Lottie has been having the time of her life. The only thing she'd change is having Riley with her. She'd love to have him with her.

She's in the middle of getting ready for the Orange Beach, Alabama show. She's back in her home state but the dread she usually feels is gone.

Lottie grins as she pops her monitor in her ear, her heart beating hard in her chest. "Today's gonna be a good day." She beams, fixing her fringe jacket. "I can feel it in my bones."

"Me too." The drummer, Clayton, smiles back, twirling his sticks in his fingers.

Hardy leans against the trunk next to Lottie. "It does feel like it's gonna be a great show."

There's a couple cheers from the crowd and Lottie's heart leaps into her throat. She squeals and bounces onto the stage, kicking it into her set list.

"Look at her out there." Riley smiles, startling Michael. "She's so beautiful, wow."

"Glad you could make it." He elbows him. "You sounded pretty worked up on the phone."

"It's our anniversary." He smiles, that little box burning a hole in his pocket. "She was pretty upset that we couldn't be together today." He shrugs. "So I came down to surprise her."

"Y'know what would be real great? If you sang that new song she wrote. I usually sing it with her but since you're here..."

"That's a great idea, man." Riley grins. "When does she sing it?"

"Last. Here's her set list." He points to the sheet taped to the trunk.

He grins as he watches her perform, his heart soaring at the smile on her face. She was made to do this.

Lottie snaps the mic back into the stand. "This last song is one I'm singin' with my good friend Michael Hardy." She smiles, breathing hard. "This is called Born To Love You." She looks back at Clayton who starts the song.

"I was born in a town full of red pine trees. County sign says "follow your dreams". Westbound train makes the whole town shake. Friday night lights decide your fate..."

Riley has a mic tight in his hand, waiting for the cue from Michael to join her on stage.

"Born again in a church where the steeple's white. Preacher preach Book of John and my momma cried. Meanin' of life was in verse 2, didn't make sense 'til I found you..."

He looks over at Michael who nudges him forward. There's overwhelming cheers that come as he steps foot on stage; Lottie assumes that it's Michael because he gets the same reaction.

It isn't until Riley starts singing the chorus that she realizes who it is.

"I could search the world from south to north, but I've already found what I'm lookin' for. Wherever I go and whatever I do, I was born to love you, I was born to love you. Lookin' in your eyes, yeah it's all so clear. Every time you smile, I know why I'm here. Wherever I go and whatever I do,I was born to love you, I was born to love you..."

Lottie squeals, tears forming in her eyes. How is he here? How is he here with her on their anniversary? He said he was busy at the studio tonight but here he is.

With her.

When the song ends, Lottie tackles him in a huge hug, her legs kicking up behind her as Riley spins her in a small circle.

"The hell're you doin' here!?" She asks breathlessly when he sets her down on her feet.

"Didn't want to miss our anniversary." He sends her a cheeky smile. "And I wanted to ask you somethin'."

Riley pulls the box from his pocket and sinks down to his knee. Lottie's jaw drops as he takes one of her hands in his other one. She can barely hear him over the screams of the crowd, a huge grin breaking out across her face.

"Will you marry me?" He asks, his heart beating so hard it might come out of his chest.

Lottie can't get words together so she nods, tears in her eyes. Riley slides the ring on her finger. She grabs the sides of his face and kisses him hard.

Riley pulls back and looks at her, tears of his own in his eyes. "I love you." He might as well have mouthed from how loud the crowd is.

"I love you too." She responds, wrapping him in another tight hug.

When Lottie's set ends, she grabs his hand and pulls him down the ramp and to the bus. She triple checks to make sure they're alone before she pulls the shade down over the window.

She turns to Riley with blown out pupils and a dirty smirk on her face. She grabs him by the front of his Carhartt shirt and pushes him down on the couch, gracefully landing on top of him. His hands go to her hips and up to her waist, that matching smirk on his face.

"Wait." She stops him, pressing a hand firm against his chest. "Wait."

"What? You okay?" He asks, already breathing hard.

"We shouldn't have sex til we're married."

Riley laughs but it's short lived when he sees how serious she is; it only makes him want her more. "Seriously?"

"Seriously." She states, sliding off of him. "It's bad luck."

Riley whines childishly, glancing between the bulge in his jeans and the girl who created the problem. "Can we start that tomorrow?"

"No." She stands and leans over to kiss him. He pulls back, trying to give her puppy dog eyes but it makes her laugh. "It'll be good for us."

"But- But- Lottie!" He huffs.

"We're missin' Michael's set." She brushes his whines off and opens the door. "C'mon."

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It's been a rough week since Lottie's gotten home from hour. The whole celibate thing is really fucking them both. Riley can't sleep next to her; he's been sleeping on the couch in their music room- trying to sleep anyways. He usually lays awake and stares up at the ceiling.

This isn't fair.

It's only been a week.

Feels like years.

Lottie's currently making dinner. She's stirring something in a skillet while Riley checks her out from the kitchen table. He reaches over and turns the radio on, a small smile on his face when he watches her start swaying on her feet in front of the stove.

He stands and takes her hand, pulling her close as he starts dancing with her. She loves dancing with her entire being. Just goofing around dancing, nothing too fancy.

She knows this is what she's going to be doing with Riley Green in front of their children and grandchildren. This is what makes Lottie feel loved the most.

But it's also what gets her going and Riley knows that.

His hands slide down her waist to her ass where he gives her a squeeze, pushing her forward against him. She bites her lip. She knows exactly what he's doing.

Two can play at that game.

Lottie leans up and brushes her lips against his neck just enough to tease him. Her fingers wrap around his biceps and his heart starts thrumming. Riley closes his eyes when he feels her hand drift to his belt buckle and tug.

He suddenly grabs her waist and pushes her back against the counter, kissing her so hard that she can't breathe. He's pulling her panties down, she isn't wearing shorts just to mess with him, and getting his jeans undone so he can fuck her.

Lottie's head falls back when his hips are flush with his, a breathy moan filling the kitchen. She bites her lip, wrapping her arm around his shoulders as he starts moving his hips, sharp pants falling from his lips.

He mumbles something she can't understand but the way he's practically growling against her neck has her moaning. Riley goes harder knowing she likes it and an intense moment like this calls for it. He grabs a fistful of her hair and tugs on it while he starts leaving splotches on her neck, his hips speeding up. Lottie grips his wrist, her eyes locking with his. The way she's looking at him has his heart fluttering.

He's pulling on her hair while fucking her like a whore but her face is full of nothing but love. Pure love. He almost feels bad for going at it hard.

She grabs his throat loosely and brings him down for a kiss. He pulls back and presses his forehead against hers, sweat forming on his flushed skin. "I love you." She moans out, her head falling back again as she comes.

He's not too far behind. "I love you too, baby girl."

Riley's hips still, his hand on the counter top behind her and her arms hanging around his shoulders. He has his face buried in her neck, her floral body wash filling his nose.

"Ri..." She whispers.

"Mmm?"

"You- You're- You gotta pull out." She blushes, her fingers raking through his damp hair.

He doesn't really want to pull away, he missed this intimacy. Reluctantly, he tucks himself away, pushing back his curls. Lottie brushes her hair behind her ear and blushes.

She hops off the counter and sighs, looking at the charred contents of her skillet. "Wanna go out?"

He chuckles, leaning over to kiss her temple. "Sure. I gotta take a shower." He peels his sweaty shirt off and tosses it into the laundry basket sitting in front of the laundry room door.

"Wash my back?"

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