The Missing Monroe

Ch. 20 - Competition

"Roxie..."

"I'm fine."

I looked into the fire, deep in thought. The competition was tomorrow, and I was to say I wasn't a bundle of nerves, well then I would be lying.

James had spent the last five minutes trying to get me to open up and talk to him, but that wasn't how I functioned. When I was nervous, I shut the hell up, and didn't talk to anyone. It was how I coped, the only way I knew how to cope.

"Roxie, baby..."

The seat next to me sunk, and I was hit with a wave of his cologne, but I ignored Ashley, still looking at the dancing flames.

"Babe, talk to me, you can tell me anything."

I sighed, tearing my gaze away to look into his face, grey meeting the brown.

"I'm fine, I'm just nervous." I dismissed, breaking the gaze to resume studying the fire.

"I can tell, you're tense, baby girl." He soothed, hand on my upper back, palm beginning to work the knotted muscles.

A small noise of pleasure escaped me, and I leaned back slightly into his hand, hearing him give a chuckle next to me.

"Shut up." I muttered.

The hand that had been working out the muscles stopped, leaving. I gave a small whine of disappointment, before Ashley pulled me between his legs, placing both hands on my back to properly massage my back.

"Ashes..." I sighed.

"Yes, baby bat?" he asked lightly.

I turned to look at him, before moving to kiss him, cupping his face with my hands. He returned it, my back still flush against his chest, his arms round my waist. I could feel a bulge behind me and moved to grind my ass into it slightly, feeling a low hiss of pleasure escape into the kiss.

"Keep doing that, and I will not be responsible for what happens next." He muttered.

"Shut up, you know you like it." I whispered.

The hand that wasn't cupping his face grasped his wrist, moving his hand down my body, letting his fingers trace every curve on the way until they hit their intended target.

"Roxie..." he groaned, "are you sure?"

"Positive."

His hand swiftly undid my button and zip, moving to slip under my jeans and under my panties, fingers playing with their newfound territory.

It was then we heard the front door open and close. My eyes widened, and Ashley quickly removed his hand, before lying down, turning me over so I lay on top of him and covering us with the blanket, so it was all covered.

"Close your eyes, darling." He murmured.

I obediently shut them, and heard Jayy's footsteps.
"Roxie? Roxie, where – oh. She asleep?"

"Yeah. Think she's just tired and stressed. She's spent all day at the centre, practicing."

"Ok. I'll leave her there for now. Call me if you get uncomfortable and I'll put her to bed."

'The only thing uncomfortable right now about Ashley is the bulge that I can feel straining against his jeans...' I thought.

"Got you."

I heard the footsteps fade, and Ashley sigh in relief.
"That was close." He muttered.

"Not close enough to put you off, I note." I commented, opening my eyes.