Sleep-O

Part II Chapter 10

        The plane started its descent back into Los Angeles and Steph woke up with her head nestled nicely on Steve-O’s shoulder.  There was a time when Steph would have never considered cuddling with Steve-O – he probably smelled terrible; a mix of body odor, cigarettes and crap.  But he smelled nice and clean.  

            “Hey, sleeping beauty, we’re home,” he said softly.

            She turned her head to glance out of the window, curious of the weather and time of day.  It was dark.  Sitting up straight and stretching her arms out with a yawn,  she said, “That sucked.”

            “Oh, cuddling with me sucks? Gee, Thanks,” Steve-O flashed a smile. 

            “The flight, retard.”  Steph swatted him, but his hands went out to grab hers.

  His fingers squirmed until they were embraced with hers.

            Time on the trip was split up into two categories as far as Steph was concerned; there was before the car accident when Johnny was there… and after, when he wasn’t.  After the accident Steph spend the majority of her time goofing off with Steve-O.  Goofing off would have turned into fooling around by now if they had any privacy. 

            As soon as Johnny left the group, they repacked the van, squished in and drove to finland.  Steph couldn’t help but be anxious and depressed.  How could she have fun now knowning Johnny was upset and going all the way back to LA alone.  She half pretended to be tired so she could curl up in the back of the van on Steve-O’s shoulder for the majority of the drive.  Drifting in and out of conciousness she forgot who’s shoulder she was leaning on.  She would then hear Steve-o’s voice in close proximity and remember where she was.  She wasn’t as disappointed as she thought she’d be.

            Once to their hotel, Steph took her key and plodded ahead of the group to her room.   Steve-O pushed ahead to get his keypass and jogged to catch up with her.

            “Hey, I think our rooms are next to eachother,” he said, not even bothering to look at his room number and having know idea what hers was. 

            “Oh yeah?” she asked, sounding completely uninterested. 

            “Yeah, dude.  In fact, I don’t even think there’s a wall separating them.”

            This got her to smirk and shake her head.

            “Guess this gives me and Pontius time to finally get acquainted,” she baited. 

            “Oh, great, then it’s a perfect time for my boot to become acquainted with his face!”

            They playfully shoved eachother until they reached her room.  “Okay, so where’s your room again?”  She raised her eyebrows, challenging him.

            “The door TO my room is IN your room, sooooo….” The side of his mouth went up in a crooked smile.

            “MMhmmm… well, then I guess I should PROBABLY let you get to your room, I mean , that would be the nice thing to do, right?”

            “Oh absolutely,” he played along.

            “Too bad I’m not a nice person,” she pushed him back and rammed her keycard in the doorlock, furiously trying to get into the room and lock him out.  He had great reflexes so he only slightly leaned his weight forward to keep from falling backwards.  As soon as the door was open a tiny bit, Steph was already off balance so he just slid his foot between the door and the door jam preventing the door from shutting once she squeezed through.  During this whole struggle they giggled and grunted and eventually Steph just gave up.  Steve-O had her slightly pinned against the doorjam, using his body to keep the door from closing. 

            “Well, well, well…” Steve-O said, leaning in closer.  Steph grinned back at him, resigned.  “Are you SMILING?!”

            “Shut up.”  Her mouth tightened into a line. 

            “Shut what?” he started tickling her to get her to smile again.  Damn him.  He expertly backed her into the room while tickling her and got the door closed behind them.

            Once the door was shut, his mouth was on hers in an instant.  Steph was completely caught off guard.  She thought things were getting to a point where he might try something, but this forward?  His hands went to her face, holding her to him while his tongue slid in her mouth. 

            Even though Johnny was a fixture in her mind all day, this was a welcome distraction.  She focused on his lips and his tongue and his fingers running through her hair…  she felt his pelvis push up against her as he walked her backwards towards the bed.

            She felt him let out a groan while he kissed her.  His lips went to her ear where he nibbled and then down her neck.  His tongue lightly ran over the skin on her shoulder.  Her hands went to his waist, to pull his shirt up and feel his stomach.  God, his hard, toned stomach… She couldn’t help herself and her hands fumbled with his belt.  They both shared a giggle before a loud knock on the door.

            “Hey Steph,” it was Jeff.  “Johnny just called.”