This is Me

Part II

This is Real

Those last ten pages. Which will probably end up being only like, 5 pages once typed up. But meh. Consider it a filler I guess, since on December 1st, I have District Band Auditions, and then the 3rd-5th I have a trip with my band, and the 9th I have a Symphonic Band concert, and then the 12th I have a Jazz Band concert. So I will be busy; and this is to tide you over.

Warning: SMUT!!!! and language. BUT MOSTLY SMUT!!!! :]

Baby, baby
When we first met
I never felt something so strong
You were like my lover
And my best friend
All wrapped into one
With a ribbon on it

"Rehab" --Rihanna

Questions flew as Shane stood up and wrapped his arms around Mitchie's waist. She rested her head on his shoulder, sniffing and wiping at her eyes. The cameras flashed continuously but the screaming fell to a soft murmur as Shane pressed through. They parted to let the couple pass and quietly turned the flashes off. One man, as Mitchie passed, held out a tissue to her. She accepted it with a grateful smile. Shane gave him an appreciating glance as he passed.

Brielle dropped down beside Jason, brushing the hair out of his eyes. "I'm very sorry. Nate just informed me you're in the band, not a crazed stalker." Jason had opened his eyes and was looking at her with a dazed expression. " I'm so sorry...Jason? Are you okay? " Brielle asked, actually caring for a moment.

He smiled up at her blissfully. "I'll be great. And you can make it up to me by letting me take you to dinner." Brielle opened her mouth to retort, stunned by his bluntness. Then again, what could it really hurt? She knew, if worst came to worst, he went down easy with a stun gun.

Shane opened the door to the limo for Mitchie. She slid in and gave him a watery smile. "I'm sorry for crying." She whispered. Shane shook his head and lifted her with ease onto his lap, rocking her slowly. "I'm so scared Shane. I'm only 18 years old—I'm not ready to be a mother." Shane looked at her seriously.

"Do you want to give it up?" He whispered, pain glistening in his eyes. Horrified, Mitchie shook her head, pressing her hand to her mouth. Shane's body slackened in relief and he kissed her softly.

"I know I'll never ever have an abortion. I couldn't ever give up my baby for adoption either. I just know I'm not ready to be a parent." Mitchie explained sadly. Shane sighed and nodded.

"I understand. I know how you feel actually. I don't think I'm ready either, but we'll get through this Mitchie, as long as we're together." Shane promised, holding her hands tight. Mitchie nodded and he pressed his mouth to her gently, slipping a hand up her shirt to caress her stomach. Mitchie shivered under his cold touch. "It's been so long since I've touched you." Shane groaned, his fingers sliding higher to cup her breast. Mitchie whimpered into his mouth, clutching his shoulders.

"We can't...not out...Shane!" Mitchie cried out as his other hand slid down the front of her jeans. Mitchie let her head fall forever onto his shoulder. "Shane...we can't...oh my God! No Shane, really, we shouldn't be doing this." Mitchie protested and Shane sighed, removing both hands.

"When we get back to the bus." He whispered, placing two fingers in his mouth and smirking at her. Mitchie rolled her eyes, blushing, and snuggled closer. "You know I'm trying to seduce you, right?" Shane whispered. Mitchie looked up at him, smiling playfully.

"You know it's not working, right?" She teased, running a hand up his cheek. He sighed dramatically and let his arms wrap around her waist. He grinned at her.

"You know you want me." He whispered, his voice husky and his mouth dangerously close to her ear. She shivered, pressing herself backwards and closer to him. "You know you want me. You know you need me, feeling you, touching you." He drawled and Mitchie shook her head firmly. He laughed—a dark sound. "You want me to taste every inch of your body. You want me to touch you in ways you didn't know you could be touched." Mitchie shook her head again, biting her lip. "We can go back to the bus right now. Nate and Jason came in another limo." As he said this, he hit a button on the door and the limo pulled into motion. "You want me so badly Mitchie. Just admit it." He hissed playfully.

Mitchie turned to face him. "Not til we get home." She muttered, her eyes dark. Shane growled in the back of his throat.

"You may not want me, but I need you." She purred, licking the shell of her ear. Mitchie whimpered, biting her lip. "I want you on our bed naked." Shane whispered, his hand gripping her thigh. "I need you so badly."

She moaned slightly, beginning to wish they could be home much sooner. "I need you too Shane." She admitted quietly. He smiled triumphantly. She looked up at him. "But I have more self control than you. I can wait til we get to the bus." She grinned and he groaned. "Is it the same bus?" Mitchie asked after a moment. Shane shook his head and Mitchie frowned. "What?"

He shrugged. "They didn't think separate bedrooms were 'efficient' so they've given us bunk beds." Shane grimaced. "With curtains for privacy." Mitchie wrinkled her nose as well. "But on the bright side, we have our own recording studio in the back, along with a lounge." His face brightened.

"I was looking forward to seeing the old bus again. It's like seeing an old friend again." Mitchie sighed sadly. Shane stared at her, not sure she was serious. Prenatal drugs could mess with your mind, right?

"You're kidding right? You've seen it all before!" Mitchie smirked, kissing his cheek softly and running her fingers lightly over his chest.

"The same thing applies to you though, doesn't it? I've seen all of you before. What's the point in doing it again?" She teased, her hands back in his hair now. Shane groaned, kissing her fiercely.

"Because it feels so fucking good." He whined, pushing her onto her back and straddling her hips. "I want you so badly Mitchie. I need to be with you right now." He breathed. Mitchie whimpered slightly, trying to find a loop hole here.

"We could have sex right now," Shane's eyes brightened, "or we could wait until we get on the bus and you could make love to me, the mother of your child." Mitchie whispered temptingly. Shane paused for a moment, thinking his options over in his head.

He understood. He needed to be the 'Romantic Shane' right now, not the 'Horny Shane.' He sighed, brushing her hair out of her face. "Yeah. Okay baby, I can wait." He promised, cupping her cheek and kissing her lightly.

"I love you." Mitchie whispered, smiling up at him. "I love you so much, and believe me, the attraction and desire isn't one sided." She laughed softly as the limo pulled into a brightly lit parking tower. "Where are we?" She sat up, looking out the tinted windows.

Shane sat up as well. "Oh. We didn't feel like leaving the bus out in the middle of no where, so we found a parking tower to ditch it in while we picked you up." He turned to look out the rear window. "Damn. The others are right behind us."

Mitchie turned to him, perplexed. "Why didn't they come with us in this limo?" Shane laughed softly, his eyes shining with love for her. She tilted her head to the side, genuinely confused.

"Because they thought we'd be going at it like rabbits." He said bluntly. Mitchie blushed slightly. "But we are planning on it, so..." He grinned. Mitchie sighed, exasperated, but kissed him anyway.

"It's a good thing you're so adorable." She told him, mumbling against his lips. Shane laughed into the embrace and held her close, fighting off any urges to attempt to take this further. The limo pulled to a stop and Shane hopped out, offering Mitchie his hand. She took it gently, slipping out of the limo gracefully.

"I want to take a shower before we, uhm, retire." Mitchie blushed again. Shane nodded and entered a numeric code on a panel next to the door. It opened slowly and Mitchie bounced up the steps. She looked around at this new bus.

"You go get your cute butt in the shower. I'll bring up your suitcases." Shane told her, squeezing her butt gently. Mitchie jumped a little and swatted at him, laughing.

"Shane!" She giggled, walking away and down the hall through a door, past the bunk beds. She opened the door to what she presumed to be the bathroom and sighed happily. She turned on the water and shut the door, locking it behind her. She slowly stripped and stepped under the hot water, letting out a breath as it hit her back.

Shane had just finished unpacking his wife's things when she opened the door to the bathroom, wrapped in a towel. Her hair hung down over her shoulders in wet waves. Shane struggled to catch his breath as she crossed over to him. "Hey." She kissed him lightly. He kissed her again, pulling her right up against him, feeling the swell of her breasts against his chest. "It's cold." Mitchie shivered, clutching him.

"I can warm you up." Shane scooped her up in his arms and roughly shoved aside one of the curtains of the top bunk and placed her there. He quickly climbed up to join her. She tugged impatiently at his belt, giving him a frustrated glance. He shed it and dropped it outside of the curtain. Mitchie pulled off his shirt and threw it away from her, bringing his hands down to play with the towel. She moved both hands down to feel his bulge. He moaned as she cupped him in her hands, thrusting his hips forward roughly against her soft palms. The denim of his jeans was hard against her skin and she tugged them off slowly, letting them fall outside.

She ran her fingers over the yellow silk of his boxers and nodded at him slowly through the darkness of the bunk. Carefully, he pulled the towel off and she wriggled under the blankets of the bunk bed. Shane followed, hovering over her and creating a tent in the blankets. His hands moved down her body, dipping into her once. She cried out—it had been so long since his hands had been on her body; since his long graceful fingers had been teasing her like this. His mouth was on hers for a brief moment; until it found her neck, sucking and nipping gently. She whimpered again with need. His hands continued to work her while his mouth moved down over her collarbone. His hot wet mouth teased her breasts, suckling eagerly. "Oh Shane, please...now!" Mitchie cried, not caring if the others could hear her.

Shane spread her legs and nestled himself between them, thrusting against her heat. She moaned loudly at the first hit of pressure; needing him, wanting him—and then—he filled her and she felt her eyes roll back in her head. Her hands grabbed at clutched at his back and her cries became louder and louder. Shane crushed his mouth onto hers, muffling her screams. He continued to rock against her and she tore her mouth from his to ask breathlessly, "Is it just me, or have you gotten much bigger?" He laughed, though flattered. She clutched at his back once more as her body tensed, and he brought her to her climax. She screamed out his name and fell back against the pillows. Shane gave one last thrust and collapsed on top of her. His body was on hers, pressing her into the pillows, and she reached up behind him to tug the covers over his back.

He rolled off of her to lay behind her on the small bed, pulling her close by wrapping his arms around her stomach. She snuggled closer, shivering now. Shane smiled into her hair, kissing her neck softly. "Oh Shane..." Mitchie sighed, yawning quietly. "I've missed you so much."

Shane nuzzled one of the many marks he had left on her neck. "I've missed you too." He murmured, rubbing her side. "But now that you're here, I'm going to be very distracted." Shane added. Mitchie smirked, pressing closer and turning in his arms to face him.

Her eyes sparkled up at him. "Distracted and horny." She reminded him, laughing. Shane laughed as well, kissing her tenderly, letting his tongue explore her mouth. She linked her hands at the back of his neck, pressing his face closer to hers as his mouth crushed over hers.

Whenever, wherever
We're meant to be together
I'll be there and you'll be near
And that's the deal my dear

Thereover, hereunder
You've got me head over heels
There's nothing left to fear
If you really feel the way I feel

"Whenever, Wherever" --Shakira

The floorplan for the new tour bus is in my profile. 5 and a half pages. Whooo! I totally predicted that. (RBS!!!) (really big smile if you've forgotten.) Anyway. I'm off to go start my busy schedule that will end sometime around December 13th. Assuming our band doesn't get any more local gigs that I have to attend. See y'all soon.

xoxo

nora cecilia