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Lifting the red rose she had in her hand to her nose she inhaled its sweet scent with a soft smile. All night long she hadn’t been able to take her eyes off Peter Criss. Okay he wasn’t her favourite member Paul Stanley was but there was something about Peter that really drew her to him. Some sort of magnetism, who knew what it was. Maybe it was those strong arms of his, that made her wonder what it would be like to have them wrapped around her, or his eyes. He had the softest brown eyes that could make a girl melt.
Tonight had been different than the other shows it seemed. It was as if there was a light of recognition in Peter’s eyes when he had given her the red rose. As if he had realised that she had been at every show. This had certainly been the first time that he had given her a red rose. It was something that she planned on treasuring forever.
Peter glanced around his empty hotel room in dismay. It was another hotel, another city and another lonely night for him. Not that he had to be lonely except that he wasn’t interested in the mass of groupies who had made it clear that they would love to add him to their collection. He would just be another rock star or drummer, another notch on their belt and he wasn’t interested in being that.
He’d lost interest in the groupies since a couple of months ago at a show in Los Angeles. He’d been singing "Beth" near the end of the show when he saw her in the front row watching him. He hadn’t been able to take his eyes off her, and had almost forgotten the words to the rest of the damn song. Gene, Ace and Paul had ribbed him because of that for days afterwards.
It wasn’t that she was drop dead gorgeous but there was something about her that drew him to her. It could have been the sweet smile she gave him when he looked at her, or maybe it was the twinge of sadness in her eyes. He didn’t know but ever since that night he had noticed her in the audience every night.
He hadn’t been surprised to see her at the other 3 shows in Los Angeles, or in San Francisco since it was only a 4½ drive from L.A to Frisco and a lot of fans did that. But he’d been blown away to see her in the front row a couple of nights later when they were in a completely different state. It’d taken him a few minutes to realise that she was one of Kiss’ followers. Fans that followed Kiss all through the states and sometimes all over the world.
He’d felt a tinge of disappointment at the fact that she was probably a groupie too, but had dismissed it over the past month when she had got their autographs and hadn’t put on any of the airs that came with groupies. There had been no hint, or in most cases any desperation to sleep with one of them. She had been polite and slightly reserved and it had intrigued him even more. She’d politely chatted to them for a few minutes before apologising for interrupting their meal and disappearing before Peter could even ask her name. Since he didn’t know her name he thought of her as "Beth" since it was that song which brought her into his life.
With a frustrated growl Peter grabbed his jacket and NY Yankees baseball cap and left the hotel room. He needed some time on his own to walk and just sort his life out.
Cynthia continued to walk, looking down at the ground and lost completely in her thoughts. Lifting her head she realised that she had walked to the hotel that Kiss were staying at. It seemed that she had been so lost in her thoughts of Peter that her heart had her instinctively walking to the hotel.
She looked at it with a soft sigh. She had met Kiss a couple of months ago, getting their autographs and leaving quickly. She didn’t want them to get the wrong impression of her just because she was following them around the States. She was no groupie, and had no plans to be used like one. Okay she would admit to herself that she wouldn’t say no to Paul Stanley or Peter Criss making love to her. Hell she wouldn’t even say no to Gene Simmons or Ace Frehley but they were probably so used to groupies throwing themselves at them, and she didn’t want to be fitted into that category. As much as she wouldn’t mind sleeping with any of Kiss she was not looking for a casual relationship or one nightstand right now. She just didn’t want to be another woman in another city on another night.
Cynthia was so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t see the person in front of her and slammed straight into them. Gasping she clutched their jacket as she steadied herself.
"I’m so sorry." She muttered. Not looking at the person she began to hurry past them.
Peter couldn’t believe that he had bumped into his "Beth" again when he had been thinking about her. It had to be fate for them to come together like this. He watched her blush and stammer a sorry before moving past him. He shook his head and turned to follow her, determined not to leave her alone until she gave him her name.
"Hey wait." He called to her, hurrying to follow her, and quickly grabbing her arm. Cynthia heard the male calling after her, and gasped when he grabbed her arm.
She spun around and snapped "What’s your problem I said I was sorry about bumping into you now leave me alone." She groaned when she saw herself looking into Peter Criss’ chocolate brown eyes.
"I’m sorry I didn’t mean to startle you." Peter said softly, holding his hands to his mouth and breathing into them to warm them from the cold.
"It’s okay…I’m sorry I snapped. I didn’t notice you." Cynthia said with a soft smile, and Peter said, "No you must have been in deep thought. What were you thinking about?" He watched her blush when he asked her this and he teased "Come on it can’t be that bad, although you do have a pretty blush." He gently touched her cheek before he noticed the red rose in her hand.
Cynthia blushed at his questioning. There was no way in hell she was going to tell him she had been thinking of him. Noticing his gaze on the rose she said softly "Thank you for the red rose it’s beautiful."
Peter nodded and said; "Well I always think that Beautiful things belong together."
"I’m not your classic beauty though." Cynthia protested and Peter smiled "Your beautiful to me. Besides don’t you know that some of the most beautiful people in the world can be the ugliest and some of the ugliest people can be the most beautiful? It’s what’s inside that really matters." With a shake of his head Peter said sadly "Not everyone realises that. That’s why the girls I give roses to during Beth are different. Some are beautiful on the outside and some are on the inside. It’s not a case of giving it to the most beautiful girl but who looks like they need the rose the most. To give them a touch of happiness in their lives."
Cynthia smiled at Peter and said, "That’s one of the nicest things I’ve ever heard." Peter smiled "Does this mean that I might be able to persuade you to give me your name mystery lady? I’ve seen you at every show and when you got our autograph that time you ran off before I could ask your name."
Cynthia blushed and shyly said "I’d interrupted your meal and didn’t want to disturb you any more than I had too."
"I wouldn’t have complained…ah I still don’t know your name." Peter said with a grin, making Cynthia notice the dimples that appeared in his cheeks when he smiled.
"It Cynthia, my friends call me Cindy and my fellow Kiss sisters call me Southern lady Kiss." She said softly.
"Cynthia…I like that it’s a pretty name." Peter said, rolling her name on his tongue. "It’s been nice to meet you again but I really must be going." Cynthia said sadly. "Where are you staying? Why don’t you let me walk you home." Peter asked and Cynthia shook her head "I’m taking the Met."
"Well in that case let me get you a Limo and take you home in style." Peter argued and she sighed, "You’re not going to give up are you?"
Peter laughed "Nope mystery lady now that I know your name I would like to get to know you better. Why don’t we have a nightcap and get to know each other." He asked and she shook her head "Thank you for the invitation but I’m not into one night stands and honestly don’t want to be another notch on your belt despite the honour to be asked."
"Hey wait I wasn’t asking you to sleep with me. Just a drink and talking. Besides maybe I’m not interested in you being a one night stand either." Peter protested and she glanced at him "Are you telling me that if I went back to your hotel room you wouldn’t try to get me into bed?" She said incredulously.
"If you don’t believe I can keep my hands to myself why don’t we talk in the bar instead?" Peter said and when she hesitated he murmured " I would like to just get to know you." Smiling Cynthia said, "I’d like that"
Peter held out his hand and she slipped hers into it, letting her guide him into the hotel.
Cynthia opened her eyes sleepily completely disorientated. Raising her head from the pillow she sighed softly when she noticed the man sleeping next to her, his arm wrapped around her waist.
After going back to the bar with Peter they had sat talking until the bar had shut. He had then suggested going back to his hotel room and she had fully expected the onslaught of a seduction but it hadn’t happened. They had spent hours talking about their favourite music, their favourite foods, their favourite colours, basically anything and everything. They had talked until 4 in the morning.
Cynthia had never met a guy she could talk so easily with and for such a long time, without them hitting onto her. Usually it was just a charade to try and get her into bed but Peter had generally been interested in her.
What was even more amazing was that Peter had suggested her sharing his bed with him, and he hadn’t tried anything. A part of her was flattered that he was such a gentleman and another part of her was kind of miffed that he hadn’t tried to seduce her and wondered if there was something wrong with her. Laughing softly she reached out and gently moved the hair that had fallen across Peter’s eyes as he slept.
Peter slowly opened his eyes and sleepily smiled at Cynthia "Hi Mystery lady. Have you been awake for long?" Cynthia smiled and said "Good morning. And no I just woke up myself."
Peter nodded and stretched luxuriously, yawning looked at the alarm clock, which read 8am.
"I think last night I had the best sleep I have had in months. Funny since I’ve only had 4 hours sleep. But I feel revitalised and completely alive." Peter stated turning onto his side and leaning on his elbow, his head propped on his hand.
"I’m glad. I enjoyed talking to you last night. I don’t think I’ve ever been able to talk all night long with a man. It was nice." Cynthia said with a shy smile.
"And it was nice to have someone listening to me. Really listening to what I had to say too, and not pretending to listen to me because I’m a rock star or famous. And someone actually really talking back to me. Not that senseless prattle that comes out of some females mouths." Peter said, entangling his fingers in with Cynthia’s.
"Well I’m just being me." Cynthia said with a shrug of her shoulders and Peter smiled saying, "Well I really like that you being you. And I’m not just saying that because I’m attracted to you but because I mean it. I know you’re not looking for a one nightstand and the truth of the matter is neither am I. I don’t think I could ever use you that way either. Since the moment I saw you something drew me to you, and the truth is I’m more than a little afraid to let you go now in case you disappear again Mystery lady."
Cynthia smiled softly and teased "So what do you propose you do about that? Chain me to your side?"
"Now that’s not a bad idea" Peter teased back, and Cynthia laughed. Peter sighed, enjoying her throaty laugh.
Leaning over he gently placed a kiss on her lips, and she sighed and opened her mouth for his tongue. Peter groaned softly and gently teased her with his tongue. His tongue stroked hers, and she moaned softly deep in her throat.
Lifting his mouth from hers Peter smiled "Now that wasn’t too bad was it?" Cynthia shook her head "no. Now shut up and kiss me like that again." Peter chuckled and did as she commanded.
He groaned when Paul walked into the room. "Don’t you knock?" He growled with a glare, and Paul shrugged "I didn’t think you’d be with anyone. You haven’t been in months. Are you going to introduce me?"
"No." Peter said with an annoyed scowl, knowing full well that Cynthia’s favourite member was Paul.
"Rude aren’t we" Paul said with a grin before saying, "Well I’ll introduce myself then."
Turning he looked at Cynthia with recognition. "Hey I know you. You’re at every show. Didn’t you ask for our autographs a while back too? You left Peter in such a tizz afterwards cause he never got your name."
"It’s nice to meet you too." Cynthia said shyly with a smile in Paul’s direction. "Don’t you have somewhere else to be Paul…preferably the Antarctica or something?" Peter asked, glaring at him and Paul nodded "So does this mean I am going to meet my lady soon? I mean Ace has his Shandi, Gene’s very preoccupied with Shannon and now Peter you’ve got your Beth."
"Paul go" Peter ordered, sighing in relief when Paul ambled out of the room.
Cynthia watched Paul leave and looked at Peter with question "Beth?" Peter nodded "I didn’t know your name so I kind of called you Beth."
"Why Beth?" She asked and Peter smiled softly "Well because the first time I saw you I was singing Beth. You completely took my breath away."
"I did? But I’m just another girl…" She started and Peter shook his head "No you’re not. It was like this strong magnetic force drew me to you. I couldn’t take my eyes off you and almost forgot the words to Beth, which is something considering how many times I have sung it."
"I felt the same way Peter. That’s why I didn’t want to be a one nightstand with you." Cynthia said softly, touching Peter’s cheek with her fingers.
"You won’t be." Peter vowed, kissing her deeply, his hands sliding into her hair.
"Make love to me then." She sighed, wrapping her arms around his neck, and surrendering herself to his kiss.
Peter gently touched her, sliding his hands under the shirt he had lent her to sleep in during the night. His hands slid onto her breasts, and she sighed into his mouth as he stroked them. She pressed herself into his palms, and slid her own hands from his neck onto his chest.
"You’re so strong. I love the feel of your arms around me." She whispered against his mouth and he murmured "I love having my arms around you." He pulled back from her and asked "Are you sure you want this? There will be no turning back once we make love. You’ll be mine completely."
Cynthia smiled and said, "I want this. I want you." Peter nodded and indicating for her to raise her arms he slid the man’s shirt over her head, and gazed at her. "You’re so beautiful." He breathed sliding a finger across a nipple and watching it harden with desire.
Cynthia tugged Peter’ p.j’s down and raised her hips in assistance when he tugged her panties off. Kissing him deeply she wrapped her legs around his waist and bit his ear playfully.
Peter groaned and slid his mouth over her breasts, taking his time at each- nibbling, the nipples gently before sucking, leaving her breasts passion bruised before covering her body with his own.
Cynthia slid her hands over his back, feeling him shudder in pleasure over her touch. She slid her hand around to his belly and then lower to his erection, stroking him into a fever.
"Are you ready for me?" Peter groaned and she nodded, slowly guiding him into her.
They both gasped in pleasure, and Peter buried his face in Cynthia’s neck. "You feel so good. Like silk." He groaned huskily, sliding his lips over hers.
They began to move together in a dance as old as time, as they met thrust for thrust, parry for parry. Their breaths mingled together as they shared long passionate kisses.
Cynthia arched her neck and screamed her release before Peter yelled his release, collapsing sated on her.
Rolling onto his back Peter held Cynthia to him, her head on his chest. He kissed the top of her head, and wrapped his arms around her, both of them at peace with themselves.
Closing their eyes they slept wrapped up in each other’s arms…
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