FIC My Baby Tonight
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shanachie_quillTitle: My Baby Tonight
Characters: Steve/Claire
Fandom: RPF AU
Summary: He'd never thought of himself as possessive.
Rating: R
Warnings: Nothing really, real people involved
Spoilers: None but being familiar with our series might help
Disclaimer: Nope I didn't win them in the lottery so just the story idea belongs to me.
Author's Note: Fourth story in my challenge series. I used the characters from the RPF series I write with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ctrokj for this one. So if you are familiar with them you might enjoy this more...but it's not necessary to know them. If you want to read more of that series... Master Post. I blame what my Steve does in this fic on this post by sparklingrocks and Steve's show in Monto in March. The rest goes along with the challenge and is my own twisted little mind. Thanks to Sheta Storm for the rocker's name. :-)
Word Count: 973
Claire raised her eyebrows at the guy as he took a seat across from her. She’d been keeping an eye on him, distracted only when Steve had decided he’d gotten too hot and proceeded to strip down to his skin on stage. She’d been very glad he’d only lost his shirt and that it’d quickly been replaced with a dry t-shirt. While the girls in the audience probably wouldn’t have minded if he’d lost the jeans, too, she tended to have a different view on what clothes he shed in public.
Turning her attention back to the guy, she realized he’d set a drink in front of her. “No thanks,” she said, pushing it away.
“Yeah, I wouldn’t accept a drink from a strange guy either.” He held his hand out. “Levi.” He motioned towards the stage, where the band was just finishing up a song. “This doesn’t look like your type of music. What brings you here?”
Claire smiled at the comment; no she probably didn’t look like the typical groupie. Then again, technically…she wasn’t a groupie. “I like music and this band is very good. I also own a club downtown so I’m always looking for new talent.”
Levi’s eyes lit up at her words and Claire groaned internally as she realized he had just shifted from hitting on her to hitting her up for a job. “Really? What club?” he asked eagerly.
“Black in Black on Third,” she answered as she noticed Steve threading his way through the crowd towards where she was seated. He was making slow progress since fans kept stopping him for pictures and conversation, but his eyes rarely strayed from her spot in the corner, even as he posed and responded. “Do you have a band?” she asked, listening absently to Levi’s answer.
Steve finally extricated himself from the last of the fangirls and slid into the booth beside Claire, slipping his arm around her and nodding to Levi. “Enjoy the show, babe?” he asked. “Who’s your friend?” His hand played with the strap on her top as he studied the guy.
“You were fabulous as always.” Claire turned to kiss him, but discovered her usually mellow lover was glaring at the boy rocker she had been talking to. Tugging on the hand that was slipping under her top, she asked, “Get a little hot up there tonight?”
“The AC died by the stage. Who’s your friend, Claire?”
“This is Levi. He’s apparently got a band and might be interested in playing at Black,” Claire responded. She wouldn’t be female if she didn’t admit to herself that she was getting a bit of a thrill out of Steve getting hot under the collar over her talking to this guy. He was normally so laid-back and easy going over everything, but apparently something about this particular guy was rubbing her lover the wrong way.
Steve nudged her hair aside with his nose, breathing gently on her neck, causing a shiver to run up her spine. “Well, I hope you’re about done networking because I’m still hot as hell and horny as fuck,” he whispered against her skin. “I want to take you home, strip you naked, slid my fingers inside you, and take you right to the edge. Then I’ll roll us over and pull you on top of me so you can ride me until you’re screaming my name. Just when you think you can’t take it anymore, I’ll flip us back over and drive myself into you until we both go over the edge.” He grinned as her fingers dug into his thigh at his words; oh yeah, she was still his girl. Raising his voice, he addressed the boy across from them, “It was nice to meet you, Levi, but it’s been a really long week for both of us. So I’m just going to take Claire home now.” He fished a business card out of his pocket, checked to be sure it was one of hers and passed it across the table to the musician. “Give her a call next week and she’ll set up a try-out.”
Steve didn’t wait for him to respond, but moved out of the booth, keeping a hand on Claire as she followed him. His hand immediately slipped to the small of her back, guiding her towards the stage. As much as he wanted to rush her out of there, his words had gotten to him as much as to her, he couldn’t just leave. Picking up his guitar case, which someone had moved to the side of the stage, he spotted Darren speaking with the girl who had opened for them. “Steve, this is Jess…” Darren started when he approached, one arm slung around Claire.
“Sorry, Darren,” Steve cut him off and was really glad his friend knew him so well since the weight of the case told him that his guitar was safely inside. He didn’t even spare the girl a glance, addressing his words to his friend. “Can we do it Monday? Have her come by the studio? Claire’s not feeling well.”
Darren looked surprised, but covered it well. “Yeah. Absolutely. We’ll grab the rest of the stuff. Feel better, Claire.” He kissed her cheek, hugging her gently. “You do feel a bit warm.”
“Thanks, Darren,” Claire murmured.
They were able to slip out without much more fanfare; ducking out a back entrance. Steve unlocked the passenger’s door, making sure she was settled before going around. Claire punched him in the arm as he started the car. “I’m not feeling well?” she demanded.
He laughed. “You’d rather I’d told Darren I was taking you home to fuck your brains out?” Even in the dim light he could see her turn red. “Yeah. That’s what I thought.” Leaning over, he kissed her lightly. “Let’s go home.”
Characters: Steve/Claire
Fandom: RPF AU
Summary: He'd never thought of himself as possessive.
Rating: R
Warnings: Nothing really, real people involved
Spoilers: None but being familiar with our series might help
Disclaimer: Nope I didn't win them in the lottery so just the story idea belongs to me.
Author's Note: Fourth story in my challenge series. I used the characters from the RPF series I write with
ctrokj for this one. So if you are familiar with them you might enjoy this more...but it's not necessary to know them. If you want to read more of that series... Master Post. I blame what my Steve does in this fic on this post by sparklingrocks and Steve's show in Monto in March. The rest goes along with the challenge and is my own twisted little mind. Thanks to Sheta Storm for the rocker's name. :-)Word Count: 973
Claire raised her eyebrows at the guy as he took a seat across from her. She’d been keeping an eye on him, distracted only when Steve had decided he’d gotten too hot and proceeded to strip down to his skin on stage. She’d been very glad he’d only lost his shirt and that it’d quickly been replaced with a dry t-shirt. While the girls in the audience probably wouldn’t have minded if he’d lost the jeans, too, she tended to have a different view on what clothes he shed in public.
Turning her attention back to the guy, she realized he’d set a drink in front of her. “No thanks,” she said, pushing it away.
“Yeah, I wouldn’t accept a drink from a strange guy either.” He held his hand out. “Levi.” He motioned towards the stage, where the band was just finishing up a song. “This doesn’t look like your type of music. What brings you here?”
Claire smiled at the comment; no she probably didn’t look like the typical groupie. Then again, technically…she wasn’t a groupie. “I like music and this band is very good. I also own a club downtown so I’m always looking for new talent.”
Levi’s eyes lit up at her words and Claire groaned internally as she realized he had just shifted from hitting on her to hitting her up for a job. “Really? What club?” he asked eagerly.
“Black in Black on Third,” she answered as she noticed Steve threading his way through the crowd towards where she was seated. He was making slow progress since fans kept stopping him for pictures and conversation, but his eyes rarely strayed from her spot in the corner, even as he posed and responded. “Do you have a band?” she asked, listening absently to Levi’s answer.
Steve finally extricated himself from the last of the fangirls and slid into the booth beside Claire, slipping his arm around her and nodding to Levi. “Enjoy the show, babe?” he asked. “Who’s your friend?” His hand played with the strap on her top as he studied the guy.
“You were fabulous as always.” Claire turned to kiss him, but discovered her usually mellow lover was glaring at the boy rocker she had been talking to. Tugging on the hand that was slipping under her top, she asked, “Get a little hot up there tonight?”
“The AC died by the stage. Who’s your friend, Claire?”
“This is Levi. He’s apparently got a band and might be interested in playing at Black,” Claire responded. She wouldn’t be female if she didn’t admit to herself that she was getting a bit of a thrill out of Steve getting hot under the collar over her talking to this guy. He was normally so laid-back and easy going over everything, but apparently something about this particular guy was rubbing her lover the wrong way.
Steve nudged her hair aside with his nose, breathing gently on her neck, causing a shiver to run up her spine. “Well, I hope you’re about done networking because I’m still hot as hell and horny as fuck,” he whispered against her skin. “I want to take you home, strip you naked, slid my fingers inside you, and take you right to the edge. Then I’ll roll us over and pull you on top of me so you can ride me until you’re screaming my name. Just when you think you can’t take it anymore, I’ll flip us back over and drive myself into you until we both go over the edge.” He grinned as her fingers dug into his thigh at his words; oh yeah, she was still his girl. Raising his voice, he addressed the boy across from them, “It was nice to meet you, Levi, but it’s been a really long week for both of us. So I’m just going to take Claire home now.” He fished a business card out of his pocket, checked to be sure it was one of hers and passed it across the table to the musician. “Give her a call next week and she’ll set up a try-out.”
Steve didn’t wait for him to respond, but moved out of the booth, keeping a hand on Claire as she followed him. His hand immediately slipped to the small of her back, guiding her towards the stage. As much as he wanted to rush her out of there, his words had gotten to him as much as to her, he couldn’t just leave. Picking up his guitar case, which someone had moved to the side of the stage, he spotted Darren speaking with the girl who had opened for them. “Steve, this is Jess…” Darren started when he approached, one arm slung around Claire.
“Sorry, Darren,” Steve cut him off and was really glad his friend knew him so well since the weight of the case told him that his guitar was safely inside. He didn’t even spare the girl a glance, addressing his words to his friend. “Can we do it Monday? Have her come by the studio? Claire’s not feeling well.”
Darren looked surprised, but covered it well. “Yeah. Absolutely. We’ll grab the rest of the stuff. Feel better, Claire.” He kissed her cheek, hugging her gently. “You do feel a bit warm.”
“Thanks, Darren,” Claire murmured.
They were able to slip out without much more fanfare; ducking out a back entrance. Steve unlocked the passenger’s door, making sure she was settled before going around. Claire punched him in the arm as he started the car. “I’m not feeling well?” she demanded.
He laughed. “You’d rather I’d told Darren I was taking you home to fuck your brains out?” Even in the dim light he could see her turn red. “Yeah. That’s what I thought.” Leaning over, he kissed her lightly. “Let’s go home.”
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