After the concert the adrenalin was still whipping through my veins. I had only been watching from the side of the stage but it made no difference, it was still incredible. To watch the band grace the stage and play their unique music affected me every time.
I was navigating my way through the maze of corridors backstage just hoping to find him before he locked himself away. I knew that whenever he had an intense performance Adrian liked to be alone in his room for a while afterwards. Finally I caught a glimpse of James, and I tapped him on the shoulder. "Hey, did you see where Adrian went?" He turned, smiled at me with that cheeky smile and pointed down the hall to his dressing room. I stared at the charismatic guitar player's face for a moment, taking in his breathtaking looks, straggly hair and smudged eyeliner, before turning and making my way to Adrian.
I took a deep breath before softly knocking on his door. I gazed at the plain black door, waiting for a response, and then his voice, barely audible, came from within. "Is that you Juliet?" I almost shivered at the way he said my name. "Yeah it's me, let me in Adrian." I heard noises from inside the room and the door slowly opened and I walked in. He closed the door behind me and I finally looked at him properly. As usual after a show he was slightly dishevelled and jumpy. He wore a black kilt and had obviously just thrown off his shirt. He looked into my eyes and I found myself being lost in the dark brown of his own. "I saw you watching", he said quietly, glancing down at the floor. "It was an awesome show Adrian, you and the guys were amazing."
He was still looking at the floor. "Thanks. I'm so fucking tired."
He laughed a little at himself and I laughed too. He stepped a bit closer to me and I suddenly felt nervous again. I looked up into his eyes and as I did he put his hands around my waist. I couldn't help my body's reaction to his touch, goose bumps rose, hairs stood on end and I trembled from head to toe. I took a rattling breath in, not only to settle myself but to smell him, his unique smell which drove my senses insane. I rested my head on his chest, listening to his heart beat and enjoying the way we held each other. I needed to feel him and he needed me when he was vulnerable.
"How tired are you?" I said, hoping to get a reaction from him. He pulled me back to look at his face again,
"Not too tired I don't think." He smiled and my knees went to jelly.
"Sit down baby girl; I'll get you something to drink." I went over and sat on his black, velvet covered couch while he poured us both a Sprite. Since Adrian had gone sober that was his favourite thing after a show. I watched him as he walked over; his shy manner, long black dreads, beautiful body and pale skin. I loved everything about him.
When he sat down, he sat very close to me, the whole side of his body touching mine. Another shiver went through me as I could feel his body's warmth through my own clothes and I could smell him even stronger now. When we first met I remember how he told me that he liked my multiple personalities, sometimes shy and sometimes bold. It was a lot like him. He was so strong and commanding on stage but otherwise he was soft-spoken and introverted. "You look beautiful baby girl; I always love what you wear." I smiled at him appreciating my gothic look. Tonight I was wearing a black shirt with a skull design, a short black mini skirt, striped stockings and knee-high boots. I had my hair tied up in two simple bunches which he was quick to unclip. My unruly black hair fell to my shoulders and he ran his fingers through it. "So what did you get up to today baby girl?" I had to concentrate on breathing to answer him as he continued to play with my hair.
"I got up late, cleaned a bit, mostly just had a lazy day without you baby. How was the interview?" He didn't look into my eyes as he spoke; he concentrated on lightly touching my neck above my shirt.
"It was fine, same as any other day. I missed you today though." I moaned a little, as I had no voice at this point. "What did you think of the show? Did we play okay?" His fingertips brushed up and down my neck as he searched for reassurance.
"It was so intense," I began with a trembling voice, "I could feel the music, feel you baby." I was telling the truth, their music was divine to me; it touched me in a way I couldn't describe.
"Hmm, where exactly did you feel me baby?" I knew from his tone that this was turning him on so I spoke softly but confidently.
"When you sing soft it makes me shiver." He nodded for me to continue. "When you growl low and rough, it turns me on so much." With his other hand he worked his way under my shirt to my stomach. "All the sounds you make on stage are so; it just makes me think of sex."
"Where do you feel it all the most? Show me baby girl."
I put my hand over his and took it down over my skirt, up my leg and touched myself with his fingers and my own.
"Oh, I can feel it makes you wet baby girl. Does the sound of my voice turn you on that much?" I nodded; he pushed my hand away and began to softly stroke me through my underwear. I moaned and gasped, warmth emanating throughout my body, centring on where he was touching me.
"I want to kiss you Adrian, please." Still with his hand under my skirt he leaned over and softly touched his lips to mine.