Run To You

Chapter 35

Scott, Kevin, Mitch, and Tori are out shopping. Kirstie is MIA (the rapper) on the tour bus, so I'm alone in the lounge. I sigh, and rest my head in my hands. My. Mom. Is. Dying. Well, maybe not. We could hope for a miracle, or she could have chemo and radiation! Kirstie tells me to look on the bright side. Speaking of an angel on earth, my wife walks into the lounge and kisses my cheek. I tilt my head onto the back of the seat and sigh.
"How are you holding up?"
"Eh, better."
Kirstie walks over, and straddles my hips, and kisses my jawline softly. She scoots us over so she is laying down on the couch, and I'm on top. I kiss her with a fiery passion. I run my hands from her neck down to the hem of her skirt, where I lift it up gently.
"Not," Kirstie says between kisses. I kiss her jawline, allowing her to catch her breath. "Right...now."
"Not in the mood?" I continue to kiss her jawline and neck.
"No, where are we?"
I look to my surroundings. The boys and Tori. Duh. I connect my lips with hers once again. I swear, her lips are like my life source. She pushes her tongue into my mouth, and they dance. I move my hands up to her butt, and her hands are traveling rapidly around my body: my chest, neck, hair.
"Well, children," Mitch says like a tour guide, "this is what the pre stages of conceiving of children looks like."
I rolled my eyes, and stood up.
"Oh, don't let us stop you," Mitch smirked.
"I'm not," I smirk right back, and close the door. I lock it, and go back to Kirstie.
"First things first, turn your shirt inside out," I whisper. She obeys and giggles. "Now, the sound effects."
"Oh, Avi," Kirstie moans, and, let's be real here, it was sexy.
"Baby," I moan back. This goes on for a while, until everyone pounds on the door. We take time to seem like we were getting dressed, and Kirstie throws a pair of underwear from her overnight bag on the lamp. We both walk out. Kirstie wears a huge smile, and I smile like I've accomplished something. Mitch stares at us, jaw dropped. Kirstie reaches to the top shelf, probably to get her chocolate pop tarts, and struggles. I come behind her, her back facing my front.
"Here you go babe."
"Thanks, my big, strong man!" she giggles, and stands on her tip toes to kiss my nose.
"Y'all are nasty!" Mitch yells from the back. We both giggle, and sit with them.
"I'm tired," Tori sighs, and rubs her eyes. Kevin guides them to his bunk.
"We're going to head to bed, too," I take Kirstie by the hand, and guide her to our bunk.
"I love you, Avi."
"I love you, too."