Krystal sat alone eating her lunch and watching Richie with his new helper... Her name was Ami he'd said and she was the neice of one of the stage hands. Richie had introduced them earlier in the week but though the girl was polite she didn't seem to be intersted in chatting so Krys had left her alone. The girl seemed a bit strange to her, cute yes but strange none the less. But if Richie liked her, she had to be at least halfways nice,Richie didn't strike her as one to spend alot of time with someone without a good reason and as she watched them leave and Richie took the young girls hand in his she thought maybe she knew why he was spending so much time with her. And smiled whistfully.
She sighed in aggitation now that she had no one to watch to keep her thoughts off her own troubles. Ever since that last crew party her life had been hell. Ok so maybe it wasn't exactly hell but she certainly felt like shit about it, even if it didn't phase HIM, she thought as her anger rose again.
It had started out normal enough she remembered. The drinks were flowing the inner circle crew... those closest to the band and the band themselves were hangin out in the VIP section of some posh club... the name escaped her now....She'd been drinking tequila all night as was normal for her at these little get togethers.
yeah she was a bit buzzed but nothing more than she'd been before. But then he'd done it... He came over to her table and sat down beside her with a full bottle of vodka.......
That was when things got fuzzy..... she knew she shouldn't have agreed to drink with him, not like that but he'd been so charming and teasing she'd given in and once half the bottle was gone niether one of them had the sense to stop even though they knew they'd had way too much. She vaguely remembered him leaning over and whispering how beautiful she was before brushing his lips against hers. And she vaguely recalled thinking to tell him to piss off , but the light brush of his lips followed by his hand gentley moving her hair back away from her face left her breath caught in her throat.......
The rest was only flashes of memory,a few more stolen kisses there at the bar nothing too clear, passionate kisses in the hotel hallway? or was it the elevator? she shook her head, had she been pressed up against the wall? then blackness.
Krys sighed and ran her hands thru her hair as she sat back no longer feeling very hungry since her thoughts had gone down this path again. The next thing she remembered was waking up, not totally undressed but definetly disheveled with a bit more showing than she would have liked.. his hand was resting lightly on her breast and she glanced over to him sleeping bare chested, uncovered his pants undone....Her mind was blank, what had happened?? had they???Surely if they had had sex she would be completely disrobed and not just disheveled but... then again as drunk as they had been......She hadn't woke him up she had slid herself as lightly as she could out the bed and righted her clothing best she could, found her shoes and purse and hurried out the door and back to her room completely appalled at her possible behavior... surely she hadn't... she didn't do things like that.....
Krys came back to the present at the sound of his voice across the room she tried not to look, she tried to avoid him as much as possible anymore. He hadn't mentioned thier night together, he had kept his distance and been professional but cool towards her when they had to interact. She just wished she knew what happened but she wasn't about to ask him. It didn't matter anyway. If it had meant anything more than a roll in the hay to him he would have broached the subject by now. she sighed and returned her attention to her plate.
Jon watched Krys sitting alone, as usual these past days and took his food across the room, away from her. He still couldn't beleive she'd done that. She hadn't mentioned once what had happened that night. He'd just woke up and she was gone. When he found he later that day she had been anything but the hot little kitten she'd been the night before. She was down right Icy, would not meet his gaze and made sure there was no way they would be caught alone. He couldn't figure out why, I mean sure they had been drunk, but drunk or not he just shook his head, never had he felt anything so hot or intense....It had been as if they couldn't wait to feel each other, be one with each other, they'd gone from the hall into his room and he had taken her ... right there against the door..... hadnt even gotten completely undressed they were so hot for it. She had moved in perfect rythmn with him calling his name in that husky voice of hers that drove him over the edge. he remembered how it felt to slide inside her, so wet, so tight, he had almost gone off right then, it hadn't helped matters when she'd tightened the grip her legs had around his waist and pulsed her muscles against his length as he drove in and out. They were like two animals and when they finally reached the peak and exploded he gentley carried her to the bed and laid with her carefully carressing her body, more slowly this time. She had curled up close to him running her hands over his chest and lightly feathering it with kisses. He didn't know how long they laid like that but the next time he looked down she had been asleep... well he thought, passed out was probably a better word for it. And he had been feeling a bit like falling out himself so he curled himself around her curvy body and drifted off into a deep dark, alcohol induced sleep.
he picked at food as his thoughts traveled back to that night. She'd said herself she wasnt that kind of girl, she didn't strike him as a girl to just get laid and forget about it. So why had she done what she had done, why wouldn't she speak to him, why was she avoiding him like black plague and why on gods green earth did he care?????? He got up in disgust, and threw away what was left of his food, he took one last look in Krys direction caught her eye and hoped.... but all he saw was anger and... coldness he turned around and left the room swearing in frustration.
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