Stick To the Script // Danny O'Donoghue

Chapter 40-Carry Me

Danny

"Come on, I'll do anything, just let us through." she begs the guard to let us by.

"I'm sorry miss."

She sighs, "Okay, you know what?" She pulls a fifty out of her boobs and hands it to the man. "If this is what it takes."

He raises his eyebrows, "It's gonna take more than that."

She sighs and pulls out another, "Here you go."

"Right this way." he says, stepping aside and allowing us to crawl under the bleachers.

We stand up tall and she looks to me and smiles. I lean over and kiss her before saying, "I didn't know that you kept fifties in between your boobs."

"I don't....Usually..." she says.

I give her a wink and start running, the both of us giggling as we pass under all the feet dressed in Steve Madden, Louis Vuitton and Jimmy Choos.

We find a darker spot and we finally stop. She takes off her shoes and is slowly undoing my tie when the gunshot to start the race goes off startling us both.

She jumps and grins at me as the crowd starts to cheer.

"Can we pretend they're cheering for us?" she asks cutely.

I grin.

She presses her lips to mine and we are gone.

We spend the first hour of the race hiding under the bleachers making out and cuddling.

We are sitting on one of the metal rafters that holds this place together, several feet off the ground, when someone drops something from above and we struggle not to laugh as they scramble around looking for it and swearing under their breath.

"This is just like old times." she says with a smile.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"You know like at university when we hid under the bleachers at gym class when we didn't want to run three miles."

I smile. "Those were the days."

I pull her closer and tease her by putting my lips close to hers, just barely letting them touch.

She hates it and tried desperately to kiss me, but I dodge each one teasingly.

I end up jumping off the rafter and running off with her following g close behind, chasing after me, stepping in the mud with her bare feet and squealing as she seeps into it.

She finally catches me when I'm cornered to the other side of the stadium.

She grins and I find myself distracted by her. She looks beautiful. She's just the kind of rugged woman I like. She's starting to sweat from the running around, and slight strands of her hair are falling out of her up-do, dangling, framing her face. She has mud all over her feet and speckles of it on her face.

She gives me a stance look and just about tackles me to the ground, but I save myself by taking off my filthy shoes and holding them up as weapons.

She surrenders, "Danny no. I'll stop, I'll stop."

I toss them on the ground and reach out for her with mock anger, "Come here you!"

She squeals as I grab her by the waist and pull her towards me.

I press my lips to hers and she grabs the fabric of my suit and pulls it tight in her balled up fists as we kiss.

She starts to tug at my collar and at first I let her but soon think better if it. "Wait what are we doing?"