Not This Time

Jon: May 6, 1985

     We had arrived in Paris two days ago and almost immediately Diane Lane had found us. She had dragged us to a party that first night. After sleeping it off that next day, we all went out for another round earlier this evening. So there we were. Tico was sitting on the bar having a drunk conversation with Alec. David was very shamelessly dancing with the crowd near the speakers, and Richie had long since disappeared into one of the side rooms. Then there was me. I got up on the arm of one of the couches, trying to balance despite all the booze in my system.
     Diane stood before me on the floor, cheering me on as I slowly turned to step up onto the back of the couch. The small crowd that had gathered around the couch to watch me cheered as well. In reality, balancing and walking along the back of the couch wasn't all that cool or impressive. It was all the alcohol; everyone was thrilled by the stupidest things.
     As I made it slowly across the back of the couch, closer and closer to the opposite armrest, people started chanting my name. My silly grin grew more as I stepped closer, arms out to either side of me. Jon. Jon. Jon. Jon.
     I hopped down onto the arm rest, and then down onto the cushions, throwing my arms up above my head. Everyone cheered some more. Diane jumped up and down, clapping. She held her hands up to me and I took them, jumping down from the couch. She threw her arms around my neck.
     Before I realized what I was doing, I leaned forward and kissed her. Diane smiled and kissed me back, unfazed by the surprise. For a minute, I wasn't thinking about anything except how hot she was. There hadn't been a moment the last two days that I hadn't thought about fucking her.
     She pulled away from me with a mischievous smirk. "I like that," she whispered suggestively.
     "Mmh, me too," I answered, leaning toward her again. Before my lips could reach hers, however, a new song started, catching her attention. She turned her head toward the speakers excitedly.
     "Oh!" she exclaimed, "I love this song! Let's dance!" She scampered away from me toward the music.
     All She Wants To Do Is Dance. It was both the name of the song and my first disappointed thought after kissing her. Cock blocked by Don Henley. I rolled my eyes and dropped my head. When I looked back up, she was waving me over. Reluctantly, I followed.
     I didn't fight Diane too much. There hadn't been a show for a few days now, and Diane was the one keeping my mind off of Dotty when I wasn't onstage. No matter how much I reminded myself that it was what Dotty wanted and that the pain would pass, I just couldn't seem to shake it. I missed her. The alcohol was starting to wear off when Diane appeared in front of me, tossing her hair about.
     She grabbed my hands and put them on her waist. "Dance with me!" she commanded playfully, pulling me to her. Her smile was contagious, and I soon found one spreading across my face as well. The next thing I knew, I was moving my hips back and forth with her. I took her hand and held it above her our heads. Knowing what to do, she twirled in front of me, laughing like a child.
     The more she smiled, the more I smiled. She was radiant. She tip toed and kissed me again, and just like that I wanted her all over again. I wrapped my arms around her waist, but she spun away from me and kept dancing. She was teasing me. I watched her dance with a few other people. She would glance my way every once in awhile to make sure I was still interested.
     I smirked knowingly. I could play that game too. With a fake yawn, I turned to walk away, but before I could take two steps, Diane was clinging to my arm again. She grinned up at me as I led her back over to the bar.
     "We were dancing!" she protested, "Where are you going?"
     "You were dancing," I corrected, "I'm going to get a drink."
     Diane smiled and danced around me. She hopped up on the stool in front of me and smiled. I nodded to the guy behind the bar for another beer before stepping closer to her. I still wanted to touch her all over. My fingers traced the hem of her skirt on her skin.
     "Are we going to get together now, or what?" Diane whispered to me, "I'd really love to be able to call you mine."
     I smirked and leaned forward, keeping an inch between our lips. "I'd really love if you were mine," I breathed back. She leaned like she wanted to kiss me, but I pulled away, teasing her. She pouted at me. When my beer appeared on the counter, she picked it up and took a swig.
     "I still want to dance," she told me, changing the subject as I took my beer out of her hand. I grinned at her and took a drink.
     "I want to dance, too," I replied, stepping away from her. I carried my beer away from the bar, but not toward the dance crowd. I glanced over my shoulder at her intrigued expression and took a drink, but continued walking. I was almost halfway to the door when Diane dashed after me and stopped in front of me.
     "Where are you going?" she asked, giving me an interested look.
     I smiled and stepped around her. "Like I said," I teased, "Dancing." I gave her a suggestive expression, "If you care to join me." With that I waltzed away. I could feel her eyes on me, oh man, those sexy green eyes. I didn't look back at her as I walked out the door and down the hall.
     For a moment, I honestly thought she wasn't going to follow me. I was waiting at the elevator when she showed up next to me. I took a swig of my beer and smirked at her. She stared at me as if she expected me to tell her where we were going. She should have known I wasn't going to.
     The elevator doors closed as I pressed the button for my floor. Diane leaned forward and frowned at the glowing button. She smiled back at me and pressed the top floor button. She turned back to me and put her arms around my neck.
     "There's no way I'm having one of your bandmates walk in on us," she stated, "Unless of course you wouldn't mind him joining in."
     I grimaced at the thought of that and pushed it away, shaking my head. "They can't have you," I replied, brushing kisses across her skin. She shuddered and smiled at me. She kissed me, then, pulling herself closer to me. I kissed her back, unconcerned with the ding that announced our arrival on the first floor we'd asked for. Nobody joined us, and we didn't make any moves to leave.
     I pressed her into the corner of the elevator as it continued upward toward Diane's suite. She tugged on the back of my shirt collar as my free hand drifted to her butt. She smiled into our kiss, but didn't push my hands away. The elevator dinged again and she pulled away from me.
     "Follow me," she mumbled, licking her lips.
     Despite her command, she didn't give me the option of following her. She pulled me along by the hand. With her free hand, she pulled a key card out of her pocket and slid it through the lock. She shoved the door open and let go of my hand as she sashayed into her suite.
     I gazed at the room, slightly annoyed that I wasn't at a level of fame that could get me a room like it. Diane stared at me from what I could only assume was her bedroom door. I gazed back, trying to focus on her instead of what Dotty had said to me that night.
     Why don't you make something happen, then?
     "Are you thinking about her?" Diane asked from across the room.
     I blinked and smirked at her. "No," I lied, "Just admiring you."
     Diane smiled knowingly. She motioned me forward. I took a drink and set the half empty bottle on her kitchenette counter as I passed. Her hands were behind her back, but her eyes never left me. As I got closer, she turned to reveal her fingers just barely missing her dress zipper.
     "Little help?" she said in a low, sultry voice. I reached for her dress zipper, kissing her exposed shoulder as I unzipped her dress. She reached around behind her and tangled her fingers in my hair as I kissed up her neck. Her dress fell away, revealing her lacy bra and matching panties.
     I slid one hand around into the front of her underwear and brought the other up to play with the lace on her bra. She placed her hand on my arm to get my attention. I looked up at her face and raised an eyebrow questioningly.
     "Be sure, Jon," she warned me, "I'm serious. I'm happy to be your girl, but you've gotta be sure. If you're not done with her, you can't have me."
     I didn't let my expression change. I wasn't sure whether Diane would be able to help me get past Dotty or not, but I knew I wouldn't be able to do it alone. She stared at me intently, waiting for me to answer.
     "Do you want this?" I asked her.
     She nodded, the corner of her mouth pulling upward ever so slightly.
     I nodded too. "So do I," I agreed, leaning forward to kiss her. She kissed back with another grin and turned in my arms to face me. Grabbing my shirt by the collar, she pulled me toward her. I guided her backward into her room and kicked the door closed behind me.