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Ryan and Danielle both seemed to be in a rush to get out after rehearsal. Danielle was so used to packing her keyboard efficiently and quickly at that point that she was the first one out the door. Ryan found himself listening to intently to the conversation between Spencer, Brendon, and Jon. Bartram always slipped away before anyone would notice. So before he knew it, Ryan was the last one in the room.

The room seemed nearly empty, so he absent-mindedly let his eyes wander around the room in case anyone left anything behind. All of the other times that Ryan had to scavenge for anything, what was left behind was something small, like a pick. To his surprise, there was a stack of music sitting on the other end of the room. Right by the special location for the keyboard.

The guitarist scoffed and rolled his eyes as he made his way over to it to see that, yes, it was keyboard music. That good for nothing girl forgot her music, he thought angrily. That girl who knew exactly how to push his buttons and made him glare at the sight of her pretty face. If there was one thing he didn’t understand, it was how someone so attractive could hold such a power over him that whenever he thought of her, a bubbling hatred formed in the pits of his stomach. He scowled at the pile of music that he was holding and considered tossing it in the air to scatter over the floor and walk away like nothing had happened. Perhaps he would step on a few of them on his way out. However, he considered again, which was a highly unlikely thing for him to do, and stuffed the music in the guitar case with is own music. Then and only then did he eventually climb into his Mercedes and drive off to his flat.

Hours passed. Miss Lechmere was seated in front of her piano at her apartment, making melodies, familiarizing herself with chords, and just messing around overall. A while later, she set up her keyboard, ready to practice her parts some more on her own. Of course, this task was quite impossible when she couldn’t find her music anywhere. In an instant, she had her cell phone freed from her pocket and in front of her face, scrolling through her contacts. Even if she didn’t need the music until the next day, she still wanted to know where it was at least. With a bit of thought, she decided to call Spencer.

“Hey, Spencer. It’s Danielle.”

“Oh.. hey, what’s up?” Spencer’s voice sounded cautious, obviously a tad suspicious of her calling.

“This is gonna sound so bad, but I have no clue where my music is. Did you see it before you left?”

“No.. But Ryan was the last one to leave. He might have your music.” Spencer spoke a little fast, knowing how his mention of Ryan might make her feel.

Danielle uncrossed her legs where she sat and gritted her teeth. After a second or two, she let out a quick breath and responded. “Okay. Thanks, Spencer.”

“Yeah, no problem. And don’t worry, I’m sure it’ll turn up before tomorrow if Ryan doesn’t have it.”

“Mhmm…” She spoke through her clenched teeth. “I’m not worried, I just wanted to practice some on my own before tomorrow. Could you tell me where Ryan lives so I could go get it?”

“Danielle, you know you don’t have to. Like, I said, it should turn up before tomorrow.” There was that cautious tone again. “You don’t wanna wear yourself out, you know?”

“I won’t, I just wanna make sure I know where it is.”

“Alright…”

Spencer reluctantly gave her directions which she jotted down in her artistically unique handwriting. After thanking him again, she said goodbye and was off for Ryan’s flat, infuriated that he would take her music just like that.

As she stepped into her car and started driving through the busy Las Vegas traffic, she couldn’t get her mind off of him. Before she even met the band, she thought that Ryan would be one of the more civil guys in the group. Oh, how wrong I was about /that, /she thought grimly. Never before had she been so infuriated with someone and physically attracted to them at the same time.

Danielle followed the written directions carefully, making sure to do it right the first time so she wouldn’t have to backtrack and possibly not find it for an hour. Finally, she pulled into the parking lot, near the back. Walking across the parking lot, she saw his shiny Mercedes and new she must be at the right place.

Her slender hand reached out for a polished finger to press the doorbell. Not long after the door opened to reveal a smirking Ryan Ross behind it. “Ah, I was expecting the likes of you would show up here sooner or later. Come to yell at me some more?”

“Oh, don’t get all excited, Ross. I know you have my music,” she spat, folding her arms over her chest and walking past him briskly. They both felt the heat emitting from each other as she passed. Danielle kept walking, looking around the carpeted room and the curtain-covered windows that would likely overlook the strip if they were opened. Ryan, however, kept his eyes on her rear, biting his lip hard at the way she carried herself on those slim legs.

“Nice curtains,” she commented, still looking over the room.

“Nice ass,” he said lowly under his breath.

“What was that?” she questioned offensively, arms still folded as she turned to face him.

“Nothing…”

“Why do you always have to be like that?”

“It’s just the way I am, sweetie,” he replied acidly, giving her a look.

“Well, I need my music, so hand it over.”

“Maybe if you would ask a little nicer, I would.”

“Since when are you one for manners?”

“You’re right! I don’t think I’ve ever heard something nice come out of your mouth. Why start now?”

They both looked away. Ryan let out a huff of annoyance. Danielle folded her arms tighter.

“Fine!” Ryan exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air dramatically. “Here’s your stupid music,” he continued, grabbing it from the end table not so far away. “We both know you could use the practice.”

“I could since you’re music’s impossible to play anyway.” Danielle stared right through him, stepping toward him to take the music that was extended in his hands.

“If it’s so difficult why don’t you just quit?” he challenged, face edging closer to hers.

“Maybe I will. Then I wouldn’t have to work with someone like you!” She did the same as the harsh words released from her lips, firmly grasping the music at the same time.

“Good, because I don’t want to work with you, either!” He shoved the papers toward her as he spoke.

“Fine!”

“Fine!”

Their faces were too close for comfort by then, but it only lasted a second with the expected silence before they both connected their lips together. They kissed roughly, dropping the music at the same time and putting their hands on each other, moving around a bit to settle on just the right place. Ryan’s bony fingers found themselves quite comfortable on Danielle’s rear, pulling her that much closer to close off the distance between their bodies. Danielle shoved her tongue into Ryan’s mouth, placing her hands on the back of his head, taking quick control over his mouth for only a second. Their tongues wrestled for dominance, quickly building heat between them.

Ryan’s honey-brown eyes shot open at that familiar kick-starting of his testosterone. His hands moved to Danielle’s waist just before he began to move her back a little, moving with her. Danielle exhaled into his mouth, biting his lip as they moved faster across the room, into the hallway. Steering carefully, Ryan watched out of the corner of his eye until they reached his bedroom.

Hearts racing, they continued to kiss viciously, both of them certain that they would dominate over the other. It was all just a game of who could outlast the other. Danielle took his lip between her teeth and bit hard, for the most part. Ryan tilted his head down so that his tongue could fit into her mouth, flicking his tongue lightly across her palate, making her shudder for a few seconds before tightening her mouth around his tongue. Quickly deciding that this was enough, Ryan steered her back yet again and pushed them both back on the bed fiercely, unintentionally knocking the wind out of Danielle.

Finally, their mouths parted, leaving them both breathing heavily as Ryan guided them back toward the pillows. Danielle kicked off her shoes, still catching her breath, while Ryan let out his hot breaths on her, moving his head to either side of hers and running his tongue along her ear. Her body arched up to his, trying desperately not to make a noise and show that she was enjoying it. His mouth moved down to her neck, smirking against it before kissing it while sliding off his socks. Danielle let out shaking breaths as he kept carrying out his violent attack on her neck. Once Ryan’s socks were off, he spoke lowly with his lips still on her neck. “You know how many girls have dreamt about this?” he more-like stated lowly.

Danielle shook again, taking the time while he couldn’t see to find his hands and entwine their fingers. As soon as the last syllable flowed out into the air, she used a good amount of energy to flip him over. “Yeah, well I’m not one of them,” she growled, sitting up and straddling him. His hands ran up and down her sides before unexpectedly moving again to her butt and squeezing. This time, Danielle was the one biting her own lip, holding back once again.

“Go on, baby,” Ryan said slyly. “Let it out." At that, Danielle groaned with disgust, looking down at him briefly before seizing a fistful of his shirt collar and yanking it down. She moved down quickly to lick across his collarbone before biting it mercilessly. His chest tightened as he held back is breath. Danielle could feel it and smirked.

“Go on and let it out, baby.”

Ryan exhaled something between a groan and a yelp. Hands sliding down his torso, Danielle’s fingers curled underneath it and pulled it over his head, watching it float to the ground. Ryan grabbed her hands and flipped himself on top of her once again. His mouth attacked hers once again, working fast to remove her top as well. It had joined his before Danielle even noticed he was touching it. Those cold, bony fingers of his slithered across her warm and inviting skin, massaging her breasts through her bra. Danielle’s elegant fingers reacted by scraping her nails gently along his naked chest and slipping a hand down his pants, fingering his hard-on through his boxers. Ryan massaged harder. They both tore their mouths away to moan.

Danielle’s bra was ripped off in no time flat. At that, she finally removed her hands from his pants and began to undo them. Her kissing was off as she did this, eyes still snapped shut. Ryan kicked his pants away as soon as he got the chance. He quickly did the same for stylish capris, although they proved to be more difficult to remove.

There was a thin layer of sweat between them by the time someone was approaching the door to the flat. “Ryan, open up,” Brendon called, just below a yell. He figured that of course Ryan would recognize his voice. After second or two standing there, he tried the door, figuring that his friend was using the toilet or something similar. He closed the door behind him and headed toward the bathroom, surprised to find the door open. That was when he heard a voice that sounded oddly familiar to his ears.

In the bedroom, Ryan was grinding his erection roughly into Danielle’s groin. Her body was pressed against his, eyes closed. “Please, please! Just get on with it, PLEASE!” she cried airily, prying her eyes open to look at him with those hypnotizing blue eyes.

Ryan grinned devilishly. “There are those manners we were talking about earlier,” he said, leaning down slowly, his hand sliding down her naked body, massaging her clit, making her moan. “Now.. How fast do you think you can get these boxers off of me?” he purred into her ear, his grinding slowing considerably. He gave Danielle a second to breathe, before flicking her clit with is hand, causing her to clench the sheets beneath her and screech something terrible from the back of her throat.

And Brendon couldn’t remember feeling any more sick in his life. They didn’t even see that he was there, and yet they were about to get on with this crazy sex. It felt almost like someone was squeezing the life out of his heart as he watched the scene with his hands over his mouth. He sucked in a silent breath to keep himself from vomiting and tore his eyes away. He walked off quickly and quietly, closing the door behind him like he was never there.

Ryan’s boxers were nearly in shreds by the time Danielle was through with them. “There’s a good girl,” he breathed to her face which was mere inches from his. He positioned himself, ready for the taking. Danielle waited impatiently, her heartbeat pulsing throughout her entire body. She felt his hips move slightly as his cock nudged at her entrance several times. “Oh, GOD!” she screamed, trembling.

“See, I could get used to being called that.” Danielle was too busy bruising her bottom lip with her teeth and pushing her hips up to his to respond to what he had said. Ryan nudged harder. She whined in desperation. “Say it!”

“I HATE YOU!” Danielle shouted, followed by a scream. Ryan entered forcefully, freezing as soon as he was all the way in. “FUCK, MOVE!”

Ryan’s eyebrows were furrowed; however, his voice was unaffected. “What’s the magic word, dear?”

“PLEASE!”

His hips grinded with hers once again, setting a painfully slow pace but penetrating hard. They breathed together, staring at each other with the most challenging gazes they had yet to give each other. Danielle’s hands moved to his arched back, stroking at first, in rhythm with his movements. Her lips formed a nasty smirk a split second before she dug her nails as hard as she could into his back. Ryan pinched his eyes shut and clenched his teeth at the pain. He let out a deep breath.

“Fuck!” His lips tightened together before he started bucking hard into her, a moan following each one. Her legs wrapped around his waist to allow him to travel deeper. That was when she could feel it in her stomach, building and building with each thrust of his hips. Danielle scraped her nails from his back to his shoulders and pushed him onto his back between thrusts. He was given a very interesting stare as she sat on top of him, her legs around his middle.

Carefully, she moved and positioned so that he was almost inside of her. But then she raised herself again, and slowly lowered herself, smirking the entire time. Ryan let out a breath and bucked his hips once more, getting another deep moan from her. Again, she raised and lowered, that feeling in her gut progressing more and more. At this point, Ryan could feel it, too. The next time she lifted up, she didn’t come back down. Ryan pushed his hips up to her and groaned at the delicious friction. Danielle pushed him back down, creating even more of that thrilling feeling and gyrated her hips, rapidly increasing her speed.

Danielle kept all of her energy into not letting go until he did. Her breathing was rigid as she leaned over a shallow-breathing Ryan and purred into his ear. “Cum for me, baby.” That was all it took. Finally, he released and moaned, his hips trying to jerk against hers which were pressing down hard until she felt his seed spreading into her. At that, she let out more moans and uneven sighs and she came, her walls tightening and loosening around him until it was all over and collapsed onto his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

“Wow…” Ryan said under his breath, still high off of that intense rush.

“I know what you mean…” Danielle drifted off, sitting up and crawling back to the pillows. He joined her before she slipped under the covers. He followed suit yet again, still dazed and amazed as he stared at her. Her eyes had been closed while she felt his breath sink into her skin, but she opened them randomly to see him staring right back at her.

“Ryan, do you love me?” she questioned a bit fearfully.

Ryan put his arms around her, stalling while he thought. “There’s a very special place in my heart for you, Danielle.”

Luckily, she had turned her head to rest beside his chest again. Otherwise, he would have seen the unsure look on her face. But she considered it carefully and put on a warm smile. “You can call me Dani.”

He smiled down at the woman in his arms, breathing with her once again. She listened to his heart beating faintly next to her. The lovers let their minds settle into a well-deserved rest.