Second Place
Seattle
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Pairing: Ross/Laura/Riker
Author's Note:
SP*SP*SP
An additional two concerts and one week later found R5 and Laura once more boarding a plane, but this time it was taking them back to the states. Currently, they were waiting for their flight number to be called, but that didn't mean their combined excitement wasn't contagious. Each one was talking animatedly about Canada and their awesome fans, and how crazy their next destination was likely to be.
"I'm so glad the shows are far enough apart that we get to explore whatever city we're staying in," Laura commented, beaming a smile at her boyfriend while the two snuggled in their seats. "Did I mention how awesome Canada is? Because it is."
Riker chuckled. "Yeah, only about two dozen times," he teased. "But I know what you mean – Canada was amazing. We should come back one day, just for fun."
"Ooh, yeah, let's do that," she happily cooed. "I love it here. Everyone is so friendly, and we need to travel to the other cities. Like Victoria! I heard over there was pretty, too."
"Definitely," he promised, smiling fondly at the brunette. He loved the way her eyes lit up when she was excited about something; she was so expressive, it was adorable. "How about we just make it a trip for two, Laura?"
She cocked her head to the side, like a curious puppy. "You mean… Just you and me?"
He answered, "Well, yeah, just you and me. I mean, it would be the first trip we've ever taken like that before, but I think we're ready. Don't you think so?" The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to do it. He and Laura have been together for years now – a romantic trip would be something new and exciting. Besides, it wasn't like they could plan the trip now; they were on tour, but maybe afterwards…
Her lips curved into a warm, sweet smile. "Yeah, let's do that," she whispered.
To seal their vow (so to speak), Riker leaned down to peck her on the lips, both smiling widely as they thought of their eventual get-away.
Suddenly, the couple was startled out of their moment when Rocky hopped to stand in front of them, a wide grin on his face.
"Hey, you two lovebirds," he greeted, laughing. "Didn't you hear the announcement? Our flight has been called! We're all boarding now."
"Oh, sorry about that, Rocky," the shorter brunette said, smiling apologetically. "We'll be right there."
He turned to walk away, playfully calling over his shoulder, "Hurry up! Seattle, Washington, here we come!"
Riker, carrying Laura's carry-on as well as his own, and Laura chuckled at his antics, but quickly followed him to board the plane with the rest of R5.
Both, however, couldn't help but wish the tour would end soon. They had a romantic trip to plan!
SP*SP*SP
At the hotel, it was agreed that they would only rent three rooms. The girls would share one, while the guys worked out their own sleeping arrangements of who would be paired with whom. So far, Riker was the popular vote, although the oldest Lynch present didn't understand why. He had made his argument clear from the start:
He wanted to share a room with Laura.
Needless to say, he was denied that rite (loudly by Rydel), so now he was being fought over by the other guys. It was a little flattering but, at the same time, he didn't appreciate the way his girlfriend was laughing at his predicament.
Finally, after a few heated arguments being thrown in three different directions, it was decided that Ross would share a room with the older blonde, and their room keys were passed out. From there, everyone would settle into their new 'home' for the next week and catch a nap before their show that evening.
Or, at least, that was the plan. Rydel had a different opinion, and didn't have trouble dragging Laura from their room to explore Seattle's shopping district (and check out guys, too, but Laura would never admit that out loud).
"Oh, doesn't that skirt look cute?" the bubbly blonde exclaimed, staring at said article of clothing in the window it was displayed in. "You would look so cute in it, Laura!"
The brunette glanced at the skirt. "I don't know, Delly," she replied, sounding skeptical. "I think it would fit your figure better. Why don't you try it on?"
"Okay, I will!" Without much more encouragement, Rydel entered the store, but not before securing her best friend's wrist within her hand to make sure she didn't run back to the hotel. Really, she knew Laura too well.
While her blonde companion browsed through racks and racks of clothing, Laura sent a quick text to her specific blonde, explaining what had happened and where they were. The last thing she wanted was for the guys to freak out if they couldn't find her and Rydel. Seattle was a big city, after all, and not exactly familiar territory.
His response came back within seconds, which she softly laughed at. She loved how attentive Riker was.
Do you need saving? ;)
She quickly typed a response, then hit Send. Thank you for the offer, but I think I can handle it (: I just hope Rydel gets hit with jet-lag within the hour.
I'm sure she will. Just takes longer for it to affect her :P don't let her buy too much stuff!
No way! I saw how much she packed – there isn't much room left, thankfully :D
Unless she plans on using the extra space you have?
O.O don't joke like that!
LOL! Okay, okay, my bad, babe. My bad :D I'll let you girls get back to your shopping spree. Call me if you need saving (:
Laura smiled as she read his message. He was always such a sweetie it was no wonder why she loved him so much.
Talk to you later :3 XOXO
Love you, too!
Slipping her phone into her pocket, the brunette scanned the store to see where Rydel had wandered off to. Knowing the blonde, she would be around the colorful clothes, especially the dresses, seeing as how her new cover songs were coming up. Instead of wearing tutus all the time, the girls had decided that dresses would be a good idea, and it wasn't like Rydel couldn't dance in them. Besides, the blonde adored dresses, as did Laura.
Finally, she spotted her wayward companion standing near the shoe display. From the looks of things, Rydel was debating between two different pairs, but Laura knew she would end up buying both – it was one of those inevitable moments.
Smiling, she wandered closer. "Oh, those are cute, Delly," she commented, glancing over the pink strappy sandals and the crimson flats. "Are you going to buy both? They look to be on sale."
"I would," Rydel pouted. "But I don't have anywhere to wear these. I already have shoes picked out for the concert outfits."
"Why not just for every-day-wear?"
The blonde brightened. "That's true," she agreed happily. "I could wear them for that, but…" She deflated slightly. "After our Seattle concert, we're gonna be mostly stuck on the tour bus."
Laura tried to think of ways to cheer up her best friend. When an idea struck, she snapped her fingers, which caught Rydel's full attention. "Hey, what about shipping it to your house? It shouldn't cost too much, right?"
Rydel squealed, throwing her arms around the shorter brunette. "Ooh, I knew there was a reason why we're such awesome friends!" she laughed out. "Well, besides the fact I think you and my brother are totally cute together, of course." With a wink, she hastily made her way to the cash register, where a couple of pieces of clothing were also waiting for her.
"I'm glad to know our friendship is based on such depth," the other girl teased, smiling in amusement.
Chocolate eyes rolled in mock-exasperation. "Oh, come on, you know I love you, Laura."
After paying for her purchases, Rydel led them out of the store and back onto the street to browse some more.
"So, speaking of my brother…"
Laura raised an eyebrow, curious. "Yes? What about Riker?" she asked.
"How are you two doing? You know, relationship-wise?" As the biggest Riaura shipper, Rydel needed to know these things. On the outside, their relationship looked picture-perfect, but there was nothing like girl-talk to release stress that was otherwise hidden from the public.
A soft smile appeared on the brunette's face, saying without words that everything was as perfect as it appeared. In Rydel's opinion, that's how it should be. She'd kill her older brother if he ever did anything to hurt her best friend, blood relation or not. Girls had to stick together!
"Everything is… Wonderful," Laura breathed out dreamily.
The blonde keyboardist grinned. "Oh yeah? Wonderful, how?" she inquired.
"Riker came up with this awesome idea about how we should go on a trip together."
Inwardly, she was squealing like a schoolgirl, but she didn't care. "That is so cute!" she cooed, instead. "When and where?"
Laura shrugged, but the smile never faltered. "We're going to start planning it when the West Coast Tour is over, but so far it looks like Victoria, Canada," she answered. "I've looked up pictures, and Rydel, it's gorgeous over there."
"Toronto was already beautiful," she agreed, smiling in remembrance. "Hey, if you two need help with vacation spots, let me know! I'd love to help you guys."
"Thanks, Delly. Hopefully we won't have problems agreeing on a place, though," Laura giggled out. "It would be our first official fight, if that happens."
Rydel stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, obviously shocked by the revelation. The brunette stopped, too, looking at her friend in concern.
"Are you okay?"
Instead of answering, she asked, "You guys have never gotten into a fight before?"
Laura raised an eyebrow questioningly. "Well, Riker and I normally agree on everything, so there's no need to fight," she responded. Then, she paused. "Why? Do you think that's weird?"
"A little," she honestly said, but then shrugged and smiled. "But, who cares? The tabloids who follow you always say that you two are living the fairytale relationship – this just proves it!"
Before Laura could ask more about the subject, Rydel hooked their arms together and continued down the sidewalk like nothing had happened.
Putting the matter out of her head, Laura followed her friend's lead and entered the next store to catch their eye. There would be a time and a place to think about that last part of their conversation, but not right now.
SP*SP*SP
Knock! Knock! Knock!
Rolling off her bed, Laura quickly ran a hand through her hair before answering the door. The last thing she wanted was to look like a swamp monster, although Rocky and Ross would probably enjoy that a little too much.
"Hey, Laura," Riker greeted, with a smile. "Just came to get you and Rydel for dinner." Moving slightly, he showed that the rest of the band was behind him. "Are you guys ready?"
Laura waved at the others, which they happily returned. "Not yet," she answered, turning back to her boyfriend. "Rydel is still getting changed. Why don't you guys wait in here?" With a smile, she opened the door completely so they could enter.
The boys gathered inside the room, inspecting the girls' furnishings. Riker took a seat on one of the beds, while Ross slouched in the armchair provided. Ratliff threw himself onto the second bed, and Rocky whistled as he eyed their flat-screen mounted on the wall.
"Damn, I swear Ryland booked you two the better room," the tall brunette said. He cast a suspicious glance Laura's way. "Did you call him without us knowing? Although, I will admit that was smart of you, if this is what you got out of it."
She giggled, taking a seat next to Riker, who wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. "If you will recall, Rocky," she retorted, "We randomly picked the room keys. There's no way me or Rydel could have known which room to choose."
"Touché, Marano," he replied, giving her a sweeping bow of defeat. "Your sound logic has swayed me into trusting your word."
Ratliff threw a pillow at the younger teen. "You're such a goofball, Rocky," he laughed.
"Yeah, but he's the goofball you'll have to room with for the next week," Ross chimed in, smirking in amusement at the drummer.
"He's got you there, Ratliff," Riker said, chuckling.
"You're just lucky you have Laura over there, otherwise you would be eating feathers, Riker. Feathers."
As everyone laughed, said blonde pulled his girlfriend closer (if possible) and laid his chin on her shoulder. "He's right, you know," he quietly said into her ear. "I am lucky – because I have you."
"You're sweet," she whispered back. Turning just far enough to see his face clearly, she placed a soft kiss against his lips. "I'm lucky to have you, too."
Rocky groaned, "Oh God, they're at it again!"
"What's taking Rydel so long?" Ratliff loudly asked, making sure his voice carried into every crevice of the hotel room. "Was she like Alice and fell down the rabbit hole?"
"Shut up," Rydel replied, exiting the bathroom, with a playful smile on her pretty features. Walking over to the ceiling-to-floor mirror, she checked her appearance, fluffed her hair, and deemed herself ready. "So, where are we eating, guys? I'm starving!"
In response, Rocky mock-grumbled under his breath about how she took forever to get ready, while the group made their way out of the girls' room.
Riker held Laura's hand, fingers twined together, as the two walked ahead of everyone else. "We were thinking of this little restaurant just around the corner from here," he answered. "It looks good, and it was recommended by a couple of hotel guests."
"Sounds awesome," his sister responded, beaming. "Let's go!"
SP*SP*SP
During the fifteen-minute intermission in the middle of their concert, Riker cornered Laura in a small room that was no better than a janitor's closet – it sure smelled like one.
Surprised, the brunette only managed to get out, "Riker–" before his lips claimed hers in a hungry, devouring kiss that stole the breath from her lungs. As it stood, her back slammed into one of the walls from the sheer pressure he used, but she couldn't exactly complain – she loved it when the tall blonde lost control like this. It was exhilarating and it got her so hot, so fast.
Riker ripped his lips away from hers, breathing heavily thanks to all the adrenaline rushing through his system. He felt like he was burning from the inside, out, and the only relief he could see was Laura's willing body.
Pressing his hands against the wall, on either side of her head, he made sure every other inch of his leanly muscled body was tightly pressed to hers, making his intent clear. She gasped when she felt his hard arousal nudging her thigh, but she didn't otherwise react. Instead, she seemed to wait to see what his next move would be.
Good girl, he mentally praised, smirking the slightest bit.
"Lose the panties, Laura," he fairly growled out, his voice like gravel in his own ears. "Now."
The petite brunette hastily complied, obviously eager to continue his little game. He pushed his body slightly away so she could maneuver but didn't move beyond that.
His chocolate eyes darkened even further while he watched her slightly lift her skirt's hem to pull the black lace scrap of material down her thighs. He watched its journey down her legs, falling to her high-heeled feet, then finally discarded onto the floor.
When she straightened, no doubt waiting for more instructions, he knew he wouldn't be able to give her any. His mind was too clouded; his body too stimulated. He desperately needed release, and he needed it right. That. Second.
Almost ripping his pants and belt open, Riker only pushed down the denim material far enough to expose his straining member to the cooler air of the room. "Hold on," was the only warning he gave Laura before he lifted her by the waist and slammed himself home within her warm sheath.
Groaning and shivering in pure pleasure, he threw his head back as he set a hard, rough pace that he knew would leave bruises on both of them. Sliding his hands down to his girlfriend's legs, he yanked them up to rest on his hips, which opened her further to his penetration, causing him to sink deeper within her depths.
Laura gasped brokenly, her senses scrambled as Riker fucked her ruthlessly against the wall. Despite just starting, she could feel her peak quickly approaching, and tightened her legs around him in preparation. He had only ever done her like this a handful of times – she forgot how the pleasure could overwhelm her, making rational thought nothing but a myth.
"Riker…" she panted out. Her hips jerked uncontrollably as he slammed into her at a particularly pleasurable angle. "I-I'm coming… Oh God, I-I'm coming!" Her nails dragged down his shirt-covered shoulders, thankful she wasn't leaving marks before he had to go back out on stage.
He grunted, concentrating on his thrusts and getting them both off. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh was a constant stream of noise in his ears, and he loved when Laura would release a mewl of pleasure – it was the sexiest sound, ever.
Freeing one hand from holding her leg in place, he used his thumb to rub her little pearl of nerves to quicken their already rushed joining. Normally he wouldn't, but he really needed to get off and he refused to do so without his girl. He may be acting like an animal, but he wasn't an insensitive animal.
When Laura threw her head back to release an Earth-shattering scream, he shoved his tongue down her throat to silence her, swallowing her shout even as her inner muscles clamped tightly down on his member. Riker swore he saw stars, his semen shooting out and into her womb in strong pulses that felt never ending.
After long moments of nothing but heated kisses and tongues dancing, Riker pulled back reluctantly to look down at Laura. He rubbed his nose against hers, almost like in apology. "Are you okay?" he asked, voice strained from the powerful release he'd just experienced.
"More than okay," she dreamily answered, smiling. "But, I have to ask… What was that about, Riker?" There wasn't any accusation or judgment in her doe-like orbs, only curiosity.
He sighed, relieved that she wasn't mad about his barbaric behavior or rough treatment, but he still felt guilty about how he manhandled her, and in a closet no less. He was better than that – Laura definitely deserved better than that – but he was grateful his girlfriend was always up for new… experiences. It kept things interesting (and left him hot under the collar, much to her amusement).
Gently, he slipped his now-limp member out of her, placing her back onto her feet. As they fixed their clothes and appearance, he explained, "I guess the adrenaline got to me a little too much tonight. Being on stage is always thrilling, but tonight…" He shrugged, unable to describe it. "I don't know. It was like I was suddenly possessed – I was so hyped, it was almost crazy."
Laura smiled, running a hand through her silky hair. "Well, I'm just glad it was me you dragged into the closet, and not some hussy," she said.
"You know you're the only one I've ever wanted, Laura. The only one."
"I know, because the feeling is mutual." Grabbing his hand, she pulled him towards the door. "Now, come on, lover boy, you have a concert to finish. I bet everyone else is looking for you."
Riker smiled as he followed his girlfriend's lead, searching for the rest of R5. He meant everything he'd said before – he was lucky to have her in his life, as his girl no less, and he really didn't know what he would've done if he had never met her.
Well, that's not completely true, he corrected himself. I would have crashed and burned. I wouldn't be truly living right now, not like this anyway.
As he continued to stare at her, the blonde knew he was looking at his future; his past and present, too. His everything. His entire world.
But, most importantly, the keeper of his heart.
Until*Next*Time
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