Meridian (Ariana/You)

Chapter 18

A/N: Sorry guys, it's true that it might be moving a bit fast so you're just going to have to be a little bit more patient :D I will include more fluff though to ease your impatient hearts haha :)

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Her words were enough to drive me over the edge, and I think she was starting to be impatient too by the acceleration in her tone.

I approached the bed and she sat up, grabbing, very fast, the hem of my shirt as she had described before and pulled me down on her. I climbed over her as our lips were moving perfectly together while her hands decided to sneak into my t-shirt. The kiss was full of lust and passion. There was definitely more lip biting on her end and I was not complaining. I was finding myself slightly moaning from how much she was turning me on.

I cannot believe all of this was happening.

"Now you can bring out the bad girl in you." She whispered in my ear. I don't know what she was doing to me but I was getting turned on over and over again.

She was just as desperate to take my clothes off as I was of taking hers off and it seemed like a race as to who could undress the other one the quickest. There was a sense of dire urgency in our movements.

Ariana was simple, it was my sweater pretty much and some very low tightly fitted shorts, she just remained in her bra and underwear underneath me as I kneeled up on the bed, removing my own t-shirt that she had struggled removing from me.

I admired every bit of her petite, lightly tanned, partially naked figure as she looked straight at me.

"Kiss me." She softly said licking her lips again.

I obliged and laid back down, kissing her as she had requested. Her hands rested on the side of my face as she used her hands to pull me close to deepen the kiss.

My left hand was brushing alongside of her waist, softly against her bare skin.

I felt Ariana's hand move from my face down my chest, as we were still kissing, and around to my back. She dug her nails into my skin and my breath hitched at the pain but it felt weirdly satisfying. She smiled into the kiss. I instinctively kneeled up slightly, not breaking the kiss, reached for her hands and pinned them above her head. She seemed to enjoy that as she slightly moaned into the kiss.

I was amazed how 'innocent Ariana' who just got bashful when talking about fetishes turned into this highly sexual woman when turned on. I was loving the two different sides of her.

Suddenly, her phone started ringing. I jumped, startled a bit at the sudden loud ringtone but couldn't help but laugh at how her ringtone was a Imogen Heap song. She rolled her eyes at the interruption and looked over trying to see where the sound of her phone was coming from.

"Ignore it." She said, desperate of reconnecting at the break of contact, and proceeding to kissing me around my neck.

"Getting a little bit impatient are we?" I teased, clearly amused by her frustration.

The ringtone stopped and I was happy. But that didn't last long as the phone rang again almost immediately.

"For fuck's sake! Who the fuck wants to talk to me right fucking now?!" Ariana was more than pissed at this point and it was quite amusing to see.

"You probably should get that because whoever it is, won't be stopping any time soon I bet." I said moving away from her and sitting up on the bed. She sighed really aggressively and sat up trying to reach the hoodie on the floor where her phone was. She pulled it out of the hoodie and groaned in frustration when she saw who it was.

She flipped her phone over to show me and I saw "Scoot". 

Great, dickhead strikes again.

She answered the call and put it on loud speaker.

"Where the hell are you? I stopped by the hotel and your security said you were not there?!" He sounded furious.

"I'm out, having fun, living the life of a normal young adult." She simply said. She seriously could not give a fuck about his anger.

"Ariana, this is exactly what we discussed in the last meeting. You can't just go out and do things like that. You don't have security. What if something happens? Where the hell are you? I'm sending security to get you now." He was getting extremely annoying and I felt Ariana was starting to get frustrated.

"Scooter, I can take care of myself. I will go home when I'm ready to go home." She said, seeming very calm with this response. I looked straight at her when she was talking and she looked at me, running her finger across my collarbone while she was talking.

"I'm tired of your childish behaviour Ariana. You have an album to put out and you're not going to make the deadline if you keep this up. Are you hanging out with that girl you brought over earlier? She's a bad influence on you."

I'm sorry, what?

"You're being highly disrespectful right now. If anything, she's helping me to write this album so you should be happy about that, since it seems to be the only thing you care about and not about me getting better." She hit him right in the head with a baseball bat with that one.

"Ari...You know I care. I just got my ass on the line here if you don't put out this album." He was so goddamn selfish.

"It's always about you, Scooter. Tell them I have writers block. I don't pay you a 6 figure salary for you to give in to them. You're my manager, come up with an excuse. Tell you what, I'll even give you a bonus for growing a pair. I'm not coming back to the hotel tonight; you can forget about it. I'm done with this conversation." She hung up.

"Wow." I simply said bursting out laughing.

But she wasn't. She, actually, seemed to be closer to crying. She was now sitting up leaning against the bed board. I went to sit next to her. She leaned her head on to my shoulder. I suddenly felt her body shake and she let out a small whimper. I didn't have to look to know she was crying.

I wrapped my arm around her shoulder and puller her in. She turned towards me as her arms went around my waist and she hugged me tight burying her head in my chest. I could feel the wetness of her tears.

I didn't say anything. I only knew of one thing that could cheer her up...hopefully. Or at least trying and make things better.

I reached for her phone and motioned it to her to put her passcode in. She did and couldn't help but see it was 0913. I wondered what it meant. She then looked up at me confused as to what I was doing.

I opened Spotify and looked up an artist and put the music on shuffle.

The few first notes were enough to make Ariana smile. I was too as it was a pure coincidence that it was the same song that Ariana was listening to the other day, and also happened to be one of my favourite songs.

"Goodnight and Go." Ariana said softly as I heard the smile in her voice. "I was listening to it when you came to see me and here it is again, out of all the songs it could have fallen on, it fell on this one again." She said, I felt her hug tighten.

"This should be our song." That slipped out and I blushed at the thought of ever having a song with Ariana.

There was a moment of silence before hearing a faint:

"I would love that."

We just sat there a few moments longer, just enjoying the music and while Ariana kept putting 'Goodnight and Go' on repeat.