Title: Fiery French
Characters: John Entwistle, Cady Townshend, Pete Townshend, and Marlene Richelieu
Word Count: 2902
Rating: NC-17 [alcohol, sex, language]
Warnings/Spoilers/Summary: John and Cady's joking around leads to a blow-up with his girlfriend. Valentine's Day 1971. Canon.



Even though they had known each other for quite some time, John felt himself completely unprepared for the holiday. It was not like he had never celebrated a Valentine’s Day before, but this one was somehow different. She was somehow different. This alone meant the holiday had to be something special, extra special even.

Perhaps the fact they had not yet had sex in months indicated that she was something else. She was his friend, best friend even, before they were lovers. He would not pressure her though. While they had fooled around enough for him to fantasize about her constantly, they had not actually been naked together for some time. He wondered what she was afraid of, but he did not push it. It would happen when it was right, or so Pete had convinced him.

At first, it had been weird talking with Pete about her, considering their history. However, as Pete was his best mate, eventually the two of them came to terms and John shared his life with Pete. It was not as if they were a pair of birds who sat around gossiping about their sex lives or anything; John merely sought Pete’s advice every now and then - which was precisely why he was headed to the guitarist’s house that afternoon.

Pulling into the driveway, John took a deep breath and looked up at the house. That was where all the magic had begun. He understood why Pete had been reticent in the beginning, but it was not like John had planned for things to happen as they had. The heart wanted what the heart wanted.

Entering the house a moment later, John inhaled deeply. He could tell she was there just by the slight scent of vanilla in the air. It made him smile instantly – even though it complicated things slightly. He wandered about the house, looking for both her and Pete, hoping to find them separately. His heart skipped a beat as he glanced into the library and saw her standing there, her back to him. Slipping in silently, he slipped his arms around her, his hands gently caressing her large belly.

His lips touched her ear, “Hello, love.”

Cady glanced over her shoulder at John and smiled, “Hey, sweetie.”

“What are you doing?” he asked, glancing at the spread of open magazines in front of the very pregnant woman, his chin resting on her shoulder.

“Trying to decide on a theme for the nursery. I don’t like it how it is now,” she answered.

“When are you going to tell Pete you’re moving in with me?” he asked, kissing her ear again.

Cady giggled, her right hand covering his and squeezing gently, “Perhaps once you tell your girlfriend the same thing.”

John glanced at the willowy brunette standing next to Cady, “Oh, ‘ello, love. Cady is moving in with me.”

“You had better do it before zee baby is born then,” she commented coolly.

He continued to rub Cady’s belly, “Pretty active today?”

She held his hand on the left side of her belly, “Right there. Feel his thundering?”

“Just like his daddy,” John commented, grinning.

Marlene’s dark eyes went to the bassist with that comment, her lips slightly parted. Watching her best friend and boyfriend continue their embrace, she began to buy into their charade. She knew Cady and John had always been close, but she had never once considered that they were that close. However, as she watched the two interact surprise was quickly overridden by jealousy. She had thought… she had thought…

John kissed her shoulder before pulling away, his eyes going to Marlene. The French woman’s eyes darkened and her body tensed. If Cady had not been there, she likely would have slapped him and screamed, but she did not want to upset the pregnant woman at all. However, had her best friend not been there, she probably would not have even known about John’s true feelings for the American. She could not believe… what she was seeing.

“Je ne peux pas vous croire. Vous êtes putain de merde. Coucher avec la femme de votre meilleur ami est impardonnable. Brûlez dans l'enfer, connard,” she hissed.

“What was that, love?” he asked, concern showing in his eyes. “I don’t really understand enough French to–”

“FUCK OFF,” she yelled and hurried out of the library.

John’s eyes went to Cady, “What the hell just happened here?”

“Well…” Cady glanced at the open door. “She just did not take our announcement well, but you did not actually think that she would.”

He blinked, “You mean she thought it was real?”

“Maybe enough of the truth lined the act that it seemed very real.”

“Fuck,” he muttered, turning on his heels. “I will be right back.”

Hurrying out into the hallway, he heard the front door slam. Knowing that at least she had not run to Pete with her ideas, John bolted towards the door. He stepped outside just as she started her car. Running over to the Frenchwoman’s car, he reached for the handle. Her perfectly manicured finger quickly depressed the lock.

“Come on,” he groaned. “Can we talk about this?”

She rolled down her window enough to hear him but not enough he could reach in at all, “Talk about what? Talk about zee fact you knocked up your best friend’s wife? Talk about zee fact you ’ave been dating me when you really wanted to be fucking her? What zee fuck do you want to talk about, John?”

His eyes held hers, “I can explain everything, but first you need to calm down and turn off the vehicle.”

“I will not! I will not allow you to humiliate me anymore!” her hand reached for the gearshift.

“Godammit, Marlene! Let me fucking explain,” he growled.

“Vat is zere to explain? Cady is carrying your child, not Pete’s. We are over,” she stared to roll up the window.

Pulling his fingers free before she smashed them in the window, he stepped back to protect his toes from being run over. Clearly she was not about to allow him to reason with her. All he could do was let her go. Maybe once she calmed down, they could discuss the matter at hand. If not… well he really did not want to think about that now. He remained standing in the road for a long moment after she squealed off. Taking a deep breath, John headed back into the house.

As he stepped inside, his eyes met Cady’s blue eyes. She questioned without saying a word. He frowned and shook his head.

Sighing she said, “I’ll give her a bit to calm down and then I’ll call her.”

“She thinks… she thinks the baby is mine,” he muttered as he approached her.

“Well it’s not. You and I both know that. Hell the night he was conceived you were fucking her,” Cady pointed out, reaching for his hand. “We’ll get this sorted out.

“Get what sorted out?” Pete’s voice sounded behind Cady as he stepped into the hallway, Audrey on his hip.

She glanced over her shoulder at her husband, smiling instantly at her daughter, “Marlene just thinks something that isn’t true.”

Pete sighed as he approached the two, “I don’t understand how your best friend could be so hot-headed, especially since she’s with this bloke who is anything but hot-headed.”

Releasing John’s hand, Cady turned and held her hands out for her daughter, “It’s just her nature, Pete.”

Handing over Audrey, he looked to John, “What did she get all upset about this time?”

“Don’t worry about it, mate,” he muttered, stepping around the family and heading towards the kitchen.

Cady instantly turned and followed him, speaking softly, “We have to tell Pete. If she comes to tell him in her wild-eyed freaking out persona, she’s going to freak him out too.”

“We don’t need to be planting ideas in his head,” John stated, pulling open a cupboard to retrieve a glass.

“Planting what ideas in my head?” Pete stepped into the kitchen just as his friend pulled out a bottle of whiskey from above the fridge.

Cady met his eyes, “Marlene wrongly thinks that the baby is John’s.”

John quickly downed his glass, refilled it, and handed it to Pete, “It’s not true, mate. I’ve never touched your wife.”

Pete looked at the glass for a long moment, “Why would she think that?”

“Because John hugged me and rubbed my belly for awhile,” she explained. “But you know he does that all the time.”

“And there may have been some flirting,” John added.

Pete quickly downed the glass before handing it back to his friend, “Did you sleep with my wife?”

“Never,” John answered, holding his gaze steady. “Not once.”

“Have you ever wanted to sleep with me wife?”

“Look at her, Pete!” he motioned to Cady. 

Pete glanced at his wife before returning his eyes back to his friend, “Question definitely still stands.”

“Wanting is not the same as doing,” John claimed.

Cady’s eyes widened slightly, “You have?”

His eyes went to hers, “You’re a very beautiful and sexy bird, Cady. You know you are. If you were not my best mate’s woman, yes, I would have made a move on you a long time ago. But you are, so that is not a line I would ever cross. For Pete’s and for our relationship’s sake. We’re best mates, but I love Marlene.”

“What?”

He sighed, “Of course I’ve wan–”

“No, not that part. You love Marlene?” she asked.

He smiled crookedly, “Yeah, I think I do.”

“Then what the hell are you doing here still? Go get in your bloody car and go after her,” Cady ordered. “Now.”

John looked at her for a moment, poured himself another whiskey, and quickly drank it. Leaving the glass in the sink, he nodded once at Cady, patted Pete on the shoulder, and hurried out of the house. He knew he would have to come to terms with Pete about what he had nearly confessed, but that would come later, much later. He had a fiery Frenchwoman to appease first.

Because he meant what he said: he loved her.



Leaning against the door to Marlene’s flat, he knocked yet again. He knew she was there, but she refused to open the door to him. She yelled at him in French for a while before going silent. As he had not understood much of what she screamed, he did not know why she was quiet at all. It worried him. If she did not open the door soon, he was going to kick it in. He had enough experience breaking down doors with Keith that John was confident this one would take no more than three kicks.

Just as he took a step back to do that, the door opened. Her dark eyes, reddened with tears, met his. Saying not a word, she let the door fall completely open and turned away from it. He quickly seized his chance and headed into the small flat, closing the door behind him. While he wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around her and kiss away all her fears, John was not entirely certain she would welcome that just yet. So instead, he sat in the armchair across from the sofa she sat on. She stared at him for a long moment before tears began to trickle down her cheeks once more.

“I cannot believe you would do zat to me, to Pete,” she muttered. “You are not zee man I zought you were, John.”

“I didn’t have sex with Cady,” he quickly blurted out. “Not once. Yes, we flirt. We havealways flirted, but it has never been more than that. The baby is certainly Pete’s. She is not moving in with me. She is not leaving Pete. We are merely friends. I don’t love her more than I do a best mate. It’s you I’m in love with.”

“But you said – wait. You love me?”

John quickly moved to sit next to her on the couch, his hands reaching for hers, “I know this is not the most ideal situation. I really wanted to… take you out and romance you properly. Hell the entire reason I was even at Pete and Cady’s was to ask their opinions on where to take you. And… well… to see what she thought of…”

“Thought of what?”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a slender, velvet box, “I was going to give it to you tomorrow night, but…”

Marlene accepted the box and cracked it open. Gasping her fingers reached in and picked up the sparkling diamond bracelet. John quickly swept away the box, setting it on the coffee table. He accepted the bracelet from her fingers and fastened it about her left wrist. Holding her hand for a moment, he lifted it to his mouth and kissed her palm softly.

“I love you, Marlene. Cady and I play… a lot. But you are my woman and she belongs to Pete. I want you. I want to be with you. I did not believe I could find love… ever. But I know in my soul, this is love,” he muttered softly. “I am sorry we upset you, very sorry. Please forgive my apologies.”

Her eyes searched his for a moment. Her left hand cupped his cheek and she quickly kissed him. Not about to push his luck, John leaned out of the kiss instead of deepening it. He looked down into her dark brown eyes and smiled slightly. Her eyes wavered slightly before looking away and focusing on the bracelet. It glittered and shimmered in the dim light of her apartment. As her eyes focused on the heart clasp, she truly believed what he had said. Moreover, she knew she returned the same feelings.

Eyes back on his, she spoke softly, “I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions. I know zat you and Cady are very close. Sometimes… sometimes I get jealous of it. But I believe when you say zere is nothing more between you zan friends. I… Je t’aime aussi.”

Understanding her French perfectly, John smiled. His fingers reached out for her, slipping around her back and pulling her close. Her eyes sparkled before she leaned forward and kissed him, her arms wrapping about his neck. Slowly she lay back on the sofa, pulling him down with her. They kissed deeply for a few moments, until John leaned up slightly to look down at his beautiful girlfriend. He had been around beautiful women before, even considered Cady one. However, the woman below him was the most exotic, exquisite beauty he had even seen. Her slightly wavy hair framed her face, dusting her shoulders. Her deep brown eyes looked lovingly up at him, framed with long, black eyelashes and perfectly sculpted, soft eyebrows. His eyes followed the graceful arch of her nose, settling on the beauty mark just below her left nostril. Leaning down he kissed that very mark before settling on her plump lips. His lips nibbled down her neck as his hands gently groped her breasts briefly.

“John,” she moaned, her fingers digging into his hair, “I want… I want you to fuck me.”

His eyes darted up to hers, “Oh, baby.”

“Hard. Right 'ere,” she purred, her fingers leaving his hair to pull up her skirt.

Glancing down and realizing she wore no panties at all, he groaned and quickly reached for his belt. His gaze remained focused on her sex while her fingers played with herself, making it difficult for him to get his pants undone quickly enough. Leaving her body, her hands reached for him, pulling on his cock as he wiggled his pants and shorts down. With her guidance, he thrust completely into her, burying his thick erection deeply in her body. She moaned, wrapping her right leg around his waist, her left leg dropping off the edge of the sofa.

“Baise-moi. Dur,” she groaned.

Though he did not really understand what she was saying, the way her body squeezed him was heaven. Quickly he thrust into her, his hands roughly squeezing her still-covered breasts. Their eyes locked as he pummeled her, feeling her ooze around his cock. She bit her lip and pressed her head back into the pillow beneath her. His hand went to her left shoulder, pressing her down as he thrust up.

“Juste comme ça,” she breathed.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned.

“Fuck me. Oh god. Mon amour,” Marlene growled, “your cock… mon dieu.”

With four more deep thrusts, lightning shot down his spine. Burying himself as deeply in her body as possible, he orgasmed. As he did not feel her body shudder around his, John kissed his girlfriend deeply, his hand slipping between them to rub her clitoris. With his cock still filling her with his seed, she began to tense. With a scream of his name bubbling out her lips, her sex clenched about his cock. Remaining in her as long as his body would allow, John slowly pulled up. His eyes glanced down at her body, watching his cock slip out of her.

“I love you, Marlene,” he muttered before leaning down for a kiss.

“I love you too, John,” she responded. “Now take me to zee bedroom and fuck me properly.”

“God, I love it when you talk dirty.”