With the ice well and truly broken and the elephant in the room having been confronted, they both felt much more at ease in each other's presence. They lay there on the sofa with the TV on just chatting away, enjoying the company.
'So Jon, what about, you know...personal stuff?' she asked.
'Hey no fair! it's not like i can ask about yours after' he responded crossing his arms and pouting.
'Sure you can....i'll make something up. So married? Betrothed? Girlfriend? Kids?' she quizzed him further feeling so at ease that she wasn't worrying that she was prying too much.
'Well that's easy' Jon sighed 'No. Nope. Nothing. Nada.'
'You're kidding me right? I mean not to be shallow or anything but look at you!' she was genuinely surprised that he was well and truly single.
She noticed that his mood seemed to change, much more wistful somehow.
'Well I used to be married, can we just aknowledge that and then move on to something else?' he said, not meeting her eye.
'I'm sorry i didn't mean...'
'That's okay it's just we were having such a good time i don't want to bring us down.'
She nodded 'I understand. Anyway next i need to know loads of celebrity gossip.'
'You what?' he said.
'Well i am enjoying this pent house suite alot...so i may need a sensational story or two to sell to the papers so i can afford to live like this!'
Jon threw a cushion at her head, 'you ain't getting nothin outta me girl!'
They carried on chatting into the early hours about life, the world and everything.
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'Hey look it's started getting light out' Jon got up from the sofa and stretched his arms and then his back. 'Didn't realise it was that late.....or early even. Time flies eh?'
He turned round to see she had fallen asleep curled up on the sofa clutching onto a pillow.
'Well we can't leave you there, your gonna be nursing one hell of a bad back tomorrow'. He walked back over to the sofa and spoke softly in her ear.
'Hey Shorty....' no response. He nudged her, but to no avail.
'Come here then sleepyhead' he said as he gently began to lift her from the sofa.
He had one arm around her back, and the other under her knees, while her head flopped onto his shoulder. The skin of her legs felt so soft...so smooth under his hand. Keep the mind on the job Bongiovi he thought as he walked her to the second bedroom.
Laying her down gently on the bed as to not wake her he chuckled quietly to himself; if Sambora could see me now, i would never live it down. Taking a girl back to my hotel room and not getting off? He'll think i've lost my touch.
He pulled the covers over her, which with some sort of automatic reflex she grabbed hold of and pulled around herself.
He bent down slowly and softly brushed her hair off her face. Softly kissing her forehead, 'Goodnight whoever you are' he whispered as he turned to go to his own room.
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Standing in his en-suite bathroom he stroked his day old stubble. He'd been fine for months now, he hadn't really thought about it over the whole european leg of the tour. But that little chat, and the prospect of heading back to the states had him thinking about her all over again.
He walked into his bedroom and stripped off his T shirt, throwing it into the opened suitcase that was lying on the floor. He never bothered un-packing. All he ever took on tour was a couple of T shirts, jeans and some socks. There didn't seem much point.
Sitting down on the edge of the bed, in the dim morning light he spotted the telephone from the corner of his eye. He picked up the telephone reciever and went to dial that number. The number he had called so many times from hotel rooms over the years....Don't do this to yourself again dammit. He squeezed the reciever in his hand, hearing the plastic creak. He slammed it down on the cradle. Fuck that. I am over it. I am.
Monday, 25 August 2008
Sunday, 24 August 2008
Chapter 13: Girl [and guy] interrupted.
He's coming!' she almost shrieked as Johnny broke down the door with an axe. She turned away and held onto Jon's shoulder as he chuckled at her, 'Don't worry it's just a film. Jack Nicholson isn't really a mad axe murderer, i've met him!'
'I can't watch' she said, still with her hand on his shoulder looking the other way.
'You wanna turn it off?' Jon asked, looking at her profile in the dim light of the TV.
'No! We've come this far i need to know how it turns out!' she said adamantly. Jon just continued to laugh, 'but you're not gonna find out if you aren't even looking at the TV Shorty!'
She went to turn back round just as Jon turned to say something to her...All of a sudden their faces were just centimetres from each other. She could feel his breath on her cheek. Jon couldn't bare it anymore, he moved forward ever so slightly, touching his lips onto hers in a barely there kiss. He moved back not wanting to pressure her, but she responded by returning with another kiss, soft and slow. Jon tilted his head and brushed his toungue....
'BRIINNNNG BRIINNNNG' Jon practically leapt to his feet as if his mum had just walked in on him smoking his first cigarette when he was 12.
'I'll..urm..just get that.' Shit he thought as he walked to the phone.
She just sat there trying to process the situation in her head. Watching the film but not really seeing it. Damn. I so should not have let that happen....
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'Sorry to disturb you Mr Bon Jovi but there is a Stuart Cooper on the line' the concierge said over the phone, 'Right put him through thanks....Hello?'
'Oh hello is that Jon? I was told this is the number i could reach him on?' Jon sat on an armchiar next to the phone, 'This is him how can i help you?'
'You may not remember me but i was acting as a St John's Ambulance First Aider at the Wembley Concert tonight and i was...' Jon suddenly put two and two together 'Of course that's right i'm sorry. Have you found Shor....erm, her family yet?'
'Well no sir, unfortunately no one came forward after the announcement during the concert. Perhaps she went alone. Anyway come the morning i am sure someone will be missing her and we should be able to match her with her family' Stuart replied.
'Well that would be good' Jon said as he watched her apparently engrossed once again in the film.
'Anyway the reason i was ringing was just to ask how the young girl is? I'm sorry about the lateness of my call, i tried earlier but i could get no answer.'
Young girl. She really is just a young girl....a young girl with amnesia. What the fuck are you doing Jon? This is a new low even for you!
'That's no problem really' Jon said snapping back out of his thoughts, 'She seems fine, she has eaten and is just watching a film'. 'Well that's good news, i am sure we will no more in the morning, thanks again Jon'.
'Thanks for checking up, it's above and beyond it really is'.
He returned the handset to the cradle and sighed to himself.
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Jon sat back down on the sofa next to her, picking up the remote he turned the tv off. 'Hey i was watching that!' she said turning to look at him, 'The Wife and Kid get away, he freezes to death. We need to talk' Jon replied, seriousness suddenly in his voice.
'Who...who was that on the phone?' she asked thinking that something bad had happened.
'That was a guy called Stuart Cooper, remember him?'
'sure he was that nice First aid guy, did he find my family?' she asked hopefully.
'Fraid not' Jon said selfishly wanting to move on to more pressing issues...'Oh' she said quietly, sinking back down into the sofa.
'I wanted to discuss was what just happened between us' she just looked at him, so he continued 'look i won't deny i am attracted to you...alot. But i think i have lived up to my rock star credentials and acted with my dick and not my head'.
As she heard that she choked slightly on the diet coke she was sipping.
'I - I just think that...well i am quite a bit older than you. And from a whole other continent. And well i don't know anything about you...hell neither do you! I just think that in the circumstances....'
She spoke up interupting his thoughts 'No i totally understand....i think it was the vodka and...i...it shouldn't have happened'.
Jon nodded, 'Great, so we can start over?'
She smiled and nodded 'Friends?' she said offering her hand.
'Friends' he smiled taking it and shaking.
'I can't watch' she said, still with her hand on his shoulder looking the other way.
'You wanna turn it off?' Jon asked, looking at her profile in the dim light of the TV.
'No! We've come this far i need to know how it turns out!' she said adamantly. Jon just continued to laugh, 'but you're not gonna find out if you aren't even looking at the TV Shorty!'
She went to turn back round just as Jon turned to say something to her...All of a sudden their faces were just centimetres from each other. She could feel his breath on her cheek. Jon couldn't bare it anymore, he moved forward ever so slightly, touching his lips onto hers in a barely there kiss. He moved back not wanting to pressure her, but she responded by returning with another kiss, soft and slow. Jon tilted his head and brushed his toungue....
'BRIINNNNG BRIINNNNG' Jon practically leapt to his feet as if his mum had just walked in on him smoking his first cigarette when he was 12.
'I'll..urm..just get that.' Shit he thought as he walked to the phone.
She just sat there trying to process the situation in her head. Watching the film but not really seeing it. Damn. I so should not have let that happen....
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'Sorry to disturb you Mr Bon Jovi but there is a Stuart Cooper on the line' the concierge said over the phone, 'Right put him through thanks....Hello?'
'Oh hello is that Jon? I was told this is the number i could reach him on?' Jon sat on an armchiar next to the phone, 'This is him how can i help you?'
'You may not remember me but i was acting as a St John's Ambulance First Aider at the Wembley Concert tonight and i was...' Jon suddenly put two and two together 'Of course that's right i'm sorry. Have you found Shor....erm, her family yet?'
'Well no sir, unfortunately no one came forward after the announcement during the concert. Perhaps she went alone. Anyway come the morning i am sure someone will be missing her and we should be able to match her with her family' Stuart replied.
'Well that would be good' Jon said as he watched her apparently engrossed once again in the film.
'Anyway the reason i was ringing was just to ask how the young girl is? I'm sorry about the lateness of my call, i tried earlier but i could get no answer.'
Young girl. She really is just a young girl....a young girl with amnesia. What the fuck are you doing Jon? This is a new low even for you!
'That's no problem really' Jon said snapping back out of his thoughts, 'She seems fine, she has eaten and is just watching a film'. 'Well that's good news, i am sure we will no more in the morning, thanks again Jon'.
'Thanks for checking up, it's above and beyond it really is'.
He returned the handset to the cradle and sighed to himself.
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Jon sat back down on the sofa next to her, picking up the remote he turned the tv off. 'Hey i was watching that!' she said turning to look at him, 'The Wife and Kid get away, he freezes to death. We need to talk' Jon replied, seriousness suddenly in his voice.
'Who...who was that on the phone?' she asked thinking that something bad had happened.
'That was a guy called Stuart Cooper, remember him?'
'sure he was that nice First aid guy, did he find my family?' she asked hopefully.
'Fraid not' Jon said selfishly wanting to move on to more pressing issues...'Oh' she said quietly, sinking back down into the sofa.
'I wanted to discuss was what just happened between us' she just looked at him, so he continued 'look i won't deny i am attracted to you...alot. But i think i have lived up to my rock star credentials and acted with my dick and not my head'.
As she heard that she choked slightly on the diet coke she was sipping.
'I - I just think that...well i am quite a bit older than you. And from a whole other continent. And well i don't know anything about you...hell neither do you! I just think that in the circumstances....'
She spoke up interupting his thoughts 'No i totally understand....i think it was the vodka and...i...it shouldn't have happened'.
Jon nodded, 'Great, so we can start over?'
She smiled and nodded 'Friends?' she said offering her hand.
'Friends' he smiled taking it and shaking.
Friday, 22 August 2008
Chapter 12: Pizza and a movie.
Coming out of the bathroom she walked across to the table where Tico, Hugh and David had joined Jon and Richie.
Jon watched as she approched the table, from the instant she had appeared again he couldn't take his eyes off her.
And she definately felt their presence on her...
'Hey guys, erm Jon can i ask a favour?' Jon stood up offering his seat 'yeah sure, shoot'. 'Well canapes aren't all that filling...' she said gratefully accepting his chair, 'Oh god, yeah. I'm sorry you must be starving, how about we go back upstairs and we can call room service, they'll whip up anything you want.' She smiled and nodded 'thanks Jon that would be great, that vodka has gone straight to my head.' She stood up readying herself to leave, 'You're coming back down right?' Richie started,'I'm not sure i'm feeling a little tired, but i want to thank you fellas for tonight it's really taken my mind off things....or lack of things anyway'.
With that they all said their goodnights and Jon took her back to the penthouse, leaving the rest of the band to schmooze and booze.
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Wow that's a relief she thought as she removed the gorgeous but painfull shoes. 'So what do you fancy?' Jon shouted from the next room. 'You with cream on top' she said to herself but out-loud. 'Sorry i missed that' Jon said as he walked back into the room. he had changed into joggers and a scruffy T-shirt, it did nothing to dampen his sexiness. 'I'd just like a pizza and to mooch around, watch a film or something?' 'Sounds pretty damn good to me' Jon replied as he sat down next to her. Suddenly she felt a bit tense, sitting up straight feeling a little self concious...'Hey i know what i forgot' he said standing up to leave the room again. And relax she thought as she slouched back into the comfy sofa. 'You can put these on if you want' he passed her an American football shirt approximately 10 times too big and some shorts. 'Sorry i don't really have anything else and i don't reckon you want to be spilling pizza topping all down that dress.' She thanked him and went to change leaving Jon on the phone to Dominoes.
'That's better' she said returning from the other bedroom. She had put the clothes Jon had given her on and had scraped her long hair into a ponytail. 'So what pizza did you order?'
Jon cocked his head to the side to watch as she came back in the room, Jesus even swamped by a massive Giants jersey she is sexy as hell. 'Erm well after the wine thing i thought i'd cover all the bases....so to speak.' She didn't seem to get his joke, either that or she was too polite to say how bad it was. Lame Jon, really lame he told himself. 'On the way we have Pepperoni, Hawaiian and incase all else fails Margherita.'
She settled her self down on the other side of the sofa, 'mmm sounds great, i could eat a horse right now!' she said with a laugh.
Jon picked up the remote and started flicking through the channels while they waited for the pizza
Ten slightly awkward minutes of silence later there was a knock at the door. Jon rose and walked to the door to fetch the pizzas from the concierge.
'Right let's dig in' he said. And they settled down on the sofa to eat and watch The Shining, the late night movie just starting.
'This is good i think you'll like it' Jon said grabbing a slice of pepperoni, 'Famous last words Jon' She said with a smile, 'Remember the wine?' Opting for the hawaiian she opened the box and helped herself to a slice. Jon laughed out loud. She loved the way he laughed, it was so genuine, his head tipped back and he got the cutest dimple in his cheek.
Two minutes later Jon was up again 'Soda?' he asked walking to the mini bar. 'You don't sit still for five minutes do you?' she looked at him quizzically. 'A right little fidget!' He shut the mini bar door and walked back towards her with that mega watt smile of his. 'That's me, always on the go....' More like i just can't settle when i am around you he thought, 'and hey! Less of the little!'
Jon watched as she approched the table, from the instant she had appeared again he couldn't take his eyes off her.
And she definately felt their presence on her...
'Hey guys, erm Jon can i ask a favour?' Jon stood up offering his seat 'yeah sure, shoot'. 'Well canapes aren't all that filling...' she said gratefully accepting his chair, 'Oh god, yeah. I'm sorry you must be starving, how about we go back upstairs and we can call room service, they'll whip up anything you want.' She smiled and nodded 'thanks Jon that would be great, that vodka has gone straight to my head.' She stood up readying herself to leave, 'You're coming back down right?' Richie started,'I'm not sure i'm feeling a little tired, but i want to thank you fellas for tonight it's really taken my mind off things....or lack of things anyway'.
With that they all said their goodnights and Jon took her back to the penthouse, leaving the rest of the band to schmooze and booze.
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Wow that's a relief she thought as she removed the gorgeous but painfull shoes. 'So what do you fancy?' Jon shouted from the next room. 'You with cream on top' she said to herself but out-loud. 'Sorry i missed that' Jon said as he walked back into the room. he had changed into joggers and a scruffy T-shirt, it did nothing to dampen his sexiness. 'I'd just like a pizza and to mooch around, watch a film or something?' 'Sounds pretty damn good to me' Jon replied as he sat down next to her. Suddenly she felt a bit tense, sitting up straight feeling a little self concious...'Hey i know what i forgot' he said standing up to leave the room again. And relax she thought as she slouched back into the comfy sofa. 'You can put these on if you want' he passed her an American football shirt approximately 10 times too big and some shorts. 'Sorry i don't really have anything else and i don't reckon you want to be spilling pizza topping all down that dress.' She thanked him and went to change leaving Jon on the phone to Dominoes.
'That's better' she said returning from the other bedroom. She had put the clothes Jon had given her on and had scraped her long hair into a ponytail. 'So what pizza did you order?'
Jon cocked his head to the side to watch as she came back in the room, Jesus even swamped by a massive Giants jersey she is sexy as hell. 'Erm well after the wine thing i thought i'd cover all the bases....so to speak.' She didn't seem to get his joke, either that or she was too polite to say how bad it was. Lame Jon, really lame he told himself. 'On the way we have Pepperoni, Hawaiian and incase all else fails Margherita.'
She settled her self down on the other side of the sofa, 'mmm sounds great, i could eat a horse right now!' she said with a laugh.
Jon picked up the remote and started flicking through the channels while they waited for the pizza
Ten slightly awkward minutes of silence later there was a knock at the door. Jon rose and walked to the door to fetch the pizzas from the concierge.
'Right let's dig in' he said. And they settled down on the sofa to eat and watch The Shining, the late night movie just starting.
'This is good i think you'll like it' Jon said grabbing a slice of pepperoni, 'Famous last words Jon' She said with a smile, 'Remember the wine?' Opting for the hawaiian she opened the box and helped herself to a slice. Jon laughed out loud. She loved the way he laughed, it was so genuine, his head tipped back and he got the cutest dimple in his cheek.
Two minutes later Jon was up again 'Soda?' he asked walking to the mini bar. 'You don't sit still for five minutes do you?' she looked at him quizzically. 'A right little fidget!' He shut the mini bar door and walked back towards her with that mega watt smile of his. 'That's me, always on the go....' More like i just can't settle when i am around you he thought, 'and hey! Less of the little!'
Tuesday, 18 December 2007
Chapter 11: Bitter Wine
'What'll it be then?' Jon asked her as they reached the bar. 'I have absolutely no idea' she said, with a nervous laugh. 'Well i shall do the honours then' Jon said gesturing to the bar man, 'Two glasses of the white please'. The bar man walked away to fulfil the request.
'This is good stuff, i think you're going to love it. I actually have a few bottles at home', 'So you're a wine buff then?' she asked. 'Amongst other things' Jon replied looking at her sideways with a grin. What the hell was that? she thought to herself as the barman returned with two wine glasses.
Picking up her wine glass she wondered why she couldn't compose herself when she was around him. She had a constant feeling in her stomach, a mixture of exam nerves and being cranked up on a rollercoaster about to....'Urgh!' Jon's head snapped up, 'i'm so sorry but i can't drink that' she said, putting her drink down. Jon's head tipped back and he just laughed. 'I'm sorry it's just....it's like vinegar or something', she said picking up a napkin to wipe her mouth, 'I obviously just don't have a very refined palete'. Jon just smiled at her and ordered a vodka and orange juice. 'i'm sorry about wasting....' Jon cut her off 'Stop apologising already it's fine', she smiled 'ok sor....i mean thanks'. Jon laughed again 'Anyway i got to see the cute way your nose wrinkled up when you didn't like the stuff', Jon knocked back her glass of wine as she felt her stomach roll over once again. I wish he would stop saying stuff like that she thought to herself.
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Jon felt the awkward silence, and decided to try and make light of the situation. 'Well it's kinda tough having to carry a conversation yourself, just gimme a minute to think up a new subject' he smiled. He instantly regretted it, You moron! Way to make her feel worse about not knowing who the hell she is! 'Well i guess at least this way you get to practise your people skills' she replied sticking out her tongue before giggling. Relieved that she decided to make light of his comments he started to relax, or as much as he could around this girl.
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'How's it going my ol' china plates' a familiar voice came from behind interupting the rivetting conversation they were having on the canapes. 'I think you've finally lost it Rich' Jon said rolling his eyes. 'Ahh come on this one knows what i'm saying don't ya?' he said putting his arm around her. It was all she could do to not spit her drink out as she laughed. 'I think i've got an inkling' she said as she rose from her seat.
Jon envied the way Richie was at ease, laughing and joking while when he was alone with her he could hardly find anything to talk to her about, it wasn't usually this difficult.
'Would you two excuse me for a minute?' Richie and Jon both got up from their seats which she thought was rather polite for two rock stars, 'Sure Girl, just be sure not to stay away too long Jon gets lonely you know' Richie said with a smile. Which Jon then proceeded to wipe off his face by punching his arm.
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She stood infront of the bathroom mirror leaning on the sink. Ok girl just pull yourself together. He is not interested in you, he is apparently a very famous, very very rich, very very very hot man. He is not giving you signals it is all in your head. She ran the tap cupping her hands to collect the water, before realising that if she did splash her face her make up would run, and he wouldn't look twice at her if she looked like Alice Cooper. She let the water go....But then at least Alice Cooper is in his league.
'This is good stuff, i think you're going to love it. I actually have a few bottles at home', 'So you're a wine buff then?' she asked. 'Amongst other things' Jon replied looking at her sideways with a grin. What the hell was that? she thought to herself as the barman returned with two wine glasses.
Picking up her wine glass she wondered why she couldn't compose herself when she was around him. She had a constant feeling in her stomach, a mixture of exam nerves and being cranked up on a rollercoaster about to....'Urgh!' Jon's head snapped up, 'i'm so sorry but i can't drink that' she said, putting her drink down. Jon's head tipped back and he just laughed. 'I'm sorry it's just....it's like vinegar or something', she said picking up a napkin to wipe her mouth, 'I obviously just don't have a very refined palete'. Jon just smiled at her and ordered a vodka and orange juice. 'i'm sorry about wasting....' Jon cut her off 'Stop apologising already it's fine', she smiled 'ok sor....i mean thanks'. Jon laughed again 'Anyway i got to see the cute way your nose wrinkled up when you didn't like the stuff', Jon knocked back her glass of wine as she felt her stomach roll over once again. I wish he would stop saying stuff like that she thought to herself.
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Jon felt the awkward silence, and decided to try and make light of the situation. 'Well it's kinda tough having to carry a conversation yourself, just gimme a minute to think up a new subject' he smiled. He instantly regretted it, You moron! Way to make her feel worse about not knowing who the hell she is! 'Well i guess at least this way you get to practise your people skills' she replied sticking out her tongue before giggling. Relieved that she decided to make light of his comments he started to relax, or as much as he could around this girl.
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'How's it going my ol' china plates' a familiar voice came from behind interupting the rivetting conversation they were having on the canapes. 'I think you've finally lost it Rich' Jon said rolling his eyes. 'Ahh come on this one knows what i'm saying don't ya?' he said putting his arm around her. It was all she could do to not spit her drink out as she laughed. 'I think i've got an inkling' she said as she rose from her seat.
Jon envied the way Richie was at ease, laughing and joking while when he was alone with her he could hardly find anything to talk to her about, it wasn't usually this difficult.
'Would you two excuse me for a minute?' Richie and Jon both got up from their seats which she thought was rather polite for two rock stars, 'Sure Girl, just be sure not to stay away too long Jon gets lonely you know' Richie said with a smile. Which Jon then proceeded to wipe off his face by punching his arm.
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She stood infront of the bathroom mirror leaning on the sink. Ok girl just pull yourself together. He is not interested in you, he is apparently a very famous, very very rich, very very very hot man. He is not giving you signals it is all in your head. She ran the tap cupping her hands to collect the water, before realising that if she did splash her face her make up would run, and he wouldn't look twice at her if she looked like Alice Cooper. She let the water go....But then at least Alice Cooper is in his league.
Saturday, 10 November 2007
Chapter ten: A Slow Dance.
Oh God he had one hand on her waist, tucked in on the top of her hip. His other hand held hers, it was hot, not sweaty just really warm. And his face was inches away from her's as they danced. They moved slowly to the Rolling Stones Wild horses. She couldn't really hear the music due to the rushing of blood in her head. She was in sheer lust with the man, being this close was torture.
His mouth moved to her ear and he whispered down low in his throat 'You're a good dancer...you move really well.' She could feel herself blush at the double meaning in his words. Say something, just say anything dammit she told herself, 'I really love this song' she mumbled. 'Stones eh? I wouldn't have you down as a Stones fan'. 'Umm yeah i guess, just the older stuff' she replied. 'That's funny'Jon said...'funny why?' she said moving away from him. 'Hey no, no. It's just that you have no idea of Bon Jovi yet you recognise the Stones, thought it was a little strange'. She just looked away from his gaze and moved back in closer to him.
They didn't speak for the remainder of the song. Just moving to the music, slowly, avoiding other people on the dance floor but not ever actually seeing them.
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Her hand rested on his lower back, at the slight indent. Whenever he made a step forward as they danced, his leg would move between hers touching ever so slightly. She was highly concious of every contact. She felt as if electricity was sparking between them.
She could smell the hint of aftershave on him, she could feel his back muscles move underneath his suit, she looked at the side of his face god he was gorgeous. Just all of him. She looked until he caught her eye and she quickly looked away, blushing again. But she just couldn't help looking at him, he attacked all her senses, he had a smile on his lips as if he knew how she was feeling.
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Jon held her close as the Stones played in the background, she felt small almost fragile in his hands. He just looked over her shoulder into the distance not seeing anything. Just trying to remain focused, God this girl is tuning me on. Maybe it's the drink, hell maybe it's just because it's been a while.... His thoughts wandered, not making the situation easier. He felt unbearably hot, yet he didn't want to break contact with her, all he wanted was the song to last and to hold her. But at the same time the touches between them were almost unbearable.
He saw her then looking at him, he looked down at her eyes and couldn't help but smile. When he looked down her hair was just below his face, he breathed in the scent. He couldn't get enough.
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After what felt like an eternity the music ended and they pulled away from each other...'Wanna drink?' Jon asked after what felt like minutes of uncomfortable silence. 'Sure'.
She followed him as he turned and walked to the bar, and she couldn't help her eyes trailing to his butt...
His mouth moved to her ear and he whispered down low in his throat 'You're a good dancer...you move really well.' She could feel herself blush at the double meaning in his words. Say something, just say anything dammit she told herself, 'I really love this song' she mumbled. 'Stones eh? I wouldn't have you down as a Stones fan'. 'Umm yeah i guess, just the older stuff' she replied. 'That's funny'Jon said...'funny why?' she said moving away from him. 'Hey no, no. It's just that you have no idea of Bon Jovi yet you recognise the Stones, thought it was a little strange'. She just looked away from his gaze and moved back in closer to him.
They didn't speak for the remainder of the song. Just moving to the music, slowly, avoiding other people on the dance floor but not ever actually seeing them.
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Her hand rested on his lower back, at the slight indent. Whenever he made a step forward as they danced, his leg would move between hers touching ever so slightly. She was highly concious of every contact. She felt as if electricity was sparking between them.
She could smell the hint of aftershave on him, she could feel his back muscles move underneath his suit, she looked at the side of his face god he was gorgeous. Just all of him. She looked until he caught her eye and she quickly looked away, blushing again. But she just couldn't help looking at him, he attacked all her senses, he had a smile on his lips as if he knew how she was feeling.
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Jon held her close as the Stones played in the background, she felt small almost fragile in his hands. He just looked over her shoulder into the distance not seeing anything. Just trying to remain focused, God this girl is tuning me on. Maybe it's the drink, hell maybe it's just because it's been a while.... His thoughts wandered, not making the situation easier. He felt unbearably hot, yet he didn't want to break contact with her, all he wanted was the song to last and to hold her. But at the same time the touches between them were almost unbearable.
He saw her then looking at him, he looked down at her eyes and couldn't help but smile. When he looked down her hair was just below his face, he breathed in the scent. He couldn't get enough.
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After what felt like an eternity the music ended and they pulled away from each other...'Wanna drink?' Jon asked after what felt like minutes of uncomfortable silence. 'Sure'.
She followed him as he turned and walked to the bar, and she couldn't help her eyes trailing to his butt...
Monday, 29 October 2007
Chapter nine: The beauty, the joker and the comedian.
Joining the group of guys they all said their 'hello's and 'wow you look great's to her, she just couldn't keep from smiling. Way to over inflate my ego she thought, still loving the attention. David was the first to speak and none too subtley suggest they left Jon and her to it. 'Well guys i think a see a great sea food canape thataway! Oh and Jon stay right there....being that you are allergic and all' Jon just shook his head laughing, David was always the joker, and had a rather fitting tattoo to prove it. 'I could go for a canape right now' She said. 'Err Err you can't' David struggled for a reason...'You never know you may be allergic too....what with the no memory thing how could you know? And your face will puff up....and the redness...and then hospital...maybe even death!' he said extra dramatically. 'Real subtle man' Tico laughed as he put his hand on David's shoulder, and with that Tico, Richie, David and Hugh left.
She glanced awkwardly at the floor, suddenly feeling really self concious....Jon broke the silence, 'you look great Shorty', with that brilliant smile of his...shaking her head slightly, but not really wanting to tell him off, 'thanks...it was a good choice'. 'Well....' Jon began before someone appeared from the left, 'Jon. Bon. Jovi. How the hell are you?!' a broad Irish accent boomed. Jon closed his eyes before opening them again with an 'i'm sorry look' as he turned he put on the business voice, 'Bill, great to see ya..'.
'Just some suit from the record company', she span around to see Richie there with a friendly smile. 'Oh right, i guess it's really more of a business thing anyway. The party, like?', nodding Richie said 'yeah can be a bit like that really, Jon gets the worst of it though'. Gesturing to some tables Richie led them to sit down. 'Thanks Richie' she said as they sat at the table. 'What the hell for girl?' laughing as he poured them both a glass of wine. 'Well i was going to be a little bit lonely, Jon was leaving with that fella' , 'ahh i got ya darling, well it's not like me to leave a pretty girl all alone' chuckling again to himself as he sipped the wine. 'What is so funny?' she said with mock annoyance. 'Just that way you said fella, proper cockney my love' he said in an accent worse than Dick Van Dyke. Leaning her chin on her hand she said 'hey you might be onto something you know, narrows my probable home area down a fair bit'. Laughing again Richie picked up a spoon pretending to puff on a pipe, 'Well Watson one assumes that one comes from the area of london town'. They both collapsed in fits of giggles...
'Looks like you too are getting on famously' Jon said as he sat down at their table, 'Don't worry man' Richie said putting his hand on Jon's shoulder 'i'm not pissing on your patch' he said with a wink. 'Erm Richie i think you've got some mixed metaphors going on there man. Or some sort of lack of brain function situation'. Richie pouted and tapped the side of his nose with another wink. She was just sat on the opposite side of the table in absolute stitches, 'hey don't encourage him! he already thinks he is some sort of comedian'. 'He is a right laugh!' she said finally gaining composure, 'you must have a great time on tour'. Jon nodded, 'Yeah i guess, lets not talk about him though yeah?'...'Ok sorry' she said looking down at her hands. 'No i didn't mean....i'm sorry, i guess my people skills aren't the best after all these years. I mean most of the people i deal with are sort of, well they don't call me up on it'. Jon looked away brushing his hair off his face an sighed heavily. 'Look don't worry, it's just i mean i was making conversation. It's just I don't have a lot I can actually talk about'. Jon stood holding out his hand. 'Talking is over-rated anyway' he smiled.
She glanced awkwardly at the floor, suddenly feeling really self concious....Jon broke the silence, 'you look great Shorty', with that brilliant smile of his...shaking her head slightly, but not really wanting to tell him off, 'thanks...it was a good choice'. 'Well....' Jon began before someone appeared from the left, 'Jon. Bon. Jovi. How the hell are you?!' a broad Irish accent boomed. Jon closed his eyes before opening them again with an 'i'm sorry look' as he turned he put on the business voice, 'Bill, great to see ya..'.
'Just some suit from the record company', she span around to see Richie there with a friendly smile. 'Oh right, i guess it's really more of a business thing anyway. The party, like?', nodding Richie said 'yeah can be a bit like that really, Jon gets the worst of it though'. Gesturing to some tables Richie led them to sit down. 'Thanks Richie' she said as they sat at the table. 'What the hell for girl?' laughing as he poured them both a glass of wine. 'Well i was going to be a little bit lonely, Jon was leaving with that fella' , 'ahh i got ya darling, well it's not like me to leave a pretty girl all alone' chuckling again to himself as he sipped the wine. 'What is so funny?' she said with mock annoyance. 'Just that way you said fella, proper cockney my love' he said in an accent worse than Dick Van Dyke. Leaning her chin on her hand she said 'hey you might be onto something you know, narrows my probable home area down a fair bit'. Laughing again Richie picked up a spoon pretending to puff on a pipe, 'Well Watson one assumes that one comes from the area of london town'. They both collapsed in fits of giggles...
'Looks like you too are getting on famously' Jon said as he sat down at their table, 'Don't worry man' Richie said putting his hand on Jon's shoulder 'i'm not pissing on your patch' he said with a wink. 'Erm Richie i think you've got some mixed metaphors going on there man. Or some sort of lack of brain function situation'. Richie pouted and tapped the side of his nose with another wink. She was just sat on the opposite side of the table in absolute stitches, 'hey don't encourage him! he already thinks he is some sort of comedian'. 'He is a right laugh!' she said finally gaining composure, 'you must have a great time on tour'. Jon nodded, 'Yeah i guess, lets not talk about him though yeah?'...'Ok sorry' she said looking down at her hands. 'No i didn't mean....i'm sorry, i guess my people skills aren't the best after all these years. I mean most of the people i deal with are sort of, well they don't call me up on it'. Jon looked away brushing his hair off his face an sighed heavily. 'Look don't worry, it's just i mean i was making conversation. It's just I don't have a lot I can actually talk about'. Jon stood holding out his hand. 'Talking is over-rated anyway' he smiled.
Tuesday, 9 October 2007
Chapter eight: Red Dress.
She stood infront of the mirror holding the dress up to her body. She was wearing just her underwear, 'i just don't know about this' she said to herself. Removing her bra, can't have visible straps of course, she slipped into the dress....The fabric felt so good on her skin.
'Hmm not too shabby, i guess' she whispered as she looked at her reflection. She applied a small amount of makeup from the complimentary cosmetics provided by the hotel, a quick spritz of perfume and slipped on the strappy stilettos jon had left her.
In the lift on the way down to the party she suddenly came over all nervous...'What if i don't see them right away? there are going to be loads of people....not that I even know Jon an the guys at all really...Oh god maybe i'll go back now before it's too...' DING! the doors opened and she heard the strains of The Who - Substitute. At least the music is good. Walking forward to the top of the stair way she looked below at all the party-goers. 'Jesus...this is no small time local band' she couldn't help herself as she spoke out loud.
Okay now or never...let's do this She moved to start her descent on the staircase, there were a pair, opposite each other and from where she stood she had spotted the band right away. She descended slowly and warily trying not to make an absolute fool of herself if at all possible.
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Jon was stood in the hotel ballroom talking with the rest of the band. The had been joined by people employed on the tour, friends, record company employees and more random celebrities than you could shake a stick at. 'Well this is some party' Richie said looking around, 'Yeah but not the fun kind...work related' Jon shrugged. David just put his hand on Jon's shoulder 'It's what you make of it Jon!', 'You are so right oh wise one!' he replied sarcastically. 'Hey guys i think things just got a whole lot better....check out the eyecandy at 3 o'clock'.
Glancing up he saw her then, she was halfway down the staircase, looking at her feet as she slowly came down the stairs...'Wow' he gulped, 'haha Jon is smitten' joked Richie...ignoring him Jon just took in the view....
The Red dress he had chosen fitted her perfectly, and the bright red colour looked amazing against her porcelain skin. she held onto the bannister with one hand and with the other hitched her skirt ever so slightly to make it easier to walk the stairs....Thus showing that fraction extra piece of leg that Jon was really appreciating right now. She clocked him staring...and he froze, he couldn't seem to look away from her eyes...
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She was concentrating hard on not tripping over her 4 inch heels on the stairs, whilst trying to actually walk in that tight dress when she saw him. Her eyes fixed on his suddenly and she was lost...
'Hmm not too shabby, i guess' she whispered as she looked at her reflection. She applied a small amount of makeup from the complimentary cosmetics provided by the hotel, a quick spritz of perfume and slipped on the strappy stilettos jon had left her.
In the lift on the way down to the party she suddenly came over all nervous...'What if i don't see them right away? there are going to be loads of people....not that I even know Jon an the guys at all really...Oh god maybe i'll go back now before it's too...' DING! the doors opened and she heard the strains of The Who - Substitute. At least the music is good. Walking forward to the top of the stair way she looked below at all the party-goers. 'Jesus...this is no small time local band' she couldn't help herself as she spoke out loud.
Okay now or never...let's do this She moved to start her descent on the staircase, there were a pair, opposite each other and from where she stood she had spotted the band right away. She descended slowly and warily trying not to make an absolute fool of herself if at all possible.
***********
Jon was stood in the hotel ballroom talking with the rest of the band. The had been joined by people employed on the tour, friends, record company employees and more random celebrities than you could shake a stick at. 'Well this is some party' Richie said looking around, 'Yeah but not the fun kind...work related' Jon shrugged. David just put his hand on Jon's shoulder 'It's what you make of it Jon!', 'You are so right oh wise one!' he replied sarcastically. 'Hey guys i think things just got a whole lot better....check out the eyecandy at 3 o'clock'.
Glancing up he saw her then, she was halfway down the staircase, looking at her feet as she slowly came down the stairs...'Wow' he gulped, 'haha Jon is smitten' joked Richie...ignoring him Jon just took in the view....
The Red dress he had chosen fitted her perfectly, and the bright red colour looked amazing against her porcelain skin. she held onto the bannister with one hand and with the other hitched her skirt ever so slightly to make it easier to walk the stairs....Thus showing that fraction extra piece of leg that Jon was really appreciating right now. She clocked him staring...and he froze, he couldn't seem to look away from her eyes...
*********
She was concentrating hard on not tripping over her 4 inch heels on the stairs, whilst trying to actually walk in that tight dress when she saw him. Her eyes fixed on his suddenly and she was lost...
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