So, here it is. My David Story.

A little background...

I participated in an interactive fan fiction on a friend's site, and my character ended up with David. I spent so much time immersing myself in his music and stories about him (which are hard to find, by the way) that he took over my thoughts for quite some time. I couldn't get him out of my head. He's still in there, rattling doors and opening drawers and such, but he's behaving himself. Mostly.

This story came out as an outlet for me to try to get through my little obsession. I told some of the girls from the other fan fic exercise, and they thought it was hysterical that I got so wrapped up, that I couldn't think of anything but him.

They convinced me to "go public" with the story, so here it is.

I hope you enjoy it. It starts here.

~ Hath

Chapter 13: One Last Goodbye

Monday, November 26, 2007

Wednesday through Friday, November 14th - 16th, 2007

I woke up early this morning; David and the guys are taking off in a few hours, and I don’t want to miss a second. They're off to Canada for the next bunch of shows. I’m trying to figure out just when it was that he became such an important part of my life. I mean, it’s been two weeks – this is ridiculous. I just laid there, next to him, watching him sleep, my eyes tearing up. I need to think about something else.

So, we’re not sure when Sam is coming home, but I think it’s soon. We girls are planning to stay out here through the weekend. I’m sure Sam will tell us what she wants us to do, and once she's home, Cori and Nathan can stay with her if she needs someone here. I’m sure she’ll be fine, though; aside from being tired, she seems to have made a full recovery. Thank God.

As for Thanksgiving, Jon will be here for the holiday (I overheard the guys talking, and Sam isn’t well enough to travel yet). Sounds like Richie is joining Lucy for Turkey day, which leaves David.

David is coming to Boston for Thanksgiving. We talked about it last night and he wants to meet my brother and sister-in-law. GULP. This is getting serious. I know they will like him, but my brother is a tad over protective of me, and I’m a little worried he’ll send David screaming from an inquisition. Heaven help him if my mother gets wind of this. I’m not saying I don’t want him to meet her, but I think I want to wait a bit on that. My brother has a big mouth, though, so we’ll just have to wait and see.

I got out of bed and started pacing the room. It’s too early to venture out into the kitchen, and besides, I don’t want to yet. Not until he wakes up. I checked in on the board, just leaving a little note, and I guess the typing woke up David.

“What’re you doing, sweetheart?” he asked.

“Just checking in and leaving a message for the girls on the board,” I said.

David frowned. “Why can’t you just go talk to them?”

“I don’t want to get all emotional with them,” I said. “I’ve had enough of that this week already.”
He laughed softly, understanding completely. “Are you just about done over there?” David asked. “Because I miss you, and I’m lonely over here.”

I smiled and signed off the board, and returned to David. He held back the covers so I could crawl in next to him. He gathered me close and kissed my temple. When I closed my eyes and a tear leaked out, David silently licked at it and smiled at me. He slowly unbuttoned my nightshirt and opened the sides. He started kissing my neck and worked his way down my body. His mouth grazed my hip tat and he continued down my leg, making me squirm. He trailed those wonderful fingers after his mouth, making me shiver.

Kissing his way back up my inner thigh, I let out a sigh. “Shhhh,” he cautioned, making me giggle. He settled in between my legs with a tender kiss. I arched off the bed and bit back a moan. He licked at me with long strokes, setting my blood on fire. When he spread my delicate lips, exposing the little nub there, he blew on it, and I had to bury my head in a pillow to keep from screaming out.

“So damned responsive,” he murmured.

With little licks and nips, David teased my clit. I was just so awash in sensation that my head was spinning. When he slid a finger into me, then a second, I thought I was going to come apart in his arms. He slithered up my body to capture my mouth in a kiss while he slowly pumped his fingers in and out of me. When he slid a third in, I screamed in his mouth. He just chuckled and began driving his hand harder and faster into me. The telltale tingling started in the soles of my feet, and I knew I was getting close. I reached down to still David’s hand.

“What’s the matter baby?” he crooned in my ear.

“You,” I said, reaching for him. “I want to feel you.”

“Anything you say, darlin’,” he answered, and withdrew his fingers with an aching slowness that made my eyes roll back in my head. He gave my clit one final gentle stroke and slid himself into me, stretching me more than his fingers had. I wrapped my arms around David’s neck, and brought him down so he was laying flat on top of me, and kissed him for all I was worth. He rolled us so I was on top, and urged me up. I started rolling my hips against him, and my head dropped back. He grabbed onto my hands, and held them tightly, as I moved above him. I looked down into his face to see him just staring at me, a wide smile on his beautiful face.

The smile turned to something else, as he got closer to oblivion. “Hath?” he said; his voice a strangled whisper. “I’m not going to be able to hold out much longer.”

“Then don’t,” I said. “Let it go.”

He didn’t though. He held on and flipped us over again, and drove into me hard and fast, pushing me up and over the edge. I bit his shoulder to keep from crying out, and before the shocks could subside, he went over, taking me with him.

By mid-morning, the guys were gone. I swear, Lucy and I looked like a couple of lunatics, standing in the doorway and waving as David and Richie left. They didn’t want us to go to the airport with them; they wanted our private good-byes this morning to be our last good-byes for this trip. I had to actually shove David out the door. Richie was already on the porch, and David wouldn’t go, which was entirely too sweet, but he had to. Jon would kill him, and us for that matter, if these two missed their flight.

“I’ll see you soon,” I said to him. “Now, go to work like a good boy.”

He laughed. “You’re too much, you know?” he said.

“No, baby,” I said, “I’m just enough.”

“You got that right,” he said, and crushed his mouth to mine again. One final little shove, and he was out the door. Lucy and I had death grips on the door jambs to keep from flinging ourselves after them.

Giving ourselves mental shakes, we went back inside to get showered and dressed, and we three went off to see Sam. I didn’t tell the girls, but I got a care package from Ang. It’s full of things for us to pamper ourselves with: chocolates and toffees, scented candles, facial masks, scented bubble bath and bath oils, and four little pots of body chocolate. I love Ang. She’s a gutter girl at heart, and a helluva nice one at that. I hid the package in my suitcase; Ang wants us to save it for when Sam comes home. I hope it’s soon.

We stayed with Sam until she was ready to go to sleep, then we came back here to Sam’s place. We’ve been hanging out and talking and have gotten quite close over this last week. I’ve gotta say, I love these girls like sisters, and would do anything for them.

The next day, Thursday, we got the word from Sam that she was coming home! We did a little happy dance, and got her room all cleaned up. Lucy and I would share the air-mattress on the floor in the guest room. We told Diva what was going on, and I swear to God, she jumped on each of us like she was giving us hugs. “Oh Diva,” I said, dancing around with her. “Sam’s coming home today!”

When Sam came home, we girls went into the kitchen to give her some time to just be in her space. After a while, though, we went looking for her, and found her sitting in the living room, staring sightlessly at the TV.

“What’s up, Sam?” Lucy asked.

“Nothing, Luce. Girls, sit down.” We did; Lucy on one side, Steph on the other, and me on the floor next to Lucy. “I just want to tell you how much I appreciate ya’ll dropping everything to come and be here.” When Lucy started to speak, Sam held up a hand. “I’m not done. I never expected this friendship to be so strong after knowing ya’ll for so short a time. What I’m trying to say is, thank you. From the bottom of my heart.” She smiled at us. “And, when the hell are ya’ll leaving?” We all laughed. She’s back!

We had a good time indulging in some of the things that Ang sent. We really just wound up making some popcorn and watching TV. We had on a show called “Are You Smarter Than a 5th Grader?” where contestants need to answer 10 questions ranging in difficulty from first grade to fifth grade. You can get help from a “class” of five fifth-graders, and if you answer everything correctly, you win a million dollars. Tonight was “celebrity” night, and Kelly Pickler was on. You remember her? The cute ditz from American Idol? Remember thinking she can’t be that stupid? Well, she is. Whew, she's got a great voice and a sweet smile, but she's got that 1000 yard stare that just screams "lights are on but nobody's home". Poor thing. Good thing she has a helluva voice. Are there ducks in the desert? No? You're smarter than a Pickler, too.

We girls (except Sam) have been into the JD candy Ang sent, and are getting quite silly. In our defense, she sent boxes of it. Of course, we didn’t have to eat it all. Ha ha ha. Before we got good and liquored up, we did facials, though Sam looked ready to send us to the hospital ourselves when we came at her with the mud mask! We tired out Sam, and she went to bed long before the 11:00 news. We tried to keep the noise to a dull roar, but Lucy, bless her soul, brought some of her what we call oot-bay eg-lays with her, and we were watching the guys’ Crush Tour DVD.

Friday was another layabout day, especially since we were feeling the effects of the chocolates. We were on and off the boards all day and it felt like a regular day except I wasn’t in the office. Steph and I packed ourselves up in the afternoon, and I think we have everything; and we lazed around for the rest of the day. We were going back home to our ‘regular’ lives in the morning.