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 117: Boston Bound

Sunday, May 24, 2009

Goddess’ Note: Most of this post was lifted directly from the Football Forum fanfic on [the old] T’s Place. I made some modifications to make it fit into my view of the story, adding Hath stuff, but the Sam/Jon stuff was written by T.

It was Wednesday morning, and Hath was going to start her trek to Boston with the girls. Jon had flown on ahead, needing to take care of personal appearances and what he called “stupid-ass media shit”. Stephanie was on her way, and once she arrived, the girls, with David in tow as their pack-mule, would head out for Boston in a gorgeous stretch Lincoln.

That morning, Sam woke up early. She hadn't slept well at all. Her lower back hurt so bad and nothing seemed to help it. Jon had rubbed it for her until she'd fallen asleep the first time, but she couldn't bring herself to wake him up to continue to rub it for her every time she woke up after that.

Her back was still bothering her when the limo arrived, but there was no way in hell she was missing this concert and missing out on a few nights spent with her friends. Her doctor had told her back when she was still in her first trimester that it was safe to take Tylenol for headaches, so she took a couple for her backache before she joined her friends in the limo. The driver had stopped at Hath and David's first, so the couple and Stephanie were already ensconced in the plush leather seats. While the driver put Sam's bag in the trunk, David jumped out of the car to help Sam climb in.

"Hey there little mama," he greeted her, "you look positively radiant."

"Yeah, yeah," she told him grumpily, "cut the shit. I know I look fat and tired."

He laughed as he took her hand and helped her to slowly sink into the car. "Jon said you were grumpy lately."

"He did, did he? Are you sure he didn't say I was being bitchy?"

Hath laughed. "Of course he wouldn't say that. He loves you."

"Sarcasm so becomes you," Sam told her friend, laughing.

"How're you feeling?" Stephanie asked, as David joined them, and the front door slammed signaling the driver had re-entered the vehicle.

"I'm fine," Sam answered. Jeez, she was so ready for this baby to get here so everyone would quit asking her how she was feeling. She shared a look with Hath. “Stop smiling over there, you’re next, you know.”

“I know,” Hath said, “but you’re the one they’re all going to be pawing over tonight, not me. You shoulda borrowed my t-shirt.” Hath’s shirt tonight was “Touch My Belly And Die”.

The five hour drive went by in plush comfort. Hath and Stephanie kept up a constant chatter with David interjecting the occasional smart ass comment. Sam had a very hard time not complaining about how bad her back was hurting, but she didn't want anyone to worry about her.

David noticed her rubbing at the small of her back. He watched her in silence for several minutes wondering just how to go about offering his services as a back-rubber without looking like he was renewing the partner swapping practical joke. Finally, with a look at Hath who had also noticed and gave him a nod, David said, "Stephanie change places with me, please."

Stephanie quickly agreed and moved to sit next to Hath. David smiled at Sam. "Sam, honey, turn around and let me rub your back for you," he ordered gently.

Sam obeyed, thanking him and explaining that Jon had been giving her back rubs for the past few days. She told them how Jon had been spoiling her while trying to make up for scheduling the dates in July. Sam told them how she had really missed him Sunday and Monday night, because she'd really missed the back and foot rubs.

David continued to rub Sam's back off and on for the remainder of the trip. He joked about them not telling Jon about him having his hands on Jon’s wife, because he liked breathing through his nose.

The limo pulled up to the back stage entrance, and David jumped out to help each woman out of the back seat. Lucy came running up to them.

"I'm so happy to see all of you," she said in greeting giving each woman a hug. When she hugged Sam, she teased, "Jon's been driving all of us crazy saying 'Is she here yet?' over and over."

"Yeah, now he'll just find something else to bitch about," David announced.

They were all still laughing when David ushered them past the security guard at the backstage door. Sam disappeared into Jon’s dressing room, and Stephanie went with Hath to David’s.

“Doesn’t he have to get changed?” Steph balked at the door.

“Yeah,” Hath said, “but he can go put on his pants in the bathroom. Or you can close your eyes. Or you can watch.”

David laughed and disappeared into the bathroom when Stephanie turned red. “You are an evil, evil pregnant woman,” she said to her friend. “What would you do if I said I wanted to watch?”

Hath shrugged. “After everything that’s gone on, having you see David in his tighty-whities is nothing.”

“Tighty-whities, huh?”

“Yep, my D is old fashioned.”

David came out of the bathroom a few minutes later, showered, and shirtless. “Damn, that feels better,” he said. “You girls want to pick out my shirt for tonight?”

“You have anything decent to pick?” Stephanie countered.

“Oh, and we invited you into our HOME!” David said, his smile and twinkling eyes belying the indignation.

“C’mon, baby,” Hath cooed. “Even your kids say your clothes suck.”

David crouched down in front of Hath. “Is that true my babies?” he said into her abdomen. “Do my clothes really suck?” He was rewarded with kicks from both babies. “Traitors,” he said, frowning while the girls laughed.

After picking out a shirt for David, Stephanie and Hath left him to his own devices. They met up with Lucy in the hall, with Richie close behind. He took one look at Hath’s t-shirt and started to laugh. “Well, that’s to the point, darlin’,” he said.

“Exactly,” Hath said, smugly.

“But I know you don’t mean me, right?” he said, reaching for her.

“Oh no, Sambora, I mean especially you. Hands off, mister. You want a pregnant belly, make one yourself.”

He looked at Lucy, who blushed and pulled Stephanie away by the elbow. Richie shook his head. “I’m working on it,” he said softly.

“Shit, sorry, Rich,” Hath said just as quietly. “I wasn’t thinking.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he answered. “But now you owe me,” he said. “Free feel?”

Hath rolled her eyes and thrust out her abdomen. Richie cradled the babies with his hands. “Hey guys it’s Uncle Richie,” he said. There was a flurry of kicks and presses that made him smile.

“They’re excited for their very first concert,” Hath said. She put her hand on Richie’s arm. “Don’t worry; Lucy will get there.” She smiled. “Gotta go collect Sam. Have fun tonight.”

The girls knocked on Jon’s door, and he pulled it open, shirt flapping behind him.

“Damn, Boss,” Hath said, shaking her head.

Sam laughed. “Tongue back in your mouth, Hath, or I’m telling David!”

Hath blushed. “Shut up. How are you feeling?” she said with a sarcastic smile.

“Fuck you,” Sam countered.

"We came to kidnap your wife," Hath said to Jon.

Jon laughed. "I'll be glad to loan her to you for a couple of hours, but I want her back after the show."

Lucy jumped in. "Deal."

Jon turned to look at Sam and saw she was having trouble getting up off the sofa. He hurried over and took each of her hands in one of his and gently pulled her to her feet and into his arms. He bent to whisper in her ear, "Are you sure you're okay?"

She smiled up at him. "Yeah, I'm fine," she assured him.

Sam and the Harem barely made it to their seats before the lights went down, and soon the guys were taking the stage and the opening notes of Lost Highway filled the arena.

Chapter 116: Home At Last

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Hath was so glad to be home, even though the house was so empty. It wouldn’t be that way for long; soon it would be July and the guys would be home. HER guy would be home. Then it was a few days of local shows and David’d be all hers for the summer. Then the babies would come, and the house wouldn’t be empty for another twenty years, God willing.

It was harder coming home than she thought it would be. She’d gotten used to fending off the “sneak attacks” from the guys, where they’d ask her opinion on something, get her into a room by herself or in an abandoned hallway, and talk to the babies. Jon continued to get a kick out of the way that Laura would push against his hand when he talked to her while John continued to ignore him, Richie continued to make smart ass comments about how big Hath was getting, and Teek? He got a nostalgic look in his eyes whenever he looked at Hath’s swollen abdomen, moreso than the others.

When it was actually time to pack up the hotel suite again, this time for the last time, she had tears in her eyes.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” David asked, walking in on his wife crying. He could handle anything she dished out except tears.

Hath turned from her suitcase, and David burst out laughing at her t-shirt. She’d changed into the “Hands off, asshole” shirt. She sniffled delicately and wiped her eyes with the heels of her hands. “I’m just going to miss you, that’s all.”

“Aw, I’ll miss you too, but I’ll be home in a couple, er, few weeks.” He took her in his arms and kissed her gently.

Hath rested her head on his shoulder and wound her arms around his waist. “I know, I know. Chalk it up to hormones, okay? Packing to leave you is just making me so sad.”

David walked Hath to the bed, and sat with her on his lap. He picked up the phone and pressed a button. “Yes, hi, this is 2314, I need someone to help my very pregnant wife pack. Great, thanks.” He hung up. “Done. Now you don’ t have to pack.”

A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door and David opened it to find three 40-something housekeepers chattering to themselves. When they saw who opened the door, their words dried up. David chuckled. “Thanks for coming, ladies. My wife is not in the mood to pack, and she’s told me more than once that I’m useless in the pack-girl-shit-up department. I’ve learned not to mess with her decisions or her moods.” He winked conspiratorially at them, making them giggle. “I appreciate you helping us out.”

The women bustled into the room and looked with pity on the pregnant woman. “Poor girl,” one said. “You leave this to us.” She reached out to pat Hath’s arm, but stopped, hand hovered in mid-air, when she saw the tshirt.

Hath smiled, and read the woman’s name tag. “It’s alright, Anna,” she said. “You’re not an asshole.”

Anna and the other housekeepers laughed, and set about packing.

That was weeks-that-seemed-like-years ago. Now, she was finally counting in hours the time until David got home. She had spent a while soaking in the tub, and even longer trying to get out without killing herself. She was dressed in the sexiest maternity nightgown she could find, which wasn’t too sexy, but at least it wasn’t a long t-shirt, as she had taken to wearing. She looked at the clock as she settled into bed. Just an hour to go. She was so excited she didn’t want to wait any longer.

Her eyes glazed over as she vanished into a daydream about what David would do when he came home. She was so lost in thought that she didn’t even realize her eyelids were growing heavy. Soon, she was sleeping, a sly smile on her face.

David’s car pulled into the driveway, and he was vaulting out of it even before the driver could put the transmission into ‘park’. He called back over his shoulder, “Thanks! Just dump the bags in the front hall, okay?”

The driver smiled and nodded his asset. It wasn’t the first time he drove David back from the airport, but it was the first time David had disappeared that quickly. He chuckled to himself. David must have one hell of a wife waiting for him at home.

David flew down the hall to the great room, looking for Hath. He expected to see her curled up as best as she could do in her favorite chair pecking away at the computer. He skidded to a halt with “Hello sexy Mama” frozen on his lips. She wasn’t there. The computer was there, a glass of water was perched on the side-table, but no Hath. Frowning, he went out to the patio, but no Hath. He smiled as he ascended the stairs next; she must be waiting for him in bed. Damn he loved how their minds were in synch like that. He flew down the hall, stopping only to kick off his shoes. By the time he could smell her bath oils in the air, he was hard. He pulled his t-shirt up over his head and flung the bedroom door open. He came up short when he saw his wife sleeping in the middle of the bed.

Chuckling to himself, he stood there and looked his fill. She was propped up on a mountain of pillows, turned half on her side, reclining as a Goddess should. Her hair was piled atop her head, and damp tendrils clung to her cheeks and neck. Her slow, steady breathing was accompanied by little mewls of happiness, and he saw a smile on her face. He hoped to hell she was dreaming of him.

The covers were settled at her waist, and her hand was clutched protectively around the twins. David’s heart surged, as did other parts of his anatomy, and he couldn’t wait another moment to wrap himself around his wife. He shucked the rest of his clothes, lifted the edge of the sheet and climbed up onto the bed next to Hath. He spooned up behind her and gently draped his arm under hers, smiling when Laura kicked against his arm. He reached around a little further until he felt John press a tiny hand or foot against his palm.

David sighed contentedly. Life just didn’t get too much better than this.

His breath tickled the hair that had escaped Hath’s topknot, and she stirred. Feeling a warm, hard body pressed against her, she murmured sleepily, “Hey, you.”

David answered by gently nipping the juncture of her neck and shoulder. “Hey yourself,” he said. “So, you’re so excited to see me, you fell asleep?” he teased.

Hath smiled and turned her head for a steamy kiss. “No, you fool, I was resting up to give you a proper welcome home.”

When she would have turned to face David, he stopped her. “No, baby,” he said. “Don’t move. I’ve got it under control.”

Hath relaxed as David grazed his fingertips across her neck and shoulder. She shivered deliciously as his light touch raised gooseflesh in its wake. He ran his hand down Hath’s arm and back, lightening his touch each time. Long minutes later he ran a hand down her back and cupped her ass. Long, strong fingers kneaded the silk-covered globes, and he placed gentle kisses along her shoulder.

Slowly, David raised the hem of Hath’s nightgown, letting his fingertips graze her naked thighs. With a brief kiss on the back of her head, he slid out of bed and walked around to the other side. Hath watched as David molded pillows around the twins, and used three more to prop her knee up comfortably. Smiling, he went back around to his side and slipped into bed again.

This time, when he trailed his fingers up Hath’s thigh, he dipped them in between, skimming them across her wet, swollen lips. “Oh Hath,” David said. “You missed me.”

“Oh yes I did,” Hath moaned, reveling in the sensations David was raising in her. He stroked her again, starting at the back of her knee, and ending only millimeters away from her clit. The third time he stroked her, Hath pressed down, trying to get David to touch her where the ache was fiercest.

David chuckled. “What’s the matter, sweetheart?”

“Nothing you can’t cure if you’d just OH!” David slid a finger into her, causing her to clamp down hard. “Jesus, David, don’t stop... please... just a little AH!” She screamed as David slid a second finger into her and stroked her slowly.

“Damn, Hath, you’re so freaking tight,” he breathed against her ear. When he slid his tongue across the outer shell of Hath’s ear, she lost control, crying out his name as she came. David kept up the languorous stroking, not letting her come down from the high. When he felt her starting to peak again, he couldn’t wait any longer, and shifted slightly and replaced his fingers with his cock, sliding all the way to the hilt in one stroke.

Hath reached around to grip David’s thigh, pressing hard enough to bruise. She held on tight while David made love to her, bringing her up and over the edge again. Her nails nearly drew blood when she came the third time, but the little pricks of pain only enhanced David’s pleasure. He tilted his hips to press slightly deeper, and emptied into her, groaning her name.

They stayed joined for a long time, cuddled together and basking in the afterglow. Finally, with much effort, and not a little bit of giggling, Hath turned over to face David. Her cheeks were flushed and her pulse racing, and the twins were kicking up a storm from Mommy’s activities. She cupped his face with one hand and kissed him over and over again.

“Welcome home, sweet Papa; I missed you and I love you so much.” Hath’s voice was thick with slumber and desire. She slid a leg up David’s, rubbing it with her instep. She hooked her ankle around the back of David’s knee and anchored him to her, pressing his belly into hers. He could feel every kick and push of his children as they swam and played.

“Love you too, sexy Mama, “he answered, kissing her temple, and settling his wife in his arms.

He was wrong before. Life didn’t get too much better than THIS.