A/N: I did this to break away from the actual game. Also, spikey demon Warrior Johnny as singer has something fantastic about him. Deal with it, m'kay?

Guitar Hero, Warrior Johnny, the songs referenced and such all belong to somebody else. Khira belongs to me because I made her up more than ten years ago. :)

Please R/R! I love you guys!

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This was the typical setup for live play. The vocalist, Johnny was like a god, but looked like a demon, covered in spikes and dressed up in leather. The bassist, Christian was a young man who looked like an ex-military gone punk: Short, dark hair, a five-o'clock shadow, dark jeans and a leather jacket, black and blue demon's wings jutting from his shoulderblades. The drummer, Pandora was a young woman with long, white hair and fair skin, adorned in spiderweb print clothing and tattoos.

Then there was Khira, the lead guitarist. She dressed the part well enough, adorned in studs and leather, spikes in all the traditional places, combat boots, the whole nine. She loved the music. But outside of the band, off the stage, she was really very normal - at least outwardly, her plain, brown hair falling undone over her shoulders, her glasses set on her face. The only thing remotely "rock" about her appearance was the fangs she'd had put in much earlier in her 26 years.

The crowd thrashed and writhed like a singular living being when the band performed their set. There is something about being onstage in front of thousands of people that can't help but energize her. Johnny may be the head man, may play to the crowd, but the band as a whole was a force of nature. When Khira picks up her axe and shreds, it's as though time stands still and nothing else exists. Simply put, she was born to play.

But that isn't why she decided to join the band. Not entirely. No, her main reason was far more basic than the love of music.

Watching Johnny perform on stage excited her. It excited her even in the moment, when she should pay attention to her playing, but muscle memory was good. She allowed herself to become mesmerized as they covered "Uprising" by Muse. Her pulse elevated when they played "Blue Monday" by Orgy, watching him move like a serpent. She smirked and laughed inwardly when they performed "The Dope Show" by Marilyn Manson when he may as well have been a stripper. Finally, they ended with "Fascination Street" by The Cure, and Khira had to white-knuckle grip her guitar between notes as the song's lyrics put images in her head.

The last whining note echoed through the amphitheater and the crowd went insane. Pandora tossed her drum sticks out to the mosh pit, and like animals they snatched at them. Khira swiped her tongue against the back of her teeth and smiled wickedly at the spectacle. Like a true showman, Christian extended his wings and gestured favorably to the crowd, earning another surge of adulation. Johnny bowed deeply, letting his bright white mohawk touch the stage before rising again, his glowing orange eyes showing the mirth they always do. Khira dipped her head and waved humbly, then turned and followed her bandmates offstage, handing a roadie her guitar on the way out.

Backstage was a corridor which led to a few other rooms. Her pulse still racing, Khira found the lounge, grabbed a drink and crashed backwards onto the plush couch. Her head sank back onto the cushions and she closed her eyes, smiling, allowing herself to relax.

"Great set today, woman," Christian's voice pierced through the relaxing fog. Khira opened one eye lazily, then inclined her head forward. The winged man was opening his own drink and sat in a cushioned chair in the corner. "Did you see that crowd out there? They went nuts!"

Khira chuckled. "They always do."

Christian sucked in a breath between fanged teeth. "Not always like that, they don't. I think I saw some people get taken out of here on stretchers. I think one guy had a sheet on him!" He smiled mischievously as Khira choked on her own laugh.

"Morbid much?" She wiped her eyes, giggling.

"Always!" He flashed a grin. "Seriously, though. What happened up there?"

"What do you mean?"

Baffled, Christian leaned forward. "What do I mean? Are you joking? Can't see the forest through the trees, can you?" At Khira's quizzical look, he raised his hands up defensively. "Alright, let me put it like this. During your solos, all eyes were on you. All of them. The crowd, the crew, the cameras... Even us."

Her bones chilled.

"It's a good thing! Relax, kid, it isn't like everyone was watching you because you bombed the set."

"Oh good," she said without relief. "I was just so hoping that wasn't the case." She chuckled. "Come on, Christian, I'm no Steve Vai. Nobody cares that much for the guitar."

"No," agreed the bassist, "but for the moment they did." He took another pull on his drink and sighed. "Was it the set list? The music may have changed me, Johnny and Pandora outwardly, but ever since CBGB's, something's gotten into you."

"I wish," mumbled Khira without thinking.

Christian laughed aloud. shaking her out of her moment and causing her to realize her vocalization. "Now what's that supposed to mean? It's the wings, isn't it? Jealous?" He nudged Khira on the arm with a bony wing finger.

"Maybe," Khira exaggerated, pathetically tried to use that decoy, her brilliant grin sending off bad-liar vibes anybody could pick up on.

"Look," Christian said, getting serious for a moment. "If I could get the kinds of reactions you did today, I'd trade that for these vestigial props any day." He smiled at Khira's resigned chuckle and bumped her again with a wing bone. "See? There is a positive side! Just gotta look for it." He stood and stretched, bones popping in his spine. "Ahh. Well, now that that heart-to-heart is over, what's really bothering you?"

Khira opened her mouth to speak, but Pandora walked in, twirling her new drum sticks as she often did after sacrificing the old ones to the crowd, as a sort of ritual. Khira's eyes darted back and forth as Christian greeted his love, though in her mental panic Khira had failed to notice that they had left. As if her head was underwater she had heard Christian say something about catching her later at the afterparty.

"So what is really bothering you?" Khira grit her teeth and closed her eyes. At the other side of the room by the fridge, the green smoky remnants of teleportation surrounded Johnny, who had leaned on the counter and inclined his head as if expecting an answer. "It isn't that you didn't change along with the rest of us, is it?"

"Nope," Khira popped the 'p' in that word. "I'm not that petty."

"No, you're not," agreed the vocalist. "But something is clearly on your mind. You aren't going to freak out and start taking us out with your axe, are you?" His orange eyes narrowed as he grinned wickedly.

Khira shot a look at the man-demon in front of her and smirked. "You never know. Who knows, maybe you're indestructible after the change? How tough is your skin exactly?"

Her Puckish smile faltered when Johnny pushed himself up from the counter and took a few steps towards the guitar player. "Khira," he said in a sort of play-mocking tone, "my skin has spikes sticking right up out of it." Even though she knew that, she still stole a glance at his shoulders and forearms, then closed her eyes for just a short moment. "I think I can handle getting bludgeoned with your guitar, no matter how well you play it."

"Guitar?" She peered at him and stood from the couch as Johnny had made the attempt at towering over her, "I though we were talking about axes?" As she arose from the couch, she was surprised to find that, even when she stood, Johnny was nearly a full head taller than her. Time seemed to stand still when she mock-glared at him, her mischievous smile belying the tension.

Johnny took in a breath, paused, then spoke casually. "You know that sensation you get around people? Sometimes pleasant, sometimes enraging, but always tense?" Khira furrowed her brow, but nodded. "Well. I can see it. I can smell it and feel it."

Khira felt exposed, but held her ground. "This something you haven't shared with the rest of the class?"

"Nope," Johnny shook his head. "You know how Christian hates prying eyes, and Pandora.. I mean, come on, she loves her privacy. If they knew I could, for lack of a better word, 'read' them, they would be pissed off!"

"And, why tell me this?"

"Because it was overwhelming today from you." Johnny hissed and grabbed Khira's wrist. Khira didn't flinch, but her breath did catch in her throat. Her heart slammed against her ribs. The more composed she made herself, the harder it was for her to keep herself outwardly calm. Here, gripping her wrist, staring her down was the reason. "Because it has not subsided since leaving the stage over an hour ago, and because," he paused a moment, "it's gotten stronger since I got here only a moment ago." He lifted Khira's wrist to eye level. "I don't need to feel your pulse to know it's out of control. Hell, I think even Axel would be able to hear it, and he's undead now!"

"What's your point?" Khira bit off the sentence, jerked her wrist free, became irritated with this winding path to whatever Johnny's point happened to be. There was still a chance he hadn't found her out, and she was sick of hanging.

Upon her release, Johnny growled and stepped ever closer to his bandmate, glowering down at her, the tips of his mohawk reaching up above Khira's head. "The thing is," he said, his voice edgy, slowly inching forward, "it isn't a bad sensation. Strong, but not bad." He sighed inaudibly when his torso pressed flush against Khira who stood, almost shaking, her eyes closing briefly. "Intoxicating."

Setting her jaw, Khira forced herself to look at Johnny, though her vision was blurry around the edges, her breath coming in short, soft, shaky bursts. "It takes quite a lot to get you drunk, Johnny," she chuckled. "Even pre-change, Axel had a hell of a time trying to keep up."

"I know," he smirked. "Poor bastard had to be carried back to bed." His eyes flashed with something not quite identifiable by Khira. "But that sort of energy you were putting off today floored everyone. Everyone. Even Pandora nearly lost her beat for a moment, but after that shock, I mean..." He sighed again and chuckled. "My point is, something happened to you. It's been building over these last few months. Since the change, I mean." He peered at Khira.

"Yes, I guess it has," she shivered involuntarily as his body moved with the chuckle. She smirked and swiped her tongue over her teeth quickly. "Johnny, I may look plain once all the rock gear is taken away, but," she snarled and leaned upwards, pressing her frame against his, "my tastes are far from it."

"Clearly!" Johnny smirked as finally Khira began to emerge from her maddening shyness. He allowed his hands to creep up her sides. "You would think post-change I'd have repulsed most women."

"You'd think," she repeated. "Personally? I prefer this to pre-change Johnny," she ran a hand gingerly down his spiked forearm, delighting in the sensation.

Johnny's grin nearly split his face in two. "You do have strange tastes," he chided, grasping Khira's sides firmly and spiriting them away to a more private place.

Khira had blinked and was suddenly in her own hotel room. What's more, she was briefly disoriented, having only a second before had Johnny standing in front of her. Before she could look around, a force grasped her from behind, pushing her forward and firmly against a wall. A leather-clad grey-green hand anchored itself on the wall next to Khira, who had panicked briefly until recognizing that hand. Johnny growled gutturally near Khira's ear as he pressed against her, pinning her to the wall.

Khira chuckled darkly. If ever there was another shred of shyness, it burned away with that one action. She shuddered as the other hand ran down her thigh, then up over her hip, resting there and holding Khira in place as Johnny ground hard against her, eliciting a groan from the man-demon and a soft gasp from the woman.

In a sudden motion, Khira felt herself being pressed hard against the wall, then pried from it and pulled against Johnny's form. He chuckled darkly at the woman as she writhed against him. "Eager?" He grazed his lips gently against her shoulder and the crook of her neck, belying the violent, lustful instincts just below the surface for both of them.

"Seems I'm not the only one," she growled, pressing her butt against him, feeling his 'eagerness.'

"No, you're definitely right about that," he wrapped his arms possessively around her at the waist and shoulders, then lightly bit the side of her neck. Khira sucked a breath through her teeth, every fiber of her being screaming at her to do something besides just stand there. She grasped Johnny's wrist just above the forearm and wrenched herself free from his hold, pivoting sharply to face him.

This was either a very big mistake or the best thing she could have done. Johnny was leering down at her, his spikes bristling. His impish smirk showed Khira that this wasn't some groupie conquest. No, in his mind, she was a rival, someone to be contested. This wasn't a hunt, where one party destroyed the other. It was more like fire and steel, one tempering the other. But who was which?

Khira broadened her stance and bent her knees just slightly in a sort of mock threat, chuckling devilishly when Johnny tipped his head quizically. "Interesting," he drew out, rolling his neck, then inclining his head and assuming a similar posture, body lowered, arms and legs bent, spring-loaded for both absorption and propulsion.

The sight of this caused Khira's heart to thrill, a small burst of adrenaline shocking her system. The two hung in tension for a moment, each tensing and relaxing alternatively, trying to startle or shake the other. Khira's vicious smile was the precursor to her first move, lunging forward and clashing with Johnny, who in his quick reflexes saw her twitch before moving. While locked in a Greco-Roman style of grappling, Khira hissed, "I'm not your groupie." She glared at him over the top of her glasses, eyes wide and lip curled up in a snarl.

"I never thought you were," Johnny said in a maddeningly casual tone, his trademark smirk ever present on his features. With remarkable restraint and control, he edged forward, just enough to speak directly against Khira's ear, "You're already more fun." He chuckled lowly as Khira struggled momentarily, then he went rigid as a jolt shot through his nerves. Khira's clever tongue had found the spot just behind his ear and it caught him off guard, his knees buckling just a little. He paused, then drew back to find Khira's predatory stare aimed right at him. "Playing dirty? Fine." He chortled and disappeared, Khira losing her balance and stumbling forward. While she was regaining her balance, Johnny reappeared in front of her and hoisted her up just below her neck. He snarled dominantly, slamming her to the bed and holding her firmly there.

Khira glared defiantly up at Johnny as he pinned her single-handedly to the mattress. She grasped at his hand and elbow, unable to get leverage as he'd positioned his body to the side. He leaned down dangerously, his brilliant orange eyes peering straight into her blues. "Oh, my. You do have strange tastes." He smirked as she writhed to escape his grasp. "Ah-ah. No." He waited for her struggling to subside. "No," he ended. Khira growled, but her body language was resigned. Her breathing was fast, eyes wide and defiant even in this setback. "There's a good girl." Johnny stole a savage kiss, rumbling deeply when Khira reciporcates, lips and tongues combating, teeth crashing together. He pulled back just as suddenly as he advanced, standing up straight, but keeping his hand firmly against the base of Khira's neck. He turned slightly away from her, looking down at her with one eye, his smile turning almost into a sneer as he felt her pulse pounding wildly.

"Worked up already?" He teased her, earning himself another brief struggle.

Khira scoffed aloud. "You can feel, see, and smell energies, but you can't tell whether or not I'm worked up?" She grasped the wrist of the hand holding her down and buckled his elbow, folding his arm in and subsequently bringing him down to her as she pulled herself up. Johnny, playing fair for a bit, allowed himself to be handled, though pulled against the hold enough to make Khira work for his attention. "Wouldn't you like it if I were so worked up this easily?" She breathed the words to him, her razor grin earning her a stunned stare from her bandmate. She twisted and brought him down, his back to the mattress.

"Nice try, little girl," he sneered, his free hand clasping a fistful of her hair and wrenching just enough to get her attention. Khira's pupils dilated and she froze, but didn't let go of Johnny's arm, holding it firmly against her chest, which rose and fell with each defiant breath. The edges of some of his spikes started biting into her already thin shirt, pressing against her skin. Johnny tried to sit up slowly, but Khira growled and kept her firm hold, rolling into it just slightly, shoving Johnny back down. She let go of the arm and moved swiftly to hold his shoulders down. Even with her hair still in his fist, she managed to gain somewhat of an advantage. "Oh," Johnny bared his teeth in a demon grin, "you shouldn't have done that."

In one quick movement, Johnny swept Khira up and put her back to the mattress, then moved to straddle her waist, releasing her hair only when he was comfortably in the dominant position. He crossed his arms and sighed, tsk'ing and shaking his head. "You're being nice. I know you're holding back." Johnny began to rock back and forth, watching as Khira, for the most part free to move her arms and legs, froze for a moment. "Or," he ventured a guess, "maybe that's your intent?"

"Maybe it is," she conceded, her arms resting above her head, her abdomen and thighs still tense in fight-or-flight mode.

"Shame," he whispered, leaning down and reaching above Khira's head with one hand to hold her hands in place. He cupped her cheek with his free hand and stared intently into her eyes. "I was just getting started." Khira shivered involuntarily, tried to hide it by squirming beneath Johnny who, calling her bluff, darted his tongue out against the shell of her ear. When her jaw fell slack for less than a second, Johnny whispered to her, "And that's just your ear." He sent his tongue out again over the same spot, this time languishing. He steeled himself against the intense wave of sensation this elicited from Khira, who had bitten the inside of her own lip to stifle a helpless moan. He growled his appreciation for this and continued to speak quietly into her ear, "We're rock stars. This, here, right now? This is what we do. We know the right places, the right timing, the right words. I know how to make a groupie shatter in my hands. But you," he chuckled, "you'll be a challenge. Oh, yes."

"How do you figure?" Khira growled to Johnny, scraping together desperately her last shreds of self control. "I'm a female of the species. I have the same nerves, same parts, same everything."

"Nnn, that's where you're wrong." He reared back up and released Khira's arms. "By now I'd have finished ten groupies off. Their energy is mild at best. Like weak coffee. You get a little buzz, but the rush just isn't there." He slid down and repositioned, settling down over Khira, pressing his groin flush against hers. Johnny shuddered heavily. "Even still clothed, here, against you, I get a rush so much bigger than with those playthings."

Khira whimpered inaudibly, arched her back and pressed against Johnny involuntarily. Her mind was getting fuzzy around the edges. "Ten groupies? Mm, quite the little bunny, aren't we?" She delighted in his hesitation. "Oh do say you won't be done quite so quickly today." She smiled sweetly, though there was an evil little glint in her eye. She reached up and brushed her fingers against his hair, traced the edge of his ear with her fingernails.

Johnny barked a laugh at her comment, jaw slamming shut in a grin as he rested his form down onto hers. "My dear, don't write checks you can't cash," he warned dangerously.

"I'm not," she said seriously, her gaze unwavering as she stared straight into his eyes. "I can take whatever you can dish."

"Good," he abbreviated with a solid grinding motion, rotating his hips and pressing against Khira, who set her jaw at the shocks running through her core. "Because the sensations only climb from here."

"Fuck, yes," she growled, reciporcating the grind. For a moment, they lay together, fully clothed, simulating sex, Khira's head dropped back against the mattress, Johnny's bowed against her shoulder, growls and moans, shaky breaths filling the air. Through grit teeth, Khira hissed "I love the smell of your leather."

Johnny growled, "The way you shred on stage excites me."

Khira let herself give a quick moan. "Excites you how?"

"Gets me so fucking high I want to tear you to shreds right there on the platform." Johnny was beginning to lose composure, lifted his upper body off of Khira and glowered down at her, watching her reactions before she looked back at him. "I bet the smell of my leather doesn't quite do that for you?"

Khira dug her nails into Johnny's leather vest, gripping at his sides as she glared at him. "No. But gods help me if I don't sometimes wish I was your microphone stand."

"Ah-ha, I knew it!" Johnny smirked, slowed the grind and leaned down again, barely touching the tip of his tongue to Khira's lips. "This entire room feels exactly the way you did today during the set. So tell me something, Khira," he spoke lowly, drawing back a little when Khira tried to nip at his tongue, "is it about the music, or something else?"

Khira's lips curled into a wicked smile. She pressed her knees firmly against his sides, grabbed the back of his head and pulled him down, breathed to him, "That is something to be tested." She ran her tongue along a row of Johnny's teeth, never once closing her eyes, thrilled to find he didn't close his either.

Johnny grabbed Khira and rolled over, pulling her on top of him and switching their positions, with new leverage pressing and rotating against her. His hands moved from her sides up to her breasts, feeling them through the fabric. He felt fire in his veins when Khira moved her hands over his and helped him to squeeze them, allowing himself to groan and shudder. "Fuck, Khira," he hissed, closing his eyes and feeling every movement in her from her breasts and thighs.

With a deceptively even tone, Khira spoke, "Yeah. What is it?" When Johnny opened his eyes, he saw her looking down at him, face flushed, lips puffy, but her gaze predatory.

He snarled and sat up, one hand steadying him on the bed, the other grasping the back of her neck and pulling her close. He opened his mouth to speak, but thought better of it, instead throwing her down to the mattress on her back. He stood at the edge of the bed and made very quick work of her boots. His breath was even, but fast as he saw his bandmate, who looked on, content to watch him. It slowed in the moment, however, as he reached over, looking Khira squarely in the eye as he grasped the hem of her pants and panties and peeled them away. His knees buckled and he allowed himself to hit the ground. His rough hands slid up Khira's thighs and settled on her hips as he drew himself up.

Khira protested. "No, no. No. We just did a whole set. I-" Her mind went blank as Johnny swept his tongue directly up the middle of her sex.

Johnny rumbled deeply. "Relax." He thought he heard a weak 'okay' come from her when he slid his tongue up and down, then drew circle patterns around her clit. Khira had fallen silent, only tiny gasps coming from her. Her thighs were tensed, and to ease that he brought one hand down, pushed one, then two fingers into her entrance and began working a rhythm. Khira's gasps became mewls and keens. No longer concerned with their previous endeavor, she felt her hand grasp the sheets tightly, a pressure and warmth growing from her core. Khira glanced down to see Johnny focused on his task. She felt his hot breath against her as he chuckled. "What was that about a set?"

Khira was dazed as Johnny abruptly stopped his attentions to talk. "Nothing, if it doesn't bother you," she shuddered, hard, her entire body starving for climax.

Johnny chuckled again and let those two fingers rub up and down the outside of her sex. "Nope." He suddenly shuddered heavily. "No more games." He knelt on the mattress, pushed his fingers in again and kept stroking, in and out, watching Khira's expression. She, too was sick of this coy crap. He was pleased to find she had shed her top somehow while he was occupied. "Good gods, you're ready."

Khira shivered. "It's been a lot longer than you think." Her eyes closed as she gasped when his fingers hit a particularly sensitive spot.

Johnny pulled her up to sitting and he growled into her ear, "I fucking want you, Khira. In the worst fucking way, I want to grind and bump and lick and fuck you into oblivion." He emphasized his point by twisting his fingers within her, causing her to give a brief, if heartfelt scream of pleasure. It washed over Johnny like a tidal wave, and he pulled back enough to undo his pants and free his aching hard cock.

Dizzy with pleasure, Khira reached out and began stroking him, squeezing and twisting gently in time with his fingers inside of her. Johnny's hips bucked at first contact, his body rigid for that moment as tiny bolts of lightning shot up and down his spine. "Then do it. I want you to do it. Fuck me to death if you have to but for gods' sake, just fuck me!"

Her demands were met with a humorless laugh as Khira found herself being lifted and turned onto her belly, then hoisted by her hips with her backside against Johnny's hips. Their sexes slid together, slick and hot, and with a little guidance from Khira's hand, Johnny's cock forced its way into Khira's waiting depths. Johnny groaned heatedly as Khira gave a quiet, but intense outcry when he filled her up. He placed his hands firmly on her hips and began rocking back and forth, slow at first, getting a pattern down so he could focus.

Khira clawed at the sheets under her, her teeth grit as she growled out loud, then gasped and moaned hotly against the mattress. Johnny propped his knee up on one side of the bed, the arm on the same side curling around Khira's waist. Incomprehensible thoughts shot through Khira's mind as Johnny leaned into her, his hot, rhythmic breath on the back of her neck signaling he had something to say, but was holding back.

"Yeah.. Yeah, like that.. Oh.. Oh gods, right there," she encouraged him between moans and gasps. A dull ache within her center began to throb as her climax rapidly approached.

Johnny gave a predatory laugh, low and quiet, but right against her neck by her ear. He didn't say anything, but instead, without completely disconnecting from her, pulled her so she was lying on her side, bringing one leg up to rest on his left shoulder, away from the spikes. The sight of Khira like this, sprawled naked in front of him, breasts bouncing, face flushed and screwed up, made Johnny lose his rhythm for a moment. He used one hand to steady her hip and the other the leg on his shoudler, slowing the pace down, giving deep, powerful thrusts, rolling his hips at the end of each one. With every thrust he earned a yelp, moan or outcry from Khira, who no longer seemed to care about modesty or embarrassment.

Johnny grit his teeth and ground up hard into Khira one final time, making her shout in orgasm, tiny pinpoints of light dotting his vision as he rode out her climax, pulse after fluttering pulse. He waited, allowing her time to come down before pulling out of her. He shivered as cold air hit moist skin, then torned and fell backwards onto the bed. Khira needed no instruction, immediately set to straddle the demon-man, sinking down onto him with as much effort as had taken before. This new angle gave her stronger sensations, and she shuddered hard as she ground down against him.

His hands placed firmly at Khira's sides, Johnny guided her up and down as he thrust deeply. He let his head fall back to the mattress and closed his eyes, his breath shaky and deep. Instinct began to take over as he felt the need for release devouring him. After a few more thrusts, he did a half-sit-up as he steadied Khira in one spot.

Johnny began to drill Khira with all the strength and fury he could muster, all self-control gone. He stared intently into the face of his bandmate, hearing her screams fill the room, feeling the sensations like a storm's fury. He grit his teeth and held on, causing Khira to twist and cry out, screaming for him as he gave her wave after delirious wave of soul-shattering orgasms, until finally he threw his head back. Stars exploded in his vision as his body was wracked with a back-breaking climax, hearing himself growl and groan loudly.

Khira quaked a moment longer before she went boneless. Made stupid with pleasure, Khira had unquestioningly leaned forward and rested her head against Johnny's neck. Even after everything was done and the final pulsation shook through both their bodies, Khira still felt like she was shot into orbit. Johnny rested his hands on her back and backside, panting to catch his breath.

"I can't move," Khira chuckled weakly to the vocalist. "Your bone took away all my bones."

Johnny smirked lazily. "So, it was good then?"

"Better than ten groupies good, I hope!" Khira lifted her head to smirk at Johnny, but his eyes were shut anyway. Her head dropped again.

"Much, much better..." Johnny sighed heavily, relaxing.

"You know, we ought to at least get re-situated. My legs are falling asleep, and then you'll have to lift me off yourself."

"Mmm, alright," Johnny agreed reluctantly as he felt her indeed lift herself off of him. "Screw the mess. It'll go away."

Khira nodded and sighed, plopping back down next to Johnny. "You've set the bar, you know."

Johnny lifted his head and looked at Khira out of one lazy eye. "Hmm?"

"What? You didn't think after this it'd be a one-time thing, did you?"

Johnny chuckled. "That would be stupid... "

"Glad we agree." Khira curled up on the bed. Eventually, Johnny decided it was safe enough to curl up with her as she didn't throw him out of the room. Though neither of them looked particularly cuddly, they definitely looked and felt comfortable, passing out minutes after their agreement.

A/N 2: Depending on reviews I may or may not write another one.