Time; Don't Let It Slip Away

But Ya Can't Do Jack, So Shut Up And Dance!

"The road to Heaven is paved in Hell

And It makes you wonder

Why you're here at all."

Steven sang softly to himself, scribbling his genius on a sheet of loose-leaf, while we sat in his dressing room, waiting for the Aerosmith show to start. 

I looked to my left to make sure Alaska was still asleep in the carrier we brought for her, and let me tell you, that girl could sleep through a nuclear war… 

Decorative scarves were thrown around the room, and music blasted through the cinderblock walls, resonating from the amps sitting on the stage where Stealing Saturday was performing. 

Unfortunately, Cheap Track, who's usually Aerosmith's opener, all came down with some serious bug… I thought it was too much partying, but a doctor told them they had to cancel touring with us, so we stuck Carla and her band with opening for both Steven and I. 

"Don't get deep…" I laughed lightly, getting up from my position on the fluffy green couch placed oddly in the middle of the room. I began to dance around the room, picking up scarves from the floor and throwing them all around me. "Shut up, and come dance with me!" 

In an instant, Steven's eyes got really wide, as a huge grin smeared across his rosey lips. He quickly scanned everything he wrote down on the paper, and then added a few words to the bottom of the page. With a quick chuckle, he put down his pen and paper, and made his way over to me. 

Panther-like grace and speed overtook him, as he pulled me into his arms, spinning me around.

We laughed twirling around the room like a couple of stupid teenagers in love. 

"Baby, do yo-"

I quickly interrupted Steven, by pressing my lips against his. 

"Talk is cheap…" I grinned, spinning around him while music softly floated around us. "Shut up, and dance." 

"I'll talk all night, if it means you'll interrupt me like that more oft-"

With a grin, I cut him off again, pulling his face to mine with a kiss. 

I could feel him smiling as he pressed his lips to mine, cocking his head slightly to deeping our embrace. 

Cupping his hands underneath my thighs, Steven lifted me up so I could wrap my legs around him, his desire pressing into me. 

He laid me down on the couch, and let his lips linger along my neck, as his hand traveled south of my waistline. I think we hit a new record; it took Steven all of 30 seconds to unbutton my skintight leather pants, and pull them off of me. As he broke apart from my neck, I took the opportunity to lift my t-shirt over my head, so I was in just my bra. 

I noticed Steven also took advantage of the time, and was in nothing but his birthday suit. 

With a grin, he pulled me back to him, and flipped over so I was now straddling him.

A gasp of pleasure escaped my lips, as he held my arms behind my back, and eased himself into me. 

We did nothing but stare into each others eyes, as he held me, guiding me onto him. 

Now, of course Steven and I have had sex many.. many times, but I think this is the most intimate thing we've ever done. 

No blinking

No kissing.

Just listening the sound of our muffled gasps and moans,

Staring into each other eyes with nothing but the perfect mixture of love and lust.