Band One-Shots (Open!)

Right Here In My Arms (Ricky Horror)

"Can I take off my blind fold yet?!" I whined, raking my hand through my wavy blue hair.

"Have I already told you that you can?" Ricky laughed, sounding slightly distant. Wherever he'd taken us, I could hear water and assorted nature sounds.

"No." I grumbled, folding my arms over my chest in a pout. "Then no, Sarah, you can not!" he replied.

I sighed, waiting for him to finish whatever he was doing. He'd blindfolded me and brought me somewhere for a date.

I finally decided to sit on the ground where I was, but felt Ricky's hands keep me up.

"Alright, you ready?" he asked, sounding nervous. "I've been ready for several minutes now." I huffed, feeling slightly agitated.

Ricky carefully untied my blindfold and pulled it away from my face, and I gasped at the sight in front of me.

We were sitting next to a small river, where he had spread out a blanket with electronic candles holding down the corners.

He'd also packed several of our favorite foods, like pizza and chicken wings. He had even grabbed a vase with water and put a few wildflowers in it.

"Ricky, this is beautiful." I whispered, placing a hand over my chest as I turned to look at him.

"Not as beautiful as you, my Queen." he smiled, kissing my cheek softly. I blushed as I hugged him, and then we sat on the blanket.

When we were done eating, I laid down with my head in his lap while he quietly sang for me and played with my hair, our smiles never leaving our faces.

After a couple of hours we were getting ready to leave, but he stopped me. "Before we go, there's something that we need to talk about."

"We can't talk in the car?" I asked, "I'm kinda sleepy." "Nuh uh. I wanna do it here. That's why I brought you here."

Wait, what? Oh God he probably did this to butter me up so we can get another fucking cat. Damn it Ricky.

"No Ricky we aren't getting another cat." I sighed. He laughed for a moment, but then bit his lip and got a nervous look on his face.

"Before I start talking, promise not to laugh or say I'm cheesy?" he asked, looking at the ground as he shuffled his feet.

"I promise." I said slowly, studying him. What in the world would he be so nervous about?

He pulled me close to him, so close I could feel how quickly his heart was beating in his chest.

"So, we've been together for over two years now, and in my entire life, no one has made me as happy as you do." he said.

"You make me smile even when I'm ready to start killing every person in a ten mile radius. You're the only one that can.

"Every day that I'm with you, even if we don't get to say anything other than 'Stay safe, I love you' cuz I'm touring is the best day ever.

"You make me feel things that I didn't know I could feel, and it's absolutely amazing. I'm so lucky to have you.

"You are the most beautiful, perfect girl, in the entire world, and the only girl I will ever love as much as you is our daughter."

I gasped as tears filled my eyes. "Are you asking me to..." He took a deep breath as he nodded.

He pulled a little velvet box out of his jacket pocket and opened it to reveal a stunning diamond ring.

"Sarah, will you marry me?" he asked hopefully, but also fearfully. I nodded, trying to say yes.

"I-Is that yes?" he whimpered, his hand going down to his side as he took a step back from me.

"Yes!" I exclaimed, hugging him as tightly as I could. He hugged me back, rocking me from side to side. "I love you so much Sarah." he whispered.

We stayed there for another minute before we finally drove home, listening to the radio and making fun of the songs.

When we got home, I went straight to the bedroom to put on lingerie, while he went to go give our cat Dexter food and water.

I was laying on the bed when he walked in, and his jaw fell open. "Is that for me?" he asked with a smile.

I nodded and sat up, beckoning him closer. "Fuck you're beautiful." he whispered, then pulled off his shirt and joined me on the bed.

I unbuttoned his jeans slowly, gazing into his bright blue eyes with my own. "You make it so difficult sometimes." he groaned, gripping a fistful of my hair.

"What's difficult, my King?" I asked quietly, unzipping his jeans and pushing them down.

"It's difficult for me to not tie you down and fuck you up." he growled in my ear, thrusting two fingers inside me roughly.

I gasped at the sudden feel of his fingers fucking me hard and fast, becoming a moaning mess as he pushed me onto my back.

"Oh God, Ricky, fuck..." I breathed, gripping the sheets so hard my knuckles turned white.

"Yeah, you like that?" he smirked, slipping a third finger inside and curling them. "Fuck, yes!" I cried out, arching my back.

After several minutes of this I was close to the edge, but I was determined to make him cum first.

I sat up and pushed his hand away, helping him get off his jeans and boxers. I pumped him with my hand a few times before taking him into my mouth slowly.

"Fuck, Sarah..." he groaned, tangling his long fingers in my hair. I looked up at him with innocent eyes as I deepthroated him.

He took control, moving me at the pace he wanted, and after a bit I felt his length twitch in my mouth, and then he shot his warm seed down my throat.

I kept sucking on him till he was hard again and he was on the edge. "Fuck, Sarah! I can't, fuck!" He released into my mouth again with a loud moan.

I kept going, loving the reactions I was getting from him. "Sarah, p-please, I can't!" he whimpered. He was almost crying.

I finally pulled myself off of him and crawled up to kiss him softly, tangling my fingers in his inky black hair.

"I love you Ricky." I whispered against his lips. He chuckled quietly. "I love you too, Sarah."