FicWad

Hey guys, sorry I've been away so long but Christmas has brought travel, airport security, yuletide cheer and family disagreements. Yep, I'm thoroughly miserable. lol God, I just wanna go home so I can write!!! Thanks for reading this story and thanks for your reviews!





On February 13th it snowed large fluffy flakes, but Davey's flight came in just fine. He met her at the car, wearing a fuzzy black coat and some striped pink and black pants. She was wearing a black dress, a black full length leather coat that tied around the waist, and some knee high leather boots. When he saw her his face seemed to light up and they rushed to each other. He kissed her, tenderly, and held her close.

"Happy Valentine's Day," he said, presenting her with a beautiful rose he'd been hiding behind his back.
"It sure is," she said, admiring her rose. "Thank you."
"You're very welcome," he said, and kissed her again. Then they got in the car and headed for the restaurant.
"So I have your present..." she hinted, on the way there.
"Let's wait to exchange gifts. Yours is at the hotel."
"How is that?" she wondered.
"Just trust me. You'll love it."
"Alright, I'm trusting you."
"You wont be disappointed."

After a lovely and romantic dinner at a restaurant she knew of but had only seen in passing because it was extremely expensive, they got in the car and she didn't ask where they were going. She didn't want to ruin the suspense. She was surprised when they were taken to the Aragon Ballroom. She gasped, suddenly getting it.

The Fray was playing their sold out show tonight.

She had this huge thing for The Fray, but she had never been able to get tickets. The last time they played Chicago they'd done three back-to-back dates at the House of Blues and they all sold out before she could get as much as one. Davey had called her that day and asked how she was. She told him "I'm 'Over My Head' with sadness. All The Fray tickets sold out. For ALL THREE DATES." He'd tried to console her, but she was still bummed. Now it looked like she was finally going to see them.

"We're going to see The Fray?!"
"Well, someone told me they were really good," he said. "So I got in contact with them. Turns out they like AFI, so they invited us to come see their show."

She gave a little scream of excitement and squeezed him tight.

"Litzy? I can't breathe..."
"Oh, sorry," she said, letting go. "This is just so exciting!"
"I thought it might be fun for us to see a show together. We've never done that. You always come to my shows, but this'll be something different for us."
"I hope you like it. I know this isn't your type of music."
"Hey," he said, taking her hand. "If you love it, I love it."
She didnt know what to say, she was just overwhelmed.

They went backstage and met the band, hung out for a little while, then went to watch the set from the VIP area. She was absolutely in heaven. They sounded so good, and it was so nice to have Davey there with her, holding her hand and sharing the experience with her. They played a really nice romantic song and she just had to kiss him. They made out a little here and there. She started to really think about how she was going to take his clothes off when they got to the hotel. Which is why when he asked her after the show ended if she wanted to go say goodbye to the band, she politely declined.

"We only have a certain amount of time left together, and I don't know about you but I'm hoping to spend it naked."
"Oh, I'm with you," he said, helping her into her coat. "One hundred percent."


Davey had booked them a suite in a 5 star hotel in the area of Chicago known as The Magnificent Mile. It was the same hotel she had lived down the street from for two years but had never even been inside of, because everyone who stayed there was terribly rich and important. All their guests drove Italian sports cars or arrived in a limousine or stretch Hummer. She and Davey were arriving by limousine.

When they got up to the 35th floor, she saw that there was only one door on that side of the entire hallway. The door to their room. She knew it must be unimaginably huge, but when they walked in she still had to stifle a gasp. Then, in the middle of her shock she heard the cutest tiniest little bark.

"He ruined my surprise," Davey said, bending down to open a wire crate out of which ran a tiny and adorable white puppy with a red collar and a heart-shaped ID tag.
"Oh my GOD!" she cried, putting her arms out to scoop the puppy up. He barked happily and licked her face. "YOU ARE SO CUTE!! Is he my present?"
"One of them," he said, slyly.
"Oh, he's so wonderful! What kind of dog is he?"
"He's a Bichon. What are you gonna name him?"
She thought for a moment, while petting the puppy's fluffy ears. "Marshmallow."
Davey died laughing.
"What?! Doesn't he look like a fuzzy widdo marshymarshmallow?! Don't you, boy?" she asked the puppy. He barked and licked her nose, and she cuddled him like a baby.
"Oh boy. You two are going to be inseparable," Davey chuckled, shaking his head.
"Thank you," she said, hugging him. "He's the best present ever."
"You're welcome. I'm glad you like him."
"I love him. He's so perfect and lovable."

She took a minute to look around the suite. Marshmallow tried to wriggle out of her arms so she set him down. He ran off, exploring.

"Davey...this is....beautiful," she said.

Just standing in the living room area was amazing. There was a white baby grand piano in there.

"The master bedroom has a king-size bed and French doors that lead to an outdoor jacuzzi," he said, slipping his arms around her waist.
"Oh reeeealllly?"
"Yes, really," he said, nuzzling her neck.
"Mmmmm. I think we should go check it out," she said, in a dreamlike haze.
"We should. But first I have something else for you. Sit."

She took a seat and he presented her with a long white box which upon opening contained a dozen red roses.
"Every beautiful woman should receive a dozen roses on Valentine's Day," he said.
"I'm so glad I fall into that lucky demographic," she beamed.
"You're at the top of that lucky demographic."
When she took the roses out out of the box she saw a flat jewelry box had been lying underneath. Inside it was an intricate diamond bracelet that almost made her lose bladder control. She always said she wasn't into owning jewelry, but after one look at that bracelet she found she was very into it. It was the finest piece of jewelry she'd seen, and she knew it must be very expensive.
"What do you think?" he asked.
"It's so beautiful," she breathed. "Davey, really, you shouldn't have."
"Ah, but the look on your face right now is telling me the exact opposite," he teased. "Besides, every beautiful woman should be given a diamond bracelet by the man who loves her."
She wasn't arguing that, but she just wasn't on that kind of budget and was afraid that her gift was going to look ridiculous in comparison.
"You're gonna hate my gift," she said, in sudden realization.
"Litzy," he said, taking her hand and giving her a serious look. "I could never hate anything you gave me. You could give me an orange and green polka dot tie and I would still love it because it came from you."
"Well...it's just that...Davey..."
"Just give it to me. You're worrying for nothing, I'm sure it's wonderful."
"Well...okay."
She reached into her purse and pulled out a thin flat package the size of a CD. Because it contained a CD.
"Uhm..."
"Why are you nervous?" he asked, rubbing her arm comfortingly.
"It's just that...I dont share things with people. Not real things. I mean the things that really matter to me. I guess I stopped a long time ago when everything changed for me. I mean, when my parents died. Oh great, now I'm depressing you -"
"You're not. Go on. Please."
"This is something I made. It's a song -"
"You sing?"
"No, well a little, but not on here. This is just guitar. Acoustic."
"I didnt know you played guitar," he said, as though it were a big thing to conceal. Maybe it was.
"Well like I was saying, I don't share things with people. And I've never let anyone hear anything I've written. But I wrote this for you, and I realized the other day that since we're going to be married maybe it's time I start trusting somone. And maybe it's time I really let you in. I -"
He cut her off with a kiss.
She was caught off guard but kissed him back. For a moment they just kissed. And it was one of those kisses where she was speechless and breathless when they parted.
He gingerly took the CD from her hands.
"This is the best gift anyone has ever given me."
"You haven't heard it yet," she whispered.
"I dont need to hear it to know how much it means. To you and for us. Thank you."
"You're welcome."
"Can I listen to it now?"
"I'd prefer you wait until I'm not around," she said.
"I'll play it on the way back on the plane."
"Okay. I also got you something else. Well, something for me for you."
"Hm, I like the way this sounds..."
"Give me two minutes," she said, taking her bag into the master bathroom.
Two minutes was more like fifteen because she had to curl her hair to give it that extra sexpot volume. But when she emerged from the bathroom the look on his face was worth the effort.
"Wow," he said, completely stunned.
She thought she might look nice, but nothing like he was making it out to be. She was wearing a black lace halter babydoll and some 3 1/2" silver satin sandals with dangling gemstones.
"You look so beautiful."
"Thank you," she blushed.
"Wait, dont move. I need a picture of this," he said, going through his bags looking for his digital camera.
"Are you serious?!" she laughed.
"Hey, when I'm on the tourbus late at night in my bunk alone, at least I can have a picture to remind me of what's waiting for me."
"I see your point. Where do you want me?"
"Right where you are is fine."
She didnt know what to do with herself so she just improvised, posing against the doorjamb.
He looked at the picture and shook his head. "If Victoria's Secret only knew. They could have a new model."
"Why do you flatter me so much?" she asked, going to him and putting her arms around him.
"Because you deserve it," he said, kissing her. "Dont you want to see the picture?"
"I want to see you," she said, kissing his neck and running her hand through his hair.
He sat the camera down and caressed her all over as he kissed her. She smiled to herself as she began taking his clothes off like she had been wanting so much to do all night. She took her time, kissing and licking her way down his chest and stomach, then she unfastened his pants and pulled them down. She couldn't have resisted, it was so pleasing to the eye she just had to take him in her mouth. He started to moan quite sexily as she went to work. He grabbed her hair up in a loose ponytail in his hand as she bobbed her head up and down. She switched up her technique to keep him guessing about what to expect. She looked up at him to let him know how much she enjoyed what she was doing. He looked like he was loving every single second of it. She alternated between licking and sucking, seeing that licking turned him on great deal, too. She noticed that he was making a lot of noise now. His grip on her hair tightened. He was close. She moved back and used her hand, stroking him off into her mouth. She marveled at how he always sounded so cute when he came. But then again, everything about him was so cute.
He pulled her to her feet and kissed her, then laid her back on the bed spreading her legs wide and laying between them. She was wearing a tiny thong and he pulled it aside and began to lick her. Apparently he hadn't forgotten how she liked it. She closed her eyes and moaned as pleasure started to build with each flick of his hot, wet tongue.
'This mouth is good for soooo much more than singing...' she thought to herself with a smirk.
Steadily it was growing, that wonderful tingling tightening sensation.
"Ohh yes," she moaned.
She felt the pressure of his finger pushing inside her, sliding into her wet depths. She let out a loud moan. He started to pump his finger in and out of her as he continued to lick her. He was doing it just the way she needed it done and her pleasure was mounting and mounting to the point that she thought she might scream. And she knew she was definitely going to climax any minute. But every time she thought she was going to, the feeling just got more intense and even more intense. Until eventually it happened. A warm sensation spread through her and an explosion of intense pleasure hit her, making her scream out his name. Her body started to shake as muscles inside her contracted and released over and over again before finally subsiding and leaving her lying there breathless, legs trembling.
She was speechless as he moved up, lying between her thighs and kissing her. She could feel that he was hard again and she wanted him inside her so badly. He pulled her nightie over her head and tossed it, then kissed his way down her neck and collarbone, taking her breasts in his hands and fondling them. He sucked her nipples, making her moan and whimper. Then he pushed his erection into her.
"Oh God," she cried, clinging to him as he started to slowly thrust in and out of her. They made love for awhile, changing positions so that she was on top and then changing back again. It was one of those good long lovemaking sessions where you worked up a sweat but still needed more. By the time they climaxed the blankets were on the floor, the fitted sheet had popped off the corners of the mattress, they were at the foot of the bed instead of the head where they began, and it was 3:00 AM. But for both of them it was so deep and so intense, it was more than worth it. They were worn out and barely had the strength to drag themselves to the shower. But they managed. Litzy had never showered with a man before and she found it to be a lot of fun.
They retired to bed, Davey in boxers and Litzy in nothing. She was always comfortable sleeping that way. Davey wrapped his arm around her waist and sighed contentedly.
"The last time we fell asleep like this I woke up and you were gone," she said.
She instantly regretted saying it, but somehow it still hurt. Somehow that fear was still there. The fear that she might lose him.
He softly kissed her shoulder.
"Well, sorry to disappoint you, my dear, but you're not going to be getting rid of me that easily anymore."
She smiled to herself.
"Get some sleep," he said.
She lay there for a moment thinking about their day before she fell asleep.