The sweetest thing begins with the guitar Twangy and slow Fingers supple on the strings A song he has not known The melody begins Rhythm starts to flow  I begin to fall into him Under his fingers He pulls with no relent The horns start Deep and strong like a man I begin to feel the tears within He exposes my soul He touches, reaches in Piercing depths so low I begin to moan Fingers on the piano keys Deliberate and slow He...

He's talking to me, or trying, but the music is too loud. We stay behind, holding hands as his friends walk ahead of us. Our fingers are intertwined, his skin warm against mine as I kiss him, shutting him up. He smiles and pulls me into him, his lips crushing mine. His strong arms tighten around my waist before picking me up, making me wrap my legs around his waist. "Hehe, control yourself, baby," I mumble into his year,...

**Most of these are the first lines from songs with a few joining words here and there. It might not flow but I had fun playing with it ;) **I can hear the turning of the key, Far apart with the millions around us, For awhile, to love was all we could do, Now I'm lying alone with my head on the phone And I read the words time and time again, Wishing I could hold you close. I thought that dreams belonged to others But I da...

The wind whistled a mellow tune as red-gold hair danced in the spring air, a symphony of waves played into the winds bitter sweet melody. Fabric twisted and cracked in the air, as ghostly patterns of golden sunshine appeared. Her heart longed for her light, as the sky turned into swirls of orange and pink under a blue velvet blanket of stars. Pale stone pressing against soft pink flesh. Oh this sweet lady closing her eyes...

Boom, boom, boom,ba-da-da, ba-da-da, boom, boom boom, whoomp Boom, boom, boom, ba-da-da, ba-da-da, boom, boom boom, whoompBoom, boom, boom, ba-da-da, ba-da-da, boom, boom boom, whoomp…Fucking shit, she thought. It’s 9 P.M. on a Sunday night and people have real jobs where they need sleep in order to function the next day? This is just ridiculous! I’ve got to get some sleep! After laying in bed, Anna decides to go across t...

I feel you draw near as I watch the stars move across the sky and travel with them in light years of space and empty dreams. your warmth, your aura, your breath envelops me drawing me back into the earthly realm. music plays in a room of smoke and mirrors and fills me with you. we move to a rhythm that belongs to us and your hands play my body. fingers caress my breasts and pull my clothes aside to touch flesh made sensit...

You think you have hidden your faint smile of satisfaction as I come to you.... stand in the spot you have indicated. But I see it. I understand it. I will do what I must. My body glows pale and pink in the faint light of this room... this chamber of the High King. You tell me to dance and the sensuous skin of my beckoning body begins to move like a river of music and brushstrokes. The colors are perfect and feminine and...

Ryan covered a yawn as she walked into the hotel lobby. The show had gone well and she was beat. Tired enough, she had decided, to head back to her room while the others hung out somewhere. Her fatigue must have shown, since none of them had made more than a token effort to convince her to go with them. She pondered that in the elevator. It was unlike Lara to leave her alone these days. Ever since the day Lara had forced...

Brody was bored. He stared up at the ceiling, wondering just how bored he could get. It was the middle of July and no one was around. Mark was gone for the summer, Bax and his family had returned to Boston and Ryan was on tour. Last he'd talked to his parents, they'd suggested he come to Michigan for a while, but he'd said no. There was no reason, he told himself. He was not going to change his plans just because Ryan had...

"Did you have a good time?" Brody asked. "Yeah, I did. Thanks for taking me." Ryan smiled to cover the awkwardness she felt. It had been a nice evening, despite the undercurrent of tension between her and Brody. They'd been able to ignore it while with Bax's family but there was no hiding from it now. "Not a problem. I mean, Bax invited both of us and I don't mind driving." "Good." They fell silent as Brody drove. Ryan st...

Lara looked at Ryan over the top of her latté. "You guys fought over a tour again?" "Well, we didn't exactly fight," Ryan said with a rueful smile. "I got out before it became a fight. But there was definitely a difference of opinion." "What happened?" "I already told you. Brody got upset when he realized I would be gone the rest of the summer. Then I got upset and left. I just knew if I stayed and we kept talking, it wou...

Brody checked the lasagna while he waited for Ryan. He hoped she hadn't gotten stuck in traffic, although he figured she'd call if something like that happened. It seemed strange that the six weeks were over. The only thing wrong was that he wasn't still playing hockey. Not that he would be even if the team was still in the playoffs. He was improving and would try skating again the next week. Still, he chafed at the restr...

Ryan found herself with time on her hands. The sound check was finished for their next show and she'd had lunch. With a few empty hours in front of her, she considered a swim in the hotel's pool. Upon inspection, she rejected the idea. Green water was a nice decorative touch, but not something she wanted to swim in. She hoped Brody would call soon; she'd texted him a while ago but had held off on calling. When her phone r...

After watching Brody suffer his concussion, Ryan could not sleep. She laid in bed and dozed fitfully at best, giving up around seven a.m. She dressed quietly to avoid waking Lara and went for a walk. After close to an hour, she still was not ready to return to the hotel. She found a diner a block away and went in and ordered some coffee. When her phone rang, she grabbed for it. "Hello." "Hi, Ryan? This is Bax. Chuck Baxte...