The Music We Make

I stood in a small, messy dressing room, desperately wanting to pace back and forth but there wasn’t much room to do so. I looked at myself in the mirror for the hundredth time, making sure my lipstick looked good and my curls were still intact. I took a deep breath, nerves bundling in my stomach as I waited.

Part of me couldn’t believe that I was here; the last 24 hours had been a total whirlwind. As soon as I hung up with Matt the other night I knew that I couldn’t just sit around and mope about my fate any longer. After hearing that song, I felt compelled to run to him, tell him I’m sorry, and to feel his lips on mine again. So that’s what I planned.

I had packed a bag, got in the car, and drove to Sacramento, where the guys would be playing their next show. During my drive I had called Andi, asking her all of the details of where the guys would be tomorrow night and where I should stay. She even helped me out my booking me a room in their same hotel. Filled with nerves and excitement, I made the six hour drive, only stopping once to get there as soon as I could.

The whole ride there I refused to let myself feel any doubts. Deep down I knew this is what I needed to do. I had been miserable at home and I needed happiness in my life again. Nonetheless, worry crept into my mind as I thought about Brian’s reaction to what I was doing. Would he be happy to see me? Or was he too angry still?

I had got to the hotel at 5am, tired beyond belief. I checked in snuck up to my room, making sure that no one would see me. After putting down my things I laid on the big bed, drifting off to sleep almost immediately. Andi had knocked on my door the following day at noon, waking me up from my deep slumber.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” she had said, hugging me as soon as I opened the door.

“Me neither,” I told her honestly with a chuckle.

“Are you doing okay? What can I do to help?” she asked, walking inside and sitting on the unmade bed.

“I’m nervous, but I know I’m doing the right thing. I just need you to help me set this up.”

She told me what the plan for the day was, where they would be each hour of the day, and together we made a plan. They had a show tonight at seven, where they were one of the openers for a bigger rock band. It had been a huge opportunity for them, and Larry had made sure to have them open with this band whenever they were in California.

So that was why I was waiting backstage in Brian’s dressing room, anxiously waiting for their set to end. Andi told me that their last song would be Unholy Confessions, so as each song passed by, I would desperately hope that the next one would be the last. I could hear the muffled songs in the background as I leaned against the door, biting my lip in nervousness.

Finally, I heard the opening riffs of one of my favorite songs through the door and instantly I felt sick, knowing that he would be back here within minutes. I moved away from the door, again looking into the mirror, making sure I looked as good as I possibly could. I wore my tight black and white striped dress with a denim button up shirt and heeled booties. I had curled my hair and put on red lipstick, but I was still worried that I hadn’t done enough.

I needed this to go perfectly. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. I needed to appear confident and sexy, not scared and timid. I leaned against the vanity with my back to the mirror, staring at the door as I waited for it to open.

The song came to an end and I could hear the cheers of the crowd. I knew the boys would stay on stage for a bit, throwing picks to people in the pit before heading out to help the Berry’s pack up their stuff. The minutes went by and felt like hours as I waited, anxious to see him after all this time.

I heard voices outside the door and I perked up, knowing that any second now he’d be in front of me. Andi had assured me that only Brian would use this room and that the other guys all had their own little nook to retreat to after the show. She let Zack in on our plan so that he would make sure Brian would come to me after the show, rather than off to a party immediately or to another room.

“Go clean yourself, Gates. Jesus Christ! You fucking stink,” I heard Zack say, making me smile. A moment later the doorknob turned.

He took two steps into the room before halting to a stop, staring straight into my eyes. The door slowly shut behind him and it was as if the world around us disappeared.

“Rosie?” he whispered, stepping closer to me. He looked incredible with his spiky black hair, torn black t-shirt and tight ripped jeans. He was sweaty, but oddly it turned me on, knowing it was because he just played a show.

“Hey,” I said awkwardly, the speech I had planned in my mind disappearing. Just seeing him here felt surreal and I didn’t know what to do or say.

“You’re here,” he simply stated, clearly in a state of shock.

I laughed and moved away from the vanity, taking a step closer to him so that we were practically touching. He reached out and brushed my hair behind my ear, as if the only way he could believe I was here was by touching me.

“I’m here,” I said softly, grabbing his hand. I held it at my side before I said, “I missed you.”

He chuckled and looked down, shaking his head. “I can’t believe you’re here.”

I didn’t feel like explaining why I was here or what my intention were right now. All I wanted was for his lips to be on mine. I took that final step closer to him and put my arms around his neck, pulling him close to me as I crashed my lips upon his. Immediately his tongue entered my mouth and I moaned, missing the taste of his tongue. His hands snaked around my waist as he pushed me towards the vanity. He lifted me so that I was sitting on it and he moved close, his groin brushing against my own as my legs wrapped around his torso.

His hands roamed up my bare legs, pushing up my dress out of the way. Without hesitation his hand was against my panties and I cried out as he touched me, already filled with an overwhelming sense of ecstasy. As he continued to kiss me he slipped a finger under the fabric, rubbing it against my clit, causing my body to shake. He slipped two fingers inside of me and I cried out, breaking away from his kisses.

“God I missed the way you feel,” Brian said gruffly as he leaned in against my neck, gently kissing it as he moved his fingers. I gripped the back of his head, pulling him away from my neck so I could kiss him again.

“I need you,” I said desperately after I moved away. I even grabbed at his wrist, pulling him out of me to show him I wanted more.

Brian unzipped his pants and pulled off my underwear, slipping himself inside of me in one swift motion. He held my hips as he fucked me, my head banging against the mirror with each thrust. I was practically screaming in pleasure, unable to contain how good it felt to have him inside of me again. I kept my legs wrapped around him and moved my hands under me to support me as he pushed inside of me.

“Fuck, Rosie,” Brian said, looking me in the eye. He moved a hand to my face, brushing his fingers against my lips before placing his hand behind my neck.

“Brian!” I yelled out, feeling myself come close to climax. I moved one of my hands to my clit, rubbing it in rhythm with his thrusts and within moments I came, my whole body shaking.

When I came down from my high, Brian slipped out of me and pulled me off the vanity, flipping me around so I was leaning over it and facing the mirror. He grabbed my ass and lifted me a bit so I was on my tip toes and glided himself back inside of me. He grabbed my hips again as he moved, looking at himself in the mirror. Seeing him fuck me from behind in the mirror sent me over the edge and right away I felt myself clench around his cock, not able to hold back how hot he made me feel. His own orgasm followed my own and his hands gripped my hips so hard I swear I would have bruises.

He stayed there for a moment to catch his breath before pulling out of me. I slowly stood and adjusted my dress, turning to face him. The two of us panting merely stared at each other, at a loss of what to say. Eventually I laughed, putting my face in my hands. He joined my laughter as he got dressed.

“You and I can’t be in the same room without fucking,” he joked, shaking his head.

“That’s not what I planned, but I’m not complaining,” I told him honestly. I found my underwear finally and slipped them back on.

There was a small couch against the wall and Brian sat down. I followed suit, sitting right next to him before he said, “You had something planned?”

I laughed and said, “Kind of. As soon as you walked through the door everything I had planned to say disappeared from my mind. But I wanted to tell you that I’m sorry.”

“Rosie-” he began to say, but I cut him off.

“No, listen. I don’t regret what happened between us. I think I needed to stay behind to learn what I wanted. I would have always wondered ‘what if’ otherwise, you know?” He nodded and I continued, “The whole time you were gone all I could think about was you. With every band I worked with I wondered what you were working on yourself. Every song I wrote was about you. Every time a new band would want one of my songs, you’re the first person I wanted to tell. Asking you about Poison and Wine was the worst, Brian. I wanted to celebrate with you, not fight with you. Even though I was accomplishing all I wanted, it didn’t even matter because I couldn’t share it with you.”

I took a moment to catch my breath, my words having spilled out of me a mile a minute. I moved closer to him and held his hands. “Brian,” I started again, “part of me stayed because I was too stubborn to realize what I need. My whole life I’ve always thought I had to do everything on my own. But when Matt called me yesterday, I knew I needed to come.”

“Matt called you?” he asked, clearly unsure of how that related.

“Don’t be mad,” I said, “but Matt called me to tell me about a song you wrote. He sang it to me. Your country song.”

He smiled a little bit and looked away, clearly embarrassed. “That bastard.”

“I wouldn’t be here right now if I hadn’t heard that song, Bri. Matt knew I needed to hear it.”

Brian sighed and said, “It is how I felt, Rosie. Even though I knew it was impossible, all I’ve wanted these past months is to leave the band to be with you. I don’t know what we could have done to make the past any better, but all I know is that every day that went by without you got worse and worse. And so one day, I couldn’t take it anymore, and I wrote you a fucking country song.”

I laughed and moved to his lap, straddling him on the couch. “I loved it,” I said softly before leaning down to kiss him.

Brian put his hands around my hips, resting them above my butt. He gave a gently squeezed and winked before saying, “I’m glad, baby. It brought you back to me.”

“And I ain’t leavin’,” I said, snuggling into his arms. This is where I was meant to be

Notes

SO SORRY for the delay!! Ah! Life got in the way.

I'm also sorry it's kind of short, but I needed to update ASAP and I wanted to finally get this chapter out. I actually had this idea planned long before I started the story, but actually putting it into words was another things all together.

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xoxo JJ