There was a part of his mind that told him they needed to move, and eat in order to start beating this hangover. But even Jack couldn’t deny that lying with Laura, tangled up within the sheets with her, he couldn’t justify to move himself. Being on tour had certainly taken its toll, but being able to get some time away from it all and laughing at his best mate on the show, it made this hangover worth it. He hadn’t gotten that drunk before and soon the irritation towards the stabbing headache that was forming, washed away and simply left the feeling of relief. Relief that he was still able to have another life. He loved his life, his band, his friends and possibly the girl he was currently lay with, but sometimes the high life became overwhelming. And it felt almost heavenly that he was allowed to act like the young adult that he is.Â
Jack attempted to keep the laughter to himself, to control the need to almost childishly giggle at the beautiful brunette in front of him. “You’re partially up as it is, so you’re getting there and I’ll take that.” He grinned, the cheeky smile on his lips as he watched her, leaning his head forward despite the throbbing headache and kissing her softly and quickly, a small stolen kiss of the morning. He moved his right hand and let his fingers trail through the messed up locks of his, the grin returning to his lips once more before finally he couldn’t hold it back. He had to laugh, even with the pounding headache, churning stomach and tired eyes, He laughed at the idea of Laura becoming a nun, he laughed at the picture he painted of dressed up and doing all of the things that nuns did. He knew for sure she’d never survive.Â
“Babe,” he paused to catch his breath from the laughter, his fingers moving to trace her cheek, “you would never survive. You’d hide bottles of whiskey and tell each and every nun to fuck off if they tried to take it off you.” He paused once more, suppressing the chuckle. “You’d have to stop swearing and most importantly, give up your one night stands, or recurring hook-ups. Which means no more of me, for you.” He teased her once more, his fingers moving from her cheek to her neck, trailing down her side ad the curve of her breast, an almost wicked grin appearing on his lips as flashes of the night prior began to register in his mind. “And if I know you, and I know that I do. You wouldn’t survive a week without any of those things.”Â
Only peeking out at him with one eye, she couldn't conceal the grin on her face as she tried to shake her head, or that's what she thought she was doing. It was too heavy from last night to even move slightly. Laura would gladly admit she missed this lifestyle, lounging in a hotel penthouse with the lad of last night, well for Laura it was the lad of the past few months, not taking her lips to others outside of the show but home. The soft kiss he left on her lips made Laura grin, she knew it was far softer from the trail he left over her body, the noticeable and not so noticeable. "If I move I'll die" the brunette groaned before pouting at him, her sad glassy eyes matched her lips. "Do you want that? Want me gone for life? Want the mad parties and the best sex you've ever had to stop?" she asked him before her lips curved into a devilish smirk before she rose from the bed, nesting her elbow into the bed as she propped herself up to admire the drummer.
He knew her, she had to give him that. The picture he painted of her as the nun life she thought would save her from hangovers was accurate to Laura, in fact she couldn't help but laugh along with him before she placed her free hand over his lips as he carved his finger around her body, his touch causing her body to crawl. The laughter under her finger tips caused her grin at the tickleish touch, and Laura rose fully so she could straddle over his chest, sitting on him with a smirk, "You know me too well, Daniels" she mused, her upper half of her body lowering towards him as her breast were placed against his chest, her hands now on his shoulder, before she moved them down slowly as if she could pin the strong Jack Daniels down. Hair tossed, bare bodies, and lust between them, Laura let her lips brush against his lightly, teasing him as she closed her eyes, the smirk still evident on her lips. Â Somehow their hands were entwined, Laura keeping them pinned above his head as she carved her body slowly against his like an artist with their marble stone. As her lips hovered against his, she couldn't help but tease him again, the once red stained lips were now red from the harsh kissed of last night. The groans that came from him caused the Irish to give in, kissing him like they had turn back time to a couple of hours ago. Now her hands was in his hair, moans fell from her lips as she fisted his hair, pulling his head back lightly as her lips broke away from his, breathing heavily as she brought them to his neck and under his chin. Soft pecks grew harsh, causing her lips to throb as Laura kept her hip deep into him. As the heat grew between them, she pulled back, sitting upwards as her hand fell to chest and she smirked.
"But we have to get up" she said, her classic pout came back as she lifted her leg over his broad chest, to only land on the hard cold wooden floor. As she strode to the bathroom, Laura couldn't stop her grin, finding such pleasure in his company, and sex. Â She brought her hands to her roots, gliding them down before lifting her hair into a high-pony tail, Â before she could sight of purple blemishes that trailed down the front of her body, causing her to giggle under her breath. "I have a shoot tomorrow, what am I going to do about these?" she called from the bathroom as she examined them in the mirror, before she dropped her hair and grabbed onto the bathrobe, putting on clothes for the first time since her dressed was peeled off. "You've used me like a canvas, Jack - Took my body and painted it with your own colors".
