david/carrie fic
Title: Bless the Broken Road 3/?
Rating: pretty PG for now
Ships: Dave/Carrie <3
Disclaimer: I obviously don't own squat!
please excues my horrible spelling and grammer. haha and comments are appreciated :D
part 1
part 2.
The first thing David noticed about Carrie when they first met back when he was still on Idol was her smile. He noticed how her lips formed this perfect crescent when she smiled and more importantly how they just made him melt with that smile. He had never met a girl who could make his knees weak with a smile or a pout, but damn this girl sure had that affect and more on him. And the soft smile that she gave him before helping him up to lead him to her room sent him into a rush of nerves. His heart began to beat faster and faster as the door opened. They walked into the room, he noticed how perfectly lit it was as the only light was supplied by the light post near by, shining through the closed blinds, he closed the door behind them and turned to face her.
She stood there her fingers in her front pockets wanting to inch closer. She bit her bottom lip slightly, seductively, which made David quickly inhale. She was sure that what they were about to do was wrong on so many levels. She was a nice girl; she never did anything like this. Not even in her sorority days at Northeastern State. In fact she usually waited for love before she “took it to the next level” with a guy. She always prided herself on her morals and being able to resist temptation, but right now at this moment all she wanted to do was tear him apart. Maybe this was danger and she just didn’t know…
She stepped closer to him making sure her hand brushed against his. They locked in a stare, “Is it bad that, I don’t-I don’t think this is bad.” She stammered taking a step towards him. David breath stuck in his throat, he wanted to swallow but she was suddenly so close to him that he couldn’t think.
A thought crossed in his head, “are-“ he gulped finally, “are we doing this as-friends? Or as-“
She closed her eyes as she was suddenly only inches from his face, “I like you Dave,” She said taking half a step back as the serious level suddenly went up a notch, “I liked you while I was with Mike and that’s wrong, but-I cant help it.” She inhaled, “So you can call this what you want but, I’m calling this something I need.”
He nodded his head, “I know what you mean.” He whispered softly, his hot breath sending chills down her spine.
She opened her eyes locking in the stare again, silently they thought about what they should do, because they both knew there are always consequences with these kinds of situations especially in this field. But their lips meet and their reservations suddenly started to fade about whether this was just an evening they’d soon forget or a thing that would last. Regardless of what they were going to call it, he wanted her and she wanted him and that was enough for both of them.
She moved her hands to his back and pulled him closer as he moved his hands to her face. The kiss was soft and tender and although both wanted a little more than tender at the moment, it was sufficient. They released each others lips when air was a necessity, luckily for the both of them as singers they have been trained to hold their breath longer than normal, they aren’t swimmers but holding a high note takes a lot of skill in that department.
Pulling away from the kiss Carrie looked into his eyes, deep green, “So, we’re in agreement then?”
He smiled a little, enough to show his teeth, “Why yes, Ms. Underwood, I think we are.”
She smiled back at him, “Good.”
One single word, but it was an invitation, permission and he didn’t have to be told twice. In one swift motion he had her off the ground, her legs were wrapped tightly around his waist as she feverishly captured his lips. His facial hair was prickly against her but it was a new experience for her, she never realized that all her past boyfriends all happened to be facial hair free. She liked this and if the situation called for it, she could definitely get used to this.
He laid her down on the bed softly; standing up only to remove his Katy Perry shirt. He moved back down towards her tracing his hands over body. She slammed her head back against the bed at his touch. His fingers were rough, something she expected from his years of playing guitar. He moved his hands in her shirt, touching the small of her back and her belly before he moved to the hems and pulled it over her head. Within second her hands were back around his neck, he began working on her bra, which he skillfully removed with ease. He kissed everywhere, her lips, her jaw, her neck. She moaned slightly in pleasure as each kiss left behind the moisture from his mouth. He trailed soft kisses down her neck towards her covered breasts, then on to her belly he stopped at the hem of her jeans and noticed a small tattoo peaking out on her right hip. He smiled at it, a cat, he shook his head thinking that only Carrie would have a tiny tattoo of a cat on her hip, still he moved his head towards her ink and placed a soft, wet kiss on it making the hair on the back of her neck stand up.
She lifted her hips asking and allowing him to remove her jeans. She began to finally think about how gentle he was being with her. In the beginning she was feverish and wanted him badly, but he changed the tempo controlling them. Again another upside to them both being musicians, they both were able to adjust to different tempo’s. Again, She threw her head back against the bed as he began to suck and nibble on her neck. She shut her eyes tightly and bit her bottom lip fisting his hair pulling him closer, when her senses finally returned to her “no marks. Show. Two days.” Simple enough but he seemed to have gotten the point as he moved back to her lips. Their tongues dueled for a moment until he broke for air and she attacked his neck like he had previously done to her. Hell if she couldn’t enjoy it he might as well be able to. Expertly, she managed to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his jeans he kicked them off leaving him in only his boxers.
“Snoopy? I took you for more of a Scooby guy” She asked, panting, looking at the fabric left on his body.
He shook his head, “They were dirty.”
He moved his hands down to her hips sliding down her black lace. She sat up and reached her hands inside the elastic of his boxers and extended her fingers to stretch the elastic allowing them to fall to the floor. “Bye, Snoopy.”
He laughed into her mouth as they passionately began kissing yet again. She was beginning to like this, it was a scary thought but right now she was so succumbed by David that she pushed the thought from her mind, knowing that she’d be forced to think about that later.
“Hold on,” he said placing a kiss on her forehead.
Confused Carrie sat up a bit, “Wai-wha-what ” she asked out of breath. He held up the silver packet in his hands showing her the reason for delay. “Oh, right.” She dropped herself back down on the bed. Her head spinning, she heard the package rip and he heart started beating quicker and in an instant he was back.
“You’re beautiful,” He said and in one hasty moment he was inside her. He didn’t move for a while breathlessly, allowing her to adjust to him. Slowly, as not to hurt her he began to enter and reenter her. She bit down on her bottom lip and dug her nails into his pale back, trailing them all the way down before she moved back up his shoulders to do it again. It took a few thrusts before she was able to meet him for everyone. He rested his head on her shoulder panting as he picked up the pace. She wrapped her legs tightly around him, allowing him to enter deeper. “Oh-fuck. Me. Hard.” He said in an ‘oh-my-gosh’ type of way.
She smiled at the irony of that statement and pulled his head back up to capture his lips once more. “My-Pleasure.” She breathed in between kisses and thrusts. This lasted for what seemed to be forever for the two of them before she was screaming his name and he was thunderously yelling hers. He dropped to the bed closely beside her, completely out of breath.
She panted heavily, collecting her thoughts, or trying too as he lied there trying to comprehend the situation a little more, curiously wondering if he’d ever get a second chance at that perfection. He by the end of it was drenched in sweat and as he propped himself up on his elbow to look at her, he couldn’t help but notice that she had never before looked more beautiful to him as she did now. She noticed him staring at her out of the corner of her eye, and she felt the warmth build up in her cheeks as she blushed.
He wondered what kind of after-sex Carrie liked, he was sure that although she was good in bed, she probably didn’t have too much sex considering her schedule and her usual boyfriends. he hoped that she was just in to possibly having it another go, cuddling, and then crashing. He knew she liked to cuddle, he could guess that much but he silently hoped that she didnt want to do anything else like getting up and showering so that she didnt have to sleep dirty or something like that. It would make his life so much easier. “So I guess this makes me a groupie?” he asked joking.
She shook her head; he would make a joke like that. She laughed and held up her index finger, “the one and only.”
“Well then, that makes me feel very special.” He leaned over and kissed her shoulder gently.
“Thanks, Dave.” She said softly.
“For what?”
“For just-everything. You-you really do amaze me more and more as time goes on.” She confessed turning her head to face him.
He smiled showing a hint of a dimple in his left cheek, “hey, you said it earlier. My-“ he moved closer and kissed her lips softly, “Pleasure.”
Carrie woke up first in the morning tired from the night before, his hand was gently resting on her hip as she lay on her side. They were able to get in a quicker, fiercer, round before the bus driver came back to the bus last night, which left the both of them exhausted. She thought about David just possibly being her rebound from Mike, and she was okay with that, she wasn’t too sure about how he’d feel about it, but if he was indeed her rebound, then rebound never felt so good. She cuddled closer to his naked body smiling contently, laying her head on his chest finding harmony in the listening to the soft beat of his heart. Just as she was settling back into a slumber, he began to stir.
“Hey,” he whispered, opening his eyes enough to look at her. He pulled her tighter to him and kissed the top of her head, “sleep well?”
She smiled at his sincerity, “Yeah I did.”
“Where are we?”
She yawned, “Still moving as you can tell, we’re on our way to Florida,” She exhaled deeply as she moved away a little to lay on her side so that she could have a better view of him, he turned to lay the same way she had. He moved her bangs from her face brushing them behind her ear. The two lay there in silence just staring at each other for a moment neither wanting to break the silence until she moved in closer gently cupping his cheek and inching closer placing a soft, meaningful kiss on his lips. His lips were soft and gentle, “I didn’t really get to enjoy that last night.”
He laughed, “but I have morning breath”
She shrugged her shoulders, “Its okay, I don’t mind.”
He smiled and leaned in to kiss her again. This time the kiss was longer, filled with more passion. The two only broke apart when air was a necessity. “So what do you want to do today Ms. Underwood?”
“Well, Mr. Cook, How about we go into the living room and get something to eat?”
He nodded his head contently, “Sounds good to me.”
David and Carrie spent most of the day sitting on the couch flipping through songs on each others iPods. David was surprised to see that Carrie was as much of a music junkie as he was, and she had some classics.
“You know you have to be the coolest girl ever?” he laughed, “I’m not even lying. Do you know how envious my band would be right now?”
She squinted her eyes at him, “Why?”
“You’re music collection is almost as good as mine!” he told her, “I mean granted yours includes a lot of country but there’s still a decent amount of rock here and-“ He thought about it, “It’s kinda hot.” He admitted.
She smiled smugly, “Why thank you.” She exhaled releasing the tension she was holding in her shoulders, “You know country will always be my thing, I love it, but sometimes you just have to rock out.”
He laughed loudly at her comment, “Seriously, you’re amazing.”
She shrugged her shoulders, “if you say so.”
“I do say so.” He paused for a second, “Hey wait where’s your dog?” He asked looking around the bus, “I thought you had him on tour with you?”
She nodded, “Oh he’s with Jimmy, We moved him over to the band’s bus yesterday before the show. Jimmy said he missed Ace and asked if he could borrow him. I didn’t want to, but I figured what the heck, Ace should mingle.”
“I see,” just as he was about to lean into her his phone rang, “hold on.” He told her standing up to go retrieve his phone from her room. “Hey Simon, what’s up?…uh well yeah I went to her show last night… they have what?… already?… alright, yeah I’ll call you back.” He hung up his phone and sat back down next to Carrie just as her phone began to ring.
“Hold on,” she stood up and went back to her room to get her phone, “Hey Anne, what’s up?… we-got in a fight last night and he broke up with me why? Daggumit! Hold on…” Carrie rushed to find the remote and turned on the tv, “Let me call you back.”
“Is Season 4 American Idol Winner a Cheater? Word on the street is that the ‘Before He Cheats’ singer has been getting quite cozy with season 7-winner rocker, David Cook. The two were seen holding hands and hugging each other by her bus at yesterday’s show in Nashville. Carrie, who has reportedly been dating hockey player Mike Fisher, even dedicated a song to Cook calling him her ‘guitar inspiration.’ Sources close to Carrie say that her and David have had a thing for a while that she has been keeping from Fisher for ‘a while now.’ Fisher who was seen leaving the Nashville airport early this morning reportedly showed up to Carrie’s concert and was denied entrance at Carrie’s request because David was going to be there. Carrie’s reps haven’t commented on the situation but David’s manager released a statement saying ‘David Cook and Carrie Underwood have maintained nothing more but a professional relationship since the two met. He was merely at her concert to support her, as he has had a few days off from his tour rehearsals.’ Who would have thought Carrie would do something like that huh Ryan?”
Sure enough during the segment a picture of Carrie and David popped up on screen of Carrie hugging David outside her bus when she had gone to sign autographs, Carrie holding David’s hand as they exited the arena last night, and then another of David helping her into her bus, “oh gosh,” Carrie said sitting down putting her hand up to her forehead as she listened to the E! News segment, “They’re fast, seriously those pictures were from yesterday!”
“Well you know Gullianna, I saw Carrie about 2 weeks ago when she had a show in LA and she said that she was very happy with her love life and wouldn’t change a thing. So who knows? The pictures do seem a little incriminating though.”
“Well hopefully Carrie and David will be able to work this out before it gets completely out of hand.”
David scoffed, “The stories they come up with, how do they do it?”
“A lot of imagination,” Carrie said as she turned to her phone that had just began beeping.
Just friends huh?
“Who is it from?” Dave inquired, as Carrie seemed to be bothered by the text message she had just received.
“Mike… it seems he’s been proven right.” Carrie said wiping the tear that fell from her hazel eyes. “I’ll be right back.” She said walking back into her room shutting the door behind her.
David swore he heard her sobbing. He was about to go see if she needed anything when his phone started beeping indicating a new message.
The Dr. approves of the new hottie! Andy and Joey are sad you’re cheating on them but I can dig it! Thanks for telling us ass!
David shook his head putting his phone back down on the couch without responding. He felt horrible, Carrie was in her room crying and here he was getting compliments from his friends. He started to think that maybe he should do some damage control. Maybe leave when they reached the next town and just hope to see Carrie later. He thought that was probably the best idea but he couldn’t just leave her like this. In his mind he thought it was his fault anyway. If he hadn’t shown up yesterday her and Mike never would have gotten in that fight and none of this would have happened. He was about to go back and tell her his plan when she came out wiping her eyes, tissues in hand.
“Hey,” he said softly.
“Hey,” she replied just as soft.
“Um… I think I’m going to just leave. Do some damage control and maybe you can just fix things with Mike. You’re a great girl Carrie and you deserve to be happy.” He told her sincerely. She looked into his eyes, bighting the inside of her cheek, holding back the tears.
It took everything she had in her to nod her head, “Alright.”
He nodded his, clearly not anticipating for her to agree with his plan, “Alright.”
The rest of the bus ride to Tallahassee he spent sitting at the table, Carrie spent it in her room. No one saying a word in fear of what the other had to say. When the bus finally pulled up at the hotel it was still dark outside, Dave looked at his phone and saw that it was early in the morning. He knew he’d have to wait a couple of hours before he could actually catch a flight so he decided to sleep a little before he had to leave, he thought that maybe Carrie would come out of her room so that she could sleep in the hotel room instead of the bus room, but she remained in the bus even after Dave asked if she wanted to come go into the hotel.
It was about 6 in the morning when he woke up; she was sitting across from him at the table holding a hot cup of tea staring off into space. She noticed him wake and turned to look at him. He looked so cute with his hair all over the place and wearing a white undershirt and his jeans, which oddly seemed extra baggy for him.
He yawned and scratched his head, “Hey.”
She slowly licked her lips, “I decided that I don’t want you to leave. I mean… you can, you can leave if you want. But I don’t want you to go.”
He rubbed his eyes and sat up, “But… what about Mike?” He didn’t really want to know the answer to that question but respectfully asked it anyway.
She shrugged her shoulders dismissing the question, “I-I don’t care. Let him think what he wants and let the public make up all the stories that they want to make up.” She took a sip of her tea as a tear fell from her eye, “It doesn’t matter to me anymore.”
He stood up, took three steps, and sat down beside her. He protectively wrapped an arm around her, “Are you sure?” He asked grabbing her chin making her face him, “I’ll stay only if you’re sure this is what you want.”
She leaned into his hand, “Its what I want.”
He nodded his head and placed a soft, lingering kiss on her forehead, “Then I’ll stay.”
There was a knock on the bus door and Matt entered letting him self in, he wasn’t surprised to find them sitting the way they were. He had began to notice Carrie had a crush on David long before Carrie had, and David… well he looked like a love stricken puppy from the second he got here. “Hello,” Matt said sitting across from them. “Us Weekly called, apparently they’re running a story on how the woman who sings about not cheating can’t practice what she preaches.” He crinkled his nose as he picked up Carrie’s mug and smelled the contents “Ew.”
Carrie breathed heavily and rolled her head around her shoulders, “I should probably call Anne and tell her to release a statement huh?”
Matt smiled, “That would probably be the best thing.”
She rolled her eyes and mouthed the word ‘fine.’ If there was anything that Carrie hated it was controversy. Dave stood up allowing her to get out of the booth table so she could get her phone. She quickly went to her room retrieving her phone and came back already calling her manager, “Hey Anne,” she said as her manager answered the phone, “Yeah, I saw the segment…. Well, it isn’t entirely true. Yes the photo’s look incriminating but David and I have and will maintain a professional relationship and if we do decide to make our relationship something more it will be on our own terms. I’ve never cheated on anyone and don’t intend on changing that anytime soon. Mike and I are through and anything that David and I might have done was not disrespectful to him. He broke up with me and left on his own terms, he wasn’t denied entrance; in fact he watched the show… Yeah, I guess you can just say that Mike and I have split, we wish for some privacy, as this is a difficult time for the both of us… Um. I guess you can just say that David came to see the show as a friend. Tell them, if they ask, that he’s been running some new stuff by me for a prospective duet in the near future… Yes I realize that we will have to do a duet together if you say that but its all good…. All right. Thank you ma’am, you’re my lifesaver! Bye!” Carrie hung up the phone took another sip of her tea, “This has a lot of potential to get ugly.”
Matt smacked his teeth, “yup.”
She shrugged her shoulders, “What’s done is done, I can’t take anything back.”
Matt nodded his head, “Yeah you’re right. Hey we’re gonna get some breakfast here in a little while so, if you want to join us by all means,” he stood up and started walking towards the door, “Oh and if you do come out,” he said stopping before the stairs that led to the door, “Warning I have already spotted a couple camera’s in the area and yeah,” Matt chuckled, “You might want to uh, work on covering those hickey’s both of you have.” He smiled smugly, almost laughing as he exited the bus.
Carrie threw her hand up to her throat, “Shit!”
David dropped his head laughing, “Oh geez… well this definitely isn’t going to help our believability factor.”
Carrie leaned her head on his shoulders, “Well technically we didn’t do anything wrong.”
He rested his head on top of hers, “Yeah.”
“I can’t believe I have a hickey. I’ve never had a hickey!” She laughed and shook her head covering her face with her hand.
“I guess I’m the guilty party here. Feel free to punish me as you please,” he mocked holding out his hands as if she were about to arrest him.
She laughed out loud picking up her head, “Is it bad?”
He looked to her neck at the little red mark, “Not really, it could pass for a burn.”
She closed her eyes, “Those excuses are so lame! My sister used them ALL the time on my parents and they never worked!”
He turned his head so that she could see the other side of his neck, “What about mine?”
She threw her hand up to her mouth, “Holy crap!! I did that?”
He shook his head laughing, “That bad huh?”
“They’re purple!” she exclaimed, her hand still covering her mouth in shock
This time it was his turn to laugh out loud, “They’re? There is more than one?”
She nodded her head, “I’m counting two visual ones, but you should probably do a body scan there might be hidden ones.”
He moved closer to her, leaving kisses on her neck, “Help me?”
She threw her head back in laughter, “aren’t you a big boy?” as his hands moved to her sides, as he attempted to tickle her.
He shook his head “uh uh” he moved his head up to capture his lips in hers. They shared a long passionate kiss; she wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him closer to her.
She released his lips “Well fine, if you need help then-“ She put her index finger to her cheek as though she was really debating the question, “I suppose!” she said sarcastically.
He smiled widely, “Right now?”
She rolled her eyes, “You’re such a guy!”
He nodded his head, “I have needs woman!”
She laughed and tried pushing him out of the booth; “Well I eat here, so we’re not doing this here.”
He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively not budging from his position, “I could eat here too you know.”
She gasped, mouth completely open, shocked that he actually said that, “David!”
He laughed holding his hands up in defense, “It was just a suggestion!” She rolled her eyes and playfully pushed him out of the booth. He stood up and extended a hand to her, “So is that a no?” he asked sarcastically.
She stood up moving behind him, putting her hands on his shoulders, “Shut up and give me a piggy back ride to the room before I change my mind about helping you! I am missing lunch with my friends for this!”
He bent down a little allowing her to jump on his back, “Yes ma’am!” he said saluting her. He extended his hand like Superman and ran to the bedroom.
Round 3.
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Rating: pretty PG for now
Ships: Dave/Carrie <3
Disclaimer: I obviously don't own squat!
please excues my horrible spelling and grammer. haha and comments are appreciated :D
part 1
part 2.
The first thing David noticed about Carrie when they first met back when he was still on Idol was her smile. He noticed how her lips formed this perfect crescent when she smiled and more importantly how they just made him melt with that smile. He had never met a girl who could make his knees weak with a smile or a pout, but damn this girl sure had that affect and more on him. And the soft smile that she gave him before helping him up to lead him to her room sent him into a rush of nerves. His heart began to beat faster and faster as the door opened. They walked into the room, he noticed how perfectly lit it was as the only light was supplied by the light post near by, shining through the closed blinds, he closed the door behind them and turned to face her.
She stood there her fingers in her front pockets wanting to inch closer. She bit her bottom lip slightly, seductively, which made David quickly inhale. She was sure that what they were about to do was wrong on so many levels. She was a nice girl; she never did anything like this. Not even in her sorority days at Northeastern State. In fact she usually waited for love before she “took it to the next level” with a guy. She always prided herself on her morals and being able to resist temptation, but right now at this moment all she wanted to do was tear him apart. Maybe this was danger and she just didn’t know…
She stepped closer to him making sure her hand brushed against his. They locked in a stare, “Is it bad that, I don’t-I don’t think this is bad.” She stammered taking a step towards him. David breath stuck in his throat, he wanted to swallow but she was suddenly so close to him that he couldn’t think.
A thought crossed in his head, “are-“ he gulped finally, “are we doing this as-friends? Or as-“
She closed her eyes as she was suddenly only inches from his face, “I like you Dave,” She said taking half a step back as the serious level suddenly went up a notch, “I liked you while I was with Mike and that’s wrong, but-I cant help it.” She inhaled, “So you can call this what you want but, I’m calling this something I need.”
He nodded his head, “I know what you mean.” He whispered softly, his hot breath sending chills down her spine.
She opened her eyes locking in the stare again, silently they thought about what they should do, because they both knew there are always consequences with these kinds of situations especially in this field. But their lips meet and their reservations suddenly started to fade about whether this was just an evening they’d soon forget or a thing that would last. Regardless of what they were going to call it, he wanted her and she wanted him and that was enough for both of them.
She moved her hands to his back and pulled him closer as he moved his hands to her face. The kiss was soft and tender and although both wanted a little more than tender at the moment, it was sufficient. They released each others lips when air was a necessity, luckily for the both of them as singers they have been trained to hold their breath longer than normal, they aren’t swimmers but holding a high note takes a lot of skill in that department.
Pulling away from the kiss Carrie looked into his eyes, deep green, “So, we’re in agreement then?”
He smiled a little, enough to show his teeth, “Why yes, Ms. Underwood, I think we are.”
She smiled back at him, “Good.”
One single word, but it was an invitation, permission and he didn’t have to be told twice. In one swift motion he had her off the ground, her legs were wrapped tightly around his waist as she feverishly captured his lips. His facial hair was prickly against her but it was a new experience for her, she never realized that all her past boyfriends all happened to be facial hair free. She liked this and if the situation called for it, she could definitely get used to this.
He laid her down on the bed softly; standing up only to remove his Katy Perry shirt. He moved back down towards her tracing his hands over body. She slammed her head back against the bed at his touch. His fingers were rough, something she expected from his years of playing guitar. He moved his hands in her shirt, touching the small of her back and her belly before he moved to the hems and pulled it over her head. Within second her hands were back around his neck, he began working on her bra, which he skillfully removed with ease. He kissed everywhere, her lips, her jaw, her neck. She moaned slightly in pleasure as each kiss left behind the moisture from his mouth. He trailed soft kisses down her neck towards her covered breasts, then on to her belly he stopped at the hem of her jeans and noticed a small tattoo peaking out on her right hip. He smiled at it, a cat, he shook his head thinking that only Carrie would have a tiny tattoo of a cat on her hip, still he moved his head towards her ink and placed a soft, wet kiss on it making the hair on the back of her neck stand up.
She lifted her hips asking and allowing him to remove her jeans. She began to finally think about how gentle he was being with her. In the beginning she was feverish and wanted him badly, but he changed the tempo controlling them. Again another upside to them both being musicians, they both were able to adjust to different tempo’s. Again, She threw her head back against the bed as he began to suck and nibble on her neck. She shut her eyes tightly and bit her bottom lip fisting his hair pulling him closer, when her senses finally returned to her “no marks. Show. Two days.” Simple enough but he seemed to have gotten the point as he moved back to her lips. Their tongues dueled for a moment until he broke for air and she attacked his neck like he had previously done to her. Hell if she couldn’t enjoy it he might as well be able to. Expertly, she managed to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his jeans he kicked them off leaving him in only his boxers.
“Snoopy? I took you for more of a Scooby guy” She asked, panting, looking at the fabric left on his body.
He shook his head, “They were dirty.”
He moved his hands down to her hips sliding down her black lace. She sat up and reached her hands inside the elastic of his boxers and extended her fingers to stretch the elastic allowing them to fall to the floor. “Bye, Snoopy.”
He laughed into her mouth as they passionately began kissing yet again. She was beginning to like this, it was a scary thought but right now she was so succumbed by David that she pushed the thought from her mind, knowing that she’d be forced to think about that later.
“Hold on,” he said placing a kiss on her forehead.
Confused Carrie sat up a bit, “Wai-wha-what ” she asked out of breath. He held up the silver packet in his hands showing her the reason for delay. “Oh, right.” She dropped herself back down on the bed. Her head spinning, she heard the package rip and he heart started beating quicker and in an instant he was back.
“You’re beautiful,” He said and in one hasty moment he was inside her. He didn’t move for a while breathlessly, allowing her to adjust to him. Slowly, as not to hurt her he began to enter and reenter her. She bit down on her bottom lip and dug her nails into his pale back, trailing them all the way down before she moved back up his shoulders to do it again. It took a few thrusts before she was able to meet him for everyone. He rested his head on her shoulder panting as he picked up the pace. She wrapped her legs tightly around him, allowing him to enter deeper. “Oh-fuck. Me. Hard.” He said in an ‘oh-my-gosh’ type of way.
She smiled at the irony of that statement and pulled his head back up to capture his lips once more. “My-Pleasure.” She breathed in between kisses and thrusts. This lasted for what seemed to be forever for the two of them before she was screaming his name and he was thunderously yelling hers. He dropped to the bed closely beside her, completely out of breath.
She panted heavily, collecting her thoughts, or trying too as he lied there trying to comprehend the situation a little more, curiously wondering if he’d ever get a second chance at that perfection. He by the end of it was drenched in sweat and as he propped himself up on his elbow to look at her, he couldn’t help but notice that she had never before looked more beautiful to him as she did now. She noticed him staring at her out of the corner of her eye, and she felt the warmth build up in her cheeks as she blushed.
He wondered what kind of after-sex Carrie liked, he was sure that although she was good in bed, she probably didn’t have too much sex considering her schedule and her usual boyfriends. he hoped that she was just in to possibly having it another go, cuddling, and then crashing. He knew she liked to cuddle, he could guess that much but he silently hoped that she didnt want to do anything else like getting up and showering so that she didnt have to sleep dirty or something like that. It would make his life so much easier. “So I guess this makes me a groupie?” he asked joking.
She shook her head; he would make a joke like that. She laughed and held up her index finger, “the one and only.”
“Well then, that makes me feel very special.” He leaned over and kissed her shoulder gently.
“Thanks, Dave.” She said softly.
“For what?”
“For just-everything. You-you really do amaze me more and more as time goes on.” She confessed turning her head to face him.
He smiled showing a hint of a dimple in his left cheek, “hey, you said it earlier. My-“ he moved closer and kissed her lips softly, “Pleasure.”
Carrie woke up first in the morning tired from the night before, his hand was gently resting on her hip as she lay on her side. They were able to get in a quicker, fiercer, round before the bus driver came back to the bus last night, which left the both of them exhausted. She thought about David just possibly being her rebound from Mike, and she was okay with that, she wasn’t too sure about how he’d feel about it, but if he was indeed her rebound, then rebound never felt so good. She cuddled closer to his naked body smiling contently, laying her head on his chest finding harmony in the listening to the soft beat of his heart. Just as she was settling back into a slumber, he began to stir.
“Hey,” he whispered, opening his eyes enough to look at her. He pulled her tighter to him and kissed the top of her head, “sleep well?”
She smiled at his sincerity, “Yeah I did.”
“Where are we?”
She yawned, “Still moving as you can tell, we’re on our way to Florida,” She exhaled deeply as she moved away a little to lay on her side so that she could have a better view of him, he turned to lay the same way she had. He moved her bangs from her face brushing them behind her ear. The two lay there in silence just staring at each other for a moment neither wanting to break the silence until she moved in closer gently cupping his cheek and inching closer placing a soft, meaningful kiss on his lips. His lips were soft and gentle, “I didn’t really get to enjoy that last night.”
He laughed, “but I have morning breath”
She shrugged her shoulders, “Its okay, I don’t mind.”
He smiled and leaned in to kiss her again. This time the kiss was longer, filled with more passion. The two only broke apart when air was a necessity. “So what do you want to do today Ms. Underwood?”
“Well, Mr. Cook, How about we go into the living room and get something to eat?”
He nodded his head contently, “Sounds good to me.”
David and Carrie spent most of the day sitting on the couch flipping through songs on each others iPods. David was surprised to see that Carrie was as much of a music junkie as he was, and she had some classics.
“You know you have to be the coolest girl ever?” he laughed, “I’m not even lying. Do you know how envious my band would be right now?”
She squinted her eyes at him, “Why?”
“You’re music collection is almost as good as mine!” he told her, “I mean granted yours includes a lot of country but there’s still a decent amount of rock here and-“ He thought about it, “It’s kinda hot.” He admitted.
She smiled smugly, “Why thank you.” She exhaled releasing the tension she was holding in her shoulders, “You know country will always be my thing, I love it, but sometimes you just have to rock out.”
He laughed loudly at her comment, “Seriously, you’re amazing.”
She shrugged her shoulders, “if you say so.”
“I do say so.” He paused for a second, “Hey wait where’s your dog?” He asked looking around the bus, “I thought you had him on tour with you?”
She nodded, “Oh he’s with Jimmy, We moved him over to the band’s bus yesterday before the show. Jimmy said he missed Ace and asked if he could borrow him. I didn’t want to, but I figured what the heck, Ace should mingle.”
“I see,” just as he was about to lean into her his phone rang, “hold on.” He told her standing up to go retrieve his phone from her room. “Hey Simon, what’s up?…uh well yeah I went to her show last night… they have what?… already?… alright, yeah I’ll call you back.” He hung up his phone and sat back down next to Carrie just as her phone began to ring.
“Hold on,” she stood up and went back to her room to get her phone, “Hey Anne, what’s up?… we-got in a fight last night and he broke up with me why? Daggumit! Hold on…” Carrie rushed to find the remote and turned on the tv, “Let me call you back.”
“Is Season 4 American Idol Winner a Cheater? Word on the street is that the ‘Before He Cheats’ singer has been getting quite cozy with season 7-winner rocker, David Cook. The two were seen holding hands and hugging each other by her bus at yesterday’s show in Nashville. Carrie, who has reportedly been dating hockey player Mike Fisher, even dedicated a song to Cook calling him her ‘guitar inspiration.’ Sources close to Carrie say that her and David have had a thing for a while that she has been keeping from Fisher for ‘a while now.’ Fisher who was seen leaving the Nashville airport early this morning reportedly showed up to Carrie’s concert and was denied entrance at Carrie’s request because David was going to be there. Carrie’s reps haven’t commented on the situation but David’s manager released a statement saying ‘David Cook and Carrie Underwood have maintained nothing more but a professional relationship since the two met. He was merely at her concert to support her, as he has had a few days off from his tour rehearsals.’ Who would have thought Carrie would do something like that huh Ryan?”
Sure enough during the segment a picture of Carrie and David popped up on screen of Carrie hugging David outside her bus when she had gone to sign autographs, Carrie holding David’s hand as they exited the arena last night, and then another of David helping her into her bus, “oh gosh,” Carrie said sitting down putting her hand up to her forehead as she listened to the E! News segment, “They’re fast, seriously those pictures were from yesterday!”
“Well you know Gullianna, I saw Carrie about 2 weeks ago when she had a show in LA and she said that she was very happy with her love life and wouldn’t change a thing. So who knows? The pictures do seem a little incriminating though.”
“Well hopefully Carrie and David will be able to work this out before it gets completely out of hand.”
David scoffed, “The stories they come up with, how do they do it?”
“A lot of imagination,” Carrie said as she turned to her phone that had just began beeping.
Just friends huh?
“Who is it from?” Dave inquired, as Carrie seemed to be bothered by the text message she had just received.
“Mike… it seems he’s been proven right.” Carrie said wiping the tear that fell from her hazel eyes. “I’ll be right back.” She said walking back into her room shutting the door behind her.
David swore he heard her sobbing. He was about to go see if she needed anything when his phone started beeping indicating a new message.
The Dr. approves of the new hottie! Andy and Joey are sad you’re cheating on them but I can dig it! Thanks for telling us ass!
David shook his head putting his phone back down on the couch without responding. He felt horrible, Carrie was in her room crying and here he was getting compliments from his friends. He started to think that maybe he should do some damage control. Maybe leave when they reached the next town and just hope to see Carrie later. He thought that was probably the best idea but he couldn’t just leave her like this. In his mind he thought it was his fault anyway. If he hadn’t shown up yesterday her and Mike never would have gotten in that fight and none of this would have happened. He was about to go back and tell her his plan when she came out wiping her eyes, tissues in hand.
“Hey,” he said softly.
“Hey,” she replied just as soft.
“Um… I think I’m going to just leave. Do some damage control and maybe you can just fix things with Mike. You’re a great girl Carrie and you deserve to be happy.” He told her sincerely. She looked into his eyes, bighting the inside of her cheek, holding back the tears.
It took everything she had in her to nod her head, “Alright.”
He nodded his, clearly not anticipating for her to agree with his plan, “Alright.”
The rest of the bus ride to Tallahassee he spent sitting at the table, Carrie spent it in her room. No one saying a word in fear of what the other had to say. When the bus finally pulled up at the hotel it was still dark outside, Dave looked at his phone and saw that it was early in the morning. He knew he’d have to wait a couple of hours before he could actually catch a flight so he decided to sleep a little before he had to leave, he thought that maybe Carrie would come out of her room so that she could sleep in the hotel room instead of the bus room, but she remained in the bus even after Dave asked if she wanted to come go into the hotel.
It was about 6 in the morning when he woke up; she was sitting across from him at the table holding a hot cup of tea staring off into space. She noticed him wake and turned to look at him. He looked so cute with his hair all over the place and wearing a white undershirt and his jeans, which oddly seemed extra baggy for him.
He yawned and scratched his head, “Hey.”
She slowly licked her lips, “I decided that I don’t want you to leave. I mean… you can, you can leave if you want. But I don’t want you to go.”
He rubbed his eyes and sat up, “But… what about Mike?” He didn’t really want to know the answer to that question but respectfully asked it anyway.
She shrugged her shoulders dismissing the question, “I-I don’t care. Let him think what he wants and let the public make up all the stories that they want to make up.” She took a sip of her tea as a tear fell from her eye, “It doesn’t matter to me anymore.”
He stood up, took three steps, and sat down beside her. He protectively wrapped an arm around her, “Are you sure?” He asked grabbing her chin making her face him, “I’ll stay only if you’re sure this is what you want.”
She leaned into his hand, “Its what I want.”
He nodded his head and placed a soft, lingering kiss on her forehead, “Then I’ll stay.”
There was a knock on the bus door and Matt entered letting him self in, he wasn’t surprised to find them sitting the way they were. He had began to notice Carrie had a crush on David long before Carrie had, and David… well he looked like a love stricken puppy from the second he got here. “Hello,” Matt said sitting across from them. “Us Weekly called, apparently they’re running a story on how the woman who sings about not cheating can’t practice what she preaches.” He crinkled his nose as he picked up Carrie’s mug and smelled the contents “Ew.”
Carrie breathed heavily and rolled her head around her shoulders, “I should probably call Anne and tell her to release a statement huh?”
Matt smiled, “That would probably be the best thing.”
She rolled her eyes and mouthed the word ‘fine.’ If there was anything that Carrie hated it was controversy. Dave stood up allowing her to get out of the booth table so she could get her phone. She quickly went to her room retrieving her phone and came back already calling her manager, “Hey Anne,” she said as her manager answered the phone, “Yeah, I saw the segment…. Well, it isn’t entirely true. Yes the photo’s look incriminating but David and I have and will maintain a professional relationship and if we do decide to make our relationship something more it will be on our own terms. I’ve never cheated on anyone and don’t intend on changing that anytime soon. Mike and I are through and anything that David and I might have done was not disrespectful to him. He broke up with me and left on his own terms, he wasn’t denied entrance; in fact he watched the show… Yeah, I guess you can just say that Mike and I have split, we wish for some privacy, as this is a difficult time for the both of us… Um. I guess you can just say that David came to see the show as a friend. Tell them, if they ask, that he’s been running some new stuff by me for a prospective duet in the near future… Yes I realize that we will have to do a duet together if you say that but its all good…. All right. Thank you ma’am, you’re my lifesaver! Bye!” Carrie hung up the phone took another sip of her tea, “This has a lot of potential to get ugly.”
Matt smacked his teeth, “yup.”
She shrugged her shoulders, “What’s done is done, I can’t take anything back.”
Matt nodded his head, “Yeah you’re right. Hey we’re gonna get some breakfast here in a little while so, if you want to join us by all means,” he stood up and started walking towards the door, “Oh and if you do come out,” he said stopping before the stairs that led to the door, “Warning I have already spotted a couple camera’s in the area and yeah,” Matt chuckled, “You might want to uh, work on covering those hickey’s both of you have.” He smiled smugly, almost laughing as he exited the bus.
Carrie threw her hand up to her throat, “Shit!”
David dropped his head laughing, “Oh geez… well this definitely isn’t going to help our believability factor.”
Carrie leaned her head on his shoulders, “Well technically we didn’t do anything wrong.”
He rested his head on top of hers, “Yeah.”
“I can’t believe I have a hickey. I’ve never had a hickey!” She laughed and shook her head covering her face with her hand.
“I guess I’m the guilty party here. Feel free to punish me as you please,” he mocked holding out his hands as if she were about to arrest him.
She laughed out loud picking up her head, “Is it bad?”
He looked to her neck at the little red mark, “Not really, it could pass for a burn.”
She closed her eyes, “Those excuses are so lame! My sister used them ALL the time on my parents and they never worked!”
He turned his head so that she could see the other side of his neck, “What about mine?”
She threw her hand up to her mouth, “Holy crap!! I did that?”
He shook his head laughing, “That bad huh?”
“They’re purple!” she exclaimed, her hand still covering her mouth in shock
This time it was his turn to laugh out loud, “They’re? There is more than one?”
She nodded her head, “I’m counting two visual ones, but you should probably do a body scan there might be hidden ones.”
He moved closer to her, leaving kisses on her neck, “Help me?”
She threw her head back in laughter, “aren’t you a big boy?” as his hands moved to her sides, as he attempted to tickle her.
He shook his head “uh uh” he moved his head up to capture his lips in hers. They shared a long passionate kiss; she wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him closer to her.
She released his lips “Well fine, if you need help then-“ She put her index finger to her cheek as though she was really debating the question, “I suppose!” she said sarcastically.
He smiled widely, “Right now?”
She rolled her eyes, “You’re such a guy!”
He nodded his head, “I have needs woman!”
She laughed and tried pushing him out of the booth; “Well I eat here, so we’re not doing this here.”
He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively not budging from his position, “I could eat here too you know.”
She gasped, mouth completely open, shocked that he actually said that, “David!”
He laughed holding his hands up in defense, “It was just a suggestion!” She rolled her eyes and playfully pushed him out of the booth. He stood up and extended a hand to her, “So is that a no?” he asked sarcastically.
She stood up moving behind him, putting her hands on his shoulders, “Shut up and give me a piggy back ride to the room before I change my mind about helping you! I am missing lunch with my friends for this!”
He bent down a little allowing her to jump on his back, “Yes ma’am!” he said saluting her. He extended his hand like Superman and ran to the bedroom.
Round 3.
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