Hobie Brown.

When my eyes snapped out, I felt my breath be robbed from my lungs. All I saw was darkness looking over me. A small vibration under my back with a familiar subtle hum with it. The ceiling was closer to my head than I remembered, making me feel like I was in a coffin. Was I in a coffin..? It was very dark, my eyes weren't working well with me and refused to adjust to my surroundings. My clothes were changed out from yesterday's outfit, meaning whatever happened last night caused me to change into a fresh pair of clothes.

I turned my head to the right and perceived the familiar dark curtain, immediately my thoughts changed. I wasn't dead and six feet under in a coffin, I was in a bunk on the tour bus.

How did I get here?

I reached my hand out and opened the curtain in one quick motion, feeling a light breeze that came with it. I had no clue how I got on this bus, I didn't even think I needed to get on the bus last night; then again I don't remember anything last night. What time was it even?

I pulled my legs out of the bunk first, draping them across the side of the bunk before sliding down to the floor. I was glad I was out of my old clothes and into the fresh set, the ability to move my legs was a blessing. The second I sat up straight, my dizzy head pounded against my temple. I groaned and placed my palms over my eyes.

I slowly stood up with my eyes still shut, my brain feeling like it was free flying in my skull. I hated sober pain, everything would hurt when I wasn't sucking the smoke from the blunt or popping a xan to forget the pain.

With slight dizziness I stood up in the dark bunker area on the tour bus. I felt so tired, weak. I needed some water, but I also knew I needed to report to Miguel to let him know what progress I have been getting lately, but right now I wasn't going to focus on that, I just wanted to go back to sleep until we arrived at our destination. I wasn't even going to wonder how I got here, I had no recollection of last night.

Last thing I remember was tossing back a few more xanax than I wanted to, a blunt in my hands and stumbling towards the bathroom door. After that, everything is a blur. But this wasn't the first time I ended up like this, but it was the first time I forgot almost everything that happened the night before.

I stumble painfully sober to the bus bathroom, opening the skinny sliding door to step in. Once in the small viscidity, I shut the door. Flicking on the warm light, I finally got a real, good glimpse at my hazy reflection before turning my body around to have my back face the mirror.

Scuffling in annoyance, I rubbed my tires eyes and tried to adjust to the invasion of artificial light in this pain in the ass bathroom. Still with my eyes shut, I managed to turn the faucet on to grab my tooth brush and place some paste on the brush. I dipped my head down to the cold stream, gulping some of it back to my insanely dry mouth.

I pulled up and wiped my mouth, turning back around with my hands gripping the sink counter behind me. Despite the cold water I could still taste the liquor dancing on my tongue from last night, it lingered a bitterness of something expensive that I don't even want to know why I bought it in the first place.

Once I washed up and finished my business, I turned to the door and walked out again to the dark bunkers, shutting the door behind me. Instead of darting towards my bed, I made a sharp left towards the lounge area. My headache was growing more and more, my hand raised to press around my temple. My recollection of last night doesn't exist, but it was usually better that way; that way I didn't have to be reminded of something I did that would cause a pitiful reaction.

I clicked the glowing red button that shot open the sliding door to the dimly lit lighting lounge area of the bus. Rubbing my eyes with the back of my hand, I walked further into the open area.

The second I dropped my hands and raised my head, I froze in my spot. My eyes met an unexpected view that made my chest go tight. (Y/N) laying there across the couch in between both windows. Her arms wrapped around her stomach as she watched the passing cars. She had black shorts on and an oversize shirt with a bear on it, she turned her head to my direction in the doorway. She turned fully at my arrival, her arms staying around her stomach from the immediate startle I was awake and standing here. My palms went clammy, memories from last night started hitting me like a semi truck plowing through my brain.

"Hey." She said from her seat on the leather corner couch.

I swallowed the lump in the back of my throat, so much started to flood back to me from last night. She found me in that bathtub, she helped me when I couldn't function. She listened to me ramble about what rots in my brain, what the humiliating things I say. She brought me to bed, she helped me with my hair, she helped change my clothes. I made her lay with me, and she did without a second thought. We fell asleep, she was rubbing my back. My scars.

"How did.."

"I thought it would be better if I was here when you woke up, they let me get on the bus." Her voice never wavered, like what she did was something she did all the time; calm and collected. "Ozzy and Opium got you on here, you still seemed so out of it when you got up to leave."

No matter what drugs I consumed or how many drinks I threw back, I could never forget her gentle touches, gestures and words she said to me last night. What I said to her were things I've never told to anyone, and things I've never planned to say to anyone let alone her. I never even told.. But besides the point, she caught me at a very weak, unguarded moment. I felt physically ill knowing I said such things last night when I was out of my mind.

I begged to whatever god there was up there that she didn't try to pry and try to 'fix me'.

"I didn't mean.. I just—. I didn't mean anything I said last night." I scratched the back of my neck, standing in the same spot near the door before my arms crossed over one another.

"We don't have to talk about it, I get it. I just wanted to see if you were alive." She quickly answered.

I paused and nodded shortly, sticking my hands in my back pocket awkwardly. I'm relieved she didn't want to talk about it, because I didn't either. I wanted to forget about it all, I wanted to cast a random spell to make her forget about it too. I'm close to making Miguel make her forget.

We glanced at each other for a second across the room, I could see how red her eyes looked from the other side of the room, she was either just crying, just really tired. But considering she had bags under her eyes, I feel like she just hasn't slept.

"Have you like.. slept?" I murmured out of curiosity.

She shook her head, "Nah. My mind has been going since last night, but I'm ight."

I wanted to say she can sleep in my bed where it's dark, but I don't know if she would want to possibly relive what she saw last night and make it harder for her to sleep. I doubt she would even be comfortable.

"Well, the couch pulls out like a trundle bed. If you wanted to .. stretch out." I pointed awkwardly to the bottom of the couch.

"Oh," she looks down at the couch with a tilt of her head. "It does?"

"Yeah." I walk over to the couch. "You have to pull it at a certain angle, but it's a bitch to find, even in the daytime."

She stays sitting in her seat, looking up at me as I walk over in front of her on the couch. I lean down over on my knees right in front of her, I give her a painful look to indicate I have to get in between her legs but she doesn't move, just shifts her legs open a bit to let me have room.

I keep my head straight down instead of looking up at her, trying to concentrate on finding the small lever. Eventually I grasp the little level at my fingertips.

"There it is." I stand up to hunch over to pull it.

I wasn't smart enough to understand the footrest would powerfully snap out where my knees were. The second the leather shot out against my shins, I fell forward a little in loss of my balance. My hands smacked against the back of the couch, one resting on the wall and the other right next to her head, my forehead almost hitting hers but I caught myself in time.

One of my legs ended up in between her own, I stared down at her with a sparkle of startle lingering in my eyes at the quick transition that almost resulted in me falling on top of her.

"Shit—! sorry." I shook my head in fault.

She just stared up at me from the couch, her grip not going unnoticed on my hips. I arched over her, creating a silver space between my pants and my shirt. Her hands were placed right on the band of my sweats.

"It's fine." She murmurs.

I nod back to look at her again, seeing she was looking down at her hands on my hips too. She glanced back up at me, her icy eyes meeting mine. Her hands pulled back rather quickly, but repositioned themselves around her neck before she realized what she was doing. Her rosy cheek accented her cheekbones, I've never noticed until I was looking this close at her face. Her plump lips slightly parted, but her breathing was almost too silent. Her bottom lip was so inviting, a strong part of me wanted to put my own lips on it. Even when she hid it between her teeth, all I could imagine was it was me that felt the small sting of teeth digging into her lips.

I took my hands off the wall and the couch, her own dropping down to her sides, I stood with one knee on the kicked up trundle as my other was laid out behind me. I stared at her silently for a second, behind her the window of the highway was the only thing that snapped me out of my trance that everything wasn't moving in slow motion; it was just me.

"I want you to know.." She started off, her lips almost vanishing into thin air before she mustered up more courage to finish her sentence. "I care a lot about you."

At the same head level, her voice started to shake from her confession, glancing down at my lips for just a second. I felt this tightness in my stomach, an ache in the back of my throat, a need for what we both were thinking. We both stared, as a sudden dangerous thought popped in my head.

Her eyes were that gorgeous brown, holding amirage of alluring shades hostage to her jubilant irises. Then her lips, her beautiful craving lips. The muscle supple pair of delicate lips I've ever seen. Slightly glossed from her own tongue, they were a charming hysteric pair. Thought of what those lips would like against different needed parts of my body was a thought in its own.

But for some reason, I just had an urge to kiss her.

I wanted to feel her painless mouth part against mine, to feel her breath rival against my own. I wanted to understand what it felt like to graze my tongue against her bottom lip, to bite and make her wiper. But most importantly, I just wanted to feel them pressed against mine with no affliction. No resentment or guilt.

But that was more dangerous than anything.

I reached my hands up to the back of her neck, one hand resting on the side of her head, studying down at her lips while knitting my fingertips in her hair. I didn't know what was coming over me, but I was slowly leaning in. I felt a breathy chuckle against my lips, my eyes having been too focused on her lips to even notice her eyelids half shut and were not staring me down.

"You don't like to kiss much, do you? I mean really kiss." She breaks my corrupted thoughts, the one where the anxiety was becoming too much for me to handle and too much for my mind to function properly. My heart was racing like a freight train, heart pumped through my hands that delicately held her, it made the tips of my fingers ache from restlessness.

I swallowed and barely leaned back to get a good look at her, not the one where she was cross eyed from my vision. I felt stupid for getting this far and not going through with it. "I kiss, at least I think I do. But it helps with them not getting attached if it's quick, no emotion in it. When it's.. Fake. I only kissed one person with real love."

She knew who I meant, I could see it flash through her eyes quickly without having to drive the thought out of her. I nearly forgot I told her I had been in a relationship before, a real one, I couldn't get mad at her for thinking it and wanting to say it; I literally told her myself. But it was weird for someone to know that, I've never mentioned it to anyone.

"If it helps.." She starts, speaking reticent. "I've only kissed two people." Her delicate hands help my biceps, rubbing up and down them that I didn't even care my scars were showing to her. "Before you say anything, I didn't really kiss the guys I fucked. Kissing is intimate, that was just to get out of the group of the virgins."

I wouldn't have guessed she only kissed two people, but hearing her actually confirm that made me feel a bit more at ease. Despite the shit I give her, (Y/N) is actually the only person I know who puts up a real fight with me, who doesn't back down to what she wants and hates being told no when she can find a way to make it a 'yes'. She is smart, she is persuasive, she is everything I wish I had and not a fake facade I wear. The whole ordeal of kissing was starting to make my head spin, but when my eyes glanced down to her neck all I could feel was a shudder go down my spine. Her smooth smooth skin of the arch of her neck made my thoughts go to a much darker place.

Sure, what happened in the dressing room happened. But this was different, this was more.. real.

"The first guy was named JK, he was this boy in my cousins group. I won't go into details, but he was the only one who made me feel special." I couldn't be jealous, I wasn't hers. I didn't even know the girl when she was wherever the story was about to take place. "And the second guy.."

My thoughts were pulled away as she somehow managed to catch me off guard and switch out positions, her legs straddling my waist as she chuckled looking down at me. "Is the most annoying, stuck up, hot headed, singer I have ever met." She whispered against the skin of my neck, making my eyes widen. Her lips were right above my collarbone, a simple parted lip that made my skin go hot. I stayed still, holding her closer to my body as my arms wrapped around her waist to keep her in place as she took her time with a single kiss against my skin.

A crazed coldness went down the back of my neck, just from the tender pressure of her lips. Every part of me went tense, my abs flexing because I was that immersed in the evident touch. My fingers snagged in her hair, her hands sliding down the side of my body to hold onto my rugged ribcage as she planted the sultry kiss against me in such an innocent way. I let out a shaky breath. It felt weird, different. I have had many women from all over the world, different universes kiss and suck on my neck; but not like this. Not this soft and tender, like I was a glass doll that needed to be touched with care. I felt a childish feeling spark in my stomach when so effortlessly touched me in a simple way.

She pulled her plump limps back, tall on her knees with both of them on either side of my hips, she looked back into my eyes for a brief pause. Both of us breathed heavy, my fast pumping blood made me restless now, more unaware of my actions. I felt a more familiar fuel in me, it was a desire to touch her more and to have her touch me more.

We fell onto our sides, easily laying over top of her as I fell into her neck, moving my one hand to her tender side while the other rugged into her hair on the side of her head. I parted my lips against her neck while I inhaled her scent sharply. My kiss wasn't as soft as hers, it was harder and more needier. Her hand placed to the back of my neck, head tilting slightly away from the contact to give me more space along the side of her skin. I held her head on the other side, keeping a solid hold on my grip.

I sucked on the small patch of delicate skin, taking her breath away as I could feel her rapid heart beat against my chest.

She let out a heavy pant into the untouched air, gripping the back of my neck tightly as I coursed my way to different spots on her arch. I could feel her shift under me, her fingers moving my hand up and under her shirt to grope her hardened nipples. My teeth nicked on impressionable parts of her, biting down a bit harder on accident when I placed her nipple in between my pointer and middle finger to pull. Her breathing got heavier the closer I got to her, my hot breath tampering up around it the closer I got.

"Fuck," I mumbled on the side of her jaw pressing wet kisses all up and down the sharpness of it. "I want to make you mine." I spoke out of the heat of the moment, not even thinking about it at all.

"Thought you don't believe in labels." She mumbled, turning her head to the side to whisper those words against my lips. I roll my eyes and nuzzle my face back in between her neck, latching on to her earlobe between my teeth, moving my mouth up to gravel against her ear.

My hand comes back out from under her shirt, tucking them underneath her soft thighs. I gently pull them sharply so they extend out and around my hips. "I'm bad for you, (Y/N). I'm not good for you. I'm an asshole. Why would you come and save me last night, why would you risk your sanity and see me in that state." I buried into her hot neck as I ran my hands down her clothed thighs. She breathed heavily, gripping the back of my head. I pushed between her legs, releasing a bit of tension that was in my pants. The second I pressed myself between her tender legs, she conveyed a sweet whimper at the back of her throat.

"Because.." She shakily let out, tossing her head back but I could tell whatever it was she wanted to say, she was going to mean it; so I slowed down on everything I was doing, letting her catch her breath. "I care for you. Okay? I know you aren't used to that from a third party, but I care. No matter how many times you push me away, I'll always come to get you out of that mental battle. Now please.." She brought her head back up, fluttering her eyes open with a lustful look. "Let's talk about this later and do whatever it was you were about to do."

My mind was battling to stop and talk about what she said. But the other part of me was begging to touch her, unravel, kiss parts of her she never showed anyone. Her heavy panting even sounded innocent, the simplest touches driving her wild. She tossed her head back again when my lips drew to her throat, planting wet kisses on the dip of her windpipe. I was so lost with this girl, I never once in my life got this fuzzy in the brain with someone. I know this was just my mind playing games on me, but when I kissed her neck it was the sweetest flavor on my tastebuds.

I lifted myself up over her, looking down at her body erratically beneath me. Her chest rose and fell. My hips were pressed between her desire long legs, it was giving so much in me not to grind roughly between them so I could release some tension in my pants.

I instead grabbed the hem of her shirt and bunched it up to her neck, pulling it over her head before tossing it to the side on the floor. I sucked in my lower lip between my teeth, looking at her perfect breasts that were hidden beneath them. She wore no bra. Her horizontal state made them sit high and round on her chest, they looked angelic and I was dying to wrap my lips around them or fuck my cock between them.

She sucked in a harsh breath when I ran the tip of my finger down and around her nipple. In slight awe from how perfect her body was under me, I tilted my head up to look at her eyes again, seeing she was on edge from her sudden nudity.

"You're so perfect, but so exposed." I whispered with a devilish grin on my lips, staying hovered over her with my hand digging into the surface next to her head.

She twisted just slightly a bit in nervousness, glancing at the closed doors to where the guys were.

"Don't worry," I coaxed. "I'll take care of you. Remember, I have some good hearing." I looked down at her body again, my hand gripping her rib cage to rub small circles as I held myself up on the other. Nothing but sinful thoughts danced across my mind, playing things over and over that I wanted to do to her.

"Fuck (Y/N)." I cussed under my breath, keeping my eyes on her chest.

"What?" She whispers, pausing any movement she was about to do like I was about to say something bad about her suddenly.

"I'm just thinking about all the things I want to do to you." I push my hips against her, just wanting to feel her body in any way I could. I kept my eyes on every detail of her chest, noticing a scar right below her left boob. All I could do was just shake my head in admiration.

"Stop staring." She murmured with the most confidence I ever heard, putting her hands above her head like she was sprawled out for me to devour.

I furrowed my brows and chuckled, reaching my hands up to grip her wrists regardless of her holding them up herself. I just liked the idea of her like this.

"Nah," I shake my head. "You have the most beautiful body I have ever seen, let me take it in for a moment."

I released her wrists knowing she would keep them up there anyway above her head. I brought my hand down and placed it over her breast covering it completely. She shuddered a little bit at the slight touch, glancing up at her eyes again.

Gently I circled my palm in an easy pressured motion, holding myself up at a distance above her. She parts her lips and breaths slowly, her reaction coming from the slightest touch.

I pulled back up to tower over her again, her chest rising and falling. I pull my hand back from her breast to press my thumb to her lips with a silent invitation to open up. She smirked against my lips, opening her mouth just a bit so my thumb could press down on her tongue before wrapping her lips around my thumb to suck. A low growl emitted from my throat, watching as she eagerly sucked on my thumb like it was my cock shoved down her throat. I pulled my thumb out from around her lips and brought it down to her breast, holding it and grazing just my wet thumb softly back and forth over the most sensitive part to make it harder.

She panted heavier, rolling her hips up against mine, her eyes fell shut to immerse in the very simple delicate pleasure. She looked like an angel right now, a perfect goddess.

"Tell me baby," I raps while circling my thumb. "What do you think about when you close your eyes at night and shove your fingers in your tight, little pussy?"

She whines a bit from my question, I could tell she didn't want to answer.

"Use your words, baby." I push.

She whimpered as I started to squeeze her harder, the tension in my pants pressing between her innocent legs to push for an answer.

She stubbornly doesn't answer, which makes sense because that's who she is. She started to pant heavier into the hot air between us. I impatiently push for me, my teeth clenching because she is always so tough to get answers out of when she turns stubborn. I started to roll my hips between her legs, not holding back anymore. I slipped a hand down her pants to teasingly rub her clit, purposely ignoring her aching hole.

"Tell me." I mutter, having to stop myself from whining. "Be a good girl for me."

I palmed her breast with one hand, the other achingly circling on her clit. She drifted her head back further with her eyes shut, not answering. Instead, she started whimpering from the pleasure.

I clench my jaw at her deflection of answering my question. In frustration, I brought my head down to her other breast and took my hand out from her pants, taking her breast into my mouth. She softly gasps out and tenses her body at the different contacts, my hand not touching her anywhere else anymore.

I lapse my tongue around the most sensitive part, sucking with more force and a quickened pace. In annoyance I nicked very subtly, making her jolt and scuffle a whimper in reflex.

I pull back and keep rocking my hips, my pants getting more and more uncomfortable as I was nearly bursting through the fabric. She was always a tease, but she was even more now that she was like this.

"Tell me." I mutter between my teeth flustered in demand, my jaw going sharp.

"Fuck! You." She gives in with a heated answer. "You. I think of you."

I paused at the answer, as if I wasn't expecting an answer along those lines. But I think hearing her say those words out in the open, knowing I was on her mind for so long made it harder to not fuck her when she has been on mine a lot lately.

"I'm thinking about you." She repeated in a staggering pant as I stopped every movement.

My lips slowly turned into a smirk, my ego stroked with a certain warmth circulating in the back of my chest. Her chest rose up and down, her hips shifting a bit to keep the friction I stopped down.

I stared down into her mesmerizing eyes full of lust, her lips just so slightly parted so she could control her lustful pants. Her cheeks were a little reddened from the intensity, my need for her just got stronger and stronger.

I wasted no time running my tongue down her stomach, inching my body further down as well. I keep my hands on her hips, taking my time to kiss every part of her squirming body. My thumbs stroke in circles on her sides as I kiss, licked, sucking and bite every aspect of her stomach.

The lower I got, the more she was humming in her mouth from her lips tucked away. I glanced up at her, tapping her thigh to get her attention for permission to remove her pants. She stared for two seconds, then quickly started to take off her pants before kicking them off next to her clothes. She lifted her hips and I did anything to touch her clit and move it along, but I was a man of patience when it came to my meal, and I just loved to tease.

When I thought she had enough, I gently placed a kiss right on the skin above her dark blue panties. She whimpered into the palm of her hand that was covering her mouth to stop from making too much noise. I lightly grazed my hands up and down the sides of her lower stomach, driving her even more nuts.

I slowly went lower, getting closer to her warmth that was driving her all this pent up desire. I pushed her legs to her chest, trying to give myself as much room between her legs as I could. I laid down on my stomach, holding both of her legs up by the back of their thighs. I was glad that the windows were tinted from the outside.

I hovered my mouth over the thin material. All it took was one heavy exhale against the burning fabric to make her whine out into the open, her hand long gone from covering her mouth. She squirmed in beg for me to actually touch her, kiss her, lick her, but the build up was so much better than to watch.

I waited a few moments, watching her squirm before I finally ran my finger down to her panties and pulled it to the side, exposing her bare clit to me. The smallest touch to the area made her whine out again, her back arching the slightest bit. She was going to tire herself even more from how tense she's been holding herself.

"Relax, sweetheart." I mumbled while glancing up at her.

She was incredibly wet, I could tell from her panties and the slick coating my fingers. I couldn't begin to imagine what it would feel like to just take myself and shove my cock into her right, how wet she would be from clenching around me as I fucked her from behind.

But I had to fight that urge right now.

I leaned forward and pressed my mouth to her clit, she shuddered and cried out into the open. I stuck out the strong tip of my tongue, pressing it against the nerves with my lips around her. She flinched from the sensitivity, I stayed frozen for a moment to let her take in the feeling. After a second I started to flick my tongue up and down against her clit. My hands by now were long gone off the back of her thighs, holding her thighs down lower where my face met in between her legs.

Her back arched again, all the blood in me rushing right to my cock. I continued to flick my tongue against her click, her pleasure reaction started to make me really antsy. I wanted to fuck her, I wasn't used to spending this much on a woman before changing pace; but something about her made me want to spend forever between her legs.

I was so lost in eating her out, even raising up on my knees just a bit to push her legs back to her chest to replace my mouth with my two fingers instead, fucking her with them. My lips ghosted over her own, barely kissing her lips as I told her all the things I planned to do to her when we reached our hotel room.

Suddenly I heard the sliding door from the bunks open, making my heart still in the position we were in. I don't even know how fast I moved until I was turned around to block whoever it was to not see her naked body, the blanket that was kept behind the couch over her body. It looked normal, like I was just bothering her as usual.

Ozzy steps in rubbing his tired eyes and yawns, we had enough time to move away from one another. He turns his head to us and doesn't say anything, his hair in different directions and eyes still trying to stay awake. He arched his brow at the two of us before raising a hand, whatever it was he thought he knew would be denied with ease, but he tosses himself onto the couch next to us and flips on the tv, his head to the back of us before soft snores suddenly came out from his mouth.

Are you fucking serious?

I bent down to grab her pants and shirt, giving them to her as she kept her eyes forward to the tv. Whatever just happened between us was going to be finished.