Divine Intervention: One Shots

The Studio

It was rare that I got to go to the studio with him. It was even more rare that we were there alone. I was always amazed watching him work. His focus and passion is unreal. I usually got lost in the music, but today I was lost in him. I couldn’t even tell you what he was singing at the moment, other than the fact that he was belting it. His face was turned to the side and his neck was stretched exposing the veins on the left side. I wanted more than anything to place my lips on that expanse of skin and nibble and suck on it, not caring whether I left marks or not. 

He would care. 

He was not always the happiest when I left marks, but sometimes I couldn’t help it. I was snapped out of my daydream by the sound of the booth door opening. He ended the recording and asked me what I was thinking about that had such a smile on my face. I giggled. I was caught. Not saying a word, I stood up out of the chair I was sitting in and I pushed him down into it. I straddled his lap and pushed his chin to the side and pressed my lips to the skin that I was craving. I was silently thanking the heavens that he had chosen to pull his hair back this morning. He moaned and put his hands on my hips to still the rocking that I had no idea I was doing. Trying to keep himself in check, he pulled me away from him. 

“I have no idea what brought this on, but this is not the place, love.” 

“Why not? Noah and Marisa are in New York. Everyone else is busy. It’s just you and me.” I leaned in and captured his lips with my own. 

He responded by kissing me back slowly. He pulled away again. “Regardless, this is not appropriate.” 

I crossed my arms over my chest, and pouted. “I'll bet they have.” 

“We are not talking about that. Plus that makes it even less appropriate.” He put his hands on my shoulders. “I’ll make you a deal, let’s finish up here, and then we can go home and I will let you finish out whatever fantasy you have spinning around in your head, I promise. Ok?” 

I sighed, “Ok. Hopefully you are almost done.” 

He chuckled, “Impatient, much? I just gotta listen back to this track.”

He kept his word.