Conversations With The Moon (Bruno Mars One-Shots)

A Little Something

Author's Note

Hey Hooligans! 

I know the posting schedule calls for one-shots on Wednesdays but, I have a quick little one-shot for you inspired by this ADORABLE picture of Bruno (posted above XD). 

Please feel free to comment and let me know what you think, enjoy! 

-Jaz

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The empty stadium lies before you, empty red seats waiting to filled by hundreds of his screaming fans. You walk carefully as not to disturb Bruno who is seated near center stage on the stool behind the drumset. His back is to what would soon be his audience and in his lap is one of his favorite electric guitars. This one is all white save for wood the the frets are on. He sits comfortably body curved toward the instrument, hand grasping a pick poised and ready to strum. He holds the neck of the guitar gently but firmly as he marks out several notes before he plays them. He reaches up, pulls the earpiece from his ear and sets it on one of the drum heads. He adjusts his snapback then plays the riff he was playing before again. He smiles alittle as he closes his eyes and grooves to the music he's playing. He nods to himself, releases the guitar allowing to hang. He pulls at his long white shirt sleeves up over his hands. Yawning he reaches into his pocket and pulls form it his phone. You walk firmly and just before you reach him he looks up at you. He smiles, takes the guitar from around him and leans it on a nearby stand.

"Hey," you say softly. He takes two steps toward you and you make up the rest of the space.

"Hey you," he grins and taps the tip of your nose with his index finger. He lens in close and presses his lips to your forehead. You reach out and wrap your arms around him and rest your face on his chest. He wraps his arms around you and presses your firmly to him. "We'll leave soon," he says kissing the top of your head. "I didn't realize how long I was at it, sorry." He hold him tighter. 

"It's ok," you reply, You yawn then draw away from him. "You've had alot to do." He looks at you silently for a while and his eyes soften. 

"I love you," he says. "So much, you have no idea how..." his voice trails off and before he can say anything else, you grasp his chin and pull it to you. As your lips meet. You grasp his upper lip between both of yours and he puts his hand on the side of your neck. He grasps you lower lip first gently then firmly and tilts his head upward, you pull his neck down angling him back toward you. He draws back and looks into your eyes as he runs his thumb over your cheek. He buries the same hand on your hair then draws you back to him. As you kiss everything on your mind fades until there is nothing left but you and him. When your lips come apart, you hug him again.

"I love you too."

"You're so corny," he teases as you feel one of his fingers jam you in your left side. "I'm the corny one?" you scoff. 

"Yup," he chuckles back as he heads for stage right where you walked in. 

"Says the man who calls me his 'lovely' when he misses me or wants something." He turns toward you and comically opens his mouth wide feigning offense. 

"You didn't," he responds gawking at you. You raise an eyebrow at him and smirk then turn and run off stage. 

"What you are gonna do about it?" You half yell back. 

"You're gonna get it!" he calls out. You hear his footsteps behind you as you make a b-line for his dressing room. After a few turns to avoid giving him a chance you catch up, you dash inside and close the door behind you then you look for a place to hide. Just before you find one the door opens revealing Bruno. 

"Shit!" you cry out. 

"You're so gonna get it," he begins laughing so much he nearly doubles over. He lunges toward you and move in the opposite direction. After a few moments of dodging each other and giggling Bruno fakes in one direction but takes the other and gets you pinned between him and the nearest wall. Hands pinned at your sides he looks you in the eyes and smirk. 

"Take it back." You laugh in his face. 

"No." 

"One more chance, take it back," he laughs. 

"Nope!" The next few moments are filled with fits of laughter as Bruno tickles you mercilessly and you flail in an effort to make him stop. Just as you are running out of breath. He stops.

"Take it back," he repeats. You raise an eyebrow at him. 

"Or what?" 

"I will." 

"Wh--" Before you can get a word out, you are plastered up against the wall and his lips are on yours again. As his kiss deepens you feel one his hand grab your ass while the other holds your waist. You gasp you feel his hand inch up your back underneath your top and rest against your bare skin. He pulls his lips from yours. He open his eyes slowly revealing soft heated eyes. You feel your temperature rise with each second that passes. 

"Whats your name?" He asks. Unable to look away, you begin to mumble your name but before you can say it his lips are on your neck. He starts out kissing softly eliciting light gasps from you followed by soft bites. You pull him closer to you and run your hand along the nape of his neck; he bites harder. Moans slip from your lips and warmth washes over you "What's your name?" He asks between kisses. He draws back and looks at you again with the same eyes.

"I don't know," you reply between breaths. "Bruno I--" He goes back to your neck and begin sucking on it hard; you wince at first then moan as he kiss the same spot. He returns his lips to yours and kisses you firmly then he draws away from you and offers you his hand. You watch him still breathing heavily as he gazes at you with his sultry dark brown eyes. 

"Baby, let's get out of here."