Storm holds my hand as we walk off stage. The people are still chanting. It was amazing, we make our way to the back room, and have a seat, I drink a glass of sparkling water, Storm too, it takes alot to belt out those songs.
Jill and the guys are so knackered, it's hectic playing like that. "Angel, that was phenomenal."
"I know right," I say grinning, I have a stupid smile on my face.
"Guys this was insane," Dom says, they laugh.
"Yeah playing a song we recorded two days ago live, yeah it was insane, beyond intense." Jill says.
"Did I say anything wrong? It was live TV, " I ask them.
"No angel, you were great."
"Oliver what did you think?" I ask him.
"Girl that was crazy, you were amazing in the interview and absolutely a rockstar when you performed." Oliver comes over and bends to hug me.
"Storm I need my painkillers," I say holding my side.
"Jill," Storm calls.
"On it Storm." Jill hands it to me and I drink them, I'm in pain, it's only been a few days.
"Angel, one more time you need to smile, we have to do some shots outside and a some autographs, ten minutes tops just hold onto my hand or Oliver's," Storm says rather worried.
"I can handle that," I say with a brave face.
We walk outside and the fans are going crazy.
'Emily you look amazing'
'Emily, Storm take a picture'
'You sounded amazing Emily and Storm'
'The Wicked you guys Rock!'
We take a group photo and sign some autographs and we head for the limo, Oliver is holding my hand, he helps me into the limo. Storm sits next to me so I can lean on him, we make our way to the Hotel, "you guys go party angel needs to rest."
Dom answers, "man if you need anything call us and we will be back."
"Thanks man."Storm answers. The band goes out and Storm picks me up and carries me to the bedroom, "how are you feeling love?"
"I'm alright, the painkillers are working, I want a warm shower and my man," I say sming.
He laughs, "let's have a shower." We kiss a bit in the shower, and fool around, but we don't have sex, we just enjoy eachother.
I put on a t-shirt and panties, Storm orders us room service, burgers and sweet potato fries and milkshakes. We get the food and it's ten pm and I see the rebroadcast of Tonight Live show is on when our food arrives and we settle in, and we watch the show. "Angel you are so hot, you done it with sore ribs, can't even tell," Storm says in awe.
I giggle, "thank you, you definitely are not too bad yourself, I think I saw a woman faint," I joke and he chuckles, our performance comes on and it really is very good.
"Angel, we are amazing together."
"I know, I never would have thought in my wildest dreams that I would be Storm Michaels girlfriend, let alone sing with you on occasion and sitting in bed having burgers and fries," I say astonished.
"Don't forget the amazing sex!" Storm winks an eye.
I laugh, "yes of course with amazing sex."
"I hope I'm better in real life," Storm says with a pout.
I burst out laughing, "there's nothing like having sex with Storm Lance Michaels, a sex God!"
"You got that right baby," Storm smugly answers and I throw him with a fry.
"You never had girlfriends?" I ask knowing he said this before but I ask anyway.
"Nope, I wasn't interested except for Vanessa, lord knows that was just drugs and a really messed up time, I barely remember all of it." Storm says with a frown.
I look at him, "I thought you were a real rock star having one night stands living it up, you're quite different," I say not believing my luck.
Storm sighs, relaxing a bit, "I was never one to sleep around, that was Jill and Carter, Dom is Bi so he was chilled. But it's not that I haven't had offers or temptation, and yes I fell into the trap literally only once or twice, it was fucking awkward, but not my thing angel."
I can't help but feel even more relieved, "I think we were meant to be," I whisper.
"I think so too," Storm says as I give a yawn. "Looks like someone is tired," he says smiling.
"Yeah and that bodysuit really done a number on my ribs." I rub my side.
"Let me rub some arnica on it for you it sooths things," Storm says slapping my butt, I nod, why not. He gets it out and he lifts my t-shirt and starts rubbing carefully and methodically, Storm can be a bit OCD about some things. He's so gentle, and he kisses my belly and rests his hand on my tummy. He's done.
He kisses me lower, "Storm.." I whisper, I feel my panties move to the side, and his fingers explore, I moan a bit "Storm..." I say again, and he pulls them aside and flicks his tongue there.
"I can't help myself, it's that dress you had on..." and he flicks his tongue again. I moan loudly. "You were and are so hot," his fingers and tongue moving slowly. "I felt like a hormonal teenager," he continues his torture pulls off my panties lightly, now his whole mouth is on me.
"Oh Storm," he doesn't stop, I feel it building, "Storm..." I say his name like prayer, begging, pleading for what I don't know, and I feel his tongue move deeper and I'm lost I cry out and climax hard my entire body shaking and he let's me ride it out and stops when my body relaxes. "Wow," I say breathing rather hard.
"Sex God baby," he says with pride.
I giggle, "I want you," I whisper.
"Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you," Storm says slightly worried. I look down at his huge bulge.
"I'm definitely sure," I answer.
He wiggles out of his pants, and moves on top of me opening my legs wide, and he enters me, "oh baby..." he says with a groan. He starts moving and goes harder but weary a bit, he doesn't want to hurt me, "fuck love."
"Storm harder!" I scream and he goes harder kissing me, "Storm I'm.. Oh God!" I explode all around him, and he goes harder until he comes.
"Shit love," he breathes heavily, and he slows down and we kiss so deeply and passionately. He gets off me carefully, and lays next to me. He helps me up and I go to the bathroom, I come back and cuddle up to him he strokes my hair, and I pass out cold.
The next morning we wake up and decide we are going to explore New York a bit, I want to enjoy my break, Storm insists on taking me shopping, but I think secretly he likes it. The man has a closet the size of a small apartment. He got up before me he's in the shower, I'm watching TV, he wants to go have breakfast out, spend the day together before we fly back.
I see the show went incredibly well, E! News is raving about it, and analysing our outfits and apparently mine is on point. I have never really been on except for the Grammy's and AMA's, but apparently I looked hot last night and Storm was also extremely handsome and they are shocked he's not in his more goth attire. I hear him before I see him, "I told you that you looked incredible last night," he walks in with just a towel on, loose wet hair, body still damp.
"Are you trying to make my heart stop?" I ask drooling and he laughs. "I have it bad Mr Michaels, and so does the rest of the world with you walking out in Armani last night."
"What can I say I'm a sexy beast," he jokes and he flexes his muscles, I giggle and he pulls me down the bed and I slide on the silk sheets.
He leans over me and gives me a kiss, slaps me on the butt, "go get ready, we are going to leave soon angel."
I sigh, "ok..." I get up and pull his towel and it falls, "nice ass."
He looks back and winks, "but of course!"
I laugh and tease him, "asshole!" He breaks out in laughter. I have a shower and wash my hair, shave my legs and things, I need a wax soon, I brush my teeth again, now I know why I don't drink so much coffee. I get done towel dry my hair and walk into the room, Storm is lounging on the bed. "Are you not getting dressed?" I ask confused.
He points to the TV, "the world loves you, I don't blame them," Storm observes and I roll my eyes.
"Get your sexy toned ass up," he gets up and lifts his towel and laughs, I blow dry my hair and straighten it. I get dressed. I put on black skinny jeans, a black body suit that looks like a tank top and my black short trench coat and a black knee length high boot. I take my black Birkin that Jill got me for Christmas. I put in small silver hoops, natural make up and a maroon lip. Storm has an indigo blue jean on, a black ankle boot and a black t-shirt with his leather jacket, loose hair.
"Love are you ready?" He asks.
"I'm done handsome," I answer.
"You are so beautiful," Storm says and kisses me. "Ready to buy some stuff?" He asks.
I laugh, "yeah", even though I have a limitless trustfund Storm still wants to buy me things. We head out and take Ken and another guy with us, he's new and his name is Damon.
Ken is driving us because New York is crazy, we go to Buvette Gastrotheque, we should have some peace there, we order the waffles and pancakes, eggs bacon, and we have decaff cappuccino, the bodyguards are having breakfast too, but we have a barrier around us, not noticeable really. We have a few fans come up to want pictures with Storm and some with me, I even take it for them. There is one woman she looks to be about twenty-six or so, she is too hands on with Storm. He looks uncomfortable but he doesn't want to go to his usual rudeness because he is trying to keep a better image in public, but when she slips her number nearly in his pants and I trip, "excuse me lady, my Boyfriend and I are trying to have breakfast not get his fucking crotch groped by some random stalker! I suggest you take your God damn hands off him!" I practically shout.
She gets a shock, "you're just jealous," she says and I'm in shock and laugh.
"Of you? Hardly, now fuck off!" I say rudely. Ken takes her by the arm and pulls her out the Cafe.
"Love thanks, I didn't want to cuss a woman out, but you're hot when your jealous and angry." Storm says smiling.
"What can I say she touched what's mine," I say shrugging, he smiles a huge smile, and after all this time, I still get lost in it.
After a long breakfast with fans and paparazzi bothering us, we make our way to New Yorks finest fashion, Gucci and Dior are my go too's, and I buy a good couple of things, they close stores for celebrities, so cool, and we go into Calvin Klein for Storm, and I go to VB to get some jeans, her fashion is so simple and beautiful, we make our way down to Dolce custom, because storm needs more suits. Prada is the next stop, and then we go too kind of everyday clothing we both like, Armani, Celine and Valentino are the last stops. We have been out for hours, we skipped lunch, so we are starving, we call the group to see if they would like to join us for dinner. They are all for it so we decide to go to Kurumazushi for dinner, we all agreed on sushi, the restaurant is so beautiful, and we shouldn't get too bothered here, since we spot a few celebrities. We have an awesome dinner but the group is quiet, reason being, they are all still pretty hungover.
Our flight is at nine pm so we quickly run back to the Hotel and get our things ready, all packed and we all make our way over to Storm's plane. We settle in for the short flight. "Storm you spent an obscene amount of money today, you do know I have money right?" I scold him.
"Love, I have so much money I couldn't even spend it in my life time, so spoiling you and buying clothes and things are fine, please don't worry about it, we live pretty normally except for the big house, so once in a while let me spoil you," Storm scolds back.
I smile, "ok my love, even though you know I'm not that kind of girl."
He kisses me softly, "I know." We settle and watch a movie, before we know it, we are home in Boston, we leave tomorrow morning for Ireland and France, I'm so excited, Storm's birthday will be two days from now so I don't want him to be in a plane on his birthday.
We land and go back home it's super late and our flight is at eight am. Three hours sleep, great. We have a quick shower and go straight to bed, Maria has packed our bags and we put some of our purchases in it. We wake up get dressed in just sweatpants sneakers and hooded tops, its going to be cold since it's Fall there. It's a six hour flight, so we can sleep on the plane, we board and we are off at eight exactly. I asked Oliver to send the gifts to the Hotel so Storm doesn't see it, a 1963 Black Stratocaster in the box with all the trimmings, costing $33000 and an Olympic white Stratocaster, costing $23000 and signed by Angus Young. I couldn't resist getting him two. They are tucked safely away in the Hotel safe. We have a small breakfast on the plane and fall asleep on of the plush couches cuddled together under a blanket. The stewardess wakes us, we are about to land and it's two pm in Dublin.
We get into the Audi SUV and make our way to the hotel, Storm seems so cheery, and talking non stop, "so are you telling me what hotel we are staying at?" Storm asks all giddy.
I smile at him, "ok, we are staying at the Conrad Dublin Hotel in the Premier King with a view, a beautiful modern room, I thought you might like that it's a beautiful hotel."
"Good choice angel." As we drive he shows me the places the band used to visit when they were first starting out, I love seeing him so happy, what he doesn't know is that they are flying in for his birthday, since Jill and the boys know all their hangouts, and I could use my best friend for a day or two. I have a small dinner set up, intimate friends well more like our family now the way he likes it. We arrive at the hotel, and make our way to the room, Ken and Damon are already here, and they escort us.
"I love it angel, thank you," Storm says looking happy.
"Just wait till tomorrow," I say mysteriously.
"I never celebrated my birthdays, it's the first time in many years," Storm whispers.
I hug him as tight as I can, "well I'm here and we are celebrating, I didn't ask last year because you didn't want to talk about it, but this year is different," I answer and he smiles at me, a warm smile.
"We have three days here and two in France," I happily state.
"You went all out angel," Storm gets emotional.
"Only the best for my dark Prince."