One-Week Stand

That Went Well

Sunday night/Monday morning.

"So you agreed," Joe noted as I walked through the door. Turns out we weren't on our way back to the first place, but to an actual hotel.

"Uh, yeah." I answered as Steven dumped my suitcase on the floor.

"Sherrie and I have the bed," Steven announced, "Joe, you'll be alright on the couch, yeah?"

"Fuck no," Joe replied abruptly.

"Too bad, man. I have a girl."

"Yeah, and I have about fifteen."

"Really?" I asked. Joe and Steven just looked at me, then at each other, and chuckled. "What?" I asked.

"Nothin', are you tired yet?" Steven asked me.

"A little. Is this the first night you guys have stayed here?"

"Uh-huh," Steven lazily replied and crawled onto the lovely made bed, messing it up.

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"Are you awake, baby?" Steven breathed into my ear. Joe didn't like the idea of sleeping on the couch so he'd left to convince the manager to get another room or something. Now it was probably around two a.m. but Steven apparently didn't want to sleep. He said he'd sleep on the couch if I wanted him to. I accepted his offer, but now he was back up on the bed - I'd felt him crawl across it.

"What's wrong?" I asked sleepily, lying on my back.

"I'm bored." Steven whispered.

"Try sleeping: it'll pass the time," I replied, confused and tired, and I tried to roll over.

"But I wanna do something," Steven crawled over the top of me, hands either side of my arms so I couldn't roll over.

I yawned. "Like what?"

"You," Steven gave me an incredibly sexy grin. His face was lit perfectly by the strong moonlight pouring through the windows.

"Am I dreaming?" I asked, getting quite warm all of a sudden.

"I don't think so," Steven replied, cheekily giving me a pinch on the shoulder. "So what do you think?" I looked at him, confused. "Wanna have some fun?" He winked.

I tried not to gasp. "But I..."

"But you what?"

"...Wouldn't know what... to do..." I answered, embarrassed.

"What?" Steven frowned slightly. "Wait, do you mean what I think you mean?" I nodded at him slowly. "All the more fun for me, then," Steven winked again.

He gently pulled the blankets down. I felt awkward in my childish pj's; a T-shirt covered in yellow ducks and pants that had white and pink stripes. "Let's get rid of these..."

"Wait..." I didn't know if I was ready for this. I mean, no males had ever even seen me naked before.

Annoyance flashed across Steven's face for a second. "Come on," he whispered, "it'll be great."

"You know," I snapped, "just because you're the front man of a band, doesn't mean you can have any girl you fancy."

Steven was silent for a moment. "It's two o'clock on a Monday morning. What kind of heart-breaker would ruin a man's Monday before it even began?" He pouted.

"A tired one?" I answered, a little weaker than I intended. I was internally slapping myself for not taking up this opportunity.

Steven's face dropped into a sulky frown and he backed off of me and returned to the couch across the room.

That went well.

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I grunted quietly when I felt a tickle on my toes. I kicked it away, but it just kept coming back. It took a minute for my brain to convert from unconscious to being somewhat alert; Steven woke me with foot tickles.

Recalling the event from hours earlier, I felt myself going red in the face. I jerked my feet away from the singer at the end of the bed.

"Aw, what's wrong?" Steven asked surprisingly sweet-sounding.

"Uh, where's the shower at?" I replied sleepily. Steven pointed towards the ensuite. I gathered my things and headed over.

On the bench top I set my outfit, shower gel and shampoo. I flicked the shower on hot, and undressed. As soon as I stepped foot into the shower, I felt my footing slip away from underneath myself.

"Whoa!"

I didn't fall. Instead, I was caught, just in time, by none other than Steven Tyler. Which made me freak out a little.

"What are you doing in here?" I scrambled to grab my towel - but there were none. Like the saviour he was five seconds ago, Steven passed me a blue, fluffy towel.

"Well, I realised that you didn't take one of these in with you," he answered, closing the door as I snatched the towel from his hands. "I was going to just slip in and put in down, but... Well, good thing you forgot it, right?"

"Um," I stammered, flustered, "thank you." I bit my lip as I felt myself going red again.

"Ooh," Steven sighed. "What a sight. That lip bite, mm mm." He bit his own lip, narrowed his eyes a little, and tilted his head to the side. Sexy.

I was almost mesmerised by the look of him, but snapped out of it when I realised that the shower was still running.

"Do you mind?" I asked politely.

"Not at all," Steven answered cheekily. He leaned back against the wall with a grin and with his arms crossed. Sexy.

"I mean..."

"I know, I know." Steven opened the door with one hand, without moving from his self-assigned post. Then, after stealing another look at me, he turned and exited the bathroom.