Oregon was amazing. The scenery was beautiful, and there were waterfalls, lakes, and many other things that I couldn't help but stare at. Mick however, didn't ever let me out of his sight. Devon said that it was probably because he fears I'll get over him, which was something that was really hard for me to do.
I sat on a bench, next to the lake we had stopped at, one because it had a large area which all twenty plus of us could fit in and Roadrunner had told our bus drivers that we had to rest the buses and check to see if they needed maintenance. Basically the whole camp ground was rented out to us, and closed off so no one could "accidently" wonder in or "get lost".
"Hey, you okay?"
I looked up to see Eric Griffin staring down at me.
"Yea, just nouscous. " I sighed, bent over so if my stomach decided to start being stupid again, I could empty it.
"You know… Only pregnant people get sicknesses like that."
"I'm not… I just don't feel good at the moment."
I took a deep breath, inhaling the scents around me, hoping they'd clear my head. It worked, swiftly all nouscous feelings escaping me. I sat up straight and smiled up at the ex Murderdolls Bassist.
"See, no more sickness."
"Yea." He didn't sound too sure.
"I know my body, I'm perfectly fine."
He rolled his eyes contently and let me be. I stood up and walked to the edge of the lake, and looked at it. The camp ground manager had said that the water was swimmable and had been treated with chemicals to keep it safe. I grinned and started stripping down to my underclothing, before stepping into the slightly warm water, and relaxing. I began to float on my back and closed my eyes, letting the sounds of nature overcome anything that had me troubled or confused, before a pair of hands found me. I stopped floating and turned around to see Mick smiling. I grinned and wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing against him. Then I realized something.
"Mick… Are you-"
"Naked?" He chuckled. "Yep."
"That sounds interesting." I smirked.
"You know what would be more interesting?"
"What?"
"This."
He unhooked my bra and let it fall into the water.
"Mick!" I gasped.
"What… I'm showing you affection."
He kissed my lips suddenly, moving ever so closer to my chest. I bit my lip as I felt him kiss me again. That was something I loved about Mick, he knew what I liked, and knew if he should be gentle or not. It made me want him. Need him. Have him.
What happened next ruined the whole moment.
"Skinny dipping!" Chris shouted, jumping into the lake along with everyone else, except Children of Bodom and Devon.
I held myself against Mick, so no one could see anything, and sighed.
"Your right, every time we try to have a moment it gets ruined."
"I wish I wasn't right about that… I want to have a moment." He admitted shyly.
Just then Joey splashed us, soaking my hair.
"Jordison!" I gasped loudly.
"I didn't do it…" He looked in another direction.
"Liar!"
"Yea… Your right."
After a moment I splashed him back, causing him to do the same to Paul, in which started a huge water fight. It raged on for over an hour, before I started to get too cold.
"Can we go back inside?" I shivered.
"Yea, cause right now, I can tell your cold." He laughed.
"I smacked him, and covered my chest with my arms, as we exited the lake.
Once we got back onto the now empty bus, we decided to not change and lay on his bed. We were too lazy for our own good, but hey, it was basically like vacation for a day.
Mick's hands continued to trace my features, as I did his, making sure I didn't run my fingers too low, or arouse him in any manner. After a minute, I began to examine his body. He was all muscle, and extremely intimidating. As I continued to eye his frame, I misplaced my hands, causing them to end up on a very special part of his body, which caused him to gasp pleasurably.
"Oh hell… I'm excited again." He sighed happily.
I didn't want to turn down his needs again, or mine for that matter. I was tired of trying to restrain any physical need I had for him, and I knew for a fact he was too. So I decided to not let him wait any longer.
I threw myself at him, crashing my lips to his, as he wrapped his arms around me, sending a wave of pleasure throughout my body.
"What are you doing?" He moans slightly.
"Taking you." I answered seductively.
And so he reacted, he threw me onto my back, and brushed the hair out of my face, so he could read my face. He looked into my eyes deeply, wanting to know if he could do what he wanted. I grabbed his shoulders tightly, still looking at him.
"Do it." I whispered.
He did. Just as he entered, a sharp pain erupted through my lower half. Mick stopped for a moment as he heard my small gasp of pain.
"Are you… Okay?" He asked, tying to steady himself on top of me.
"Yea… You're just… Not little." I winced slightly.
He smirked, and began to work himself. There was something about the way he was aggressive and not gentle, that made me crave him even more. I dug my nails into his shoulders as he continued going harder. I began to get the urge to scream, but resisted it so no one would come and interrupt. Mick began lost in pleasure, but reluctantly he went faster, his sighs of pleasure signaling the beginning of the end. As much as we tried to keep quiet, it didn't work. I knew that anyone who was at least ten feet away from the bus could hear. It was impossible to be quiet with Mick, he was no little boy, and knew how to use his blessing well. That's when it happened though. Right in the middle of my encouraging him, he got to me, and I screamed out his name, and at that moment, our loving embracement ended.
Mick literally collapsed next to me, panting so hard I thought he was going to have a heart attack. I, panting as well, turned on my side to brush my fingers down the side of his face. He turned his head and grinned, pulling me close to his overly exhausted body. I laid my head against his chest and began tracing his tattoos, each one of them as unique as he was. I could feel him doing the same, tracing the vine of thorns that traveled up the side of my neck, and down onto my back, where a Celtic cross lay hidden between my shoulder blades. I could tell he was overly happy with what had just happened, but at the same time, he was almost too exhausted to keep his eyes open. I looked up at his tired face and kissed it.
"You look tired." I pointed out.
"Well I haven't slept in god knows how long." He admitted.
"Why?"
"I watch you sleep. And sometimes when you sleep you say my name, and it makes me feel like I'm doing good."
"Oh…" I sighed, closing my eyes. "You need sleep though Mick, it's not healthy."
"Yea, yea. I know."
"Then sleep, I'll do it with you, and I won't leave you."
This made him sigh with relief, and hold me tighter. I smiled, and opened my eyes, noticing his were now closed. My heart almost leapt out of my chest, and for the first time in a long time, I think I actually loved someone. Him. My Mick.
I closed my eyes once more, and let the sound of Mick's light snores, help clear my mind and let me drift off into a light sleep, until the door to the bunk's flew open. My eyes snapped open as I threw a blanket over me and Mick's bodies. He and I both jumped, and sat up.
"What?" I asked, looking at the panicked expression on Acey's face.
"We have a problem…" He said frantically.
"What?" Mick demanded harshly.
"Devon's missing."
