Title: Stay

Author landofthekwt

Rating M

Prompt: Connection (Miroku/Sango #36)

Genre: Miroku as Jackson Browne

AU

Word Count:765

Warning; Sex

Summary: Inspired by Jackson Browne's Load Out And Stay

Normally he had no idea whom he had slept with the night before. It was the road. The towns looked the same. The venues looked the same. The girls all looked the same. The DJ's asked the same promotional questions. After a while the sets seemed like walkthroughs A long time ago the idea of being a rock star had been a goal, a dream. Now it was just drudgery

Until last night. Last night had been different From the time she showed up as a back stage pass winner that no one seemed to remember inviting. Security had wanted to throw her out, but something in her eyes had stayed his hand.

He had watched her throughout the show. She knew every song by heart. He was surprised that she knew material that was not in any of their albums, but was being experimented with on the road. The roadies spoke glowingly of her afterwards as the woman who knew their jobs better than they did. In their eyes she could do no wrong. No one even questioned her as she hauled equipment on and off the stage.

At first glance she was not a great beauty. Plain. Blue Jeans and a sweater. But on closer inspection Nice curves A butt to die for..Great tits The sweat glistened on the V of her sweater as she walked past him. It almost made him want to lick it off the front of her breasts.

Groupies he knew. Bedded them all. The younger the better. Still glowing with youthful enthusiasm that made them squeal in bed. All trembly and fearful, but desperately wanting just to touch the great man. She was so different. No idolization No hero worship. She must be in her twenties at least .Just a drive. He could feel her pull. The feeling that he must have her no matter what the cost.

The road was pulling him under. She seemed the perfect life preserver. The shelter from the storm. How he knew this he was not sure. They had just met. She had not spoken word one to him. Yet somehow he knew that they were destined to be together.

At the end of the night, normally they would drink with the roadies and the groupies. Tonight was different. He stayed to play his piano after everyone had packed for the night. She stayed to listen sharing the bench. He invited her to play the other hand as he played old familiar tunes She would offer suggestions by playing variations on the theme. Being classically trained himself he thought he recognized a kindred spirit in her.

They played until the lights were turned off for the night. The piano bar in the hotel was empty when they arrived, the keyboard vacant. He offered the seat to her, but she stretched out on top of the grand like some long lost diva of the blues era. He never lost sight of her while he played. The more he played the more he was playing for just one person. Her. She seemed enthralled by his playing never taking her eyes off him.

At last even the piano bar closed. Only one retreat left. She took his arm as he walked to the elevator. This trip was meant to be taken together. The perfect end to the perfect evening. The time was right. She was not a conquest. Not one of the underage brats who hung their scalps on their walls. Tonight was something they both wanted.

He needed her just as much as she needed him. Hoping for more he dropped fatal endearments which spurred her on to greater heights of ecstasy. She clung to him hoping that the words were real. They dropped off to sleep in each others arms exhausted by the night's adventure. He woke with the morning sun. Gazing at her he struggled out of bed.

The hotel stationary provided a platform for him to pen his feelings for her. He knew that he must work swiftly capture last night in song. He could already feel the music as he wrote .the lyrics. The actual melody and chords would have to wait. He feared to wake her from her slumber only to find that she no longer shared his dream.

When he was finished he ordered room service. Upon it arrival he brought the tray with the lyrics he had finished to the bed. He roused her gently She looked at him confused . Trying to reassure he offered the tray and the song with just one word "Stay".