Iridescent

Make it a dirt dance floor again

(A/N- The song at the end I imagine is the song I was listening to when I wrote it.  It's Called I Giorni.  Its a beautiful song.)

"It's the last day of tour!" Joe cheered walking off the bus heading to the building of their last show. Mila smiled looking towards the man to her right who had a wide smile on his face. The second day of her being on tour with them went smoother than the first. It also probably helped that they didn't stay in a hotel last night and traveled through the night so there was no ass crack of dawn wake up call.

Mila faintly heard calls of Mike's name from nearby causing her to look at him again. "I think people are calling your name."

Mike looked at her nodding. "Sometimes fans show up early. We will probably go out in a bit after we get settled. Security has to go with us and we have to make sure we are all accounted for before we can go."

"Do you get used to people calling your name?" She asked him genuinely interested because to her it was weird to have strangers call out his name.

Mike shrugged. "I mean when we are at the venue I kinda expect it now. The first time around after the album came out it was weird but they are here to see our band. When we are out in public however, that's a different story. Sometimes it's a bit unnerving but most of the fans are nice. We remind ourselves though that without them we wouldn't be where we are so we will always try to make time to meet them."

"That's because you are a bunch of nice and humble guys," Mila smiled holding onto his arm. He smiled leaning down pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "Wait, aren't you supposed to have some sort of tough guy cred? Am I ruining it? I thought rockstars are suppose to be dicks."

Mike laughed pulling her to him placing his lips near her ear as he leaned against the wall behind him. "I may not be a dick but you will definitely get mine once we're home."

Mila playfully gasped holding her hand to her mouth as she pulled back to look at him. "Shinoda, what kind of woman do you take me for?"

He smirked placing his forehead against hers. "A woman who bruised her own arm in order to not let others hear her scream. There will be a second round of that and I don't want you to hold back."

Mike watched as her eyes turned a darker grey at his words. He instantly regretted saying that due to the fact that seeing the look in her eyes was beginning to turn him on. Mila smirked a bit feeling him against her. "Well, you may have thought your words was just going to affect me but we both know what happens when I'm turned on. My eyes will be your downfall, baby." He groaned softly, all of his attention was on her as she spoke in a low almost seductive like voice. The hallway was busy but in that moment all he saw and heard was her. Mila leaned up pressing her lips to his in a lingering kiss hearing a soft moan come from the man whose lips she was connect to. Pulling back she raised to her tiptoes placing her lips near his ear. "Check mate."

She pulled away smirking as she turned walking further down the hallway leaving him watching her as he shuttered. She was good. He should have known better than to tempt her because history with them has always proven that Mila was far better at sexual repartee than he was. Mike watched her walk away from him taking in the way her hips moved as she walked and how her ass looked in the jeans she was wearing. She was sexy. And she was his.

Smiling, he pushed away from the wall rushing towards her scooping her up in his arms causing her to laugh. That's where she stayed until it was time for them to go outside and greet the fans. In his arms where she belonged.

Screams and cries were heard as they walked outside with security in tow. The guys smiled as they walked up to the group that was waiting near the side of the building. They took turns signing different items they had and taking photos when asked.