What do you guys think about the girls singing music by the band Fray or Kings of Leon?

Christian

As we lay in Ana's bed, my mind drifts back to the last few weeks. Knowing that she hasn't slept with anyone, even though I've deprived her of sex has caused, something to burn deep within me. Nothing like when we're having sex, but… more, and I don't like it. I gave myself blue balls doing this shit and gave the lamest fucking excuses on why I didn't want to fuck but I needed to know.

This isn't the same feeling I had with Jazz, so I know I don't love Ana. But what is it? I know what love is, because that what I felt for that girl who took that shit from me. Or at least I think that's what I felt. I wanted Ana, still, before I wanted Jazz and Jazz might have been just something to clear the air of pity I was throwing for myself.

I know when I look at her that she's the thing that could make a ruined day turn into a brighter one. The way her thick dark hair runs over both of our bodies as we fuck. The way she says my name in any form is fucking sexy slipping from that delicious tongue of hers.

I don't know what I feel for this woman but I know that it's something hard because I wouldn't be thinking so much shit over it.

"What are you thinking about?" Ana asks.

"Nothing baby." I say quietly while running my fingers through her hair.

"You're lying, I can hear the thoughts falling through your ears Christian." I chuckle.

"Would you like to be my girlfriend?" I blurt out. Where the fuck did that come from? Ana puts a hand on my chest to help her sit up.

"Christian, are you blushing?" am I? Shit, this would just make this even awkward.

"Um…" her smile is infectious.

"Yes Christian, I'll be your girlfriend. Even though you haven't slept with me in weeks." she snaps. I grin, as she curls back into me. "Can I ask you something?"

"What?"

"Did you fuck anyone whi-" I stop her.

"No, I didn't. I may be an incompetent asshole, but I'd never do that to you. No matter if you were mine or not." I say. "You're mine now, so get the thoughts out of your head whenever they appear."

"I have another question." oh boy.

"What is it?"

"Where'd you learn how to, um…" I look down and see her blush this time. So damn adorable.

"You're talking about the dance I gave at the club?" she nods. "You know how to strip tease right? It's basically that for me because I just used my skills of fucking, seducing, and strength during it. I enjoyed myself seeing the look on your face."

"Oh, I enjoyed myself as well."

"I could tell when I fucked you."

"Speaking of fucking," she crawls on top of me. "You got some catching up to do baby."

She straddles my waist, and I can already feel her wet juices rubbing against my stomach. This woman. My girlfriend.

I grin and bring her face to mine, but before her lips meet mine: "It's going to be the hotel all over again."

I watch her shiver, and roll our bodies over to where she's underneath me. I can catch up, I just hope she can keep up with me.

.

"Dude, it's all over the fucking Internet! You're even in magazines and on TV." Ethan says shocked.

"Nice dude, but if my girlfriend keeps asking me to strip for her I will kill you for just pulling this." Elliot grumbles.

"I'm just loving the underwear being thrown on the stage. It's fucking hilarious. It's like you were performing at one of our concerts at the downtown festivals." Luke says watching the video.

We're at the Hangout trying to relax but word got out that we were here,that I was here, and many women have shown up wanting to gain damn access. Owners had to lock the doors so no one could get in under false pretenses.

I should have never done that dance but Ana enjoyed it, especially with the look of surprise on her face it made things more enjoyable. The guys are irritated with me and I wouldn't blame them. I shouldn't have brought this onto the band, or I at least should have told them before doing it.

"I'm sorry guys. I just wanted to surprise Ana." I sigh.

"By the look on her face, you did." Luke chuckles. Okay, maybe not everyone has a problem with it but still.

"It's fine man. I would have done the same, but if you were to do something like this again try being less you." Ethan says. I raise an eyebrow.

"Less sexy bro." Elliot says.

"I'll do my best with that." I say sarcastically.

"No wonder these chicks are so over this, man where'd you learn to do this?" Luke is still watching that?

"How many times have you watched that?"

"Give or take around 17 times. I like seeing the girls faces fall when you walk out. It's like one of those cartoons. I'm also able to see the 'What the fuck expressions' on the girl's faces." he laughs, putting his phone down.

We all ignore the idiot and go to talking about our trip to Montesoto. I hope my grandparents haven't seen that video. Oh my god. My grandparents. They would be so fucking disappointed. What if dad saw it? Son of a bitch. I look quickly at Elliot. He notices my change in mood and frowns.

"What's wrong?"

"What if our grandparents have seen it? What if dad sees it?"

"They most likely already have. Remember, they get alerts about the bands all the time." he tells me. I curse.

Why did we have to teach them how to work a cell phone.

"Stop worrying Chris, grandma will probably be asking you if you could give her friend one. Gramps will most likely be applauding you for your moves and dad… I honestly don't know what he would do."

"I was afraid you were going to say that."

"Son of a bitch!" Ethan shouts.

We all look over at him, quickly. He's grabbing his chest and taking in deep breaths. He keeps looking from us to the window. He then looks to us and points to the window.

"This fucking crazy blonde bitch popped out of nowhere scaring the shit out of me."

His voice is high pitched. We can't hold back our laughter. "Oh my fucking god, I'm going to kill you man. Unless I have a heart attack before then." he snaps.

"Sorry Ethan. Hopefully we won't have to deal with this back home."

"Better fucking hope not, because if we do I'm throwing you to the sharks."

"I'll drag you with me." I grin.

Anastasia

All I've seen today is photos, videos, and gossip of Christian. He's been sending me text that are having the words help me on them. I can't help but giggle. I knew someone in that place would take a video or something of him. He is a famous rockstar after all.

We have been texting back and forth all day, him sending me pictures of the chaos that he says he's created. He told me that a girl almost gave Ethan a heart attack as she attacked the window. Damn. Christian caused all this by a simple lap dance?

Well… It wasn't simple. That man knew how to move his body against mine just like he knew how to move his lips against a mic. I want another dance from him. This time I want it to be alone and where he takes more of his clothes off.

An incoming text wakes me up from my dirty thoughts. I can't help but smile.

Miss me?

-Christian

Always.

-Ana

Do you want to start working on the song today?

-Christian

Sure. What's got you in the mood to write?

-Ana

Well, I'm always in the mood. ;)

-Christian

Minds in the gutter again Christian.

-Ana

The guys are spending the day with the girls and since I don't have practice I can finally show you a few of my ideas.

-Christian

Be at your place at five?

-Ana

Yeah, come to the studio when you get here.

-Christian

I wonder what his ideas are. My mind drifts to naughty places. As I whispered those words to him on stage as he sung his heart out, trying not to falter his words as I was being a bad girl. That song of his will always bring back memories.

Now we can create new memories through our words. Our different worlds of music and genre. Our words might be able to say something we can't. I know that I might never be able to.