Kate slid down the shower wall, her knees shaking. "Sweet baby Jesus," she gasped. Three orgasms and the loss of hot water didn't seem to matter. She was so overheated the lukewarm drippings that made it to her on the floor felt good.
She looked up at him. His head flung back, his hair slick as rain down his back. He was far too thin, his cheekbones even more pronounced now after months of a grueling tour. The long line of his neck stirred her again--as it had the last four times since they'd gotten back to the hotel. God, would she ever be able to put the wanting into an equation she could understand? Even after more than a month apart, instead of leveling off, it made her even more mad to have him touch her, kiss her--taste her.
She pressed her forehead to her drawn up knees, encircling them loosely as the water bounced off his perfect skin. Taking another deep breath, she finally looked up at him. "You trying to kill me here, Sugar?"
He glanced down a moment then bent over , his hands reaching to pull her up slowly. Angling her so the water rushed over her skin he smiled. "Only fair baby, you already put me in heaven."
He leaned in, his nose nuzzling over her wet skin as he lost himself in her scent. Damn he'd missed her, and hte limo and the times since that had done nothing to assuage his damn need. She was too much a part of him now, and the separation had been too wearing, hed have to find a way to make sure he saw more of her on tour, somehow.
He laughed as she weakly punched at his arm at his words. "What? you kill babe, I think we left my brains back in the limo as it was."
She rolled her eyes, pressing her cheek to his cooling chest. "So lame. Do those work when it comes to lyrics?" When he pinched her ass, she laughed and curled around him. "Okay, okay--so they probably--Ow!" She twisted his fingers away from the sensitive flesh. "Okay, usually work." Laughing she tipped her head up to his lips.
They were wet and soft, as the kiss lingered in the rapidly cooling water. His tongue warm and clever as he stirred her yet again. Her body was less than willing though. "Can I persuade you to curl into bed with me for awhile?"
He stepped out of the shower, quickly wrapping a towel around his waist before grabbing one to wrap around her. Scooping her up he started towards the bed. She thought they'd just curl in bed? Didn't she get if she was within inches of him he needed more than that? He knew though, that she needed just that too, and he was willing to give her that, hell if he was honest wiht himself he was ready to give her the entire world if she only asked for it. "Curling sounds like a plan Katy."
He lay her down gently, then moved in to settle behin her, his arms moving out to wrap around her. As she snuggled against his chest he bit back the slight groan that threatened, and internaly demanded of himself to remain unaffected. Nuzzling into her hair he let himself get lost for a moment, as her words from the night before hit. "You said you had something that might help me? well i think I'm sufficiently recovered to listen." His brows waggled, "well I am."
She sighed against his neck. "I was doing some research on cortizone and the effects on tissue. Knees and that sort of thing--it sort of stops working after one or two injections, but they've been doing some trials about different cords for people that have lost the ability to talk from throat cancer and trauma. I sort of have a theory."
His brow arched as he listened. "Cortisone injections?" His mind halted at that, what little he knew of the medication had the injection going into the area affected, "Baby how would that help my throat?"
"Well, it would ease the symptoms of the damage you've done. At least enough to get you through the last few months you have left on the tour." She threaded her fingers through his hair. "You'd need to see a vocal coach when you got home of course, but this would be a bandaid. At least a way to keep you from going hoarse by mid-set."
He hated needles, fuckin' hated with a passion, but ifit would help he knew he'd walk through hell barefoot. "So, um, how often would you have to like do this?"
She felt him stiffen, smiling into the darkened room. She pressed her hand to his chest, lightly rubbing circles into his muscles. "Do we not like the thought of a needle, Jon?"
He snorted and pulled her in closer. "Katy, not like is such a gentle term. I fuckin hate the things."
She laughed. "Well, it would only be once tonight and once before I leave. We'll see if it has any effect." She crawled up closer, pressing her lips to his. "I'm not going to lie, it will hurt, but nothing like it does when you go for a high note."
He put a pout on his face, before cupping her chin to angle her head. Looking into her eyes he whispered, "Does the doctor give out a reward for the good boys?"?
She scraped her teeth over her bottom lip. "What's my incentive?"
His hips arched forward slightly as his lips slid over her shoulder before biting down along the shoulder blade. "More of what we had last night and this morning?
She laughed, arching under his touch. "I was thinking food." Her stomach concurred and she laughed louder. "More than protein."
He started to laugh, before rolling over to grab the phone. "what Katy wants she gets. Lets go wild, order anything ya want babe,"
She snagged his arm. "Um, I want diner food. I want a stack of delicious pancakes and syrup," she nipped the cleft of his chin, "lots of butter."
He settled the phone back on the cradle. "Diner food it is babe. We'll blast the Sambora's outta bed and go to eat. Then you can poke holes in me."
"Man--Elena's gonna kill me." She rolled out of bed with a laugh.
Jon mumbled,"And King will kill me so we'll go to heaven together in every way,"
