#smfdr

     I screamed out in delight as I ran around the kitchen, desperately trying to avoid John at all costs. “Aww! C’mon Babe, stop running from me!” John called out with a laugh as he was tailing behind me. “No way! You’re all wet and I just got dressed from my shower!” I exclaimed as I sped up. “But it’s your fault that I’m all wet! You’re the one who poured a whole pot of water on me.” He remarked, swatting his arms out in an attempt to catch me.

     I made a quick turn to start running circles around the island, narrowly avoiding the bar stools. I might as well childishly play “cat and mouse” around the island. “Yeah! And you’re damn lucky that I had just filled it up with water to put on the stove and that it wasn’t just coming off of the stove. You’ve really got to stop sneaking up on me John!” I shouted as I slightly slipped in my socks as I turned once again. The only response I got was a laugh.

     I squealed as I was pulled back into a wet an embrace. “Haha! You’re mine now!” John cheered before giving me a very sloppy and, unfortunately, wet kiss on my cheek. “Aww, John, gross. That kiss was wet and sloppy.” I groaned, lifting a hand to my cheek to wipe away the slobber. He laughed then kissed my cheek again, this time much dryer. “That better?” He asked in a teasing tone. “Much.”

     “-And then he had the audacity to say I was unfaithful.-” John huffed as my great-aunt Gertrude kept rambling on. I could tell he was getting impatient and just wanted the conversation to end, and to be completely honest I was hoping it’d end soon too. As much as I love my great-aunt she just never seemed to know when to stop talking.

     I was really starting to regret coming to this family reunion. I probably should have just listened to John and stayed in bed with him for the day, texting my mom to say that we wouldn’t be able to make it. He didn’t really have a problem with my family, actually my family loved him and he loved them back, but when he found out my great-aunt Gertrude would be here he didn’t want to come. I insisted that we had to come though. Oh, why did I insist on coming?

     John slightly tightened his grip on my waist with his one arm and swayed to his other foot, pulling me away but not by much. This was just another one of his silent ways of telling me to find a way to end the conversation and leave. “That’s just terrible but I’m afraid-” I started only to be suddenly cut off, although this time it wasn’t by my great-aunt. No, it was by John himself, which I found unusual seeing as he wanted me to end the conversation. What I found even more unusual though was how he cut me off. He decided to suddenly kiss me right on my lips. The kiss lasted only a moment though, it was barely even able to be considered a peck.

     Great-aunt Gertrude’s eyes went wide for a moment before going back to their normal size, only this time with a mischievous twinkle. “I think I simply must be going now. After all, it appears someone else wants your attention as of now.” She said with a wink before walking off towards one of my brothers, surely to talk his ear off.

     “What was that about?” I curiously asked, turning around in his embrace, wrapping my arms around his neck. John chuckled a bit before locking eyes with me. “Well, as your great-aunt said, I wanted your attention. Not to mention that I was getting quite done with her gabbing.” He snickered before swooping down to steal another kiss. 

     “I love you so much.” I murmured, just barely pulling away from the long passionate kiss John and I shared. “I love you even more.” He mumbled back, his smooth lips ghosting over mine. “Don’t even start, we’re not childishly fighting over who loves the other more right now.” I whispered, opening my eyes, which I had kept closed, to playfully glare at my lover. John chuckled a bit at the statement, his hot breath tumbling over my cheeks. “Yeah, that’s for another time.” He replied, his tone teasing. I rolled my eyes before moving my arms around his neck once more. “Just shut up and kiss me again.”

     Hovering over my relaxing boyfriend who was on the couch, I smiled down at him. Leaning down, I kissed the tip of his nose then both of his freckled cheeks. A few giggles erupted past John’s lips as he opened his eyes and gazed up into mine. “What’s so funny?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “Nothing really, it’s just that your hair tickles.” He said with a grin. Right, for once I’m wearing my hair down. “Really?” I questioned, feeling a smirk grow on my lips. “Yes?” He said suspiciously, but it sounded more like a question. I leaned down a bit more and rubbed my nose against his, letting my bangs drag across his cheeks. John giggled a bit more before moving his head to kiss my lips.

     “I love you, (Y/n).”