More drabble. Somewhat explicit.

The entire back of the limo looked like a closet exploded; John's suit thrown every which way and Leesie's new dress rumpled and ruined. Neither seemed to care, too lost in each other.

Her breath hitched as she came to her release, crying out John's name in ecstasy. Sweat slicked her skin, goosebumps raised along her arms as her chest heaved. In mere seconds after her, she felt John fall against her, his breath tickling her neck.

"John." she whispered hoarsely, running her fingers through his short hair.

He lifted his head, resting his forehead against hers and smiled.

'Diiimples.'