Sparks Fly (A Paul Stanley Fanfiction)

Chapter Four

I was sitting in the old fashioned movie theatre watching a movie.

It was still small, yet I didn't see the band KISS sitting close by.

Paul Stanley had no face paint on and was wearing tight leather pants with the sequin design on them.

"Honey, what'cha doin sitting here all by yourself"?

His band mates chuckled as they watched.

"I'm just watching a movie just like everybody else is doing".

I shrugged my shoulders and Paul sat down closer to me.

"You wouldn't mind hanging out with us, would ya"?

I looked over at the guys and said:

"As long as y'all don't do anything to get me in trouble".

Paul was rubbing my shouders and I kinda liked it.

After the movie was over, he walked me to the band's tour bus.

"Now, how about we get to know each other better"?

He took off his small tank top, in which I had no idea how he could fit into that.

The taller man stretched and then he saw how shy I was.

"There's nothing to be afraid of, I promise you that I will never harm you".

While the rest of the band got freshed up for bedtime, I was given someplace to sleep.

Of course, Paul was already attracted to me and I was still a little bit shy.

"Want to cuddle with me in my room"?

He led me to his bedroom and smiled as I sheepishly sat down on the bed.

"Mmmmm....you're so soft....can I massage you...please"?

I nodded and Paul scotted over towards me.

With a little bit of movement, he started his way to my stomach and then he would sneak a little kiss to my cheek.

This made him even more excited.

"Do you like to get licked"?

He asked while I relaxed against his gentle touches

"I like it when my cat licks my fingers".

I replied back.

Paul raised an eyebrow, then he chuckled.