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damn you Tori!
Disclaimer: So not mine. The title comes from the Tori Amos song of the same name. AU/AT (sadly)
Title: Cars and Guitars
Rating: R
Reasons: Sexual content
Genres: Romance
February 14,1976
Mandy woke with a groan, rolling over and almost falling out of the bed. She sat up, sighing and rolling her eyes when she remembered. Every morning she hoped this was a dream, but every morning it wasn't. She really was spending every day on a tour bus with two small children and the problems that came from being five months pregnant.
As if on cue, the second she laid back down, the flutterings started against her stomach. She sighed.
"I have enough trouble getting back to sleep without your help, thank you very much" she muttered.
"Who're you talking to?"
She looked up, smiling when James walked out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel.
"Your son, who apparently is a morning person like his dad."
James laughed softly, sitting down at her feet.
"My poor dove."
"What time are we hitting the road?"
"We're not."
"Hmm?" she was already trying to fall asleep again.
"Why?"
"Well, if I remember correctly, it's Valentine's Day and someone's birthday to boot."
Mandy's eyes flew open. How could he remember these things when he had so much going on.
"James, you don't have to stop just because-"
"Hush. I'm trying to do something nice for once" he kissed her nose, twisting on his side so he could lie beside her.
She smiled softly, leaning her head against his.
"You romantic fool."
"Thanks" he kissed her again, trailing from her forehead down to her chin, counting as he went.
"Five....six..."
"What are you doing?"
"Ten...I think it should be obvious."
"Oh gawd, just another reminder of how old I'm getting."
"Twelve..." by this time he was at her shoulders and was nudging at the material in his way. Mandy shook her head.
"James...here? Now?"
"You're right" he sat up and gently took her hands, pulling her down onto the floor. Mandy laughed, softening her shrieking giggle quickly as she remembered the kids were still asleep.
"James! You're crazy!"
"Of course, why else would I be with you?" he winked, laughing as she slapped him.
"Now, where was I...oh yeah, twelve..." he pressed her back to the floor, sliding her pink robe away from her body. Mandy gasped loudly as his soft mouth latched onto the tip of her swollen breast.
"James..." she whimpered, latching her fingers into his hair.
He smiled, moving to the other breast while he muttered.
"Fourteen..." as he spoke, he threw off his shirt, grinning as she ran her fingers up and down his chest. He moved lower, sliding down his boxers and pressing his mouth against her swollen stomach.
"Fifteen...sixteen...seventeen..." he got all the way up to twenty, stunned at how good it felt to touch her there now. He pulled away in stunned pleasure as he felt the fluttering against his mouth.
"Already interrupting us when we're shagging" he laughed, smiling down at her. He ran his fingers through her hair, gently laying on top of her and burying his face in the crook of her shoulder as he slid her underwear down.
"Twenty one....twenty two...twenty three..." he mumbled, pressing his mouth all along her neck and shoulder. She sighed, leaning her head against him, clutching him close as he drew his hips up to her. He pulled back for a second, looking at her.
"I don't want to-" she pressed her hand against his mouth, looking up at him with shining eyes. He grinned, pecking her nose and murmuring.
"Twenty four" and then he pressed deep inside her. Mandy groaned, arching her neck and pulling him hard against her, feeling him kiss all over and counting in her head. 'Twenty five...twenty six...twenty seven...' feeling herself getting closer and closer with each kiss.
'Twenty eight...' her body tensed and then twenty nine came straight on the lips with a bruising passion as they climaxed together.
They lay together for ten minutes, kissing and whispering before James heard footsteps. He bolted upright, pulling on his clothes and handing Mandy her robe.
"Sorry luv, you know I'd love to stay like this but I really don't fancy the band seeing you naked."
"Ah, you know you'd love the oppurunity so beat someone up in my honor" she laughed, shrugging into her robe and smiling as he clutched her hands to help her up. He ran his fingers through her hair, smiling.
"You know" he whispered,
"If you wanted, I'd give this up. The money, the music, the fans. If it would make you happy..."
She covered his mouth, smiling,
"This was a good enough birthday present. Let's save the career ending stuff for the scary four zero."
James laughed boyishly,
"You know, I can't wait till I get the chance to give you forty-" he dodged a slap and walked away, laughing and leaving Mandy to soak in the thought that for the first time in her life she was truly loved.
Disclaimer: So not mine. The title comes from the Tori Amos song of the same name. AU/AT (sadly)
Title: Cars and Guitars
Rating: R
Reasons: Sexual content
Genres: Romance
February 14,1976
Mandy woke with a groan, rolling over and almost falling out of the bed. She sat up, sighing and rolling her eyes when she remembered. Every morning she hoped this was a dream, but every morning it wasn't. She really was spending every day on a tour bus with two small children and the problems that came from being five months pregnant.
As if on cue, the second she laid back down, the flutterings started against her stomach. She sighed.
"I have enough trouble getting back to sleep without your help, thank you very much" she muttered.
"Who're you talking to?"
She looked up, smiling when James walked out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel.
"Your son, who apparently is a morning person like his dad."
James laughed softly, sitting down at her feet.
"My poor dove."
"What time are we hitting the road?"
"We're not."
"Hmm?" she was already trying to fall asleep again.
"Why?"
"Well, if I remember correctly, it's Valentine's Day and someone's birthday to boot."
Mandy's eyes flew open. How could he remember these things when he had so much going on.
"James, you don't have to stop just because-"
"Hush. I'm trying to do something nice for once" he kissed her nose, twisting on his side so he could lie beside her.
She smiled softly, leaning her head against his.
"You romantic fool."
"Thanks" he kissed her again, trailing from her forehead down to her chin, counting as he went.
"Five....six..."
"What are you doing?"
"Ten...I think it should be obvious."
"Oh gawd, just another reminder of how old I'm getting."
"Twelve..." by this time he was at her shoulders and was nudging at the material in his way. Mandy shook her head.
"James...here? Now?"
"You're right" he sat up and gently took her hands, pulling her down onto the floor. Mandy laughed, softening her shrieking giggle quickly as she remembered the kids were still asleep.
"James! You're crazy!"
"Of course, why else would I be with you?" he winked, laughing as she slapped him.
"Now, where was I...oh yeah, twelve..." he pressed her back to the floor, sliding her pink robe away from her body. Mandy gasped loudly as his soft mouth latched onto the tip of her swollen breast.
"James..." she whimpered, latching her fingers into his hair.
He smiled, moving to the other breast while he muttered.
"Fourteen..." as he spoke, he threw off his shirt, grinning as she ran her fingers up and down his chest. He moved lower, sliding down his boxers and pressing his mouth against her swollen stomach.
"Fifteen...sixteen...seventeen..." he got all the way up to twenty, stunned at how good it felt to touch her there now. He pulled away in stunned pleasure as he felt the fluttering against his mouth.
"Already interrupting us when we're shagging" he laughed, smiling down at her. He ran his fingers through her hair, gently laying on top of her and burying his face in the crook of her shoulder as he slid her underwear down.
"Twenty one....twenty two...twenty three..." he mumbled, pressing his mouth all along her neck and shoulder. She sighed, leaning her head against him, clutching him close as he drew his hips up to her. He pulled back for a second, looking at her.
"I don't want to-" she pressed her hand against his mouth, looking up at him with shining eyes. He grinned, pecking her nose and murmuring.
"Twenty four" and then he pressed deep inside her. Mandy groaned, arching her neck and pulling him hard against her, feeling him kiss all over and counting in her head. 'Twenty five...twenty six...twenty seven...' feeling herself getting closer and closer with each kiss.
'Twenty eight...' her body tensed and then twenty nine came straight on the lips with a bruising passion as they climaxed together.
They lay together for ten minutes, kissing and whispering before James heard footsteps. He bolted upright, pulling on his clothes and handing Mandy her robe.
"Sorry luv, you know I'd love to stay like this but I really don't fancy the band seeing you naked."
"Ah, you know you'd love the oppurunity so beat someone up in my honor" she laughed, shrugging into her robe and smiling as he clutched her hands to help her up. He ran his fingers through her hair, smiling.
"You know" he whispered,
"If you wanted, I'd give this up. The money, the music, the fans. If it would make you happy..."
She covered his mouth, smiling,
"This was a good enough birthday present. Let's save the career ending stuff for the scary four zero."
James laughed boyishly,
"You know, I can't wait till I get the chance to give you forty-" he dodged a slap and walked away, laughing and leaving Mandy to soak in the thought that for the first time in her life she was truly loved.