Chapter 111

Richie rolled over, looking for Elena's warm body beside him. Even in sleep he reached for her, finding comfort in the way she curled into him. When his hand slid across the bed and found it empty, he finally heard the soft cries. "Lains?" he called out sleepily.

He propped himself up on his elbows, finding her curled into the headboard, her arms wrapped around her knees as she tried to control the sobbing.

"Oh baby," he whispered and slid up the bed until he could get a hold of her. Unsure if she was even awake he gently touched her shoulder. "Elena."

She jerked as her eyes flew open, soft brown orbs awash in a sea of tears. "I.. I'm sorry, didn't mean to wake you up, I..." She began to shake as the dream started playing out in her mind again, "Just had a bad dream."

"Lains," he sighed and gathered her in. "Wake me up when you have a bad dream. That's what I'm here for." He pulled her down into his arms, curling around her. He could feel the tears on her cheeks as she burrowed into his chest. "Do you want to talk about it?"

She sniffled and burrowed closer, "I never have them around you, ever. I feel so safe and you keep them away, but it came back, it came back and it was dark and scary and I couldn't get away from..."

"Shhh," he whispered and rubbed her back. "Nothing and no one is going to touch you like that again. I promise." When she only sniffed in response he pulled back a little until he could see her in the dim cast of the streetlights peeking through the shades. He tipped up her chin and pressed a soft, uncomplicated kiss on her lips. "I'll always be here, okay?" When she simply nodded he hugged her in close.

There was no way he could ever let something happen to her again. He wouldn't survive it.

She shivered as the remnants of the dream chilled her. "I feel so safe around you Pony, it doesn't make sense for me to have one, I mean yeah when I was at home alone yeah, its why I took the pills, but..."

Her voice trailed off as it all trickled through her brain. She'd felt fine until he showed up, the creepy one, the one that felt like slime and oil mixed, Alec. His voice and his attitude had washed over her that night like the smell of rotten eggs on a summer's day. Her eyes closed as she took a deep breath and shivered. He'd brought it back, his scrawny body and curly dark hair, that voice that sounded like nails on a chalkboard, and that cologne, a sick sweet musky odor that.. She shuddered as that night screamed in her brain, Alec and that guy becoming intertwined. That's what had brought it back, that’s what had creeped her out. How the holy hell could she tell the man she loved his friend reminded her of THAT?

"Did something happen today?" he asked as he smoothed his fingers down her naked back. "Did something bring it back maybe?"

She tilted her head up to encounter his worried gaze. "Well, sort of." She took a deep breath and shivered, "Someone there, well they reminded me of that night."

Frowning he bumped noses with her. "Tell me. Was it a roadie? What?"

She pressed a quick kiss to his lips and sighed. "If it were a roadie it would be so much simpler." She winced and shivered as the man’s face rose into her memory. "It was a band member unfortunately."

"What?" he propped himself up again. "One of the guys?" He cupped her face. "Oh baby, really?"

She nodded and bit back a sigh as she tried to get the words out. She'd never had a problem speaking her mind, but this was hard. How did you equate a man's friend to something that horrible? "Short and scrawny with curly dark hair, a voice that," she shivered, "Makes nails on a chalkboard seem pleasant. A sick sweet smell and flashy beyond flash."

She wrapped her arms tighter around him and sighed finally, "He's creepy baby, I'm so sorry, I know he’s your friend and I know he's probably harmless but he scares the shit outta me. He creeps me out and whenever he so much as looks at me its like I'm standing in that club again."

Shit. He should have seen it before. There was no doubt about who she was talking about. Each word brought Alec into clearer focus. He loved Alec, like you loved your brother. He didn't always like him, but he'd been there since the start.

He held her close, banding his arms around her back. "You're right, it's not simple. It's Alec, isn't it?"

She nodded and smiled a sad little smile. "Yeah, it is." She brushed a hand over his cheek, "But I'll learn to deal with that, and the memory, cuz I like being with you, being home would be so much worse."

He kissed her forehead. "Well the good thing about knowing this is that we can avoid Alec." When she made a noise of distress he shushed her. "I don't hang with Alec much anyway. In all honesty Gramps can get on my nerves more than anyone in the band." He slid his hand over her hair. "Alec's been sampling more and more as the tours have gone on and his personality is suffering for it."

She snorted quietly, "He has a personality?"

Happy to find a laugh, he joined her in the snort of semi-amusement. "Darlin', of course he does. Annoying."

She smiled as he made it all ok, his laugh washing away the dregs of the dream. "Glad we see eye to eye yet again." She wiggled closer to him her hands wandering over his back. "I called Kate during the concert, she didn’t talk long, well after Jon grabbed the phone that is, can’t decide if she hung up because her ears were bleeding or cuz of Jon."

"It couldn't have been her ears because we kicked ass tonight!" he grunted.

She giggled softly, "God yes you did, you play like that often, with all that sweat and well I won't be held responsible for how many of your stage clothes make it through the tour, but that's not what I meant. You guys are well LOUD ya know?"

"Loud's good, darlin'. I like the blow the front out of the goddamn house!" He cleared his throat realizing he was talking too loud. "Sorry."

She tilted her chin and nibbled his chin a moment. "Oh loud is definitely good Pony." She smiled as her hands wandered his body, her lips slowly sliding to his lips. "I like your idea of loud."

"Good thing, because we got a lot of nights left to do, darlin'." He rolled over and settled her on top of him. "Did you really enjoy the show?" he asked and kissed her lightly.

She snuggled into his chest, her nose rubbing along his neck. "It was an experience, one I look forward to repeating often darlin’."

"Well I don't wanna bore the shit out of you. I don't mind if you go off and do something else some nights."

She reached up and flicked his nose "And what would I find more interesting than watching you guys onstage? Not exactly boring, Although I gotta admit watching the groupies afterwards is an education, might even pick up a few pointers here and there." She laughed and watched his face, "they whispered of quite a few ways to get your attention while waiting on you guys to come backstage."

"Oh really? Care to share?"

She blew a raspberry against his neck as she shook her head. "Nope, not like the King of Swing don't know already."

"Anything before you, doesn't count," he said and squeezed her out of the ticklish spot. "Besides, if we got any better I'd have to go to a doctor for meds."

She giggled and waggled her brows, "Oh I dunno they had some interesting ideas though."

"Okay, now you have me intrigued. Were there naked parts? Diagrams and shit?"

She glanced at him and actually had a blush staining her cheeks, "Well one groupie said I should come with vegetables, errr the long thick round kind. Another girl claimed my clothes weren't skimpy enough for the 'King'. I just smiled, until a couple of girls mentioned sleeping with the road crew to get to ya." She shook her head, "What loyalty you inspire sweetie."

She glanced up at him and frowned, "what the hell was wrong with what I had on tonight? Not skimpy enough? Explain that one Richard Sambora."

"Not a damn thing," he said and pictured the little denim skirt that had lifted so easily. "I especially liked the panties, err, I mean the cute little skirt."

"Yeah well when you walked out with me, the 'skimpy girls' gave me a look that coulda killed." She stopped a moment a wicked smirk beginning to glimmer in her eyes. "Long round vegetables?"

She thought a minute, "come to think of it she said I needed a friend along when I brought that vegetable." She watched his face quietly, her grin growing wider by the moment.

Richie's eyes widened. For the love of fuck! "Uh, baby you need to steer clear of the groupies. They like to talk outta school."

A fake pout crossed her face, "Honesty always Pony." She placed her elbows on his chest and propped her head in her hands, her gaze centering on his face that was flushing a dull pink. "Nooo secrets."

"It was just in fun, baby. The girls...some of them...hell, I can't talk about this!" He turned and wiped suddenly clammy hands on the sheets.

"Pony," she laughed and reached to turn his head back to face her, "What you did before you met me is just that.. before me. Your young, rather virile, and have a certain power over the female population, I know that. And if you think I’m not gonna use that ammo to my satisfaction you are sooo wrong." She grinned and continued, "It's amazing how they'll talk. See they told me.. this tall dark drink of water gave the word he wanted vegetable action, and him and his guys got it too."

"Man!" Richie could feel his neck heating all the way up to his forehead. He and Jon had been drunk, wondering just how far the girls would go. And when they'd done that, he wished it was power he felt. Laughing in front of his buddies was one thing, but the fact that those women would do anything just so they could have a moment of his time had been eye opening.

"You gotta understand when a bunch of guys get together; some things can get outta control."

She tilted her head, "At least it helps me understand your love of showers lover."

Having his exploits reiterated to himself by his wife was a humbling and embarrassing endeavor. "Yeah well, easy cleanup," he said and winced. Man that sounded bad.

A slender brow arched as she tried to look seriously pissed but ended up laughing so hard she nearly rolled off of him. "Pony was sooo naughty, and he’s always so sweet with me." She winked, "Maybe I need to talk to more girls."

"Hell no!" he said and rolled over onto her. "Naughty is a state of mind, baby and you don't need any help. Not to mention the respect level is what makes me sweet with you." He grinned. "Don't you worry, you won't lack for surprises with me, darlin'. We're just getting started."

She looked up into his eyes and laughed, "But I wanna tease David, Tico and Jon, please tell me I can."

"Baby they can take it, believe me. Just be ready to take your medicine too. If you start it, I can't guarantee they won't finish it."

Her nose wrinkled up in thought, "Well I can handle it, they don't scare me one bit."

"Don't say I didn’t warn you," he said and settled into his pillows kicking his foot and leg out from the covers.

She snuggled back into his arms. "I consider myself warned, besides if it gets too bad I'll just come hide behind you, they won’t see me then."

He turned his face into her neck. "If that ain't the truth, you are the tiniest thing, Lains."

She shook her head, "Naaw, your just abnormally large."

His dark chuckle was close to her ear. "You better believe it."

She snuggled closer placing her head back on his shoulder as she fought back a yawn. "Thank you darling.'"

He pressed a light kiss on her temple. "For what?"

Her voice was soft and whisper sweet as her eyes faded back to sleep. "For being here and making the bad go away."

"Always, Elena Sambora..." his voice slid into sleep. "Always."

Chapter 110

Richie jumped when two fists hit the door. "Jesus! Are you done yet?" Dave yelled out.

"Yeah, we got bizzness to attend to!" Alec reiterated.

Elena curled closer to Richie's chest and tried to not laugh "It's not locked you idiots."

David pushed open the door. "What we coulda got a free show all this time? Dammit!"

A slender brow arched, "Only if you coulda pushed it open with me and him holding it closed JD." She glanced over at the other guy and couldn't repress a shiver, her gaze moving back to Richie as she whispered, "who the heck is that?"

Richie tucked her hair around her ear. "Oh that's right, you haven't met Alec yet." He grinned up at Alec. "Alec John Such, my wife Elena Sambora." He rubbed her back at the quick shiver.

Curious brown doe eyes studied the squirrelly looking man standing beside David as she tried to hold back a shudder. A slight almost fake smile hit her lips as she forced down the memory of a too sweet scent and hands that were way too rough. With a deep breath she managed a, "Well hello."

"Hello there pretty lady!" Alec said with a wide, wild smile. "Richie and Jonny always get the pretty ones, that's for sure." He nudged Dave. "Maybe I should turn in my bass for the guitar. Maybe I'd get me one of those."

She pulled closer to Richie as Alec's voice blasted into her ears, his words showing his lack of control and self esteem. She knew Richie needed a shower, but God help her she prayed he waited til the creepy one left the room.

Standing with Elena in his arms he caught Jon walking into the room, fresh jeans and a t-shirt on with his wet hair tangled around his shoulders. "Jonny, watch after Lains while I take a shower, huh?" He nodded to Dave and Alec, "These assholes can't behave."

Elena smiled over at Jon as Richie slid her to a standing position. "Hurry back baby." She quick stepped over to Jon, wanting to concentrate on talking to him, and ignore the creepy feeling their friend was giving off. "So Mop Top, Gonna find a phone soon?"

Jon glanced at Elena and chuckled, "Well I was, but it can wait a moment."

Elena laughed and slid closer to Jon as Alec looked like he was walking over. "I think Kate enjoyed getting to talk to you."

Jon's smile lit up the room, "Well Teensy, she was just the energy boost I needed." He tilted his head as Elena crept closer to him with each word she spoke and wondered what was going on in her mind. "You ok?"

Elena took a breath, her gaze flicking to Alec and back before nodding. "Yep totally fine Mop Top, Totally fine."

He frowned a moment as she scooted even closer. Damned if he couldn’t feel her body nearly tense and vibrating all at once. “If you say so Teensy.”

Alec sat down on the couch. "So, Mrs. Sambora, how'd you net our boy? He was enjoying the tour as much as I was, I was surprised to hear him settle down."

She turned and nearly backed into Jon when the voice was directed at her but forced a smile to her face. "You'd have to ask him that Alec, but I think I was pretty lucky to have met him that night."

Jon blinked as Elena tried to become one with his chest. She seemed to move closer each time Alec spoke. What was it about Alec? It hit him then, that morning after they’d returned home, Elena’s soft words about flash beyond flash. Shit. Alec reminded her of that night. Putting a grin on his lips, he threw his arm around her to steady her and cracked a joke. "She makes him feel big and strong, hell he is, but beside her he's a giant dude."

Alec nodded, thin neck and chin bobbing as his shrill laugh filled the room. "He is one big fucker, ain't he? But you are one sweet thing, so I don't blame him."

Her fingers curled into fists as she forced herself to again look at the man on the couch. "He's a wonderful person, deserving of anything sweet life has to offer."

"Hey baby! When did I say my man, Rich wasn't wonderful?" Alec looked at the room at large. "Man she's a little spitfire, huh?" Looking back at Elena he smiled. "It's okay, baby, you're the sweet I get it." He held up his hands.

Jon watched the interplay between Alec and Elena as a curious look flickered in his eyes. Elena's body was coiling tighter than a watch spring as her replies came quicker and quicker. She was giving Alec no quarter? Maybe she was doing better than they thought, but damn Alec wasn’t the man on the island, he could only hope she’d get that soon enough.

Elena took a deep breath as her eyes swept over the room and she scrambled for a humorous retort. "Well someone in here had to be."

David could feel the undercurrent and stood up, handing Elena a beer. "Good thing Richie found himself something as sweet as sunshine, then. We'll try to behave now." He glanced at Alec, sighing when he stayed oblivious. "Don't mind Alec, he likes to think he's funny. I keep trying to tell him we have one funny guy we don't need a wannabe."

Her gaze jerked to David a genuine smile suddenly playing about her lips, "whose the funny one? I know who I thought the wannabe was."

Jon snorted, "Hey now! I thought I settled that one at the Stone Pony! No wannabe's here."

Dave grinned. "I wanna story!" Handing Jon a beer he sat down on the couch and patted the cushion closest to himself. "Tell Uncle Dave everything."

Elena grinned, but stayed close to Jon, the couch was simply too close to the other one. "When we met Jon and Richie, we didn’t know who they were, at all, Thought he was some cocky jackass wannabe rocker with poofy hair."

"Cock--" Dave busted into hysterics tipping back on the couch. "Cocky wannabe? Priceless!!"

She winked at Jon as she continued, "He made it worse by making this assinine bet with my friend, which landed us at the Stone Pony? I think it was called, cuz he lost the bet."

She glanced back at Jon and smiled, "Not that he was complaining much after we got there."

"And you're do...uh, dating her roommate right, Jonny? Man...you guys just have to do everything together or what," Alec asked the room at large.

Jon frowned at Alec’s slip, "Yes I am SEEING Kate."

Elena shook her head, "Damn you can be sorta crass can't ya?"

Dave snorted and punched Alec in the arm. "She pegged you in like two seconds man."

Elena wanted to step back further, get away from the oily sounding voice, but Jon wasn't moving. "I was being polite JD."

Alec rubbed his arm and stood. "Well, I've had enough of you delightful people. I'm going to go find myself a lovely lady out there," he pointed to the backstage area. He waggled his eyebrows. "Maybe I can even talk her outta her paaanties, heee heee! See ya's."

Elena's eyes closed as he breezed past her, his cologne hitting her square and true. God, he was just nasty, creepy, and he made her skin crawl. Glancing at Jon as she fought the shudders she attempted a smile, "You think he got lost in the shower, or fell down a drain hole?"

Jon shook his head, "Have to be a fuckin’ huge hole.” Jon snorted, “He likes long showers Teensy. He sweats like a freaking stuck pig on stage, can't believe you didn't notice."

Elena glanced over at David and relaxed enough to finally smile again. "You all looked drenched when you came off stage."

"Well the lights are hot and we are hotter Teensy." Jon winked.

"And why is it just me that sweats like a pig?" Richie asked as he came through the back door. "You look like a drowned rat by the end of the fourth song too, jackass." He swatted the back of Jon's head.

Jon snorted, "Never gonna admit to that man, I'm always cool calm and collected."

Elena twisted away from Jon and wrapped her arms around Richie's waist, a near sigh of relief zipping from her. "You're back!"

Richie took a step the side as she crashed into him. "Hiya," he grinned down at her and kissed her forehead. "I was only ten minutes."

"Felt like forever." She rubbed her nose along his tee-shirt covered chest and mumbled, "Especially considering the company."

Richie frowned. "You guys are supposed to make her feel welcome." Glancing at Jon he rubbed her shoulders. "Did I miss something?"

Jon glanced up at Richie, “She was ok, well she kept backing into me every time Alec talked, but she gave no quarter, called him crass even."

Richie looked down at her then back at Jon. "Well she is sassy. That's why I married her," he said with a smile.

Jon chortled, "Yeah well sassy has its merits. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to find a beer, a phone, or both!" He turned and moved outta the room quickly.

Richie caught her hand, linking their fingers. "We have to say hi to a few people but we can head back to the hotel right after that."

She nodded. "Okies baby." Her hand held tightly to his as her entire body relaxed. "I’m ready when you are."

Richie led her out into the backstage area and waved to to a few people. Stopping to introduce her and chit chat with some of the regulars that came to the shows when they were in the area he made small talk. WhenElena seemed to be at ease with everyone he finally started to enjoy himself.

He didn’t like the way she'd reacted with the guys. He'd been sure that everyone would love her just the same as he did. Catching her quick smile as she talked to a few of the wives of the roadies and staff he mixed himself a rum and coke, bringing a cup of wine to her.

"Having fun, darlin'?"

She took the wine and smiled. "Yes baby, I really am." She sipped her wine and winked at David as he came in. "It’s better than any frat party for sure."

"Frat?" he laughed. "Man, I wasn't in college long enough to get into one of those."

She winked, "Ya found me at one when you came back remember?"

She nodded and smiled at a few people who walked by, "that’s all it is really big house party."

"Is that what that was? Well we have better parties than that."

She nodded and smiled, and sipped her wine as the meet and greet continued. Before too long she noticed the crowd was trickling down to a slim few people. Turning to look at Richie she whispered, "Is it ok to make a getaway now?"

"You sure you haven't done this before?" he asked and laughed. "Perfect timing. We are outta here."

She laughed as he took her hand and hustled her from the room and into an awaiting car. "Never have done it before, but I'm a quick study Mr. Sambora."

"One of the things I love about you Mrs. Sambora." He pulled her closer. "So, how'd you like your first day on the road?"

She laid her head on his shoulder and grinned, "I do believe I loved it, especially the sweaty parts." She grinned, "And JD is a riot."

Kissing her temple he breathed a sigh of relief. "I was a little worried."

She shook her head, "No need to worry darling. Everyone was great, a few ummm quirky personalities to be sure, but I enjoyed myself, so don’t worry baby ok?"

"We've been together too long. We get a bit punchy some nights." He nuzzled her neck. "I'm glad you came."

She snuggled closer, "I’m glad I came too." Her brows waggled slightly, "and you."

His laugh was low and growly. "I'll make it last all night this time. There won't be a doubt in the world."

A delicious shiver raced along her spine. "I'll hold you to that Pony."

Chapter 109

She hung the phone up as her eyes moved back to the stage, shivers racing along her spine. There was one thing for sure, her original opinion hadn’t changed, it had just been increased exponentially. He was freaking lethal. Her hand went to her throat as the lights dimmed and they disappeared off stage, was it over already?? Damn time had flown past. The crowd roared then started chanting for more, and suddenly the lights came back up and they all ran back to their spots and the next song revved up. Holy hell.. he was so hot.

As they played her hand went to her throat, a soft lil gasp whispered over her lips. If she hadn't wanted him, she'd sure want him now. He was drenched in sweat, his eyes closed and head thrown back in damn near ecstasy as he got lost in yet another solo. Her heart raced and her blood pressure rose as he played, his face contorting into one of the looks she was so familiar with. It was another one of those I’m so close to cumming looks he often wore when he was buried deep within her. She shuddered and closed her eyes a moment and tried to pull scattered thoughts back to the concert, but it was damn hard to when he was out there looking like the Prime Guitar Sex God he was.

He’d need a towel, when he came off stage, someone had to wipe all that glorious sweat from his body and that was her job. Damn if anyone else would get the chance too. Hopping up off her stool she quickly stepped over to the person handling towels and took two. She winked and gave the girl a grin. “I’ll take care of the tall one for ya.” The girl laughed, having been forewarned about the little firecracker traveling with Richie. “Honey I wouldn’t think of doing your job for ya.”

As she moved back to her spot a grin began to play on her lips as the final chords of the song echoed into the building and all five men moved center stage for bows. Stepping forward slightly she waited for Richie to step off stage, her eyes already firing with all the need he had inspired on stage, towel lifted and a wickedly innocent smile playing on her lips.

Richie felt the slaps on his back and the adrenaline still firing through his veins. There was nothing like the high of the stage. He'd been in the zone that night too. The music had poured out of him like he was at one with his guitar.

He had to admit that some of it was trying to impress Elena. Knowing his new wife was sitting there watching him for the first time had been nerve wracking at first, but after awhile it seemed to just make him flow better. Finding that spark always meant a good night.

He jogged to the side stage, her shining eyes and devil smile drove the adrenaline higher. Pushing the towel aside he twirled her around and dragged her up for a kiss.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers twining into sweaty hair and pressed a kiss to his lips before sliding them close to his ear. "Damn, just damn, that was.. well, damn."

Banding his arms around her back he growled. "Liked the show, darlin'?"

She tilted her head and looked at him and winked before a seeming curious look crossed her face, "There was a show? I don't remember a show, got all involved in this tall sexy guy on a guitar." She sparkled as she laughed, "I'll never make fun of your stage clothes again. I promise."

He barked out a laugh. "Oh now I'll remind you that you said that, Lains." He dropped her to her feet when David bumped him with a waggle of brows. Taking the towel from her he blotted his face. "I need a shower in the worst way."

She glanced back at David and snorted, "He does for sure, you though," She leaned in and flicked a tongue close to his chest, "are okie dokie by me."

"Oh man, get a room," David groaned. "Preferably one that is next to me. My girlfriend can't come out on the road," he pouted. "So make sure I can hear everything okay?"

Elena glanced around Richie towards David. "Ya couldn't handle it JD."

Richie flicked his forehead. "Yeah, JD. You would just feel less like a man if you heard what I can do."

"Man, testy people." Dave turned back. "I was just askin'." When Richie made a motion to run, David broke into a jog. "Alright, alright, man!"

As David whipped past the towel in her hands snapped quickly and caught him on the ass. "That’s for even asking."

Dave's hand went to his ass. "Ouch! Tico! Elena hit me!"

Tico stopped and turned back a bushy brow raising. "You musta deserved it my man."

"Damn, no respect I tell ya! What is it with this place? I'm the keyboard player for Christ's sake!" His mock anger dissolved into a fit of laughter. "I want respect!" he yelled down the corridor.

Richie just shook his head and slung his arm around Elena's shoulder. "Welcome to my world, wife. May God have mercy on your soul."

She wrapped an arm around his sweat soaked body and started to laugh. "Its crazy, I think I like it, but it has one thing that will make me fall in love with it fast."

Leaning down he bumped noses with her, lifting her up the rest of the way. His long legged stride lapped Tico and David so he could drag her into the dressing room. Closing the door in David's face he pushed her up against the door.

David knocked. "Aw, c'mon! Let me at least get my bag!"

"Go away!" Richie called. "Come back in five minutes!"

"Damn Rich, you were on fire but five minutes? How are you supposed to keep your wife with that?"

Her brow tilted upwards as she started to giggle, her head tilting as she yelled through the door. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

He caught her legs around his waist he lifted her. "Not enough time to fuck you like I want to," he growled. "But I want to feel you around me. Just for a minute," he breathed.

She leaned into his body, her lips pressing to his in agreement. Pulling away she called out, "ten minutes JD."

"Oh hell no!" David yelled and slapped his hand on the door.

Ignoring the complaint, Richie jerked up the flouncy skirt she wore. His fingers were rough with the urgency of his need. "I'm sorry, darlin," he mumbled as he pushed her panties aside. "I need to feel you." His fingers found her wet and he groaned. "Evidently I wasn't the only one high off that show."

Her back thudded against the door as she arched into his fingers. "Always get high off of you."

Fumbling for his pants he peeled the sweaty leathers aside and pressed into her. He hissed as her heat swallowed him whole. "Elena," he moaned and seated himself fully. "God, yes."

She bucked against him, a breathless cry on her lips as her hands reached for and twisted into his hair. "Ponnnyy!"

He hadn't intended on doing this at all, but just dipping into her couldn't even start to quench his thirst. The high of the stage and then her arms pushed him over the edge. His thrusts weren't controlled and there wasn't any finesse. Just the heat and his woman wrapped around him. "Lains," he growled into her neck.

She tilted her head into his neck and nibbled along the tensed corded muscle there, her panted breaths moist as they whistled over her lips, "Pony, god.. yesss.. " Her hands tightened around his neck as she met his pounding thrusts with urgent flexes, the soft bumping of the door lost in the sensation of his mouth and body against hers.

Catching her closer he tried not pour himself into her so fast, but the feel of her surrounding him and her soft little pants pitched him over the edge. Catching her mouth in a rough kiss he pinned her to the door and emptied

A soft scream whipped from her as she tensed around him, her hands holding as tightly as her legs wrapped around him. "Jesus Pony," her voice stuttered as she tried to talk, "Jesus."

"I'm sorry," he shuddered. "Did you? I was so--" he gulped and backed them up to the rickety couch, cradling her in his lap. "I didn't mean to just tear into you."

She curled into his lap and smiled, "I did, god yes I did, wow, " She leaned her head on his chest and tried to gather her wits around her, "on the door even."

Pressing his lips into her neck, he sighed. "Oh good. I didn't mean to be that rough." He leaned back. "I just got near you and all thought went out the window." He nuzzled her. "I hope it's always like this."

She wrapped her arms tight around him and smiled. "It will be, can't see it being any other way."

"Hell, we won't make it to forty, darlin'," he laughed.

She leaned back and punched his arm gently. "Yeah we will, you promised rocking chairs on the front porch Mister, and I'm holding ya to it."

"I'll be broken from the neck down." He grinned, "We'll have to talk to dirty when the parts don't work anymore."

She whispered her lips over his ear and chuckled, "I can talk dirty."

"I just bet you can."