She awoke to the drone of Jon’s voice. Turning onto her side she gave him a sleepy smile as he talked into the telephone. A golden brow arched as she watched the exasperation grow in his eyes. “Man, It’s the holidays, can’t we do this after the first? Ok, Ok, I get it, its an important gig, but man you owe me one.” Slamming the phone down he moved over to sit on the edge of the bed before sighing heavily. “It never lets up, even though I swore we’d take downtime this go round, it just never lets up.”
Dusty reached over and brushed a lock of his hair from his eyes, “What’s wrong babe?”
“Some interview, for an upcoming awards show. Seems I have to be in
Dusty watched him silently an idea forming in her mind. She needed to test her theory of the mating and bonding not working on them like it did other shifters, and this would be a prime chance to see how it worked. “Baby, its just an interview, you can fly out and be back in a day or so right? Why don’t I stay here? I’ll plan a little get together of your friends and we’ll have our holiday when you get back?”
Jon grinned as he leaned in to kiss her, “Your one in a million, you know that Golden? You do that, plan us a little party, and I’ll be back before you know it.”
She smiled and gave him a push from the bed. “Go on get ready, its only a day or two, you’ll be back before you know it.”
Jon laughed softly and reached down to flick a lock of golden hair from her eyes. “I’ll be back before you know it Golden girl.” Turning he moved to the closet and pulled out his bag and packed it swiftly. “I’ll make it quick, I promise.”
Dusty stood then moved to the dresser and swiftly pulled on a pair of jeans and her favorite tank top before turning to watch him pack. With the life he led it didn’t take him long to sorta and organize enough things for a couple days away, but then he was used to packing for long tours.
Jon hefted his bag and turned to her, his eyes taking in her slender form and felt his body respond instantly. What was it about this girl that had him heating up by just looking at her? Sighing softly he walked to her and gave her a swift kiss. “Soon Golden, soon.”
She smiled and took his hand, walking him to the door. “Don’t worry about me Jon, I’m a big girl, I’m sure I can entertain myself for a couple days.”
Jon grinned and opened the door, “I’d rather be the one doing the entertaining baby, but we’ll take care of that in a couple days.” He gave her a brief kiss and slipped from the door, walking down the hall swiftly.
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Two days, it had only been two days and already she could feel the beginnings of the niggling pain that was settling deep into her bones. She dragged herself from the bed knowing she had to eat, although the she really wasn’t hungry, but she had to keep up her strength until Jon got home, then this ache deep inside of her would vanish. She had answered her own question, separation from him equaled pain. If this was how she felt after only two days she couldn’t help but wonder how he felt.
Jon sat staring at the interviewer as he shifted in his chair yet again. The questions were easy and standard, the same questions he seemed to get asked over and over again, yet he couldn’t formulate the answer. Picking up his glass of water he sipped as he forced himself to concentrate. It was bad enough that he couldn’t concentrate, but damn, now he kept getting wood in the middle of a fucking interview? With a sigh he looked at the reporter. “Could ya give me a minute? I’ll be right back.” Only one thing seemed to ease that stupid feeling when it came over him and that was her voice. Moving to the phone he quickly dialed home and waited impatiently for the phone to be answered.
Dusty almost jumped out of her skin as the phone shrilled. Even that sound had her bones jarring. Thank God she only had to make it through another few hours. Picking up the phone and placing it to her ear gingerly she spoke. “Hello?”
“Hi baby, had the urge to hear your sweet voice.” Jon smiled at the wall as her soft voice washed over him and soothed that crazy ache that had settled around him.
Dusty managed a grin and eased herself onto the couch. “So, what’s up hot stuff?”
“I just wanted to hear your voice baby. I know I’ve been calling you a lot the last couple days, but it’s keeping me going. They’ve added a couple more interviews, so its gonna be another day or two at least.” He sighed into the phone, “I should have gotten ya to come with me, I may not make it back by the holiday. Dunno why but calling is keeping me sane the last couple of days. Sorry if I interrupted anything.”
Dusty winced as she stared out the window. He was going to be gone longer? She could hear the ache in his voice, an ache she knew he was trying to control with simple phone calls. “Its ok baby, that’s the life ya lead right?”
He talked a few more moments and felt the ache ease as he hung up the phone. Walking back over he sat in front of the reporter and smiled. “Thanks for that time, I needed to let my people know I wasn’t gonna be home tonight.” With his famous grin in place Jon again started answering questions; the one he wanted answered winding through his head. How much longer before he felt the need to call her yet again?
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