Forever in Your Arms, Chapter Seven.
By the time the concert began, Logan had cajoled, prodded, and finally begged Marie to come to it. Okay, probably not begged, but at least acted sufficiently sad so that she would feel guilty if she didn't.
And so she did. And that was really all that mattered to him.
It was minutes until he went on, and they were standing behind a pillar, talking. "Break a leg." She said, and reached up around his neck. "I'm glad you convinced him to let me stay."
"He knew I wouldn't let you leave." He said, putting his hands gently on her waist. Did it feel as good to her as it did to him to have his hands on her, hers on him? The feeling of heat on heat, flesh on flesh. "Logan!" Charles' voice bellowed out. "On cue in three."
"I need to go soon." He said. "But watch, okay, and." He paused, worried about if he should say what he wanted to say. "There'll be a lot of girls back here after the concert is over.but I'll be looking for you." He slid his lips lightly over hers. "Only you."
"You too." She said, and returned his kiss. "Do good."
"I will." He said, and with a last glance, he slipped away onto the fog filled stage.
The music that flowed out of his mouth was pure liquid, purely poetic, she couldn't listen to the words, and she couldn't listen to the others, just his voice, just the music flowing out of his mouth and into her ears. Just him.
And afterward it was just like he said it would be. Just like what he said, girls in tight dresses and crop tops flirting with the guards to get backstage, some with passes, and him standing there, watching her as he talked to Charles and some members of the press. Her waiting for him to be finally done, and what seemed like a thousand young men watching her.
"Done." He said, and sidled up to her, "Want to hitch a ride out of here?"
He was playing with her, she was sure, and that was fine with her. "Sure." She said. "Where to?"
His eyes flared as he realized that she knew what he was doing. "Anywhere you want, babe." He said, and every man who had been watching them turned his eyes away in disgust. And every girl sighed.
Charles pretended not to notice when his arm slipped around her waist, and they walked out the back doors to the waiting limo.
After a dignified entrance into the backseat of the car, she started laughing. His arm stayed around her waist, and her laughter elevated higher until she was laughing her heart out. "That was great." She said. "I haven't had that much fun in ages."
"No." He said. "Me either."
Then she leaned in, and planted her lips gently on his. "You did a wonderful job." Her voice flowed like water into his dried up soul. "I couldn't see anything else, couldn't hear anyone else. Just you."
He smiled against her lips, and then sunk his tongue between them. "Good." He said, then began to kiss her again, parting his lips, moving his mouth to her cheek, her chin, her neck. His hands slid over her waist. She was so slim. "Are you hungry?" he asked.
"What?" her eyes were glossed over as she looked up at him.
"Hungry, are you hungry?"
"No." She said. "Unless you think of your mouth as food." She smiled a little bit, and then leaned over him, pushing him down on the seat, sliding her tongue over his lips. "I'm so hungry for you." She said. "Kiss me, please."
His hands found their way to her waist, hers slid over his shoulders, and he pulled her to him desperately. "You make me so crazy." His voice was rough and husky. "You make me insane with wanting you." Her chest was heaving against his, her muscles shaking.
"It's so fast." She said, her lips slowly riding up to his temples. His pelvis thrust up to hers, and she groaned. "I've never done this before." He smiled against her throat, and then began to suck at it. She could hardly find her voice. "Don't.oh God, oh God, oh God."
He flipped her over, and his thumbs roughly sped over her nipples. She closed her eyes in ecstasy, gasped, and as he thrust his erection into her, she melted.
Her eyes gasped for air, and her throat closed. She had never, ever, felt anything like this.
He smiled, she was falling apart, falling apart in his arms, for the first time-he was sure-with a man, and it was him.
For some reason, he reveled in that. "You okay?" he asked, once her body stopped shaking, and her eyes fluttered open.
Her skin was stained rose, and her eyes flitted away. But her mouth was creasing just a bit, turning up into an embarrassed smile. His lips once again found her neck, and she started laughing. "Logan, you're so." Her breath drew in slightly, and quickly as the car stopped.
Questions flooded her mind as the door started to open: Would there be people outside, watching them? Did she look like she had just fallen apart? Would Charles really tear them apart if he found out they were having sex- or if not having sex, close to it? Would they have sex tonight?
Tonight.
It was possible. And the possibility scared her, just a little bit.
He got out of the car, and then pulled her with him. There was no one there, they were at the back entrance again. She smiled, he closed the door, and the limo sped away. "Let's go upstairs." He said, and she giggled as he pulled on her hand.
They ran up the stairs again, only this time, neither was winded as they reached the top, she was smiling coyly, and he was looking at her, just looking at her.
He pulled a key out of his pocket, and quickly opened the door. She started to walk inside, but he didn't let her, instead, he swept her into his arms, and kissed her again as they crossed the threshold.
By the time the concert began, Logan had cajoled, prodded, and finally begged Marie to come to it. Okay, probably not begged, but at least acted sufficiently sad so that she would feel guilty if she didn't.
And so she did. And that was really all that mattered to him.
It was minutes until he went on, and they were standing behind a pillar, talking. "Break a leg." She said, and reached up around his neck. "I'm glad you convinced him to let me stay."
"He knew I wouldn't let you leave." He said, putting his hands gently on her waist. Did it feel as good to her as it did to him to have his hands on her, hers on him? The feeling of heat on heat, flesh on flesh. "Logan!" Charles' voice bellowed out. "On cue in three."
"I need to go soon." He said. "But watch, okay, and." He paused, worried about if he should say what he wanted to say. "There'll be a lot of girls back here after the concert is over.but I'll be looking for you." He slid his lips lightly over hers. "Only you."
"You too." She said, and returned his kiss. "Do good."
"I will." He said, and with a last glance, he slipped away onto the fog filled stage.
The music that flowed out of his mouth was pure liquid, purely poetic, she couldn't listen to the words, and she couldn't listen to the others, just his voice, just the music flowing out of his mouth and into her ears. Just him.
And afterward it was just like he said it would be. Just like what he said, girls in tight dresses and crop tops flirting with the guards to get backstage, some with passes, and him standing there, watching her as he talked to Charles and some members of the press. Her waiting for him to be finally done, and what seemed like a thousand young men watching her.
"Done." He said, and sidled up to her, "Want to hitch a ride out of here?"
He was playing with her, she was sure, and that was fine with her. "Sure." She said. "Where to?"
His eyes flared as he realized that she knew what he was doing. "Anywhere you want, babe." He said, and every man who had been watching them turned his eyes away in disgust. And every girl sighed.
Charles pretended not to notice when his arm slipped around her waist, and they walked out the back doors to the waiting limo.
After a dignified entrance into the backseat of the car, she started laughing. His arm stayed around her waist, and her laughter elevated higher until she was laughing her heart out. "That was great." She said. "I haven't had that much fun in ages."
"No." He said. "Me either."
Then she leaned in, and planted her lips gently on his. "You did a wonderful job." Her voice flowed like water into his dried up soul. "I couldn't see anything else, couldn't hear anyone else. Just you."
He smiled against her lips, and then sunk his tongue between them. "Good." He said, then began to kiss her again, parting his lips, moving his mouth to her cheek, her chin, her neck. His hands slid over her waist. She was so slim. "Are you hungry?" he asked.
"What?" her eyes were glossed over as she looked up at him.
"Hungry, are you hungry?"
"No." She said. "Unless you think of your mouth as food." She smiled a little bit, and then leaned over him, pushing him down on the seat, sliding her tongue over his lips. "I'm so hungry for you." She said. "Kiss me, please."
His hands found their way to her waist, hers slid over his shoulders, and he pulled her to him desperately. "You make me so crazy." His voice was rough and husky. "You make me insane with wanting you." Her chest was heaving against his, her muscles shaking.
"It's so fast." She said, her lips slowly riding up to his temples. His pelvis thrust up to hers, and she groaned. "I've never done this before." He smiled against her throat, and then began to suck at it. She could hardly find her voice. "Don't.oh God, oh God, oh God."
He flipped her over, and his thumbs roughly sped over her nipples. She closed her eyes in ecstasy, gasped, and as he thrust his erection into her, she melted.
Her eyes gasped for air, and her throat closed. She had never, ever, felt anything like this.
He smiled, she was falling apart, falling apart in his arms, for the first time-he was sure-with a man, and it was him.
For some reason, he reveled in that. "You okay?" he asked, once her body stopped shaking, and her eyes fluttered open.
Her skin was stained rose, and her eyes flitted away. But her mouth was creasing just a bit, turning up into an embarrassed smile. His lips once again found her neck, and she started laughing. "Logan, you're so." Her breath drew in slightly, and quickly as the car stopped.
Questions flooded her mind as the door started to open: Would there be people outside, watching them? Did she look like she had just fallen apart? Would Charles really tear them apart if he found out they were having sex- or if not having sex, close to it? Would they have sex tonight?
Tonight.
It was possible. And the possibility scared her, just a little bit.
He got out of the car, and then pulled her with him. There was no one there, they were at the back entrance again. She smiled, he closed the door, and the limo sped away. "Let's go upstairs." He said, and she giggled as he pulled on her hand.
They ran up the stairs again, only this time, neither was winded as they reached the top, she was smiling coyly, and he was looking at her, just looking at her.
He pulled a key out of his pocket, and quickly opened the door. She started to walk inside, but he didn't let her, instead, he swept her into his arms, and kissed her again as they crossed the threshold.
