|What Happens in Savannah
Author: Jenna Whitefield PM
It stays in Savannah, especially when Paige and Brandon are invovled. Just a short ONESHOT spinoff.Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance - Words: 1,838 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 4 - Published: 10-26-09 - Status: Complete - id: 2734995
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Brandon was exhausted. They hadn't stopped moving since they had arrived in Savannah. Plus his plane trip the night before and the events that happened at her father's house. Not to mention that Paige had said that they should drive. Get some quality time in so that they could catch up. Now, at nearly eleven at night, they had finally gotten their room at the hotel where they'd be staying for however long until she decided that it'd be a good time to leave. Sighing, he dropped their two suitcases right inside the door as Paige made a beeline towards the loo, saying something about how the porcelain throne waits for no woman.
She was a strange one, that was for sure. But he couldn't love her any more than if he tried.
While he waited for her, he sat down on the bed, his hand reaching for the remote to flick on the telly. He wasn't really listening to the movie that was playing, instead only hearing the movements of Paige in the bathroom. Did she know that he could hear her singing Disney songs under her breath? Probably not, considering that she was always slightly embarrassed whenever he heard her sing. He always thought it was strange. Here she was, this wonderful vocalist, who charmed audiences even before ETERNAL got famous. Hell, he'd seen her break out into song at a grocery store randomly. And she got nervous around him.
Feeling a grin pull at the corners of his mouth, he let it stretch across his face. She was so adorable sometimes. The smile froze when he heard the shower sputter to life. "Hey," Paige called out from the door. "I'm gonna take a quick shower to get all the trip stink off of me. Would you mind putting my bag in here?"
Yes, he did mind. He'd much prefer her to actually have to come out into the room naked to get her bag herself. But, she had asked, and he should do it just because of that. Steeling himself, he opened the bathroom door and placed the suitcase right in front of the sink. She was already in the shower, and he could make out the shape of her body through the warped glass. Slightly curved stomach, long thin legs, full breasts, thick, wavy bright pink hair. The punch of desire wasn't unexpected but the strength of it made him actually take a step towards her before he could catch himself.
"Thanks," she said, seeing his distorted shape. "I'll be out in like fifteen minutes."
Even though she didn't say it, Brandon got her message. She wanted her privacy, didn't want him jumping in, no matter how much that he wanted to. "It's nothing," he said, forcing himself to leave. The click as he closed the door was final, saying that he'd have to wait. It just might kill him, but he'd wait for her.
It may have only been fifteen minutes, but it felt like fifteen years to him as he sat on the bed, trying futilely to watch the television. Finally, the water shut off. He was so taut with anticipation, he could have sworn that he heard the towel swish as she pulled it off the rod, the sounds as she dried her hair, the rustles as she dug through the suitcase that he had put in there. Closing his eyes, Brandon pictured her getting dressed in her usual sleeping attire of a tank top and shorts. Not that she'd actually end up sleeping in them. But, she still preferred to go to bed wearing some sort of pajamas, even if she knew that they wouldn't stay on her.
He smiled as he thought about what she had told him about a year ago. Her back against his chest, him holding her while they tried to catch their breath. The tank that she had worn into the bed was still halfway on her, barely covering one pale breast. "Why do you even bother with this?" he had said as he tugged on the fabric, lightly kissing her damp shoulder.
Her contented sigh had barely been audible. "It makes me feel sexy and powerful."
"When you take if off me. It's an amazing feeling. Like I could do anything." After that, she had turned to him and promptly fallen asleep so that made conversation difficult. That little insight into how her mind worked had been surprising.
The bathroom door opened, and Brandon opened his eyes, the memory fleeing as the sight before him chased it away.
It was Paige, hair still damp from her shower, wearing a sheer, pale lavender babydoll, a pair of panties visible through the material. The white lace on the top of the garment was barely holding her breasts in, the dusky tips apparent. A small, smug smile was on her lips and a faint blush on her cheeks. She looked like an angel. His amazingly beautiful, goofy, pink haired angel.
A quiet squeal escaped her mouth as he reached out suddenly and pulled her the rest of the way to him. Willingly, she straddled his lap as her fingers plunged into his hair, the smile growing until it stretched across her face. "I'm guessing you like it? Though it looked so much better before I dyed my hair. I didn't even think that the pink would clash. And," she leaned forward to kiss his cheek, moving back before he could turn his head to kiss her properly. "I'm sorry for practically torturing you earlier. I actually meant to take my suitcase in the bathroom with me and forgot but I was already wet and didn't trust myself to not jump you if I actually came out in a towel."
"Torture?" he choked out, a hand reaching upwards to clasp the back of her neck. "Trust me, love, that was so much worse than torture." Not giving her the chance to answer, he pulled her forward, lips seeking hers. Hers were already parted. The kiss was heated and more than just a little bit rough. When he pulled back, she wasn't the only one breathing heavily. "I damn near died from wanting you."
Chuckling, she put a hand on his chest, where she could feel the desperate beating of his heart. "I'm sorry. Now, whatever could I do to make it up to you?" Her eyes were mischievous. "Wait, I have an idea." Kissing him again, she arched against him, and he felt the crushed curves of her breasts. Before he could fully register that, she ground against him, cradling his hardness with the soft flesh between her thighs. The sensations snapped his control. Groaning her name, deep in his throat, he flipped them over so that he was hovering above her soft, delicate form. Her lips curved into another smile as her arms wrapped around his shoulders.
He let a hand wander up her side, to her ribs, pausing at that edge of lace at the top of the babydoll. Curling his fingers into the silky fabric, he tugged it down, freeing one breast. She moaned when he cupped it, breaking free of their kiss to nibble down her neck. Her pulse was fluttering, like a bird. Lightly, he nipped it with his teeth, immediately soothing the bite with closed lipped kiss to the spot. Restlessly, her hips moved against him, before she parted her legs to wrap them around his waist. When her hips lifted eagerly against him, he gave a choked groan.
He had to have her. And he had to have her now.
"I…I can't wait," he mumbled in her ear, as he tugged up the bottom of her wonderfully sinful babydoll.
She chuckled, her hands moving down his back and then to the front of his jeans to tug at his belt and zipper. Soon she had them undone, and her hand plunged inside and stroked him. The groan tumbled free from his chest and his head dropped down to her shoulder. "Maybe I don't want you to wait," she breathed, arching against him again.
Lifting his head, he reclaimed her lips again, reaching between her legs to move the scrap of her panties aside. Pushing her hands away from him, he thrust inside her with one sure movement of his hips. The shock of her heat around him shot through him and made stopping impossible. She met his every thrust and moaned with each prolonged moment of contact between them. Wanting her to climax first, he suckled her breast, reaching between them to rub that tender spot above where they were joined. The reaction was immediate as she clenched around him, screaming as she tumbled over the edge. It didn't take much longer for him to join her.
Still caught up in the aftermath, they lay there, panting. "You're…not very gentlemanly," Paige muttered while her fingers combed through his hair again.
"What?" he couldn't much more out than a pant. It amazed him that he had actually lasted that long, considering that he hadn't seen her in nearly eleven months.
"Look at you, all still dressed. Not that I'm complaining." Even as she spoke, her hands moved from their spot clutching at his hips to the hem of the tee he was wearing. "Still, I love it when you're naked." she paused, pulling the shirt nearly off him, it only being stopped by his arms. "Let me see you naked."
More than eager to oblige, he rolled them over so she was atop him. "Fine then, love," he mumbled, reaching up to cup her breasts. "Only if you return the favor."
The rest of the week was amazing, and Brandon knew that he'd be going back to the memories often. During the day, they went shopping for various little knickknacks that Paige adored. And they barely got any sleep at night. No matter how much she tired him out, though, he wouldn't have wished it any other way. They even had gotten their palms read, which he thought was a complete waste of time, but it made her happy so it was worth his time.
Now they were on the drive back to Knoxville. He was staring at her while she drove, but his mind was on something completely different. Reaching into the inside pocket of the jacket he was wearing, he fingered the felt box that he had bought at a jewelry store while they were in Savannah. As soon as he had seen the ring with its clear white diamond surrounded by pink, he had thought of her. Now all that was left was when the perfect time to give it to her.
This is just to get me back in the writing mood...got stupid writer's block...ARG!