Love's Not A Competion

Cold

After I finished with the rest of the band I took my now cold cup of tea outside with a little bag of things for retouches between takes. I stood with a crowd of other crew members out of shot and watched them film take after take. Occasionally the director would call me over to redo Ricky's cut lip that he would smudge as he drank cups of tea.

"I should probably get you drinking with a straw to save me redoing this every time you drink. Something tells me you're doing it on purpose though." I frowned a little.

"Maybe..." he grinned.

"Cheeky!" I winked and left him to get back to his business.

I was in the line to get lunch when I felt a hand on my back.

"Oh god, it's cold!" Ricky shivered.

"Have this." I handed him my cup of tea. "Do you want my gloves too?"

"No, I'm fine." he shivered.

"No your not!" I told him. "Drink that, put my gloves on and go to the little make up room. It'll warm up in there when you put the heater on."

"I don't want to take your things. You'll get cold." he protested sheepishly.

"I'm fine!" I laughed and shoved my gloves into his hands. "Your hands are like ice darling. Put these on and sit in the warm."

About ten minuets later I nudged the door open with my hip while I balanced two boxes of food and anther cup of tea. Ricky was sat by the heater looking sheepish.

"I can't turn it on! And your gloves are weird." he shivered.

"That's cose I knit them myself for my tiny palms and long fingers." I replied as I clicked on the heater.

We curled up on the floor like cats in front of the heater as we ate our lunch. There was a knock on the door and it opened a crack.

"Ok lovebirds, I'm coming in. Pull up your trousers and put your clothes back on. It's too cold out there for me." Simon grumbled.

"We weren't doing anything!" I laughed. "Come and join us though. It's cosy!"

This kind of thing continued until the whole band were huddled around the heater. All too soon lunch time was over and we had to get back to being serious.

After another few cold hours of filming the director decided they had it "in the can" and that we could pack up and head off. I put my kit back in bag and handed Rick a wipe to remove his cuts and bruises.

"Back to being handsome!" I told him as I kissed him on the cheek. "Let's have a nice hot bath when we get back to the room."

His face lit up and he started scrubbing his face at twice the speed.

"We'll have to wait for the bus no matter how hard you scrub!" I laughed and patted him on the bottom.

When we got back to the hotel the others all headed to the restaurant for dinner but I excused us and headed upstairs with Ricky. I was stood the bathroom running a bath when I felt his arms go around my waist and his face nuzzle in my neck. I sighed happily. I really did love this man. He was so sweet and silly along with romantic and passionate. I let him pull my shirt over my head and toss it away. His hands wandered they were still ice cold and I wasn't sure if it was their location or their temperature that gave me goosebumps. I turned around in his arms, realising he was stark naked, and kissed him. I ran a hand up the side of his neck, over his jaw, his ear, my finger tips in his hair. Oh my god, what was that on my hand?

I pulled back and looked at my hand in horror when I saw blood. Was he bleeding? Oh wait. That was the fake blood he must have missed! I burst out laughing.

"I got the fright of my life!" I wheezed between giggles.

"What?" he asked, slightly panicked and confused. I showed him my hand to explain.

"The blood!" I laughed.

"How is blood funny?" he frowned.

"It's the fake blood!" I couldn't stop laughing. "The ear blood! I thought you were bleeding. I was all 'oh my god' then I realised. You silly thing! That's why I told you to take it off!"

"Come on crazy lady. Lets have a bath and wash all the blood off then." he told me like I'd gone insane.

He took my hand and lead me back to the sleeping part of the room. I was still giggling when he took my trousers off, not in a sexual way but in a caring way. I watched him as he steered me to the bed and pulled my socks off and then my underwear.

"What?" he asked when he saw my expression.

"You just look so sweet. It's like I'm your child or something. I know you'll look after our kids." Oh crap! Did I say that last part out loud?

"Come on, let's get in the bath." he told me, sounding vaguely like his mother.

Maybe he hadn't heard me properly. I kind of hoped he hadn't. This was far too soon in our relationship to discuss any kind of future, especially the marriage and babies subject. I mean we'd only made our relationship physical a little over a week ago. He probably didn't want to be married with kids, especially not to neurotic me. If he knew half the things going on in my head I'm sure it would give him a panic attack too. I was probably getting way ahead of myself and over thinking things.

"Have I got it all off?" he asked in the bath.

"Yeah, I think so." I had as good a look in his ear that I could at the angles we were at.

Due to the standard awkward hotel bath we'd had to sit so I was awkwardly between his legs with my back to him. It was either that or someone would bang the back of their head on the oversized tap. It was also a really narrow bath meaning his knees were under my armpits and his feet up on the edges of the bath.

If we got stuck and had to be pulled out or cut free I wouldn't know how start explaining. Apart from the obvious nudity there was very little romance or intimacy about it despite how it looked. It did however lead to many comical noise as we slid about when we tried to get out. After those skin on bath squeaks it felt like burping or farting in front of the other was going to be pretty normal. As long as it wasn't in a bath.

We eventually made it downstairs to join the others for dinner. Ricky had steak and chips, much to my disapproval, and a beer. I had fish and chips with a beer. Ok, so I'm one of those vegetarians who eats fish. To me it's not a meat because it doesn't walk on land. My logic was flawed but that's me.

"Is this slab of moist meat oozing blood putting you off your food?" he asked with a teasing tone.

"Moist has no effect on me." I shrugged. "I'm desensitised."

"Moist." he said in a low, seductive tone and a wink.

"Nope, nothing." I shrugged and took a sip of my beer. "Sorry, I don't speak filthy."

"You two are so weird." Simon shook his head next to me.

"Aww! Thanks!" I grinned at him as if he'd given us a huge compliment.

"Weirdly enough she's not drunk." Ricky pointed out to Simon. "She's always this weird but boy do I love her for it!"

"I love you too darling." I cooed.

"You're a good one, I think I'll keep you." Ricky grinned at me across the table.