A long lane at night

1.20. PREMIERE

** BRIAN **

LOOKING BACK, THE RECORDING PROCESS OF MY first motion picture soundtrack is quite a blur. All I could really remember was the ridiculously large amount of work I had and Allan coming to the rescue way too often to make sure I was eating and sleeping. Then, as if by some kind of divine intervention more than just the natural passing of time, the first week of June ended and I was finally on hold. I was free unless they needed me and they were most likely not to. I had three weeks to rest before the premiere, to which I had RSVP'd me, Allan, and Mama Maggie. She was probably Allan's number two fan (I will never give up the top post for no one) and she called us a lot to say how proud she was of our work.

On the last day of studio work, Allan was there to pick me up, but drove us right home instead of taking me to a restaurant.

'Wait here,' he said with a kiss before taking the lift. I stayed down there watching the street from behind the double glass door for just a little more than five minutes. Then, I heard the ding of the lift and the door opened to reveal him, smelling amazing, with a hand outstretched to me.

'Come,' it was all he said and I didn't need telling me twice. The lift door closed behind my back and he kissed me passionately, all along without saying another word. It was only when the lift reached our floor that he broke our kiss and spoke softly to me:

'Tonight is all about you.'

He spun me on my heels and motioned me out of the lift. The landing was pitch dark except for some flickering lights I could see coming from the open flat door. As soon as we both crossed the threshold, Allan came behind me, locked the door, and started undoing the buttons of my shirt, gently kissing my shoulder as it became exposed.

'Tonight I want you to relax. We will take a shower together first, then you will jump into those comfy shorts you love to wear and I love to see. After that, we will come back here where I already have our pizza waiting for us. And then, finally then, you'll be entirely mine.'

Allan followed that exact order. A lot of times between his taking off my clothes, washing me, caressing my hair, until the moment we were seated to have our pizzas, I kept trying to skip to the 'entirely his' part, but he wouldn't budge. It was only when he lifted the lid on the pizza box that I realised how hungry I was.

'Cheese-and-ham stuffed crust!' I was far too relaxed to act as excited as I truly felt, but I was happy to see he got my true intentions.

After we ate, Allan at long last took me in his arms. His lips travelled all of me and I know it's a little bit selfish to admit it, but tonight he did all the work. All along he told me to just relax and enjoy myself and that's exactly what I did. One of the things I loved the most about Allan in bed is that he always knew how to balance the kinks and the romance and tonight he was giving me a little bit of everything. Occasionally, he would give me some kind of order, making me enjoy his bossy side. At other times, he would do something to me without even asking, giving me some serious dominant vibes. All the while, his hands would still caress my skin as he made sure I felt loved above anything else. I don't know what time our night ended. All I knew was that I slept in his arms again.

And sleep was something I did a lot that weekend. In fact, it was the only thing I remember doing. I wasn't at all used to a physical routine of going to work on a daily basis, so when that exceptional period of time ended, my body was craving to adjust itself. Allan never insisted that I should wake up, he barely came into the bedroom a few times to check on me and other times to cuddle and sleep a little himself. I had no idea whether he was taking naps or if that was actually night time and he was just coming to bed.