The Ginger Prince & Princess Leia

John said I was healing quickly and that I would be able to perform within a weeks’ time, until then, I was stuck on the bus. A 24 foot tour bus got really boring really quickly, after a day I was stir-crazy, after two I was going all but insane. I had tried everything including playing video games with the boys. I wrote four new songs and guitar parts for all of them, cleaned as much as I could without getting yelled at and napped more than a cat did. The rest of my band did their best to keep me entertained but they still had stuff to do, press meetings and interviews that I had to sit out. Even the Of Mice boys took turns checking in on me.
“I just want to go outside for five minutes. Please? I promise I won’t do anything, I’m just going to stand out there and Alan will be with me, he won’t let anything happen will you?” I asked looking between John and Alan. Alan nodded and stood up walking over to me. After a few seconds John sighed and looked from me to Alan and back.
“Five minutes. Be. Careful.” He accentuated and I squealed with excitement giving him a gentle hug. Alan smiled wrapping an arm around my shoulders leading me down the steps.
The sun was bright and I squinted at the change, quickly it darkened as Alan dropped his sunglasses softly on my nose. He had spent nearly all his free time with me since the injury, both bands felt terrible about the intervention and apologized more than once. Alan and I had a long talk about it though and we all realized that both sides were right.
We walked to the back of the bus hidden from the view of anyone walking by and I took in a deep breath. Alan leaned up against the bus, looking like a Greek god in the sunlight. I admired his bare chest as he glowed.
“You like the view?” He asked giving me his infamous smirk.
“It’s so nice out.” I mumbled blushing hard and looking up at the sky.
“It is.” He chuckled and leaned back resting his head on his arms, the process made the muscles in his upper body ripple and sent heat rushing from my stomach in both directions. My cheeks heated and I crossed my feet clamping my legs together. I let out an agitated sigh and tried my best to look anywhere but him as he reached down digging in his pants pocket.
“No.” I argued as Alan pulled out a cigarette placing it gently between his perfect lips. “No more smoking.” He rose an eyebrow and me and pulled out his lighter. “That’s six minutes.” I crossed my arms over my chest and turned away.
“What’s six minutes?” He asked gently grabbing my wrist turning me to face him again. He grabbed the cigarette gently and held it unlit between his fingers.
“That cigarette takes six minutes off your life, that’s six less minutes you get to spend with me.” Chuckling he positioned it between his lips again and lit it blowing out a long trail of white smoke. Watching it spiral up into the air I let out a huff and turned my back to him again. I could feel his gaze on me and it made me quiver. His hands found my hips and I felt his chest press against my back. “Alan.” I warned, he laughed darkly letting one hand slide up my good side while the other moved to my stomach pressing me tightly against him before moving south. I didn’t know where the cigarette went but I didn’t care either.
“What?” He whispered next to my ear sending shivers down my spine. “If I have six less minutes then why don’t we make the best of the ones we’ve got left?” I melted against him leaning my head back on his shoulder as he kissed down the side of my neck.
“Alan.” I repeated trying my best to sound stern. Instead it came out as a breathy moan and I felt his lips turn into a smile against my neck. His hand moved agonizingly slowly reaching the hemline of my sweatpants, gently he lifted the thin fabric and slipped two fingers under the waistband letting them glide along the skin between my hipbones. Arching my back slightly against his hand I licked my lips biting down hard on the bottom one. “Fuck.” I breathed as he gently bit my collarbone.
“What’s the matter?” He asked pulling my earlobe between his teeth. I let out a loud moan and tilted my head. “Hmm?” He hummed letting his hand venture further downward. He was so close to what I desperately needed and my knees shook as he ran a finger over the front of my underwear. “Tell me what you want kitten.” The way he used my usually innocent nickname made Goosebumps rise on my skin.
“Please.” I whimpered pathetically. He let out a throaty laugh and slipped his hand under my bra twisting my nipple gently between his fingers.
Suddenly he slipped his hands out of my pants and my bra and his lips left my neck. Turning me in his arms he pressed a chaste kiss to my lips and pulled away with a huge grin on his face.
“Our five minutes are up.” He smirked and headed back to the door leaving me standing there quivering and completely frustrated.

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