Eight Dollars (Trixya)

Return

After we'd claimed our bags, back on American ground, we'd headed outside to the Uber Brian had ordered. The normal feeling of mourning the end of tour was there, but this time it was made far better by Brian's hand firmly in mine as we stepped out into the flurry of snow that was greeting travellers that day.

"You know we're going to mine, right?" I told him, and he smiled at me, still tracing patterns on the back of my hand.

"You're the most clingy boyfriend ever," he rolled his eyes. "But I love it,"

We piled our bags into the boot of the car before getting in, me giving the driver the address of my flat.

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It felt weird, an hour later, to be turning the key in my own lock. Touring always ended up feeling like the norm, so returning to actual human life seemed really weird. I swung my door open, dragging in the cases and piling them up in the corner of the room. The jetlag was getting to me a little, as it felt like it should be later than it was right now.

Considering that every shop and every house we'd passed on the drive here were all decorated for Christmas, my plain flat looked positively dull. It was technically Christmas eve eve, and maybe now was the time to sort out all the gifts I hadn't bought and the decorations still in the boxes from last year, but that was no way near the top of my list of priorities.

I turned to find Brian stood right behind me, watching me with a fond look. Resting my hands on his cheeks, I kissed him, long and sweet. It all felt more real now we were here. This wasn't just a thing that happened on tour, a late night kiss because my self-control was wearing thin. He was kissing back with as much hunger, and maybe he always had. Maybe we had both missed out on years of this, but then was not the time to worry about it.

My boyfriend's hands were on my hips as I guided us to my sofa, almost tripping backwards until I grabbed his waist. We separated, and both burst into giggles. I kissed his jaw, before we got ourselves settled sucessfully. I hovered over him, legs straddling his hips as I kissed his neck, finally making my mark.