Under the Moonlight
The Wish List

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The Wish List by Cheeky Savage & LunaFlower
 
(Cheeky's responsible for the odd, LunaFlower for the even chapters)
 
~Prologue~
 
It all started innocently enough, as most things do. A very long and very boring transatlantic flight, most of the band and crew asleep except us.

We hadn't been together long and it was still a novelty to sneak around, trying to outwit the others, grabbing stolen moments alone whenever we could.

'Hey Jonesy,' I leant over and whispered in my love's ear, 'fancy joining the 'Mile High Club'?'

'Nah,' he replied disinterestedly, 'been there, done that.'

'What!'

'Not so loud.'

'What?' I hissed.

'Last tour, me and Michelle, somewhere over the Pacific Ocean.'

'And...?'

'And nothing.' He shrugged his shoulders.

'Come on...you know, what's it like?'

He sighed wearily. 'Let's just say it isn't all it's cracked up to be, even in a first class bathroom. Sorry Darren but it's not an experience I'm really in a hurry to repeat -- even with you.'

'So where would you then...with me?'

'With you?' Daniel raised an eyebrow and then smiled. 'Anywhere baby, anywhere.' And he playfully squeezed my thigh.

'Seriously.'

'Seriously? Oh I don't know, an elevator, the back of the tour bus, your dressing room. What about you?'

'On the beach.' I dropped my voice seductively. 'I want to make love to you on a beach.'

'The moonlight shining down interstellar beams no doubt.'

I nodded.

'You mean it don't you?'

'Yes.'

And so the list was born. A wish list of all the places or scenarios that we wanted to make love to the other in.

By the time the flight came into land at JFK we had quite a selection.

'What are you two up to now?' Leonie asked as we burst into a fit of the giggles for the fiftieth time in five minutes.

'Nothing.' I lied, hurriedly hiding my notebook behind my back.

She just rolled her eyes and continued back to her seat. 'Men' -- you could almost hear her tut as she sat down and fastened her seatbelt.

A week later we crossed the first item off of what had become to be known as 'the wish list'. My dressing room. Three weeks after that the back of the tour bus also went. Now we were getting onto the slightly more trickier ones.

We had decided just to take the opportunities as they arose naturally or as naturally as some of them could arise. Now tonight as I caught Dan's eye during, aptly enough, 'I Want You' he mouthed the magic words 'wish list' and I knew that he had found a way to fulfil another.


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