Standing in front of the full length mirror in the master suite, you slip on your new dress, run your fingers through your hair to smooth it down and examine your reflection from every angle. You really do love it. The shape is flattering and comfortable and the color is gorgeous, but you just aren’t sure about the plunging neckline. It’s not that it looks bad, it’s just different. Your small chest has always made you a bit self-conscious and wearing something that draws attention to it feels strange, rather like you’re trying to pretend to be someone or something you’re not. You tilt your head and frown slightly at the deep narrow V, still unsure.
“Babe, have you seen my… “ Dave stops in mid-sentence upon seeing you as he strides into the room. “Whoa.”
“Your what?” you ask, furrowing your brow.
“Is that what you bought today?” he asks, stepping toward you slowly and motioning at the dress.
“Yep. What do you think? I like it, but I feel strange in it.” Turning back to frown in the mirror again, you glance over your shoulders’ reflection at the still approaching Dave. He takes you by the hand and spins you around like a ballet dancer to face him. Putting both hands on your hips, he takes a small step back to look at you from head to toe.
“You look beautiful.” His voice is soft, deep and slightly lusty. He runs his index, middle and ring fingers delicately across your bare cleavage causing you to shiver a little. You smile and drop your chin. “Actually, better than that. Ali was right. You have to go shopping with her more often.” His fingers move from your chest to your chin and tilts your face up toward his.
He grins. You melt. It never ceases to amaze you how that smile of his makes you melt.
“Alison said it would be perfect for me to wear to one of your fancier parties or events. Which freaks me out a little.”
“It still seems weird to assume I’ll be going to stuff like that with you. I guess in a way, this still doesn’t seem real. I don’t expect you to take me to places like that. I’m content to just wait in the wings for you. I’m not about all that stuff. This isn’t me.”
He laughs and pulls you closer. You swear you can feel his heart beating through his shirt.
“Penny, you’re my girl now. I love you. More than you seem to understand. I will be proud and honored to have you on my arm and show you off anywhere. I don’t care what you wear - shorts and a t-shirt or a fancy dress. But you look incredible in that dress.”
The butterflies in your stomach feel like they are attending a rave as he wraps you in his arms and kisses you.
“Actually,” you whisper with a coy smile, “the main reason I bought it is so that you could take it off.” He raises his eyebrows in mock surprise. “Oh stop!” you giggle. “It’s your fault my mind falls into the gutter so easily. I never used to be an easy little tramp till I met you.” Sliding a hand between you, you grip the erection he’s been pressing against your groin and give it a gentle squeeze. “Filthy fucking rock star.”
“I will take full responsibility for corrupting you. Now. I want to see what that dress looks like draped over that chair,” he growls, his eyes glued to you while motioning to the lounge chaise in the corner with a nod of his head, “and how you look draped all over me.”
His calloused fingers tickle down your side as he lowers the zipper to your waist and carefully slips your arms out of the bodice. He kisses you deeply as it falls to the floor, his lips moving from your mouth to your neck, collarbone and chest before hastily snatching up the dress and placing it carefully over the chair. You smile at this courtesy and wait patiently, lunging at him when he starts back over to you.
Sliding both hands under his shirt, you begin to tug it off and, as he pulls it over his head, you begin unbuckling his belt. Before you know it you’re both naked, horizontal and have become an entangled mess of sheets, flesh and hair. To Dave’s surprise, you push him flat on his back, straddle him and, pressing your breasts against his chest, begin to kiss is neck gently. A quiet sign escapes his parted lips as you slowly rock your hips front to back, feeling the delicious, wet friction between your legs. A couple of extra strategic moves guides him inside you and you sit upright, sinking him as far in as you possibly can. He grabs your hips and thrusts upward while simultaneously pulling you into him. You squeal loudly in both pleasure and surprise and he grins at you again. He laces his fingers with yours.
“I honestly think this gets better every time we do it,” he says, matter-of-fact. “But what happened to that shy, self-conscious girl from before?”
“Which one?” You raise an eyebrow at him and try not to smile. “The one that agreed to spend the night with you fifteen minutes after she met you, the one that spontaneously kissed you in the elevator on the way to soundcheck or the one who fucked you side stage in front of everyone in Zilker Park?”
You wait while he considers this. “Did you like her better?” He cracks another smile.
“I didn’t mean it like that and you know it.” He’s smiling but sounds completely serious. “I just mean you’ve changed a little since we met. In a positive way. You’ve got more confidence. You’re more assertive. I’m proud of you. Plus, it’s very sexy.”
Smiling, you look away, turning your head enough to hide the side of your face behind your hair. You’re flattered but a little embarrassed. Prying your left hand from his right, you delicately run your index finger over the feather tattoo you love so much.
“There’s the girl I fell in love with,” he says with a little laugh. He continues to hold both of your hands, fumbling with your fingers and your grandmother’s ring while watching your face.
Sitting up tall again, you look down into his eyes and begin grinding into him again. “And there’s the girl I’m still falling in love with. Fuck me, are you wet!” He rolls his eyes before closing them, both hands letting yours go and grabbing hold of your breasts. Using your upper thighs for support, you slowly begin riding him again.
“Fuck me hard,” he orders in his usual growl. “Show me how fuckin’ much you want it. Make yourself cum. Let’s break the bed frame this time.”
“Penny,” Alison whispers softly over her glass of red wine. She’s sat directly across the dinner table from you and is quietly trying to get your attention as the conversation you have been having with Pat, Dave and Nate begins to slow. Reaching for your water goblet, you make eye contact with her and take a sip. She cuts her eyes sharply to her left and quickly looks back at you. Casually, you glance in the same direction to find Chris staring directly at you. You hold his gaze for several seconds before looking back at what’s left of the piece of pepperoni and mushroom pizza on your plate. A few moments later, a casual glance to your right at Dave reveals that he is staring directly at Chris. You watch him for an uncomfortable moment and, as you peek briefly at Chris again, Dave’s hand gives your knee a squeeze and you look at him again to find him smiling at you. All of the discomfort disappears.
“How’s your slice, babe?” he asks, leaning over so that you can hear him over the crowded pizzeria noise.
You nod enthusiastically as you chew and he smiles warmly. After another sip of water, you start to ask how his pizza is and notice that he hasn’t touched it or the pint of beer he’d ordered upon arrival.
“What’s wrong?” you ask with a hint of concern.
“I’m just not hungry,” he says, shaking his head and pushing his plate away from him. “I dunno.” He looks at you again, his features soft, loving and a bit sad. “Would you be mad at me if I got out of here?”
“Yeah, we can go,” you say without hesitation as you start to get up. He presses the hand on your knee down gently.
“You don’t have to leave. I don’t mind if you stay and hang out. They’re your friends now too, you know.”
“Dave, honey, what’s wrong?”
“I just wanna get out of here, go back to the room,” he says, shaking his head slightly. “I’m sorry.”
You toss the cloth napkin from your lap onto the table. “I’ll go with you… unless you just don’t want me to. Do you need some alone time?”
“No, I’d love it if you come too. I just don’t want to make you leave if you aren’t ready. Alison’s here and I know how much you love all these guys…” his eyes dart around before landing on you again. You wonder if he is still watching Chris, but you don’t dare look away.
“Ali, we’re heading out,” you say loudly enough to get her attention. You notice that it’s also gotten Chris’ attention. Ali frowns and sets down her wine. “All of today’s excitement has worn him out. We’re gonna turn in early.”
You leave the room to a series of goodnight shouts, step into the chilly evening air and hail a cab. Moments later you are creeping along in traffic in the back seat with Dave’s arm around you. He gives you a gentle squeeze, a kiss on the temple and you smile at the warmth of his embrace and the tickle of his beard on your cheek.
“Thanks for coming with me.” He still sounds tired or maybe even sad. “You really didn’t have to. I wouldn’t have minded if you’d stayed. I’m really glad that you get on so well with everyone. And they really like you too. I told you you’d make some friends.” After a moment he quietly adds, “But I’m really grateful you left with me.”
You slide an arm across his belly, grabbing his side and give him the tightest hug you can muster. You aren’t sure where all of this is coming from or what’s going on, but you don’t ask again. If he wants to talk about it, he’ll do it in his own time.
“I love you,” you murmur into his coat.
“I love you more,” he retorts, his voice deep, warm and dreamy.
The hotel is cozy and welcoming and, while you enjoyed hanging out with the others, it felt good to be out of the noise and cold. Dave collapses silently on the sofa and, after hanging up both of your coats, you fall in next to him. You look at him sideways without saying anything. He seems totally spaced out and you place a hand on his thigh. He picks up your fingers, lacing them with his, lazily tilts his head to the side and gives you a small smile. He looks beautiful, his face soft and framed by his long dark hair. Your stomach does a bit of a flip flop and you carefully slip one leg across his lap and have a seat, looking at him face to face. He pushes a lock of hair behind your ear.
“Penny, can I ask you something?” He sounds worn out, exhausted from such an exciting, full first day on the set.
“Of course, sweetie. Always.”
“Do you promise you’ll tell me the truth, no matter how much you think it’s gonna hurt me, or make me angry?”
Taken aback, your heart sinks a little. Alison was right. The thing between you and Chris is obvious and Dave has picked up on it.
“What we have was built on honesty. I wouldn’t break that trust now.”
“Are you in love with Chris? Are you two seeing each other behind my back? Just tell me if you are. I need to know.”
Not especially wanting to have this conversation in this particular position, you start to get up but he grabs your hips to keep you in your provocative seat.
“Don’t run off. Just please talk to me.” He takes both of your hands in his and looks down into his lap, like he is afraid to look at you.
“I wasn’t leaving, I was just going to change seats,” you promise, relaxing and trying to watch his face. “Chris and I are not seeing each other.”
“Are you in love with him?”
“Chris and I got close in Austin and he’s one of my best friends. I love him, but I don’t know that I am in love with him. I do know, however, that I am very much head over heels stupid crazy in love with you. What makes you ask this all of a sudden?”
He finally looks you in the eye. “You two have just been acting weird. And every time I look at him, he’s staring at you. But I haven’t seen you staring at him, so I wasn’t sure. Is there something I need to know?”
“I’ll tell you anything you want to know.” You are very matter-of-fact in this, surprised that this doesn’t make you as uneasy as you might have expected. You haven’t cheated on Dave, and you’ve made your intentions clear with Chris. There was nothing to hide, so there was nothing to be nervous about.
“I want to know everything that you guys haven’t already told me.”
You attempt to rise again and this time he allows it, his eyes sadly following you to the other side of the coffee table to where you take a new seat on the opposite sofa.
“Okay… I’ll start at the hotel in Austin.”
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