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Just as I was about to drift back off, I heard the room to the hotel door click open and heard James' and Kirk's familiar voices. Figuring that I wouldn't be going to bed now that I knew they were back, I shifted into a sitting position and waited for James to come see me. After discussing Ride the Lightning with Lars for a little while, I heard footsteps approach my room and then I heard James' hand on the doorknob. However, the doorknob wouldn't turn.

"Hey Olivia!" James called to me from outside the doorway, "Why do you have the door locked?" The door was locked? Why was my door locked? I hadn't remembered locking the door...but wait! Lars had done something weird with the door before he left my room. Was it possible that Lars had locked me in the room?

"I didn't lock the door, James," I said honestly, "It must be locked from your side of the door. I swear I didn't lock it." James cursed and fiddled with the door for a few more minutes. Sighing loudly, I could hear him saying to the others, "Does anyone know how to pick a lock? Somehow, Olivia got locked in the bedroom. We need to get her out of there."

"Um, you don't need to pick the lock," Kirk said nervously. Something about Kirk's voice made him sound suspicious. James must've heard the suspicion too, because he went right over to Kirk and asked, "Okay, why don't I need to pick the lock? If you know how to get the fucking door open, then get it open! I want to talk to Olive."

"You can talk to her from this side of the door," Kirk explained a-matter-of-factly. I suddenly realized that Kirk was the one who had locked me in the room! After all, Lars had said that Kirk was the one who wanted me in the bedroom with the door shut. Hm, that was odd. What was Kirk playing at? I wanted James and I wasn't in a mood to wait for him.

James must have come to the same realization about Kirk as me, because his next few words were, "Hey, you locked Olivia in there on purpose, didn't you? What did you do that for? Unlock the fucking door right this fucking minute!" James' voice sounded scary. If I was Kirk, I would've given James the keys and would've gotten the hell away from him. However, I was not Kirk and Kirk apparently had a mind of his own despite James' anger.

"Sorry, James," Kirk apologized in a genuine voice. "I hate to do this to you, but I don't want to take any more chances with Olivia. You hurt her pretty bad last night. I don't want you guys sleeping together because I know you won't be responsible." Ah, so that was why Kirk was concerned about letting James in my bedroom. He was looking out for me. I couldn't help but wonder if he was looking out for me in a way that friends look out for each other or if there was more too it than that.

"Hey Lars, did you see where Kirk put the key?" James asked desperately, obviously not giving up quite yet. I heard Lars laugh slightly and say, "Um, I do have the key, James. Kirk doesn't even now where it is now." Uh oh, Lars having the key was not a good sign. If Lars had the key, then there was a pretty good chance that James would not be getting it anytime soon. However, James wasn't going to be defeated easily. He was still going to try to get that key from Lars.

"Okay, Lars, where's the key?" James asked in an impatient voice. There was no answer from Lars. James cursed, "Fuck it all! Can't you guys give me the fuckin' key?" I could imagine Kirk smiling gently at James in the other room as he said, "Sorry, James, no one is going to give you the key. Why don't you calm down and go to bed like the rest of us? You can even sleep in the bed with Lars if you want." Kirk's offer was actually pretty nice. True, sleeping with Lars wasn't exactly a pleasure, but it was much better than sleeping on the floor. Not for the first time, I wished we had more than one hotel room.

James decided to try one more time, "Lars, won't you please give me the key? I mean, it doesn't really influence you what I do with Olivia anyways." Lars snorted loudly and replied, "Sorry, James, but no key. Kirk has a point. We don't need Olivia to get hurt any worse before the door. Also, I wouldn't mind having a nice peaceful rest tonight without you two moaning all night long."

I blushed from the other room even though nobody could see me. People really liked to make fun of my vocalness during sex. James cursed one last time and then I heard the sound of someone flopping onto the bed. A moment later, the light flicked off and I figured everyone had gone to sleep. Unfortunately, I was far from sleep now. I had been expecting to sleep with James tonight and was wide awake now. For some reason, I didn't like to sleep alone in bed. It was so much comforting to have someone sleep next to you. With that thought in mind, I called quietly through the doorway, "Hey Kirk?"

If Kirk was asleep, he wouldn't be able to hear me. However, if he was still awake, my voice would probably be able to travel to his ears. From somewhere nearby, Kirk murmured, "Hm?" Oh god, Kirk was indeed sleeping on the floor. I didn't see how any guys could sleep on the hard floor. It was a bitch for your back and it was about impossible to fall asleep on.

"Why don't you take the other half of the bed?" I whispered back through the doorway to Kirk. There was a pause and then Kirk said, "Um...are you sure? I mean, I don't want to disturb you or anything." I almost laughed at that comment. He had already disturbed me enough by kicking James out of my room. The least he could do was come in and sleep by me.

"Yeah, of course I'm sure," I replied confidently. "Come on in." There was a pause and then I heard light footsteps outside my door. A moment later, the lock clicked and Kirk slipped through my doorway. I noticed that he hadn't bothered to change out of his clothes and was still wearing a blue button-up top, black pants, and he had a white baseball cap on backwards. Kirk crossed the room silently and slipped onto the right side of the bed next to me.

"Whoa, what happened to your hair?" I asked, suddenly realizing that it was done in a bunch of little braids all around his face. To be honest, it looked pretty cute on him. Kirk gave a little self-conscious smile and tugged at one of the braids as he replied, "Oh, all the band members of the Spastic Children did the hair braiding. Well, everyone but Cliff. We couldn't convince him to do it." I laughed at the thought of Cliff's long mane of auburn hair confined to little braids. I just couldn't see Cliff doing that.

"Wait..." I suddenly interjected as a new thought struck me, "What about James? Did he do the hair braiding?" Kirk grinned and nodded, brown eyes shining. Oh shit, why did Kirk have to have such gorgeous eyes? For a moment, I tried to imagine James with his hair in little braids. I just couldn't see it. I had no doubt that I would indeed see it tomorrow though.

"So what else did you do while you were with the Spastic Children?" I asked Kirk, hoping that James hadn't done anything to get into anymore trouble. Kirk looked thoughtful for a moment and then said, "We made some shirts. Well, mostly James did that. You'll see his tomorrow. It's kind of funny." I wondered what kind of shirt James had made. Knowing James, it was probably obnoxious or had some rude saying on it. He already had a lot of shirts like that.

As I was thinking this through, a big yawn slipped out of the corner of my mouth. Kirk smiled at me and stretched out on his side, "You look tired. We should go to bed. You're sure you don't mind me sleeping over here, right?" I shook my head quickly and pointed to Kirk's head, "No, I don't mind at all. You might want to take that hat off though."

Blushing, Kirk removed the hat and put it on the nightstand, "Oh, good idea. I kind of forgot I was wearing it." With that, we both stretched out and attempted to fall asleep. It didn't take Kirk too long to fall asleep. I swear he fell asleep within the next two minutes. On the other hand, I had a much harder time falling asleep. I kept looking over at Kirk's sleeping figure next to me. He was so beautiful when he slept. I watched as his chest rose and fell silently with sleep and as his black locks fell into his eyes.

Knowing that I was probably doing something really stupid, I found myself inching over towards Kirk and snuggling up against him. Kirk was asleep so he didn't feel a thing. I definitely felt something though. Kirk's body was nice and warm against mine and as I tucked my head into his chest, I could hear the steady beat of his heart against my ear. Now feeling that everything was right, I let my eyes close slowly and let myself drift off into a deep, dream-filled slumber.

I was lying in bed on my back with someone leaning over me. I was in a really good mood and was feeling pretty flirty. I grabbed the wrists of the guy lying above me and pulled him down onto the bed on top of me. The bed was really nice. It was a king-sized bed with a fluffy mattress and soft pillows. The lights in the bedroom were dimmed and the aroma of roses filled the room. Ah, it was an absolutely perfect night. Well, perfect for sex anyways. Now all I had to do was seduce my lover.

The guy I had pulled on top of me was slightly obscured by the darkness of the room, but I had no doubt he was my lover. Knowing that I needed to have him sooner than later, I looked up at him and fluttered my eyelashes as I commented, "You look gorgeous tonight." The guy who was straddling on top of me gave a nervous laugh that was somewhat familiar, "I dunno about that."

"Mm, you always look good," I replied, reaching up and starting to unbutton the shirt of the guy lying above me. He was wearing a blue shirt that looked really good against his olive skin, but that shirt needed to be taken off. Even though it looked nice, I was sure the guy's chest would look a lot better. My hands continued to deftly unbutton his shirt and then I tossed it aside.

Shirtless now, the guy lying above me, gently let himself down on my body and moved his mouth to mine. He kissed me with the most gentle kisses. I had never been kissed like this before. These kisses were filled with so much love and passion that I never wanted to break away from them. I just wanted to lie in bed here with my lover for the rest of time. I was enjoying the kisses so much that I was no longer in a hurry to get to the sex like I usually did.

My lover and I kissed for a long time. When we finally broke apart, he lifted his eyes to mine and we looked directly into each other's gaze. My heart almost stopped beating as I gazed into Kirk's gorgeous chocolate eyes. They always looked beautiful, but they looked even better as they glittered in the moonlight. Suddenly, a question popped onto my lips, "Do you love me?"

Kirk stared into my eyes for a moment with his true, honest gaze and then replied simply, "Yes, I do. I've always loved you. Haven't you known that?" Kirk loved me! He really did. I had always wanted him to say that. I knew that all along. Suddenly, words were no longer needed. Kirk leaned down and kissed me once more. His hands traveled under my shirt while my hands traveled down the warmth of his chest. Kirk unclasped my bra and my hands continued to travel downward over his stomach...

"Olivia? Olivia, wake up!" I was suddenly jolted out of the bed with Kirk and I blinked once to fine that I was indeed lying on a bed with Kirk, but it wasn't like it had been. Oh shit, I must've been dreaming. Blinking, I looked around to see Kirk was lying next to me still fully dressed and that he was gazing at me with deep concern, not love.

"Hey, are you okay?" Kirk asked with concern. "You kept calling my name out." My cheeks immediately flushed. Not meeting Kirk's eyes, I shrugged, "I'm...okay. I just need a glass of water, that's all." With that, I climbed out of bed and crossed the room to the bathroom. Luckily, I was feeling stronger now and was able to walk around without assistance.

When I reached the bathroom, I washed my face and stared into the mirror. My cheeks were still read with embarrassment and I was trembling slightly. Something was wrong with me. I didn't get what my attraction to Kirk was about. It had been kind of hard to ignore before, but now it was getting impossible to ignore. I hated the way I was starting to have these crazy dreams about Kirk. It wasn't fair to him, James, or me. It was definitely a good thing that people couldn't read my thoughts.

Looking at my watch, I decided that it was early enough to just go ahead and get ready for the day. I brushed my hair, put on some light makeup and then inserted some earrings. Feeling that I looked better, I stepped out of the bathroom and found that the guys in the other room were up. Lars and James were talking on the bed. James looked sleepy, but his eyes lit up when he met my gaze, "Olive! I missed you. Come sit by me." James pushed Lars over on the bed to make room for me. Lars grumbled and shoved James back. Trying not to laugh, I went over and sat by James on the bed. He was wearing a shirt that read "Proud Drunk" on it. That must've been the shirt he made with the Spastic Children. It was definitely a good thing we were starting out on the tour today.

James sat me on his lap as soon as I had made it to the bed and wrapped his arms tightly around my waist. I glanced over my shoulder at him and noticed that his hair was indeed done in little braids. Pulling one of them, I frowned and said, "You're going to take these out soon. Like maybe before the tour...right?"

"You don't like them, do you?" James asked with a laugh. Deciding to be honest, I said, "Not really." It looked weird to have James' hair done in tight braids when I was used to his beautiful golden locks hanging unrestrained down his back. James laughed and stole a kiss on my neck, "I'll take them out this morning. I'll do anything for you." At James' words, I felt myself relax a bit. Of course I was meant to be with James, not Kirk. Still...why was Kirk the one in my dreams?