When Richie arrived in the studio ahead of the other band
members it wasn’t to find Jon geared up for work on the next segment of the record. His front man and friend was in a foul mood, unshaven and generally looking like shit.
“I guess I don’t need to ask how the vacation went, huh?”
“Vacation was perfect,” Jon grunted back. “But the bottom fell out before the wheels
pulled up on the flight home. That’s
when my girl let me in on the little tidbit that she didn’t NEED birth control
and hadn’t been using any since long before I met her.”
Richie’s mouth dropped open and he had to make a
conscious choice to close it. “Fuuuucccckkkk. Is she pregnant?”
“Nah. She had to
take fertility drugs to get pregnant.
She says she doesn’t want to put that stuff in her body when she knows
she doesn’t need it and wants ME...” Jon stabbed himself in the chest to make
his point. “...to get a vasectomy or – get this – use rubbers if I have an
issue with it. I told her that wasn’t
fuckin’ happenin’ in this lifetime.”
“And?”
“She didn’t answer when I called from D.C.. Then when I got home she was all pissy, so
she invented a business trip to get away from me.” The frontman rubbed his
stubbly jaw and blew out a heavy sigh.
“If all that wasn’t enough, she’s taken a little road trip through the
South to avoid coming home to me.”
Rachel had called a couple of days ago to inform him that,
while she was finished with her business in Charleston, she was going to take
advantage of the close proximity to Savannah, Georgia and wasn’t sure when,
exactly, she’d be home.
At the time, he’d said nothing other than to wish her a
safe trip. What could he say? They were at serious odds with each other,
and she didn’t seem to have much interest in sticking around long enough to
work through any of it.
Jon lifted up his finger to alert Richie he wasn’t
finished with his story.
“And there’s more, my friend. The kicker is, since I told her we weren’t
having sex without birth control, she’s decided to put me up against a wall and
hold out on me. Told me I was welcome to
sleep at my own house if I preferred.
So, on top of all the fighting, we haven’t had sex in weeks. Oh yeah, it’s been fuckin' BLISS around
here!”
“Weeks??? That
explains your fine temperament. A couple
days has you bitchin’. When’s she comin’
home, man?”
Jon fluttered his hands through the air in a deliberate,
dramatic attempt to reflect Rachel’s vague plans to come home. “When
the spirit moves her, I guess. Stubborn
little minx.”
“You’ve got the female version of YOU.
Welcome to MY world, man. I love
you like a brother, but you’re a pain in the ass and stubborn as the day is
long. You just may have met your match
with your little blonde neighbor.”
“She makes me crazy, but, at the same time I know she’s
the one. Can’t explain it, I just know
it. I just don’t think she’s as
convinced. Any other woman would fall
at my feet, but not the woman I want –
oh no! I have to fall for the woman who
is determined to put me through the paces.”
Jon pinched the bridge of his nose and squinted as he let his head fall
back. “And I’m not even gettin’ laid for
the trouble!”
“Gotta ask... WHY would you put the ixnay on sex? If she doesn’t need birth control, she
doesn’t need it. Why walk around with
your dick in your own hand when you could have it in hers? I don’t get it.”
Richie Sambora had a unique way of putting things. Some people might be shocked by the way he
talked, but to Jon, it was second nature.
“At the time it seemed like a good idea. I mean – I know we’re too old to share the
dirty details – but I swear that girl can bark and I’ve got a hard on! We’re having sex all over the place – without
birth control! How would YOU react?”
“I dunno, man. I’d
probably figure she knew more about her own body than I did.”
Jon couldn’t do anything but shake his head and lower his
head in a condescending glare. “And you
wonder why your life is fucked up all the time…”
“Maybe,” the guitarist conceded with a slight lift of one
shoulder. “But from where I’m
sittin’? My life is looking a helluva
lot better than yours.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
She’d stalled as long as she could, but, eventually,
Rachel had run out of places to… run.
It was time to go home.
Home.
She remembered a time, not so long ago, when feeling she had a home with Jon filled her with
absolute joy. That joy had been stolen
by careless, hurtful words and wounded pride, but their weeks apart had finally
softened the rough edges of her anger and hurt.
Enough so that, when she felt the
sudden urge to get back to him, she couldn’t get her bag packed fast
enough.
Driving only slightly faster than the law allowed, she
was anxious to get back. But... she was still a little nervous, though. She was unsure about the reception she might
receive when she got there. How would he
respond to her after she’d created an excuse not only to leave him, but to stay
away from him?
In retrospect, it wasn’t the most mature thing to
do. It was definitely at odds with her
usual ‘tackle the world head-on’ way of dealing with her job, but this wasn’t
work. It was her life, which she’d never
been very good at dealing with when it spun out of control. Therefore, it had seemed perfectly logical to
her that, because they were so harsh when they fought, a little time
apart could only serve to limit the damage they inflicted on each other.
With equal parts anxiety and anticipation, she pulled
into the driveway of the house that had become hers in the last months. Stopping only long enough to drop her bags
inside the front door, Rachel crossed the road and made her way along the now
familiar path to Jon’s property. The
mass of cars in the studio parking lot told her that’s where she’d find him, and
she hesitated for only a second before climbing the stairs.
A room full of people was added insurance that they
wouldn’t immediately resume lashing out at one another.
Every time she opened that creaky door to the studio,
Rachel was struck by the thought that not one of the men who frequented this
place had ever thought to spray a little WD-40 on the hinges. It was a real estate thing, she supposed, and
she made a mental note to take care of the little nuisance herself the next
time she came.
Quietly closing the door behind her, she heard music
coming from the depths of the studio. That was to be expected, she supposed,
although it was still enough of a novelty that she took conscious note of it.
When she rounded the corner she could see the rooms were
filled with people, each doing their own thing at various place throughout the
studio – drinking coffee, talking quietly, twisting knobs, doodling on
notebooks.
She propped herself against the corner of the doorway,
focusing her attention on the man she’d come to see. His eyes were squinted shut and a set of
headphones only covered one ear as he sang from.... Well, from a place that felt like where her
heart had been living lately.
The world is
cracked, the sky is torn
I’m hanging in,
you’re holding on.
We can’t pretend
that nothing’s changed
Living in the
shadows of the love we made
Back when we were
beautiful
Before the world
got small
Before we knew it
all
Back when we were
innocent
I wonder where it
went
Let’s go back and
find it
Some dreams live
Some will die
But the you in me
is still alive
Now am I blessed or
am I cursed
Cause the way were
are ain’t the way we were...
Absorbing every word that was emoted from the lips that
she hadn’t kissed in so long, Rachel felt like she’d been stabbed in the heart. She couldn’t help but assume he was singing about
them – about their relationship.
Jon caught sight of her as he finished the second verse
and stopped. Pulling his headphones completely
off and dropping them on the console, he moved toward her as though drawn by a
magnetic force and his eyes were locked intently
on hers. When he reached her, he
crooked his arm around the back of her neck, pulling her into his chest.
His whispered, “Hey,” just before he kissed the top of
her head was the only thing he said.
Her quiet, almost timid voice seemed like a stranger’s,
even to her. “Hey. I can see you’re busy. I just wanted to tell you I was back.”
“S’okay….” Taking
half a step backward, he lifted her chin with a single knuckle while leaning
down to kiss her properly, if not passionately.
“I’m glad you’re home.”
So absorbed were they in one another and trying to hear
the unspoken words that were running through each other’s minds, Jon and Rachel
both missed the group of people in the studio exchanging looks and trying not
to gawk. The confusion etched into the eyes
and forehead of everyone besides Richie clearly said they couldn’t understand the palpable tension between these
two.
Turning her attention from Jon to the men, Rachel said hello
and made pleasant chit chat for a moment before telling Jon, “I have a couple
of calls to make, so I’ll let you get back to work.”
He only nodded, his fingers crammed into the front
pockets of his jeans as they always were when he was uncomfortable. “I’m not
sure how late I’ll be.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
The silent sigh imperceptibly lifted and dropped his
shoulders. “C’mon, I’ll walk you out.”
Rachel extended her goodbyes to the puzzled crew before
she and Jon made their way outside and down the exterior stairs. Neither of them spoke during their short
journey to the ground, and she hated the awkward feeling that hovered between
them. It was of little consolation to
pivot and find his shoulders hunched up, fingers still in his pockets - although
that could now be from the chill of the air instead of discomfort.
“I’m sorry if I interrupted your work.” Her gaze flicked to the studio door and back
again. “Kind of a sad song you were
singing when I came in.”
“You didn’t interrupt anything. But yeah, it’s kind of a downer song. I don’t know if it’ll make the record or not,
but we’ll see.” His feet planted wide,
those fingers left his pockets to cradle the back of her head as as he gave her
a lingering kiss. “I’ll try not to be too late... okay?”
His kiss, his touch made her feel oddly emotional. The
softer emotions that had been pushed away since Turks and Caicos demanded to be
remembered and they made Rachel tired.
She was tired of fighting with
him, so she merely nodded and muttered, “Take your time.”
She stepped away
from his touch only to have Jon pull her back to him.
“I did miss you.
And I’m very glad you’re home.”
He had tried
not to be late, but when things were flowing with the band there was no way he could
stop. Recording, re-writing and
rehashing had taken far longer than he planned, making it the wee hours of the
early morning before he found his way to Rachel’s door.
There, the warm reception he’d hoped for was little more
than the porch light being left on for him.
It wasn’t much, but he’d take it.
Locking the door and pushing the key back into his pocket,
he knew she’d be asleep, but climbed the
stairs two at a time anyway. Anytime he
was headed home to Rachel, he was in a hurry.
Even if she was pissed at him.
The only sound in the bedroom was that of her soft
breathing and then the plop of his clothes as he stripped bare and crawled
between the blankets with her. He
flipped to his right side and instinctively rested his hand on her left
hip. Even in her sleep, Rachel wiggled
her body up against his until her back was pressed firmly against his chest. The silky sleepshirt that she wore, rode high
on her thighs, begging to be lifted and
it’s underneath explored. His fingers itched to dance under her gown
remembering her every curve . She never
wore panties to bed... –
He was cursing himself for throwing a fit and insisting
they not have sex until the birth control issue was resolved, even though she was being stubborn about discussing
it. Jon would be more comfortable if she
were on the pill or some other form, but he did trust her. There
was no doubt in his mind that she
was completely innocent of trying to pull something over on him. That just wasn’t his Rachel.
He found his fingers gently bunching up the hem of the
gown – where he knew he’d find nothing but her sweet skin.
Damn, he wanted her.
But he didn’t want this... stuff hanging in the air between them when he
had her. Didn’t know if he could stand
the thought that he was admitting he was wrong.
About the time his stubbornness kicked in full-force and
he’d decided to retreat to his own side
of the bed and just go to sleep, she turned onto her back.
She wasn’t awake.
Her breathing never changed when her movement positioned his hand on her lower abdomen. Rachel might be mad, but her subconscious
still wanted him and this new temptation
turned out to be more powerful a force than his stubbornness.
As his hand was given liberty to wander at will, it
didn’t take long for Rachel to stir.
The arm closest to him curved around his neck and she
pulled him in for a sleepy kiss. The
hem of her gown was scrunched up far above the spot his fingers most wanted to
be and, eventually, Rachel pulled it over her head and threw it off the
bed.
Their naked bodies, now so familiar to each other, knew
what to do – without any words of love
or apology. Her body opened to him and
thoughtless instinct had him assuming the position that he’d taken with her so
many times before.
“So good, baby…”
Jon’s slightest encouragement had her bucking her hips off
the mattress with mindless, wild abandon. For every natural thrust of his hips, she met
him with an equal blind fervor.
“Need you, Jonny.”
Those few words
were all there was. Nothing was
resolved, no hearts had been mended, no hurtful words had been erased. Their breathy panting was the only sound in
the air beyond the impatient coupling of
their sweat-slickened bodies, trying to find solace in familiarity.
Thankyou thankyou thankyou for this totally unexpected chapter!!!! I'm ecstatic about Rachel and Jonny being themselves again, leaving out quarrels ang fights o!!!!
ReplyDeleteSex is not going to solve the problems Jon and Rachel have in their relationship. They either need to sit down and work out the issues between them or walk away from each other.
ReplyDeleteI was thinking the same thing. Sex is not the answer, they can't fight all the time and then just have sex and it's all fine again. Apart from the hot sex, what have they got? Nothing but arguments.
DeleteWhat have they got apart from hot sex? Are we reading the same story?
DeleteGreat writing...could really feel the emotions pulling at them both! Thanks for the treat!
ReplyDeleteMichladydi
Sex isn't the answer, but hopefully it's a step in the right direction? Loved Richie's line about "ixnay" on the sex, that made me laugh. Thanks for this bonus chapter, the writing was beautiful.
ReplyDeleteFirst of all thank you so much for this bonus!!!! We needed it! Lol
ReplyDeleteI agree, sex won't solve anything, but sure glad they found their way to eachother. Now they need ro sit down and lay it all on the table. Figure out if they can make this work for the long haul. I hope so. I don't agree that they don't have anything except hot sex. They do share a bond. Rachel herself has said she never even loved nick this much. Hope they figure it out.
hahaha...sex may not be the answer but...well.....when its THAT good it has to be a step in the right direction...right??...Aw & I teared up at their meeting in the studio..as hubby yelled out..."Make us a coffee can ya"..yeah yeah yeah..his timing is impeccable....lol...Bring on the morning...Lets see what these 2 decide to do...Please!!!..Luved this chapter by the way
ReplyDeleteJulie
That won't resolve anything, just prolong both of you in agony missing each other.
ReplyDeleteTick tock....its weds audra :-) did you forget about us?
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