For @rebelrebelstardust12 Hope you enjoy.
-1972-
The roar of the crowd was deafening, their cheers echoing loudly across the concert hall, David Bowie walked off stage casually followed by the rest of his band members. As soon as he was out of view of the crowd, he came up to you wrapping an arm around your waist. "Hey, there, Love." He smiled, greeting you in his oh, so familiar accent. "Hello, Babe. Fabulous show." He grinned, "Thank you, it's even more spectacular that you're here." "You're just saying that." You blushed as the two of you started walking back towards Bowie's backstage room. There was a barrage of Glitter queens lining the hallways shooting nasty little looks your way as you and David clung on to one others waists like it was going out of fashion. Mick Ronson stood there quietly chatting with a pair of pretty blonde girls, outside the entrance of his own dressing room. David opened the door to his room and lead you in there. "Let me get my stuff and how about the two of us head to my hotel room?" He questioned, raising his eyebrow at the ideal. "Sounds like a great idea, is there anything I can help you get?" You questioned, glancing around the room. He was throwing things into a Samsonite Carry-on. "Sure you can carry my outfit please, Kayla." He said, motioning towards one of his bedazzled stage outfits hanging on a hanger in the corner. "Sure thing, babe!" David collected all his things and put his arm around your waist once again. "Now let's head out, love." The two of you strolled out of the dressing room and down the hallway. "Are you heading back to the hotel?" Mick questioned still standing in the hallway. David nodded, "yes, leaving now." "Alright, see you later then." You and David walked down the hallway and through the large backstage area, until you came upon a large white Cadillac with tinted windows. A driver came and held the door open for you both. "Good evening, Mr. Bowie." The man greeted. David waved his hand motioning for you to get in the car first, which you did climbing in with ease. You put David's stage outfit in the passenger seat, making sure it wouldn't get too wrinkled. David climbed in putting his Samsonite down in the floor board. He snuggled up next to you. The ride to his glamorous hotel with quite short considering it was just a few blocks away from the venue. It seemed as if there were quite a few fans waiting around outside for David, he looked anxiously out the car window before the driver had opened the back door. David stepped out of the car and you quickly followed anticipating finally being alone with him in his hotel suite. Another man was waiting at the entrance of the hotel for Bowie, and quickly rushed over to help get his things. The man was obviously some sort of assistant. David grabbed your hand in his, as you two strolled past the fans and into the lobby. He lead you to the elevator. David, the assistant and yourself all rode it to the ninth floor. After unlocking the door for you both the assistant put David's things in their respective places before leaving the room quietly.
"I'm glad to have you all to myself now, Kayla." David smiled running his hand up your side. "Well I'm glad to be here with you." David leaned in pressing his lips to yours, kissing you with a force of passion. You snaked your arms around his neck, pressing against him. He licked your lips, before pulling away suddenly. "I want to make love to you, Kayla." he said running his hand up your thigh. You sucked your breath in melting at his words. "David, please." You arched your back as he leaned in and began sucking and kissing at your neck. Finding a sweet spot behind your ear he ran his tongue along the back of your ear. Your hands found their way into his bright hair, as you found his mouth on yours again. Your hands began peeling the layers of clothing off his slender body. He lifted his arms up so you could take his shirt off. And as soon as the fabric had been discarded to the floor his lips began moving over your mouth again, his left hand roamed up and underneath your skirt finding your wet center causing you to moan into the kisses.
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It was the next morning you woke up rolling over to see the bright daylight streaming into the room. Chills ran over your body from the coldness of the hotel room, as you quickly saw you still were nude from your activities of the night before. "Good morning, Love." David yawned, hovering above you. "Good morning, David." He planted a soft kiss on the side of your face. "Did you sleep well?" He questioned, looking into your eyes. "I slept wonderfully I'll have you know. What about yourself?" David smirked, before pressing another kiss to you lips, "Honestly I would sleep much better if every night was more like last." You giggled burying your face into his collar bone. "I love you, Kayla. I'm glad you flew out to visit me." "Anytime, David. I love you too."
