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You were bent over the sink on your tippy toes trying to get closer to the mirror while you applied your mascara. You lean back now done with your make-up, you looked at your self making sure everything was perfect. Then John rounds the corner and then leans against the door frame staring at you.
“What?” You asked curiously wondering why he was staring at you very intensely. “Nothing, you’re just so beautiful, baby” he says flirtatiously, while looking at you through the mirror. You can’t help but blush at his intense gaze at you. He moves in closer so he’s behind you while still looking at you and puts his hands on your hips and whispering in your ear with his deep voice.
“We need to get going or we’re going to be late to our date” he states then blows in and kisses your ear. You blush even more at his voice in your ear and how dark and sexy it is. You turn around and you eye him up and down in his brown flannel with khakis and his boots. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down into a kiss. You open your mouth, so he put his tongue in. He tastes like morning coffee and blueberry bagels. Your lips smack against his, you then lick his bottom lip and bite. He lets out a wince. Your hands scratch at the nape of his neck, and he squeezes you hips and he backs you up to the sink counter. All of John filling your senses. For one, his cologne. The smell going up your nose and straight to ur brain. His cologne smelling like vanilla with a woodsy undertone. You love the way he smells. You start to heat up in southern regions, while y’all’s tongues wrestle. He lets out a groan, and moves his hands down lower, and smacks you. You let out a squeal, and pull back.
“OUCH!” You scream and hit him in the shoulder, while he grins innocently like he didn’t do anything and then squeezes your ass. He pulls you back in to a short kiss. He lets go of your hip, while keeping his other hand on your hip and looks down at his watch, then looks back at you.
“We’re running late, are you done?”
“Yeah, but I need to fix my lip stick, since a certain someone messed it up” you say while looking at him raising an eyebrow in a fake angry face he knew all too well. You wished you could kiss his face a little more, but you do need to fix your make-up and leave. You gather your lip liner and lip stick, so you don’t have to waste anymore time at the house. “Okay, I’m done, let’s go”
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You’re sitting in the passenger seat while he’s in the driver seat, you were looking at his hand on your knee rubbing his thumb back-and-forth before your attention was pulled away when you heard a honk. You look back in the passenger mirror and see a woman in her car raging. Confuse you look at John wondering what the hell the lady’s problem.
“Honey, what is that lady’s problem?” You say a little aggravated because she’s still honking and now following y’all.
“I may have cut her off…” he says while his face scrunches as he admits to you in a sheepish tone while keeping his eyes on the road to not look at you. You knew to not let him drive because he was notorious for his very poor driving knowledge/ experience. You look at him in a dumbfounded face with a slight frown. He was lucky you loved him because you would have kicked him.
“But I swear I didn’t see her, she must have been in a blind spot, I promise” you know he wouldn’t lie about something like this, or really anything at all. Y’all’s relationship was very honest and nothing, but helping to build each other and give nothing but love and comfort when needed.
“John..you can’t be serious..” you say as you look back into the mirror and yep, the lady was still seething in rage, maybe even foaming at the mouth. You look towards John and tell him to pull over. With a sigh you think, y’all are now going to be falling behind schedule.
“Honey, you may wanna pull over to sort this out because this lady seems a little crazy, and I don’t want her following us.” You definitely are not getting out the car with a crazy lady and plus John was the one who caused the problem so he’s going to solve the problem. He sighs and this time puts his turn signal on and pulls over. You watch as the lady parks awfully close to his car, she gets out her car, while he also does. She stomps right to him.
“WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?” She asks in a very screeching voice. John is caught off guard though he shouldn’t be considering he did cut her off. He try’s to de-escalate the situation.
“Look ma’am I’m sorry, I swear it wasn’t on purpose, I did not see you at all. You had to have been in my blind spot.” He says in a very monotone and calming tone while talking with his hands.
You can see him trying his best to keep calm . Though you can’t hear what this lady is saying muffled by the car, but you sort of tell he was trying to tell the lady as to why he accidentally cut her off. You then see the lady as she starts getting in his face, and then beginning to point and jab at his chest. That’s when you know she’s crossed a line, you know John wouldn’t hurt a woman, but you sure would. You start to feel anger bubble up in your stomach and heat in your throat. You unbuckle your seat belt, open the car door and get to John’s side in record time. You pull John back by his bicep and get in front of him, because you were about to go off on this lady, nobody touches John but you. John still trying to keep composed as she was yelling at him past you. You go into fight or flight but more fight than flight. You get into her face.
“Lady I don’t know who the fuck you are but chill out, he understands what’s he done and told you the he didn’t see your ugly ass car-“ yeah maybe that wasn’t the best choice of words and definitely was not helping him de-escalate this situation. But you were mad, because there was no way in hell were you going to let this lady disrespect him in front of you. “-You were in his blind spot, so get it through your thick skull!” still not a good decision to say that. The lady looks baffled at you getting stern with her. She then gets more aggravated that your in her way, when she was speaking to John.
“Well maybe your dumbass blind husband should get his eyes checked because he definitely should have saw me!”she screeches at you and It was your turn to get baffled at her. But oh hail mother Mary, she better hope gods real because you were about to let hell loose. You felt fire burn in your veins and feel all your sense of morality leave your body. Next thing you know you punched the lady. You’d think all you’ve known was aggression by the way you started to spew fire out your mouth.
“THE FUCK YOU SAY!?” John had to hold you back with his strong arms. He may be strong but you were feisty. He had to bear hug you from behind as you thrashed against him. You would have wanted nothing more than to claw this lady’s eyes out. God seemed to have her side since John was there to hold you back. He try’s to calm you down before the earth cracked from your anger.
“baby, you need to calm down. You’re only making the situation worse. So please just compose your self.” She was so lucky, so very lucky John was there or else worse would have happened. She gets up and goes to cover her face with one hand and the other pulling out her phone.
“Oh I’m calling the cops on y’all’s asses” she says with a slight laugh. ‘oh shit’ John thinks, but of course you had to pop out and tell her off. “Go ahead! Call them!” ‘Please don’t call the them’ John thinks with a sigh. He pulls you impossibly closer and speaks in your ear. “ baby, calm. The. Fuck. Down” he says very punctual with a stern and dominant growl. You had no choice but to comply and listen to him. “Go into the car, and stay out of it” how could you? What if this woman did something crazy? Not that your any better. You couldn’t think more before your thoughts were cut off with him speaking. “you’re not moving, but I remember telling you to go to the car, so maybe more your ass” he lets out in his caption voice that would have been sexy in different circumstances but right now you wanted nothing but to disobey and talk back. However, when he used his caption voice you knew to listen because he was going to figure it out. So you walk to the passenger side and open the door and shame it shut, not meaning to but you can’t take it back. John shoots you a stern mug meaning he was going to deal with you later, but probably not ways you wanted. As you sat in the car you could see John trying to reconcile with her.
Jesus, this was not his idea of a date. But look where we are.
“Ma’am please don’t call them” he all but begs from the lady. He was most definitely going to have to give his kidney so the red and blue weren’t called. An idea comes to his mind. “Is there anything I could do for you? Anything, please” she looks at him and spits at his shoes. “ why the fuck would I want anything to do with yall!? You damn fucking wife just punched me!” Yeah there goes that idea, god damn this really made him never want to drive again. He was mad. But didn’t know who to get mad at. You? Her? Himself? Well you were only trying to defend him..maybe not in the best ways, but it’s the thought that counts…right? And he didn’t see her and most definitely wouldn’t have cut her off on purpose. Then the lady just scoffs. John looks up from his feet and sees the lady walking back to her car. “ you know what, fuck y’all I really don’t wanna do this right now, but karma is a bitch” she says before she gets in her car and skirts off. John stands there absorbing what just happened. Did she really just drive off? After the whole scene his wife and her made? He didn’t question it any longer. All he needed to do was count his blessings. He lets out a deep breath he didn’t know he was holding. He walks back to the car and gets in. Safe to say it was a quiet drive home.