Reliving the Nightmare

♡BRIAN'S POV♡

I climbed onto the bed, positioning myself above Lola so that I was pressed against her, but without pushing my full weight on her. She captured my mouth with hers again and we moved together, our hands roaming all over each other. We explored each other languidly, as i savoured the feeling of her being in my arms.

If it had been any other girl, I would have started undressing her right away so we could get it over with. But I didn't feel that urgency with Lola. I mean, obviously I was turned on and wanted more because I was a man, but I was content with just kissing her. I could have kissed her for hours and not gone any further.

Except Lola had other ideas. She twisted her leg so it was entwined with my own then started pulling off my shirt. I sucked in a breath when her cool hands brushed the skin just above the line of my jeans and raised my head to pray to God that I had the strength to stop this. Her hands trailed up my chest, dragging my shirt with it and she smiled in appreciation at my semi decent abs. After the last tour, I had noticed that Zack was starting to overtake me on physical fitness so I had hit the gym pretty hard.

She raised her ocean blue eyes to meet mine, and quirked her plump lips in a devious smile, then lowered her head to my stomach.

Oh shit.

I knew that if those juicy lips touched my skin I wouldn't be able to control anything that happened after that. I needed to stop this passionate torture before I succumbed to the beautiful pain.

"Hey, baby," I pulled away from her before her lips reached my stomach and I put my hands on her shoulders after I had readjusted my T-shirt on myself.

She looked up at me nervously and clasped her hands on my lap.

"What's wrong? Did I do something wrong? I'm sorry, I'm just not used to-" she babbled, looking like she was going to start crying.

"You were perfect," I assured her, giving her a sweet kiss in the forehead without igniting the dangerous spark between us. "I know that you're legal and all that shit because we're in Scotland but I just think we're moving too fast and I want to make every moment between us as special as it can be. And I don't think hurried sex in a crappy hotel is very special."

She stared at me suspiciously and played with the bedsheets, scrunching them and then smoothing them out again.

"Ok so I'm not the most experienced person when it comes to this stuff, but from what I've heard, I'm pretty sure no guy ever refuses sex when he's offered it. So why are you refusing me?" she asked, her voice growing softer with every word, as if she didn't really want to hear the answer.

I grabbed her small hands to stop her fidgeting and replied honestly, "I'm not refusing you, Lola. I want you, believe me when I say that because I can't express how much I want you." I laughed at her happy smile when I told her that.

"And I want you too. So what's the problem?" she whined, collapsing back on the bed.

"Because you don't realise what it means! Sex for a young girl isn't like sex for an older guy like me. You don't know it yet, but your first time should be with someone you really love. And if that guy is eventually me, then I want us both to be completely and utterly sure." I expressed passionately.

If I was being honest, I was trying to protect her virtue. I felt responsible for maintaining her happy go lucky, enthusiastic approach at life, and what if once we had sex she realised that I wasn't worth it and regretted that she'd given up her virginity to a man she didn't love? I had to protect her from myself.

"How do you know I'm a virgin?" she raised an eyebrow suggestively and hitched up the skirt of her dress, exposing a the top of her slender thigh.

Where had this little minx come from? I groaned, this was going to be a lot more difficult than I'd anticipated. I reluctantly pulled her skirt back to a modest length and ran a hand over my face.

"Please stop! Know that I'm doing this for you, because if I was doing it for me, we would be in the midst of something very pleasurable right now. And don't try to kid that you're not a virgin, I can practically smell it on you." I tapped her nose with a grin then got off the bed.

She pouted, looking very put out on the bed by herself. I grabbed a towel from the side then headed into the bathroom. I really needed to get cleaned up and changed as I had been wearing the same clothes since the show at the Hydro. I had picked up a cheap T-shirt from the shops whilst I was picking up stuff for Lola, but my jeans were going to have to last another night until we rejoined the boys tomorrow. I had left all my shit with them.

I turned on the shower then stripped my grimy shirt off. I had purposefully left the bathroom door open so that when I crossed past it with my shirt off, I heard Lola groan with frustration. I laughed evilly because I knew that I wasn't playing fair. I stripped off completely then got into the shower, sighing with pleasure when the scalding water hit my skin.

I heard padding footsteps coming into the bathroom and saw Lola's silhouette through the shower curtain. She made herself comfy on the sink ledge, swinging her legs playfully. I felt my body responding to having her so near when I was naked and I felt glad that I had remembered to pull the curtain across so she couldn't see.

"Can we get food once you're ready?" her melodic voice floated over the noise of the shower. "I don't think I've eaten since before your concert. I'm absolutely starving."

Yeah I was hungry as well, just not for food.

I kept my dirty thoughts to myself and replied with an innocent "Yeah."

She padded back out of the bathroom and I gave myself one last scrub then turned the shower off. I dried myself off and got dressed into my faded jeans and new shirt, pleased that I had picked a smart looking one. I mussed my hair up in the mirror and sighed. I missed my gel. I didn't look too awful though; my hair was at least clean and it fell into my eyes making me look kind of sexy, and the shirt showed off my tats nicely. I wouldn't look completely disgusting next to Lola, I soothed my inner doubts.

I walked out of the bathroom, still fingering my hair to get it the way I like it. I resorted to shaking it out and when I looked up, I saw Lola staring intensely at me. She bit her lip and moved towards me seductively.

"You clean up nice, Mr Gates," she teased, adjusting the collar of my shirt and smoothing the wrinkles.

"Thank you, Miss... Shit, I just realised I don't know you're last name, " I laughed awkwardly.

"Ritchie."

"Well thank you Miss Ritchie. You don't look half bad yourself," I pinched her waist and pulled her towards me.

She leaned into me and breathed deeply. "Have I ever told you how sexy your accent is?" she said, her voice ragged and uneven.

"No you haven't, but feel free to point it out whenever you want," I breathed back.

We met half way, our lips joining in a collision of passion and heat. She melted into my arms and I pulled her in tightly to me, feeling as if we could never be close enough. Her arms twined round my neck as she stood on her tiptoes to reach my mouth.

When we finally seperated, we stood quietly, leaning our foreheads together and sharing breath.

"One day," I promised her. "One day."




We left the hotel hand in hand and strolled along the street, deciding on a quaint Italian restaurant for dinner. An authentic Italian guy seated us and I loved his accent until I caught him eyeing Lola, then I hated everything about him.

She caught me glaring at him and chuckled into her napkin. She laughed harder when he came over again to give us menus and I 'accidentally' tripped him up.

"Brian you're so bad!" she jokingly scolded me as the waiter limped away.

We ordered our food and then the next hour or so was spent discussing anything and everything. She told me about her school and her friends (they all sounded like bitches) and how all her teachers loved her. We shared our childhoods, with her showing a particular interest in my guitar playing.

"I'll play one day for you," I told her after a bite of tiramisu.

"Ooh, my own personal show. I like it!" she giggled.

I asked everything I could think of about her. Her favourite colour: purple. Her favourite actor: Viggo Mortenson from Lord of the Rings. Her least favourite food: lasagne.

We kept the conversation light and funny. I laughed so hard at one point that red wine shot out of my mouth onto the white tablecloth. What a shame, I was making a mess for our waiter.

I was disappointed when she asked for the bill; I never wanted this night to end. I chucked four twenties on the table and stood up to leave.

She got up as well, but was met with the persistent Italian waiter. He lightly touched her arm and told her to come back soon.

She only giggled softly and moved away, but I stormed up to them both and said "Not bloody likely."

I pushed her out of the restaurant, ignoring her squeals of protest. We rejoined hands and strolled along the pavement.

"You know, that man was just being friendly," Lola spoke up after a couple of minutes of comfortable silence.

"Friendly my ass, he could have been friendly without laying his stinking paws on you, " I growled.

She smiled, "Do I detect a bit of jealousy, Brian?"

I snorted, "Jealousy is for people that aren't secure in their own abilities. I'm more than satisfied with myself." Then I added quieter, "I was worried that you'd flirt back though."

It was her turn to snort. "As if. He's not the man that I'm going back to a hotel to share a bed with, is he?"

I gave her a wicked grin and captured her lips in a quick kiss.

"No. He's not."

Notes

No sex for Brian! Who thinks he will last?!:)
So this was a bit of a filler chapter but it was my favourite one to write so far! I'm not sure why, maybe it's because I'm getting to know the characters a bit more...:)
Keep the comments coming guys, I'm loving them!!!
Thanks for reading,

L xxx