Chapter 124

Chapter  124

Richie climbed the stairs of their bus, his fingers twined with his wife's as he pulled her along behind him. He'd left his writing pad behind last night and a stupid melody wouldn't get out of his head. He needed to write it down on something other than a napkin.

The idea of a notebook was foreign to everyone in his circle. It wasn't like he could just walk into the closest drug store without getting his ass pounced on. He'd asked Doc for one at least four times since soundcheck, but hell...he was so far up Jon's ass these days he was pretty sure he couldn't breathe his own air without ode d'Jovi.

Spotting the mass of papers jammed into a battered leather bound sketchpad, he smiled. "There it is!" Richie reached it and grinned back at Elena. "Sorry, darlin'. I would have been lost without this thing."

She glanced at the skitter skattered ratty book with papers jammed to and fro and started to laugh. "You need a new notebook."

"Hell no, this has been with me for the last year. No new one until after the new album is done." He cradled it protectively against his chest

She brushed a finger over the tip of his nose as laughter tinkled from her lips. "You wouldn't be superstitious?"

"Every idea I've had since we walked out of the studio for Slippery is in here. Hell yeah I'm superstitious. Good Christ."

She shook her head and fought back a laugh. He knew it all by heart and she knew it. It was a security blanket nothing more. "Like you don’t know every word, dot, note and phrase on those pages?"

"Chord progressions are tricky, something amazing happens and if you don't write it down, it's gone. When you're in the moment, anything can come out of you and sometimes you can never, ever do it again." He leaned down and brushed his lips over hers. "Kinda like when I found you. Saw how fast I snapped you up, didn't you?"

Her lips whispered over his as she smiled at his words. She had gotten lucky that day, even if he did put his head up his ass by the end of that night. "Yes well we can agree to disagree on who snapped who up."

"Yeah, yeah, but I was smart enough to trap you on an island and marry you before you could get too far." He said with a smirk, clasping his hand over his wrist caging her in. Tapping the book against her butt, he took advantage of her step forward, catching her bottom lip with his teeth, slowly swiping his tongue inside for a deeper taste.

She melted against him as his heat and lips burned through her like the desert sun. It was all it ever took, a simple brush of the lips or that cute little nibble thing he did and she was lost. She encircled his waist with her arms and pulled closer, needing the simple feel of his strength and warmth as the kiss deepened. "Hmm guess you were at that."

Returning the notebook to his overhead he maneuvered her onto the bench seat lining the bus window. Pressing a knee between her thighs he swiveled her back into the corner. Bracing his hand on the window, he hovered over her mouth. "Have I told you how sexy you are, when you're in kick ass mode?" he said against her mouth.

She almost squeaked as he loomed over her, a quirky grin reaching her eyes. "Nope, but I'd like to hear about it."

"Watching you swing at the guy?" he dipped down for a slow, achingly thorough kiss. "And the little flash of temper you wear like a big glittery jacket. You made a guy twice your size quake in his boots." He sipped from her chin, then down her neck, swirling the tip of is tongue beneath the chain that lay close to her clavicle. "Let's me know you can take care of yourself, even if I'm not around."

She shivered at the tantalizing feel of tongue against her skin, her giggle ending in a near sigh. She adored him, from his over protectiveness to his pride in what she could do, and somehow she knew she'd never get enough of his special brand of loving. "Mmm, good you recognized that."

Moving lower, he quickly plucked at the little strings holding the top layer of her shirt together. "In my head I know you can do anything, Lains...it's my heart that hurts for anything that could make you sad again." He nosed his way into her shirt, looking up at her melted chocolate eyes. "I'd die if something happened to you."

Her hands slid over his hair as light as a feather before reaching for his chin to cup it and lift his head. She centered her gaze on his and smiled. "Nothing's gonna happen to me baby. You'll just have to deal with the fact you're stuck with me, forever." She smiled as his gaze began to sparkle, whimpered as his hands began to roam and knew without a doubt that she'd never wanna be anywhere else.

"I'm thinkin' you got the raw end of the deal, darlin'. I soooo won out on this little match," he chuckled against her palm, kissing the center of it. He looked down at her, the dim running lights inside the bus threw her into shadow. A flash of silk ruffled from the darkness and the inky dark of her hair curled down her chest, getting longer every day they were on this God forsaken tour. Would the wanting ever lessen? Just looking at her here on the battered bus, she looked like a princess that was slumming. He didn't deserve her in the least. He would keep her though. That much was for sure.

He couldn’t live without her now. He slipped his hand into her shirt and pushed it open. A shift with no real purpose was the only barrier. He lowered, circling his tongue around the perfect little nipple that pressed against the silk.

She lost herself in the touch and feel of his lips, her fingers dancing over his shoulders to work their way into his half open shirt. She was addicted, no doubt about it, to the simple feel and texture of his skin. The simple allure of two tiny patches of fur that lead to a treasure trail of heat were the map her fingers followed as his lips sent her entire mind into shut down. She'd never felt the way she felt now, and knew she never would again. One thing was for certain, come hell or high water, she'd be there for him, to keep the lonely from his gaze.

He pressed the flat of his hand along her belly, pushing the shirt up. He needed her silk, not the garment kind, her and the warmth of her. Tracing the tip of his tongue along the soft curve of her he finally caught the puckered velvet tip and sucked. "God, Lains..." he trailed off and rolled her nipple in his mouth.

Reaching down he scraped his fingers over her knee and up until he found the edge of her leather skirt. It was tight, so it was hard to push up. Growling against her she arched under his mouth. "Help me," he stopped sucking long enough to say. Resuming a tongue wide lave, he felt her hips rise.

She arched as her hand slid to undo button and zipper knowing that by the time the zipper hit bottom his long fingers would be sliding the skirt higher. As she felt the tug of the leather moving she breathed out with a smile, "all better?" Simple things, simple little things such as him loving the feel of her skin, like she loved his, reinforced daily just how alike they were, for all their differences.

While she was helping him, he took advantage of her widened legs and skirted his way under the flimsy string at the side of her panties. Pressing a knuckle against the heart of her he heard the quick intake of breath. Holding it there, he continued his quiet assault on her pretty little nipples. Every once in awhile he'd dig deeper, circling her clit slowly, all the while he tasted every inch of her breasts up to the long line of her neck.

He knew exactly how to drive her insane and she was bordering the edges of the land insanity as his knuckle again teased her clit. Her voice was whispery with need as soft pleas played over her lips, her hands constantly roaming from arms to back and then into his hair. If she could just get him to move quicker the world would be perfect, but he was content to tease so all she could do was gasp his name.

Flipping his hand around he unfurled his fingers and slid two inside of her. He swallowed the quick shout of her surprise and buried himself deep. "I can't wait until that's me inside of you, feeling you so tight," he said against her mouth.

She moved against his fingers as a barely there scream was muffled into his chest. "I can't wait either." She moved against him, a near urgency in her gaze as his fingers continued their wiggling. "You ... you.. make me crazy you know." Her hands tightened on his shoulders as she lifted her head to again taste his chest, her tongue flickering along the valley between his pecs. "Soo crazy."

Richie used his other hand to maneuver his belt, unable to wait any longer when the creek of the bus doors screamed through the bus. "Shit!" Richie muttered and covered her.