Legends

Brian was staring at his glass. His third coke was finish. He moved the glass between his finger. He didn't want to look anywhere else.

She wasn't there. What he did wasn't enough. After all, that CD thing was silly, stupid. He closed his eyes.

He felt a hand on his shoulder. The bartender was surely asking him to leave. He turned to the guy, to tell him he was going to stay, when he met two beautiful blue eyes.

His body reacted before his head could think. In one second, he turned around, stood up, put his arms around Romane, held her close, and hid his face in her neck. Romane's eyes went wide. But she smiled. She pulled her arms around him. She had missed him so much.

He was breathing in and out deeply and slowly, as if he was trying to engrave her sent in his memory. His hands were on her back, holding her close to his body.

"Bri..." she whispered. "Everyone is looking at us...."

He knew she was blushing, and smiled wide.

"I don't care, I've missed you." As he spoke, his breath made Romane shivers. She blushed even more.

"I've missed you too..." she whispered, bright red.

He smiled. "But?"

"But people are still staring..."

He chuckled.

"You would rather go back to mine to talk?" He asked.

She nodded.

Slowly, he pulled away, but kept his arm around her waist. They walked to his car. He was smiling. She was here. Okay, they weren't back together, but still.

They sat in the car, and Brian started the engine. His apartment wasn't far away from there.

"I told the guys to leave, since I wanted to be alone with you... I figured out you would prefer..."

She looked at her hands. Yeah, that's for tonight. We're gonna have sex.

They had told him they would be back tomorrow, through. They didn't want to leave him alone for too long.

Once the car was parked, they walked to his door. He opened it, and they walked inside.

Without really thinking about it, Brian led Romane to the living room. Her eyes went wide. The TV was missing, and a disgusting smell of alcohol attacked them. He scratched the back of his neck.

"I guess we go to my room" he said.

He walked to the back of the apartment. He walked before the door of his room, but didn't stop, and remained walking. She frowned, and stopped.

He turned to her, and saw she was looking at the closed door of his room.

"I-I... I sleep in the guest room, now... i-its better." He looked away. Would she think he was crazy if she saw the destroyed bed? The guys had cleaned the TV, thankfully.

She frowned but nodded. She was nervous. She couldn't help but think about what would happen in this room. It won't be like with Arthur. It will be better. But how much?...

She took a deep breath a sat down on the bed. He took off his shoes, and sat on the bed, his leg crossed, in front of her. She sat the same way.

He took her hand, then breathed deeply.

"I'm so sorry for what I did, Romane." He had trained a hundred times to know what to say, but at this very second, nothing seemed good. "I... I fucked up. I was drunk and I... it don't excuse me, but still...." He breathed deep. "I'm sorry. I have no memory of that girl. I was completely wasted, and I'm so sorry." He kept his head low. "I promise you I won't do that again and.." her hand on his shoulder made him stop. He looked up at her. She was smiling.

"It's okay, Bri. You were completely wasted." She took a deep breath to give herself courage. "We weren't really together... so it's okay."

"Really?" He asked. She nodded. He smiled.

Silence filled the room. None of them knew what to say to the other. Brian took a deep breath.

"I know I'm not... like, the best guy with relationships, but maybe we could... if you don't want, it's okay, I mean, I would understand, but, you know..." he was looking away from her, and saying incoherent words. He stopped to take a deep breath. "Do you want to start something with me? I know I've fucked up, but... it was so... great, before... I mean, when we were touring. I miss you, and I can't sleep like I slept when you were next to me" he lightly blushed at the end. She blushed hard, and smiled.

"I would love to." She whispered. A wide smile appeared on his features. He took her in his arms, holding her close. She blushed. Here we are...

He pulled his forehead against hers. They were staring into each others eyes. He could see something was bothering her. Like she was decided. He didn't know why, but let it alone. He had other things to care about. Her perfect lips, for example.

"Can I kiss you?" He whispered, his lips only less than inches apart.

She nodded imperceptibly.

His two hands went to her cheeks. Cupping her face. Their lips met slowly. At first, he didn't move his lips. But after some second, he really wanted to kiss her. So his lips started to move in sync with Romane's ones. His hands were holding her close, by the back of her head. He was trying his best to not loose control. It would be really bad if he lost it. The kiss went more heated. No tongue involved, but still. He felt her moving. She pulled away, to pull her shirt over her head.

He stared at her almost naked upper body. She was skinnier than he remembered. Her ribs were clearly visible. And her tattooed breast too. She was wearing a black bra.

He was staring.

After some second of silence, she hugged herself, bright red. Had she done something wrong? She knew what they were going to do, so she wanted to tell him she was ready and okay...

"What... what did you just do?" He asked, his eyes fixed on her body.

"Remove my shirt" she whispered.

He looked up at her face. "Yeah but... Why?"

She looked down, her hands covering her body.

"I... I know you want that... I'm o-okay with that... if-if to be with you, we have to... then I will let you."

He stared at her way too long for her liking.

"Romane, I would never do that if you're not ready." He finally said. He really didn't know how to explain how he felt, what he was thinking.

"I know... but I am." She lied.

He put his hand on her shoulder. She jumped a little.

"See? You're not."

Her head fell down. He saw his shoulder moving, and his eyes went wide as he realized she was crying.

"Don't cry" he said, as he took her on his lap, lacing his arms around her petite frame. She hid her face in his shoulder. "Shhh, Ro"

"Are-are you gonna l-leave me?" She asked through her cries. He pulled her head out of his shoulder, and made her look at him. With his hand he pushed the tears away and with the other he stroked her back. "Romane, I would never leave you. I can live without sex, you know?"

"B-but if you came to that girl it was because you hadn't ... in a while" she couldn't say the word. She knew he understood what she was talking about, and that was enough.

"It was because I was wasted, Ro. I don't care about sex. You have all your time to be ready."

"And what if I'm never ready?"

He frowned. "Why would you never be?"

"It hurt so much.... I don't understand why people do it..."

"How can you tell, you've never did it" he said with a sweet voice.

"You're wrong... Arthur... he..." he pulled his finger on her mouth to stop her.

"It wasn't a second making love, Ro. You never did that, and you'll understand why people love it, after." He slowly stroked her cheek. "And we'll wait until you're ready, okay?" He said with a smile.

She threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him. He smiled into the kiss.

"Wanna sleep?" He asked once they parted. She nodded. Then blushed.

"I don't have a pyjama...."

He smiled. "Take one of my shirts"

He stood up, and gave her one of his big shirt. He couldn't help but let his eyes wander on her body. She was a little skinny, but so beautiful. And her tattooed breast seemed to be absolutely gorgeous. She turned around, to take out her bra, and put on his shirt. Even if he had already seen her naked, she was still not comfortable with changing in front of him. He was looking at her body, right before she covered it. To him, she was perfect. She went in his bed, covering herself with the cover. He took out his shirt, and jeans, before turning the lights off, and hopping under the covers. He went next to her. She had her back to his chest, being the smaller spoon. His arms hugged her close.

"I've missed you." He whispered. She smiled.

"Can I ask you something?" She asked, being more brave because of the darkness.

"Anything" he whispered back.

"Why are we sleeping in your guest room, instead of your own?"

He sighed. He didn't really want to tell her. But it wasn't like he had to choose.

"Well... you know, after you left... I... started to..."

"Drink, the guys told me" she whispered to vet him out of his confusion.

He hoped nobody told her about the drugs. He knew how she felt towards it.

"Yeah... and when the guys came, I jut wanted to be alone, do I went to my bed room... and the bed just gave me too much memories, and because of the alcohol in my blood, I kinda pushed it off the floor. Broke two heels." He paused and finally said. "I hadn't came back in since. "

She stayed silent, then she asked.

"And your TV?"

"Well... I was drunk too, and a song of Ed Sheeran was on TV... he made me think about you, since you listen to him all the time. It was the song Drunk. It was exactly how I felt, and it was too much to handle for my drunken self. I threw the empty bottle of alcohol on it, and destroyed it.". He explained.

"I'm sorry" she whispered.

"Why are you sorry for?" He asked, confused.

"It's my fault... if I hadn't overreacted, you would be sleeping in your bed and you would still have your TV."

"Ro, you never overreacted! It's quite the opposite actually, you forgive me! I don't deserve another chance."

She blushed, hid by the darkness and stayed silent.

"I don't give a shit about my TV or the bed. I'm just happy you're here, and lucky to be your boyfriend."

Boyfriend. She repeated it in her mind. Boyfriend.

"I promise you that this time, I am and I will be completely yours."

Once again she didn't said a word. Her heart was racing from his words. She felt his lips on her shoulder. They climbed to the side of her neck. His hands were around her waist.

"Turn around, Ro" he whispered. She blushed and did as she was told. She really didn't know what was coming next. He said he was okay with no sex for now.

She felt his hands cupping her face. His noise touched hers. She couldn't see him, in the dark. But somehow it gave her courage. Her hands went to his hair. Her thumb stroking his temple. She heard him chuckle. She felt his hot breath on her lips. She shivered.

"I love you, Romane."

Her breath stopped. Her heart was racing.

His lips were on hers. It took her two seconds to kiss him back. They kissed passionately, as her hands gripped his hair, keeping him close. He had one of his cupping her face, and the other was on her waist, hugging her close.

He was trying to not loose control. To not do anything inappropriate. But damn that was hard. Her lips felt so nice on his... one of her hands went on his naked chest. And that drove him over the age.

His mouth opened, and his tongue licked her lips. Shit! He was about to back away from her, when he felt her lips parting. His hands tightened on her hips, as their tongue met. Her taste surrounded him. He took him all of his self-control to not go on the top of her, and fuck her. He kept his lower self away from hers, for obvious reasons.

God, this girl is gonna be the death of me.