Exhausted&Lost

Chapter Fifteen

A/N This is a bit of a short, crap filler. Sorry, my brain just won't engage this week! 

Blissful. There was no other word to describe waking up in his huge bed, the LA sunlight streaming in the doors leading to the balcony, wrapped in his strong arms. She tried to will away the voice in the back of her head which was only becoming louder, telling her if she didn't get up to pee that she would embarrass herself.

As she tried to carefully untangle herself from the mess of sheets and limbs, Dave's breathing changed and his arms began to wind tighter around her.

"No..." came his sleepy mumble, "not allowed to leave."

Her laugh was as crisp and clear as the spring day outside which did wonders to pull Dave out of his sleepy state.

"If I don't, I am going to ruin your sheets!" She protested.

"Mmm, let's ruin the sheets together," he growled, trying to pin her down to the bed.

"No! I mean I'll wet myself, and you're not helping by making me laugh!" She giggled as she scrambled off the bed and ran to the master bathroom. His bare feet padded upon the hardwood and she could tell he was heading to the kitchen by the direction of the steps, so she decided on a quick shower.

As she was stepping out to dry off, she heard the whirring of his coffee machine and her need for caffeine quickly overtook any desire to get dressed. She pulled on her underwear and the plaid shirt that was discarded by the bed the night before and raced down to the kitchen.

She could hear Dave's voice and wondered if he was talking to himself as he made their coffees, then she wondered if he was on a phone call, so decided to enter the kitchen quietly in case it was his mom or one of the kids.

His jaw dropped a little as she came in to view, her hair damp and slicked back off her face made her look like she was stepping out of a god damn photoshoot, and the way his shirt clung to her breasts and rode up across her thighs would have made him instantly hard if weren't acutely aware of the visitor they had in the kitchen.

Ava noticed the strange look on Dave's face before she noticed the man leaned up against the refrigerator drinking a Gatorade, wearing the brightest shorts she had ever seen.

Her cheeks instantly flamed and she gripped the front of Dave's shirt, trying desperately to cover herself a little better, but only made it more obvious that she was just wearing quite a skimpy pair of underwear underneath.

Dave cleared his throat and she could see the hint of a laugh playing on his lips.

"Ava... babe... this is Taylor," he choked out, clearly trying hard not to laugh.

"Taylor, oh my God, hi! I will be right back!" She cried, scurrying as fast as she could back to the bedroom where she prayed the ground would swallow her up while she got dressed.

"God damn Disco," Taylor breathed in appreciation as he watched her walk away, earning a swift dig in the ribs from his frontman. Though Dave couldn't help but agree.

*

Once Ava was dressed and had a quick pep talk from Dave reassuring her that they barely even saw anything and that she 'shouldn't even be embarrassed', she found herself out on the deck with Dave and Taylor drinking her coffee and unable to meet the eyes of the drummer that sat across from her, as they discussed various projects that they had in the works.

"Damn Disco, I think you may have met the only other person in LA who can put away as much caffeine as you," Taylor remarked as Ava walked back out on to the deck with a fresh pot of coffee.