Divine Intervention: One Shots

Tension

A new guitar had arrived and he was squirreled away in his music room playing it. This one was electric. I had become so accustomed to the acoustic ones, that this one sounded foreign and unfamiliar. He was also in a mood and that was apparent in the tone of the music itself. At times it was loud with a lot of distortion, at others it was just dark. It was all minor chords and clashing notes. I had no idea what caused it, but I knew better than to try and bring it up, he would talk when he was ready. I put my anxious energy into cleaning a house that wasn’t messy. It was nice outside so I opened the windows to let in some fresh air. I made myself so busy that I didn’t notice when the guitar stopped and footsteps sounded on the stairs.I was startled when I heard my name.

I took a deep breath and turned towards his voice. “Hmm?”

He chuckled a bit. “The house is spotless and the fresh air is nice.”

I blushed. He looked like he had just got done working out and I just about drooled. He was wearing a tight black t-shirt, jeans, and boots. His hair was pulled up in a haphazard messy bun. “Thank you. I thought you might appreciate it. How is the new guitar?” I was trying to avoid asking him how he was. I had never felt the energy that I was feeling from him before and I wasn’t sure how to handle it.

His tone changed. “The sound is beautiful, but I don’t play electric often. Electric acoustic yes, but straight electric, not so much.” His words were clipped and he turned towards the kitchen without another word.

Something was definitely off. We were supposed to be leaving for Germany in two weeks. I was going on tour with him to Europe as his tour photographer. I was excited, maybe he wasn’t. I wrestled with my thoughts and decided to follow him. He was standing in front of the open fridge not really seeing what was in it. I wrapped my arms around his waist and pressed my forehead to the space between his shoulder blades. I sighed softly when his body relaxed a little. “Is everything okay?” I half expected his body to stiffen, it didn’t.

“Yes. No. I don’t know.” He made a move to run his fingers through his hair, forgetting that it was in a messy bun. He yanked the hair tie out and let out a frustrated growl.

“Did I do something?” The question tumbled out as a whisper. He shut the fridge and turned to face me with my arms still around his waist.

He took my face in his hands and brought my eyes up to meet his. “Sweetie. No. You didn’t do anything.” He kissed me softly and took a deep breath. “The guitars arriving makes it real. I am always excited to go on tour and always a little nervous too. This time…” He paused and collected his thoughts. “This time is a little different. I have never gone on tour with someone I am involved with before.” He let out his breath and pulled me tight against his chest. He rested his chin on top of my head and I felt his words as much as I heard them. “Your safety is the most important thing to me and these irrational fears keep flooding in that something is going to happen. I thought I had resolved them, and then this guitar showed up.” He sighed again. “This is not you, it is definitely me and I need to realize that this is going to be fun and great. Just know that I might get a bit overprotective while we are over there.”

I let out a sigh of relief as I hugged him tight and smiled up at him. “I’ll be good. I promise.”

“I know you will be. I just don’t trust everyone else.” He kissed my forehead and turned to get a bottle of water out of the fridge,

I took a moment to look him over. That tight t-shirt was killing me. I bit lightly on the tip of my finger and leaned back against the island. He was taking a drink when he turned back around to me. He choked on the drink he was taking. I giggled and bit my lip. “What?”

“You are looking at me like I am your next meal.” He looked himself over and then back at me.

“You could be.” I couldn’t keep the lust out of my voice. “That t-shirt is something else.”

He played with the hem of his sleeve. “It’s a black t-shirt. It’s soft.” He chuckled looking puzzled.

“It’s tight and creates a very nice picture.”

“If it’s that distracting, I could just take it off.” He winked and chuckled deep.

I bit my lip and crooked my finger at him. “I definitely think you should.” Sometimes tension is a good thing.