After the interview was done, and Fiona was feeling her usual confident self, Taylor pulled a fast one.
"Hey guys? Can I have a minute with Fiona?" Taylor's brothers looked at him with confused looks on their faces, then nodded before they left the room. Once they were gone, Taylor closed the door softly. "You said you have an extra question for me?" He looked into her eyes, not two breaths away.
"Ummm..."
"I could tell you wanted to ask me something, the way you kept looking at me, but I think you couldn't because of my brothers." He smiled cockilly. "So?"
"Actually, I did. I was wondering if I could- this is going to sound weird-"
"It's okay, it might not be." He inturrupted.
"Alright." She looked back up into his endless blue eyes. "I was wondering if I could touch your lips." He raised an eyebrow. "I want to feel where that amazing voice comes from. I look at your mouth all the time and wonder-"
"Sure," he said quietly. A look of suprise came into her eyes. "Did you think I'd say no to you?"
"Well, you are married-"
He lifted her left hand. "So are you."
Fiona smiled. "Then no one can tell." She reached her right hand slowly up to his slightly parted lips. She gently laid her fingertips on them, her eyes slightly larger with wonder. After a second of eye contact, he kissed her fingers. "Taylor," she whispered. And within the next instant, they were on the couch, Fiona on her back and Taylor on top of her, kissing frantically. Fiona's hands fisted in Taylor's long hair as his hands undid the button and zipper of her pants. Once Fiona cought on to what he was doing, she reached for Taylor's jeans and undid them. Within another two seconds, Taylor was inside her, hard against her soft. He let out a low moan. As he thrusted, she raised her hips to meet him over and over. His blue eyes were wild and unfocused, cought up in the feeling. Fiona tried to memorize every movement and sound he made, but it was difficult when he drove her to climax. She dug her nails into his shoulders as they took eachother over, his fingers leaving small light bruises on her hips. Their bodies vibrating, they layed together for a moment, catching their breath.
"I think that's a record for me. That's not how I usually am though." He told her, assuring her his usual performance was longer than five minutes.
"Circumstances..." She waived a hand weakly. He nodded.
"I have to go, but I want you close to me for the show after your pictures. I want to see you when I play." He said to her, looking down into her eyes. "Okay? I don't care if you have to push someone out of the way or make up a lie to get security to move them. I want you where I can see you."
"Alright." He lowered his head for a final passionate kiss, then stood up. Putting himself back together, he wiped his face and ran his hands through his hair. "Anyone asks, I showed you how many push ups I do before the show." He smiled.
Fiona laughed, redoing her pants. "Okay." He opened the door when he was sure she was ready. "Taylor?"
He stopped and looked over his shoulder. She wiped her mouth and ran her tongue over her teeth.
"Thanks." He did as she had. "This way." He led her down the hall. She stayed a step behind him. Right before she went through the door leading to the floor, Isaac passed by, stopping Taylor and Fiona.
"Tay. You okay? You look flushed."
"Yeah, I'm fine. Fiona, as reporter, said that there was a bet on hnet about how many push ups I could do, so I had to set the record straight." He grinned, lying straight to his brother's face. While this was going on, Fiona smoothed her hair. Isaac looked at Fiona, and she gave him an innocent smile.
"Forty. Impressive." She nodded. Isaac looked back to his brother, then rolled his eyes.
"Well, hurry up." Taylor nodded. He started walking in the direction they had been going, and Fiona followed, with Isaac watching them. They made a right and stopped at a door. Taylor turned around, back to the door, facing Fiona.
"Forty. Good number. Not too wimpy." He smiled. "Remember what I said?"
"Of course."
"Kay. Then through here is the side of the stage. Take your first right and go down the stairs, and that'll put you in front of the barricade. You have your pass?"
"Yeah." She pulled it out of her purse and slipped it around her neck.
"Good." He looked right, then left quickly, then cupped Fiona's face and kissed her hard. "I'll see you out there." Fiona could only nod as he opened the door and let her through. It shut quickly behind her. She could only stand and stair at the door for a minute before the sounds of the crowd broke through. With a shake of her head, she followed the stairs and went to rest at the end of the barricade for the show to start.

Chapter Four