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WildHoney said:
OMFG

This time in 4 weeks Jem & I will be getting ready to go to the airport....to fly to Toronto :hyper: :hyper:
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Wild :hug:

24 hours ago (more or less) VP was inviting me to go to Toronto. I may do it, too. I only live three hours from Toronto. I just need to get a ticket for the Saturday show and find a place to stay ... :wink:
 
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Oh damn! The time got away from you as usual. Hopefully they went long tonight. If not your really going to be in for it. You swore to him that you would behave tonight and be there when he got back. Its so hard being in new cities all of the time, so many things to see and do. Its so overwhelming trying to fit it all in between your time with him and the work your supposed to be doing on this tour. He is so demanding sometimes always wanting you at his beck and call. And heaven forbid you find something you would like to do that takes up your free time. Its so late now you know your going to get it from him. You hail down a taxi and hop in, giving them the name of the hotel and asking the driver to get there as soon as possible. You should have taken the personal driver like he offered. But then that would come with a personal escort as well. Its gotten so old always having someone looking over your shoulder, breathing down you neck. Sometimes you wish you could leave all of this behind and take him away to be alone, just you and him. No more of this rock star and his stupid persona crap. People always wanting more and him always feeding off of that. Won’t it ever be enough?!

You open the door to the suite and its very quiet. Maybe you’ve beat him this time. You hurry to the bedroom hoping you can get your clothes changed in time. You open the door, turn on the light and turn around to see him sitting on the bed staring at you with that look. The look that says, “Where the hell have you been!” He doesn’t say a thing though. He gets up and walks over to you. Even though you are the same height with him standing there gazing into your eyes you feel about two inches tall.

“Bono, I’m sorry! I lost track of time and I swear I meant to be here when you got back. I’m really sorry I didn’t mean to be so late.” you utter in a hushed tone hoping to not upset him.

He just stands there looking at you, a look of utter disgust on his face. Your stomach turns into complete knots. You start to move for the door, figuring you’ve finally done it. He is tired of always waiting on you. Always wondering where you are. He could have anyone. Why would he need to deal with you?! He takes a step towards you and quietly wraps his hand around your wrist, while slowly shutting the door with his other hand. He turn to look at him in surprise.

Before it registers what he is doing he shoves you hard up against the door. With one hand on your stomach and the on the door, he leans in so he is inches from your face. He is standing there breathing you in staring you down. Waiting for you to move. You open your mouth to speak and he grabs your face in his hand shutting you up. In a flash he has his mouth firmly placed on yours kissing you like you’ve never been kissed before. He releases your mouth and pulls you into him. He gently kisses up your jaw line.

And just when you think the storm has passed he bites your earlobe and mumbles “Don’t ever make me wait for you again! You are mine and I don’t like to be kept waiting.”
 
Russty Cat said:
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Oh damn! The time got away from you as usual. Hopefully they went long tonight. If not your really going to be in for it. You swore to him that you would behave tonight and be there when he got back. Its so hard being in new cities all of the time, so many things to see and do. Its so overwhelming trying to fit it all in between your time with him and the work your supposed to be doing on this tour. He is so demanding sometimes always wanting you at his beck and call. And heaven forbid you find something you would like to do that takes up your free time. Its so late now you know your going to get it from him. You hail down a taxi and hop in, giving them the name of the hotel and asking the driver to get there as soon as possible. You should have taken the personal driver like he offered. But then that would come with a personal escort as well. Its gotten so old always having someone looking over your shoulder, breathing down you neck. Sometimes you wish you could leave all of this behind and take him away to be alone, just you and him. No more of this rock star and his stupid persona crap. People always wanting more and him always feeding off of that. Won’t it ever be enough?!

You open the door to the suite and its very quiet. Maybe you’ve beat him this time. You hurry to the bedroom hoping you can get your clothes changed in time. You open the door, turn on the light and turn around to see him sitting on the bed staring at you with that look. The look that says, “Where the hell have you been!” He doesn’t say a thing though. He gets up and walks over to you. Even though you are the same height with him standing there gazing into your eyes you feel about two inches tall.

“Bono, I’m sorry! I lost track of time and I swear I meant to be here when you got back. I’m really sorry I didn’t mean to be so late.” you utter in a hushed tone hoping to not upset him.

He just stands there looking at you, a look of utter disgust on his face. Your stomach turns into complete knots. You start to move for the door, figuring you’ve finally done it. He is tired of always waiting on you. Always wondering where you are. He could have anyone. Why would he need to deal with you?! He takes a step towards you and quietly wraps his hand around your wrist, while slowly shutting the door with his other hand. He turn to look at him in surprise.

Before it registers what he is doing he shoves you hard up against the door. With one hand on your stomach and the on the door, he leans in so he is inches from your face. He is standing there breathing you in staring you down. Waiting for you to move. You open your mouth to speak and he grabs your face in his hand shutting you up. In a flash he has his mouth firmly placed on yours kissing you like you’ve never been kissed before. He releases your mouth and pulls you into him. He gently kisses up your jaw line.

And just when you think the storm has passed he bites your earlobe and mumbles “Don’t ever make me wait for you again! You are mine and I don’t like to be kept waiting.”
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:ohmy: This is AWESOME!!!!! :drool:
 
Russty Cat said:
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Oh damn! The time got away from you as usual. Hopefully they went long tonight. If not your really going to be in for it. You swore to him that you would behave tonight and be there when he got back. Its so hard being in new cities all of the time, so many things to see and do. Its so overwhelming trying to fit it all in between your time with him and the work your supposed to be doing on this tour. He is so demanding sometimes always wanting you at his beck and call. And heaven forbid you find something you would like to do that takes up your free time. Its so late now you know your going to get it from him. You hail down a taxi and hop in, giving them the name of the hotel and asking the driver to get there as soon as possible. You should have taken the personal driver like he offered. But then that would come with a personal escort as well. Its gotten so old always having someone looking over your shoulder, breathing down you neck. Sometimes you wish you could leave all of this behind and take him away to be alone, just you and him. No more of this rock star and his stupid persona crap. People always wanting more and him always feeding off of that. Won’t it ever be enough?!

You open the door to the suite and its very quiet. Maybe you’ve beat him this time. You hurry to the bedroom hoping you can get your clothes changed in time. You open the door, turn on the light and turn around to see him sitting on the bed staring at you with that look. The look that says, “Where the hell have you been!” He doesn’t say a thing though. He gets up and walks over to you. Even though you are the same height with him standing there gazing into your eyes you feel about two inches tall.

“Bono, I’m sorry! I lost track of time and I swear I meant to be here when you got back. I’m really sorry I didn’t mean to be so late.” you utter in a hushed tone hoping to not upset him.

He just stands there looking at you, a look of utter disgust on his face. Your stomach turns into complete knots. You start to move for the door, figuring you’ve finally done it. He is tired of always waiting on you. Always wondering where you are. He could have anyone. Why would he need to deal with you?! He takes a step towards you and quietly wraps his hand around your wrist, while slowly shutting the door with his other hand. He turn to look at him in surprise.

Before it registers what he is doing he shoves you hard up against the door. With one hand on your stomach and the on the door, he leans in so he is inches from your face. He is standing there breathing you in staring you down. Waiting for you to move. You open your mouth to speak and he grabs your face in his hand shutting you up. In a flash he has his mouth firmly placed on yours kissing you like you’ve never been kissed before. He releases your mouth and pulls you into him. He gently kisses up your jaw line.

And just when you think the storm has passed he bites your earlobe and mumbles “Don’t ever make me wait for you again! You are mine and I don’t like to be kept waiting.”
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:ohmy: :faint: and thats all I can safely say!!
 
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You’re so nervous you feel like you could jump out of your own skin. Over and over you ask yourself “What are you doing here?” Your heart is racing, your palms starting to sweat, and you can’t stand still for more than two seconds before you start to pace again. You’re still standing there, arguing with yourself when the sky itself seems to shake, a massive clap of thunder sounding overhead. The rain begins to fall in big fat raindrops, and the few people who were still out on the street with you begin to run for cover. Your instincts tell you to do the same, and so you step into the dimly lit pub, the smells of liquor and food hitting your nose almost as thick as the smoke in the air.

You glance around, telling yourself that maybe he isn’t even here. It’s a bittersweet hope, and it’s quickly dashed as your eyes find him seated at the end of the bar nearest to you. The sight of him hits you like a jolt of electricity, and you think briefly you might be safer outside in the thunderstorm. There’s a pint of Guinness in front of him and he’s drawing deeply from a cigarette as you lick your lips and try to make up your mind.

You don’t do this sort of thing. At least, you never have. So why, you wonder, are you standing here now? Earlier, when you’d interviewed the band, you’d been flattered by his advances. It had been fun, to flirt a little with such a worldly, handsome man. Then, after the others had left, when he was so bold as to steal a kiss and ask you to meet him here tonight, you’d been shocked. Overwhelmed. It was understood that this was no simple first date. His intentions were clear, and by showing up here you were agreeing to them.

You’re about to turn and leave when he turns to look at you, and as soon as his eyes land on yours he smiles and you know you aren’t going anywhere. You draw in a shaky breath and approach him, settling down on the stool beside him. He leans in close, the heat from his body radiating into yours. His accent is practically a caress as you hear him whisper in your ear,

“I was afraid you were never going to come inside.” You glance at him in surprise, your cheeks reddening shyly. He chuckles, his blue eyes full of mischief. “Don’t apologize.” He tells you as you stammer for the right words. “You’re worth the wait.” He tells you, his unusually big but gentle hand rising to guide you to turn your face toward him. He kisses you gently, slowly urging you to open your mouth to him, his tongue sliding over your lips and against your own in a teasingly, torturously slow manner that leaves you breathless and ready to beg for more.

“Do you want a drink?” He asks, leaning back away from you. He’s cocky, you realize, looking at the way he smirks at you as he takes a long drink of his pint. “Or shall we go somewhere more private?” Part of you wants to slap him. The rest of you wants exactly what he’s offering. By tossing a handful of bills down on the bar in preparation to leave, he lets you know that he knows it, too. You smile to yourself as you wonder why you ever even tried to fight it as he stands and holds out his hand, and you rise, slipping your hand inside of his.


 
I'm off to bed. I did something incredibly stupid tonight and I've felt awful and pathetic ever since. Hopefully I'll feel better in the morning. :|

Night everyone. :wave:
 
daygloeyes2 said:
I'm off to bed. I did something incredibly stupid tonight and I've felt awful and pathetic ever since. Hopefully I'll feel better in the morning. :|

Night everyone. :wave:
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Aww DG :hug: Do you need to talk sweetie? I'm on MSN if you do. Or tomorrow, Or whenever :hug:
 
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