Friday, September 28, 2012

Chapter seventeen

Sorry for the spelling mistakes, it's midnight and I'll do a spell and grammar check tomorrow.
And Jovikitn65 where are you?



Richie stepped on the sides of the automatic band and pushed the button to turn it off. His legs were burning from the exercise but it felt good. He picked up his towel and wiped the sweat off of his face.

Then he turned around to the other, Jon, Dean and a personal trainer were at the gym too.

“You done already?” Jon asked.
“That was five miles, man.” Richie told him..
“I’d run ten.” Jon bragged.
“You ain’t running nowhere.” Richie walked over to the bench press Jon was on. “How much you lifting there?” He took a closer look at the weights, not waiting for Jon to answer; he knew he could do more. “I can double that.”
“Not stopping ya man, there’s another one, let’s see how much you can do.” Jon challenged.

“Fine.” Richie stepped over to the weights and took double of what Jon was lifting.

Dean and their personal trainer stood on either side of the bench press Richie was on.

He stretched his arms and grabbed the bar above him. He lifted it up and down to his chest to push it back up. Only to repeat it another three times.

Once the bar was safely back in its place, he turned to look at Jon. “Your turn.” Richie challenged back.
“Okay fine, but I can still run faster than you.” He gave in.
“Asswipe.”
“Fuckhead.”

Richie sat up again and looked at the clock on the wall.

“I better get back to Sarah.” It had been over an hour by now, almost two.
“Gonna do some bed exercises?” Jon teased.
“Don’t go there.” Richie said defensively.
“What?” He only meant it as a joke.
“Just don’t, it’s…” He looked at Dean and the trainer. “Well, I don’t want to tell you with everyone around.”
“Everything alright?” His tone had changed to worried.
“Yeah, some things are just hard for her.” He couldn’t tell him more here.
“I’m here if you need to talk.”
“I know. See you later.”

Richie got his stuff together and went back to the hotel room for a shower.



He used his key card to open the door.

Inside he took his towel from his shoulder and dropped it on the floor, his water bottle he placed on the table.

“Sarah?” He looked up to the couch, she hadn’t said anything when he walked in, or even reacted.

She still didn’t react, so he walked over to her and sat down next to her on the couch.

When he sat close next to her, he noticed tears in her eyes.

In his mind he cursed, that was the second time he left her alone and she had been crying when he returned. Last time it was his fault, did he cause this too?

He reached out to turn her chin towards him, when he touched
her; she jumped and looked at him.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” He asked gently, her eyes were already red from crying.
“I’m not sure.” She said quietly.

The next tear that slipped from her eye, Richie wiped away, he let his hand curl around the side of her face.

“Then why are you crying?”
“I don’t know.” She started sobbing.
“Hey baby,” he soothed, “come here.”

He pulled her in close so her head was resting on his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around her and started stroking her hair.

Already, he could feel his t-shirt getting wet from her tears but let her cry until she started sniffing and calming down, a good five minutes later.

“Sweetie,” he tried again, “what’s wrong?”
Sarah sniffed again. “I think I’m a little overwhelmed.” She wiped her tears but didn’t move away from him.
“What’s overwhelming you?” He asked just as gently as everything he said before.
“Being away from home again but so far.” She started.

She was feeling homesick, was that it, he thought.

“But I want to be here with you.”

He stroked her hair again, showing that he appreciated that.

“But it scares me too.” She wiped at her tears again. “I haven’t felt this in a very long time.

He was glad to hear how she felt, but understanding too.

“For God’s sake, I had sex!”

Richie smiled at that.

“And it was really good.” She added with a smile he didn’t see but it was definitely there. “And I talk to people without being as scared or thinking of what could happen.” She listed everything.

“So you made progress.” Richie concluded for her. “That’s good.”

Sarah nodded against his chest.

“It’s just a lot at once?” He asked.
“It is.” She confirmed.
“You know I’m proud of you for doing all those things, even though you’re scared. I’m glad we have this and we’ll keep your pace to wherever it goes.” He said soothingly and encouraging. “When you got on a plane for me, for us, I knew we’d be alright and you’d be even better. ‘Cause isn’t that what it was all about? Facing your fears and doing it anyway?”

He was still stroking her hair and Sarah still hadn’t moved, he bent down and kissed her hair. “I’m proud of you.” He repeated. “It’s okay to be overwhelmed but don’t do it on your own, talk to me.”
“I know.” She nodded against him.

She hadn’t moved because the close contact with him felt good, she didn’t want to move away from him, she liked being close to him.

That he didn’t loosen his grip on her comforted her just as much as the feeling of him stroking her hair.

“I love you.” She said.
“I love you too.” He hugged her even tighter.

They were quiet for a few minutes, taking comfort from their silence.



Finally Richie broke the silence.

“Are you okay now?”
“Yeah, I’m sorry.” She quickly apologized.
“For what? Being overwhelmed by your feelings?” He asked.
“I guess.” Sarah shrugged.
“Just talk to me, about everything. I’m not gonna get angry because you feel mixed up.” He explained.
“Everything?” She asked suspicious.
“Everything.” Richie confirmed.
“Okay.” She nodded before she continued. “You really stink.
Richie laughed. “I just ran five miles!”

Sarah finally sat up and smiled at him.

He saw a happy smile but a sad face, her eyes were red and puffy, her cheeks flushed and tearstained, it pulled at his heart that she had to feel that way.

He tilted her head and kissed her softly.

“You still look beautiful.” He said.

Sarah covered her cheeks with her hands, feeling the heat of her flushed skin. “I must look horrible.” Realizing that she had been crying for an hour, she couldn’t look pretty right now.

“Not to me, but you are right, I stink, I need to shower.”

Sarah nodded, he really did.

“I think you need to phone your kids.” He said gently, maybe that would help too.

Sarah nodded again, he was right.

Richie got up from the couch and stretched. “I’m taking you out tonight by the way.” He bent down again for another kiss, making it long and tender.

“Right, shower.” He stood back up and walked to the bathroom.

Sarah’s voice stopped him and made him look over his shoulder.

“Wait.”

He turned around.

“I’ll come with you.”

Facing all her fears.

Monday, September 24, 2012

Chapter sixteen


After the concert the band was driven to a nearby airport. As usual Sarah and Richie shared a car with Jon.

Now that they were in the car, Sarah could see Jon was in a lot of pain and hoped Richie was right. On stage he tried to hide it but not anymore. She couldn’t help but think if Richie would get injured, she’d feel even worse.

The drive wasn’t very long and they all moved to the plane.

Sarah followed Richie to the same seat at one of the tables. David followed them and sat on the couch on the other side of the small walkway.

Jon was the last to get on the plane and sat down opposite of Richie, putting his leg up on the seat next to him.

“I’m starving; I hope Jane’s got some good food.” Richie said just as Jane passed by.
“I even got your favorite.” She smiled brightly at him.
“Good woman.” He smiled back.

He had many favorites so it was still a surprise what it would be this time.

Over the sound system they heard the pilot say how long the flight would be and when they’d arrive. When he finished his explanation the plane started moving.

Jane brought out dinner when they were up in the air.

After a big work out like a concert, they always were hungry so Jane had made sure of a second dinner.

It had been years ago that Sarah had been on a plane but this was definitely much better than back then. The privacy was nice, no strangers she had to worry about. The luxury certainly was amazing, the chair she was sitting in was the most comfortable seat on a plane she ever sat in, even the business class seat.

This was very different from a commercial flight, somehow it was homier.



After dinner Sarah started to get tired, she hadn’t gotten used to the long hours yet, it had only been a week.

She’d been with Richie for a week, she though, a lot of things had changed in that week.

She eased back in her chair and against Richie.

“You tired?” He asked gently. “There’s a bed in the back if you want to nap.” He suggested, a bed would be more comfortable after all.
“No, I’m good here.” Sarah rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes, she didn’t mean to actually sleep, just rest her eyes for a while.

Richie checked his watch, still a while before they got to the airport and then the drive to the hotel. He snaked his arm behind her and rested his hand on her hip.

He turned his head and continued his conversation with Jon.



Sarah opened her eyes when the plane landed; she had fallen asleep on Richie’s shoulder after a few minutes. Now she hoped she hadn’t been snoring, that would be even more embarrassing, especially with everyone there.

“Honey, we’re here.” Richie said softly.
Sarah stretched and sat up in her seat. “I fell asleep.”
“Yes, you did.” Richie confirmed.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.” She apologized.
“Apologizing for sleeping? You really don’t have to apologize for that.” He rubbed his hand over her hip.
“Sorry.” She said again.
Richie chuckled.
Sarah realized she just apologized for apologizing. “Sorry.” She said again.
Richie chuckled again. “You’re cute.” He said. “We better go.” He gestured to the rest of the band.

Almost everyone was off the plane by now.

Sarah got up and followed the person in front of her.



At the hotel Richie went for a quick shower while Sarah waited for their bags to arrive. They only had their carry-ons, the rest would be brought to their room.

It didn’t take long before there was a knock on the door and Sarah went to open it.

The bags stood at her feet, the person that had dropped them off just knocked on another door, dropping another bag.

“Thank you.” Sarah said.
The man turned around and looked at her, a bit surprised. “No problem. Do you need help?” He asked.
“No, it’s alright. Thanks for dropping them off.” She said again.
“You’re welcome. I usually don’t get thanked though.” He answered.
“You don’t? That’s kind of rude.”
“They’re busy.” He shrugged. “Usually they don’t answer the door that fast and I’m already gone.” He explained and gestured to the other doors.
“That explains it.”

They said goodbye and Sarah moved the bags in the room, just as Richie got out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist.



They got comfy together in bed, Richie’s arms wrapped around Sarah.

“I was wondering,” Richie said after a few minutes, “if you haven’t had sex in ten years, why are you still on birth control?” He was glad she was but still wondered.
A little surprised Sarah looked up at him. “Because it does more than that.”
Richie gave her a confused look.
“It helps preventing pain and you can plan it out.” She explained.
“Plan it out?”
“Yes, take it longer than three weeks. I’m doing it now so I don’t get my period until I get home.” She explained the rest.
“I like that idea.” He smiled.
Sarah chuckled. “I thought you would.”
“But it still works, right?”
“Of course.” She assured him.
“Good.” He concluded, he still wanted kids, some day, later on but not right now.



The next morning Richie woke up with Sarah in his arms. When he looked down at her, she looked so peaceful that he stayed still in bed, knowing she’d wake up if he got up.

He held her for a while longer, thinking of what to do the next two days. For starters he needed to go to the gym, it had been over a week and now he wouldn’t have to have a running match with Jon, he’d win.

They also needed to go shopping, he had seen the rest of Sarah’s clothes and she deserved some new things, and nightwear, definitely nightwear. Something made out of silk or lace and flimsy. Would she wear a babydoll like that? He’d have to convince her. It would probably be more comfy than sleeping in her bra anyway, although he did like that view. He looked down again, straight into her cleavage.

It was well past 10 when he finally decided to get up, he realized he had been watching her for nearly an hour.

Carefully he untangled his arms, hoping she’d stay asleep but knowing better than that.

When he stood and turned to look at her, her eyes were open and she smiled softly at him, still half asleep.

“Morning,” he said, “want to order breakfast?”

Sarah was hungry too and agreed, she got out of bed to get dressed too.



Half an hour later they sat at the table by the big window of their room, it was sunny already.

“What do we do today?” Sarah asked before she took a drink from her freshly brewed coffee, perfect, how she wanted it.
“I’d like to go to the gym,” he hoped she wouldn’t mind, “I haven’t been since you got here and I need to do some running.” Richie explained.
Sarah nodded. “Okay.”
“Do you mind staying on your own for a while?” He worried about her.
“No, no,” she said quickly, “it’s fine. I’d like some time by myself, think some things over.” She assured him.
Richie reached his hand over the table and took hers, making her look up at him. “You sure you’re okay?” He asked, a little more worried.
“Yes, I just… Just some thinking.”

That didn’t help to easy Richie’s mind. What did she need to think about? There had to be something wrong, otherwise she didn’t need to think things over. Was she regretting it all? But she loved him.

He didn’t ask her again and spent the rest of breakfast talking about something else. She was entitled to some private time too.



After breakfast, Richie changed into running shorts and said goodbye with a short kiss.

Friday, September 21, 2012

Chapter fifteen

Sarah woke up early the next morning, instinctively crossing her legs, pressing them together to try and make the tenderness go away. Her guess of him being big was right and she was certainly feeling it now although last night felt amazing.

The pain eased a little bit and she looked over at him. He was on his back next to her, the sheet covered his belly but left his chest bare. His face was relaxed and his eyes still closed, all together he looked gorgeous.

“What are you looking at?” His voice grumbled in a low whisper.

Sarah made a little jump at the sound, she hadn’t expected him to talk, she thought he was still sleeping.

“You look very sexy.” She said as she relaxed against his side.
“Mmmm.” Richie opened his eyes and turned his head to see her. “You don’t look bad yourself.” He liked her messed up hair and the satisfaction he could still see in her eyes.

Sarah smiled and reached up to kiss him. He softly kissed her back, starting to rub her back, glad there were no restrictions this time, only skin.

“I like having you naked in my bed.” Richie said gently.
“I bet you do.” She leaned back on his shoulder.
“Don’t you like being naked in my bed?” He asked a little worried, did she regret it now?
“It takes a little getting used to.” She admitted, it had still been a big step for her.

Richie turned to his side so he could see her eyes. It was easier to read her when he could see her eyes. “We have time.” He pulled her closer to him, feeling her breasts pressed against him.

Sarah felt his dick pressing against her. He wasn’t there yet but was he ready to go again, already? She needed a little more time to recover.

“Maybe a bit more than a little.” Sarah said quietly, not sure if she should say it all. Now that they’ve had sex he must expect they’d do it again.

Richie looked worried at her; maybe she did regret it or at least had second thoughts about it now. “Are you alright hun?” The worry was obvious in his voice.

She didn’t mean to worry him, it wasn’t his fault. “Yeah, I am, just a little…” She felt embarrassed about it.

“Oh honey, did I hurt you?” He let go of her a little, so he could read her face. He was regretting it already, hurting her was the last thing he ever wanted to do.

Sarah shook her head. “No, it’s just a bit tender, I guess.” She felt embarrassed to admit it to him.

He kissed her softly, letting his hand that was stroking her back, go lower to the curve of her ass.

“I love your ass.” He said.
Sarah chuckled, he liked her ass?
“What? I’m serious here.” He pulled away again to look at her.
“I know, I’m sorry.” She apologized.
“I love all the rest of you too.” Richie added.
“I love you too.”

He kissed her tenderly again, subconsciously pressing into her side. Unknowingly he made Sarah nervous with it.

He always woke with the starting of a morning erection when he was next to her but now he might actually want to act on it and that made Sarah nervous. She wasn’t ready yet, maybe her body would relax a bit more during the day.

His hand was already sneaking between her legs, pushing them apart.

“Richie.” She half moaned, half complained, she wasn’t ready yet.
“Shhh.” He soothed her, he understood, he wasn’t really going to do anything more than what he was doing now when his finger slid between her slippery folds.

Even though she felt tender, it still felt good when he touched her and she didn’t make any move to stop him.

Sarah gasped when his finger made a long stroke over her clit. His fingertip was the last to brush over it but didn’t move away.

With slow circles he played her clit, all the while watching her face closely, already he could see the arousal present. Her lips were slightly parted, her eyes hooded, trying to keep them open, her breathing was coming in moans.

He played her faster, making her moan louder, loving every sound she was making. He knew perfectly how to arouse a woman, loving her made it even better, then she was all that mattered.

As she closed her eyes, he kissed her tenderly as his finger over her again, making her shudder once.

She let his tongue curl around her as she raised her hips up to him.

He knew what she wanted and made his motions short and fast.

With the added sensations Sarah started shuddering as she felt her orgasm wash over her. In excitement she pushed her chest forward, curling her back, letting her head fall down and pressing her bottom into the mattress, without his hand leaving her body.

Richie watched her, he loved that he could do that to her. His touches turned feather light as he watched her writhe against him.

When she finally could breathe normal again and her body relaxed, she slowly opened her eyes, his hand moved lower, letting two fingers slide over the wet skin. He assumed that that was where she was hurting, he slowly stroked her tender skin, hoping it would help to ease it away.

“You look amazing when you do that.” Richie said softly.
“You’re very good at it.” She complimented.

Richie chuckled, like didn’t know that. He stroked his other hand over her cheek, slowly turned her head towards him for another kiss.

He looked her in the eye when their kiss broke apart.

“I love you.” He repeated, he’d tell her every day, all day if he could.
Sarah smiled softly, how did she get this lucky all of a sudden? “I love you.”

Richie moved his hand away from her and wiped it on the sheet, sitting up next to her.

Instinctively Sarah pressed her thighs together again. Maybe she had been wrong about him being big, more like huge but it had felt so good with him inside her.

Richie looked over at the clock behind him, not as early as he had thought it was, almost 10 am.

Sarah saw him thinking. “When do we need to leave?” She’d rather stay comfortably in bed right now.
Richie shook his head. “Not yet. Tonight, and we’re having dinner on the plane.” He explained for her.
“So concert tomorrow?” She guessed.
He nodded.
“How is Jon going to do that?” She asked, worried about his friend.
“In pain.” Richie said plainly.
Sarah didn’t know what to say to that.
“He’ll be in pain.” Richie agreed to what she was thinking. “He’ll be fine if he rests and doesn’t over do it.”
“Tico and David said he’d be grumpy.” She wanted to see how he thought Jon would be.
Richie laughed. “He’s always grumpy. In an hour he’ll be at my door complaining.”
Sarah chuckled.
“So we better go hide. Want to take a bath?”

That would be relaxing, she thought. The warm water would be soothing to her skin but with him? His dick wasn’t as present against her anymore but still. What would he do? She worried but agreed to it.



A few minutes later she had dressed in the clothes she wore to bed last night and unwrapped her bandage. She carefully got up from the bed and went to the bathroom where Richie was getting the bath ready.

He looked up at her when she walked in, he had just found which one of the complimentary tiny bottles was for bubbles, instead he straightened up to look at her, a little surprised she was wearing clothes again. Did she change her mind?

“You don’t need to hide, saw everything.” He put the emphasis on “everything”. He had more than only seen it, he had touched and kissed it.
“I’m sorry.” She said insecure. Out of bed she didn’t feel comfortable to stay naked and had put on her top and panties again.
“Are we still having our bath?” He asked a little worried that she had changed her mind now.
“Yes, I just didn’t feel comfortable to walk around naked.” She explained.
“No worries.” He bent down and let the liquid flow out of the bottle into the warm water.

It only took a few seconds for bubbles to appear in the water, then Richie stepped in and held out a hand for Sarah. “Come on.”

Sarah undressed again and took his hand.

She watched Richie sit down, he left his legs open for her to sit down. Sarah watched him a little longer, and then turned around to sit down.

He noticed her back lowering in front of him, the bruises didn’t look as bad anymore, yellow but fading.

She sat down between his legs and rested back against his chest.

Richie wrapped his arms around her and folded his hands over her belly, then kissed the sigh of her head. “Warm enough?” He asked.
As she lifted her own hands to put them on top of his, she answered him. “Yes, it is. It’s perfect.”
“Want bubbles?” He asked teasingly.
“We already have bubbles.” She picked some up with her hand and wiped it over his arm, feeling the muscles under his skin. The bubbles that stuck to her own hand, she blew away.

Richie reached out to a button on the side of the tub, making the jets come alive.

Sarah made a little jump as the water started moving, but relaxed against his chest again as it relaxed her.

“I’ve never been in a bath that makes bubbles.”
Richie chuckled. “A whirlpool honey.”
“Then I’ve never been in a whirlpool.” She corrected herself.
“Lots of new things for you on this tour.” He teased again.

The jets did relax her and not only her mind, her body too. It was soothing to her body, feeling very nice and comfortable.

She turned her head and reached up as Richie reached down to kiss her. They kissed tenderly and sweet, he didn’t want to push her for more. She was shy and insecure, one night wasn’t going to change that, he knew that too. He’s still do anything for her, he’s still wait, her pace would be their pace even if he had to wait for another week.



His hands rubbed over her arms when he was getting cold, making Sarah shiver.

“Wanna get out?” He asked.
“Yes, it’s getting cold.” She agreed and moved to stand, struggling as she found a way to get up without hurting herself.

Richie was faster than her and stood up to help her up. He stepped out of the bath and picked up two towels, wrapping one around his waist and holding one open for her.

Sarah carefully stepped out with her bad foot first. An “auch” escaped her as she put all of her weight on it to step out of the bathtub.

“Maybe you should put some ice on it again.” Richie suggested. “Doctor said it’d take a while.” He added as he wrapped the towel around her. They wouldn’t leave until later in the afternoon so they had plenty of time.

After they dressed Richie tried his best to wrap the elastic bandage around her ankle again. The bruises on her ankle looked much better now too.

“Tight enough?” He asked when he finished.
“It’s good. Can we watch a movie before we have to leave?”
“Yeah.” Richie got on the bed next to her.

As he picked up the remote, there was the predicted knock at the door. Richie got up again and went to open the door, finding Jon standing there, supporting on two crutches.

Richie turned around to Sarah as he let Jon in. “See, told you.” He said, then closed the door.
“What’d ya tell her?” Jon asked as he made his way to the couch.
Richie went back to sit with Sarah on the bed. “That you’d come here when you got bored. He explained.
“Yeah, well, I had to get away from Dean, he won’t fucking leave me alone and he wants to do stuff to my knee.” Jon complained.
“Aw poor Jonny.” Richie teased.
“Oh shut up. What are you guys doing?”
“We were just going to watch a movie. If you are a good boy you can watch too.”
Jon rolled his eyes.

Richie turned on the TV menu to look for available movies to rent straight from the movie database. He flipped through them, mostly older movies, to find something they’d like.

“What’s that?” Sarah noticed a title.
Richie stopped.
She read the title again. “What does los muertos mean?”
“The dead.” Jon answered.
“But you don’t wanna watch that, there’s a really ugly actor in it and he ruins everything.” Richie pitched in with his advice.
“Hey!” Jon complained from the couch.
“I am prettier than you.” Richie pointed out and looked for another movie, finally starting one.

He put the remote on the night stand and wrapped his arms around Sarah, pulling her against him.



The movie took a little over two hours, when it finished it was 2pm.

They talked for a while until a knock at the door interrupted them.

Since Richie was the only one in the room that could decently walk, he went to open the door.

“Have you seen Jon? He’s hiding like a little kid.”

Jon groaned loudly and annoyed.

“If you had shut up, I could have lied for you.” Richie said in to the room.

Jon reached for his crutches and tried to get up. “See you later.” He said before he left.



Later that day Sarah and Richie were in another hotel room, just getting ready for bed. Sarah found one of her tops to change in to when Richie looked a little confused at her.
“I don’t like sleeping naked.” She felt like she had to explain, last night was different but now…
Richie wasn’t surprised by it, he figured she didn’t, she hadn’t slept naked any time before. “That’s okay, but maybe we should go shopping for some nightwear then.” He suggested, she couldn't keep sleeping in her or his clothes and he’d like to see her in a flimsy nightgown.
Sarah agreed, she could do that, if they got time to.

They got in bed together and as she always did Sarah snuggled up against his side as he wrapped his arms around her. After tomorrow’s concert they had two days off, he’d take her shopping, for more than just a nightgown.

Sunday, September 16, 2012

Chapter fourteen


Sarah wasn’t left alone at the stadium, after she followed Richie and Jon out to the car, David and Tico were there too. Richie and Jon left along with Dean and Matt.

When they stood alone, David and Tico invited Sarah to drive back to the hotel with them.

Just like their friends, they were quiet on the drive to the hotel. So Sarah sat quietly with them in the back of the car on the comfy, soft seats.



“Wanna go see if the bar is still open?” David suggested to Sarah when they got back to the hotel, standing in the lobby.
“I don’t drink.” Sarah said.
“You don’t? How do you stay hydrated?” David joked but still seemed very serious.
Sarah chuckled. “I don’t drink any alcohol.” She clarified for him.
“What’s wrong with coke or lemonade? Come on, it’ll be fun.” David urged again.

Sarah took a minute to think it over, she hadn’t been in a bar since she went to rehab, the first time. She’d be fine, it had been years, she hadn’t had alcohol in almost 20 years and tonight wouldn’t change that.

“Yeah, okay.” She finally agreed and followed David and Tico to the hotel’s bar.

They found a table in a back corner where nobody would notice them and most of all, not recognize them.

David ordered drinks for him and Tico and let Sarah pick her own from the small menu.

When their drinks arrived, Sarah didn’t know what to say. Tico started about the concert tonight and what would happen now. She didn't think she knew any of them well enough to have an opinion about it too.

“There’s no way he’s canceling.” David said firmly.
“What if they make him?” Tico countered.
“You know Jon has to drop dead first before canceling a tour.” David pointed out.

Tico sighed, not knowing himself and Sarah kept quiet, she didn’t know what to say anyway, she quietly sipped her drink.

David changed the subject to a more casual subject and tried to pull Sarah in to the conversation too, making sure she had something to say too.

After two drink each, Tico decided to go to his room. When he said they’d be traveling the next day with a grumpy man, David agreed.

So along with the two men, Sarah got up and together they went to the elevator and up to their floor.

When Sarah stood by the door of the room she was sharing with Richie, she realized she didn’t have a key card to get in to the room.

David chuckled. “Of course not, we’d lose them on stage.”

Tico went to knock on a door a few doors away from theirs. To Sarah’s surprise he was handed the cards when the door opened.

They all said good night and finally Sarah was alone in her room. She sat down on the bed with a sigh. She was tired but didn’t know what to do. It was past midnight, nearly 1 am. Should she wait of just go to bed?

With another sigh she got up from the comfy bed and went to the bathroom to use the toilet, brush her hair and brush her teeth, minty fresh. She undressed so she was only wearing panties and her bra.

Back in the room she found one of the sleeveless tops to replace her bra with.

Leaving on a light on the night stand for Richie, she got in bed. It felt so empty without him.

She moved a little closer to his side of the bed. The pillows noticeably smelled like him, she inhaled his scent deeply before rearranging the pillows so she could cuddle like she would against him.



Carefully and quietly he unlocked the door, trying hard not to wake up Sarah, he pushed the door open so he could walk in. He was relieved Sarah had left a light on for him, so he didn’t need to use the big light.

She looked peaceful in her sleep, cuddling his pillows, it made him smile and hopeful that she was still sleeping.

He rounded the bed and noticed her eyes were open but sleepy.

“Did I wake you again?”
Sarah smiled. “Not your fault I sleep so lightly, there used to be no way to wake me up but now everything wakes me.” She explained.
“What happened?” He asked as he pulled off his shirt.
“I had a crappy husband.” Sarah moved off the pillows and put them back in place for him.
“Good you have a great boyfriend now.” Richie stated and sat down to take his shoes and socks off, along with his pants.
“An amazing boyfriend.” She corrected him.

Richie turned around and moved to lie down, pulling the sheets over both of them.

“How’d it go?” She asked when he was facing her and she could cuddle up against him, chest to chest.
“He got a tear in his meniscus.” He answered her.
Again, Sarah made a painful face. “Does he need surgery?”
“Yeah, but he won’t until our week's break. He’s got a knee brace and crutches for now.” Richie explained calmly.
“No canceling the tour?”
Richie laughed. “He’d have to die first. He didn’t cancel for me to go rehab.”
“I’m glad you went though.” Sarah smiled again, she snuggled a little closer to him.

Instinctively Richie wrapped his arm around her and stroked her back.

Sarah raised her head to be able to kiss him.

They kissed softly and gently but soon their kisses became more urgent and breathing became more rapid.

Richie’s hand moved under her top, moving higher over her back, he pushed the top up as his hand went higher. He pulled back from the kiss to watch her face. Her hair was getting messy, her green eyes were bright as emeralds and her beautiful red lips were slightly kiss swollen already.

Sarah licked her lips.

“You are so beautiful.” He sighed.
“So are you.”

Her hands reached into his dark hair and pulled him back for a kiss. Sarah’s top was bunched up when Richie grabbed it, but stopped himself to look at her. She nodded softly and raised her arms when he pulled her top up and off.

His eyes stayed focused on hers, then slowly looked down. He noticed his breathing getting faster as he did, he was so excited. She was so beautiful, so perfect. He kissed her again, tenderly soft this time. His hands reached out slowly, like he wasn’t sure to do it or not. Slowly, but eager his hands reached her, soft and gently his hands cupped her breasts. Her skin felt so velvety soft against his rougher hands. He watched her nipples harden at the sides of his hands, he gently squeezed. “So amazing.” He told his mind to calm down, it was Sarah, he was going to take it slowly, if they’d get that far, for her. He wouldn’t push her.

Sarah moaned when he squeezed her breasts, the calluses on his fingertips and the little roughness of the palms of his hands felt so nice on her rapidly overheating skin. She couldn’t help herself when she pushed her chest in to his hands, wanting more of his touches.

Richie did as she wanted and held her a little firmer, reveling in how amazing it was to finally touch her. His hands moved from her breasts to her back, to pull her against his chest. Finally he could feel her soft naked breasts pressed against him. Unbelievable, how wonderful this was, finally. If she stopped him now, he’d explode.

Sarah reached her hands around him, stroking his back and side. His dick was already hard and now pressing against her. Finally he let some space between them again, both still on their sides facing each other. Sarah’s hands moved from his back to his chest, toying with the short hair she found on his chest.

Her soft touches made his dick jump in attention but it had to wait a little longer. His hand cupped her breast again as he kissed her softly. Followed by her chin, then along her jawline. He licked behind her ear and trailed kisses down her neck to her collarbone.

Sarah’s let her head fall backwards in enjoyment with a moan, giving Richie more skin to reach and kiss tenderly. His hand was still holding her breast, his thumb playing with her nipple. Sarah flattened her hands on his chest; she could feel his heart beating inside and his nipples pressing against her palms.

When Richie’s trail of kisses returned, Sarah finally fell to her back, giving in to the feelings he created inside her.

Richie turned over and lied down on the bed, making Sarah’s hands move back to his back. He paused when he reached her breasts with his trail. Finally, another milestone he wanted to pass. He didn’t wait for Sarah’s approval and started kissing up the swell of her breast. When Sarah moaned he knew he could go on. In a few kisses he found her nipple and covered it with his mouth.

Sarah gasped when he sucked, she hadn’t felt anything like it in years. Her hand started to stroke his shoulders and arms on top of her.

Richie was still holding her other breast, making sure her other nipple was just as hard as the one he was sucking until he switched sides.

Sarah gasped and moaned again, she couldn’t believe how good it felt. Every single touch he made set her on fire, then when he kissed her skin, she became even hotter, unbelievable and so amazing. Even the butterflies in her belly had spread all over her body. She wanted more.

As if he knew, he looked up at her and moved up to kiss her lips, pressing his hips down into the mattress next to her, soon, he told himself. He looked down at her body again, taking in every inch of skin he could see, goose bumps showed where he had excited her. Then he bent down to her belly, kissing around her bellybutton and dipped his tongue in, making Sarah giggle, he chuckled himself at the sweet and cute sound.

Richie couldn’t believe it, he was so close he could almost smell her. So close that he thought of spontaniously exploding again, the smell of her made it even harder to control himself.

His mouth moved lower, to the waistband of her panties, he kissed along the side of it, from hip to hip. His hands rested on each hip, his thumbs already tucked in, ready to pull them down.

Unconsciously Sarah bucked her hips up, the butterflies seemed to have settled between her legs but were still fluttering like crazy.

Richie looked up at her again and with another nod, he sat up and pulled her panties down.

Sarah lifted her hips, then her legs and Richie carefully removed her panties, still regarding her ankle.

He watched her in all her naked glory, he saw a blush appear on her cheeks. “You are so beautiful.” He said again, making Sarah look up and meet his eyes.

His eyes were deep brown, she could get lost him them. She let her eyes roam all over his body, from his broad chest to the treasure trail that lead into the boxers he was wearing. She scrambled to sit up and reached for them, carefully she pulled the elastic away from his belly and down over his penis, pulling the fabric to his knees.

Her eyes widened at the sight of him. He was already rock hard and as she already thought by sleeping with him, big.

Richie watched her beautiful eyes, the emerald green getting darker. He got rid of his shorts and moved to hover over her, his hands next to her head, arms stretched out, ready to kiss her but Sarah pushed at his chest.

“Don’t do that.” She said in a small voice.
Richie sat back and gave her a confused look. “What?” He asked gently.
“Hover above me.”
He waited for her to go on and explain what was wrong.
“It’s just scary.” She hoped she didn’t have to explain it all to him.
Richie nodded. “Okay. Do you want to go on top?” He didn’t mean to make it sound silly, he meant it seriously. He wanted her to enjoy it, not think back of other unpleasant moments.
“I don’t think so.” Sarah said hesitantly.

Richie laid back on his side next to her, pulling her to her side too. “Let’s stop that thinking.” He kissed her deeply and passionately, knowing he was so close now, he needed her to stop thinking before she remembered things he didn’t want her to ever remember again. His hand stroked her back again, making her relax.

Sarah pressed her body against him, feeling his dick rock hard, pulsing and wet naked against her.

Richie groaned with her movements and moved his hand between her legs, gently pushing her tighs apart. He found her warm and soaking wet. “You’ve been waiting just as much as I have, haven’t you?” He asked as he slid a finger inside, amazed at how tight she was around just his finger. 10 years. He gently moved his finger in and out, making Sarah moan again. He loved the sound of that.

Sarah kissed him as an answer.

“You’re sure?” He asked to be sure.
“Yes, just-” She wanted to tell him again but he kissed her, muffling what she was going to say. “Just relax and tell me you’re still on birth control because I didn’t bring any condoms, didn’t expect this.”
Sarah smiled. “I am.” Those pills were more useful than preventing pregnancy alone.

He pulled his finger back from her and lifted her leg over his hip.

His hard dick was now pressing against her heat.

He looked up at her again to see if she was ready but Sarah pressed against him and kissed him.

Richie pulled her leg up higher to his waist and guided his dick inside her. He watched her eyes grow wider as he moved inside her. For a second he thought he'd hurt her, being so tight but he saw amazement in her eyes rather than what he thought first.

She tightened around him, making Richie groan and herself moan.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He said through gritted teeth as he moved out to thrust back in.
“Ten years Richie.” She reminded him as she rocked against him.

The butterflies inside her were going crazy all over her body. Why didn’t she just meet him 25 years ago?

She moaned with every thrust he made, she hadn’t ever felt this good.

He held her hip against his as he thrusted deep again. With every thrust he made, Sarah rocked back against him. She felt so warm around him, he felt like he was going to explode already but he couldn’t without Sarah. He slowed down his thrusts, making every movement savourable.

After a few long, slow thrusts he felt Sarah tighten around him again. Richie's hand continued the soft touches he made with his fingers on her leg as he thrusted again.

Sarah closed her eyes to the passion, feeling it even more now but Richie held still deep inside her. “Open your eyes, I want to watch you.”

With effort Sarah opened her eyes again.

Richie thrusted deeply one more time and Sarah rocked back, screaming his name as she exploded around him. Every part of her body was on fire, something she hadn't ever felt or at least remembered feeling.

The pulsations around his dick finally made him left go too with a groan of Sarah’s name. He watched her enjoy her orgasm with the added sensation of his hot cum shooting inside her.

Sarah was lost in all the feelings she was feeling. She closed her eyes in enjoyment again, seeing fireworks behind her eyelids. Wanting to hold on to every tingling feeling she had, she gripped her leg tighter around his hip. She didn’t want to let go of it, it was too perfect.

She felt his soft lips cover hers in a sweet kiss, bringing her down from her high.

“You alright?” He whispered close to her ear.

His warm breath tickled her sensitive skin, making goose bumps appear. She couldn’t manage words and moaned.

Richie's hand moved up to push her hair back over her shoulder. She looked so beautiful. He was glad she finally fully opened up to him.

Finally Sarah opened her eyes to see him, a small smile on his lips, a huge brightness in his eyes.

“Hi.” He said softly.
She managed a smile.
“You sure you’re alright there?” He asked again.
“More than alright, more perfect than ever. That was the most amazing orgasm I ever had.” Sarah said, still enjoying the small flutters.
“Really?” His smile grew bigger.
Sarah giggled again. “Yes.” She reached in to kiss him softly.
Richie felt proud with that compliment.

He was going to make sure she got even more most amazing orgasms ever. She deserved every amazing feeling she had just experienced and he’d gladly give it to her, preferable right now but his dick was already softening inside her.

Sarah’s leg was still firmly holding him in place, she didn’t want to let go, it was like he was another part of her and she couldn’t bear to lose it.

“Sweetheart, I need to move.” He didn’t want to lose the connection they had but his back was starting to hurt.

Reluctantly Sarah lifted her leg off of him.

When Richie slid out of her, she instantly felt empty without him but they both fell to their backs with an appreciative sigh.

Richie turned his head to her. “I think you’re not the only one who had the most amazing orgasm.”
Sarah smiled and moved to lie closer to him.
His arm wrapped around her and stroked her side. It was something he did automatically.
“I love you.” She snuggled against him, her leg thrown back over his; she rested her head on his shoulder.
Richie kissed the top of her head, and then rested his chin there. “I love you too.”

Sarah fell asleep to the remaining feelings of an amazing orgasm and the feelings of Richie’s fingers stroking up and down her side.

He noticed her breathing leveling out and her body relaxing against his. He couldn’t think of a more amazing night in his life. He wasn’t ever letting go of her.

Thursday, September 13, 2012

Chapter thirteen


The next morning Richie woke up to the bright Helsinki sun, Sarah had moved while she slept, her back was now pressed to his chest.

It was past 10 already, if he wanted to take her to see the city, they’d better get going or they won’t have any time.

He carefully got up but like every time before, she woke up anyway.

Sarah turned around to see him. “Morning.” She said as she sat up.

Richie wished her a good morning too, and then noticed something by the door. He turned away from the bed and walked to the door; he bent over and picked up the papers that had been slid under the door. He read the first one, and then leafed through the others.

“What did you get?” Sarah asked from the bed.
“Top 10 things to do in Helsinki.” He read the title of the first page as he walked back to the bed and handed Sarah the papers.



When Richie returned a few minutes later from the bathroom, Sarah was still reading. He liked the view he got from the bathroom door. Sarah was still in the bed, her knees pulled up, resting the paper on her thighs. The white sheet pulled up to cover her bra. She seemed so comfortable, not only in the softness of the bed but with herself too. He was glad to see her like that and hoped he had a little to do with it.

“Anything you want to do?” He walked in to the room with a towel wrapped around his waist.
“There’s a few we can do.” Sarah looked up at him as she said it, he looked breathtaking, she handed him one of the papers. “There’s a few museums but I like the national museum best and they have a tour in English too.” She was more than a little excited about it. “And something you’d like too.” She teased.
“Yeah? What would I like?” He asked, sitting down next to her.
“It is Finland,” she shrugged before she went on, “so saunas.”

She got the reaction she wanted when Richie raised his eyebrows and went on with her explanation. “There’s public ones but it also says every hotel has one and I think I’d like that better.”
A bit surprised Richie asked, “You want to go to a sauna?”
Sarah nodded, “If you want to.”

“The English tour starts in an hour.” He pointed to the time on the paper. “So we can go to the sauna afterwards, the hotel must have one.” He suggested.
“And we’ll have time afterwards for you to get ready.” Sarah added.
“We better get ready then.”

Sarah reached over to kiss him. “Thanks for doing this. You probably have other ideas than a museum.”
“Anything with you is fun.”



They arrived in time at the museum for the English tour. Their guide told them all about the history of Finland. Sarah found it very interesting, she hardly knew anything about the country’s history and was happy to learn since they wouldn’t be able to explore more than this.

At the end even Richie had liked it and not only because he could hold her hand to let everyone know she was his.



“Still want to go to the sauna?” Richie asked when they were on their way back to the hotel.
“Yeah.” Sarah answered not too excited, but she did want to.
“You sure?” He asked uncertain.
“Yes.” Then she reached in to kiss him. “You can wear a bikini in a sauna, right?”
Richie chuckled. “Yes, you can.”

She had made up her mind but the sauna wasn’t the place for it. It needed to be private, their room, maybe tonight after the concert or tomorrow.

What would he be like after the concert? In Germany he had been relaxed but he wasn’t after the concert in Sweden. What would he be like tonight?

In the sauna they were alone, even though it was open to everyone at the hotel. Richie picked out one of the wide wooden benches to sit; he padded the space next to him.

Carefully Sarah sat down so her towel wouldn’t come undone.

“We’re all alone you know, it’ll get hotter.” Richie said. Anything to see her almost naked, and now, sweating too.

Sarah did what he suggested and let her towel fall behind her and tried to relax in the rising heat.

To no avail when she was almost boiling, 20 minutes later, unlike her, Richie looked perfectly fine.

“It’s so hot in here, how is this relaxing?” She complained.
“Come here.” He pulled her closer to him.
She stopped him. “That’s going to be even hotter.” She complained when he did pull her closer.
Richie didn’t listen and wrapped an arm around her, lightly stroking his fingers up and down her side.

Almost instantly she relaxed against him.

“I love how you do that.” She sighed appreciatively.
“Me too.” He loved that he could relax her with just his touches. “Remember that other bench we always sat on.”
“It wasn’t that hot there.” Sarah pointed out.
“No, but it was nice, like this.” Richie remembered.
“Yeah it was.”

After a while, when Sarah could finally relax, he rested his hand on her hip, his fingers trailing the edges.



Reluctantly they left the sauna but according to the instructions they shouldn’t stay too long and it was getting time for Richie to get ready.

This time Sarah was excited about the concert, she really wanted to see him play again. Not only that but the songs too, she liked the songs and finally started to know some of the lyrics. She found the last concert very fun and couldn’t wait for the next one.

While Richie showered and dressed Sarah thought of her plan. She was determined to do it tonight before she lost her courage, although she didn’t think she would. She was sure if he touched her like he had, she wouldn’t be able to tell him to stop, as long as he kept her pace and took it slowly.

She was overthinking it, like the first time she ever had sex, it had been nice for five years. This would be like the first time, lovingly and sweet. Then again, sex was overrated and maybe she was romanticizing it too much. To her sex still was an act of love, she couldn’t understand how people hopped from one to the next. That’s why she needed to know Richie loved her.

“What are you thinking about?”
She hadn’t noticed Richie come back in the room. “Hmm?”
“You seemed lost in thought.” He said.
“Oh.” She was still trying to get back to the present.
“Are you alright?” He asked a little confused and worried now.
Sarah shook her head to clear her mind. “Yeah I’m fine.” She told him, sure of her answer.
“Okay then, are you ready?” He asked.
“Good to go.” She got off the bed.
“No fashion advice?” He asked.
“I have a feeling you love me no matter what I wear.” Sarah told him.
“Or what you don’t wear.” He added with a big smile.

Sarah loved his smile, so beautiful; she wasn’t going to tell him her plan though.



On their way to the stadium they shared a car with Jon again. Jon and Richie discussed the songs they were going to play, Sarah listened for titles she might recognize. She wasn’t sure what her favorite song was yet, there were a few she liked but the ones he played last month for her were more meaningful to her. She knew it was very unlikely that those got played, especially his solo, The Answer, which was her favorite of that night.

Only when they arrived did they seem to notice her presence in the car.

Like last time Richie brought her to her own place behind the side screen. Also like last time, there stood two chairs.
“Still no dancing for you.” He teased.
“Like you’d notice.” She dared him.
“I watch you all the time.” Richie said honestly.
“It helps the sprain though, to move.” Sarah told him.
“Uhu.” He nodded. “I’ll wait till you have your medical degree to believe you.”
“If I was a doctor now, you still wouldn’t let me.” She pointed out.
“True, ‘cause I love you and don’t want you in pain.” He explain, honesty noticeable in his voice.
“I know and because I love you, I’ll sit down.” She did as she said so Richie had to bend to kiss her before leaving.

From her seat she watched the band go on stage. Richie started the opening to the first song, one that Sarah was getting to know. The next few songs were also songs she had heard before. She liked the fact she was getting to know them.

Finally her favorite part came around, which they called ‘the jukebox part’, she liked the playfulness of it.

The next one sounded familiar but not as familiar as the rest did. Although it sounded beautiful, the meaning of it spoke to her. She tried to concentrate on the words but a painful “Ah” had her looking up, first to Richie then to Jon.

Worried, she looked back at Richie, even though he wouldn’t know either.

She watched him walk closer to Jon. For a few seconds they seemed to talk until Jon walked back to his microphone.

Maybe it wasn’t so bad but when she looked at Richie, he looked concerned. Jon kept on playing even though he was obviously in pain. Richie kept looking back at Sarah too, he felt a little helpless, not more than he could do but play on.

At the same time, Sarah felt bad for Jon but admired him to keep playing.

They kept on playing for what seemed like hours, finally they left the stage.

Instead of waiting for Richie, Sarah got up and walked to the back of the stage. She easily found him with the other people that were standing in front of a dressing room.

“Would you all get the fuck out of here?” She heard Jon shouting.

Mostly everyone turned around and walked away immediately, except Richie, trying to test his faith.

“You too and close the curtain.” Richie was told.

Finally he did turn around and saw Sarah.

“Is he alright?” She asked a little worried.
“Don’t know, Dean wants to see what damage he did this time.” Richie shrugged. Unlike last time, the tour was only starting, not ending.

They both looked over Richie’s shoulder when they heard more screams of pain followed by more swears.

“What did he do last time?” She wondered.
“Pulled his calf muscle.”

Sarah made a painful expression. “Auch.”
Richie chuckled. “Considerate doctor Matthews.” He hugged her.

Another couple of swears and Dean walked out of the room, Richie gave him a questionable look.

“We’re going to the hospital.” Dean said and walked away.

Richie looked over at the curtain of the room, then to Sarah, what was he going to do?

“Rich!” Came from the room.

Richie was still thinking about what to do.

“I know you’re still there, I need you.” Followed a little nicer when Richie didn’t answer, at least he seemed to have calmed down.

“And I needed to go to rehab, he should get anger management.” He whispered to Sarah.

“I heard that! Get in here.”

Richie shrugged and went to Jon.

Sarah felt bad, she could see Richie debating something. He wasn’t the only one. What would happen to her plan now?

Only a minute later Richie was back.

“Do you mind if I go along?” He didn’t know what Sarah would do on her own but Jon was his best friend. She’s a grown woman, she can stay by herself, a voice in his head said, sounding annoyed.

“No, go, he’s your best friend. I’ll be fine.” She assured him.
Richie smiled and reached in to kiss her, thankful. “You’re the best, thank you.”

He went back inside and a minute later they walked, more like hobbled back out, Jon leaning on Richie’s shoulder heavily. Jon had changed into shorts, on the outside his leg looked fine but he couldn't even bend his knee, which Sarah knew wasn't a good thing, there would be more damage on the inside.

She couldn’t have said no to him, Jon was his best friend; he should be there with him. At least he seemed to be the one to understand him.

“I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

Sarah smiled, they turned and she watched them walking away.

She was the best, if he only knew what she had planned for their night.

Monday, September 10, 2012

Chapter twelve



Richie caught her in the water, pulling her back up to her feet. He pushed her hair back and Sarah wiped the water from her face, catching her breath.

Had she heard him right? Did he really say that? What else would he have said? She heard what she thought she heard.

Then she realized she had been waiting to hear the words, she felt exactly the same. “I love you.” She copied his words and made them her own.

Richie reached for her, pulling her close against him. “I love you.” He said it again to confirm it before he covered her lips with his. He kissed her sweet and tenderly until Sarah let his tongue slide inside, letting it slide next to hers.


“I love you too.” Sarah said firmer when they broke apart. She loved hearing those words, glad they could finally say them.

Now she was sure of what to do, it answered so many questions.

She wrapped her arms around his neck as his arms wrapped around her waist and played at the small of her back.

For a few minutes they just held each other, staring into each other’s eyes. Captivated by their love they forgot where they were.

“I’m glad you finally said it.” Sarah said, a smile still on her lips.
“Finally?” He asked confused.
“Oh.” Sarah said confused, maybe she was wrong. “I thought you were going to say it a few days ago, it seemed like you were.” She explained.
“You noticed that?” Richie asked surprised, he thought he had made up quite well for his slips.
“When we came back from the hospital and you said you were glad I was okay.” She continued to explain how she knew.
“So when you said, “me too,” you actually meant?” He left the question open, not entirely sure if he should finish it.
“That I love you too.” She ended his sentence.

He pulled her even closer for another kiss.

“Why didn’t you say anything then?”
Sarah shrugged, “I wasn’t completely sure.”
“Of what?”
“That you really meant to say something else.”
“I love you.” He said again, pointing out what he had meant to say a few days ago.

It made Sarah feel all jittery when he said it, a smile even happier appeared on her face as she repeated his words.



Later that afternoon they were packing to go to the next country. Off to Finland, which was also on Sarah’s list of countries to visit. She’d have to find that list at home and cross some countries out after this tour.

Richie tucked the plastic bag from the store to the bottom of his bag, making sure Sarah wouldn’t see it or find it. He planned to give it to her as a present but he wasn’t sure about when or what occasion. Her birthday was still two months away, too long to wait; he’d have to think of something later.

He finished packing and watched Sarah pack her own bag. He watched the way she moved, picking up things and bending over to put them in her bag, he could almost see inside her shirt.

When she stopped moving, he looked back up at her, thinking he had been caught, he smiled at her but she didn’t say anything, maybe she didn’t notice.

“Ready to go.” She said instead.



They had dinner on the plane once it leveled out in the air. The flight only took a while.

By the time they got to their hotel, the skies had already turned dark, night was approaching.



Just like last time they arrived at the hotel, Richie phoned room service for cold packs once they entered their room. He didn’t forget about her even though the water had helped to relax the muscles of her ankle and foot.

After their bags were brought to their room, they turned on a movie and snuggled together on the bed.

When the movie was boring him but gave him an idea, Richie spoke. “Maybe we can go do some touristic stuff tomorrow.” He suggested.
“Do you know any places?” She wanted to see the city, she’d love to but didn’t know what places there were to see.
“No, but that’s why we have a road manager.” He explained how easy it would be to find something to do.
“Is there anything you do alone?” She joked.
“Loads of things.” He paused to think. “The bathroom! I do that all by myself, although I don’t mind sharing the shower.”
Sarah laughed at his joke. “Maybe I feel like sharing some time.”
That certainly raised his attention. “Really?” He asked hopeful. “You don’t feel like sharing now?” He tried.
“Not yet.”



Since the afternoon Sarah had been thinking of his words and of what they meant. The words had convinced her. She knew she had feelings for him before, how couldn’t she?

Before, she hadn’t been sure if those feelings were love but when he said it, she knew it was. With knowing that, she also knew to trust him completely.

She had been thinking of what to do. It wouldn’t be to prove she loved him but because she wanted to. The effect he had on her the first time they kissed only got intensified every time he kissed or touched her but she needed to know first and now she did.



Richie turned off the tv when the movie was over, then reached to turn off the light on his night stand. He lied down in the bed and opened his arms for Sarah.

She snuggled between his arms and rested her head on his shoulder, his arms wrapped around her when she was settled.

“love you.” He kissed her hair, he could smell her shampoo.

Sarah twisted a little and placed her hand on top of his chest.

Since she was sleeping in her underwear, so did Richie, using the boxer shorts he usually never wore at all.

She couldn’t help herself when her fingers started playing with his chest hair.

As she did, he softly stroked her back, he found it relaxed her.

She felt braver and moved her hand down, where she found more hair to play with.

A groan escaped him when Sarah’s fingers slid over his abdomen, the sensations surged straight to his groin.

Gently, he took her hand and rested it back on his chest, lacing his fingers through hers.

Richie waited for her to fall asleep, in only a few minutes he felt her body relax against his. He carefully moved her off of his shoulder and got up.

“Where are you going?” Sarah asked half asleep.
“Just the bathroom, I’ll be right back.” He leaned down on the bed to say it before leaving.


Sarah waited for him and when he returned she got comfortable in his arms again. He seemed more relaxed than a few minutes ago. She thought she knew what he had done but surely wasn’t going to ask him. Now that she realized she had her own needs, she couldn’t blame him for having his.

“I love you too.” She covered the place where his heart would be with the palm of her hand before she closed her eyes.

Friday, September 7, 2012

Chapter eleven

Because my friend asked to post earlier than Sunday and I'm a nice friend, here's eleven


An hour later Richie was walking through a shopping street, happily holding Sarah’s hand while they strolled through the long street. They just passed a swimwear store but walked past it, enjoying their togetherness a little longer and to see if there were more stores they could shop at.

Sarah hadn’t mentioned her foot hurting so Richie didn’t think it would be so bad to walk around, especially here. Unlike at home, there were fewer reporters that would snap photos of him. Here, they didn’t recognize him so easily, the people that did, were fans. He was relieved about it, not knowing how Sarah would react to it. The photos started years ago for him and he had gotten used to it, it was part of his job but it wasn’t for Sarah. He’d have to talk to her about it.

At the end of the street, they stopped. It seemed weird there was such a long street of stores and now there stood a big church and a city’s square surrounded by little restaurants.

Then Richie realized they hadn’t had breakfast yet. Right when his brain remembered, so did his stomach. “Do you want to grab a bite somewhere?” He suggested to Sarah.

Sarah looked at all the little restaurants; they all had outside terraces with a few costumers. Then she looked up at the church’s clock to read the time. “Yeah, where do you want to go?”

They walked past a few terraces then Richie stopped at one that seemed nice to him and not too busy. He picked out an outside table, nicely in the sun, since it was before noon, it wasn’t very hot yet.

Only a few minutes later a teenage waitress came to ask their order, in Swedish.

Both not understanding what she had asked them, they looked at each other and felt a little silly. Then Richie looked back up to the girl. “Do you speak English?” He asked hopeful.
The girl smiled. “Yes. Can I take your order?” She asked in English now
“You sure can, if you help me translate.” Richie smiled at her.

She laughed at his joke and checked the menu he was holding. When he pointed out what he wanted to know, she translated or explained if she didn’t know the correct word.

Finally Sarah and Richie both decided on a sandwich and a salad.

“Isn’t this nice?” Sarah asked after the waitress left with their order.
“What is?" He asked a little confused to exactly what she was referring to.
“The different countries, languages, architecture.” Sarah explained what she thought was nice.

Richie looked around him, he hadn’t really gone out in Munich, he didn’t know what he was comparing his surroundings to but it looked very different than home. “Yeah.” He agreed with her. Usually he didn’t see more than hotel rooms.

“You know I always wanted to travel?” She wasn’t sure if she had mentioned it to him.
“No, I didn’t know. I guess you’ll have to tour with me from now on or we go on vacation.” That reminded him of the ten day vacation he was going on with Ava next month; he’d have to change some things. “So tell me?” He asked, wanting to know where she wanted to travel to.
“After I finished medical school I wanted to go travel. I had this whole list of countries I wanted to visit but of course I didn’t go to medical school and definitely didn’t get a doctor’s salary.” She explained.
“A whole list? What was on it?” He asked, maybe they’d visit some now.
“All the fifty states.” She said off the top of her head.

Then waited for the waitress she saw coming to bring them their sandwiches.

After the waitress left and they took a delicious first bite of their sandwiches, she continued.

“The United Kingdom and Ireland.” She had seen many pictures of the beautiful green, Irish countryside and always wondered if it really was that green.
“We’re going there at the end of the month.” Richie said, he knew where the tour was going, sort of.” “Where else?” He asked for her to continue.
“Germany, Scandinavia.” She paused to take another bite of her sandwich. “France, to see Paris and the beaches of Normandy. Belgium for its chocolate.”
Richie chuckled, of course, chocolate.
“Italy and Greece.”
“Just keep naming the tour.” He encouraged jokingly.

Sarah gave him a smile, maybe she’d get to see all these countries in the next two months, her dream come true.

“Switzerland, also for its chocolate.”
It made Richie chuckle again.
“And Poland.” Sarah ended.
“That’s it?” Richie asked surprised, expecting more countries.
“No, that’s Europe.” She clarified for him.
“Oh you know my dad was Polish?” He asked, excited that she wanted to go there.
“Really?”
“Yes, really.” Richie smiled and nodded, still excited, already thinking to go to Poland.
“That’s nice, we can go check that out.” Sarah suggested just as excited.



After they finished their sandwiches and Richie paid along with a big tip for their helpful waitress, they walked back to the shopping street.

The street had become significantly busier than it had been an hour ago.

They passed a few stores again before Richie stopped at a lingerie store. Sarah was a little surprised; nothing that she owned was as fancy as what the mannequins in the windows were wearing.

“Want to see if they have anything nice?” Richie asked, he really wanted to see what they offered.
Sarah wasn’t sure, there wasn’t anything she’d ever wear, Richie would know that by now. “Sure, why not.” She said, wanting to at least give it a try anyway, maybe she’d like something.

Richie took her hand and together they walked in to the store, finding more sets than they had seen in the window.

Richie spotted the swimwear first and guided Sarah to the racks on the wall, displaying different kinds of bikinis.

Sarah took a deep breath, bikinis, for him.

He didn’t want to give her options, a way out, he wanted to see her in a bikini. Last night she’d slept in her underwear, now he could see her in that but wet. “Anything you like?” He asked.

There were many different kinds and colors, he wasn’t even sure which one was his favorite yet.

Sarah looked around. “I don’t know, is there anything you like?”

Richie did the same and looked around again to the suits around him again. “How about this?” He asked, pointing to a purple bikini. It’s style was basic, which he liked about it too.
He reached for it, not waiting for an answer and handed it to her.

Sarah looked for the tags to read the size and gave it back to him, telling him her correct bra-size.

He hung it back and gave her the right size. When he took the bikini bottom, he got the right size without her help, giving him a proud feeling.

There wasn’t anything else Sarah wanted to try out so they found the fitting rooms for Sarah to try it on before she’d buy it. She went into the cubicle, pulling the curtain closed so nobody could look in.

“Does it fit?” Richie asked a few minutes later.
“Yeah.” Sarah said distracted. “I was checking the prices.” She looked at herself in the mirror, not too bad.
“Can I see?” He asked.
“Yes, I’m ready.” She answered him.

Richie peeked his head in, seeing Sarah’s backside as she was still looking in the mirror. His eyes glanced down to her ass, forming a little smile on his lips.

Sarah saw what he was doing, she didn’t mind so didn’t say anything and turned around to show the whole outfit.

“You look beautiful.” He said when he could see the other side of her body.
Sarah smiled. “Really?” It had been years since she had enough confidence to wear a bikini but somehow he was giving it to her.
“Yes really. You look really beautiful.” He assured her.
“Did you see the prices?” She asked worried.

Richie didn’t care, as beautiful as she looked in it, he’d pay any price for the set. The top covered her breasts perfectly with its triangles. Her bikini bottom showed off her long legs. The purple color was a perfect finish to it.

“Richie?” She asked when he didn’t react, when his eyes flashed back up to hers, she continued. “They’re 50 euro each, it’s a hundred euro, that’s expensive.”
“Don’t worry about it. Do you like it?” He asked.
Sarah had to think about it and turned back to the mirror. It looked nice and she really wanted to go swimming with Richie. “I do like it.” She finally said.
“Then I’m buying it for you.” Richie concluded.
Sarah wanted to say something again but didn’t. They both liked it and he wanted to buy it for her, why would she complain? He was her boyfriend after all.

A few minutes later they were back in the main part of the store, Richie was looking around for more clothes he could buy for Sarah so far he had seen she only wore easy underwear, plain cotton, plain colors. He liked a lot of sets but wasn’t sure Sarah’d wear it if he bought it. That thought didn’t stop him from looking around though.

“I saw some benches outside, is it okay I go sit down while you pay?” Sarah came up to him.
“Yeah of course, I’ll be there in a minute.” He watched Sarah leave the store and turned back to the lingerie.

Something had caught his eye close to the exit, instead of paying he went to look at it. He liked it, it was sexy and would look even sexier on Sarah, even if she only undressed to sleep, maybe he could keep it as a future present. He checked the sizes of the bikini and got the same sizes off the rack. Without another look at anything else, he went to pay. He wanted to go swimming now.



An hour later they were back at the hotel. They had both changed in to their swimsuits. Sarah had her towel tightly wrapped around her, hiding herself. Richie told her once again that she looked beautiful, trying to encourage her and Sarah believed him but old habits die hard. She promised herself to take the towel off when they reached the pool.

It wasn’t very busy when they arrived att the outdoor swimming pool. By the side stood lounge chairs but only two were occupied, in the pool was only one swimmer.

They walked past the two occupied chairs, finding some chairs for themselves.

“Richie?” Came from behind them.

Richie stopped and turned around to see who recognized him. “Dean? Hey man.” He walked back and sat on the lounge chair next to him.
“Who’s the pretty lady?” Dean asked.
“My girlfriend.” Richie made it clear to him. “Sarah.”

Sarah sat down next to Richie.

“Nice to meet you Sarah.” Dean said politely, then turned back to Richie. “The pool is great, nice and warm.”
“Great, we should get in then.” He turned to Sarah with his suggestion.
“I can’t swim.” Sarah said.
“What?” He asked confused, if she couldn’t swim why would she agree to go swimming?
“No, I can swim, I mean my ankle.” She explained to him, she had forgotten about it until now. Her ankle was still wrapped up and she didn’t want to lose the support of it.
“Oh.” He hadn’t thought of that either.

“Why don’t you take it off? I can put it back on when you finish and the water would do it good.”

They both turned at Dean, then back at each other.

“Dean’s a chiropractor.” Richie explained, hoping she’d agree.
Sarah nodded. “Good idea.” She raised her foot and let Dean take the bandage off.
“Now be careful when you walk but the water will be relaxing.” Dean told her again.

Richie stood up, giving Sarah a hand to stand.

Once standing she stopped and untucked the towel she was wearing, making a huge smile appear on Richie’s face as she sowed him her bikini. He just hoped he could hide his appreciation.

By the edge of the pool, he jumped right in.

Sarah stood by the side, carefully she sat down so her feet were dangling in the water.

Richie swam back to her and stood in front of her. He reached for her bottom and pulled her closer so she was sitting on the very edge. He took a step closer and stood between her legs. “You okay there hun?” He looked up at her.
“I can’t jump in.”
“Want me to pull you in?” He asked, mischief clear on his face.
“No!” Sarah said quickly.

Richie’s hands were still around Sarah’s bottom and carefully he picked her up. Unbalanced, Sarah grabbed his shoulders and winced when she wrapped her legs around his waist.

“Sorry.” He didn’t mean to cause her to hurt herself but now she was pressed against him, for which he definitely wasn’t sorry. “See if you can stand.” He carefully lowered her in the water to her feet. Sarah held on to his shoulders until she was sure she found her balance.

Richie expected her to be all wet now but the pool wasn’t very deep. Well damn, it didn’t even reach her breasts. He wanted to see them wet. He took a few steps back, getting a full view.

“Where are yo-” before she could finish her question, he splashed her with water. “Richie!” She shrieked. The water wasn’t as warm as Dean had said, definitely not when it hit her in the chest and face.
“What?” He challenged.

Sarah took his challenge and hit the water, making it splash against him.

He liked his plan, she was getting wet, so he did it again.

This time Sarah wanted to get back at him. She gathered all the strength she had in her arms and splashed a big load of water back at him, most of it hitting his face.

Richie couldn’t stop laughing, she looked so funny when she did it and their game was just plain funny. “I love you.” Escaped between his laughter.

Due to the force she had used to move the water and Richie’s words, Sarah tumbled over in to the water.

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Chapter ten


About an hour later Richie walked back in to his hotel room. He stopped in his tracks when he saw Sarah lying in bed, facing him. The bedside light behind her was the only source of light in the whole room.

When she didn’t speak like he expected she would, he turned to close the door behind him.

Once the door was closed and locked, he turned around and walked closer to the bed, only then he noticed Sarah’s eyes were closed and her deep breathing, indicating she was sleeping.

He reached to turn on his own light on his night stand, he needed to talk to her now, he didn’t want to wait until morning.

He got on the bed next to her, the light had brightened the room a little bit and he could notice the tear stains on her cheeks.

“Oh Sarah, I’m so sorry.” He ran a finger over the track the tears had left on her check.

He didn’t want to be the one to cause her pain, he didn’t want to hurt her, he needed to apologize to her now.

“Sarah?” He softly touched her shoulder, trying to wake her. He watched her face, waiting for her to open her eyes but nothing happened. He carefully shook her shoulder.

“Huh?” Sarah reacted confused when she woke. “Oh Richie.” She wanted to apologize to him but was distracted. “Ow.” She said instead.

Richie looked down to where her feet were supposed to be under the covers. “When did you last take pain killers?” He asked worried.

“I don’t know, this morning.” Sarah couldn’t remember if she took them later so it must have been that long ago.

Richie moved off the bed to search his bag for the box of pills.

When he straightened back up, he handed her two pills and started looking for a bottle of water for her to wash down the pills.

Sarah sat up in the bed, took the pills, along with the water and leaned back against the pillows, closing her eyes to wait for the painkillers to set in.

“You okay?” He asked carefully, not knowing how mad she might be with him right now. The pain must be distracting her of it.

Sarah nodded, then opened her eyes to meet his brown ones. “Yeah.” She reached for him, pulling him closer to her. “Richie, I’m so sorry.”

Richie interrupted her right then. “No, no, no. No, you don’t have a reason to be sorry for anything. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I got a little too excited, got carried away.” Richie looked her right in the eye, her beautiful green eyes, as he apologized. He took her hand and kissed her knuckles, not sure if he should kiss her lips.

Sarah moved her hand away from him, nervously she rested it on his abdomen, realizing it was the first time she was touching him, even though he was still wearing a t-shirt. “I know you want to, we should just do it.” The nerves in her stomach turned into a very tight knot.

Richie picked up her hand, linking his fingers with her. “No we shouldn’t.” He reached in to kiss her lips tenderly. “I know you’re not ready.”

The nerves in her stomach dissolved.

Richie could see she was relieved, proving she wasn’t ready yet. “Somehow I want this to be special, I dunno,” he shook his head like he really didn’t know, “like my first girlfriend back in high school.” He confessed.

“Oh.” She didn’t know he felt that way about it and was a little surprised to hear it.

“I’m glad we have more than sex. Lately every relationship was about sex. I like getting to know you.”

“Me too, I like this.” Sarah finally told him how she felt about it too.

“Good, so we’ll keep it the way we both like.” He smiled comfortingly at her.

Sarah reached in to kiss him, thankful at how understanding he was. She still didn’t know how she could deserve someone like him.

“Well then,” Richie concluded. “Sleep then?” He suggested. They had the whole day to themselves tomorrow, the plane wouldn’t leave until dinner time.

“Yeah.” She snuggled back down in the bed and waited for Richie to remove his clothes. As she watched him get out of the bed, she felt courageous herself. She lifted the bottom of her top pulling it over her head and dropping it to the floor. Then she reached down for the button of her jeans.

After Richie had left she fallen asleep while waiting for him, she hadn’t changed to her pj’s. She tried to get out of her jeans. She wanted to be ready when Richie turned around but her foot got caught.

“Do you need help?” He chuckled.

“I got stuck.” Sarah said helpless.

He helped her out of her jeans and got back in bed, letting her snuggle up against him. “So are we underwear sleepers now?” He joked.

“I thought I’d try it, maybe I like it.”

“I like it.”



The next morning Sarah woke up still in his arms, her head resting on his shoulder. She felt his fingers stroking her bare back. Knowing he was awake she turned a little to see him.

His eyes were still closed and Sarah reached up to kiss his cheek, unable to reach higher.

A smiled curled on his lips. “Morning.” He said as he opened his eyes. “I was thinking, I think we need to talk.” He continued.
“What?” Sarah asked surprised. Had he changed his mind about the night before?
“Nothing bad.” He comforted. “I want to talk about your marriage.”
Sarah snorted. “Nothing bad.”

He pulled her closer, knowing it wouldn’t be easy. “I just want to know more about you.” He wasn’t going to ask very personal things, he just needed to know a few things.
“Okay.” Sarah said reluctantly.
“You can ask me whatever you want to know too.” He tried to compromise.

“Alright.” Sarah sighed. “What would you like to know?” She asked, still lying comfortably in his arms, enjoying the feel of him stroking her back.
“When you met him.”
“My last year of college, right before I applied to medical school, so I was 22.” Sarah answered his question.
“What’s his name?” Richie went on.

Sarah hadn’t mentioned his name and for a reason, she still didn't want to.

“Haven’t you learned from the Harry Potter movies? Don’t fear a name.” He tried to make her say it.
“Jonathan.” She said after a few more seconds.
“Oh.” Was Richie’s surprised reaction.
“Yeah.”
“That has to be…” He didn’t really know what it had to be. Rough? Difficult? Weird? It was close enough to his best friend’s name, it couldn’t be easy for her to hear.
“I’m glad he never used ‘Jon’ though, he liked his full name.” Sarah explained.
“Good, it’s not too weird?” He asked hopeful.
“It would be weird if it was your name.”
“Good thing I’m a Richard then.” He stated, making Sarah chuckle.

Richie went on with a few more questions, finding out more things he wanted to know about her. When her wedding day had been, November 18th, 1990, and when she got divorced, 10th of March 2003.

He also finally got the guts to ask her birthday, along with the year she was born, August 12th, 1968, which would make her 43 soon.

He didn’t ask her about her own alcohol history, he knew he didn’t want to talk about his own, so didn’t bring it up.

Instead he asked more about her family, he already thought her father had passed away and Sarah confirmed he died shortly after Noah was born.

Like him, she was an only child.

Then the subject turned back to her marriage and Sarah told him how it started to get difficult but things fell in place, or so she had thought until everything turned even worse.

She told him Jonathan had been her first boyfriend and how she had trusted him completely. When things changed after they had their boys, she thought it was her fault; after all, she wanted the children.

Which brought Richie to his next question.

“Do you still want more children?” He asked.
“I think I do. I always wanted a big family, I think because I never had any brothers or sisters myself.” Sarah said honestly. “I want a girl.”

When Richie hugged her tighter, she knew he felt the same way.

They were silent for a while, while Richie thought of what she had said.

Finally he said it. “You should never blame yourself.”
Confused, Sarah looked up at him. “What do you mean?” She asked.
“That he beat you and r-”
“Don’t say it.” She stopped him.
He ignored her. “And raped you.”
“We were married.” She didn’t know why she was defending it, maybe she didn’t want to realize what it was.
“If he’s doing it against your will or beating you until you let him, it’s rape.” He turned to his side, making Sarah move too so he could lie next to her and face her.

He thought it had been years ago and he though she knew what it was but the sadness on her face told him she had never been confronted with it.

“I’m sorry.” He shouldn’t have brought it up. Sarah’s mood had changed, she looked sad and he didn’t like it.
“No, you’re right, it was…” she swallowed the lump in her throat, “rape.”
“Okay, let’s change subjects. What do you want to know about me?” He asked, wanting to make her sad thought go away again.
“Have you dated anyone famous?” Sarah asked.
Richie chuckled. “Really?” Surprised that that was her question, he searched his mind. “Well, other than Heather, Ally Sheedy and Cher but that was in the 80’s. Then was Heather and after that Denise Richards. Why do you want to know that?” He finally asked.
“Got to know what I’m up against.” Sarah shrugged.
“You’re not up against anyone. You’re perfect.” Catching himself not to say more.

Sarah smiled at him, maybe she could be perfect for him. He was perfect for her.

“What happened to your marriage?” She asked him.
“After we had Ava and Heather absolutely didn’t want another child, we just grew apart. It was hard enough to convince her to have one child. In the end we didn’t even talk anymore because of it.”
“She didn’t want Ava?” Sarah couldn’t believe she wouldn’t want children, she had always wanted them even when she was a child herself, she knew.

Richie gave her a sad smile. “Not really but I’m sure she loves her. It was a thing I had to convince her of, to do it for me.” He tried to explain without making Heather sound like a horrible mother.
“What about custody? When is Ava at your house?” Sarah asked her next question.
“All the time. She only goes for a weekend every two weeks or when I’m touring.” He explained their arrangement.

“So her threats were useless?” Sarah asked after a little bit of thinking.

Richie remembered how he had told Sarah about Heather’s threats to take full custody even though he knew she never really wanted it. “Yeah, went to rehab like I had to for keeping custody. Ava will be back home in August.”
“Good, I like her, she’s a nice girl. You did a good job.” She smiled at him.
“She likes you too. Said she liked you more than Denise. Seemed hard for her to say it though.” He remembered how his little girl struggled for words, like she was going to disappoint him when she’d say it.
“Of course, she was telling you she didn’t like your previous girlfriend.”
“I guess but if she had felt uncomfortable with Denise, I would have wanted to know.” He explained, then looked over his shoulder to see the clock.

“Enough serious talk, want to go check out the hotel’s pool?” He asked, instantly changing his mood.
“Richie,” Sarah hesitated before continuing, “I haven’t been swimming in over ten years, I don’t have a swim suit.”
“We’ll go shopping then.” He easily fixed the problem.

Saturday, September 1, 2012

Chapter nine

Especially for my birthday, I give you all a chapter on a Saturday :)

Wednesday afternoon Richie was getting ready for the show later that night. It was the fourth concert of the tour and Sarah would be there to watch. It made him even more excited to perform. Finally Sarah would see him play, really see, not on a laptop screen. It was important to him for her to see him play. He wanted to share his passion with her.

He had arranged everything and hoped Sarah would like it too. He didn't think she wanted to be in the big crowd so arranged her a seat behind the screens on the stage. She'd only be a few feet away from him but far away from the crowd. For now her private place would be perfect.

Closer to 7 pm, Richie changed into his stage clothes, they'd have to leave in a while

"How's this?" He showed Sarah his outfit.
"Good, I like it." She answered, she was still standing by the bed, her bag on the bed, picking out her own clothes.
"Yeah?" He asked.
"Yes, it's nice." Sarah assured him again.

Richie walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her. "Glad you like it." He bent down to kiss her. "We have to leave in a few minutes."
"I'm almost ready, I don't know what shirt to wear."
"Want my fashion advice?" He only half meant it as a joke.
"Your fashion advice?"
"Yeah, who do you think designed these clothes?" He gestured to his own outfit.
"Alright." She mostly knew what she had packed, he couldn't possibly pick out clothes she didn't want to wear.
"Sit down, I'll find you something." He started unpacking her bag.

He found several t-shirts but not what he liked. Some pairs of jeans and knee-length shorts, he put them on another stack and continued to empty her bag, finding more clothes and a book.

Finally he found tops, less fabric than tees, exactly what he was looking were. There were only two, they were exactly the same, just different colors. He recognized them as red and green. They didn't look red and green as the colors looked to others but he knew what they were. He remembered Sarah had worn red a few days ago so he handed her the green one, knowing it would look great with her blond locks.

"Does that work with jeans?" Sarah asked confused. The tops had both been something she just threw in her bag. How she forgot more important things was beyond her, she had packed more things she didn't wear than things she really needed.
"Of course it does. Go put it on." He ordered her, he knew she'd look good, she always looked good according to him.

Sarah took the top and went to the bathroom, still preferring to dress in private.

"Ah gorgeous." Richie said when Sarah walked back out.
"Really?"
"Yes, Really, the only possible way it could look better is on the floor." He joked.
"But we have to leave." Sarah pointed out.
"We do."
"Sorry." Sarah said apologetic, then reached up to kiss him.

Richie chuckled, he liked the idea of her clothes on the floor, they'd look perfect there and he'd see all the perfectness he was patiently waiting to see but how much longer would it be until he got to see her? Was she suggested something here?

Their drive to the venue wasn't too long, in about 10 minutes they arrived. As soon as they got out of the car Sarah could already hear the huge crowd. Amazed, she looked over at where the sound was coming from.
"Loads of people." Richie walked up behind her. "You won't be seeing any of them."

He took her hand and walked her to the other side of the stage where still nobody could see them.
"Usually my guitar tech stays here with my guitars but look, I got you a chair, even one for your foot." He smiled, pointing to the chairs on the side of the stage next to a big rack of guitars.

"Right, I gotta go, I'll be back in 10, right about there." This time he pointed over at the stage where he would be standing in a few minutes.

He turned around to walk away when Sarah's "Hey!" stopped him.
"What's wrong?" He asked confused.
"You're leaving without giving me a kiss." Sarah clarified for him.
"Oh, can't do that."

He walked back, wrapped an arm around her shoulders and kissed her deeply, making sure he got a full taste of her.

A few minutes later, Richie walked out on to the stage, glancing at Sarah before looking at the crowd. 30.000 would be today's total, or something around it. Europe always had huge crowds and he loved it. The more, the better.

He lifted his guitar and started the opening tunes to Raise Your Hands. Just with the opening sounds the crowd went wild with screams. That was one of the amazing feelings he never wanted to loose, performing gave him a rush, excitement, it was amazing.

Sarah liked the view from the side of the stage much better than the view of the camera. From here she saw Richie with the band behind him.

Every minute of it was amazing, the music, the lyrics, even the crowd she could hear singing along and screaming. It actually sounded like a lot of fun to be in the crowd. She'd have to do that some day too. Now she enjoyed her perfect view of her perfect man.

The songs seemed to never end, when finally the band walked off stage, Sarah thought the concert would be over but Richie didn't come find her and a few minutes later he walked back on stage. He smiled at her when he was handed another guitar and turned around again to face the crowd.

They played another four songs, two of which she knew some of the lyrics. She still needed to get the cd's and memorize the songs. She really started liking the band's songs and recognized some from a few nights ago. She even had the urge to stand up and dance around, something she'd never do but was scared Richie would see and stop playing to tell her to sit down and stay seated.

After the band left the stage this time, Richie did come and get her a few minutes later.
"Now we hurry out of here." He said and took her by the hand, hurrying to the car that was waiting for them with Jon already in it.

By the time they were driving away it was clear to Sarah why they were hurrying away, fans were already standing around the exits to try and see a glimpse of them but the cars were guided through and they were on their way to the hotel.

Richie didn't say much during the drive back, neither did Jon. They both seemed exhausted and trying to relax, so Sarah kept quiet and watched the houses pass by outside the car window.

She was comforted when an arm slipped around her waist and pulled her closer, she relaxed back against him. This time he did stink from the show.

Sarah wasn't sure if she should say anything or stay quiet like they were, maybe they liked peace and quiet after a loud show liked that. She leaned against him and turned her view back on the houses and trees outside.

Their car was the first to park at the hotel, their driver jumped out and opened the door for them to get out. Just like every time before Richie got out first and gave Sarah a hand, still regarding her ankle. It wasn't as bad anymore, as long as she kept it up and took the painkillers. A few times she had forgotten and Richie had to remind her when she complained it was hurting again.

Their walk to the hotel room was also quiet, almost making Sarah uncomfortable now, like something was wrong and nobody was telling her.

Once in their room, Richie finally turned to her, like he just noticed she was in the room too.

"Hey." He wrapped his arms around her, resting his hands on the small of her back, his fingertips reaching more below.
"That was amazing." Sarah finally said, a big smile on her face, still excited about the show.
"You liked it?" Richie smiled back at her. By the infectiousness of her smile, he couldn't help but smile back at her. He loved to see her smile.
"I loved it, much better than watching on a laptop screen." The real deal had been more amazing than she already thought about the show she watched on Richie's laptop.

Richie smiled and leaned in to kiss her. Happy that she was happy. He kissed her toroughly, making sure he tasted every inch of her mouth.

Lost in their kiss, he raised a hand to cup her breast and grind himself in to her. His erection was already very ready, lately it was always ready.

He walked her backwards to the bed, laying her down and climbed on the bed next to her, hoovering over her as he kissed her again.

His hand let her breast go to reach down and pull her top up. He pushed it up until he could see her breasts covered by her bra. He broke their kiss to look down at the vision for a second before he captured her mouth again, muffling the sound of what Sarah was going to say.

He ground himself into her side again, his hand roaming over her belly to her jeans. He had the button snapped and the zipper undone in a matter of seconds, trying to pull down her jeans, he broke their kiss again.

"Richie stop!"

He stretched his arms to look down at her, he regarded her face for a second, not sure of what he was thinking. Then he stood up from the bed in a hurry and walked out to the hallway with a slam of the door behind him.

Surprised, Sarah pulled her top back down and her jeans back up, fastening the button and zipper.

She knew it, she knew it would ruin everything. Was sex really that hard? She had closed herself off to it for ten years. To avoid getting hurt again but the thought of loosing Richie hurt too. She couldn't lose him over something like this, he meant too much for that.

It wasnt that hard to do, just open your legs and do it. Why didn't she just do that?

Tears started to well up, feelings of guilt and risks of loosing him flooded her mind. Would he leave because she didn't want to have sex? What they were doing now was nice, it was more than that, but this was too fast. Would he have gone on if she hadn't stopped him? Should she have let him? Have it done and over with.

She knew how she felt around him, but especially about him. Every time he touched her, his warm fingertips on her skin, she liked every sensation he created, every feeling he made her feel.

She thought their relationship was more than that, really knowing each other instead of just having sex, they meant more.

Hot tears streamed down her face. What was she supposed to do? She couldn't leave. She didn't want to leave him. He meant more.

She couldn't go after him, what if he came back and thought she had left. How would she find him anyway? Where did he go or what did he do when he got angry or needed some time alone? She didn't know. What if he didn't come back? He couldn't just leave her either, he wouldn't do that, he'd take a few minutes and come back.

Sarah lifted up the covers and settled in the bed, sure to wait for him to return, he couldn't go that far. She watched the hotel door and hoped for it to open and make him walk in so she could apologize.