Sweet Pandemonium

"Angel, open up!" Bam shouted, not taking the hint, not even after I'd slammed the door in his face.
"Go away, Bam!" I called, putting my back against the hard, brown wood and sighing loudly. "Please, just go away."
"Angel," He tapped softly, his voice low and comforting now. "Please let me in. I want to help you pack."

I was starting to give in despite the fact that I didn't want to. I tried to ignore him, tried desperately to concentrate on nothing but the rain now pounding on the hotel window. With one last word from behind the door, the deal was sealed, "Please?" Bam begged, and I couldn't help but cave. Slowly, I turned the golden deadlock, letting the door pop open a crack and stepping aside.

Bam grabbed onto the door and pushed, sticking his head inside of the room and seeing me pressed against the wall; fatigue and stress finally getting to me. I put an arm up to my forehead and tried the best I could to fight off the horrible headache that was beginning to overtake me.

"Are you okay?" He asked, closing the door behind him with a bang, the loud noise making my head feel like it would split in two from the pain. Bam rushed to my side, bringing my arm down and getting a closer look at the tears that swelled at the corners of my glossy eyes.

"Yeah," I waved a hand in front of my face, dismissing him and the thought that there was anything wrong with me. My eyes jerked towards the window, I wanted to concentrate on the drops that cascaded against the glass, not wanting Bam to see the tears that were beginning to force their way across my face. "I'm perfect."

"Don't lie to me, beautiful." Bam grabbed my arm midair, pushing me harder into the drywall, he grabbed me by the face with his free hand and said very softly, in almost a whisper, "What's wrong?".
There was no holding back now. Finally I broke down, crying "Everything!" loudly before shaking my arms free of his grasp and stepping quickly away from him, jumping onto the bed and walking across it before hopping down and pressing my forehead against the frigid glass window.

"Nothing is wrong with you," Bam disagreed, taking his time to walk up beside me and put an arm around my waist, looking out upon the huge city of Tokyo. "I'm here," He began, sliding open the large glass door leading to the patio outside. "And everything is fine."

“What are you doing?” I asked him, taking a step back so the cold droplets wouldn't touch my burning skin. I didn't realize how refreshing the rain was until the minuscule beads of mist spun around my tired body, tickling my skin and making me feel awake again.

“A baptismal.” Bam replied, taking a step outside of the apartment and shivering a bit as the droplets rolled across the soft, olive skin of his cheeks and face. He grabbed onto my hand, pulling my arm out and into the storm – the rain wasn't nearly as cold as I thought it would be. It was actually very soothing. “Step outside.” He urged, and yanked me out.

“What are we doing?” I laughed, the pouring rain now surrounding me, engulfing my body. I stood beside him, my clothes becoming drenched with rain and sticking to me, my hair falling all over my face in clumps, getting into my eyes.
“I told you already, we're baptizing you.” He laughed, unzipping his hooded sweatshirt and then taking it off, throwing it back inside.

“Thats funny,” I watched him, my eyes not leaving Bam and what he was doing. “I wouldn't peg you as the religious type.”
“I'm not,” He admitted, admiring his arms in the sleeveless shirt that he was wearing. “Rain is symbolic of washing, and you need to be cleansed.” Bam exposed his arms to me, so fit and strong. “You need to rid yourself of whatever you've done, and forget about it. It's over now.”

He looked up from his arms at me and flexed with a smile before finishing his sentence. “Concentrate on the present,” Bam pulled his black shirt up and over his head and dropped it to his feet, propping his elbows up on the banister with his back facing Tokyo. “Concentrate on me.” He said, then closed his eyes and let the water run over his body.

I hated to admit it to myself, but the sight of him dripping wet and covered with tattoo's was turning me on. Not knowing what kind of demon had possessed me in that second, I let my body move without really guiding it. I stepped up in front of Bam and placed me hands upon his middle; feeling the sharp curves of his muscles glide along my slick hand.

He tilted his head forward and looked at me with only one eye open. Slowly a wicked smile crept across his face. “What are you doing?” He asked me, his voice calm but pretending to be surprised.

“Concentrating on you.” I admitted, running my hands up and across his wet chest, letting them wrap loosely around his neck before playing with the dripping licks of short hair that grazed his neck.

“Well it's about time.” Bam lifted his head, grabbing me by the middle and pulling me in close, he gave me a passionate kiss. Soft, slick lips pushed their way against mine, opening only enough to let his tongue dart in and out of my mouth.

Bam pushed me away unexpectedly before saying, “Let's go inside.”. I followed him blindly, not really caring what he did with me or where he took me; I was like a moth to a bug zapper and Bam's light was blinding.

The inside of the hotel was freezing cold. I had turned the air conditioner on full blast earlier that day and now that I was wet, the frigid air felt almost arctic. Bam ran strait for the conditioner and turned it off. It was still cold but he was doing his best to make me feel better.

“You're going to freeze to death.” Bam said, slipping off his shoes and kicking them to the side, he began to undo the belt of his pants.
“What are you doing?” I asked, shocked that he was now shimmying out of his element denims although he had on no underwear underneath.

Bam stopped and stared at me for a second like I was stupid. “Getting undressed so I can towel off and get warm?”
“Oh.” I replied, looking down at my dripping wet body. A puddle was starting to form on the floor at my feet and a seizure like shiver was taking me over.
“I suggest you do the same.”