A/N: Let's just pretend outside of Chris, the rest of Fozzy is a bunch of nameless younger guys and not the actual FOZZY crew. It's FF and sorta AU so, it works, right? Anyways, here be more adult stuff.

Three: Daze of the Week

"Feeling your skin against my hand, what does it look like I'm doing, Samantha?" Chris let her hear his amusement, eyes glittering wickedly under the dim lighting that lined the upper area of the bus. "There's not a dress code but the way you're dressed it looks like you're ready for a country concert." He knew it was the truth and her flaming cheeks just made him harder. "I'm gonna be up front with you, baby, I like you. You've got a fire inside of you that I wanna spark, erupt. You came here tonight for adventure and maybe even a little danger, something different – a change of pace. And you ARE looking to have some fun. Don't try denying it, Sammy."

Who the hell spoke that way? "Not this kind! I was just trying to avoid being bored and I think I bit off a bit more than I can chew." And she was sitting on more than she could handle, though the idea of it. SHE had gotten a rock star hard? Sam wasn't entirely sure what to think about that one, trying not to shift because that wouldn't help anything but at the same time, she felt doubly awkward sitting on his erection. Leather pants probably weren't kind.

No they weren't, not with erections, but Chris would manage and chuckled at her honesty. "I think you did too but I also think you WANTED to bite off more than you can chew. You WANT a little challenge, a little fun in your life, don't you?" He couldn't hold back anymore, turning her face by the chin just slightly before leaning forward to brush his lips against hers. "How does that feel? How do my lips feel against yours?" He murmured against her mouth, his hand now on her inner thigh up her dress.

"Nice, I guess…" She was somewhat dazed. This was not she had been looking for at all. She had been breaking up her routine a bit, not out… prowling. Though, it was exciting, and she figured pretty much anything compared to Paul's 'One-Two' beat sex wise was going to be that way. Speaking of Paul."I have a boyfriend." She blurted out, not entirely sure why, because she didn't think this was actually going anywhere. The man was a rock star, she had a feeling he was toying with her.

Chris didn't care about her having a boyfriend. She was not the first woman he fucked around with that was taken by some normal schmuck and probably wouldn't be the last. "Good for you. I don't care." He kissed her again, this time demanding her attention, moving her to where her delectable frame was straddling him. "You know what I DO care about? Making your body sing along with your lips with what I plan on doing to it, if you let me." His hands moved up and down her sides, caressing her body and moved his mouth from her lips to her throat. If, he mentally snorted, more like when.

He was kissing her neck, which was insanely sensitive, not that she got much attention paid there to begin with. Her hands were on his bare shoulders, though her palms started moving down, feeling his muscles rippling beneath her touch and there were like three good reasons why she should probably bail on this right now. Paul. Last classes before Spring Break bright and early. Rock stars didn't sleep with people like her. Paul, again.

"No, no…" She tipped her head to force him to pull away from her neck. "I don't sleep with people I don't know," Or, anyone actually, just the one guy ever. "And I have a boyfriend." He may not care, she sort of did.

"Then why are you trembling against me? It's not fear, you're not scared of me, and I felt your hands all over me too." He went right back to her throat and very gently began gliding his lips across her skin, noting her palms were splayed against his pecs, further proving what he said. "Your boyfriend doesn't need to know a damn thing about this, Sammy." His hands massaged her backside, enjoying how she felt in his palms. "Such a beautiful ass… you're beautiful, period and what I'm gonna offer you will change your life forever."

Samantha made the very big mistake of asking him just what he was offering and his answer was: a night with the Ayatollah of Rock 'n Rolla. All Sam could do was start laughing, it was cute and a bit egotistical, the way he said it, the smirk he gave her, as if she was in the bag. "No… no," She shook her head, pushing herself off of him, her body telling her to knock her shit off and get back with the program. Maybe she shouldn't have skipped date night. "I've got to go, Rockstar." She untied her jacket from her waist, putting it on. "Uh… where'd Maria go?"

"I like the sound of that. You calling me rock star. Makes me all warm and tingly inside and just why do you have to leave so soon?" Chris stepped up behind her, moving her hair to the side and kissed the column of her throat, his arms wrapping around her waist. "You don't have to go. You should stay, at least for another hour or so. Let me show you how fun I can be." Spinning her around, he cupped her face in his hands and passionately kissed her, this time using tongue and everything, tasting her as she melted against him. He could only imagine if she tasted this sweet by mouth, how she would taste below the belt.

Morning classes, she had morning classes, and his tongue was in her mouth. Why was his tongue in her mouth? More importantly, why did it feel kind of good? She was beginning to suspect she was missing out. Except… what did she do? Hesitantly, she caressed his tongue with hers, trying to jump when his hands moved to her ass. There wasn't really anywhere to jump to, he was right there. Leather, whiskey, sweat, and she was guessing pheromones or something. She was going to smell like him, it was seeping into her clothing.

Chris did more than just kiss her. He lifted her by her backside to where her legs wrapped around his waist and carted her back to the couch, planting her so she was laying back on the seat. "I wanna taste you." He rumbled against her mouth, going to her throat again and this time he hovered over her, his hands massaging after pushing her dress up around her waist. "Any objections, baby?"

"Taste me?" She was confused and admittedly feeling quite lusty. "You just did?" He had just kissed her, wasn't that tasting her? Raising her head, Sam looked down, flushing and reached to lower down her dress. Chris got a look on his face, like he had swallowed a lemon and Samantha felt her entire body go red when he actually asked if she was a virgin. "No." Okay, this cemented it, she and Paul had to have a talk about expanding their sex life. Obviously, they were doing things wrong.

Thank God, immediate grounds for getting booted was being a virgin, he had strict rules about not being caught in some emotional bullshit. Samantha was trying like mad to be faithful to her boyfriend and Chris had to wonder if the sex between them was really that good. It couldn't be. If so, why would she skip date night? Or she was just as he had already painted her: out looking for a good time, man at home be damned. He'd overheard Maria say something about that on her way off the bus, grumbling about how lucky Samantha was to be with the Rockstar on what was supposed to be date night.

Interesting. She chose to skip date night with her boyfriend to come to his rock concert and now she wasn't trying very hard to get away from him. Chris had to slow this down a little and went back to kissing her, covering her halfway with his body. He attacked her neck and ear again before going back to her lips whenever she tried to protest.

Making out with a rock star was something she didn't mind doing, at all. Samantha could scratch that off her bucket list, and… it didn't feel as wrong as say, contemplating sex. But why was he macking on her? Obviously, he could have his choice in women, and she wasn't busty or overly beautiful, and she was over thinking the why's, she should probably just focus on enjoying this moment before she woke up from whatever drug induced trip she was on. Someone had spiked her Pepsi in the club.

"Hey Chris, the uh, boys are ready to go back to the hotel, with their new friend." Bill said, knowing better than to peek into the bus.

"Tell the driver to follow." Apparently, Maria was having a blast with the other band mates and he wondered, briefly, if the woman would be tagged by all of them. "Check on Maria, too." He added as an afterthought, going back to kissing Samantha. "Ready for me to taste your pussy yet, baby? I wanna know if your lips are as sweet below as they are on top."

Oh my God… now she got it and she began shaking her head no. "Why… why would you want to do that? How the hell do you know I don't have STDs or something?" She didn't immediately hear the bus starting but she did feel it lurching forward and her hands moved to push herself up, forcing him to move with her. "Where are we going?" Why were they moving? "What time is it?" Maria, what the hell was that girl doing? Or, and her nose wrinkled, who? What was the plural of who?

"Back to the hotel for the evening, we don't have to leave my bus though. It's a little after midnight, baby, relax. I'm not kidnapping you or anything unless you want me to." He wiggled his brows at her suggestively, kissing her and guided her back down on the couch where she was before. "Your friend," He paused, idly palming her chest through the material of her dress. "She's having a Hell of a time, don't worry. She's in good hands and whatever happens will be completely consensual. We're not complete animals."

"After midnight?" Blue eyes widened. "I have a seven AM class!" All tests before the break commenced. "Oh fuck, SHE has class." Maria was a twit. "Okay Rockstar, maybe you get late mornings, I don't, I have to go." His hands were still on her breasts and her nipples were probably going to poke holes through her basic black bra they were just that hard. Oh yeah, bus was in motion, she wasn't exactly going anywhere. She blew a lock of hair out of her face, trying not to smile at the grin on his face. "What's funny?"