Hours later Richie woke up to the amount of bright
light that was shining in to the room. The weather hadn’t been bad but with the
rays shining through the blinds, it looked very promising to be a nice day. Hopefully
the weather would be as nice this afternoon when they’d get to Oslo.
He turned his gaze from the blinds back to Sarah, still perfectly asleep next to him. His arms were still around her, under her, up to her shoulder while his other hand still rested on her bottom.
In comparison to earlier this morning, Sarah looked perfectly peaceful and he wanted to let her stay there rather than wake her up but it was getting close to noon, they had to leave, the plane would leave at 1.30 pm.
When he turned back to Sarah, he saw her face contort in pain. He thought he should wake her up but she relaxed again.
Richie continued watching her sleep, she needed to rest, it was something he had liked since the first time they shared a bed. He watched her a few minutes until he watched her face turn to a painful expression followed by a moan.
“Sarah?” He softly stroked over the small of her back to wake her up.
Sarah woke up in an instant, Richie came in to her view and she almost forgot the pain that was disturbing her. “Morning.” She smiled at him.
Richie smiled back at her, “morning,” he kissed her shortly, “how are you feeling, you looked like you were in pain”
“Not as bad as yesterday but I’m going to like painkillers.” She joked.
Richie sat up next to her, starting the same routine as earlier. “I’ll be keeping that box then.” He said as he popped two pills out of their package.
“I was only kidding sweetie.” Sarah reassured him.
He turned around again and leaned in to kiss her, saying, “I know,” before he kissed her lips, “you called me sweetie.” A big smile on his face.
“I did?” She asked surprised, not realizing she had.
“You did, no taking it back.” He teased.
A smile appeared on Sarah’s face. “I don’t think I want to.”
“Good.”
Richie gave her another kiss before getting off the bed and stretching to stand. “We have to leave in,” he glanced at the clock, “half an hour. The plane takes off in an hour. Think we’re going to
“You don’t know where we are going?” Sarah asked surprised.
“As long as the pilot knows.” Richie joked.
Sarah sat up in the bed, pulled the sheets away and picked up the cold pack, then moved to get up too.
“What are you doing?’
She looked up at Richie, who was still convinced she shouldn’t be doing anything.
“Getting dressed.” Sarah pointed out.
Carefully she stood up and walked a few steps to her bag to pick out her clothes for the day.
Richie did the same, quickly dressing without minding Sarah in the room, she wasn’t paying attention to him anyway.
Sarah got her clothes and toiletries and walked to the bathroom, excusing herself to get dressed in private.
Richie started packing while he waited for Sarah while she got dressed. His dirty clothes went in to the laundry bag and his personal possessions went into his travel bag.
By the time he was ready, Sarah came out of the bathroom.
Richie looked up at her, liking what he saw even though it was only a pair of blue jeans and a red t-shirt. Her shirt was tight enough to show off her figure.
For Sarah it had been one of those t-shirts she packed but wasn’t sure she’d wear it, exactly because it was a bit tighter and accentuated her figure.
“So where does dirty laundry go?” She asked.
Richie held up his laundry bag. “Laundry bag, leave it outside the door and it’ll magically return clean the next day.” He explained cheerful.
Sarah chuckled. “Magically?”
Richie nodded, “how else?” He asked seriously.
Half an hour later they were at the airport, which according to Sarah, was much nicer with Richie. They hadn’t gone through the busy main hall or terminals.
When they arrived, they changed their big SUV cars for an airport bus and were driven to the plane on the tarmac.
Sarah had been amazed they had their own plane but remembered the concert she had watched the night before, the crowd was huge, the band was successful.
As usual with Richie around her, she felt more comfortable and less nervous, he had definitely become her rock.
Richie picked out their seat on the plane, taking the seat by the window before Sarah could but she didn’t mind and preferred an aisle seat.
The plane had two seats by two for two rows in the front, in the middle there were two tables with two seats pointing to the front of the plane and two to the back. Sideways there was a couch with three seats. Further to the back there was a bathroom and a room with a bed.
For Sarah it was unbelievable, it was luxurious but not too fancy.
Jon joined them, taking his seat across of Richie. “How’s the foot Sarah? Matt said you went to the hospital.”
“We did. It’s sprained, need to keep it elevated and iced.” Sarah explained.
“Shouldn’t you put it up then? Kick Sambora out of his seat and put it up.” He suggested as a joke.
“We could kick you out of your seat so Sarah can put her foot up there.” Richie told him.
“Why would you do that, there’s a perfectly good, empty seat next to me.” Jon padded the seat next to him.
Sarah did as Jon suggested and put her foot on the seat in front of her like Richie suggested, she rather kept him next to her.
Some of the pain was already relieved just by elevating it.
When the plane was up in the air, another lady appeared in the cabin, walking right up to them.
“You must be Sarah, Richie told me lots about you.”
“He has?” Sarah wondered, looking over at Richie who smiled a guilty smile.
“Yeah, he spent the whole flight from
“Yes please.” Sarah happily accepted the offer.
“Alright, I’ll bring lunch in a minute too.” Jane looked up to Jon and Richie who both nodded.
By 5 pm they finally made it to their hotel in
After discussing it with the rest of the band, he joined Sarah in their room again. “Got us a perfect night planned, order some room service and watch some movies. Maybe make out a bit and see where that goes.” He shrugged as he suggested it but only meant it as a joke.
“Richie.” Sarah complained.
“I’m kidding. Anyway, I need a shower after a flight.” He said.
“Me too.” Sarah said too fast but the plane had given her a, not exactly dirty feeling, but less clean.
“Hmmm wanna join me?” He teased.
Sarah looked at him, considering the idea. “No.” She decided, showering seemed too soon, she was more comfortable with this morning.
“Alright, but I really hope you don’t shower on your own then.”
“Why not?” Sarah asked confused.
“Do you think you can manage? You already slipped once and it’s nicely wrapped now.” Richie explained.
Sarah looked down at her foot, he was right, she didn’t want to take the bandage off because she’d never get it exactly right again.
“You’re right, I could never wrap it up like that again. I can just wash by the sink.” She decided.
Richie still preferred helping her out but maybe a relaxing evening on the couch could turn back to what they were doing earlier. So he agreed and went to shower first.
Sarah took her bag and started looking for clean clothes. She didn’t want to get fully dressed, in fact she wanted to get out of jeans and t-shirt and especially her bra, her back was still hurting. Still feeling silly about forgetting pj’s, she’d just have to ask Richie for clothes later.
Instead she sat down on the couch and turned on the TV.
“Anything good?” Richie walked back in, dressed in jeans, barefoot and wearing a dress shirt with the buttons left open.
“It’s all in Swedish. Haven’t you learned all these languages by now?” She teased.
“Hey, I play guitar, I’m not a master mind in languages.” Richie answered her.
“Right, so we have to rent a movie.”
Richie picked up the room service menu which was lying next to the telephone on the night stand and joined Sarah on the couch.
“What do you want for dinner.” He held the folded piece of paper open so she could read it too.
After a minute he sighed, “Where’s the normal food? I want pizza.” He stated.
Sarah took the menu from his hands and turned it around.
“Oh.” He said a little surprised. “That’s better.”
This side of the menu had fast food, pizzas and burgers. They both made their pick and as Richie phoned room service Sarah went into the bathroom. She immediately tried out the towel and bathrobe’s softness. So soft, her towels at home never felt like that. She could definitely get used to that.
In the bathroom she found everything she needed, including a stool. She left washing her hair for last and called Richie when she finished and put on the soft bathrobe.
Richie appeared at the door in an instant, wondering if something was wrong.
“Do you mind to helping me wash my hair?” Sarah explained her problem.
“Don’t mind if I do.” He stepped up to where Sarah was sitting on the stool by the sink and turned on the water. He liked Sarah’s hair, the color, the softness, he liked it.
It wasn’t the first time he helped washing someone’s hair in the sink like that and in a few minutes Sarah was already drying her hair.
Just in time because there was a knock at the door.
When Sarah got back to the room Richie was arranging their dinner on the coffee table. She hadn’t asked him for clothes when he was in the bathroom with her, so she decided to keep the bathrobe for now. It was as soft as the one at the hotel in
They picked a movie and started their dinner.
By the start of the second movie empty plates stood on the coffee table and Sarah had cuddled up to Richie’s side, his arm wrapped around her like it always was. Sarah liked it when he did that, it was simple but it meant a lot to her.
Richie tried his best to look at the TV screen, he had already noticed her bathrobe had gotten looser when she moved closer to him and he could see inside her robe now. The sight had him almost instantly hard. To keep looking at it wasn’t going to help, so he moved in his seat so Sarah had to move too.
He found his side of the couch could recline, he put up his feet and opened his legs for Sarah to sit in front of him.
Once settled again, he wrapped his arms around Sarah’s waist.
Before long she could feel his fingers sneak inside her robe, at first they just rested at her waist but hands soon followed their path and opened her robe, finding more skin to touch.
When his hands moved up to her breasts and moved away her robe so it was resting over her shoulders and her chest was bare, a sharp intake of breath from Sarah made it clear how surprised she was by his actions.
Richie reached in to kiss her neck to distract and relax her. As he had hoped it relaxed her and Sarah leaned back against him, leaning her head against his shoulder.
From there she could reach his lips to kiss him back.
As they kissed, Richie’s hands cupped Sarah’s breasts, groaning at the feel of them.
Sarah could feel his reaction against her back, she still couldn’t believe she turned him on. She didn’t think anyone could be turned on by her again, something she had left behind at college.
After a couple more minutes, Richie turned off the movie and sat up, he needed to relieve the pressure inside his pants. Sarah pulled up her bathrobe, pulling it tightly closed, then she got up to move out of Richie’s way.
Richie got up and took Sarah’s hand, guiding her to the bed.
“What are you doing?” Sarah asked him, uncertain about why he got up and decided to switch to the bed.
Richie turned around and pulled her close. “Moving to the bed.”
“Why?” The couch seemed fine and the movie wasn’t even over yet.
“Because I need to stop touching you before I spontaneously explode.”
Sarah’s eyes went wide with surprise due to his choice of words.
“Oh come here.” He pulled her into a hug. “I… can’t believe how cute you just looked when you did that.”
He had to stop starting sentences with “I” before the words would slip out without his control. He didn’t even know if she felt the same way about him. He knew she trusted him, at least, enough, she’d get there, he was confident of that. He wanted to be sure before telling her about his feelings, there had been enough disappointments lately and he didn’t want to ruin what they had now, so he found Sarah clothes to sleep in and as long as he got a shower a day, he’d survive.
This was a sweet chapter. I love how Richie is trying to be gentle and patient with Sarah. I am curious as to how long Sarah is going to ignore the response her body has to Richie touching her.
ReplyDeleteOh how I would love to fly in the Jovi jet.