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 59: Preparations for Girls’ Night Out

Thursday, March 6, 2008

We girls went back to the bedroom to finish getting ready. I was mortified, but Jon had a point. It was pretty funny actually.

“Hath, you are not going to just let that go, are you?” Steph asked me.

I sighed. “Yeah, I probably am,” I said. “I mean, that was perfect. He had me actually order up my own paybacks. That was pretty slick.”

The girls all groaned at me. I laughed. “Don’t worry; I’m still your irreverent, lovable GSA. There may be no grand gesture, but I can dig at him a thousand different little ways. Like this, for example.” I strode to the iPod, and dialed through until I got to “Turkey In the Straw” and cranked it loudly. I know the guys heard it, because I could hear David giggling.

“What’s that all about?” Ang asked.

“Just something that I know gets under Jon’s skin.” I wasn’t spilling the beans. Sam snickered, so I know she knew, but she wasn’t talking either. We shared a knowing look, then I changed the music back to Daughtry, and we continued getting ready; singing along and dancing around. We were all so comfortable with each other that we were just doing our own thing, not caring at how much flesh we were showing. Ang and I were comparing ink, she had the heart and dagger on one shoulder, a smirk at her waist and a Joker at her hip. The Joker wouldn’t show, but I sure as shit was going to tell David about it.

“David is SO going to crow to Richie about this,” I said to Lucy, pointing out Ang’s ink. She just laughed.

“Someone help me zip up?” I said, turning my back. Sam did, and the dress flowed around my thighs enticingly. I fastened the jewelry at my ears and throat, spritzed on some Clinique “Happy”, and surveyed the makeup job in the mirror. It looked pretty damned good. My hair was swept up in an elaborate set of twists held in place by chopsticks that looked ready to tumble from my hair. My makeup was flawless, the dress sat perfectly on me. It clung to the girls a little, and that was the exact reason I went braless.

I looked around at the other girls, and we were all just about ready. There was a knock at the door. Matt called through, “the car will be here in a half hour.” We’d arranged for a car and driver, so we could enjoy ourselves.

“Almost done, sweetie,” Steph called out. A few minutes later, we were all admiring ourselves in the mirror.

Stephanie looked amazing in a red wrap top, and her breasts were pushed up and almost out of it. Matt was going to have a heart attack. She paired that with a black mini and her own Jimmy’s that she bought when she came to NYC. The boots were gorgeous, knee-high, four-inch heeled perfection. Her hair was a riot of sexy, messy curls. She donned her trench coat, and was ready.

Ang was decked out in an electric blue outfit that you’d think would clash with her hair, but looked amazing. The top was a bustier that came to a point in the front, and the skirt was a low-rise mini that showed most of her ink to perfection. The CFMs she was wearing matched perfectly. She had straightened her hair, and it fell in a sexy curtain nearly to just below her shoulders. The gunslinger trench covered her over, and she was set to go.

Lucy wore a gorgeous deep purple dress that hugged her generous cleavage and fell to a few inches above her knees. It floated around her like a dream, and the spaghetti straps crisscrossed in the back. Her shoes were black patent-leather platform CFM stilettos that had a delicate strap circling her ankle. She had a full-length leather coat that completed the look.

Sam looked amazing in the outfit she bought in the city on our shopping trip. The black mini skirt was paired with a beautiful white blouse with a lace over blouse with flowing sleeves and an empire waist (in deference to the baby bump) and a really low cut neckline. Except for the neckline it is really quite virginal looking, then when you put it with the skirt it's a real contradiction. We couldn’t talk her into strappy sandals, but the over-the-knee leather boots look wonderful with the skirt. Sam had this outfit hidden from Jon. He’s gonna flip. She put her overcoat on as well.

In addition to the snakeskin Jimmy Choo’s, I’m sporting a Steve Madden tunic dress. It falls about two inches above the knees, and with the five inch heels, my legs look miles long. It’s cut low enough to show my pregnancy boobs off really well, but not indecently so. It’s black with white trim, and the sleeves are fitted to the elbow, then the rest of the fabric sorta flows to the wrist. It’s absolutely gorgeous, and my very favorite thing I’ve purchased so far. I’m wearing the jewelry David bought me for Christmas, and grabbed my long black coat. With no hose, I was gonna be cold, so I’ve got the Burberry coat that trails down to my ankles.

“Ready girls?” I asked.

“Hell yeah,” was Ang’s response, and she led the charge out to the living room.

The guys were all sitting around, chatting, but stopped when we came in.

“C’mon,” Richie said. “You’ve gotta show us what you’re wearing under there.”

We all looked at each other, and in perfect synchronization, dropped our jackets. We were met with a full minute of stunned silence, then Stephanie said, “You guys are going to give us a complex. What’s wrong?” The men all started talking at once, and we laughed. They were speechless one minute and gushing the next.

David came up to me. “No way are you wearing this out,” he said, rubbing my back and confirming what he suspected. “Uh-uh.”

“Oh sweetheart, relax,” I said. “I’m completely covered, and my ass won’t even show when we play pool.” I turned from him and leaned over, looking back over my shoulder. “See?” I said.

“Jesus, Hath,” Ang said. “Put those away, wouldya?” Guess she got a good look at the cleavage.

I straightened and kissed David’s cheek, wiping away the lipstick. “We’ll be fine,” I said. He grabbed me and pulled me in for a proper kiss. “That was so you remember who’s waiting for you at home,” he said.

I fanned myself and laughed, and rubbed LJ. “Like I could ever forget you.” I kissed him lightly. “No chance, my love.”

The doorbell rang, and Lucy went to answer it, Richie right at her back. Guess he didn’t want to let her out in her dress, either. We done good, ha ha ha.

The driver was an older gentleman, probably close to my dad’s age, and he took a look at us and whistled. “Boy am I glad I’m working tonight,” he said, which was cute. “Are you ready, ladies?” he asked.

We posed around the car while Matt took our picture with Ang’s camera. She slipped it into her bag so we could take pictures while we were out, and led the way into the car. We all piled in, I grabbed a glass of sparkling cider, and waved to the boys as we drove away.