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It had been much too long since he had slept in the same bed for more than a week. It had been more than a year since he had slept in this bed but it was the most comfortable bed he had slept in in weeks.
Thinking of time, he rolled over and checked the alarm clock on his night stand. Past 3pm, he wasn’t surprised, time didn’t make a lot of sense to him anymore these days. Pulling the sheets back, he got up and looked for a pair of pj pants he must have somewhere. Suitcases still stood in the corner of his room but he wasn’t in a hurry to unpack them, not entirely trusting that he was going to be home for a while now. On the floor, he found the pj pants he’d been lounging in for the last two days. Pulling the elastic up to his waist, he walked over to the closet and found a clean shirt to wear.
The kitchen was sparkling clean when he entered it, as he pulled open the fridge door, he thanked his mom, knowing he should thank her in person later today for making sure his fridge and cabinets were stocked when he got home.
It was quiet as he started making breakfast for himself, other than his clattering of pans and hot grease inside them to cook a few slices of bacon and eggs.
Carrying his plate, he walked to the living room and sat down on the couch, placing his plate on his lap as he turned on the TV to watch as he ate his breakfast. Afternoon TV programming was just as interesting as he remembered it to be, not at all.
The doorbell disturbed his thoughts, leaving the TV show for what it was, he placed his plate on the coffee table and got up to answer the door. He couldn't imagine anyone visiting him this early in the day, not sure he even wanted to see anyone.
He unlocked the deadbolt to the door and pulled it open.
"Good afternoon." A young woman smiled up at him.
A little surprised by the cheerfulness, he stammered a "good afternoon" back.
"I'm Lori, I'm right over there." She pointed back over her shoulder to a house a few houses over. "I was making a birthday cake for my friend and realized I didn't have enough eggs." When he didn't respond right away, she continued. "I had enough eggs yesterday but then I stupidly had eggs for breakfast and now I don't have enough for the cake." She explained.
He was still taken aback. People actually asked their neighbors for baking ingredients. He remembered running to the neighbor's house to do so as a child but that had been over twenty years ago.
"Sure." He opened the door wider and took a step back to let Lori in. "How many do you need?"
Lori followed him into the house, through the living room, past the guitars and awards on display, into the kitchen where he opened the fridge to grab the carton of eggs.
As he closed the fridge door and expected an answer from Lori, he realized she was now the one that looked surprised.
"What?" He asked, now confused again as Lori looked curiously at him.
"You're Richie Sambora."
He frowned at that. "Yeah." He didn't want to be exposed. He didn't live that secluded but he didn't want everyone to know that.
"You live right here."
"Yes." He sighed. "Did you want the eggs or not?" He was starting to get annoyed, still holding the egg carton. He was finally home, star struck fans was the last thing he needed in his personal space.
Lori nodded. "Yeah. Thank you." She reached out but instead of going for the egg carton, her hand reaching out to his arm. Gently touching his tanned skin, daring to move up to his bicep, feeling the toned muscle underneath. He felt taken aback as she moved closer to him. Before he realized it or could stop it, her lips were on his. His hand reached to the counter to put down the egg carton before he’d drop it as he kissed her back.
He pulled her closer against his body as he returned her kiss, deepening the kiss she had started. Her lips felt so soft against him, he forgot how this had started, instead he easily lifted her up as he moved his reach down to her bottom. Holding their kiss as he walked her back to the bed he hadn't left that long ago.
Once he let her down on the bed, Richie pulled his shirt off over his head, followed by removing his pajama bottoms, no longer having a need for them or his boxers that soon followed.
Lori caught on quickly enough and assisted in taking off her own clothes before Richie got onto the bed to help her out. He moved over her as he leaned in to kiss Lori again, feeling her skin as he moved his hand up to cup her breast. The soft, supple skin made him want more. Releasing her lips, he kissed down her neck, enjoying her tilt back in excitement as he made his way down to her breast finding her nipple to lick and gently suck on. The moan he heard made him pull back. He reached to the night stand, pulling the drawer open and found a condom, ripping it open.
Taking a moment, he looked down at Lori, making sure they both knew where this would be going before he moved inside her, reveling in the moan that escaped her.
Through his thrusts, it wasn't long before he could feel that familiar feeling approaching in his groin. Easily his excitement rose as he was close to Lori, enjoying everything she was giving back to him. Her hand in his hair, the other on his back. He could feel her nails against his skin as he slowed down his thrusts, savoring the feeling of his orgasm rushing through him.
He laid down next to Lori, looking over at her, wondering what was next but she didn't speak.
Enjoying his bliss a little longer, he let her be, sure she was fine right there.
As he got up, he reached for his boxers, pulling those back on as he got up from the bed. He looked over his shoulder when he heard the bed squeak as Lori got up and dressed as well.
Not much later they were back in the kitchen where everything had started. Unexpectedly, Lori reached up to kiss him again, this time her lips lingered a little longer before she pulled away. "I should get going." She said, seemingly pleased with herself.
Richie nodded shortly. "Yeah, alright sweetheart."
She gave him a smile before she turned to leave the room.
"Didn't you need eggs for your cake?" Richie asked as Lori was heading for his front door, he grabbed the egg carton again.
Lori chuckled. "Oh yeah." She walked back to take the eggs she needed. "Thanks. Do you want to come and try out the cake later? Party starts around 7."
"Party? With cake? Sure."