Two stewardesses looked at them in surprise.

"Could we please have some privacy?"

She was sure his words were accompanied by one of his panty-dropping smiles, judging by the blush on their cheeks and their speedy retreat.

They were left alone. He turned to her and stepped towards her. She took a step back. Her back hit a cupboard. He stopped a few inches from her.

"What's this all about?" she croaked.

"We're going to have a little chat, clear some things up."

He was so close she could smell him. God he was addictive. Her heart stuttered.

"What things?" she managed to ask.

"I need you to look at me."

With a lot of difficulty, she lifted her eyes from his chest. Her breath hitched. His eyes were dark pools of fire, determination written all over his face.

"Last night you asked why you're so hard to like."

Her heart stopped for a moment.

"You're not hard to like at all. In fact, you're too fucking easy to like."

"Oh. That's... good to know."

"I'm not done."

She blinked and bit her lip.

"You said I'm always grumpy around you, that I never touch or hug you."

There was a long pause. His hazel eyes roamed over her face.

"The thing is, sweetheart," he said quietly, "I like you too much. I don't hug you or touch you, because if I did, I don't think I could stop. I'm grumpy with you because it scares you away and then I'm not tempted to do this."

His hands came up to her face, fingers touching her cheeks ever so gently.

Her breath hitched.

"Or this." His fingers slid behind her ears, curling around the back of her neck.

He bent his head, stopping an inch from her lips. "Or this," he whispered.

His lips brushed against hers, then he pulled away slightly and waited. A shiver ran down her spine.

"Shannon," she breathed.

Her hands found his waist and she tilted her head up so that their lips touched again. He kissed her back, angling her head so he could kiss her deeper.

She wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him closer to her. He felt so good against her. Solid, strong.

Their kiss grew fervent. It was all teeth and tongues. Hands roaming, tugging, pulling, exploring.

Somebody cleared their throat on the other side of the curtain. "We're going to start landing procedure soon, sir, ma'am."

"One moment," Shannon said.

She looked up at him. His eyes were hooded, dark, luscious lips apart.

"I wanted to do that for a long time." He leaned his forehead against hers. "I just didn't know your feelings. I hope I made mine clear."

She nodded. He pecked her lips, then opened the curtain. She left a moment after him and made it back to her seat.

Her mind was reeling as she buckled up and stuffed her things in her bag.

*****

After everyone was safely at the hotel (and luggage accounted for), she checked that all instruments and equipment were set up accordingly in the venue and that the soundcheck went well. She had a chat with the management and smoothed out the last issues. She met with security and checked the dressing rooms. Then back to the hotel to run over the set list with the guys once again, making sure they had food and that they were well rested.

Transport to the venue was ready. When Shannon walked past her to climb in the car, his hand grazed hers. For a moment she forgot what she was doing. He just smirked.

At the venue she was busy running around, then she waited with the guys backstage. The guys did their usual pre-concert ritual, then they waited in the wings to get on. Shannon stood next to her, his little finger wrapped around hers. The lights went out. She felt a tug on her hand and landed against his chest. His lips were on hers in an instant.

"For good luck," he murmured into her ear as he pulled away. The stage light came on and he walked out with the others.

She had seen them perform many, many times. Had watched Shannon, knew most of the moves. And yet.

Tonight seemed brand new. Occasionally he'd look to the side, their eyes would meet and he'd send her one of his gorgeous smiles or a wink. She felt weak in the knees.

When the show was over she was busy making sure people were where they needed to be for the meet and greet. She walked past one of the dressing rooms, when she was suddenly grabbed and pulled into a room.

Before she could make a noise she felt herself being pushed up against the door and hot lips were on hers.

"I've waited all evening for this," Shannon mumbled. He had showered, just a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair wet, some droplets of water on his skin.

Her heart tripped. Then his lips claimed hers once again.

She sighed into the kiss. His taste was addictive. The way his tongue moved in her mouth, his hands roamed her body - it set her body on fire.

The phone vibrating in her pocket brought her back to reality. She pulled away.

"Hi Tom... no, I'm with Shannon... yes, we'll be there soon-"

Shannon took the phone out of her hand. "Tom? I'm sorry, but I need a little longer, having some issues... No, she's helping me. No idea, a bit longer than anticipated... Thanks, later."

And he hung up. He pulled her close again. His arm reached behind her, locking the door.

"Where were we?" he breathed against her lips.

She could feel the heat from his gaze shoot straight to her groin.

It was a different kiss. Needy, demanding. His hands tugged on her clothes. Her jumper fell to the floor, her bra soon followed. His lips left hers, trailing kisses down her neck, licking, nipping. Her head fell against the door in a soft moan. Her fingers buried in his hair as he reached the waistband of her jeans. He made quick work with the buttons and pulled them down and off, along with her underpants.

He took a step back to let his eyes feast on her. When he met her gaze, a hot shiver ran down her spine.

Her hand reached out, fingers running over the bumps and dips of his chest. She could feel his muscles ripple under her touch.

She held his gaze as he reached the front of his towel. And in one quick move, it fell to the floor.

Her gaze wandered over his chest and down. She licked her lips when she saw him ready for her.

The breath was knocked out of her when he pushed her against the wall, lifting her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist, as his lips attacked her, one hand holding her up, the other finding her breast, massaging it.

"Shannon," she breathed.

His fingers found her core and he groaned. "So fucking wet for me."

She slid her hand between their bodies, grasping his member. "Please."

He helped her line up his member and then pushed into her slowly, giving her time to adjust to him. Her head fell against his shoulder in a moan. Fingers fisted in his hair, tugging none too gently as he started moving inside her.

She could feel that they both weren't going to last long, but she didn't care. His eyes were dark pools of fire when he pulled away to look at her. He leaned his forehead against hers as he thrust his hips into hers, slow at first, then faster.

His thumb circled her clit, building her higher and higher. She couldn't take much more.

She could feel her legs starting to shake as her orgasm approached. They were both breathing raggedly. His movements became more frantic, her nails dug into his back. With one final thrust he sent them both over the edge and she came hard around his spasming cock.

After a moment he helped her down. Her legs were shaking and felt like jelly. He pulled her into him for a deep kiss.

"We should get ready," he said quietly.

She nodded, gathering her clothes on the floor and quickly getting dressed. When she turned around, he was fully dressed as well. She smoothed her hair and went to unlock the door.

His hand on hers stopped her. She turned to look at him. He held up a key card.

"That's for my room. I want you to re-book all the hotels. You're going to stay with me from now on."

"But... I'm going to get fired," she protested weakly.

"We'll see about that," he whispered. "The management wants us to be happy. You make me happy. No one keeps me from my girl."

He kissed her and then unlocked the door. They walked down the hallway to the meet and greet, his hand holding hers tightly in his.