Robert's POV
The next thing I know, the stewardess is shaking me awake. My eyes flutter open as she moves down a few aisles to the next person. I felt Erin's head on my shoulder, and she was sleeping so peacefully and looked so beautiful, I didn't want to wake her up. Jimmy rolled over and stretched, which woke up Erin. She looked up at me with tired eyes and smiled. The three of us got off the plane, meeting John, Peter, and Bonzo, who had already gotten our bags. We all piled into a limo, surprisingly, no crazed fans or mobs of groupies came up to us. We drove to the hotel, where Peter checked us in. We got three rooms, and Bonzo immediately called Pagey as his roommate.
"Why me? We were roommates in San Fran." Jimmy sighed. No one really wanted Bonzo. He snored. A lot.
"We're best mates! Come on, Jim Jam," Bonzo grabbed his bags and headed for the elevator. Jonesy followed, Peter staying behind to yell into the phone some more.
I wanted to ask Erin if she'd share with me, but I didn't want to appear too forward. After all, I met her just yesterday.
"Robert?" I looked over at Erin, crushed between me, Jonesy, and some random stranger in the elevator.
"Yes, love?"
She giggles when I called her 'love'. It was so damn cute.
"I don't really know anyone besides you and Jimmy, and he's taken, so to speak, so could I room with you?" She gave me that I-don't-know-what-the-hell-to-say look.
"Sure, just as long as I get the bed by the window."
Erin laughed, bumping her bag into the Joney's knee. He sighed and started to make conversation with the woman next to him.
Erin and I got to our room, 519, Jonesy got 512, and Pagey and Bonzo got 515. Erin put her bag on her bed, then collapsed on it. "I'm hungry." Was all she said.
I sat on my bed, picked up the phone and called for room service. Erin didn't really unpack, she kept everything in her bag so she wouldn't have to pack up anything when we left.
We got room service, ate, then we met the rest of the band and Peter and drove to Madison Square Garden. We got ready to perform. Erim sat on the couch with Jonesy, putting film in her camera and doing God knows what with it. As we took the stage, I saw Erin, with her "official photographer" badge, off to the side in the audience. She looked up from her camera and grinned. She was so incredibly beautiful. To be honest, I really wanted her. Not as a one-night thing, but forever. I knew that forever wouldn't happen, I did have a wife and kids, but, maybe for as long as she could be mine for the remainder of the tour.
I sang my heart out that night, and Jimmy, Bonzo, and John played until near death, as we always did. Erin met us backstage as Bonzo was telling us about a party a few blocks from here. I didn't know if Erin would want to go, but either way, I wanted to spend the night getting to know her.
"...And there's supposed to be 100 people! Maybe more, he said." Bonzo said as Erin came in, escorted by a security guard. She smiled at Jonesy, then gave me a playful punch on the shoulder on her way to the coffee table to get her camera case. I wandered away from the guys to her. Shit, I couldv'e changed, I must smell like a goat!
"You guys were awesome! I never thought I would go to two Led Zeppelin in the same week!" Erin grinned at me, her bag across her shoulder, hands in her pockets.
"Thanks, love, did you get good shots?" I asked.
"Oh, yeah, I got tons, the lighting was great here."
"Well, you're lucky, we play again tomorrow night."
"Groovy! I can't wait." She picked up a cup of coffee thst Jimmy discarded on the table and finished it.
"So, what's next?" Erin asked.
"Well, there's a party a couple of blocks down, if you'd like to go."
"Naw, Ill pass, I'm a little tired. But you go ahead, Ill go back to the hotel."
"No no, Ill go with you. Just let me get changed first."
I left Erin and quickly changed into a red shirt, black bell- bottoms, and black shoes. A shower would be nice, but we were lucky to have a sink, much less a shower.
I found Erin with her coat on, waiting by the door with Bonzo. He came up to me.
"We're all going off to the party, you sure you don't want to come?"
"Yeah, I'm sure, you go ahead."
Bonzo smirked. "You finally gonna get it on with Erin?"
"Oh, shut it, John, dont say that."
"She is one fine bird. If you don't want her, Ill gladly take her off your hands. Wanna trade? Jimbo for Erin?"
"No, just go already!"
Bonzo smirked at me again, then joined the rest of the guys.
Erin and I had to take a cab, the guys took the limo. She didnt seem to mind, we got to the hotel in less than half an hour. I noticed my throat begin to hurt, so before I showered, I took some stuff for it. I heard the tele through walls, apparently something with the news.
After I showered, I dressed and left the bathroom. I was attacked by the smell of London Broil and potatoes. Erin was holding a radio, a few blankets, and had a room service cart with food on it.
"While you were in the shower, I went up to the roof and there is a great view of the city. I thought it would be cool to have dinner up there." Erin smiled at me like she wasn't sure about her idea.
The little sweetheart.
"That's a wonderful idea. Lets go, then."
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Erin's POV
We lugged everything to the roof, and when we got up, Robert looked around, seeing nothing but tall concrete walls surrounding the roof. There was no light up here at all.
"Some view," he said, laughing.
"There is a view." I pointed up at the stars. You can see them clearly from up here.
" Beautiful..." I heard Robert mutter. I smiled. I took a flashlight from inside my pile of blanket and rolled the food cart to a large beach chair that fit two people. We set it up so we could watch the stars as we ate. I turned the radio on, The Doors playing. After we ate, I heard the DJ say he was going to play The Who's "My Generation", and I jumped up.
I cranked up the radio and started to dance and sing along. Robert laughed and I got him to join in. We had so much fun for the couple of minutes the song lasted. The station went to commercial so I turned it off. Robert took a second to catch his breath.
"Robert?"
"Yes?"
"Can you sing for me?"
"I don't know, depends on the song. I am not singing Whole Lotta Love right now, I'm kind of winded."
"Alright, something soft, then."
Robert smiled and came closer to me, taking my hands to dance with me. His eyes focused on a spot on my chin, as he began to sing softly.
This is the springtime of my loving the second season I am to know
You are the sunlight in my growing so little warmth I've felt before
It isn't hard to feel me glowing
I watched the fire that grew so low.
I had never heard this song before...
It is the summer of my smiles
flee from me Keepers of the Gloom. Speak to me only with your eyes.
It is to you I give this tune.
Ain't so hard to recognize
These things are clear to all from time to time.
Robert pulled me closer to him, so there was almost no daylight between us. His voice got quieter, softer if that was possible.
Talk
Talk
I've felt the coldness of my winter
I never thought it would ever go.
I cursed the gloom that set upon us... But I know that I love you so
Words cannot describe how I feel right now. My heart is working overtime, my stomach filled with a million butterflies. Robert leaned to my ear as he hummed the melody to the song, his warm breath tingling my skin. Damn, he's good.
These are the seasons of emotion and like the winds they rise and fall This is the wonder of devotion - I see the torch we all must hold. This is the mystery of the quotient - Upon us all a little rain must fall.
He whispered the last verse as we swayed to his gentle humming. I never wanted this moment to end. Robert pulled away far enough to look into my eyes.
"That was beautiful," I whispered.
He smiled and leaned forward so his forehead touched mine. I couldn't stand it any longer. I leaned in first to kiss him. Robert kissed me back with such passion, it was incredible. He wrapped his arms around me; my hands went to his chest.
His kisses alternated between soft and gentle to somewhat rough. No, not rough, yearning. Like his very life depended on this moment. I will admit, I felt like I would die from melting if he let me go.
Robert's hands moved down to the small of my back, one staying there while the other moved up around my shoulders. My hand got lost in his curls, the other outlined his jaw.
If time stopped now, I would be extremely happy.
*Wiggles eyebrows* :3