The Punk and the Princess (A Dave Grohl Fanfiction)

Ch. 18 - Save My Breath For You

"Oh my god!" You yell as Dave runs off stage after the gig, "You were amazing!"

To your surprise he immediately lifts you off the ground and spins you in a circle upon reaching you.

"Thanks! It was probably you being backstage again, always a good luck charm" He teases as he sets you back down on the ground and you feel your cheeks get hot after being that close to Dave for the first time in years.

"Thanks" You respond with an eye roll, "So where to next?"

"Krist and Kurt and some other people from the tour were going out to a bar, would you want to go to that? Or we could just do our own thing? Whatever you want, dealers choice" Dave says with a shrug.

"Lets go out with the guys, I'd love to get to know the people you're spending time with."

You can't look Dave in the eyes as you respond because you know he'll see right through you. Though it was true that you wanted to meet his new friends, you also didn't trust yourself to spend any amount of time alone with Dave longer than a cab ride.

"Great, lets do it!" Dave says with an enthusiastic smile.

However, even with you choosing the more responsible of the two choices, an hour later you found yourself sitting with Dave in the corner of the bar, away from everyone at your own table.

You giggle as you down drink after drink, reminiscing with more enthusiasm the tipsier you both get.

"Who would've thought six years ago that we'd be sitting here in Europe, as drinking buddies and nothing more" You mutter as the bartender brings you another round.

"Come on, we're more than that princess" He says, winking at you.

"Well what are we then?" You ask, raising your eyebrows and he looks pensive for a second.

"Well for one, we're more than buddies" He says, leaning closer and tracing the lines on your palm. You try not to think about the fact that his touch still gives you goose bumps after all this time.

"We're more than even friends I'd dare to say" He adds in a whisper and he's so close you feel his breath on his face. Even though its masked by the smell of whiskey it still smells familiar and you feel a wave of nostalgia wash over you.

"I'd 'dare to say' that I might agree with that" You respond against your better judgment. You look up at him through your eyelashes and wait for him to make the first move because you're still practicing enough self control not to initiate anything yourself.

Luckily (or unluckily depending on how you were to look at it) Dave doesn't need much convincing. Once he's able to pick up that you were interested he leans in only a little closer and suddenly you're kissing.

"Fuck" He murmurs into your lips and you moan quietly in response.

"I missed this so much" He adds in a throaty whisper and you nod.

"We always were both really good at this" You reply and he chuckles.

You kiss for a few more seconds before Dave leans back and pushes his hair behind his ears nervously.

"Do you want to go somewhere...?" He asks and you nod even though you know this is a bad idea.

You go out to the street and quickly hail a taxi.

"Address?" Asks the driver in a thick French accent. You and Dave both look at each other, neither of you sure of where the next stop should be.

"I'm sharing a room with Krist..." Dave says nervously and you wave him off.

"My roommate already left for the semester, I have our place to myself for the next 24 hours" You say and he nods while you give the driver your address.

The entire five minute drive to your apartment you and Dave were all over each other. By the time you got inside your building you were undressing each other before you even reached the threshold, letting go of all inhibitions and moving at feverish speeds until you were both in nothing but your underwear.

When he touches you it feels as though nothing has changed, as though the past six years apart had never happened. You recognize the gentleness with which he touches your hip, your cheek, your hair.

He's so careful with you, even though you both all over each other and almost frantic in your movements he still manages to be tender.

"Dave. . ." You murmur as Dave kisses your neck and chest and stomach and moves even lower. He reaches your waist and fumbles with the waistline of your underwear.

"Are you ok with this?" He asks softly and you nod, too wound up with hormones to even speak.

Without another word he pulls your underwear off and kisses your inner thighs until he finds what he's looking for.

"Oh my god" You moan as your body writhes with pleasure. You feel your thighs shaking already and you have to bite down on a pillow so that your screaming doesn't alarm any neighbors.

"Holy shit" You say breathlessly a few minutes later, once you've finished, "No memories did you justice"

"I should hope not, nothing is better than the real thing" He whispers, with a glint in his eye, "So, are you ready for round two?"