The first bag only contained pants and Dawn put it back down looking for the bag with shirts. She emptied it on the table. Some black shirts without sleeves and some leather vests. The new leather vests she made Jon try on. He stood up, took his shirt off and put on the new ones making sure they did fit.
Dawn held out a leather hooded vest for him and he pulled it over his shirt. The vest had no sleeves and had some brown details; he liked the hoody on it and put it on.
“Looks nice.” Melody said, looking at his new vest.
“Just nice?”
“It looks really good. I like it.” She smiled back.
Jon smiled back at her, glad she felt better. He took it off again and handed it to Dawn who folded it up again and put it on the stack with shirts. She held out the next one for him, he took it from her and held it in front of him, looking at the vest. “I don’t like it.” He finally said when he was done looking at it, he looked at Dawn.
“What’s wrong with it?” She wondered.
“I have the same thing in black, I could just wear that.” He liked the black vest he had, this one was dark brown leather, and he liked the black one better. He had worn it earlier in the tour but he hadn’t yet this year. He gave it back without putting it on.
“You need enough outfits. I’ll add the other one instead then.”
“I could just wear a t-shirt when there’s not enough outfits.” T-shirts were good enough in his opinion, occasionally a buttoned shirt.
“You have to dress stage appropriately.” Dawn insisted. She handed over some more clothes.
Jon didn’t complain any further and changed his shirt every time Dawn gave him something else. Melody loved the view of it, she got to see him half naked and in amazing clothes. It was just impossible for him to look bad in something she though when they finished.
He had liked everything he had put on and they finished their fashion show.
It was almost two hours after noon and Dawn got her bags together again and said goodbye.
Jon had thrown out the eggs in the kitchen and made toast for lunch. “So what else do we do today?” He asked Melody, he sat across from her at the table.
Melody shrugged, she had no idea what to do. She had a day off and would love to spend it like a day off. The weather finally started to get nicer and the sun was shining today.
They finished their lunch and Jon remembered something he had said. “I should show you the terrace now the weather is nicer.” He walked to the living room, opened the French doors and walked outside, Melody right behind him. He was right the view outside was amazing too; she walked over to the side, looking over the enclosure and realized how far she could see, it was beautiful. Jon sat down on one of the lounge chairs and watched Melody. A soft wind had picked up and her long brown hair, he was sure it would smell like coconuts, flew around the back of her head. When she turned around to join him, the wind threw her hair back and she looked gorgeous like that. A smiled curled at her lips when she walked closer to him and sat down in a chair next to him.
“You’re right, it’s beautiful.” The smile still on her lips. He was glad one had returned. She looked around again and lay back on the chair, looking at the sky.
He reached over to hold her hand that was resting on the arm rest and slowly stroked her hand with his thumb.
She could sense he was still worried about her, she couldn’t blame him but she really was ok now. She just hadn’t thought of her sister in years and thought the memory was far enough back in her memory. She knew she shouldn’t leave it there and try to process it so she could leave it behind her.
He noticed her pensive look and just knew what she was thinking. “It wasn’t your fault. You have to stop blaming yourself.”
Melody bit her lip. How did he know what she was thinking? “I should have been taking care of her.”
“You did, you tried to get home on time, safely. It was the other guy that wasn’t save, it’s his fault, you couldn’t have stopped that.
Melody just nodded. “I wasn’t a very good sister, she died on my watch.”
“You couldn’t have done anything. Don’t blame yourself, blame the other guy.”
“I’d love to.” She whispered, how could she even do that? The cops never found him and he never got punished for it. “How?”
“You’re at the top of a building, scream, yell, nobody will hear you.” He said as he sat up. He liked his idea. She could yell and let out all the anger she felt about it. Standing up, he pulled her up with him and pulled her back to the ledge where she had been standing looking over the city before. “Scream.” He said, Melody wasn’t sure about his idea. “If he was right here what would you say?” He encouraged her, he was sure it would help.
“Fucking piece of fuck.” She said.
“Louder, he can’t hear you.”
She said it again, a bit louder.
“He’s somewhere out there, far away.” He gestured with his arm how big the city was and how far away he could be.
“Fucking piece of fuck!” She yelled out loud.
“Which fucking piece of fuck?” He kept encouraging her, he wanted all her anger out of her.
“The asshole that killed my little sister! My little sister!” She yelled out again, her voice getting forceful and angry. The wind only empathising her screams.
“Who killed Lucy?” He asked, hoping she would say the right answer this time.
“That fucking piece of fuck!” Tears started to well up in her eyes again but she was laughing. She felt relieved, he was right, she knew he was. She couldn’t have helped it. A weight fell from her shoulders when she finally let go of it.
“Who didn’t?” He asked softly.
“I didn’t.” She whispered and slid down to sit on the tiles and leaned against the small brick wall.
Jon sat down next to her and wiped away her tears. He gave her a soft kiss. “I love you.” He said softly, stroking her jaw, his thumb to her chin. He softly pulled so her mouth dropped open and softly kissed her lips. Licking the outer lines of her soft lips before sliding his tongue inside her mouth, gently rubbing over her tongue.
He put his arm around her and pulled her closer. “I love you.” He repeated softly against her lips. He moved to her jaw, up to nibble her ear; he licked a trail back down to her neck, finding the spot between her neck and shoulder. The bite mark had faded. He kissed where he had bitten her the day before. The smell of her hair, of coconuts lingered in her neck, he inhaled deeply and moved to cup her breast, noticing she wasn’t wearing a bra under his t-shirt. He wanted to be closer to her and reached under the t-shirt to cup her boob again, he thumb and index finger rolling the already hardened tip.
Melody unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down the zipper, reaching in to hold his dick. He pulled away from her, wanting this to be about her. He pulled her shirt over her head and covered her nipple with his hot breath. Softly sucking and licking the outer lines of her nipple, he blew to dry up the wetness again. Shifting over to treat her other nipple the same way. Melody’s breathing was getting heavier as his hand found her curls and a finger slid through the wet folds between her legs. He let his finger slide inside of her while he reached his other hand to pull down her sweatpants. He bent his head and licked the top of her folds where he found that tight knot of nerves.
Gently licking, so she wouldn’t get too sensitive, he used his full tongue and made long strokes. Melody was going crazy with the sensation when he slid another finger inside, making her even crazier. “Jon!” He felt her shudder and held her hip with his free hand as she came. He softly kept licking as he pulled his fingers back out and sat up.
Melody couldn’t leave it at that, she wanted more; she wanted him deep inside her. Right there on the roof terrace, she wanted him. “I want you.” She said with lust in her eyes, she could see his eyes turn darker as she said it, turning him on.
As if he wasn’t hard enough yet. He slowly slid inside her, keeping the pace slow, as he thought she wanted. Melody pulled his face closer and kissed him, he started mimicking his motions down low with his tongue and made her go crazy again. “Faster Jon.” He did as he was ordered and started thrusting his hips faster; kissing her neck and shoulder again, he knew would make her go even more insane. Melody bucked up her chest into his, her nipples moving over his chest hair, bumping in the way of his nipples. Jon kicked up the speed a bit more when she did. He bent his head down and Melody felt his warm breath cover her nipple again. She felt shudders coming over her spine until her hips shuddered and she fell limp on the cold stone floor when her orgasm passed. Jon thrusted one more time and he shuddered his own orgasm.
Dawn held out a leather hooded vest for him and he pulled it over his shirt. The vest had no sleeves and had some brown details; he liked the hoody on it and put it on.
“Looks nice.” Melody said, looking at his new vest.
“Just nice?”
“It looks really good. I like it.” She smiled back.
Jon smiled back at her, glad she felt better. He took it off again and handed it to Dawn who folded it up again and put it on the stack with shirts. She held out the next one for him, he took it from her and held it in front of him, looking at the vest. “I don’t like it.” He finally said when he was done looking at it, he looked at Dawn.
“What’s wrong with it?” She wondered.
“I have the same thing in black, I could just wear that.” He liked the black vest he had, this one was dark brown leather, and he liked the black one better. He had worn it earlier in the tour but he hadn’t yet this year. He gave it back without putting it on.
“You need enough outfits. I’ll add the other one instead then.”
“I could just wear a t-shirt when there’s not enough outfits.” T-shirts were good enough in his opinion, occasionally a buttoned shirt.
“You have to dress stage appropriately.” Dawn insisted. She handed over some more clothes.
Jon didn’t complain any further and changed his shirt every time Dawn gave him something else. Melody loved the view of it, she got to see him half naked and in amazing clothes. It was just impossible for him to look bad in something she though when they finished.
He had liked everything he had put on and they finished their fashion show.
It was almost two hours after noon and Dawn got her bags together again and said goodbye.
Jon had thrown out the eggs in the kitchen and made toast for lunch. “So what else do we do today?” He asked Melody, he sat across from her at the table.
Melody shrugged, she had no idea what to do. She had a day off and would love to spend it like a day off. The weather finally started to get nicer and the sun was shining today.
They finished their lunch and Jon remembered something he had said. “I should show you the terrace now the weather is nicer.” He walked to the living room, opened the French doors and walked outside, Melody right behind him. He was right the view outside was amazing too; she walked over to the side, looking over the enclosure and realized how far she could see, it was beautiful. Jon sat down on one of the lounge chairs and watched Melody. A soft wind had picked up and her long brown hair, he was sure it would smell like coconuts, flew around the back of her head. When she turned around to join him, the wind threw her hair back and she looked gorgeous like that. A smiled curled at her lips when she walked closer to him and sat down in a chair next to him.
“You’re right, it’s beautiful.” The smile still on her lips. He was glad one had returned. She looked around again and lay back on the chair, looking at the sky.
He reached over to hold her hand that was resting on the arm rest and slowly stroked her hand with his thumb.
She could sense he was still worried about her, she couldn’t blame him but she really was ok now. She just hadn’t thought of her sister in years and thought the memory was far enough back in her memory. She knew she shouldn’t leave it there and try to process it so she could leave it behind her.
He noticed her pensive look and just knew what she was thinking. “It wasn’t your fault. You have to stop blaming yourself.”
Melody bit her lip. How did he know what she was thinking? “I should have been taking care of her.”
“You did, you tried to get home on time, safely. It was the other guy that wasn’t save, it’s his fault, you couldn’t have stopped that.
Melody just nodded. “I wasn’t a very good sister, she died on my watch.”
“You couldn’t have done anything. Don’t blame yourself, blame the other guy.”
“I’d love to.” She whispered, how could she even do that? The cops never found him and he never got punished for it. “How?”
“You’re at the top of a building, scream, yell, nobody will hear you.” He said as he sat up. He liked his idea. She could yell and let out all the anger she felt about it. Standing up, he pulled her up with him and pulled her back to the ledge where she had been standing looking over the city before. “Scream.” He said, Melody wasn’t sure about his idea. “If he was right here what would you say?” He encouraged her, he was sure it would help.
“Fucking piece of fuck.” She said.
“Louder, he can’t hear you.”
She said it again, a bit louder.
“He’s somewhere out there, far away.” He gestured with his arm how big the city was and how far away he could be.
“Fucking piece of fuck!” She yelled out loud.
“Which fucking piece of fuck?” He kept encouraging her, he wanted all her anger out of her.
“The asshole that killed my little sister! My little sister!” She yelled out again, her voice getting forceful and angry. The wind only empathising her screams.
“Who killed Lucy?” He asked, hoping she would say the right answer this time.
“That fucking piece of fuck!” Tears started to well up in her eyes again but she was laughing. She felt relieved, he was right, she knew he was. She couldn’t have helped it. A weight fell from her shoulders when she finally let go of it.
“Who didn’t?” He asked softly.
“I didn’t.” She whispered and slid down to sit on the tiles and leaned against the small brick wall.
Jon sat down next to her and wiped away her tears. He gave her a soft kiss. “I love you.” He said softly, stroking her jaw, his thumb to her chin. He softly pulled so her mouth dropped open and softly kissed her lips. Licking the outer lines of her soft lips before sliding his tongue inside her mouth, gently rubbing over her tongue.
He put his arm around her and pulled her closer. “I love you.” He repeated softly against her lips. He moved to her jaw, up to nibble her ear; he licked a trail back down to her neck, finding the spot between her neck and shoulder. The bite mark had faded. He kissed where he had bitten her the day before. The smell of her hair, of coconuts lingered in her neck, he inhaled deeply and moved to cup her breast, noticing she wasn’t wearing a bra under his t-shirt. He wanted to be closer to her and reached under the t-shirt to cup her boob again, he thumb and index finger rolling the already hardened tip.
Melody unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down the zipper, reaching in to hold his dick. He pulled away from her, wanting this to be about her. He pulled her shirt over her head and covered her nipple with his hot breath. Softly sucking and licking the outer lines of her nipple, he blew to dry up the wetness again. Shifting over to treat her other nipple the same way. Melody’s breathing was getting heavier as his hand found her curls and a finger slid through the wet folds between her legs. He let his finger slide inside of her while he reached his other hand to pull down her sweatpants. He bent his head and licked the top of her folds where he found that tight knot of nerves.
Gently licking, so she wouldn’t get too sensitive, he used his full tongue and made long strokes. Melody was going crazy with the sensation when he slid another finger inside, making her even crazier. “Jon!” He felt her shudder and held her hip with his free hand as she came. He softly kept licking as he pulled his fingers back out and sat up.
Melody couldn’t leave it at that, she wanted more; she wanted him deep inside her. Right there on the roof terrace, she wanted him. “I want you.” She said with lust in her eyes, she could see his eyes turn darker as she said it, turning him on.
As if he wasn’t hard enough yet. He slowly slid inside her, keeping the pace slow, as he thought she wanted. Melody pulled his face closer and kissed him, he started mimicking his motions down low with his tongue and made her go crazy again. “Faster Jon.” He did as he was ordered and started thrusting his hips faster; kissing her neck and shoulder again, he knew would make her go even more insane. Melody bucked up her chest into his, her nipples moving over his chest hair, bumping in the way of his nipples. Jon kicked up the speed a bit more when she did. He bent his head down and Melody felt his warm breath cover her nipple again. She felt shudders coming over her spine until her hips shuddered and she fell limp on the cold stone floor when her orgasm passed. Jon thrusted one more time and he shuddered his own orgasm.
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