#returns/returning

[companionjones]

Returns/Returning

Pairings: John B x Reader

Fandom: Outer Banks

Summary: This takes place when John B was in jail. The first time. You basically take Sarah’s place in this in that you are married to John B. Not everything is the same though.

Warnings: None that I can think of, John B moans once.

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    Just one day ago, you were in his arms. Now, John B was in jail, and he could possibly be executed. You felt like your heart had been ripped out of your chest.

    There was a quiet rap at your door. “Y/n?” It was JJ. “Y/n, can I please come in?”

    You slowly made your way to the door in John B’s bedroom.

    What JJ saw when the door opened broke his heart. “Aw, Y/n...” He quickly stepped forward and pulled you into a hug.

    “We’re married, JJ,” you reminded him, as if he could forget. “We’re married, and now he’s going to--”

    “Hey, don’t think like that.” JJ cut you off. “Everything’s going to be fine, Y/n. I promise.”

    “How can you know that?”

    JJ separated from you enough that he could look into your eyes. “Because I got a plan.”

    “A plan to what? Break John B out of prison?” you sarcastically and almost bitterly asked.

    JJ remained silent. He was still looking at you. It was obvious what he wasn’t saying.

    “No...” You backed away from him. “You’re crazy!”

    He just shrugged, “Hey, I’m no crazier than usual.”

    “JJ, I’m not going to lose you too!”

    He stepped forward and put his hands on your arms. “You’re not gonna lose me. I promise, okay? My plan is going to work. Now, come on. Let’s go tell the others.”

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    JJ’s plan did not, in fact, work. You weren’t surprised. But you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t nice to have some hope, even if it was for a little while.

    There was another soft knock at the door.

    You sat on John B’s bed, facing away from the door. “Please, JJ. Not now. I just need a little time alone. That’s all.”

    The door opened to reveal John B. “Well, this is my room, so...”

    You turned around, and the gasp you let out was almost silent. John B took a few hesitant steps into the room. You stood, but your knees buckled. John B caught you.

    “Whoa, there.”

    You looked up into his eyes like you were seeing the ocean for the first time. From there, you dragged him into a hug, then kissed him like your life depended on it.

    The kiss was only broken when the two of you desperately needed to breathe.

    John B was the first to speak. “I love you.”

    “I love you, too,” you relayed without hesitation.

    He went on, “I missed you so much.”

    You didn’t have a chance to respond because John B kissed you again. He backed you up til he fell on top of you on his bed.

    John B took your hands in his and put them above your head. He then cupped the sides of your face so he could deepen the kiss.

    Not to be out done, you hooked your leg around one of his, then copied John B by taking his face into your hands. Your hands couldn’t stop moving as you circled his neck with your arms, threading your fingers into his hair with one of your hands.

    John B moaned--he always liked when you played with his hair--but then he broke the kiss. “Trust me, I’d like nothing more than to continue this, but Pope, JJ, and Kie are out in the Twinkie right now--”

    You just laughed.

    John B kissed your cheek. “I think we should go.”

    “Okay,” you smiled at him, then kissed him once, then a second time for a little longer. You then jokingly scolded, “Get off of me, you big lug!”

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