go forth and have no fear

It’s late. Like, super late. The kind of late that means John, even in his state, would not be letting you go home. Whether that be walking, driving or training. Nope, nope and nope. You’re staying here. In his apartment. Safe. And the state John’s in? You’d been giggling for the last few hours.

When it was just the two of you in his tiny apartment, something he’d been so proud to show you. It was entirely his. And he happily shared it with you. The cozy atmosphere only amplifying the safety and warmth between the two of you. John Carter felt okay to drink perhaps a….. little, over his limit. Nothing too far, just enough that he was a little looser than he should be around most people.

But you aren’t most people. No. Fuck no. You’re his star. His nurse. God when Doug had stolen you for three hours Carter hadn’t been able to think straight. Benton had noticed. Everyone had noticed. He had continuously been looking over his shoulder looking for you. Ignoring the satisfaction and happiness he felt when you had joined his side. As if you were the oxygen his lungs so desperately needed.

That night John had laid in bed. You had a date (which, luckily for him, was terrible) and he was alone. He didn’t need to be alone, no. The amount of numbers stuffed into his white coat pocket was vast. But none of them mattered to him.

That’s when John realised, he was fucked. None of those women mattered to him because they weren’t you. You were all he wanted.

Even now, the moonlight hugging around your silhouette on his sofa. In his apartment. The one that was so terribly cramped but it was a two minute walk from yours and that was all that mattered. Fuck were you a goddess?

“S’pretty,” John mumbled, hand going up to graze the soft skin of your cheek. The tip of his latest bottle pressed somewhat against his lips.

You just laughed, tucking a strand behind your ear. John was always so sweet, so caring. When you’d first become friends you’d allowed yourself to think that it could all mean something more. But after years of waiting your heart had begun to falter.

Pouting at your cute laugh, he shook his head. “Mean it. Prettiest girl I know.” A grin erupting on his face as you nodded, accepting that to disagree would only upset him.

“One of the many reasons I like you.”

Then there’s silence. Trying to comprehend what John had just said. How his eyes lit up at the sight of your small smile, “You like me?” It was the softest of questions, the kind that melted both hearts.

And all John Carter the third could do was nod stupidly. All grins as he watched you finally understand. His eyes falling to your lips for a split second before shaking his head. “Yeah, I like you. A lot. And I want to kiss you, when we’re both sober.”

A sigh left your lips, always the gentle.

“You’re seriously going to make me wait?”

“Trust me, I’ve been waiting so long. Forgive me for wanting one more evening..” He rolled his eyes, hand cupping your face. Thumb running against your bottom lip. Teasing. Evil he was. “Now you take the bed, and I’ll stay here.”