Och, Stevie!

Steve Perry paced the dressing room as Neal Schon and Steve "Smitty" Smith warmed up for their concert. The arena was packed; he could hear the crowd cheering in anticipation. Steve finally stopped in a corner and began to softly sing. Several notes later, his strong voice echoed around the dressing room.

Neal and Smitty stopped and listened to the notes go higher and higher. "He's in rare form tonight," Neal commented softly. Smitty nodded.

Jonathan Cain walked in at that moment. He was the newest member of the band Journey, and still felt a little unsure of himself. This was only the fourth concert he'd done with the group, so his nerves were slightly frazzled. As Steve's voice washed over him, calmness settled over his stressed body. A slow smile curved his lips as Steve sang the final note to the song Open Arms.

So, at this point, we're under the impression that Steve and Jon are gonna... eh?

Ross Valory came charging into the dressing room and ran right into Jon. "Oh, sorry, man," he said with a grin.

Jon returned the smile and shook his head. "No problem, Ross. I shoulda moved away from the door," he replied.

Stop being a freakin' doormat Jon. Stand up for yourself.

Steve noticed the silence and turned around. "Are we gonna do this or what?" he finally grinned.

"Hell yes we are!" Neal returned quickly. His grin was rakish as he thought of all the babes that would flock to the green room after the concert. He loved all the attention they lavished on him. [Ah, Neal.] He wondered if Steve would remain aloof tonight. He knew that Sherrie, Steve's on-again-off-again girlfriend, was back East visiting some relatives. Steve had been furious over a fight they had had a couple of days ago. He'd called Neal and they had went out to a bar and gotten completely shit-faced. Neal personally thought Steve needed to get laid, and that?s what he'd told him at the bar. Maybe Steve would take his advice tonight.

Damn Sherrie. Always fighting with Steve in fanfics.

Steve quickly slipped his black tails over his leopard print t-shirt and jeans. He pulled his glossy dark brown hair out of the coat and took a deep breath. "Let's go," he grinned.

Red, yellow, green, blue and white circles of light chased each other across the stage as the men of Journey jogged onto it. Neal strapped on his guitar, as did Ross. Smitty took his place at his drum kit while Jon stepped behind the big red grand piano, affectionately called the Whale. Steve moved to the center of the stage and the lights went out. An expectant hush settled over the crowd as one light slowly zeroed in on Steve, who was standing perfectly still in the middle of the huge stage. Steve's eyes roamed over the people filling the arena. He couldn't see any faces with the spotlight on him, but he knew there were more beautiful women than he could count in the front row alone. There always were. He grinned and raised the mic to his lips.

"How ya doing tonight, LA?" he yelled.

Steve had had it with Sherrie. She was so jealous he couldn't even speak to another woman without her blowing up at him. He'd told her to get out, which she promptly did. That had been a week ago. It had been even longer since they'd had sex. [Longer than a week? Too bad, Stevie. you can't handle it.] And sexual frustration was hard to deal with, especially when you had a girlfriend. Steve pondered this as he belted out the songs on the stage. He knew there'd be dozens of women in the green room after the concert. They'd fawn all over Neal, who would eat it all up. Some would be there because of him, this he also knew. He'd always remained cool towards them before, because of Sherrie. Well, tonight it would be different. He was gonna take Neal's advice and get laid.

Yes, take Neal's advice. That really isn't done often enough, is it...

While Neal was doing a screaming guitar solo, Steve walked over to the edge of the stage and gazed out at the fans below. Being out of the bright lights of center stage enabled him to see the fans in the first few rows. His eyes were drawn to a young woman seated in the second row. She had jet-black hair that hung down to the middle of her back. She'd followed him as he'd walked to where he was presently standing. Her eyes sparkled in the semi-darkness. Steve grinned down at her. She returned the smile with a radiant one of her own. Dimples appeared in each cheek and her teeth gleamed white against her tanned skin. Steve quickly turned to Joe, the security guard posted at the stage entrance. After a few words, Joe nodded and went backstage. Steve watched as another guard stepped through the crowd and stopped beside the young woman. She looked over at him, then her eyes flew back to Steve. She raised her brows and pointed to herself. Steve smiled again and nodded his head vigorously. She grinned back and nodded her head yes.

Now, let's not make it obvious, here, Steve! Point to someone and then watch closely from the stage as the security guard hands her a pass and says, "Journey would like to thank you for your contribution to tonight's show. Meet them backstage." Then let the entire front section see what just happened by nodding at her.

Neal's solo ended and Steve ran back to the center of the stage to sing the next song. By the end of the concert, every one in the arena was on their feet and slowly waving lit lighters from side to side. The guys formed a line and bowed to the audience. Several encores later, they finally made it backstage. After going to the dressing room to clean up, they made their way to the green room.

Steve immediately scanned the small crowd. A smile lit his face when he found his dark haired beauty.

Ross followed Steve with his eyes and his jaw dropped when he say the lady in question. "Wow!" he whistled sharply. "He sure picks the lookers," Ross added.

That's because he can. And because he's freakin' sexy. Jealous?

Neal nodded. "Yep, except for that skinny bitch, Sherrie," he growled.

And I repeat: Jealous?

Steve walked up to the woman and caught his breath. She was even more beautiful up close. Her eyes were the color of the new grass on a fresh spring morning. She had high, delicate cheekbones and a small upturned nose. Her lips were the color of ripened strawberries and looked just as luscious. Steve noticed her long black hair was all one length and curled slightly at the ends. She had on a blood-red dress that hugged every curve of her supple body. The plunging neckline revealed the tender swells of her breasts.

Okay, that's enough description on her. And none of this 'tender swells' business. My God, that is such a cliché when it comes to Perryfans.

Steve stopped in front of her. He put out his hand and gently clasped hers when she did the same. "Hi, I'm Steve," he said, his voice slightly husky from the concert.

"Hi, I'm Mandy," she replied.

Her voice washed over Steve, leaving him practically breathless. She had a distinct burr that captivated him completely.

Dude. Her voice leaves him breathless? Whoa, now.

"Where are you from, Mandy?" he asked when he could breathe again.

...five minutes later.

Mandy smiled. "I'm from Scotland, just here visiting my cousins," she explained. Her smile suggested she was having a very good time.

Well, this is a new one. OF COURSE she's having a good time1 She knows what's gonna go down (literally hee hee)!

"Please excuse me. I've got to mingle, but I'd love it if you'd go have a drink with me after I'm through here," Steve finally said after a few minutes of conversation.

Mandy let her gaze travel over his face and down his body. When her eyes met his again, they were filled with promise. "Och, that would please me verra much, Stevie," she murmured for his ears alone.

NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO ACCENTS!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO TYPING IN ACCENTS!!!!!!!!!!!! NOT SEXY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Her rolling "r's" delighted Steve as much as her reply and he moved away with a smile upon his face.

Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Mandy watched the handsome singer as he moved from fan to fan, smiling for pictures and signing autographs. She had heard Journey for the first time when she had arrived at her cousin's house. Her cousin, Michael, had been playing his radio and the singer's voice had completely captured her senses. It had been announced on the radio that Journey was going to be in concert and Mandy had gone out and bought a ticket immediately. Now she was standing here, watching that singer as he walked around the room. When she had seen him up on that stage, her whole body had tingled. She had a pretty good idea of what was coming later on in the evening and she hoped she was right. Her heart pounded with anticipation when Steve turned and headed in her direction once more.

Okay, that's not right. The chick comes in from Scotland, somehow gets a front row seat, and then GETS TO FUCK STEVE WHEN SHE *JUST* HEARD OF THE BAND????? All right, where's ours? Why didn't we get a front row seat to Journey even *without* SP? WHY DIDN'T *I* GET TO FUCK HIM AFTER I FIRST HEARD HIM??? Why. The injustice of it all is too much.

Steve's body tightened as he walked toward Mandy. "Ready to go?" he asked with a smile.

Why is his body tightening, and wouldn't that make it kinda hard to walk? Steve, your penis is showing again...

Mandy nodded.

Steve took her hand and led her through the maze of corridors to the limo parked at the side entrance to the arena. The drive to Steve's hotel took about twenty minutes. Steve kept a suite there for when he was in town. The guys teased him, calling it The Portuguese Hotel. Mandy had laughed when he told her that. Her laughter, deep and throaty, had sent chills down Steve's spine.

Is she a smoker? Because that doesn't sound sexy. I hope those were chills of fright.

He helped her out of the limo and led her inside. Once inside his suite, he poured them both a drink: whiskey sour for Mandy, gin and tonic for himself. Then he excused himself to go slip into something more comfortable.

Wow, he keeps booze in his hotel room. Good to know.

Steve went into the bedroom. A huge canopied bed sat in the middle of one wall. It was a California King and covered with a leopard print bedspread. [So when he wears the Escape outfit, he blends into the covers, guys.] The ceiling of the canopy was covered with a huge mirror. Steve grinned as he quickly stripped and slipped on a pair of silk boxer shorts. He went into the bathroom and brushed his teeth again and ran his brush through his hair until it gleamed in the light. When he walked into his bedroom, he stopped short at the sight that greeted him. Mandy stood there, dressed in one of his button up shirts. It came to the middle of her thighs and looked damned good on her.

Freakin'... wow.

"I hope you don't mind," she said huskily.

What happened to the accent? Not that I want it back, but what happened?

Steve shook his head. "Not a bit, Mandy," he grinned wolfishly.

Mandy smiled as she slowly walked to him. "Stevie, I want you," she whispered in his ear.

Her warm breath stirred Steve's hair. He took a shuddering breath, inhaling her scent. Heather. She smelled of Scottish Heather and ocean breezes. His senses swam as he gathered her in his arms.

Mandy slid her hands into his hair. It did feel as silky as it looked. She looked up into his face. His lips were just inches from hers. Mandy rose up on her tiptoes and lightly kissed him. She moved back for a moment, then repeated her actions, gently sucking his bottom lip into her mouth.

Steve growled [Okay, I admit it, I want to hear that] and slanted his mouth hungrily over hers. His tongue demanded entrance and she opened her mouth willingly. Steve ran his hands down her back to her rounded derrière where he pulled her up against his aching hardness. He ground his hips against hers, fueling the need in them both.

Mandy gasped, then moaned as his body made contact with hers. Even through their clothes, she could feel his heat. Restless desire exploded within her as she moved her hands through his hair. Her tongue rasped against his. Mandy moved her hands down his smooth chest. Her fingers tingled as they caressed his warm skin. She moved them back up to cup his face as their kiss went on and on.

Steve began moving her backwards to the bed as he lifted his lips from hers. His breathing was rapid and shallow as he gazed down at her flushed face. "You're incredibly sexy, Mandy. Talk to me. I love your accent," he murmured as he gently lay her on the bed.

"Och, now what would ya be wanting me to say, Stevie?" she purred as she scooted further up onto the bed.

OCH, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! She's a PIRATE NOW! ARR, STEVIE! AVAST!! Noooooooooooooo!!!!!

Steve grinned and crawled up on the bed to sit beside her. "Anything. I just love hearing you talk," he replied softly. He began unbuttoning her shirt as he spoke.

Mandy watched him work the buttons loose. She moved her fingers lightly over his thigh and knee. His skin was soft and supple and so very warm. She sighed as he finally got the last button undone. She watched his face as he slowly opened the shirt and revealed her body to his gaze. Fire danced in his eyes as he sucked in his breath.

"My God, Mandy! You're perfect," he moaned softly as his hands trailed lightly over her ribs and belly.

Shut up and do her, then. Stop dicking around, man.

"Stevie," she moaned softly as his hands feathered down her abdomen. Her Scottish brogue became strongly pronounced, giving away the depth of her arousal. "Your hands are verra soft and magical," she whispered.

Magical like when we have sex in the garden... oh, wait, wrong story. I don't like her calling him Stevie. She barely even knows who he is. I don't like her. Jealous, much? This 'verra' business also bring to mind a souther accent. AH RECKON YER SOFT, STEVEH...

Steve leaned down and gently nipped her peaked nipple. It instantly puckered more, as if begging for his full attention. His lips closed around it and he sucked it into his hot mouth.

Mandy gasped as pleasure shot through her body. She slid her hands into his hair once more as he slathered first one nipple, then the other. She tossed her head back and forth as her body trembled beneath the sweet assault of his mouth.

Steve moved one hand to the juncture of her thighs. He was surprised to find her clean-shaven. [NNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, DO NOT TELL ME!] His fingers slipped inside her silken folds to gently caress her heated center. Her hips pushed up into his hand as she whimpered softly. When his hand left her, she cried out. "Shhh...just a minute," he whispered.

Mandy drew in a shuddering breath. "Stevie..." she began. She stopped when Steve gently grasped her left hand. He pulled it above her head and over toward the side of the bed. Mandy gasped slightly when she felt a soft band of cloth being placed around her wrist. "Steve?" she questioned softly.

Steve looked down into her eyes. "Do you mind?" he asked as he buckled the restraint.

Kinky bastard. There's one thing I wouldn't let him do to me. I'd do it to him, though...

Mandy saw the desire and anticipation in his eyes and slowly shook her head. "Nay, I trust ya, Stevie," she whispered with a smile.

Stop. The. Talking. Mandy.

Steve grinned and moved to her right hand. Once her hands were secured, he reached into a drawer of his nightstand and took something out. He was careful not to let Mandy see it. Suddenly his lips were on hers again, devouring her, stroking the desire into a raging inferno of need. After several moments, he slowly broke the kiss and moved his lips to her neck. He nibbled his way to her ear, where he gently blew into it before sucking her earlobe into his mouth.

Mandy moaned and moved her hands restlessly against the tethers. Not being able to touch him was driving her crazy.

And Steve knew it. He rose above her.

Mandy suddenly felt something soft moving lightly down her neck. She realized it was a feather as Steve moved it across the peaks of her breasts. Pleasure exploded in her center as he trailed it down her stomach and across her abdomen. Thrills rushed through her as the feather tickled down her legs and back up again. When his fingers slid into her wet heat again, she writhed with ecstasy. "Stevie," she panted as waves of pleasure washed over her.

Okay, it's at this point that I wouldn't be turned on. Getting tickled is not arousing. And why does he have a feather in his nightstand when they just got to the hotel? Maybe he stayed there the night before. I dunno.

Steve manipulated her flesh relentlessly, pushing her over the edge of pleasure again and again. When he kissed her belly, her muscles jerked in reflex. His lips moved lower and his hot breath fanned her desire higher and higher. Steve sunk his tongue as deep into her heat as it would go. Her scent was pure woman [Well, duh] and just about pushed him out of control. He tamped down on his own raging need and set about pleasuring the beautiful woman on his bed. He moved his tongue gently over her sensitive nub several times before sucking it into his mouth.

I hate the word nub. I just... do.

Mandy whimpered as her body spun out of control once more. She jerked against the restraints, then grasped them as another tidal wave engulfed her. "Och, Stevie!" she cried out.

WHAT IS THIS OCH BUSINESS? Please refrain from saying it. For the love of Strange Medicine/Steve Perry/God/Whatever you want to call it, DO NOT SAY OCH. Any. More.

Steve slowly moved up her body with his lips, swirling his tongue around each rosy peak on his way to her lips. She moaned against his mouth as he teased her with his tongue and lips. He didn?t quite settle them on hers, but barely touched her, tantalizing her with them. When she jerked her hands once more, he grinned and slanted his mouth over hers. He ravaged her mouth with his lips and tongue. She was just as wild with her own tongue. When she actually bit him, he chuckled against her lips. "Spitfire," he murmured huskily. Her throaty laughter washed over him like warm summer rain. He loomed over her for a moment, then settled between her legs. His hardness rested at her entrance. He knew heaven waited within.

Well, finally he gets down to business. Listen, guys, when Steve picks some random chick out of the audience to have his way with for one night, he's not going to spend 20 minutes on foreplay. Probably not. He's gonna be like, "I'm a rock star! Please me now!".

"Stevie! Now, mon, now!" she groaned with urgency. She bucked her hips upward, trying to urge him to sink his hard length within her. "Please," she whispered raggedly.

WHOA, she just turned Jamaican, mon.

Steve was powerless to resist any longer and plunged into her waiting heat. Her muscles closed around him like a velvet-covered vise. They contracted up and down his entire length, sending ripples of pleasure coursing through his entire body. He moaned as he lowered his head to her shoulder. "Mandy," he breathed. Steve withdrew and plunged into her again and again. His passion was out of control, driven by her soft cries and whimpers of delight. He felt her tighten and knew she was gonna [PROFESSIONAL words] climax yet again. He changed positions, drawing her legs up to his shoulders and resting on his feet. [Wait, that doesn't make sense. Is he standing with her legs on his shoulders? Confused, am I.] His penetration deepened. Steve caressed her sensitive nub firmly, giving it an occasional tweak.

Coulda done without that last sentence.

Mandy screamed as her body shattered with her orgasm. Stars glittered behind her closed eyelids as she clutched the bands on the restraints. Her breathing was so shallow it was almost nonexistent.

Steve continued to move within her. He had his second wind now and knew he could bring her up to the heights of ecstasy one more time before he had to let go.

"Stevie, please release me. I wanna touch you, please," Mandy begged softly.

WHAT? Okay, so you just came and he's almost there and you want him to stop and untie you first? Really? And she fucking talks like a total Perryfan. "Please release me. I want to touch you, please." <--Perryfan

Steve pulled from her and quickly undid her hands. Then he re-entered her with excruciating slowness.

Mandy ran her hands down Steve's back to squeeze his butt. She moved them back up his back to thread her fingers through his hair. Then she moved them back down again. Everywhere she touched him left a trail of fire, pushing him closer to Heaven's Gates. Mandy kissed his neck before moving to suck his earlobe into her mouth.

I'm beyond confusion about what he's thinking throughout this whole ordeal. I give up. Fine, Steve. Don't come. I don't understand why she's done and 5 minutes later, he still isn't.

Steve growled and kissed Mandy with hungry need. His body tightened and he prepared to send his seed deep inside her warmth.

NO SEEDS!!!!!!

Mandy clutched his shoulders as her body began to spasm. She moaned into his mouth as her body exploded once more.

All right, this chick is so lucky. SO fucking LUCKY that she can come twice with regular sex. Damn fantasy women. Damn them! And where's Steve's, already?!

Mandy's contracting muscles triggered Steve's release. He broke the kiss as he came, growling her name over and over again. He collapsed on top of her, careful to keep his weight on his braced elbows. Steve struggled to draw oxygen into his lungs, which burned with need.

Mandy was having the same difficulty as she panted close to his ear. "By God, ye're a randy devil," she murmured in her lilting Scottish brogue.

Do I make you raaaaaaaandy, yeah...

Steve laughed, the sound rumbling through his chest and into hers. "I honestly don't know what got into me. I guess it was your Scottish brogue," he teased as he eased out of her and moved to lie beside her.

Who *says* "Scottish brogue" in conversation? WHO SAYS THAT?

Mandy rose up to look down at him. His hair was sweaty and sticking to his face. She gently smoothed it back and smiled. "I've enjoyed my visit to your land, Steve Perry. Thank you," she said.

Your land. YOUR LAND.

*is bitter*

Steve grinned. "My pleasure, Mandy from Scotland," he replied.