Chris Motionless Imagines / One shots

Don't Call It That

A/N: I wrote something similar (Emotional Attachment) for Ricky in his book and i figured it was Chris's turn BUT with a twist. I may add on to the other books as well. Who knows. Unedited as well, sorry in advance.

His arm tangles around her neck, bringing her to him. Aching to have her near him again. Who knew a friendship as long as their's would turn to this? One filled with lust, kisses, sex, and just the longing to be skin to skin in so many other ways than sweat covered bodies.

Chris adored her.

Her smile, the way it lit up whenever he was around. He truly knew this was home. She was his home. She is his home. Even if it's just sitting on the tour bus after a show or watching her sing her out on stage, this was it for him.

She was it for him.

Chris presses a kiss against her temple, his arm moving to wrap around her. Resting underneath her breasts, her hands coming to rest on his inked arms. Her head lulling back to stare the gentle giant in his brown honey eyes. The very ones that had become a home to her for years.

His breaths in her ear as he swayed her back and forth, the band the both of their bands they had opened for playing. Far away from the crowd before them. Out of eyes that could see anything, the room before them just theirs for the taking. For a moment, Chris could see this future.

A permanent one. 

His safest sanctuary was her.

Her safest sanctuary was him, a place she can't see her life without in it. If she had to say goodbye. It would kill her. End the world as she knows it. The very existence of her life would be worthless if she was honest with herself.

Chris made it bearable.

A divorce at the age of twenty eight. Loosing everything she had ever known. It being public knowledge the reason things had ended. It was public after all because of her life and her chosen profession.

Yet, she wouldn't see her life any other way.

Her divorce was something that was talked about everywhere she went. A constant reminder of why she couldn't trust the things her very own heart felt anymore. So much so that she had to ask it to not be brought up anymore. She had expressed all she could have over it. It was time to let it go. It's not like you couldn't google half the reasons anyway.

It wasn't meant to work out.

Things don't always work out.

She is healing and moving forward.

She just wanted to move on.

She was tired of reliving the wounds of her past even a year later. She was tired of living in her head of it all. Second guessing everything.

"Where did you go without me princess?"

Chris whispers in her ear, moving a strand of her hair out of the way as he rests his chain on her shoulder. The song playing humming it in her ear. A song she heard a thousand times. One that she could even see as a wedding song should she break those walls down enough to let it happen.

If things were to change.

"Nowhere. I'm here."

She smiles at the man, her hand going to reach for his cheek.

"I'm right here."

She rubs her thumb along his stubble, going back to rest her arm on his. Swaying with him now as the song plays.  Chris doesn't believe her, but he lets it go. A subject for a different time. A completely different time.