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"Who calls at this hour??" You grumbled, rubbing your eyes before glancing at the clock. The time read 2:00am, you picked up the phone and placed it to your ear. "Yeah?" "Y/N?" A familiar British accent replied. "Keith? It's two in the fucking morning, where are you?" Your hand ran through your messy bed head. "I'm in Japan, sorry I didn't realize what time it was." Keith was on tour with his band The Rolling Stones. They had been gone for months, leaving you behind back at home. You didn't mind it though, you just lived your life normally except for the few times a year Keith would come back adding some spark to your life. "Listen, we're coming to the US in about a week. The first stop is your city-" "That's great!" You interrupted already getting excited. "That's not everything." Keith corrected you, "I was thinking, why don't you come along for the whole tour?"
Keith's question took you by surprise, you couldn't just leave your job to run around with a rock band. Of course who wouldn't want to run around with their best friend/crush instead of working?
"Listen Keith, I don't know about all that. I have work, let me think about it before I promise anything." You could hear him sigh on the other end, "Yeah I get it, just think about it okay? I'll let you sleep. Night love."
"Night Keith."
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A week had passed and you still weren't sure about going on the tour with Keith. However it was almost time for him to pick you up to go out, you paced around the apartment anxiously. Your platforms clicked on the wood floor of your apartment as you fussed with the shorts you wore. "Why did I pick these? I look like a whore!" You scoffed, moving the rings up and down on your fingers. Right as you were about to run off and change...Keith knocked on the door. "Shit."
Sliding the chain loose from your door, you smiled at Keith. He leaned against your door frame, a smirk crawling across his face. Blush crept up your cheeks as you felt his eyes tracing every curve of your body.
"Wow...." he muttered slightly under his breath, "You look....wow." You smiled shyly, "Thank you. You don't look so bad yourself." Playfully nudging his shoulder, "Do you want to come in? Or go straight to the club?"
Keith thought for a minute, "Let's just go straight to the club, save your place for later." His eyes glistened in the dim light, causing a lump to form in your throat. The two of you walked down the street, a comfortable silence between the two of you. His arm slinked around your shoulders as cars drove by and stray cats ran into the alley. Your eyes peered up at the neon sign of the club, "This is the place we met!"
"Of course doll, where else do you think I'd take you?"
"I don't know, I just can't believe you remembered."
"I can't believe you'd think I'd forget." His lips grazed against your cheek, causing you to grin.
Walking into the dimly lit club smoke clouded around your heads, loud music played, and people laughed. "Want a drink?" Keith asked you, leaning his arm against the bar. "Some Jack Daniels." You licked your lips as the words left your mouth. He nodded, "That's a fine choice Miss."
You took a seat at the bar as you watched the skinny guitarist push through the people. Looking down at your rings you pulled and pushed them off. Should you go on tour with Keith? You weren't sure, it was a once in a lifetime experience so maybe you should just go.
"What are you thinking about?" Keith asked interrupting your thoughts.
"My mind just wandered." He handed you the glass of Jack, and you brought it to your lips to take a sip. A smirk spread across your face, there was always something about Keith that was enticing. Something about that man could drive you up the wall, maybe after all these years it wasn't just a crush...
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After a couple more drinks you were on the dance floor, Keith sat at the bar watching with a smile. He always loved watching you dance, it was when you were at your happiest. The band started to play a different song, as you spun around you glanced at Keith. He sat with his arm on the bar, a cigarette between his lips, and lust in his eyes. You swerved your hips as you slowly moved closer to him.
The closer you got to him the wider he smirked, finally your thigh rubbed against his knee. He spread his legs apart and you inched your way over to him. Your hands laid on his silk shirt, pulling him closer to you as you rubbed your breasts against him.
Keith let out a deep growl, his calloused fingers ran through your hair. His lips pressed against yours in a rough passionate kiss, your fingers traced up his neck and into his dark hair.
"Let's go back to your place, doll." His hot breath hit your cheek.
"Please."
The two of you could barely keep your hands off each other as you practically raced home. Keith took the keys from your hands, quickly unlocked the door and pushed it open. His hands wrapped around your waist, as he began kissing you down your neck. You moaned into his mouth as he kissed your lips once more.
"I want you so bad love, so bad." Keith unbuttoned your shirt, massaging your breasts causing you to moan even louder. He scooped you up in his arms, carrying you to the bed.
