OoO (Josie. Tokyo, Japan) OoO
Our next stop from Ireland was Russia and now Japan. 'Good to know the tour manager still isn't organized.' We're on the tour bus from the airport having yet another pointless discussion about none other than music. The usual topics such as 'who sang it better' 'what album is the best' and 'what music scandals are true.' I'm sitting on one of the couches under Riker's arm, I have my casted arm loosely wrapped across his toned abs and my legs draped over his lap. I was currently fighting sleep after staying up most the night editing photos from the previous concert.
"Sweetie why don't you go lie down," Riker whispered in my ear.
"Nuh uh," I groaned back childishly sinking into Riker's side more.
Riker chuckled softly wrapping his arm around me tighter.
"You're so cute," he mumbled pressing a chaste kiss to my forehead.
I leaned into his kiss as I smiled up at him, "do you really want me to quit smothering you and go lie down?"
"You could never smother me. I just figured you'd like to stretch out and be comfortable. Besides being smothered by a beauty like you...what a way to go," Riker flirted winking.
I smirked back and playfully nudged him before I swung my legs to the floor. I leaned up and gently kissed his lips lingering a bit. I pulled away before Riker deepen it, he groaned as I slipped out of his grasp and staggered to my bunk, well actually Riker's bunk turned ours.
Several hours later we arrived at the venue and I was jolted out of a dead sleep to thousands of screaming Japanese fans. Unfortunately my startled awakening caused me to fall out of the bunk and onto the floor.
*thud* "Son of a bitch," I groaned. "Shit, Josie! Are you ok," asked Ratliff. "Yeah, yeah I'm fine. I'll never get use to fangirls."
Ratliff laughed as he held out a hand for me to grab.
"Well luckily for you Japanese fans seem to be the our second most extreme fans we deal with so it won't get much worse," he chuckled.
"Yay," I answered unenthusiastic.
I looked around the bus to see I was the only one not ready, "Well looks like I'm behind."
"Uh yeah, Riker didn't want to wake you," Ratliff explained.
"I guess I can't be mad then, huh?"
Ratliff smiled and shook his head.
I rushed to the back lounge to change. I was currently standing in the middle of the lounge in my jeans graphie converse and a teal lace bra and I was becoming increasingly frustrated with my fitted burn out t-shirt. I was struggling to pull my shirt over my cast and failing miserably. I screamed in frustration, no matter what I did the shirt was stuck half way up my cast. There was a small knock on the door and Riker's head peaked around.
"Josie? Is everything al- oh."
I'm sure the sight of me was quite amusing. I looked at him and sighed exasperated. "It's stuck," I pouted holding up my cast.
Riker grinned walking towards me trying not to laugh.
"It's ok love you can laugh," I giggled at him and he finally giggled back.
"I'm sorry I don't want to be mean," he laughed inspecting my situation.
After a few tugs and twists he finally managed to slipped the sleeve over the cast and at last I was able to pull the rest of the shirt on.
"May have to cut this off later," I said smiling at the mischievous grin plastered on Riker's face.
He wrapped me in his arms and kissed me hungrily.
I pulled away and swatted his chest, "I said later mister. You have thousands of hysterical fans to please."
I turned to walk to the front of the bus.
"Arrrg," he whined still clinging to my waist following me through the bus.
"You make it really hard to overlook the three years difference between us when you whine like that," I teased.
"Hey," he protested, "you make it sound like a bad thing."
"Well I never thought I'd be living a cougar life," I laughed back.
Riker growled and tickled my hips. I broke into a fit of giggles before flipping Riker over me onto the living area floor.
*oompf*
"Oh shit! Sorry Riker."
"Haha, it's ok Josie."
The rest of the group had burst into laughter as well.
"Are you hurt," I asked helping him up. "No I'm fine. I promise baby I'm good. Calm down."
I gave him a pointed look before grabbing my camera bag. Riker stood by the bus door with the others, he held out his hand for mine and I gladly accepted it. Riker instantly intertwined our fingers and held on firmly to my casted hand. I gripped my camera that hung around my neck with my other hand and turned it on.
As the door opened and the band members began to file out between Derek, Grant and two other hired guards. I rapidly snapped shots of the screaming fans as we pushed our way through the sea of bodies, Riker never loosened his grip on me. We reached the stadium door and were hurriedly pushed through.
Once inside we were greeted by the event coordinator and brought to the green room. R5 rushed the room eagerly like kids set loose in a candy store. They looked over all the tables filled with food and gift bags. I hung back with Derek and Grant and snapped photos of the band's excitement. Minutes later everyone calmed down and prepared for the show. Ryland was due on stage in five minutes and I was asked to photograph his set so I'm sitting with him at a table getting briefed on his new show. While Ryland spoke I dug through my bag for my hydrocodone, taking two. Riker must of been watching me like a hawk because as soon as I put my script bottle back he was in my ear making me jump.
"Are you ok?"
"Geez, yes I'm fine just between falling earlier and shirt fiasco I'm getting sore," I explained with my hand clutching my pounding heart, praying for it to regulate.
Riker looked at me skeptically as the stage manger notified Ryland it's time.
"Trust me réalta rac. I'm 5 by 5," I assured him kissing him quickly before leaving with Ryland.
And for the first time in years I felt content which worried me to no end considering my past experiences with being happy. 'How long will it be this time before everything crumbles again?'
OoO (6 weeks later) OoO
"Riker stop! Please! No stop I can't breathe," I cried out in a fit of laughter. We're in our hotel room in Johannesburg, South Africa, today is our day off. Riker has been trying continuously for the past hour to have me sing to him but I'm being stubborn. Now he has me pinned down on our bed tickling mercilessly.
"Sing for me and I'll quit."
"N-n-no! I'm...not a singer! Please hahaha stop tickling me, PLEASE!"
Riker stopped momentarily with my arms pinned above my head. I finally was able to catch my breath when I noticed Riker was staring at me intently.
I quirked an eyebrow at him and crocked my head to the side, "Riker?"
He blinked once and a Cheshire smile slowly crept across his lips, "You're perfect and I think you should show the world that. Come on stage and sing a duet with me."
"You're insane," I laughed back.
"I'm completely serious," he said releasing my arms, "let's write and sing it at our last concert. Ross could take over photos for the song."
"You're not joking are you," I asked incredulously as I propped myself up on my elbows.
"I swear I'm not. What do you want me to do to prove it, swear an oath on the bible," he asked scrambling off the bed to look in the hotel drawers for the holy book.
I sat up fully in the middle of the bed and smirked in amusement watching Riker's boxer clad ass bouncing across the room.
"You've got to be kidding me," he called out in frustration grabbing his phone to make a call.
"Hey do you have a bible in your room?"..."Don't ask questions just look please." ..."No Rocky I'm not eloping with Josie." ..."Just look I have something to prove to her."... "What?! Dude no just...just look."..."Seriously? What the hell is up with this hotel not having bibles?"..."Yeah yeah. I'll explain later."..."Seriously I will."..."Alright bye."
Riker hung up the phone and glanced over at me, "Alright quit your smirking this isn't over."
"How do you figure it's not," I asked watching him fiddle with his phone.
"Because...of...this," he said eagerly sitting next to me on the bed, handing me his phone.
I gazed at the screen and began laughing, "Y-you did not...just... download a...bible app," I giggled.
Riker sat smiling triumphantly, "Yes. I. Did. I told you I'd prove it to you."
"You're too much," I replied kissing his cheek.
"So will you write and sing a duet with me," he pleaded with pitiful puppy eyes.
*sigh* "Fine...but only one song."
"Awesome! Let's start. We could even get the rest in on the writing process."
"Sure sounds good, but this is probably something you should be wearing pants for," I teased snapping the elastic band of his boxers.
"Why? Is it distracting for you," he asked wiggling his brow at me.
I rolled my eyes, "Not as much as you would like it to be."
"That's cold," he pouted crossing his arms pretending to sulk.
"Oh no. Did I hurt my rock star's feelings?"
I began to poke and tickle Riker's sides, causing him to squirm and giggle; ultimately defeating his pouting.
"You'll be the death of me, you know that," Riker asked jumping off the bed and effectively out of my grasp.
I laughed lightly watching him pull on black basketball shorts and a light gray Struts t-shirt. He grabbed a couple notebooks and pens from his bag before plopping back down on the bed to text Rocky about the whole duet deal. 'I can't believe I'm doing this.'
"Hey I didn't know you were a fan," I observed pointing at the logo on the shirt.
Riker peered down at his shirt then smiled at me, "Yeah the band and I went to a concert of theirs a few years back when we on tour in the UK. We didn't really know much about them but all the locals said we wouldn't be disappointed, which turned out to be more than true. We managed to get backstage after the show and meet the band. It was a pretty awesome night. Are you a fan?"
"Yeah they're a good band."
"Well hey they're going to be in same area as us when we get to Australia. Maybe we can catch their show or something."
I smiled back, "Mr. Lynch are you trying to setup a date with me?"
Riker instantly blushed with embarrassment, "well not now if you're going to tease."
I laughed and smacked his shoulder, "well if you change your mind, I'd be more than happy to."
Riker flashed me a quick smile before our attention was drawn to Rocky pounding obnoxiously on the door.
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A/N: So I had to add a bit of a lovey dovey couply scene between Josie and Riker. Just one of a few couply moments, figured i couldn't have drama and action the whole story. Next chapter contains their duet and their date in Australia.