, you can't have everything, so if the price for me is these flaws, I can handle them, as long as I recognize them and do my best to be the best version of myself, for myself and for others.''

She smiles sadly, but it's a sincere smile, she feels released from another weight, being able to say it, telling John is something she never thought she would do, she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of a confession, but now she feels she has nothing more to hide, so why not say it.

John gives her a reassuring, attentive smile, "How did you feel, Lisa, when you found back that pride, that wrath ?" he asks, digging into the confession, wanting to squeeze the truth out of her, the one he thinks he already knows.

'' The power. It was good, I liked that.'' she confesses, biting the inside of her cheek in guilt.

John exhales a long "Yes...", "It's freeing, isn't it, darling?"

She nods, John ventures to go further, "Will you ever allow me to engrave them on your skin?" '' He asks, quietly so as not to scare her too much.

Rook's brain goes on alert, "Why?" she asks quickly.

John gives her a soothing gesture with his hands, "Don't be afraid Lisa, I won't hurt you, I'm just asking you the question." Believe me, it would do you good.''

She frowns, "It would do me good to have my flesh sculpted like a piece of meat, you think?" she says wryly, not really liking what she's hearing.

“No, pain is part of the atonement process, I never hid it. But in the long run, it can only do you good.'' he explains softly.

“Well that's not gonna happen. Never.'' she retorts dryly, '' Don't push things too far, John.''

He sighs, "Alright, I didn't want to upset you, just help you."

She crosses her arms over her chest, "I don't need that 'help' here '', then she sighs, "Let's not ruin this evening, okay? she said, the tension easing, offering her hand in a sign of peace.

He kisses her on the top, a chaste kiss, "Okay" he whispers in a soft voice, "Excuse me".

After that, the oven starts to beep, sign that the meal is ready, Rook gets up quickly, wanting to take advantage of this moment to slip away for a moment to regain his senses. She didn't like the way their conversation turned out. Of course, it was obvious that at some point John talks about his extreme religious bullshit again, she feels a little disappointed, but on the other hand, she knew how to handle things and it ended well. So she's going to stay positive and see where this date is going, because damn it, for the moment except for this parenthesis, everything is going wonderfully and she's under the spell. She has to deal with it, John Seed is still John Seed.

"Looks like it's ready." she announces from the kitchen, taking the dish out of the oven.

"Smells good." John said, getting up to help her by carrying the plates.

They help themselves and go back to sit in front of the coffee table, reserving a glass of champagne.

The meal goes wonderfully well, they eat in a light atmosphere, smiling and laughing in interesting conversations where John tells her anecdotes from his past as a lawyer, from his life before. He may not tell everything, spares her the most painful details of his life, in any case she knows them in broad strokes, she has read Joseph's words, but she won't tell him. And anyway she thanks him silently for only sharing the good times with her, it makes her smile to listen to these little things, yet so simple, but so precious for her.

After this good meal, Rook finds herself rolled up in a blanket on the sofa, enjoying another drink, watching John in the kitchen doing the dishes.

She smiled looking at him, “When my father came back from missions, my mother was like that, she looked at him like I do with you now, while he was doing the dishes and all those everyday things he missed far away from us. '' she recounts, and John smiles from his post,

"It must have been a comfortable time." He confirms, "You must have been young."

“Yeah, 7 years old maybe. I have a very good memory.''

He tidies up the kitchen, finishes his glass in turn, then offers her his hand so that she gets up with him,

"We should go for that walk before we get too drunk and lazy." He offers with a smirk.

Rook chuckles, "I'm not the lazy one here." She teases, pressing a finger against his chest, where the scar of his sin is visible, "But indeed, we should go." she gives him a wide smile.

He waits for her on the doorstep while she searches for a little jacket and other shoes to wear, she can't go in stilettos, bad idea. She finds a pair of open, rather flat shoes that should do the trick, not the sexiest but that's what living surrounded by nature is like.

Before leaving, she discreetly grabs her handgun, but John notices almost immediately, he stares blankly at her, as she reloads the gun and straps it to her thigh holster, staring back at him,

"It's just to protect us if there's a problem, John." She reassures him.

"You mean if your precious Resistance tries to kill me?" he provokes with his pretentious little lawyer air, to which she rolls her eyes,

"You and your cult are not the center of the world, there are other animals wilder than you all."

"A church, my dear." he quickly corrects.

She closes the door and locks it, "Yes sure, darling." She scoffs, stealthily turning her head to smile defiantly at him, taking the step in front of him, not seeing the happiest smile on John's face.

The night is beautiful this evening. The moon is full, the air is mild on this hot August evening. No one in Henbane, liberated. Everything is so peaceful, only the melody of the crickets brings life and a certain peace. The Deputy walks beside John, reassured for the first time, enjoying this sight without being constantly on her guard.

There are fireflies between the trees, which evaporate in the immense valleys. The color of the fireflies reminds her of Faith, those green glows, those little twinkling dots that surrounded her when she appeared in the mist, those constant hallucinations she saw when she wandered purposefully around the area.

Today there is nothing left of her here. At least, nothing unreal anymore, only the sour memories of his presence, rivers filled with Bliss, barrels lying on the side of the roads, poor fools turned into a wandering monster forever.

Until she ends their suffering.

Rook walks in the dark beside John, the cool breeze of summer nights brushing their cheeks in a comfortable silence as the two gaze out over a quiet, calm county.

Above them, an owl hoots and the Deputy smiles, this setting is so soothing, before, she would have found the situation scary, but tonight everything is different. John turns his head to the side and sees her smiling, relaxed, he puts an arm around her shoulders and brings her closer to him, they stroll together like two carefree lovers.

"I know a place you might like..." he purrs suggestively in her ear, she raises an eyebrow, curious,

"What could I like in a drug-ridden region?" she quips.

John huffs a laugh, "You'd be surprised how many things would look wonderful to you, if you changed your perspective." He said, his eyes mischievous.

She rolls her eyes and lets herself be carried away, as they cut through a wooded path, Rook is on the lookout, she knows more than anyone that you have to be careful, especially at night when the impossible becomes possible.

The grass creaks around them, Rook stops, looks furtively at all the openings the wood has, as her fingers automatically land on her revolver, ready to draw at the slightest suspicious gesture.

"Afraid of the big bad wolf, Deputy?" John's voice teases bringing her back to reality.

The young woman ignores his comment, continues to scrutinize her environment, it's crazy this ability that our eyes have to be able to adapt so easily to the dark, like a hidden superpower.

She whispers under her breath, "You'll be glad when I saved your poor ass from a pack of hungry wolves." She said grimly.

John goes "tsktsk", "Where's the fearless Deputy, Mh? '' he smirked.

She gives him a forced smile in response, then looks away to stare into the distance between the trees, “It's obvious you've never been in the field. Here, there are no more rules, we are constantly on the lookout, we have to get used to the idea that we could die at any moment. I'm not scared, John, but if I have to die here, might as well be epic." she replies, a certain harshness in her voice, but honest because this defense mechanism has been in place for a long time for her.

John sighs theatrically, then on a whim, drags her by the hand, "Come on, we're almost there."

When they arrive at the said place, Rook notices that they are at the border between Holland Valley and the Henbane. She frowns, confused, but says nothing and continues to follow him. Several minutes of walking later, crossing paths not taken by man, they pass through a series of fir trees, then facing an open bank, the young woman finds herself face to face with a spectacle of rare beauty. A gigantic lake of breathtaking beauty.

A breath escapes from between her lips, "Wow...John, that's beautiful." She mutters almost at a loss for words. The lake is illuminated by the stars, reflecting the big, full moon above them, which seems to be watching them, watching over them, it's reassuring in a way, and deeply softening.

She takes a few steps, comes closer to admire. She ends up sitting on the bank, leaning on her hands, a slow smile forming on her face, in silence, no need for words to express what she feels now.

John joins her to sit by her side, '' I used to come here often, in the night.'' he explains, '' I was coming alone, and I was staying there admiring the stars. It was my moment.''

She smiles wider, her gaze never leaving this beautiful painting, "And you were right." She pauses, then smiles again, "I love this place." She adds softly.

"Then mission accomplished." He smiled impishly. The young woman gives him a small smile, then pulls out her pack of cigarettes from the pocket of her leather jacket, thinking that a good cigarette would make this moment more than perfect.

She takes a long drag, exhales a significant amount of smoke, before exhaling in satisfaction,

“This evening is perfect. Thanks, John.'' She looks him in the eyes, he gives her a crooked smile, kind of cute and giving the air of someone who has an idea in mind.

He moves closer to her, close enough to be almost lying on top of her, a tattooed hand cradling her jaw, he hums, "You know what would make it even better?"

"Hm?" she takes another puff, over John's mouth, like the first time he came to her house. In reference, he smiles, and parts his lips to inhale the smoke.

"A midnight swim." He smiled innocently, well not too much judging by the smug look on his face.

Rook almost choked on her cig.

"You-you, aren't you serious?" she said breathlessly, her eyes wide as marbles and her cheeks slightly rosy at the daring proposal.

John flashes a seductive smile full of teeth, rogue eyes, before putting his mouth to her ear again,

"Come on, darling, we're going to have a good time..." he purrs, and it makes her shiver in a very sinful way, "To make up for not having accompanied you today...And now, it's just you and me…' he whispers, a teasing chuckle barely audible at the end, Rook gulps, her heart rate skyrocketing, things are starting to get seriously out of hand.

And she loves that.

She inhales heavily through her nose, as John brushes her pulse with his lips, before looking up at her, a silent request.

The young woman looks at him for a long time, then in a slow motion, places a hand on his chest, strokes the exposed skin with her fingertips, before going down and starting to unbutton the buttons of his shirt one by one.

John never takes his eyes off her and lets himself go, his eyes darkening into something dangerous, an almost superhuman desire. When she undoes all the buttons of his shirt, she stops for a moment to contemplate the torso that has offered her, this time, she has her hands available and the desire to touch him.

With both hands caressing his shoulders, she slides his shirt which lands on the grass. She pushes herself up on her knees, then begins to touch him. John remains motionless, watching her explore his own body, touching his skin, his tattoos, his scars with great care. Soft little hands caressing his stomach, his abs, his ribs. She moves even closer to kiss his chest, hot little touches on his lower abdomen almost at the level of his belt, only stopping to look him in the eyes, as if she could not resign herself to it.

John stares at her, his mouth half open, his eyes glistening with pleasure, a breath evaporating from his lips when she grabs him by the buckle of his belt and pulls him firmly towards her, bringing their faces together until be within a few millimeters of each other.

During this moment that never seems to end, their faces tilt from side to side, their eyes follow each other, look at each other from different angles, meet on their respective mouths, and for the first time, it's Rook who is taking the first step.

She places her mouth on his in a soft, warm kiss. His lips are hot, a little chapped, she exhales a little moan that dies in his mouth, she feels feverish, fallen into a spiral where pleasure is just waiting her.

John supports her by her lower back, strokes the small of her back, his other hand cradling her cheek, as Rook, who still has his hands on her chest, boldly moves down to her buttocks, a gesture she realizes now have almost dreamed of doing for a long time.

He smiles against her lips, sucks on her lower lip, capturing it with his teeth, as she caresses his perfect buttocks molded by heis sexy jeans, before circling his pelvis, then touching the front of his jeans, on the strong bump that throbs at her touch.

She licks her lip, without realizing it, where John holds it between his teeth, before he lets go when she touches the buckle of his belt.

"May I ?..." she whispers, to which he nods, a half-smirk, which actually hides the smile of a man madly in love.

She unbuckles his belt, eyes on him, before shoving him with one hand to his chest, landing him on his back with a breathy chuckle. She crawls over him to straddle him, as she neatly removes his smart dress shoes, his socks, then tackles his pants, the v-neckline of her dress giving John the most delightful of views, he does not deprive himself in the least.

She takes off his pants which join his shirt, John does nothing, lets her take control, looking relaxed, because finally, he knows he can regain control at any time. But he wants her to touch him, take pleasure in undressing him as she does.

Handsome. He's so fucking handsome, she thinks.

She finds herself staring at his body for a moment, until John smiles at her, one eyebrow half raised, she shakes her head, takes his hand in hers for them to stand.

He presses himself against her from behind, his hands on her waist.

An enchanting breath in her ears.

He is about to undo the clasp of her dress.

"Yes." she whispers, her head tilted back, nestled in his neck which she kisses sensually, inhaling the overpowering scent of his perfume.

Her dress is slowly taken away from her, calloused but silky hands sliding down her body, following the movement of the dress falling at her feet.

He turns her around by her shoulders so that she is facing him.

He sees her blue lace underwear,

The color and fabric that fit the curves of her body perfectly, the panties ride up her hips a bit, showcasing her slim waist and wider hips, the bra is so thin it barely hides her little nipples erect from the fresh air and the shyness of being so exposed to John again.

The man steps back a bit to get a better look at her, hunger and intense longing in his eyes. He really likes what he sees, circles slowly around her like a predator taking great pleasure in circling his prey, under the cautious gaze of Rook who watches him over her shoulder. He brushes her hip with his as he passes, before coming back behind her.

With a very delicate touch, he brings a section of hair to the side, freeing her shoulder, her neck, a reassuring hand gently massaging her shoulder.

He kisses her neck, "Gorgeous." He mumbles between kisses, "so, so gorgeous" he exhales the word in her ear, like a trigger, it sends shivers down her spine.

She leans into his touch, eyes closed, stroking his biceps, until she feels his hand on the tie of her bra.

It's his turn to ask, " May I? " whispered in her ear like the sweetest of secrets.

Rook gulped, a distant pleasure anticipated,

'' Yes.''

The bra comes off like a weight from her shoulders, then collapses to the floor.

She slowly turns around, looks him in the eyes again, this time there is more certainty than fear. More than she has ever had.

That's why maintaining this eye contact, she slides her panties down her legs,

and is now completely naked facing him.

A second time. But it's different. It's desired.

“Love the view? '' she throws, an upright posture, not wanting to flinch, but teasingly into the glint of her eyes.

John smiles, stands in front of her, close, "Of course, my dear." He teases back.

She raises an eyebrow, "Take it off." She commands, pointing to his boxers, before adding softer, "Please."

He chuckled softly, "So polite, whenever you want it," before taking off the last piece of clothing he had left.

The second John finds himself as naked as she is, she continues to look him in the eye, but after a moment she finds herself looking at his whole body, and of course, what's underneath...And what she sees shocks her for a minute, she tries not to show anything but damn. Other than the fact that his dick is hard as wood, proudly standing before her eyes,

he is pierced. He's got a piercing over there. A horizontal bar that crosses the surface of the glans of his penis.

Against her will, the young woman widens her eyes at the sight, before returning to his eyes,

John bursts out laughing, sweet southern melody.

"Love the view, darling?" A flirtatious smile full of teeth.

She looks away with a dismayed laugh, "I didn't expect that."

Before realizing that what she just said was stupid, "Um sorry, I shouldn't have said that, it's just...Surprising..." she cleared her throat, before to let out a spontaneous chuckle, stifling it in her hand.

It's John's turn to raise an eyebrow, a small smirk, before taking her hand and leading her to the lake, whispering in her ear,

'' I know one who will laugh less when she knows what it can do...''

"Are you threatening me with your...Your 'thing' now?" she whispers, stifling a second laugh, "We're going for a swim, John." she huffs with a smile.

They gradually immerse themselves in the water, John seizes a well of water in the palm of his hands to spill it on the young woman's neck in order to prepare her for the cold, an attentive and altruistic gesture at first sight.

"Relax, Mmh, darling ?" he whispers, dripping with playfulness, she smiles unconvincedly, before splattering him in the face, earning a cringe from John and a startled look.

The young woman laughs, "We're less clever, huh, John?" she teases.

John raises his eyebrows, then ends up squinting into a smirk, before moving closer to her. Rook walks away, sinking further into the lake, she slowly loses her footing and begins to dive below the surface, disappearing from sight. John understands her little game well and begins to swim in turn to follow her.

The young woman swam underwater for a minute, before deciding to rise to the surface. She jerks her head up from the water, taking a hungry breath of air, when she opens her eyes, she finds herself face to face with John, who has been waiting for her on the surface.

"Going somewhere, little mermaid?" he teases, that smug look of jerk.

She gives him a fake pout, "You're less dumb than I thought."

John grabs her by the waist, pressing her against his body as she wraps her arms around his neck. They find themselves stuck body to body, naked and soaked, struggling by kicking their legs to stay on the surface.

"I'm going to sink!" she announces dramatically with a grin.

''I've got you.'' John retorts reassuringly, ''Nothing can happen to us together.'' He speaks lower, a soft loving smile.

"I know." she whispers back with that same loving smile.

Then John kisses her, his tongue tangles with hers, the drunkenness and the passion in this place and this so romantic moment makes her completely forget everything else, the county, the war, life in general.

They kiss languidly for a long moment, until Rook induces him to come back closer to the edge, swimming with her legs, clinging to John to guide him back. When they reach a point where they are standing waist deep in the water, their lips part, so they take a moment to look at each other, their eyes glistening and dilated with pleasure.

There is a burst of feeling in their eyes.

Looking into his eyes filled with love for her, Rook remembers how she may have felt many months before, when they first met.

That's why she thinks she knows what he's thinking right now.

"I know what you're thinking." She whispers, "I know it because I'm thinking about it too."

"I so wish I could go back, never to have done what I did to you." His voice sounded filled with regret and guilt.

Rook huffs, ''It's in the past, John, we're past all that, and I know you're sorry. It's OK.'' she reassures him, cuddling his rough cheek against the back of her hand.

He rests his forehead against hers, eyes closed, his hands framing her face, before pressing a kiss on her forehead, "I don't deserve you..." he huffs, and Rook could almost swear she heard a crack in his voice that would indicate he is holding back tears.

She panics, wraps around his chest to bring him closer, before putting her hands on his face for him to look at her.

She sees his big blue eyes filled with pain,

"John? John, baby, listen to me.” She says to begin with, “I'm not perfect either, far from it and you know it. Look, I wouldn't be here tonight with you if I didn't want to. I care about you, I have feelings for you!" she kisses his cheek, laughing softly, "You and I have been through more drama than a lot of couples in a lifetime, but you know what? It's worth it, because it's you.” She caresses the little freckles that line his nose and the underside of his eyes with her thumb, “I love the person you are, don't doubt it, never. Your qualities and your faults, and I never want you to think that you don't deserve me, because that's not true.” she said with a harder tone, “'' All I ask is respect, and the guarantee that one day, when you're ready, you'll get help, because I want you to find happiness, and above all for you. Not for me, for Joseph, Jacob, God or anyone else, but only for yourself. You deserve to be loved, but above all to love yourself. ''

At these words, John's eyes change, they fill with tears that can't hold back anymore, so Rook takes him in her arms, gives him the biggest hug she has ever done. John hugs her back, clings to her like his life depends on it, nuzzles his face into her neck, the tip of his nose brushes against her skin. he inhales her scent, his hands caressing her shoulder blades, forever memorizing the peculiarities of her skin, wishing more than anything never to lose her, never to forget her if anything should happen.

He tilts his face to look her in the eyes,

"You saved me, Lisa." he said in a broken voice, a tear running down his cheek, disappearing on his collarbone, so the young woman smiles, not holding back the knot in her throat that predicts she will soon cry too,

''No, but I just love you,'' she retorts, her boldest, most beautiful and most real confession. It's not the same as the night she confessed her love, that night it was for the three of them, tonight it's for him, because she wants it, because she means it, and because John needs to hear it, deserves it.

A gradual smile appears on his tear-stained face, the most beautiful smile she's seen from him, as if she's just given him the world. He kisses her breathlessly, a kiss that means he would like to breathe all his love into her, to merge with her, to crush all those puffs of love, to put them into her genetic codes, to become one with her. He has so much love to give, he may not know how to give it, may not have a middle ground, but the love he wants to give is pure. Rook is convinced that all this pain, all this suffering that he inflicts on others, if he had been given the love he deserved like any other human being, he would have replaced the pain with love with as much determination as he gives pain.

"I love you so much..." he whispers breathlessly, unable to help kissing her lips, his hands bring her cheeks close together so that her mouth forms a heart shape which he pecks with kisses. The sounds of their lips meeting sends a peak of heat into his heart, this soft emotional warmth that is love, the loving feeling he can no longer do without, because each time, he feels that he will continue to cry, but it's no longer sadness, it's joy, happiness, a lot of liberation.

Rook moans in happiness, ''Kiss me'' she begs, gently grabbing a handful of his wet hair, she gently scratches John's scalp as she kisses him harder, earning a suffocated moan from him who again feels the blood rising directly to the south. '' Again '' she whispers between two kisses, '' Yes, like that ''.

At this moment, John is ready to offer her to seal their love with a deeply intimate act, but Rook suddenly breaks away from his lips, a look of fire softened by a particular request that she is about to make.

John questions her silently.

"John..." she whispers, "I have to ask you something."

'' Yes ? he breathes, an obvious apprehension at this kind of question.

The young woman lowers her head, playing with the undulations of her hands in the water out of nervousness.

"I've been thinking a lot, and I think it's time to do it..." she stops, swallowing at what she's about to ask, then she takes his hand, " I want you to baptize me. I'm ready.” She looks at him with frightened eyes, because yes, she was thinking about it, but it was still just a fantasy in a corner of her mind. She always told herself she never would, didn't see the point in it, and certainly didn't agree out of pride and opposition to Eden's Gate. Her parents hadn't had her baptized and Rook had always cared little, out of non-belief, but years in the army and several wars later, she thinks it can't hurt her more than the shit here. Maybe to believe is to leave one's science and rationality for once for the benefit of an unknown strenght which can only wish you well and protect you. She can makes the difference between true religion and their cursed sect, otherwise she'd be as stupid as the peggies morons.

John looks shocked, looks at her like she's gone nuts, then in a cautious voice replies, "Why are you asking me that? You have always been fiercely opposed to the Project.''

He highlights a proven fact.

'' Yes, it sure is and I still am, but contrary to what you may think, I listen to you, and I understand some things. And I'm ready to do it, for you.''

John sighs, "Lisa, baptism is a personal act of faith, you can't do it for me, but for yourself."

Rook frowns a bit, "Yet you made most people here do it..." she mutters, "Listen, I don't want to do this just for you, but for both of us." I don't have a very clear explanation of why I'm doing it for myself, but for you, because I owe you that...I put you in delicate situations more than once, and I know you've been under a lot of pressure. Let me do this, for both of us, as a proof of love and trust.'' she whispers to him.

And in a completely different situation, John would have been thrilled at the turn of events, that she finally accepts and consents to the whole process of baptism, confession and atonement, but now he's not sure anymore... He is too afraid of losing her by scaring her again, if she regrets it or if he does something she doesn't expect.

He looks at her uncertainly, "Are you sure you want this? he asks carefully.

She takes a deep breath, "Yes, John."

So John smiles adoringly, offers her his hand, "Come."

He moves her a little closer to the center, where they still have footing but deeper, and John puts his hands on her shoulders.

“Do you, Lisa, want to be washed away from your sins, resist the evil that surrounds us and tempts us every day and be reborn in the pure water of the holy spirit? he asks, his posture and his Baptist voice having a strange effect on her for a moment, but she's confident now.

She hesitates for a second, then looking at him one last time, all anguish vanishes.

"Yes, John, I renounce evil."

He dips two fingers in the water, then traces the sign of the cross on her forehead, in a higher voice he says, "Amen.", before grabbing her by the waist, gently tilting her back , " Stay still, give up, Lisa, and trust me." he orders softly.

Before plunging her gently into the water.

She has time to take a deep breath, before feeling her body completely submerged under water.

The sensation is strange. At first, she is aware of her own resistance, a programmed reflex of the body, but as the seconds pass, she gives in, lets the water carry her, envelop her body, the cold numb her body but in an invigorating way. She sees John's blurry topaz-colored reflection, starlight playing across the water as if he were a divine apparition.

And it's beautiful.

She is lifted to the surface by John, almost in a throaty scream, struggling to catch her breath, as John smiled, bringing his face closer to hers, their foreheads almost joined.

"You're clean, my dear."

When he says that, it's like he's apologizing, rewriting their story, and Rook wants to cry, it hits her heart. She smiled back, teasing his nose with hers, "Thank you, I feel good." She whispers happily with her eyes closed, and John kisses her on the cheek with a small laugh.

"Thank you, for opening up to me so much, you're very brave." He whispers the compliment, and it makes her blush, it's cute, she thinks.

“And thank you for being so respectful, so gentle. Never...I never would have thought it would come to this, you and me.'' she admits, with a charmed smile.

He kisses her on the lips, a teasing little kiss, "I've never seen myself like this with anyone...You bring out the good that I thought was gone forever." he murmurs with a small smile hiding a certain past bitterness.

Rook is delighted, ''If I was able to help you in this way, then I'm more than happy. You know that this good exists, it is here, in you. You can move forward, John, with or without me, you will find peace, you just had to realize that. I'm glad you're feeling good now."

"But I want to move forward by your side, I need you in my life...I'm addicted to you, you make me feel good, you're good for me." He possessively caresses her hips, leaning her against his own pelvis, "But I doubt I'm good enough for you..." the end of the sentence dies in a mumble of insecurity.

Rook disagrees, so she hums her displeasure, then begins kissing his neck starting above the collarbone, gradually working his way up to below his jawline which she sucks in, a red mark painting over his face. She hears a small audible moan from her man, smiles against the mark left, before placing a hand on his face, tilting him to bring him nose to nose with her, her chin up from the difference in height, she whisper against his lips, '' You are perfect. Now I want you to kiss me 'til my knees wobble, that we make love 'til the day breaks, even though there'll never be enough days and nights to prove to you how crazy I am about you.''

And it is at this moment that their world switches to another dimension.

He lifts her by the buttocks so that she wraps her thighs around his pelvis, rubbing her bare skin against his intimate flesh, while he kisses her like a madman. And as if the notion of time had disappeared, she finds herself lying on the ground, on the edge of the lake, the gravel stinging her back with cold, but she hardly notices it, anesthetized by a more powerful heat.

John stands over her, forearms on either side of her form, as he kisses every part of her body divinely, her shoulder, her breasts, her belly, her hips, her pubis. But Rook can't take enough anymore, what she wants is for him to sink inside her, right now.

She tightens the grip of her legs behind his back, bringing him closer, arching her hips to show him what she really wants, John gives her a look, one last chance to refuse.

"I want you, John." she hums, as she finally touches his cock, gives him gentle caresses made even more pleasurable by the wetness of the water, touches his sensitive glans, the piercing that intrigue her so much.

She strokes his shaft from the base to the underside, gently massaging his smooth testicles, earning a look of pure pleasure on John's face as he loses himself in the exquisite sensations, her soft warm hand moving gently up and down on his cock. Seeing him lose himself in the pleasure makes Rook's arousal rise, feeling herself more and more soaked.

"Yes..." he moaned hoarsely, his eyes closed.

"Feels good, isn't it John?" she whispers in agreement, her eyes on him as he begins to rub back and forth against her caresses, his breath quickening increasingly.

"Oh god, I can't wait any longer, I want to be inside of you..." he begs, his beautiful blue eyes opening to meet hers, more than happy to do him good.

She spreads her thighs, says the last words he needs to hear, "Come, baby, take me."

He lies down on her body, hands on her hips, and in a movement of flexible pelvis, sinks into her. He enters her gently, eye to eye. He sinks to the hilt, and both moan in pleasure, pure relief.

John stays like that for a moment, still, allowing him to adjust, letting her body drive him inside her, a breath escaping between his lips as Rook adjusts her pelvis to feel how deeply his cock is coiled inside her.

"Are you okay?" he asks in a thick voice, he contains himself to put her at ease, takes his time to make this moment magical, and it works, because Rook can't think of anything sexier than a man who takes the time to check her consent at every moment. She tells herself that John has come a long way and she is proud of him.

She nodded, "Yes, you can move, baby." she whispers, and god, he likes to hear her call him that, he smiles and begins slow back and forth movements, little pushes made to make her lose control, asking for more.

He pulls out almost entirely, before slamming deep inside her, snatching a loud moan that makes her roll her eyes back. He tests different movements, angles to understand what she likes, what feels good to her.

"Fuck, you feel so good...So tight..." he moaned, then a groan as she tightened around his cock, thrusting harder, earning a gasp from the young woman beneath him.

Rook feels the hot metal of his piercing caressing her walls, and when the slight curve of his cock curls inside her, she moans in surprise, looking him in the eyes with sweet bliss.

"Oh my god, it's good, John." She closes her eyes in ecstasy, moving her pelvis determinedly to amplify the sensations.

He smirked, "You feel it, huh, darling? That pleasure in your belly, that sweet warmth, go ahead, move with me, take your pleasure from me, it's yours. '' he says in naughty praise, slowly starting to move harder, but at an ever so controlled and slow pace, because he wants to enjoy watching her unravel, wants to see every stages, every sigh, every smiles, every time her mouth opens to gasp, each time her belly tenses as he thrusts deeper, feeling her little pussy squeezing him, wrapping him in her soft, hot feminine warmth.

He changes his angle, tilting his hips to the side, before slapping her arms on each side and intertwining his hands with hers. He's starting to move faster, hip thrusts so hard it's almost punishing, but for Rook it's purely and simply too good. She moans in pleasure, lifting her hips to meet his thrusts, but he pounds her so hard that she barely manages to properly respond to his thrusts with that much strength. She lifts her head to kiss him, and at that moment John gently rubs his thumb against her knuckles, a sultry pelvis roll, her moans stifled in his mouth, their tongues tangling.

It seems to turn John on, the fact that she can't moan openly, that he has so much control over her that she can only pour her pleasure against his lips, into him. He begins to pound her harder and harder, and the heat blossoms more and more in her belly, his cock in and out, the incessant rubbing on her engorged clitoris. She breaks the kiss for lack of breath, and the two lovers look into each other's eyes, cheeks flushed and out of breath.

"You look so beautiful, John." She whispers, a tear beading in the corner of her eye, rolling down her cheek after a particularly stunning thrust, she moans loudly and her eyes roll back, exposing her arched neck upwards. John's pupils dilate at the breathless praise, he gazes at her vehemently, finding everything so beautiful about her, what they are doing together is beautiful, it's a true act of love.

He licks a long strip down her throat, before pressing his forehead against hers, their eyes meeting tightly, their lips touching, gasping their breath into each other's mouths. John releases his grip on her hands, allowing Rook to run one hand through his wet, sweaty hair, her other hand over his face.

"Lisa..." he said, between a whisper and a hoarse moan, unable to find the words, all smugness gone.

She bites her lip, then in one fluid motion swings him over to makes him take her place, lying on his back, as she straddles him, hands on his chest, ass arched back, impaling on his cock as if that's where she belongs. John moans loudly, his head rolling back, his hands gripping her hips, he watches her, while he is lying there, and her mouth parted as if she's found saving grace, sees and feels her body ripple and makes him vibrate with pleasure.

She brings her hands back to his thighs and leans into them, arching her back to the max, exposing herself fully to him, as she calmly, sensually bounces on his cock, the angle bringing an increasingly searing sting, too good a penetration in a place of which she has the secret, knows that she will soon come like that.

She maintains eye contact all the way, gasping at the sight of John lying beneath her, yet he and she are both vulnerable, both in command and subject to their pleasures.

With a hesitant movement, John puts a hand to her throat. The young woman looks at him, eyes filled with fire, her amber eyes ignite, she smiles, a mischievous smile.

"Tighten." she says, and John's eyes go from fire to awe, Rook knows he's afraid of hurting her, but she trusts him, she wants him, so to show him, she rides him with more passion, moaning shamelessly, taking maximum pleasure, never taking her eyes off him, as she builds power, her tits bouncing under John's hungry gaze who is mesmerized by the movement.

He lets himself go, begins to constrict her throat, his moans turning into almost animal-like grunts that only arouse the young woman further, his own hips heaving to meet her thrusts.

The young woman loses herself in an ocean of sensations, her breathing is controlled by John, restricted to a few puffs of air. Her heart races, she gasps harder, her moans are broken noises, her body warms up, she squeezes his cock harder, pleasure soon reaches its nirvana, she's about to cum, and John knows it. He knows that taking her breath away briefly will stun her to the point where her orgasm will send her overboard.

"Are you going to cum, darling? '' he asks in a sultry voice, a hint of disguised condescension

He drops a bit of ballast for her to answer him.

"Yes..." she whispers brokenly, and John smiles, tilting his hips up in a murderous thrust, because he's holding her so tightly by the neck that she can only take the hit. She screams of pleasure.

"You'll cum when I tell you, Lisa." He orders, and the young woman only briefly understands the words, focused on the sight of his eyes, briefly losing touch with reality as she drowns in the ring of his blue irises, swallowed up by the blackness of his pupils.

So John slows his thrusts, to punish her.

She moans in disagreement, ready to go get him, connect with him again because it's addictive, but John tightens his grip on her throat.

''Didn't I tell you something, darling? '' he adds with an evil smile.

"Please, I want to cum John, with you, baby." she begs, she wants to say more, but he won't allow it.

" Pushes back your orgasm, still a little, dear. " He commands, thrusting his pelvis softer, loving how docile she can be, that she let him pour out his urges while trusting him. He himself knows he will never hurt her, but he remains who he is, and the cocktail of pain and pleasure is the one he prefers. But he knows it's also hers, he knows his little darling's secret, otherwise he would never have dared to do it with her.

Trying to chase the orgasm away, delaying it, Rook squeezes his cock harder, smothers it. She squirms on his thighs, desperate moves to chase away the inevitable, except it all has the opposite effect and John knows it, that's why he's coming to this. He feels tremendous pleasure and excitement watching her struggle, squirm on top of him, naked, all soft and so beautiful, her movements of discomfort only massaging her heat against his cock, making him moan in triumph in the process.

John exerts the final pressure on her throat, adding to that, rolling hips that intensify again, then slipping a hand between her legs, rubbing her clit lazily, judging that he doesn't need to go too hard to stimulate her, she is already on the edge of the precipice. And this time she sees stars, she is completely uninhibited, her mind floats in bliss and yet everything is clear in her head, she has never had so much pleasure in her life, never this way.

"Look at me, Lisa," John breathes, and she does, as if she's never stopped, biting her own lip so hard she's sure a drop of blood is forming. John's control becoming increasingly difficult to cash in on.

"Cum, now." He orders in a deeply hoarse voice, then releases her neck.

And her walls are crumbling.

A series of spasms in her pussy go through her, like a speeding train, a ball of fire bursts in her belly, she shivers and convulses, a silent moan escaping from her lips which form a relieved 'O' .

She doesn't have time to recover from her orgasm, John pulls her back on top of him, so that she lies on top of him, he whispers against her mouth with worried, watchful eyes, "You're okay ? '' with very gentle thrusts that were probably painful for him because in view of his gasping breaths, his red neck and the tenseness of his body, he's not far from orgasm too, but has put her pleasure before his.

She nods, "Yeah..." she babbles with a happy smile, wrapping her arms around his neck to kiss him on the cheek, down his jaw to get to his ear, "I want you to fill me John...I want to feel your hot cum in my belly...." she whispers boldly, a little kiss on the shell of his ear as his cock throbs inside her walls, a very strong jerk that makes her moan with a deep ''Hmmm'' in his ear.

"Fuck, Lisa..." he moaned, then, in a few final thrusts, he stilled, and in a final shudder, eye to eye, he thrust inside her one last time, holding her by the hips, to fill her deeply.

Rook moaned sensitively from her orgasm and the unique sensation of hot cum pouring inside her, while John moaned too, sounding so sexy, so sensual, before throwing his head back, taking a few seconds to catch his breath.

But once he catches his breath, he opens his arms, a hug request which Rook accepts with a loving smile, lying on top of him again to snuggle up on his chest, as John rests his chin on top of her head, his arms wrapped protectively behind her back to rock her, his fingers reaching down briefly to caress her plump ass.

She hears the heavy beating of his heart, while John, feels so light, so happy.

Rook ends up feeling uncomfortable and straightens up to get him out of her, then lays down next to him. John turns to her side, a hand caressing her cheek, an emotional smile on his face, as she flutters her eyelashes, the sweet endorphin hitting her like Bliss powder.

'' How do you feel ? '' he whispers, ''I didn't hurt you I hope? God, tell me I didn't scare you, Lisa…'' he begins to panic, his pupils moving, digging into her eyes for the slightest trace of fear or wrath towards him.

She puts her hands on his face to calm him down, "John", "I'm fine," she whispers as she places a soft kiss on his lips, "I really liked that, you were perfect, baby…” she strokes his chest and John smiles, “And that's almost intimidating because compared to you, I have little experience…I hope you're not too disappointed. ..'' she adds in a small voice, afraid that he has regrets.

John kisses her, both hands on her face, hands that have been bathed in the blood of sinners, now softer than the hand of Christ.

"Dearest," he purrs adoringly, rubbing the line of his nose against her cheek, "You're delicious..." that makes her shiver, "so heady...and surprising." he adds the last word in a darkly mischievous tone, teasing and sly eyes.

And it means,

''I know your sin, darling. But don't worry, your secret is safe with me. ''

She swallows, looks away, pretends nothing is wrong and John laughs, light and intoxicating.

He whispers in her ear, "Someone loves pain a little too much with her pleasure..."

She gasps, ashamed, "John I..."

He cuts her off with a "shh..." and with a finger threaded through one of her dark locks, "I know, dear, the control...You like to lose it in privacy, I know this. Spending your life wanting to control everything, I know how exhausting it is. But don't worry, I'll always give you what you want, sweet girl."

Her eyebrows furrow, defensively she mutters, "I'm not like that, it's...That was in the heat of the moment." She bites the inside of her cheek, pouting.

"If you say so, but you and I aren't that different, Lisa."

She breathes, a moment of silence. Then she whispers a, "Maybe..." before looking away, out into the vastness of the galaxy, like thousands of buildings lit up in the sky.

A pair of arms hug him from behind, ''hey,'' John whispers against her bare shoulder, ''I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.'' he apologizes with a small kiss on it.

The young woman turns her head to look at him, “No, it's nothing. I just tell myself that it has to come from me. I don't have a normal sexuality, I'll never have one.” She sighs resignedly, and John doesn't agree.

“There's nothing wrong, darling. Sometimes we need to be carried by someone, and sometimes it's the other who needs to be carried. It's just about communicating each other's boundaries and respecting each other, always.” Then he frowns in concern, “Are you sure I didn't hurt you? Did I make you feel unrespected?...''

“No, not at all, John! She reassures him, "I...I'm just discovering things about myself that I didn't know."

John takes her hand gently, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles, "And...you feel like it?" Discover these things?''

Rook thinks a bit, but the answer now seems obvious at this point, "Yes."

John smiles at the echo of his favorite word, relieved that she's at peace with her decisions, before pressing a kiss to her cheek, "I'll always be here for you..." , then caresses her cheek .

“Me too.” she smiled, “I'm a little cold. We go home ? I want to wrap myself in a very warm blanket.''

John nods, a happy smile stretches across his features, then they quickly get dressed again, and from there things seem blurry, the backlash, all the emotions make her feel intoxicated, almost like she drank too much in one go. She sees herself getting dressed in a hurry, pulling her dress over her body and drenched hair, John's sinful fluid flowing between her thighs, laughing breathlessly after one of his dirty jokes, as John barely buttons his shirt, his hair messy, laughing with her as he drags her by the hand and the two set off for a run through the forests of the normally so dangerous county. Giggling together like two teenagers, bursting into fits of laughter no one would understand. Because beyond their physical attraction, their spiritual bond is stronger, they have this complicity, there has always been an intense chemistry between them.

John couldn't remember laughing so much in years. Laughing for real, genuine.

The return home almost feels like she's teleported away, vanished between the trees on the arm of the man she was supposed to hate, despise.

They return home, soaked by the water of the lake, soiled by the grass and the various dirt of the valleys. Rook takes off her shoes to get comfortable, while John unbuttons his shirt and leaves it open, making Rook enjoy his beautiful body which she hastens to watch out of the corner of her eye.

The young woman slips away for a few minutes to go to the toilet and clean herself, then goes to the bathroom to look at herself in the mirror. She's disheveled, her make-up ruined because her mascara runs and the eye shadow has evaporated, but she doesn't consider herself so ugly. she just looks wilder, and the sparkles in her eyes seem to give her the edge.

Barely out of the bathroom, she gets stuck against the wall of her narrow hallway. John kisses her, one hand grabbing her thigh and lifting her up so she's wrapped around his hip, using her foot which she wedges into his lower back.

"Did I tell you how beautiful you look in that dress?" he mutters smugly between her lips, and Rook breathes a barely stifled laugh on his lips,

"Yeah, several times, but thank you." She giggles a little.

''Was it to seduce me? Confess.'' He smiles biting his lip, and Rook finds that very sexy.

''Absolutely.'' she kisses him on the neck, '' And the underwear too, I understood that blue is your favorite color, and by pure coincidence, it's the one that suits me the best...'' she adds, raising mischievous eyes towards him.

He purrs, before slipping his hand through the opening of her dress, up to her buttocks, "Yes..." he breathes, "That's why I want to rip them off with my teeth.'' He kneaded the flesh of her ass, adding a seductive smile, eyes still all too bright with excitement.

''Fuck, this man is inexhaustible'' she thinks with humor. So much the better for her.

She puts her hands on his face, calming his ardor, "Actually, I was going to take a shower, John." She gives him a pout that means "Hey yeah, sorry buddy."

But that's far from stopping John who wears a small smirk, "The shower would be more attractive with a little company, dear."

She looks away to smile, before conceding, "I'm only going to say yes because I'm okay with not wasting water and preserving the planet."

He flashes her a bright smile, as she walks past him, rolling her shoulders. John stays there for a moment, lost in his happiness and daydreams while contemplating her.

When he joins her, he sees her calmly taking off her dress, again, then her underwears. She doesn't wait for him to get in the shower, and immerses herself under the spray, tilting her head back as she closes her eyes in well-being at the feel of the hot water hitting her body in the most pleasant way possible.

Which is why she can't hear John, who slips into the shower too, behind her, like the deadly silent cat he always is.

And unsurprisingly, he's hard again, his cock dragging lazily between her buttocks. She tries not to get distracted, grabs the shower gel, ready to actually wash off, but John takes it from her. She turns her head, looking at him questioningly , and John smiles kindly at her, puts the product on his hands and begins to clean her. Well, he seems to be massaging her, but it feels good so she lets him continue his care. He cleans all of her body, leaving no area behind, when he starts rubbing her belly, the warmth of the water, of his hands, and the sweet smelling gel so pleasant, so the warmth other than that water begins to bloom in her body.

Slow, lazy circles over the area around her navel, John whispers hoarsely in her ear, "I didn't ask you all earlier, but do you have... You know...I wouldn't want anything to happen to you that you don't want.''

"You mean, that I could get pregnant?" she responds quickly.

"Yes." He breathes back quickly, the subject seems to be touching him in a way that questions the young woman, but she isn't going to ask.

"I'm on contraception, don't worry." She turns her head again and smiles at him, "No risk of that happening.''

"Good." He smiled back, then resumed the ballad with his hands over her body.

When he gets to the cleaning of her crotch, one arm wrapped possessively around her waist, Rook wants to close her thighs, it tickles her, but John reprimands her with a small "Tsk". Then he washes off her little warmth, and Rook's cheeks blush, because even the water in the shower couldn't excuse the fact that she's drenched with excitement again.

John smiled against her neck, purposely staying in the area a little too long, brushing her swollen clit, earning a small moan that echoed beautifully between the shower walls.

"Already so wet that I barely touched you..." he purrs with delight, "And so many sinful thoughts..." he whispers it like a secret in her ear.

The young woman pushes her buttocks against his pelvis, crushing his cock and John hisses between his teeth of pleasure, before she turns around, a little innocent and satisfied smile, then in turn grabs the shower gel to return the favor.

She starts by running her hands along his collarbones, his shoulders, his gorgeous forearms (surely one of her favorite body parts in a man), down on his scar which she rubs with her fingertips, delicately so as not to hurt him for fear that it will still be painful. John watches her, mesmerized, as she moves down his chest, his muscular torso, and as her hand drifts south she looks him in the eyes, a sudden urge and surge of courage makes her want to do something, something she has never done before.

She drops to her knees. Watching him through water-blurred eyes, as she presses her hands to his thighs to push him against the shower wall so he's comfortable.

John's eyes widen, his pupils dilate, his mouth opens in a sort of blissful confusion as she caresses his powerful thighs.

Her mouth comes within inches of his hard member, her bottom lip almost touching the tip.

" You want this?" she asks him through half-closed eyes.

John doesn't answer right away, continuing to lock his gaze on hers, on her kneeling form for him, ready to do him good in ways far beyond what he had imagined.

He only manages to nod, his mouth still ajar and his eyes wide with greed. Yet he seems to feel a certain fear, as if he hadn't been treated like this for so long.

He brushes her cheek as if she were a precious gift, she looks back at him lovingly and smiles at him, before moving her lips forward and closing them on his glans. She exerts pressure with her lips, sucking on the tip of his cock, then takes more, until she reaches his piercing. She uses her tongue to trace the length of the metal bar, and that's when she hears a gasp escape John's mouth. She plays with the jewelry, giving sensual licks, licking the outline of his glans, depositing small kisses on the sensitive skin, licking the sensitive frenum of his cock. Then she ventures down his length, licking a long strip off the top of his cock, then the bottom, earning a small, audible moan from John despite the water in the shower muffling most sounds.

She gives him another smile, before straightening up to gain more height, placing her hands on her own thighs, then when she feels she has tested the waters well, she begins to suck it.

At first, she only takes a small part of his length, going up and down at a slow pace, very careful in her movements, her eyes fixed on his, making her waddle, pressing her thighs together, because of her clitoris throbbing with the excitement of this very hot situation. She loves it, watching him enjoy it so much, and his cock is so nice, the perfect length and thickness, and the cold metal piercing rubbing against her tongue and caressing the walls of her cheeks makes her quiver with pleasure. Then little by little, she tightens the grip of her mouth on his cock, taking more and sucking at the same time.

From where he is, standing, John watches her, on her knees for him, her fleshy lips gently wrapped around his cock, and he bites his lip so much he likes it, controls himself to make this magical moment last as long as possible. Because seeing her look him in the eyes while she takes him with greed and lust makes him sink a little more with each passing second into the abyss of pleasure, of his sin against which he has always fought since Joseph found him again. Yet the sensation and the feeling are different, because he is in love with her, loves her like a possessed man and drunk with love, and for the first time, he feels no shame, no desire to hurt and to punish himself for his vices. No, he feels loved, wanted, a little dazed of course, and strangely happy. And she's doing so well, he's almost sure it's the first time she's done it, he wonders why she wanted to do it, with him, for him. But his thoughts die when he watches her sink deeper into him, her pretty face focused as she sucks him harder, her eyes closed and her little moans muffled with pleasure, he no longer contains his own moans.

The pleasure becomes more and more intense, his blood boils in his body, feels his cock become more and more sensitive, tingles of pleasure in his back, on his skull, he has the impression that he is going to lose his mind. It feels so good to see that she does it only for his pleasure, gives everything to make him feel good and almost worships his cock. It's probably silly but he feels like a powerful man, but above all fulfilled and loved.

The young woman closes her eyes, inhales calmly through her nose as she takes almost all of his cock in her mouth, she repeats the gesture and manages to take it all in, her nose pressed into his clean-shaven pubis. John moaned loudly at the pressure and sensitivity, hissing a 'Fuuck' between his teeth as he threw his head back. Rook slowly pulls back until she's back at his glans, before looking up at him again, and when she has his full attention, she takes him all at once again, takes his cock deep in her mouth until it's shoved down her throat, and repeats the gesture several times, at a different rate each time to make him lose his mind, seeing his chest rise and fall due to his jerky breath and his heart rate which must skyrocket.

John strokes her damp hair with both hands, before gently gripping a handful of her hair, not squeezing or pushing, but just to hold a point of support. Deep inside him, an urge wants him to control the rhythm and choke her on his cock, he wants to push his hips for her to take more, but he won't, respects her way too much for that and prefers letting go, trusting her to take care of him as she sees fit. At first he felt dominant and loved it, but the more she caresses him with her mouth and her warm tongue, the more he likes this delicious surrender, she is the one who has the upper hand.

And she does, takes care of him. She puts more rhythm, sucking harder, faster, alternating between licks and oral caresses, never using her hands to concentrate all her efforts with her mouth. She arches her neck back, running her tongue over his testicles, then licking the underside of his cock again, as his glans rests on her cheek, she rubs against it and John's breath picks up sharply, his eyes roll back, as she chuckles, provoking and sexy.

'' Yes...'' he moaned victoriously like a man in a trance, '' Look at yourself, how beautiful you are like that...'' he said in a voice between two gasps of pleasure.

"All for you, John." She whispers adoringly, taking him in her mouth again with innocent doe eyes.

John grunts in pleasure, smirking at her, before gently tilting her head with the grip he has on her hair, for her to listen to him intently, "Touch yourself. Put those pretty fingers to work and caress yourself. ''

Said like that, it sounds like an order, and Rook is more than happy to comply. As she continued to suck him, she slid one of her own hands lazily from her breasts, down her stomach and into her cunt. She begins to stroke her slit, then rubs in circles her clit flooded with her own arousal, her hips stuttering at the sensations and moaning loudly around John's cock. Then she plunges two fingers inside her cunt, curling her hand, riding it as she continues to suck John, her whole body moving and shaking, her small tits bouncing under John's purely satanic gaze, like doing the devil a favor, a delicious and gorgeous devil she knelt down for.

John's smile turns devilish, he strokes her cheek, hollowed out by the intense sucking, then the outline of her lips full of his cock, “ Good girl. Keep going. Look at me.''

She looks at him, and if she knew better, she would say that her eyes are starting to water up with tears, her jaw hurts and she is so sensitive to do him so much good and do herself good at the same time that she thinks she is going to come, but pushes back her enjoyment in favor of John's first.

She wants to go all the way, go deeper, as she continues to masturbate, she gives everything she has for him, his cock deep in her throat, deep with every thrust of her mouth on his length, nearly choking, nearly gagging on his cock. An unfamiliar urge to vomit would almost make her turn back, but she inhales quietly through her nose and continues, encouraged by John's moans, his hips struggling not to move on their own, his babbling, his incessant sinful praise telling her how beautiful she is like this, pink lips on his cock, fucking herself on her own hand at the same time.

Then John breaks down, although he would have been happy to come like that, he prefers to do it with her, inside her. This primitive and addictive need to touch her body, to have her in his arms. So, with a brutal gesture, he steps back so that she withdraws from his mouth, lifts her by the waist, then the plate face against the wall of the shower. The young woman gasps at the change of situation and the coldness of the tiled wall on her nipples.

He immediately presses himself against her, his chest against her back, before whispering to her in a hoarse voice, “I want you, Lisa. Forever.'' he breathes against her cheek, and as she looks at him, tears in her eyes with emotion, she tilts her neck to kiss him passionately, and John sinks inside her again, hands on her hips, slamming his pelvis against her ass.

She screams in release, letting herself be fucked against the wall, her cheek pressed against the cold tiles, as John pours all his passion onto her, inside her. He presses his palm to her cheek, his other hand pushing down on her spine to arch her more, bringing the penetration to an unbearable angle, so fucking good she screams in pleasure, sings the name of John into a series of "Oh John yes, yes!", causing him to grunt in pleasure and pound her like a madman. The echo of his balls slamming against her buttocks only arouses him more, he grunts like a demon, pulls back and slaps her ass with heavy palm pressure, which will surely leave a mark on her tomorrow. And Rook screams in sensitivity, so John does it again, clearly loving the high pitched sound of pain mixed with pleasure, and with each spanking she squirms her ass against his cock, inviting him to do it again and again as she loses her breath with each thrust that slams her against the damp wall, not even caring about the water that has since turned cold, she's way too hot to even feel it now.

He gently rubs her reddened buttock as if to soothe the sting, before burying his face in her neck, breathing hard into her ear, "Do you like that, darling ?..." , she hears the devilish smile in his voice, at this point the high must be so intense for him that it seems a lot less controlled, is unleashed on her like an animal in heat, and fuck at that point, how she likes it, she's as guilty as he is.

She can only moan in response, it's too much, so much.

This "response" isn't enough for John, he tilts his hips up, then a deadly thrust, the one that makes her feel like his cock has pierced her stomach, entered her belly, her breath stops. She looks down at her form, and from the little space her body has, she sees a bump. A swelling in her lower abdomen. As if his cock were in her belly.

She suddenly feels dizzy, as if it were unreal, as she feels the bulbous head of his cock caressing her walls, gently rubbing her cervix. She whispers in a shaky breath, "Oh my god...", and tears of ecstasy flow freely down her cheeks. John smiles in sheer pleasure against her neck, he too has noticed, he presses a flat palm to her lower stomach, like when he'd stroked it with his fingers earlier that evening in her kitchen. And massaging the thin skin of her flat belly, he feels his own cock plowing inside her, he brings his mouth to her ear as the young woman's head falls back, rests on his shoulder, her eyes roll back , mouth open from hyperventilation.

"See how deep I am inside you, Lisa..." he whispers in a voice so hoarse it shivers as if the echo entered her skin, sang in her blood, "Nobody can ever make you feel like that, nobody but me, we..."

she moans, gritting her teeth as the pressure is strong, she closes her eyes.

"I will forever be inside you, just as you always were the second I laid eyes on you."

Her breath quickens,

Again,

Again,

And even

' 'I will love you until the end of my days.''

Then the pressure breaks out,

Like the lump that was tightening in her throat.

Like the pleasure more intense than that of a whole life.

And the world goes dark in the sweetest of ways.