Going away for the summer…

Please don’t unfollow!!!! I have a bunch of unfinished stories, I just haven’t had time for anything lately. I promise as soon as I get back I’ll be writing much more.

Have a lovely summer guys! You’ll hear from me as soon as I get back :)

On the Same Page

On the Same Page

Note: I have no idea what actually happened. I just made stuff up to fit into the story.           

            Selena and Justin had been sitting on the couch in his living room for fifteen minutes now, listening to Scooter lecture them. They felt like they were back in kindergarten with their backs straight and hands on their laps. Justin was still in his mood of defiance and rolled his eyes at everything Scooter said to him while Selena sat there paralyzed with embarrassment, scared to say anything to defend herself even though she had really done nothing wrong.

            “You can’t blame me for getting out of the van, Scoot,” Justin repeated for maybe the fifth time today. “There was no way I could move without running one of them over.”

            “Justin, I understand. But there was no need to hit him.”

            “Jesus, I didn’t hit him!” He rubbed his hand over his face in frustration and then shot up from his seat. “If he presses charges, I didn’t do it. End of story. I’m not wasting my last day with my girlfriend talking about something that didn’t happen.” And with that he stormed off leaving said girlfriend sitting on the couch across from Scooter, who slowly sat down on the coffee table. They waited for the slam of the door and then Selena let out a long breath.

            “I’m sorry this had to happen,” Scooter said sweetly.

            “It’s not your fault at all Scooter, there’s no point in apologizing,” Selena responded, looking down at her hands. “Sometimes he just gets like that. I don’t see what he thinks he’ll accomplish by punching him. All the fans saw it…”

            “So he did hit him?” Scooter jumped on a possible truth after all of the crazy accusations.

            “Of course he hit him,” Selena said quietly as she picked up her head to look Scooter in the eyes. “Why else would he be so angry? He wasn’t angry about the paternity thing because he knew it was all false. With this, he’s pissed that he did something wrong and he’s scared it’s gonna hurt him.” She dropped her head into her hands. She had handled it so well at the scene, picking up his shoe and his hat and talking to the fans. She had done nothing wrong yet she felt like she was even more upset than Justin.

            She felt Scooter’s hand on her back. “It’s ok, Sel. Everything’s ok. You know better than anyone how he gets. He was just trying to protect you.”

            “How is that protecting me?” She snapped back, bringing her head up to look at him again. “Paparazzi say crazy things. They’ve said so much worse. Him fighting back just made it all worse.”

            Scooter looked into her shiny eyes and then in the direction that Justin had stormed off. “I think you need to go to talk to him.”

            She nodded softly and rested her head on his shoulder. “Thank you,” she whispered. Before he could respond, she got up from the couch and walked towards his bedroom.

            She found him on his bed staring at the ceiling. He had heard her come in and then close the door behind her but he didn’t move, so she just stood right in front of the door waiting for him to say something. But he stayed quiet, completely ignoring her presence.

            “So this isn’t wasting the last day with your girlfriend?” Her voice was low and she tried to remain calm, but he still didn’t answer. “I mean, I was planning on ignoring it like you wanted to, but now that you’re being a drama queen about it I have no choice.”

            His eyes broke away from the ceiling and he sat up. “I’m not being a fucking drama queen,” he mumbled.

            She gave him a very exaggerated eye roll and let out a disgusted sound. “Jay, you hit the guy, ok? You overreacted, but whatever. Deal with it. People make mistakes. I’m not mad at you for that. But you can’t just go around denying it!” Now her voice had turned into yelling and she was mad.

            “Admitting that I did it won’t do anything!” he yelled back, standing up so he could tower above her.

            “It won’t do anything? How about when it gets out that you actually did do it? Then, not only did you hit a random guy, you’re also a liar!”

            “Well, there’s no way to prove it.” He shrunk back a little bit, but still held his ground, fist clenched at his sides.

            “There were like twenty witnesses Justin! Are you an idiot? What is going through your mind right now? You’re not perfect! Get it through your pretty little head!” Before he could say anything else she stormed out the door and slammed it behind her. She waited right outside the door for a few seconds to try to hear his reaction but all she heard was the complete silence. So she stalked away back to the living room, tears streaming uncontrollably down her face.

            For the rest of the day, nothing happened. She sat in his living room and watched TV with Scooter and the rest of the team while Justin stubbornly remained in his room. It wasn’t until dinnertime that he decided to show his face to the rest of the world.

            When he first appeared in the doorway, no one saw him. His mom was the first to notice but she didn’t want to scare him away by saying anything. Then everyone noticed him quietly standing there with his hands in his pockets and his head hanging. Selena was last to look at him. When she did, she realized his eyes were directly on her. No one else mattered. Everyone was waiting for him to speak.

            “I need to talk to my girlfriend alone, if that’s all right.” Everyone turned to Selena and she nervously looked around at the blank faces. Slowly, she got up from the couch and followed him into the kitchen. He sat down in a chair but she remained standing so he got back up.

            “I am…” he started and then the tears caught in his throat and he couldn’t continue. He knew that she had not heard him sobbing into his pillow because if she had, she wouldn’t look so terrified right now. It killed him that she was so scared that she had made him angry. She was completely right. He was being completely irrational. He wasn’t mad at her, he was mad at himself for making her cry.

            “I am so sorry.” He finally got the words out, but didn’t completely succeed in hiding his sob. She let out a sigh of relief. They had never had a fight like this before with yelling and slamming doors and ignoring each other. For all she knew, he was going to break up with her at this very moment. But he was apologizing.

            Her eyes followed his hand as it reached out to touch her arm. He rubbed it softly and took a small step forward.

            “I’m more sorry,” she said through her tears. He let out a laugh, which made her laugh too. “No, really. I shouldn’t have yelled at you.”

            “Are you kidding? Of course you should have yelled at me. I was being a complete asshole.”

            “Okay, fine. You were being an asshole.” She smiled and cupped his face in her hand. She leaned in and pressed her lips softly against his. He squeezed her arm and then wrapped his other arm around her back and pulled her in close.

            “I hate fighting,” he mumbled against her lips.

            “I hate it more than anything in the world,” she said, clasping her hands around his neck. They kissed some more and then she pulled away. “Can we agree to never fight again? I don’t know if I can handle it.”

            “Absolutely,” he said through his smile. He kissed her with everything he had and swung around to push her against the kitchen table. She let out a playful screech as the table slid across the floor from the force both of their bodies had applied on it. They abandoned the table idea and he gently laid her down on the floor, never leaving her lips, and then carefully positioned his body on top of hers.

            “I love you,” he whispered against the warm skin on her neck.

            “Mmmm,” she moaned and smiled at the familiar feeling of his lips vibrating against that one spot. “I love you, too,” she said.

            “But I’ll love you forever,” he countered, moving his head back up so his eyes could meet hers.

            “So will I!” She laughed.

            “Oh!” He kissed her lips. “Well I’m glad we’re on the same page.” Selena would have answered but he cut off her air as he closed his mouth over hers. 

So I know I said I would put out a Miam one next, but with the whole Justin Bieber attacking paparazzi thing I just had to do a Jelena one. I’m sorry! It’ll be up tonight though and then hopefully I’ll have another idea for a Miam one :)

My Life Preserver

           The trees were rushing by so fast that they had become a dark green blur. My feet were pounding the forest floor and as they moved faster and faster the sound of water being forced out of the ground became farther and farther away. The air was cold and burning my throat as my breathing got heavier. My outfit was definitely not fit for running, and although my heels were in my hands, the short, tight dress was getting more and more difficult. I had to keep running though. I had to keep running until I couldn’t hear the voices calling after me. I had to keep running until I could get his face out of my mind.

            My body kept telling me that I had to stop, but my heart kept pushing me forward. My hands became so limp that my shoes dropped out of my hands, but I just left them there and kept going. I realized that I had sweat through everything, but it only made me colder when the frozen air blew against me. I was radiating heat but shivering cold.

            Finally, I collapsed. Maybe if I had eaten in the past 48 hours, I would have lasted longer. But I was pretty impressed with myself. I had probably run for about 20 minutes.

            And he had run after me.

            “What the…” I heard him come to a short stop right above me, panting uncontrollably “What the fuck were you thinking?” His breath was still heavy and heaving and so was mine. I just stayed there on the ground, coiled up in a ball, as the reality started to hit me and I started to cry.

            “I mean really, Demi.” His breath was back, and now I could see the fire in his eyes on this below-freezing night. “You just fucked everything up. And honestly, I give up. I’m giving up on you! I’m giving up on you!”

            He threw his hands up in the air in defeat and started to say it louder and louder.

            “Did you hear that world?” He screamed to the trees, “I give up! I give up! You can take me now! I give up!” He was going insane, stomping his feet around, pulling on his hair, screaming things at the top of his lungs. He was in pain and so was I.

            The difference was that I had gotten used to it.

            When his throat had given up too, and his voice had gone down to a strained whisper, he started to cry. And after a few minutes of crying, he really came to his senses and realized what had happened.

            “You.” His face turned to mine, and as if our eyes were magnetically drawn to each other, his body started to pull itself towards me. At this point, I was standing, barefoot, my dress ripped and my makeup running down my face in streaks; not from tears, but from the cold sweat pouring out of my body.

            “You,” he repeated, his eyes full of fury, full of everything that I was afraid of, “You need some fucking help. You think you can just leave a show like that? Do you care about your fans at all, or was that a lie too? Really, Demi? You should have seen everyone’s faces when you went running out that door. Everyone had given up on you. Everyone. But not me,” he swallowed heavy and shoved his thumb into his chest, “not me, Dem. Why? Because I love you. I. Love. You. Even after this. Even after you ruined your whole fucking career, and probably mine. I love you. And I’m never going to stop loving you. But right now…” He trailed off squeezing his eyes shut, so tight, until the tears were able to force themselves out. “Right now, I really hate you.”

            And then he turned around and started to walk away. He was walking back to the stadium, back to real life, back to the cameras and interviews and screaming fans. Why would anyone want to go back to that? We could just stay right here and…

            That’s when I realized that he was really leaving. He had run after me all the way here, and now he was going back.

            “Wait!” I sobbed, my eyes holding on to his disappearing body. I started to slowly walk after him, but then my body started to connect with my screaming heart, my screaming mind.

            “Wait! Wait, Joe! Wait!” I broke into a sprint, yelling, screaming, shrieking after him, like the mad woman that I was; that I am. I saw him flinch slightly at my hoarse, weak, strained scream, but he kept walking. He was so far ahead of me now; I guess I had hesitated a little too long. But I wasn’t going to let him get away.

            Finally, I reached him. I was right behind him and instead of tapping him on the shoulder or talking to him, I pushed him. I wasn’t mad, but I pushed, as I hard as I could, with all the momentum that I had from running after him. He barely even moved.

            He whipped his body around, and suddenly we were nose to nose. Both of our faces were wet and cold and covered in dirt. We were disgustingly ugly, but he looked so beautiful and real. His eyes went right through mine, and I felt them shoot down to my gut.

            I let out a sob right before his lips crashed over mine. He gathered me into his arms, and I flung my arms around his neck, clinging for some sort of life preserver. I grabbed his hair, his ears; I clawed at his neck. His lips pushed farther into mine, harder. As his mouth opened, for a split second to gasp for air, he let out a sob, and it only made us claw harder. We couldn’t get close enough to each other. Our bodies kept pressing harder and harder. His hands had reached under my dress and were on my bare back, constantly moving, trying to find something.

            We scrambled and frantically touched, trying to find everything that we had already found. We had found each other. And at that moment, even though I had run away from my fans, from my show, from everything I live for; even though he had stupidly run after me and potentially lost his job; even though I was completely and totally fucked up with no possible remedy; at that very moment, with every part of my body attached to his, everything was right in the world.

Games at the Dinner Table (Part 2)

Games at the Dinner Table (Part 2)

             Justin stormed through the door to his hotel suite, praying that she would be there and not her own room. He was met with complete darkness and slammed his knee into the corner of a coffee table. He swore under his breath and turned around to walk towards the door and find her when a soft voice stopped him.

            “Where are you going?”

            He froze. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up as a shiver went through his body. It was coming from the direction of the bed.

            Selena smiled in the darkness. The moonlight was directly on his face, exposing his confusion and frustration. She knew he wanted her right this moment. But first he would have to find her.

            “Selena,” he said, inching forward, “I think you’ve tortured me enough.” And then he hit his knee on the same exact corner of the same exact coffee table. “Fuck!” He yelled, as he grabbed his knee in his hands and hopped around on one foot.

            “Shhh, baby.” She said quietly, trying to stifle her laugh.

            “Don’t laugh at me,” he shot back, dropping his foot back to the floor and standing upright. “I’m coming to find you. Don’t move.” He creeped his way slowly across the room. She held her breath as she watched him, trying her best to keep herself concealed.

            And finally he saw her. She was lying on her stomach on the huge bed with her feet swinging carelessly in the air. He kneeled at the foot of the bed and stared into her eyes.

            “I found you,” he smiled, running his fingers through her hair.

            “Mhmm,” she answered. She had waited all day for this and just his hand massaging her head could push her over the edge.

            “What’s my reward, baby?” He said, gently pushing her into a seated position to make room for himself on the bed. He didn’t wait for an answer. He took her face in his hands and kissed her, letting out all the steam that he had been holding in throughout dinner, throughout the whole entire day. He pushed her onto her back and realized she was completely naked. He stopped.

            “Jesus,” he whispered under his breath. She let out a giggle. His body froze on top of her and suddenly he had no idea what to do. It was as if this was the first time he had seen her bare skin. Well, felt it. The darkness made it all the more exciting as he explored her. He ran his mouth down her neck, her breasts, and all the way down her leg. He kneeled on the floor again and focused on massaging her one foot.

            “What are you doing?” She asked, lifting her head up from the pillow.

            “Shhh,” he said as he planted a kiss on the bottom of her big toe.

            “Jay, come here…” Selena tried to protest his sudden foot fetish, but she realized that it was weirdly turning her on. She let her head fall back on the pillow and closed her eyes, focusing on his hands and his lips and his tongue on her foot. And then the want was too much for both of them and he slowly but purposefully positioned his head between her legs. He trailed his mouth up the inside of her left leg and then her right, and then followed with his gentle fingers.

            “Justin,” Selena breathed, unable to take his teasing. He glanced up at her. She was practically writhing on the pillow, adjusting her body to his touch each time he moved. He gently bit the tender skin at the very top of her inner thigh. She immediately arched her back in response and let out a moan. And suddenly her hands were in his hair. “Please,” she pleaded looking into his eyes. His mouth closed over her hard and she let out a scream, tightening her grip on his hair.

            But, the feeling only lasted for a few moments and suddenly his mouth was gone. He was at the foot of the bed again, stripping off what remained of his clothes. Within seconds, he was inside of her and they moved in the familiar, erotic, fantastic way they always had, but always with a twist of something new.

            They reached their climax together and completely unraveled, breathing each other’s names into the hot, sweaty air.

            “You think they’re gonna check on us?” Selena asked, cradling Justin’s head on her chest. She felt him shake his head against her skin. “So I don’t have to go back to my room then?” Again he shook his head. She pulled him up by his hair so that she could see his face. “Are you gonna say anything or just keep massaging my boobs with your head?”

            He responded by leaning in and kissing her, so much that she thought she could do it all over again. She wrapped her legs around him and they just kissed each other in that position. Tongues exploring each other’s warm mouths and hands running through sweaty hair and skin on skin on skin. They were completely and totally lost in each other and there was no need to stop.

            After what felt like hours, he slowly pulled his lips away from hers and rested his head back on her chest. “I love you so much,” he mumbled, already half asleep. “When we wake up tomorrow, you’re coming with me.”

            “You have to go to New York, babe.” Selena whispered. Her eyelids were so heavy she wouldn’t be able to open them if she wanted to and her hands ran mindlessly through his hair. Justin shifted his position so that he lay behind and her. He wrapped his arms around her middle and his head in the crook of her neck.

            “Are we spooning?” Selena laughed faintly, barely moving her lips.

            “Yes,” he mumbled into her neck. “And I’m not leaving you tomorrow.”

            “Justin—“

            “Not leaving.”

            Selena shook her head, but didn’t have the energy to protest. She let herself drift into sleep in the arms of the unbelievably amazing boy who was so in love he was willing to give up his career. She couldn’t blame him. She would do the exact same thing.

Games at the Dinner Table (Part 1)

Games at the Dinner Table (Part 1)

            “Dude, he was ill. I’ve never seen him like that before. He was like bam, bam BOOM!” Fredo swung his hands around in circles as he attempted to explain Justin’s performance through interpretive dance. In his excitement, he almost hit Scooter in the face. “Even when he fucked up the lyrics for that one second—“

            “Hey!” Justin cut in, taking his hand off Selena’s leg and using it to point directly at Fredo across the table. “That was completely and totally on purpose, dude. Swaaaag,” he slurred out the word and leaned back in his chair, clearly obsessed with himself. But it was ok. They were out to dinner to celebrate his accomplishments, so he had a right to be conceited. As for every other day of his life, it just wasn’t as justified.

            “Chill out babe,” Selena laughed, resting her hand on his leg concealed by the tablecloth. His leg twitched, startled by her touch and their eyes met. They smiled.

            “Alright, please no lovey dovey stuff, Jay,” Kenny pleaded. “I’m not sure I can take it after all this crap about you missing her twenty four hours a day.”

            “Kenny!” Selena’s jaw dropped in mock horror.

            “I’m sorry sweetheart, nothing against you. This boy’s just got the lovebug.”

            People around the table let out an “awww” and Justin just smiled and shrugged his shoulders, being his adorable, innocent self.

            The conversation slowly shifted away from the young couple and took a turn toward Justin’s schedule for the next few weeks. Although this was a celebratory dinner, his job could never just be left out of the equation.

            Selena wasn’t interested in his plans for the next few weeks; she was just focusing on the fact that they were together right now. Her hand was still on his leg, but she had subconsciously started rubbing small circles up and down and he hadn’t really noticed. He was quietly eating his spaghetti, clearly exhausted from the past few days. She wasn’t hungry.

            She glanced around at the table to make sure everyone was preoccupied with a different conversation. She started to add pressure on his leg as she rubbed it up and down. He stiffened a little bit, noticing the change, but continued eating his meal. Selena ran her teeth across her lip, getting excited by just imagining what she could do to him with just a hand on his leg. He reached for his glass of water and she squeezed his upper thigh. He slammed his other hand on the table in shock as water sprayed out of his mouth.

            “You ok, JB?” Fredo asked. All attention immediately turned to Justin. He swallowed loudly and took a deep breath.

            “Yeah, fine.” When everyone turned back to their conversations, he shot Selena a warning look. “What are you doing,” he mouthed. She just smiled and shrugged in response. He leaned over and whispered in her ear, “Just wait until after dinner, babe. Don’t do this to me.” And he resumed eating his meal.

            She took her hand off of his leg and took a bite of her dinner, engaging in a conversation with Usher for a few minutes about Justin’s new dance moves. But her mind was completely somewhere else. She loved having control over him.

            After Usher had turned back to his food, Selena gently put her fork down and returned her hand to his leg. He didn’t even seem to notice. She slowly, agonizingly slowly, moved it up and up and up and finally reached him. Now he noticed. She watched him closely. He had basically frozen in his position, his fork and knife still in hand, but his eyes focusing on something in the distance, trying to maintain his self-control.

            She squeezed. He immediately dropped his silverware to the table and let out a cough. She started to massage him and she felt him immediately get harder. He started to cough again, louder this time, the only alternative to letting out a moan.

            “Justin?” Scooter’s face was etched with concern. “You alright?” Justin slyly grabbed a hold of Selena’s wrist under the tablecloth and took it off of his jeans. He held it in place centimeters above him, not wanting her to leave him just yet.

            “Yeah, yeah,” Justin reassured him, “I just had something caught in my throat.”

            Fredo shot Selena a look from across the table, clearly aware of what was going on. He shifted his eyes to Justin and raised his eyebrows. Justin just shook his head. He slowly released his hold on Selena’s hand and resumed eating his pasta.

            She took his signal and resumed her game, feeling him respond to her touch. He kept a straight face, but she knew he was going to snap at any minute. There was no way he could tolerate this much longer. She wondered how he was planning on getting both of them out of this restaurant at the same time.

            It went on for the next few minutes, Selena teasing him, torturing him really. She would let up and then apply more pressure and then take her hand off completely. And then it would start again. He really wasn’t the only person being tortured. The way his body was responding to her and the way he was restraining his face was just turning her on even more. Finally, she decided to make her move.

            “I’m sorry guys, I’m not feeling so well.” Selena took her napkin off her lap and stood up from her seat. “I think I’m gonna go back to the hotel, go to sleep early.” Everyone told her to feel better and get some rest. She took her bag from under her seat and stole a glance at Justin before leaving. She was planning on leaving him hanging, but his face was just too good. She leaned down and kissed him on the cheek. There was no need to say anything; she knew that he would be joining her soon.

            Justin’s eyes followed her out the door and when he turned back to the table, all eyes were on him. Everyone was silent. “What?” He asked innocently.

            Most people around the table were stifling a laugh or trying to ignore what was clearly going on. Some, like his mom, were completely oblivious. Usher smiled at him, Scooter gave him a warning look, Kenny was laughing. Justin stared down at his plate and focused on the situation between his legs. At the moment, he couldn’t get up and follow her if he wanted to.

            “So Justin, you gonna go and make sure your girl’s ok?” Fredo asked, breaking the awkwardness.

            Of course that’s what he wanted to do, but he knew it wouldn’t be acceptable to everyone else at the table. He looked at Scooter, waiting for an answer. He just continued focusing on his food, refusing to meet Justin’s gaze. Well, it wasn’t a no.

            “Yeah, I’m just gonna make sure she’s, uh, ok.” Justin said, getting up from his chair. “She said she felt sick earlier today…” Everyone had to know he was lying but his acting skills weren’t his best when his mind was somewhere else. Without waiting for a response, he turned away from the table and walked towards the door.

Out of Control (Part 2)

           “Good morning love.” His arms wrapped around me from behind and he smushed his lips against my cheek. When he started rocking his head back and forth playfully, I pushed him away. “What?” He questioned, as he opened the cabinet to get himself a coffee mug.

            I just shrugged. I pulled the sleeves of his sweatshirt down over my hands and wrapped them around the warm mug. I felt his eyes staring at me but I kept my eyes focused on the black coffee, and swiveled back and forth on the kitchen stool. In a second he was behind me again, rubbing my back softly.

            “Something wrong, babe?”

            I looked at him. He was wearing the same grey sweatpants that he wears literally every morning, and no shirt. I don’t think he’s ever washed those pants. His hair was a gorgeous disaster, his face was stubbly, and his eyes had that groggy, hungover look. I could tell he was wracking his brain, trying to remember what had happened last night.

            “Drink your coffee,” I said nodding to his empty mug, “Black.”

            He set down the mug on the counter and perched himself on his own stool right next to mine. “Miley,” he began, dropping his head into his hands and tangling his fingers in his nest of hair, “I honestly have no idea what happened last night. But I apologize in advance.” I kept my eyes glued to the mug. I couldn’t look at him or I would burst. I wanted to stay mad at him, but I already knew that I would cave by the time he left the kitchen. He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and I shrunk back from him. “Please babe. I’m sorry.”

            “You were a mess.” I deadpanned. His hand dropped from the side of my face and landed with a slap on his leg. I couldn’t help it, I had to look at him. It only made me angrier. “You wouldn’t even stand upright. I had to call Zac!” I didn’t know if he remembered that part or not, but I was using it to my advantage either way. “Do you know how embarrassing that is Liam? I had to interrupt his Saturday night to come collect me and my boyfriend from some random bar. I mean, I’m kind of trying to uphold a reputation, at least with people I care about.”

            “You care about him?” He visibly shrunk. His voice was suddenly higher and his muscles contracted as if some monster had just appeared in front of him.

            “Really? That’s all you heard from what I just said? He’s my friend Liam, nothing more! Bottom line, you need to get your act together. Be a gentleman. Be responsible. Jesus, just be able to take care of your girlfriend instead of me taking care of you!” At this point, I had hopped off of my stool, and after that final stab, I headed for the doorway. Right before I reached it, he grabbed my hand and whipped me around with incredible force. I was trapped in his arms against his bare chest for a split second before he lifted my face up and crushed his lips against mine.

            I struggled against his harsh grasp until he finally got the point and let me go. “That’s not gonna work this time!” I yelled, stepping back, disgusted. “That doesn’t make you sexy. That doesn’t turn me on. It just makes you look desperate.” And then suddenly, my blood started to cool, and my face started to relax, as I realized that everything I said was the complete opposite. Everything he did was sexy, and turned me on, and truthfully, I was the one who was desperate in this situation, he just had to figure it out.

            “I have to go,” I mumbled, but didn’t move.

            Our eyes stared into each other for a really long time. I felt his gaze burn through me, burn down there, and I was on fire. I needed him. It didn’t matter what he had done last night, at this moment in time, he was the only thing in the world that mattered.

            I knew he was feeling the exact same way and he hungrily grabbed me and lifted me off the floor, slamming me against the kitchen counter.

            “You honestly need to work on your self control…” I breathed into his ear as I cradled his head onto my chest. My breath hitched as he moved his head further down, shoving me hard against the counter. “Ow,” I breathed, but he paid no attention. He was already on his knees pulling down the lace panties I had on from last night.

            “Liam!” I took his head in my hands and yanked him up so we were face to face. His puppy dog eyes looked so adorably sexy.

            “Yes, baby…” He whispered softly as he slowly trailed the back of his fingers down the side of my face. I leaned into his touch but then snapped out of it and pushed myself up so I was comfortably sitting on the counter top.

            “I cannot believe we’re doing this right now,” I said, drawing his head back to where it was before. He glanced up at me for a split second right before plunging his head between my legs. I let out a scream as his tongue unexpectedly explored and brought me places we had never been before. My whole body was shaking and my sweaty hands slipped on the granite so I just let myself lay down flat on the countertop. My whole focus was between my legs. Every piece of me was there. Nothing else was around me. Sight, smell, sound, touch, taste; they were all in one tiny spot on my body.

            “Liuuum,” I groaned as he started moving back and forth forcing my whole body into the same rhythm. I tangled my hands in his hair and attempted to resurface him. “Babe,” The sound of my voice only made him close his mouth around me again, and my back automatically arched against the flat surface, begging for purchase. “Babe,” I tried again, “I’m gonna come, Liam.”

            He made a grunting sound like some kind of animal, and suddenly his mouth was replaced with his fingers and his eyes were glued to mine. There was some kind of force pulling us together and my body pulled me upright so our faces were just inches apart, but his fingers were still inside me. I put my hands on both sides of his face and watching each other’s facial expressions just made it all the more exciting. The feeling was so intense I had to close my eyes. “That’s kind of the point, babe.” He whispered onto my lips.

            He dug deeper and deeper and I smashed my lips together, concentrating on that one spot. I’d never come from this before. We’d never done it this way, but it was awesome. It was so incredibly exciting, exhilarating. But it was different and I kept climbing and climbing and getting lost in it, but I couldn’t reach that point. I felt him try to pull his fingers out, but I just shook my head and he continued.

            “Miley,” he whispered. I grunted in response, moving my body to the rhythm of his hand. “Miley open your eyes.” And I did. His eyes were on fire, his jaw was slack and his mouth hung open with those shiny red lips that had just eaten me alive. It took all of my self-control to keep myself from shutting my eyes again and drifting off. He looked dead into my eyes with a fire that burned right through me, shooting straight down to where his fingers were burning me and said, “Come for me.”

            I threw my body into his touch, and we were moving together. He dug deeper and deeper and I climbed higher, higher, writhing on the counter top, pushing his hand deeper inside, guiding around in the tantalizing circles that made me scream, louder and louder. And finally, I unraveled, screaming his name incoherently, screaming my head off. I was sprawled on the cold counter top, my chest heaving up and down, my breath panting. He hovered over me and smiled. “That,” he breathed, “was fucking amazing.”

Out of Control (Part 1)

            “Come on boo, let’s get you home,” I mumbled into his ear over the aggressive booms of the paparazzi. Award shows were fun on the inside, but once the cameras are off, we literally step into the wild.

            “No baby, fun. Let’s have fun…”

            “Liam, just stay quiet, ok? Don’t start anything.” His huge body was practically draped over my shoulder as I hauled him through the crowd screaming absurd questions into my face. I squealed as some guy squeezed my ass from behind.

            Liam suddenly was standing upright and had the guy by his t-shirt tuxedo. “Hey!” his voice boomed, making everyone go silent for a second, but the camera flashes went up a notch. “Get your filthy hands off of her!” He slurred, “She is my. Fucking…” he licked his lips, closed his eyes, and spat out, “Property.”

            “Liam!” I screamed over the explosion that resulted from his drunken outburst. I tried grasping him back but he was already consumed by the sea of photographers. Suddenly I saw no way out and I started to panic. I knew that going to an after party was not a good idea.

            “Miley!” He cupped his hands around his mouth lazily, looking around aimlessly for me. The flashes were blinding and the chaos was too much so I did the only thing that seemed practical at that time. I got down on my hands and knees and crawled in between every one of those photographers’ legs. They could have gotten some nasty pictures, but they were all so stupid that they had no idea what just hit them.

            As soon as I escaped the mob, I got my phone out and dialed the first person I could think of to help me in the situation. I knew Liam wouldn’t like it, but he was in no state to drive us home, and I didn’t know how to deal with him when he was this drunk. I ran around the corner and kept running until I found a dark, quiet alley. He answered on the first ring.

            “What’s wrong?” I guess my only reason for calling him at 3:00 in the morning on a Saturday night would be a bad one. But he didn’t sound groggy or annoyed. He hadn’t been sleeping.

            “I’m so sorry Zac, but Liam’s drunk and the paps are everywhere and I don’t even know where my car is. I don’t even know how we got here I just – “ I don’t know why I was crying, but the tears kept coming down. I always play it off like I’m used to being bombarded everywhere I go because I should be. It’s been happening to me since I was fourteen years old. But you can never really get used to having absolutely no privacy.

            “Ok, where are you?”

            “Um,” I stepped out of the alleyway to find a street sign. I recited to him every street sign I could find in our general area. “We were at the Rolling Stone after party and then walked to a bar.”

            “Brilliant idea,” he mumbled. Before I could shoot back a defense he added, “Are you with anyone else?” I heard him starting the engine to his car. I couldn’t believe how calm he was. I couldn’t believe that he wasn’t so annoyed by this. Zac had always been there for me and I had always been there for him. We’re far apart enough in age so the romance factor is not an option, and he’s always just been like my older brother. I always end up calling him whenever I need a guy’s perspective on relationship advice. Whenever Liam isn’t there and I need some masculine support, he’s always there. He used to tell me that I was easier to talk to than his girlfriend. That part made me uncomfortable.

            “No, me and Liam got separated though. I need to find him. Do you think I should go out now or can you drive me around to find him?”

            “What do you mean drive around to find him? Where do you think he is? When did you get separated?”

            “Chill, chill. He can handle himself.”

            I started to run out from the alley and back to the swarm of photographers. I saw his car pull up right in front of them and started waving my hands. The second his eyes glanced in my direction, every single photographer swung around and started blinding me with their flashes. I shielded my eyes with my hand and tried to push through them but all of a sudden, I felt his arm wrap around my waist and he guided me through the herd of them. I just kept my body relaxed and my eyes down and let his arms push me through to the other side. Even when I heard their screams in the distance and my eyes started to return to normal, I kept my head down. His hands didn’t leave my body the whole way.

            “What the hell are you doing here?” Liam’s voice was below me. I squinted my eyes open and took in the image of him sprawled on the ground, his head the only part of his body leaning on the dirty bricks behind him. Zac moved to help him up and he scrambled away. “Get your hands off my girlfriend! I can get her home myself…” His face contorted and I knew he was going to be sick.

            “Babe, please…” I was still partially blinded and my voice was weak but Zac gave me a look that told me he had it under control. And I knew he did.

            “Come on, dude. Just calm down. I’ll get you guys home.” He squatted down next to him and lifted his arm so it draped over his shoulder and the two of them slowly stood up. His lips pressed together and his shoulders wobbled; all of Liam’s weight was clearly on his back. I moved to help him but he just nodded his head in the direction of his car and I kept quiet.

            After a painful few minutes of watching the dysfunctional duo wobble through the back alley, we finally got back to Zac’s car. He hauled Liam into the back seat and opened my door for me. After all that, he still had the decency to open a car door for me. Ridiculous.

            It was silent for most of the way. I was too embarrassed to apologize and I knew that even if I did, he would play it off like it was nothing. I wanted to ask what I had interrupted, but I was too afraid of the answer.

            He cleared his throat. “Are you going back to his place or…”

            “Um,” I hadn’t been back to my house in weeks. I figured that I had to make sure he got into his bed. “Yeah, I guess so.” He nodded. I took a deep breath. “Thank you.”

            He looked at me for a really long time. Like, a really long time. Not only was it uncomfortable considering the circumstances, but I had to break the stare to look at the road in front of us, afraid that he was going to crash.

            “Any time you need me, Miles, I’m there. But he honestly needs to get a hold of himself.” I saw the tiniest hint of a smile play on his face, which was especially gorgeous when looking at his profile.

            “I’m sorry if I interrupted anything, by the way. I probably completely ruined your Saturday night…”

            “No, it’s fine. Trust me, I really wanted to get out of there.”

            I had to ask. “Where?”

            He gave me a quick glance before returning his eyes to the road. “I was just out. With Vanessa and her friends, you know. They’re fine, I guess. I just like it better when we’re alone.”

            “Of course you like it better when you’re alone. She is, like, so fucking beautiful. I can only imagine…” The alcohol was really getting to me. I physically slammed my hand over my mouth. I stole a look over to him and thank God he was laughing.

            “Yes, she is fucking beautiful.” And that was it. We pulled into the driveway and he offered to help Liam up to the house, but at this point he was semi-conscious and I didn’t want to go through any more awkwardness than I had already endured.

            “Thank you Zac.”

            “No problem, any time.”

            “Really though. You’re the only person I know who would have done this for me. It means a lot.”

            “Miley.” Oh my goodness, that smile. His face just couldn’t be any more perfect. “Anything for you babe, anything for you.”

            I gave him one last smile and slammed the door, trying to catch up with Liam who was already wobbling to the front door. By the time I turned around, his car was already gone.