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"So? How does it feel to be a bona fide recording artist?" Archie asked, giving MJ a hug as she entered their hotel suite. They had dispensed with getting Archie and Poppy separate rooms. They spent all their time with MJ and Heath, anyway, and they had to go back to England tomorrow, so the four young people wanted to spend every possible moment together.

MJ and Heath had spent the previous night at MJ's house, sleeping together in MJ's old bed. It was only a double, so it was a little tighter than they were used to, but they didn't care.

"We'll just have to spoon all night," Heath declared, snuggling in behind MJ and tucking his knees into hers. And they had. Every time MJ woke up, she'd felt Heath's arms around her waist, hands clasped firmly over hers, chin tucked intimately over her shoulder, his cheek touching hers. Eventually, of course, she wanted to move, to roll over, and she had, after which Heath had scooted in so his forehead was touching hers, so he could feel her soft exhalations on his face as she slept.

They had waved good bye to Tasos when the car came to fetch them for the meeting with Carson Associates.

"See you tonight!" Tasos called, waving from the porch. He had a VIP access laminate for the show. It would be his first concert ever, and his first time to see MJ onstage.

Now, MJ released Archie to hold him at arm's length and smile at him. "I can't believe I'm me," she told him. "I mean, I can't believe this is my life, that this is happening to me, you know?" She shook her head. "I mean, I just graduated from school a few months ago. I should be hoofing it around Venice Beach, Melrose Avenue and Hollywood with my guitar looking for gigs, instead of which I'm playing at the Greek Theatre with Heath Spencer. It's insane, you know?"

Poppy came out of her room to hear the end of her words. "So, both contracts get signed okay?"

MJ nodded. "Everything's not completely ironed out, because some stuff depends on things that haven't happened yet. Like the length of the tours and the number of future albums depends on the success of what happens with the first albums and how things sell and all that, so I'll have to go back and renegotiate after those things have happened. And the fact that I've already dropped a single without an album, and I'm on a de facto tour with Heath right now promoting the single changes things as well--" MJ shook her head again. "My head was spinning by the end of the meeting with the label, honestly. I'm just glad Heath was there, you know?"

She turned and looked behind her. "Speaking of which, he should be here by now. He said he had to take care of something with the driver, but he'd be right up."

Archie and Poppy looked at each other, then at MJ.

"Oh my god, you Spencers have got to have the absolute worst poker faces ever," MJ declared, looking from one of them to the other. "You two are as bad at lying as your brother, look at your faces. What are you not telling me? Is Heath doing something?"

Archie and Poppy looked at each other with woebegone expressions before looking back at MJ. "We haven't told you a thing," Poppy declared.

"Nothing," Archie reiterated, shaking his head. "You make sure you tell Heath that, we never said a word, okay?"

"About what?" MJ demanded.

"Nothing," they said in unison.

"Oh brother," MJ said. "It better not be anything gross, that's all I have to say."

Archie's face broke into a face-splitting grin. "No, course not!" he exclaimed. "It's ace, MJ, you're going to be so chuffed, promise, honest--"

"Archibald Francis Spencer, I swear by all that's holy I'm going to staple your wretched, wretched mouth shut," Poppy moaned, closing her eyes in agony. In a move that was so familiar to MJ by now, Poppy grabbed Archie by the arm and pulled him to the other sitting room, the one on their side of the suite.

"Come on, Archie, we've got to go now," Poppy said, yanking him along.

"Coming, I'm coming, no need to yank my arm off," Archie complained as he followed.

MJ shook her head and headed toward hers and Heath's bedroom, wondering what he was cooking up for her. She opened the door and stopped dead in her tracks.

She was standing in a waterfall of multicolored flower petals, a veritable floral rainbow. The room smelled like a flower shop, and looked amazing. Every available surface was covered with them; pink, yellow, purple, red, orange, white; her eyes were dazzled. She turned and saw Heath, next to the door, standing on a chair, holding a pretty bowl full of petals, grabbing handful after handful and tossing them in the air over her head so they rained down on her.

She looked up at him and smiled.

"What are you doing? And how did you get in here?" After that, words failed her. Heath tossed up one last handful of petals, and she held out her hands and caught a few, holding them close to her nose so she could smell them.

He jumped down from the chair, carefully set the pretty bowl of flowers on a table, put his arms around MJ and kissed her. "Congratulations on getting representation, and on finding a label, both of which are incredible milestones, which you achieved on the same day, you amazing girl," he said, the pride in his voice unmistakable.

"Thank you," MJ said. "This was amazing." She waved her arm around the room. "It's really, really beautiful. And I'm not even going to ask how you left me in the lobby and got up here into our room, which is on, like, the fifteenth floor, before me, because I'm afraid to know, honestly."

Heath smiled a mischievous grin.

"Oh, but the fun isn't over yet," he said, reaching into his pocket. He pulled out a black velvet bag like the one MJ had seen in Mexico City and handed it to her.

"Heath, you didn't have to do this," MJ protested. "The flowers were enough, honest." She shook the contents out into her hand and gasped, for these were no pretty glass beads. She was holding a serpentine chain of diamonds in her hand, pink interspersed with clear.

"It's just a bracelet, not a necklace, because I got you a necklace last time, Heath explained. "I hope that's okay."

"Of course it's okay," MJ told him, swallowing and hoping she wouldn't cry. "Why, though? You don't have to--"

Heath put two fingers over her mouth.

"It's a big day for you, and I wanted to, okay?"

MJ finally nodded, and Heath took the bracelet and fastened it around her wrist.

"It looks beautiful around your wrist," Heath declared, kissing her hand. Then, he surprised her by picking her up and turning around and heading toward the bed. MJ quickly wrapped her legs around his hips as he grasped her firmly.

"Heath!" MJ shrieked. "No! You're going to hurt yourself!"

"We've been through this before," Heath said into her collar bone as he hoisted her into a better position. "Now shut up, we're already here." He lowered her on to the petal strewn bed.

"Now, close your eyes, madame," he instructed.

"There's more?" MJ asked. "Heath, this is too much! Why?"

"Close your eyes!" Heath repeated. "Oh, I should've said 'mademoiselle,' I guess," he amended.

MJ sighed and closed her eyes. She felt something heavy being placed in her hands, and opened her eyes to see an absolutely enormous box of chocolates. MJ had never seen such a huge box of chocolates in her life.

"Twelve pounds?" she asked in disbelief. "This is in French, and in kilos, but I think it translates to twelve pounds of chocolates." She looked at Heath. "This must have cost a fortune." Her voice was soft. For some reason, the chocolates, more than the bracelet, were really affecting her. "Heath, what were you thinking?" She looked up at him as he stood next to the bed, and he could see tears clotting her lashes.

He sat down next to her. "Don't you remember, when we had that talk about cake and icing, and you said that you were so happy you were the cake, but sometimes you wanted to be the icing too?" He put his arm around her. "You said you wanted to open a door and be showered with flower petals, then be carried to a bed covered with them. You wanted someone to give you a huge box of chocolates, and shower you with diamonds." He gestured at her wrist. "Even I can't afford a shower of diamonds, so I hope you can settle for the bracelet." He shrugged and smiled.

"I knew you wanted those things, and I wanted to give them to you, that's all," he said. "I want you to have everything you want, you know?" He put an arm around her. "I don't want you to want for anything, Meadow Rain." He smiled. "That's what I told your dad, too, and I want to live up to my word. I want him to see that I'm worthy of you, that I deserve his daughter."

"You sound like you're talking about a King and his princess daughter," MJ said with a laugh.

"Do I?" Heath laughed as well. "I suppose I do." He leaned in and kissed her. "That's okay, though, isn't it? As long as you're happy? And you are, right?"

MJ looked at him. "Of course I am. Of course I am."

Heath pulled her with him as he lay down on the bed.

"So, do you feel like having a shag with me on this petal covered bed?" Heath asked, turning to look at MJ, who was now smiling up at him from among the petals.

She nodded. "Yeah, I think so, I do."

"Wonderful," Heath said, leaning over her. His mouth found hers as his hand stole under her shirt, sliding up her front to squeeze her soft breast, making her breathing quicken. He lifted her shirt and she pulled it off, so she was lying on the bed in her jeans and bra, looking sexy as fuck to Heath. He rolled them over so she was on top of him, and she sat up, reaching behind her to unhook her bra.

Now she was sitting on top of him wearing only her jeans, which was Heath's favorite way to look at her. Her breasts were pendulous and large, and sprang away from her body in an almost perfect circle. And the way her body narrowed to her waist before flowing into her beautiful hips was just about the sexiest thing Heath had ever seen. He couldn't even remember what it was like to look at thin women and think they were attractive anymore.

"Oh god, MJ, you're so, so lovely," he whispered, sitting up so he could put his arms around her and kiss her over and over. He slid his hands around her, touching her silky skin as he tasted her mouth, quickly pulling his shirt over his head so their naked chests could align and he could feel her warmth pressed against him as her wet mouth opened against his.

Then their pants came off, then their knickers, and then she rose up, and lifted him with nimble fingers so she could slide down his length, letting out a happy moan as she did so. He felt her tight, wet heat envelop him from tip to end, squeezing him as she moved, looking amazing as she rocked on top of him.

"You've gotten so good at this," he breathed, moving with her, smiling a little.

"I had a good teacher," she said, her words coming in gasping rhythm with her movements. "God, I'm hot," she moaned, lifting her hair off the nape of her neck.

"Shit, MJ, you look so fucking sexy like that," Heath gasped.

He put his hand between them, his fingers finding where she was most sensitive, and pressing in circles as they moved together. "Gonna make you come," he declared in a breathy whisper. "Gonna find a good one for you, maybe two, okay? You gonna come for me, darling?"

"Yessss." MJ nodded, eyes closed. "Ohhh, god, Heath," she moaned, grasping his shoulders and dropping her chin.

"There's my good girl," he encouraged. "Come on, then, I want to feel you all over me, all over my fingers, okay?" And he sped up his fingers and his thrusts, feeling the corresponding pressure in her fingers on his shoulders.

"Heath, Heath," she called as she tightened down on him and became taut and still.

"There you are, there you are, my good girl," he whispered into her ear as he pressed on her with his fingers, very hard, over and over, making her flinch, over and over.

Finally she relaxed, and Heath once again sped up his hips, and MJ flexed her hips into him over and over. He put his arms under hers and grasped her shoulders, laying his head on her bosom as he thrust into her. MJ could feel him inside her, getting impossibly hard, and very hot, then, finally, starting to soften, as his whole body relaxed.

They fell over, still joined, smiling, bodies damp from their time together.

"What a fun way to spend an afternoon," MJ said, smiling.

"Definitely way more fun than playing video games, which is what my brother and sister are doing," Heath agreed with a grin.