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Jezebel: Booty

Setting: the lodge (a couple of days after the Lust chapter)

Jezebel was sitting at John's desk; she kept glancing at the clock, wondering when John would be back from the pub. He had gone most likely in hopes of getting the memory of their latest case out of his head via drinking his troubles away. It was around 3:00 in the morning, when the front door to the lodge burst wide open. It was John.

Drunk beyond belief, John was singing a song he most likely heard while sat at the bar.

"John! What time do you fucking call this?!"Jezebel stood up from her current seat, worry clear on her face.

"Yer know, yer really cute when you're angry..." John gave her a half smile; he stumbled toward her.

"Then I must be fucking adorable, 'cause I'm furious! John, I was worried sick. I was worried something happened to you!" With her hands on hips, she told him; she started walking to the kitchen.

"Well, nothing did; did it?" John tried looking at her butt, only for her to turn around;.he tried pulling an innocent face.

A weirded out/ angry expression her face, she asked, "John, were you trying to look at my ass?"

John innocently responded with a lopsided smile, "Maybe..."

Jezebel shook her head, as she went back to what she wass doing; she was looking for a cure for what could help John with his hangover which would most likely occur when he sobered up. John smirked, approaching behind her. He grabbed for her waist, pulling her closer to him.

"No, John... You are drunk as fuck. I'm gonna give you some water and my banana and kiwi smoothie, before you go to bed..." Jezebel, slightly annoyed, batted his arms away.

In a whiny tone, John moaned, "But, I'm not tired!"

Due to being drunk, he slowly sunk down; meaning his face went down her back, and ended up on her backside, his cheek pressed against her butt.

Jezebel frowned, "John, let go."

"No, my booty!" John's grip tightened on her; he ended up falling asleep, still with his arms around her.

"See, I knew you were tired." Jezebel sighed, unwrapping his arms, "C'mon, let's get you to bed." 

She threw one of his arms around her shoulder. She struggled to pull John to the couch.

"You weigh a lot more than you look." She puffed; she pulled the blanket over him, making sure he was on his side, "Goodnight, John." She smiles as she gave a quick kiss on his cheek, before she went to bed herself beside him. He smiled in his sleep at her kiss.