Be My Saving Grace

Twenty-eight

Twenty-eight

{ you're busy drawing hearts, you run your fingers down the glass, an open mirror }

"Fuck me," I groaned, stretching my arms above my head. I slowly unfolded myself from the front seat of the bus, and stood up.

"I see you finally decided to make an appearance," Jaime chuckled from the drivers seat.

I furrowed my eyebrows and asked, "where'd Tony go?"

"He's asleep on the couch," Jaime smiled, hooking his thumb towards the living room area.

I trudged into the room and spotted Tony passed out on the couch. He looked so cute I almost let out an audible awh. I smirked and jumped on him, my body landing squarely on his butt.

"Ughhh," Tony groaned, "why?"

"Because I miss your stupid face," I replied, leaning down and softly kissing his cheek, right below his dermal piercing.

Somehow he managed to scoop me up in his arms and gently lay down on top of me, "my face isn't stupid," he pouted, sticking out his bottom lip.

I giggled and softly kissed his protruding lip, making his eyes slide closed and his lips capture mine. I closed my eyes and cupped his face in my hands and pulled him closer to me.

"Cough cough, EW!" Lexi shouted, making both Tony and I jump.

"Oh stuff it, small fry," Tony huffed, leaning down to kiss me again.

I giggled and pulled away, "where are we?" I asked, looking to Lexi.

"Uhm, somewhere near Texas I think," she replied, looking just about as lost as I did.

"Where is the first show?" I yawned, sitting up. Tony laid his head in my lap, and I softly brushed my fingers through his hair.

"Our first show is in New York somewhere..." He mumbled.

I gasped, "new York? Then why the hell didn't we fly there? And why are we going through Texas?!"

"We didn't fly because it'd be stupid to fly because once we're there all the shows are relatively close together, only a few hours drive... And we have to go through Texas because its the fastest way, I guess," Lexi shrugged.

"Oh... So we have how much longer on the road?" I asked.

"A little over ten hours," Tony replied, "enough time for like three movies and some hard as hell cuddles."

"Hard as hell cuddles?" Rachel scoffed, "awh, Tony's whipped already!"

"I am not!" Tony yelled, stalking off to the back of the bus.

"He's totally whipped," Rachel laughed.

I shrugged, "I don't think so..."

"Of course you don't! The girlfriend never does," she sat down on the couch with a cup of coffee.

I poured myself a glass and sat down beside her. We sat in silence and sipped our coffees, watching Jaime, Vic, and Mike play FIFA. Rachel and I watched the guys play, occasionally assaulting each other with their controllers, and sipped our drinks quietly.

"Baby!" Tony's voice called from the bunks. I looked over and spotted his cute little face poking out of his bunk, "come here," he pouted, sticking his bottom lip out.

I giggled and put my coffee down and pranced to his side, "what?" I asked.

"Cuddle me, please? I want loves," he mumbled in a baby voice.

"That's no way to ask. You're twenty-seven, Tony. Act like it," I scolded, wagging my finger at him.

"Grace, just come lay with me, I miss the feeling of your body against mine, please?" He begged, his face serious, and his voice quiet.

"Awh," I blushed, laying down next to him, "ok."

"Thanks, baby," he whispered as his arms wrapped around my waist. I smiled at the sudden warmth I was enveloped in, and the soft kisses Tony was leaving on my shoulder. His hands softly brushed across my hip bones, making me whimper in pain.

"Roll over," Tony demanded, "now."

I complied and faced him, avoiding his gaze the best I could.

"Lift up your shirt, Grace," he instructed.

I did as he asked and lifted my shirt up to my ribs. Tony sighed and softly traced his fingertips over the recent cuts on my hip bones. "Stop this," he whispered, leaning down and softly kissing the inflamed skin. "I don't like seeing this," he added, kissing my ribs.

I frowned and turned my back on him, "Then don't look," I whispered.