“I can't wear red lingerie under black clothes it'll show right through!” I laugh.

Ashley gives me a confused look. “I don't see the problem.”

I laugh some more and put on a normal black bra and a black thong. “It's not professional.”

“Hey, you're the one who told me to pick out your clothes.” Ashley puts his hands up in surrender. “I like that thong by the way.”

“I'm sure you do.” I bend over to put my suitcase on the bed, and Ashley smacks my ass. Hard. “Great, now I'm turned on again.”

“Hey we have time,” Ashley grins.

“No we don't, we just had spontaneity; you’d have to take your time with me this time,” I wink.

“Who says I won't?” Ashley looks at me with his super sexy smirk. It almost makes me give in. Almost.

“I do, we don't have time. I have to be at the stage in twenty minutes.”

“Fine… I'll settle for sex in my dressing room…” He sighs.

“It's not like room service!”I exclaim.

“It may as well be!” He retorts.

“You're such a sex addict,” I smile.

“You say that like its a band thing,” The look he's giving me makes me want to rip his clothes off and ride him raw. It's not fair that he can do this to me so easily. “Here wear this.” Ashley chucks a stretchy black piece of fabric at me. “It'll show off your figure, and it goes a little past your knees so you'll still look professional.”

“Thanks babe,” I reply while leaning down to kiss him.

“Now hurry up and put it on; I have to do your hair and makeup too you know.” I tug the tight, asymmetrical dress over my head just before Ashley picks me up bridal style.

“You always were one for theatrics,” I grin.

“I was taught the art of wooing at a very young age,” he tells me. Ashley carries me into the bathroom, and sets me next to the sink. He pulls out a case of makeup that would rival any Mac store.

“Make sure you cover up the scars,” I remind him.

“I know I know,” he puts porcelain makeup on his inner arm and starts applying it to my face. “What do you say about a Dita Von Teese look?”

“You can try to make me look that stunning, but good luck.” My back is to the mirror so I can't see what he's doing. But I can tell that he's not covering my scarred face properly. “Ash make sure my scars aren't visible.”

“Don't worry about what I'm doing. Focus on having positive thoughts. You stress too much to be healthy.” He quickly powders my face, and starts highlighting, contouring, and adding blush. “Oh,” he grabs a gold headband out of the case, “we don't want your hair to get in the way.” He tucks the hard plastic behind my ears, and tenderly pushes it back. “There you are,” he smiles and resumes his work.

A bubble of insecurity forms in my chest. He's working on my eyes now, but my scars feel too exposed. He hasn't even touched the ones on my arms and legs yet. I can't show people those yet, I'm not ready. “Ash can you get the foundation out? I'm going to work on my arms to save time.”

He frowns at the line of liquid eyeliner he just made. “Are you sure you don't want to let them breathe? Close your eyes please.”

I do as I'm told; my shoulders tense at the idea of walking around without having the burn marks covered. “I'm positive I don't want them to breathe.”

“You can open your eyes now,” he reaches into the case, and produces a palette of silver. “I think it would be healthy for you to cover them up less often.” He tips my chin up with his finger. “Just keep your head up so I can finish okay? And don't worry about your shoulders and arms, I have a plan for those.”

“Um… I don't like the sound of that,” I say nervously.

He coats a brush with the silver powder and puts it on the scarred area of my face. “Just relax babe, they're going to be covered.” The brush traces the lines just below my cheek bone; he ends each line with a swirl or flick of his wrist.

He finishes my face quickly, and moves down to my neck and shoulders. He starts each line from the edges of my rose tattoo. He then follows the scars with his brush, still swirling the edges. “I'm almost done Rose, but I need you to stand up so I can get your back.” I do as I'm told, and push off of the granite counter. “No peeking either.”

“Fun sucker,” I tease. Ashley moves behind me, and continues tracing the curves of my scars with his brush. His other hand rests in the back of my neck. It gently caresses the scars there too; it sends waves of relaxation through my entire body.

Ashley sets the brush and the palette down on the counter. He pulls the headband out of my hair, and starts French braiding it. “I'm almost done Lace, you've been doing great.” His skillful fingers in my hair relax my body, but my mind is still going full tilt. I'm so anxious to see what he did with the silver.

He grabs some Bobby pins, and secures the end of the braid to my head. Then he reaches back into the case, and pulls out a tube of deep red lipstick. I part my lips slightly so he can apply it. He smiles at me when he's finished. “Okay, turn around,” Here goes nothing… I take a deep breath, and turn around to face the mirror.

I gasp the second I see my reflection. “Oh Ashley I look beautiful!” Ashley did the classic Dita Von Teese look, exchanging the bright red to a deep almost black shade. But it's my scars that are the part that make me speechless.

He used the silver to make my scars look like a beautiful tattoo that swirls all over my body. They are still very thin, almost vein-like. They glimmer in the light, giving me an ethereal quality. “Do you like it?”

“Oh Ashley it's wonderful,” I turn around and pull him to me. “Thank you so much.”

“It's my pleasure,” he smiles, and bends down to kiss me.

“Ashley my lipstick!”

He chuckles and kisses me anyway. My insides turn to jello, but it's over too soon. “It's kiss proof, don't worry. Now, let's get you in some jewelry.” Ashley places his hand in the small of my back, and guides me to my suitcase. “Here wear these,” he hands me a pair of black booties. I slip them on my feet while he digs through my suitcase some more. “Aha, there they are.” He hands me two silver cuff bracelets, spiral silver earrings, and the silver star necklace he bought me.

“These bracelets make me look like Wonder Woman.” They also cover most of my scars which is a major plus.

“You are Wonder Woman,” Ashley smiles and pecks my lips. “You better get going, you don't want to be late.”

“Fine…” I pull him in for a quick kiss, but my body craves more. Apparently he does too because he grabs my hips and crushes me against him. My insides ache with wanting, but we can't go further.

“You're going to be late,” Ashley sings against my lips.

“So pull back,” I reply.

“Can't,” he grinds his hips into mine,making a soft moan escape from my lips. “I don't have the self control to let go. You pull back.”

“Can't,” I wrap my leg around his waist, my dress creeps up to my hip bone. I grind my hips into his boner. He's the one who moans this time. “I don't have the self control.”

There's harsh pounding on the door. “Ashley are you there?” Andy yells through the door.

Ashley pulls away, and puts his head on my shoulder. He pretends to cry a little before yelling “Yeah I'm in here,”

“Are you wearing clothes?” Andy asks.

“I've got pants on,” he replies. I look down at Ashley's hello kitty pajama pants, then up to his bare chest. I can't help but giggle.

“Is Laci wearing clothes?”

Ashley pulls my dress back down, and squeezes my but. “Yeah I'm good,” I give Ashley one more kiss, and open the door for Andy. “Hey kid,” I smile.

“You're the kid here!” He laughs. I laugh with him, and grab my manager pass and purse off of the dresser.

“Don't say that, you make me sound like a pedophile!” Ashley exclaims.

I roll my eyes, and open the door, “Alrighty I'm leaving you two hooligans, don't break anything.” I go to leave, but Ashley clears his throat. “I love you,” I sing.

“I love you too Rose.” I chuckle to myself, and close the door. I love my life.

Notes

Sorry if this chapter was boring, I was going to continue it but it would have been ungodly long. So I'll post a new chapter either tonight or tomorrow. (It'll probably be tomorrow, I have a date tonight.) But anyway, thank you all so much for reading. Please leave a comment, it's been super quiet lately, and it lets me know if I'm on the right track with the story. I'll stop rambling now and let you go read more stories. Have a good night loves! ;)