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 112: The New Job

Sunday, November 23, 2008

Flying with the band to Germany, Hath was nervous. Jon had told her that he wanted her to take over for the “idiot he fired”. That meant she had to do everything, from dealing with the caterers to the media scheduling, and the pressure was really on to do it right. This wasn’t going to be like when they were in Chicago. Sure, she and Jon got along, and she was able to anticipate and fill some of his needs, but this was different. She was going to be involved in his business, taking care of the thousands of tiny details he couldn’t attend to himself on the tour—stuff that really mattered.

Somewhere over the Atlantic, Jon switched seats with David. “You doing alright, Jeeves?” he asked. He noticed she was really quiet and spending most of the time looking out the window.

Hath rolled her eyes at him. “Just fine, Boss,” she answered. “What’s up?”

“You look deep in thought. Everything okay?” He flicked his glance down to her ever-expanding abdomen.

Hath was touched by his concern. “Jon, I’m alright. Just gearing up my head for the job, ya know? I don’t want to disappoint you.”

Jon smiled. “I’m sure you’ll do just fine.”

“No Jon, I’m serious,” Hath said. “This is a big responsibility, and I’m flattered you have confidence I can handle it. I’m confident too, but I still am worried about fucking OOH! it up.” She put her hands to her belly. “Guess Laura and John don’t like it when mommy swears.” She laughed. “That’s gonna be a big friggin-OOOH! problem.”

Jon laughed and put his hand lightly over the baby he claimed was his namesake. “Say something else – something dirty.”

“Go fuck yourself. AH!”

Jon laughed harder. “That is so cool.” He looked wistful for a minute, and Hath had to look away. He was missing Sam and Lyndsay something awful.

“So,” Jon said, clearing his throat, “I have your first assignment.”

“Oh goody,” Hath said sarcastically, and Jon just stared. “Kidding, boss. Whaddaya got?”

Jon stood and pulled a brand new laptop, Blackberry and some other device from a bag in the overhead bin. “The Dell has all sorts of scheduling and other software on it, and a wireless network card. If there’s anything else you find you need, don’t bother asking, just get it – I trust your judgment. You still have my AmEx number; use it for whatever you need. Here is a phone for you. It has all our numbers programmed into it, and full internet, email, paging and texting capabilities. I think it makes coffee, too.” He smiled. “This,” he handed her the other pocket-sized device, “is your new best friend.”

Hath took the device and turned it on. “A translator?”

Jon nodded. “You got it. I don’t remember what you said you spoke fluently and what you didn’t, so this will help you. It’ll spell out phonetically just about anything you need to say. It’s set for Germany now, and the thing so damned easy to use, even Sambora figured it out. I’m sure you can figure it out.”

“Fuck you, man,” Richie called from behind Hath.

“No thanks,” Jon said automatically.

Jon had David hand him a stuffed folder. “This is our itinerary; hotel, travel, and venue information for the rest of the tour. I need you to have that in your system by the time we’re wheels down. I have indicated where we have media or other events we have to attend, but other than that, I need you to get us out of the hotels where possible, and out having fun. Basically planning events for us: dinners, cultural immersion, whatever.”

Hath had the laptop open, and was taking notes, typing a zillion words a minute. “Got it, boss, what else?”

“I do have one other thing but it isn’t quite what we talked about.”

“Lay it on me,” Hath said. “I’m pretty flexible.”

“I remember,” Jon said wryly, raising an eyebrow. He motioned for David to hand him a thick binder. “I need you to ride herd over the backstage crew.” He held up a hand when Hath went to protest. “They all know their jobs, I just need someone to keep them on track, handle any disputes or issues that come up. Tony will help you, but I need someone to keep order.”

“Will they listen to me?” Hath asked, thumbing through the binder. “I mean, if I learn all this shit, and know what the hell I’m talking about, will they do what I say?”

“Well, that depends on how good you are at your job. Time to put your money where your mouth is, Triple-G,” Jon said, winking.

“Do you have my back if I need you?”

Jon nodded. “If Tony can’t get it sorted out, you can come to me. I don’t expect to have to deal with this shit, though; that’s what you’re here for.”

“Got it. What else?”

“That’s it for now. We hit the ground in a few hours, and will want something for dinner. Get something quiet arranged for us.”

“On it, boss.”

Hath tuned out and spent the next hour on the phone and on her translator. After asking "Sprechen Sie bitte Englisch" what seemed like a thousand times (and always hearing “nein”) she had dinner and drivers arranged for the group. She sighed and stretched and set to work getting the travel itinerary and other arrangements into the computer, and synched it up with her blackberry.

“Boss, gimme your berry,” she said, holding out her hand. Jon handed it over and she typed a few things on it, and handed it back. “You’re synched up with me now. I make a change in the computer or on my berry, and it beams to yours.”

“Cool,” Jon said. “What if I need to make changes?”

“Hang on,” Hath said, and took the berry back. After a few minutes, and lots of swearing (ending in giggles when the babies kicked), she handed the device back over. “All set. The changes will queue up and ping me. I need to make sure that whatever you change doesn’t interfere with anything else you planned, but if it doesn’t, it’ll get updated. If it does, I’ll let you know.”

“Great,” Jon said. He typed something and Hath’s laptop and blackberry pinged. She laughed. Jon had scheduled Hath to stick by him all day the next day.

“It worked boss,” Hath said, and added the item to the schedule. Jon’s device beeped and he smiled and nodded, satisfied that this was going to work out. It’d work out just fine.

Over the next several days, Hath got to know the backstage crew, and learned what they were supposed to do. She asked a million questions, but did in such a way that the guys didn’t realize she was trying to learn their jobs. She never asked the same question twice, and gradually, grudgingly, she started to gain their respect.

She caught on quickly to the languages of the various countries they were visiting, and soon the other administrative staff were coming to her to help with interview scheduling, and more than once she filled in when the interpreter was unavailable. She arranged for catered dinners at the end of the stint in each country, always different from the last. The crew began to look forward to wrapping the packing at the end of a run, and had shaved an hour off their time.

Jon noticed all of this, and smiled smugly to himself; pleased to have brought her aboard.

Hath was working hard, and the guys noticed. They noticed to the point that they started getting worried about her. She was working just as many hours as they did, and that was most of them. She was eating and resting, but otherwise, she was a whirling force to be reckoned with. They guys, even Hugh, took to stopping in to see Hath, or stopping her in the hall or what-have-you to ask how she was doing. When she made herself unavailable, they took to calling her. First it was just David, then Richie started, and soon Hath had had enough.

The next time Richie called, she groaned. “What do you want now?”

“Hey darlin’, I just want to make sure you’re alright and not working too hard.”

“Richie, I appreciate it, but really I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?”

Hath’s little devil came out and sat on her shoulder. She cleared her throat and lowered her voice into a sexy growl. “Baby, if you want to know just how fine I am, ask David. Or Jon. Or you can come find out for yourself.”

Richie sputtered and hung up, and seriously cut back on the phone calls.

Hath barely had time to herself, let alone to visit with the girls on the board, but she didn’t miss the day that Ang told them she and Nathan had gotten hitched! She had to re-read the PM several times to make sure she was seeing what she thought she was seeing.

While in Vegas, Nate hijacked me into marrying him.... pauses for the swearing... Told me he'd planned a surprise…No SHIT Sherlock!

I know I could have said NO, I did many times, including at the altar but he swore up one side and down the other he'd quit his job and head to London with me if I didn't, and I know he loves that damn job.

Sam I'm sorry, truly I am. If you hate me well I'll live with it. I've told him you'll want to strangle both of us

But he said with all the babies coming, other weddings coming up, and me heading out just didn't seem any RIGHT time to get married. No wonder he wanted to go to Vegas.

So there you have it, my bomb, sorry OUR bomb: I'm married!

Let the anger commence!

After reading it for the fifth time, she called Sam to make sure she was okay with this. She knew that Nathan meant the world to her, and she had to be hurt that he’d elope and not tell her. She was, but she was okay. Or would be.

Chapter 111: The Honeymooners

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

At the airport, a private jet awaited them. They handed their passports and the single suitcase to the pilot, and went aboard. David took her on a tour of the small plane, ending with a bedroom. Their suitcase sat on the chest at the foot of the bed.

“What’s this?”

David laughed and kissed Hath’s neck. “You are a married lady. No more bathrooms for you. When we exercise our membership in the mile-high club, we do it in style now. The room is soundproofed, and we can lock the door.” David leaned in to kiss Hath’s neck again, and nipped at her skin.

Hath laughed and turned to hug her husband. “I love you,” she said.

“I love you more,” David answered, and kissed his wife again.

When the plane took off, Hath was excited. She now knew where they were going – Brazil. David didn’t want her to know, but she overheard the pilots talking. When the captain announced they could leave their seats, David stood and put his hand out for Hath to take. She did, and he led her to the back of the plane, to the bedroom.

Shutting and locking the door, David drew Hath to the bed. He found the zipper to her gown and unzipped it slowly, the sound impossibly loud in the small, quiet room. He let the dress fall from her body, and gasped at the sight of Hath, belly swollen with their children, standing there in her snowy-white lingerie. He reached out a trembling hand to gently cup his children, then slid his hand up to cup Hath’s breast. His other hand joined the silent worship, and he kneaded and pulled gently on her, kissing Hath slowly and tenderly, until she was panting.

“Oh, David,” she said, breathlessly. “You’re driving me insane.” She reached down to cup David’s erection through his tux pants and rubbed firmly, making him growl.

Hath unbuttoned David’s jacket and slipped it from his shoulders. The cummerbund and bow tie were next, followed closely by his shirt and pants. Holding hands, they crawled up into bed together. Hath lay on her back and David levered up on an elbow alongside her, sipping from her lips and trailing gentle fingertips over her breasts and belly. He reached beneath Hath’s back and unhooked her bra, discarding it over his shoulder behind him.

He leaned in to take a pebbled nipple into his mouth, and the gently pulling motion of his mouth made Hath’s clit throb. She moaned and wiggled on the bed, and David smiled around her flesh. Without breaking the sweet contact his mouth had with her skin, he urged Hath to raise her hips so he could slide the panties off her. He could feel their dampness and that made him harder.

He grazed her leg from knee to thigh over and over until Hath thought she would scream. Then he dipped a fingertip into her wet core, and she did. Impossibly turned on by her responsiveness, David hurriedly pushed down his boxers and kicked out of them, then rolled between Hath’s thighs. He pressed into her slowly, agonizingly so, until he was seated deep within her. He held himself there, pressed as deep into Hath as he could go, then he flicked her clit with his finger.

Hath’s eyes rolled back and her back arched as the waves of pleasure overtook her. She gripped the sheets next to her hips, and raised herself so David would press deeper. She started a rocking motion that David quickly matched thrust for thrust, and soon she was peaking again, this time taking David with her. He groaned her name as he spilled deep inside her, and Hath had to shove the side of the pillow into her mouth to muffle the screams.

When their pulsing and quivering stopped, David gently rolled to Hath’s side and pulled her close, kissing her for long minutes. “I will never get tired of kissing you, Mrs. Rashbaum,” David said.

“God, I hope not, Mr. Rashbaum,” Hath answered. The twins were now kicking up a storm, and Hath put David’s hand on her abdomen so he could feel them spinning and dancing in there. With a contented smile and a happy sigh, they drifted off in each other’s arms.

A subtle banking woke David. He checked his watch. Soon, the pilot would be expecting them to strap themselves into their seats. He shook Hath gently, and she smiled up at him. “Hello my husband,” she said, laying a hand on his cheek.

“Hello there, my wife,” David answered, turning his face to kiss her palm. “The pilots will be looking for us to be in our seats soon. We should get cleaned up.” They reluctantly got out of bed and padded hand-in-hand to the bathroom, where they took quick showers. Returning to the bedroom, Hath looked at her wedding dress, crumpled on the floor. She turned to the suitcase and opened it, laughing. Inside, she saw their bathing suits, a couple of t-shirts and sarongs, flip flops, basic toiletries, and that was it. Shaking her head, she pulled out one of the swimsuits and pulled it on. She tied a flowery sarong around her hips and slid her flip-flops on. David pulled on snug blue trunks and a t-shirt and his own sandals. They packed their wedding clothes into the suitcase and returned to their seats.

A few minutes later, the pilot announced that they were preparing to make their final approach at the airport, and the passengers should please “return to the upright position” and buckle their seatbelts. David laughed at the faux pas, sure that Richie was behind it, and Hath blushed.

When the plane taxied to a stop and the pilot opened the door, Hath and David stepped out into a tropical paradise. Everything was lush and green, and the sunshine and warm caress of the sun made Hath groan appreciatively. They were whisked away to a hotel for the day, and David said they had a private cabin arranged for tomorrow.

When they got to the hotel, they had the bellman take their bag up to their room, and they headed for the beach. They walked for miles up and down the expanse of white sand, collecting a few seashells on the way. They didn’t talk much, just wound their arms around each other’s waists and enjoyed being together. They would stop to kiss or to venture into the water and cool off but otherwise were content to just walk together. When they returned to the hotel, they had a light dinner out under the stars, and retired to their room, where they celebrated, again, their marriage to each other.

The next morning, the newlyweds showered and dressed in their bathing suits, and went down to the lobby. The concierge arranged for a car to take them to the docks. Hath was puzzled.

“I thought we had a private cabin arranged? Where are we going?”

David smiled. “We do have a private cabin. On a private island. We need to get to the docks so we can get to our boat.”

Hath’s eyes went wide, but she didn’t say anything else. When they arrived at the docks of Sao Sebastiao, they were greeted warmly. Apparently, David put a lot of thought and preparation into this honeymoon. They were shown to their boat, which was already stocked with coolers of food. The boatman told them that he would return each evening with fresh ice for the coolers, and if there was anything else they needed, all they had to do was leave a note with the cooler, and he would take care if it.

They climbed aboard and settled onto the narrow bench at the bow, and looked out over the gloriously flat water. The boatman took them to island he called Toque Toque Grande. It had a very small beach, about 300m long, and it was mostly uninhabited so it was perfect. They had a little shack on the beach, furnished with a large, soft bed, a pair of comfortable chairs, and a small breakfast nook. There was no electricity, and the water was pumped to the shack by hand. There was a propane stove if they felt the need to cook anything, but were content to sup on cold meats and cheeses, and fresh fruits and vegetables. There was a little boat made available to them to use to go back to the mainland, but they didn’t bother. Everything they needed was already there.

“Oh David,” Hath said, “I'd live there forever if I could.” It was truly heaven on earth. Between the white sands, clear green water, deep blue skies, and uninterrupted time with her husband, Hath had never in her entire life been so content.

They spent the next two days in total isolation, venturing for the coolers only after they were sure that the boatman was gone. They sunned on the beach and swam nude in the ocean, and were both quickly tanned brown all over. Hath’s hair lightened in the sun, and they shared a laugh over how David had to dig a little gully in the sand for the LJs to settle into when Hath sunned her back. It was a perfect respite. The days passed quickly however – far too quickly.

They returned home to piles of mail in the foyer and stacks of slips from the post office in the box: gifts from friends and family who couldn’t make it to the wedding. Exhausted from the sun and travel, they collapsed into bed, not bothering to shower the travel off them. The next morning was a whirlwind of activity. The tour was starting back up in a couple of days, and Hath was starting her new job. She was insanely nervous, though she knew she could handle whatever Jon threw at her. She was also itching to get back online and tell the girls all about their honeymoon.

She and David sent a note to the girls, then started the arduous task of packing for the long overseas flight, and the longer series of dates that they’d be away from home.

Hath had a feeling that before the tour was over, she’d hate flying. She might even hate Jon.