Suddenly the rain and thunder didn't bother me at all. Actually nothing did, because the only thing I could feel were his soft lips on mine. His gentle touch made my entire body shiver and my knees felt weak. The contrast between the harsh rain pouring down on us and his gentle kiss was overwhelming. Overwhelmingly wonderful. I wrapped my arms around his waist and kissed him back. I could feel him smiling against my lips and if the butterflies in my stomach were doing laps before, now they were riding around with motorcycles.
After a while he pulled back and immediately after his lips had left mine I was longing for more. He didn't take his hands off my face, instead he softly stroked my cheeks with his thumbs.
"How is it possible for a person to not look like a wet rat, when they're standing in the pouring rain?" He laughed, making me blush a little.
"Well I sure feel like one." I stated and pointed at the gazebo. "As much as I enjoyed that, I would love to go there"
"Oh fuck, yeah let's go!" He took his hand off my face and grabbed my palm, then it was time for us to run again.
"You know John, I don't really know if this is any better." I said as we shivered in the gazebo. The rain still hadn't stopped and we were both soaked and freezing. We cuddled up next to each other underneath John's jacket, but it was quite useless. All of our clothes were absolutely soaked and they felt uncomfortable.
"Yeah, I suppose you're right. You reckon we should start heading back?" He asked me.
"I guess we kind of have to. But I don't want to go to sleep yet."
"Just because we are heading back doesn't mean that we have to go to sleep. We have rented this quite big house that we are all staying in. It's really nice and we all have our own rooms. We can hang out for as long as we want to." He said laughing and squeezed my thigh a little bit. I laughed too and agreed.
"Let's go then!"
We got up and ran to the nearest taxi pole. It wasn't too far away from the park, probably a five minute walk away. Since we were already soaked, we didn't bother running anymore and walked over to the pole holding hands. The streets were almost totally empty. Everyone had gone inside, most had probably gone to a pub.
Thank God we didn't have to wait long for a cab to drive up to the pole. The driver immediately recognised John, he turned out to be a big fan."Were you at the show today?" I asked the man as we drove towards the address John had given him.
"I wish! I've been driving this fucking cab the whole evening." He sighed in frustration.
The drive to the house they had rented out wasn't very long, and the cab driver being a really funny man made the ride feel even shorter. John and I vigorously apologised for having made the seats all wet with our clothes, but he told us not to worry about it. He offered to give us the ride for free, but John still felt bad about the hot dogs from earlier and paid for the ride anyway. He asked John if he could sign his shirt and he did with a smile.
The rain was still pouring down like crazy when we got off the cab and made our way towards the house. Every now and then a flash would light up the sky and I ran faster. When John had said that they had rented out a house, I hadn't realised they had rented out a bloody mansion, but I guess it made sense. It was beautiful, old red-brick house with a gorgeous yard. I didn't have a lot of time to stare at the beautiful exterior though, because all John and I wanted was to get inside as fast as we could. We ran to the front door and John took a key out of his pocket. The door opened with a faint creak and we quickly got in.
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Smile for me, John Deacon
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