Truth in Your Touch

Truth In Your Touch
By Misha

Disclaimer- Not mine.
Author’s Notes- This is my prompty for Day 8 of the Choices July challenge: Honesty. This was requested by walkerismychoice. This takes place during the two month gap between the Madison Square Garden show and the album released and is Male!Raleigh and MC.
Pairing- Raleigh x MC
Summary- Annie and Raleigh’s fake relationship ramps up but the question what does it really mean? Is it all for show or is there something more there?
Rating- PG-13

“Annie!” “Annie, over here!”

The crowd shouted out my name as people pushed forward, trying to get closer. I could see my security circling in, on high alert, but I smiled, greeting the fans, signing autographs and posing for pictures. 

“What brings you to L.A?”

“Are you here for Raleigh’s show?”

Just then the man in question exited the hotel and headed straight towards me, lowering his mouth to mine in a brief kiss. Even as I told myself the kiss was as much for the crowd as it was for me, I couldn’t prevent the shiver of pleasure that shot through me.

“Hey babe,” Raleigh greeted, slinging his arm around my shoulder. He turned to the crowd, flashing that killer smile, “I am going to steal my girl back, if that’s ok.”

The crowd screeched enthusiastically, the cries slowly fading as we disappeared into the hotel and towards the elevator. 

Raleigh nodded towards my security guard, “are they going to follow us up to the suite? Because that might be a bit of a mood killer.” 

“I thought you didn’t mind an audience,” I teased, but I turned anyway and addressed the guard, “I’ve got it from here.” Knight Records had arranged my security detail, but we had agreed I didn’t need one in private. 

“Don’t worry,” Raleigh added, “we don’t plan on leaving the hotel all night.”

“We don’t?” I asked as the elevator door closed, “Now I know the truth, you didn’t fly me here as a PR stunt, it was a booty call.” 

Not that we’d gotten to that stage yet. We hadn’t even been alone in a bedroom before, which was why when Raleigh has suggested that I join him in L.A for his show there, I’d been intrigued.

“Are you complaining?” Raleigh asked, closing the distance between us, resting his hands on the wall of the elevator, pinning me there.

“No,” I admitted, his proximity making me a little breathless. 

“Good,” Raleigh told me, his breath hot against my ear, “but Annie, you aren’t a booty call. If that was all I wanted, I have no shortage of names.”

I was sure he did. A rush of jealously passed over me at the idea of Raleigh with another woman, pinning her to the wall, his hands on her body. I shook it off. I had no reason to be jealous. Raleigh and I weren’t real, it was just for show.

Yet as his lips trailed across my jaw, his body pressed closer to mine, it felt real. 

“But I don’t want any of them,” Raleigh continued, “I only want you.”

The elevator dinged before I could say anything and Raleigh pulled back, leaving me flustered and a little breathless.

I followed him out of the elevtor and down the hallway, until he paused in front of it, hoping a door. “There are two rooms,” he told me, as my eyes scanned the suite that was bigger than my last apartment. Nicer too.

“Do you intend for them both to be occupied?” I asked with a smirk, dropping my bag. 

Raleigh leaned against the wall. “That’s up to you.”

The air between was charged and I considered my words. He’d invited me there as a publicity stunt, or at least that was how he had floated it to me, and to Fiona and yet, here we were, alone, and it didn’t feel like an act. It felt terribly real. 

“Why am I here, Raleigh,” I asked quietly. 

“Why do you want to be here?” He countered.

I let out a sigh of frustration, typical Raleigh, whenever things got too real or too personal, he deflected. I wanted to know why, what had made him weary, but right now I just wanted to know what was going on with us. 

“Right now, I’m not sure,” I told him with a sigh, “whenever I think I know… Is this all a game, Raleigh? Am I here because the pictures of us entering a hotel together will get a million clicks? Or am I here because you wanted me to be? Because I honestly can’t tell.”

“Annie…” Raleigh let out a rough breath and then a humorless laugh, “I’m not any good at this.”

“At what?” 

“At being real,” he said quickly, and then stepped towards me, placing his hands on my hips and looking down into my eyes, “but with you… It comes easier than it does with anyone else and I don’t know if I should run or pull you close and never let you go.”

“I know which I’d prefer,” I told him, raising myself up on my tiptoes and pressing my lips to his. 

He quickly deepened it, his arm wrapping around me and pulling me even closer against him as his tongue sought entry into my mouth. “Annie, I want you so bad,” he groaned against my mouth, the evidence of his desire pressing against me.

I opened my mouth to tell him I wanted him too, but I was cut off my by the ring of my phone.

“Ignore it,” Raleigh instructed, pulling away, but only to lift me up onto the nearby table, our lips meeting again. My phone stopped, but then started a minute later. I groaned and pushed Raleigh away.

“It’s Fiona,” I told him, “and she’ll keep calling until I answer, making sure I didn’t screw up my arrival.”

Raleigh sighed but stepped back to let me down.

“Once I talk to her, you can get me some food,” I told him, “and then we can discuss sleeping arrangements.”

“I don’t intend to get much sleep,” Raleigh told me with a smirk.

“Me either,” I told him and then picked up my phone as it started ringing for the third time, “Hi Fiona…”

As I listened to her bark instructions my eyes were locked on Raleigh, taking in every detail and noticing that his eyes were focused on me, doing the same thing. I didn’t know what was happening between us, but I knew that this weekend was a big step and that we were moving from P.R relationship to something more. What, I wasn’t sure, but… We could find out together. 

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