It took all of about three seconds for Dave to notice something different as he held Rachel’s delicate fingers inside his. He squeezed her hand and stopped halfway to his car, first getting a good look of her eyes. The color seemed to drain out of them as Rachel realized what had crossed Dave’s mind. She licked her lips and had already began to sort an explanation in her head as Dave lifted her hand and glanced at her ring finger. She watched as the expression formed on his face. His brow fell and his lips parted slightly, making the slight ache that knocked on his heart evident. He didnt avert his eyes for a long time, holding Rachel’s arm by the wrist and waiting hopelessly for the ring to appear on her naked finger.
But he didn’t listen. He dropped her hand, letting it fall to her side and turned slowly towards the car. He took wide strides and made it behind the wheel before Rachel had even moved. He turned the key and glanced at Rachel, then placed his hand on the passenger head rest, straining his neck to see behind him. Rachel snapped out of it, aware that he was not waiting for her or her excuses. She ran to the passenger side and tugged at the handle. Dave turned and looked at her, stone faced and jaw grinding, he glared at her for a long moment. After a few seconds, he finally leaned over and yanked the door unlocked, allowing Rachel to get in and close the door. He had returned to his previous position as he backed out, Rachel starring at him, but never glancing back at her. She held her gaze, her brow turned up with worry. Say something Dave. Anything. Before she completed the thought, Dave had began to speak in such a tone that caused Rachel to immediately regret her silent wish.
”You know…I get it. I know you’re angry at me…but why are you letting this go on?” He didnt wait for an answer. “Am I wasting my time? Honestly? Because I feel like I’m wasting my time.”
Rachel turned towards the windshield and shook her head. She was startled as she watched Dave turn to her out of the corner of her eye, then grab her chin between his thumb and index finger. His lips came together tightly between each sentence.
”No. I’m not accepting that. Answer me. With words. You don’t get to be silent. You’ve been silent long enough.”
Rachel slapped his hand away and turned her body towards him, leaning against her window with a heavy brow.
“No you’re not wasting your time. But don’t fucking do that to me again. I’m not a child.”
“You always say that. One of these days you’ll realize just how childish you act. Its fucking ridiculous, Rachel.”
“Then why are you asking me if you’re wasting your time? You be the judge. Can’t you make your own decisions?”
“Really? I can’t make decisions? This is coming from the most fickle person I have ever met! You can’t decide if you do or don’t wanna live with me, if you love me, if you even wanna be with me or not, but I have decision making issues? This is a fucking joke.”
“Is this really what you want to do the second day you’re home? Fight?”
“Where is it?”
Rachel crossed her arms in front of her and pressed her tongue into her cheek.
”Rachel! Where the fuck is it!?”
“It’s in my jewelry box!”
“Why isn’t it on your finger!?”
“Because I don’t want to look at it right now!! You asshole!”
Dave slammed on the breaks and turned the wheel sharply, causing Rachel to loose her balance and slam into the door. She yelped as Dave spun the car around and drove back the way he came, his tired squealing as he picked up speed.
”What the hell are you doing!?”
Dave didnt answer, but within minutes, he threw the car into park in Gran’s drive way and spoke to her between gritted teeth.
“Go get it.”
“Go get it. Do not make me say it again.”
“Fuck you! I have a Daddy! And his name is not Dave Grohl!”
Dave opened the door and stepped out, “A whole Lotta good he did you, huh?” He slammed the door and left Rachel with her mouth gaping. She sat there in awe as he found the hide-a-key, went in and came back out with his fist clenched tightly at his side. He opened the door back up and stood leaning up against the door frame.
“Get out of my car. I’m going home.”
“No. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Rachel, you are going to make me lose my temper and its not something you want right now. Please get THE FUCK out of my car and go inside.”
Dave stepped out of the frame and paced back and forth along the car a few times before turning and crashing both fists into the back fender, over and over, rocking the car back and forth. Rachel turned in her seat and watched him damage his own property, feeling slight guilt for letting it escalate this far. She turned quickly as he made his way back to the drivers seat and silently started the car. Before she could gather her thoughts they were already half way to his place.
Dave slammed the door and jogged to the porch, not waiting for Rachel to catch up like he usually did. As he turned the door handle, Rachel slammed her door and yelled, catching his attention and making his tense shoulders fall slightly.
”I thought we were starting over!”
Dave turned around and pursed his lips as he thought, wrapping them around his perfectly white teeth.”We are….I want to….when did you stop wearing it?”
“The day you left Houston.”
“I didn’t intend on staying with you after I got home.”
“Don’t make me say it.”
“Why didn’t you tell me? Why did you let me go that whole time thinking things were better than they actually were?”
“Something kept me from it. I don’t know what. But for some reason I couldn’t let you go. Believe me, I wanted to.”
“And that’s the only reason your still here? You don’t love me, You don’t forgive me, you just can’t break the habit?”
“I thought that’s what it was at first. That I was scared of change. But look around you Dave, everything has changed. When you came back this morning and you were here..at my house…instead of that hotel room…it didnt hurt anymore. You’re here and I know, right now, you are just Dave.”
“Rachel! I AM Dave! All the time! It doesn’t matter if I’m here or on the other side of the world. I am Dave and I love you! Why can’t you get that through your head?”
“There was a speed bump along the way Dave. Have you forgotten?”
“Yeah I know there was, but you have had this issue long before that. And, yeah I’m sorry. I know I screwed up and made it worse but you have to stop telling yourself that there is a difference between ‘Dave your boyfriend’ and ‘Dave the drummer.’ There’s not. The sooner you accept that the better off we will be.”
Rachel nodded and crossed her arms, walking towards him and letting him hug her. It felt so good. Like home.
Sitting on the floor, Rachel had let the mood lighten as she folded the load of clothes she just pulled out of the dryer. She heard the shower turn off and Dave peek around the corner.
“Hey! Gotta towel for me?”
Rachel tossed him a towel and watched as he wrapped it around his wet body. “Did you leave wet footprints on the floor?”
Rachel shook her head and rolled her eyes as she grabbed another towel and headed towards the bathroom. As she bent down to mop up his mess, she felt arms wrap around her folded waist. She felt Dave push against her between her cotton shorts and his damp towel and she closed her eyes as she straightened up. He placed his arms around her shoulder and kissed her bare neck, letting his unshaved face scratch against her skin. He brought his hands down, running them over her thighs and tugging at her shorts. Her breath caught as he bit at her ear lobe, humming lightly in her ear, a habit of his that instantly put her in the mood. She turned around and let him kiss her deeply as his large hands grabbed her butt. His hair was still wet, something she absolutely loved on him. She pulled his towel off and quickly dropped to her knees onto the cold tile floor, surprising Dave as he squeezed his eyes shut and took in a sharp breathe through his hanging mouth. He tugged at her hair, clearing it from her face so he could see her better. Her eyelashes fluttered and seeing her in full light performing such a task caused Dave to race towards the edge of explosion. It had been such a long time. He pulled back and lifted her up, placing her onto the sink and taking her place on the floor. He shoved her shorts and panties to the side and thrusted his tongue into her, wasting no time getting to the point. Rachel jerked back, sweeping her hand across the counter to find the edge and knocking everything off in the process. Dave snorted in amusement as cotton swabs rained down onto his head. He stood up and kissed her, causing her to make a face as she tasted herself on his mouth. Dave slowly eased into her, careful not to move too quickly, still sensitive from his previous close encounter. He pushed into her, pausing after each entrance to let Rachel make the face he was so fond of as he grabbed at her hips. The mirror shook with her as she called out, sending echoes bouncing of the marble surfaces. Dave lifted her, still inside her and walked her to the bed. He turned and collapsed onto the blanket and Rachel propped herself up comfortably, hovering over him. As her body rose and fell, her legs began to shake and she picked up her pace, causing Dave to inch closer again. He tried to hold her still, but she wouldn’t stop, bucking and arching her back as she screamed into the air. Dave was right behind her, almost whimpering at her lack of mercy on him. She bit her lip and smiled down at him, satisfied with herself and the recent event. Dave’s wet hair stuck to him and the bed as he laid motionless with his eyes closed. Rachel rolled over and rested her head on his chest, wrapping her arm around his body and kissing his sweat beaded skin. Dave lifted his hand in the air and held up his index finger. “One minute. Just give me one minute!”
Rachel was confused. “One minute until what?”
He stood up and slowly walked into the bathroom, speaking over his shoulder. “Round two!”
Rachel laughed loudly, throwing her head back and setting up. There it was. The spark was back.