Chapter 26

He lay there watching her sleep and was glad she'd dozed off. She'd missed the stereo rendition of Fight and Make up, the Mel and Richie version. Jesus those two were fuckin' loud. With a gentle hand he reached over, brushed the curly gold strands from her face and placed a gentle kiss on the side of her lips.

His eyes lifted to the poster and sighed. She was a fan and that complicated things. Fans, they only saw the face or the music, rarely interested in the guy beyond it. Hell she hadn't even really talked to him yet. It had all been about Mel or Richie. That spoke volumes to him, but he was still interested enough to give her a chance. it was still new to them both.

He shifted as his cock made its presence known. Hell it would be so easy to bury himself in her and get rid of the tightness, but he couldn't do that. Not yet.

She stirred at the light touch of his lips and turned into him. Not quite coming fully awake she whispered his name and shifted to cocoon herself closer to him.

His arms wrapped around her as he shifted her closer, his head dropping to rest on hers. Dammit why didn't he just wake her up and drive into her? Because Richie would stomp his ass that’s why. God damn, he just had to see the nut’s sister and think she was cute.

She silently opened her eyes and watched him. His eyes were unreadable, so many emotions flickered thru them. Want, regret, anger, fright? She couldn't tell but his brow was furrowed and he looked anything but relaxed. She wished she knew how to talk to him, but guys were such a mystery to her and her experience with the male population being quite low, she was floundering in doubt.

She moved slowly reaching up to brush her fingertips over his chin to his lips softly, "hey...... you ok?"

He blinked before tilting his head into her gentle touch. "Yeah precious, I'm Ok. Have a good nap?"

She nodded "Where were you?" she asked. He'd seemed so far away, maybe even a bit sad.

He winced as the wall shook slightly, and before he could get a word out he heard the soft tell tale thumps. "Fuck."

He shifted slightly and pulled her closer. "Mostly I just watched you sleep Lil Bit. Your nose wiggles when you dream did you know that?"

She laughed "It does?"

He pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose. "Mmhmm. It does." He floundered for a moment, his need warring with his good intentions. "You tend to mumble too."

Shannon giggled and searched for his hand, finding it she laced her fingers with his. "No I don't!" She stared at him shyly. He was so tender, so sweet but he gave nothing of his deeper feelings away. Maybe that’s how it was supposed to be, maybe she needed to pull back this incredible feeling of connection, of warmth but she didn't know how.

"How long....." She looked away for a moment hoping her face didn't betray her. "How long are you home for?"

His sigh was low and grumbly, "Just two or three more days. Then we're fuckin’ on the road for months." And that was in and of itself the problem. He couldn't do what he wanted then leave her. She wasn't a groupie, and definitely not the momentary fling type. She was a hometown girl, something to cherish. "I mean we do have a day off here and there, but they are fuckin' rare."

"Months......" it hit her full force how hard it must be to be him; to leave everything behind, no chance to really start something new, barely a moment to reorient yourself before being back in the grind. She couldn't imagine. "Well... I... I guess it's a good thing you have your best friends right there with you then?" She released his hand and softly slid her palm up his side, over his shoulder. His skin was so tan so smooth his body against hers so hard, it fascinated her. She ran her palms down the fur on his chest pausing to flick her thumb in a circle over a nipple.

He wanted to tell her to stop but didn't; her little hand was making him crazy. "Well, its not but so boring around them."

"Do you like it though?" She asked as she leaned her head in to take a taste where her thumb had been a second before. Her hand slid along his side playing lightly over the skin above the waist of his pants.

His head thudded back against the pillow as her little hand teased him. "Oh yeah, I like it a lot."

She slipped the tips of her fingers under the band and tentatively grazed the skin there. She wanted to touch him, she wanted to see all of him; she wanted more than he'd given her yet, she wanted all of him but the innocence in her wouldn't allow her to ask. She trailed light kisses down the center of his torso to his belly button, her breath teasing his skin.

His hands slid into her curly golden locks and tightened holding her at his belly. God that hot moist breath of hers was making him insane. He closed his eyes and kept his voice soft. "Oh yeah, Lil Bit. That’s nice."

Her tongue darted out and tasted the light saltiness of his skin as she traced a path back up to his lips, brushing against them gently. Her hand bravely dipped lower into his pants and flitted softly over his hardness, her touch a light unskilled caress back and forth.

He groaned and forced himself to stay still. Shit if the innocent moves weren't dealing major damage to his intentions on waiting. He pressed his lips to hers as his hand slid his zipper down, then curved over her hand, showing her by touch exactly how to touch him.

Her eyes widened when she curled her fingers around him. He was hard as steel yet smooth as silk and thick, so thick. Her breath quickened and the place between her thighs twitched as she moved her hand over him all the while nibbling his neck and flicking his skin with her dainty tongue

He couldn't stop the sudden movement of his hips as he bucked upwards to the feel of her soft fingers. Shit if she wasn't... Hell just the right amount of pressure, the stroke god damn just the right speed. A groan bubbled up in his throat as he laid there, her inquisitive lips and hands moving over each inch of him.

His eyes closed and it hit him. She was exploring him curiously, learning him by touch and taste and fuck him if it didn’t feel good.

She watched as his eyes closed and his face contorted the merest bit, she guessed he was close to feeling just the way she did when she went over the edge. Instinct told her to speed up her strokes and as she did as his hips bucked. It felt nice to make him feel as good as she had felt when he touched her.

He grunted as she sped up, fuck she sped up. HE didn't want her to stop, didn’t want to make a mess of her bed either. "Gimme your shirt babe; hell something, anything. Fast."

He felt it bubbling just under his skin, that rising moment when he always exploded. Jesus, like a kid the first time, her dainty hands were destroying him, and all she was doing was exploring.

She was confused but with her free hand grabbed her shirt from beside him somehow managing to not break the pace

Hips flexed, his throat groaned even as his hand settled the shirt around her hands, catching her hand and the release that flooded through him. "Damnnnnnnnnnn."

She felt the warmth spurting from him, the twitching sticky result of what she'd done. She felt wicked, she felt satisfied, and hoped she done things right. She wanted so bad to make him happy, make him feel just as good as he made her feel.

He shuddered as his hand moved to wipe the fluids from his body and her hand before tossing the shirt to the floor and pulling her up. His lips touched down on hers feather light as he struggled for a breath. "Thank you."

"Your welcome?" she said quietly

He chuckled and pulled her close, his head turning to watch her face. "Whatcha thinking precious?"
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She couldn't tell him what she was thinking. She couldn't tell him she wished he didn't have to leave so soon. She wished if he had to leave she could go with him. She wished he would just talk to her. She wished, hell she wished for the impossible. No matter what he was or who he was and always would be, she was just Shannon.

"Just... thinking, I......I'm glad we moved here."

He pulled her in close and settled against her, his eyes closing. "Yeah well I think I'm glad of that too. Even if your crazy sister isn’t."