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Got Riff; *FINISHED* Het James /OFC Smut. A lot. And a bit of angst
Topic Started: September 2, 2015, 4:19 pm (4,432 Views)
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Thank you all for reading and commenting! Originally I intended to leave it at this, but I kind of grew fond of these two and then there's this little kinky bunny that keeps nagging at me. So maybe when that bunny has grown a bit...
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Thank you all for reading and commenting! Originally I intended to leave it at this, but I kind of grew fond of these two and then there's this little kinky bunny that keeps nagging at me. So maybe when that bunny has grown a bit...

LET THE BUNNIES PROCREATE!!!
Hehe. Take your time. Loved it.
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I'm with Rockfan! I hope you do continue this! That last paragraph on the last chapter put a smile on my face. I can definitely see James doing something like that :biggrin

Thank you :huggie:
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Hey everyone! As always thanks for the lovely comments, every single one is like a gift for me and makes me smile. :huggie:
I figured we could all need some cheering up, I know I do - so here's the latest. Sorry it's rather short and really just for setting the stage. Hope you still enjoy.







Oh my God, he's found me again, I think with horror as I discover the anonymous letter in my mail.
My heart is hammering in my chest and my hands have suddenly turned cold. How? After all this time?
My hands are shaking as I turn the letter over and over again. Wait a second, the rational side of my brain puts in, that's not his writing.

I take a closer look at the address on the envelope. The writing looks vaguely familiar, but maybe that's because it looks like an untidy version of Comic Sans.
I take a deep breath and slit the letter open. I'm surprised to find a picture postcard from San Francisco in it.

Annika -
we'll be playing two shows in Berlin next month.
If you'd like to meet, call or text me.
XX
J.


Disbelievingly I stare at the number scribbled underneath the short message. Then I giggle a little. And then a little more. “Looks like James Hetfield sent me his mobile number. I guess I could make a small fortune on ebay with this”, I say to my empty living room.
Then the uneasy feeling creeps back. I quickly calculate the time difference, it's 9:30 a.m. in California. I grab my own mobile.

Hey James - got your letter. How did you know my address? XX Annika.

I'm still trying to figure out what to do next, when a short bleep announces an incoming text.

Copied it from your ID. Sorry, didn't mean to intrude. J.

Not intruding. Just didn't expect to hear from you :-) I'd love to meet!

Great! Give me your email & I'll send you details later on? Gotta go, Dane infested. XX

I grin at that last message. I guess they're at the studio working on their forthcoming album.
Since I guess James will be busy with that for the next couple of hours, I decide to get my dinner going and have an early night.

I usually don't check my mails first thing in the morning. First thing I do after I get up is getting the coffee machine going. I'm no use without a certain level of caffeine in my blood. But I manage to start up my laptop on my way to the kitchen.
Sipping my coffee I sit down to scroll through my inbox. I actually squeal as I find a mail from James. I'm glad I'm living alone so nobody hears me making guinea pig noises.

Jesus, woman, you're 34 years old. Stop acting like a freaking Justin Bieber-Fan! I chastise myself.

I quickly read through the basic information James has provided. I already know that they'll be playing two shows. Obviously James has found a reason to arrive three days ahead, while the rest of the band will come to Berlin the day before the first show.
I quickly do the maths in my head. That means I will have to take four days off of work. Actually, make that five days, I think, that way I'll have a day to get... well... ready.

I take another sip of my coffee to calm my nerves and open the appendix with the hotel reservation, which proves to be almost fatal to my laptop. I really should have known better, I think as I dab up the sprayed coffee from my screen. So, I will be staying in a junior suite in a five star hotel in close proximity to the Bundestag and the seat of the chancellor. No big deal, right?
I slowly sip the rest of my coffee before I go to the hotel homepage.

"I so need to go shopping," I murmur, clicking through the pictures.





Six weeks later



There's a knock on the door. "Einen Moment! " I call, expecting it to be someone from the hotel staff.
But when I open the door it's James.
I'm so surprised I just stare at him for a split second.
"Hi," I finally manage, opening the door wider to let him in.

"Hey," he greets me with a warm hug and a smile that makes his eyes spark, "it's so good to see you again."

"And you! Thanks for all this," I say with a sweep of my hand that includes the whole surrounding.

"You like it?"

"Are you kidding? I've never stayed in such a nice hotel before, let alone a suite of my own."

James simply smiles at me and my stomach summersaults. He's let his hair grow out a bit since I last saw him and his natural curls come through. I like it better this way. He's wearing a black hoody and blue jeans and looks absolutely gorgeous, albeit a bit nervous. I wonder if this is going to be like our first time together, when he first initiated the sexual encounter and then turned nervous as if shying away from his own boldness.
He wipes his hands on his thighs, confirming me in my assumptions.

"Uhm, listen, I probably should have told you this before, but", he now runs his hand through his hair, another nervous gesture I recognise.

I cock my head, silently encouraging him to go on. I'm completely clueless where he's heading with this.

"But it's nothing you could discuss on the phone or through email, so... uhm... could we sit down for a minute?"

"Of course", I say, gesturing towards the living area, embarrassed for not offering him a seat sooner.

James sinks onto the comfortably overstuffed couch, but still looks very much on edge.

"You were going to say?" I prompt, sitting down onto the love seat facing him.

"Look, I want you to know that all this", and he repeats my sweeping gesture from before, “doesn't mean I expect anything from you in return, okay? I don't want you to feel obliged."

He seems to expect a reaction from me so I nod, still not seeing what he's getting at.

"You remember our conversation about my wife?" he gazes at me with a look I can't read. When I slowly nod again, he continues.
"Okay, so - God, I didn't expect this to be so awkward!" he suddenly exclaims, jumping up from his seat. It would be comical if the suspense wasn't killing me.

"For Christ's sake, James, just spit it out already!" I almost yell at him.

"Right", he mumbles, sitting down again. His eyes study a point somewhere between his own feet and mine when he speaks. "So, Fran is here with me. She'd like to meet you."

I gasp in surprise, causing James to look at me again. The shock in my face alarms him and he quickly reaches out to grab my hands. Despite his obvious nervousness his hands are warm and steady, his touch reassuring.
"Listen, if you don't want to see her, that's fine. If you don't want to see me again, that's fine, too. If you don't want to come to the show and you want to leave now, I'll understand", he lightly squeezes my hands and I raise my eyes to meet his. His look is open, kind and at the same time hopeful. "You call all the shots here, okay?"

"Okay", I answer with a weak voice. This meeting with James is so not going the way I have been expecting it to go.

"Just let me explain. You know Fran and I tell each other when we've had sex with some one else."

Again, I nod. I'm beginning to feel like a nodding dog.

"When I told her about you, she got curious. She could tell immediately that this night with you was special to me."

I am both touched and surprised by this confession. "How?"

James smiles a little sheepishly. "Well, for one thing, I haven't had sex on tour for quite some time."

I immediately remember he didn't bring any condoms, so that statement makes sense. I even feel a bit flattered.

"And then I've never before kept the address of a one night stand."

I'm grateful he didn't use the word "groupie" since I still can't see myself as one, even though I know I sure acted the part.

"Why did you keep it?" I enquire. Keeping isn't really the right term, I guess, since I've never given him my address in the first place.

James shrugs, looking very self-conscious. "I liked the idea I had the opportunity to get in touch. And I guess I wanted to keep something. Like a keepsake."

I can hardly believe my ears. I never expected that from him. "That's why you slipped the pick into my purse? As a keepsake for me?"

This time it's James' turn to nod. I can't help but smile at that little gesture. I stroke my thumbs over the back of his hands. "It was a nice surprise when I found it", I say gently.

Nevertheless I'm still confused.
"I'm still not sure I understand why your wife wants to meet me, though", I say cautiously. Her being curious about me could mean a lot of things, after all. Maybe she just wants to tear my hair out.

James blushes. Another thing I did not quite expect from one of the world's biggest rock stars.

"Uhm", he clears his throat, looks at me and quickly looks away again, pulling one hand away to tug at his earlobe.
He's driving me nuts with all his fidgeting and deferring. "Like I said, we talk about... having sex with others... and... we've been talking... for quite some time really..."

It takes a lot to suppress my impatient growl. The way he's stammering it's hard to believe this is the same man who dominates a whole football stadium full of people with just an incline of his head. "...I've told you she likes to hear about everything..."
I think I'm beginning to see where this is heading.

"We wondered, if you would be okay... with... with her watching... us."







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Had to say I saw that coming a little bit when he started to talk. This update is just what I think everyone needs after the last 48 hours within the world. I love it and more soon 😊😊😊🤘🤘
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usually don't check my mails first thing in the morning. First thing I do after I get up is getting the coffee machine going. I'm no use without a certain level of caffeine in my blood. But I manage to start up my laptop on my way to the kitchen.
Sipping my coffee I sit down to scroll through my inbox. I actually squeal as I find a mail from James. I'm glad I'm living alone so nobody hears me making guinea pig noises.

Jesus, woman, you're 34 years old. Stop acting like a freaking Justin Bieber-Fan! I chastise myself.
Add 10 years with same reaction: that is ME!

And ... WOW!!
That was unexpected to me. I mean, him wanting her to be together again... Hell yeah. But Fran to watch? Holy moohooley!!!
LOVED IT!!!

Thank you for bringing a smile to my face on this day. We need it.
But WAIT!!
Uuhm.... Stalker? She has a creep after her???
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I'm glad you're still with me, Rockfan and Jaymzbabe!

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But WAIT!!
Uuhm.... Stalker? She has a creep after her???


Uh-oh. Could there be some plot creeping into my PWP? :bat
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Seems to me the PWP turned into a full fledged thrilling story
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I've finally found the time to write something fun again, and not just another research paper... So before life gets hectic again next month, here's the next update. I promise there will be smut again, soon. In the meantime I hope you enjoy! :huggie:




I've agreed to meet Fran, see if we like each other enough to even consider acting out her fantasy.
Now I'm standing in front of the wardrobe and trying to decide on an outfit.
What do you wear when you're meeting the wife of the man you've had sex with for the first time? And does it make a difference if said wife wants you to do it again? I'm fairly certain that Hollywood has a dress code for such occasions. Hell, I bet somewhere somebody has written a book on it.

I heave a deep sigh. I've never spent so much money on clothes before, but since I expected to spend the majority of my time here in various states of undress, my focus has been lingerie, not outerwear so much. I finally decide on tight fitting dark blue 7 for all Mankind jeans, a dusky pink silk shirt by Kaviar Gauche and tan suede flats.

I check myself in the mirror. I never wear much make up and today's no different, just a bit mascara and a tinted lip balm. I like what I see and if she won't – well, then to hell with it. I gather my dark brown hair in a high glossy ponytail and am ready to go.

Making sure I get to choose the table and settle down a bit, I arrive in the Peacock Alley fifteen minutes ahead of time, before I have to deal with James' wife. It's an oblong lounge, almost like a gallery, connecting the old part of the hotel with the new building. Dark brown armchairs are decorated with purple cushions and grouped around round tables of dark polished wood, at the head of the room there's a tall Grandfather's clock, done in a simple glass and gold design. The combination of tradition and modernism is beautifully done. I choose a table close to one of the tall marble pillars. I'm nervous as hell, wiping my hands on my jeans and checking the time on the Grandfather's clock every two minutes.

I recognise her immediately as she enters the cosy lounge. Tall and blonde she's no movie star beauty but a very attractive woman in her own right. She's wearing cream coloured fitted pants and a pale blue cashmere sweater that's just tight enough to accentuate her impeccable figure without clinging to her body.
This casually elegant woman radiates a calm confidence that shows she's fought her share of battles and won most of them. I can see at first sight that Fran Hetfield is a lioness you don't want to get on the wrong side of.

As she's reached my table she gives me a warm smile. "You must be Annika."
I stand to greet her and she immediately pulls me into a friendly hug. "James said to look for a hot version of Snow White." Her smile widens into a grin as she sees me blushing at her words.
"Thank you for agreeing to meet," she says as we sit down again.

"Thank you for not scratching my eyes out. Yet."

Fran throws her head back and laughs. It's a raucous, very down to earth laugh that seems a bit out of place in all this art déco elegance. In this moment I decide I like her.
"Don't worry, I won't. Shall we order tea or coffee or would you like something stronger? I remember they do some wicked cocktails."

I can't help staring at Fran in mystified admiration. She knows I've had sex with her husband, knows he's come back for more. And yet here she sits, perfectly relaxed, chatting like we are old friends.

Fran furrows her brow as she catches my look, obviously thinking I’m scandalised by her suggesting cocktails at this time of day.
"Ah, sorry. I guess my sense of time is still a bit off."

"Are you really okay with this?" I blurt, "It's just... I don't think I could be as calm as you."

In this moment a waiter appears out of nowhere at our table. Fran orders Earl Grey and I'm so dumbfounded that for the first time in years I order hot chocolate.
"Would you like whipped cream or marsh mellows?" the waiter asks politely.

"Marsh mellows", I answer without thinking and I see an amused smile flicker across Fran's face.

When we're alone again, Fran leans forward, so we can talk without being overheard from nearby tables.
"You probably know I worked for Metallica before James and I got together. So I knew what I was getting into. I saw all of it when I was part of the road crew.
And believe me, our marriage has been tried and tested many times over the years. Sex was always the least of our problems. But we're pretty solid where we are right now. Fifteen years ago? Not so much," she explains. "When James asked me to marry him I told him I was okay with him having sex with other women - as long as he was being honest about it and in return didn't expect me to be celibate."
Fran grins. "Took him a bit of getting used to, but in the end he agreed. And it's worked well for us. I truly believe this agreement helps to keep the spark alive between us."

The noiseless waiter arrives with our beverages and so I get the chance to stomach Fran's explanation for a moment before I answer.
I fish a marsh mellow out of my bone china mug, thoughtfully chewing on it. I'm curious now, more than anything.

"Can I ask you something else?"

Fran winks at me, her golden bracelets jingling as she reaches for her cup. "You can ask me anything you like, darling. This is about getting to know each other, right?"

"Is this the first time? I mean, have you ever watched James with another woman before?"

Fran softly blows on the hot liquid before taking a small sip and I feel a slight shiver running over my skin, as if her cool breath has touched me.

"No. I've been fantasising about it, but it took me some time to even mention it to James. And then we didn't really know if we dared acting on it."
She looks up from her cup to study my face and the look in her eyes reminds me of James. "We have to be sure we can trust the person we're doing this with. When James told me about you he said the two of you kind of clicked, not only physically, you know?"

I nod. I've had the same feeling with him, even though we didn't exactly talk much the first time we met. But in the weeks between his letter and our second meeting we've been in touch through emails, texts and even short phone calls, and again I've had the feeling that our conversations flow easily and naturally, without much awkwardness between us.

"He's a bit smitten with you, I think. And to tell the truth, I'm beginning to see why."

I'm blushing beet red at Fran's words, but she just smiles kindly at me and pats my arm. "Don't worry so much, Annika. I'm still not going to scratch your eyes out. Only if you betray our trust," she says it lightly, but I clearly understand her warning.

I incline my head, letting her know I got the message, before answering honestly, but in the same light tone. "Trust me. I have no desire to see my face in the tabloids."


We smile at each other and now that it's gone, I realise there has been a slight tension between us until we've made clear where we stand. Fran's smile widens and she quickly squeezes my hand. I raise my mug in salute, knowing I've just made a new friend.

Now that the hazardous part of our conversation is over, Fran leans back in her upholstered chair, crossing her legs at the ankles.
"James never told me what you do for a living."

"He doesn't know. It... uh... never came up," I say with a grin.

Fran smirks. "Yeah, I guess it wouldn't. So what do you do?"

"I'm a mechanical engineer. I'm working on a research project at university. We research alternative fuels for car engines."

Fran stares at me wide eyed. "You're kidding!"

I raise my eyebrows. I tend to bristle when somebody suggests a woman couldn't be in the field I'm in or do the job I do. "I assure you, I'm not kidding," I reply a bit stiffly.

"Oh, you must never tell James! He'll just want to marry you," Fran giggles.

"Well, thank God he's already married to you, then. I'm not going there again," I say before I can stop myself.

"You've been married?"

I shrug. I hardly ever talk about it and even though I already like Fran a lot, I have no intention to share my past within the first hour of our budding friendship. "Yeah. Didn't work out."

I'm saved from further interrogation as James appears in the lounge. Immediately Fran's eyes light up. James swiftly threads his way through the other tables, ignoring the stares he gets from the other guests. As he bows down to greet Fran with a tender kiss I get the strange feeling that I'm intruding on them. I can see now, why Fran can be so calm about other women. The love between them is so obvious, a blind man would feel it. You would have to be dead not to notice. "Hey, babe," he says softly as their lips part, brushing a finger along her cheek.

"Hey, yourself," Fran answers just as softly, swiftly touching his chest right above his heart before he straightens up again.

I'm certain she's doing it completely unconsciously, but the sweetness of the gesture touches me deeply.

James comes over to me, placing a kiss on top of my head. "Hey, gorgeous," he smiles, playfully flicking my ponytail. "I'm starving. Can we go have lunch or am I interrupting?"

From the way both James and Fran look at me I can tell the real question is Have you made up your mind? I can see the warm smile in Fran's eyes as she looks at me, even though she keeps the rest of her face carefully neutral.

As the corners of my mouth twitch upwards in an answering smile, I can see Fran blush for the first time.
"You're not interrupting anything. Lunch sounds like a great idea."

"Good. Let's get our coats, then," he says, pulling me up from my seat.

He's holding Fran's hand on our way to the lifts, but as soon as the lift doors close behind us, he turns to me and cups my face with both his hands.
"I've been wanting to kiss you for hours," he says, claiming my mouth.

I'm surprised by the intensity of his kiss, in front of his wife, but I trust he knows what he's doing, so I open my lips to his demanding tongue, melting against him.
It's just as toe-curling as I remember.

"You taste nice," he smiles as we part.

I quickly glance at Fran, uncertain of her reaction to this display. She seems more amused than anything and even beats me to an answer. "Hot chocolate and marsh mellows," she says, chuckling lightly.

James sighs wistfully and winks at his wife. "See? I told you she's a woman to my taste."





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Ooh WOW! :wub:
This was SO GOOD!!! :nanner:
It really flows so naturally and I sat here with a blushing :blush: smile myself. In a way, I think we ALL want to be Annika :D

Keep writing Hun, cause this is going to b a FABULOUS lunch date with Annika on the menu!

Happy Thanksgiving if you celebrate & good luck on the hectic times to come!

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Ooh WOW! :wub:
This was SO GOOD!!! :nanner:
It really flows so naturally and I sat here with a blushing :blush: smile myself.

Thank you Rockfan :huggie:

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Happy Thanksgiving if you celebrate & good luck on the hectic times to come!


I'm not celebrating, but if you are, I hope you have a wonderful time! And also thanks for the good wishes, they are much appreciated :heart: :heart: :heart:

I'm happy you still like this, I wasn't really sure if anyone was still reading :blink:

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Ooh don't worry I'm still reading
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I wish more people would review. This is absolutely well written.
As for Thanksgiving....nope.... European :D Dutch, to be specific.
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don't worry I'm still reading


:wavey Hey, jaymzbabe! That's good to know!

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That's right *facepalm* my western neighbour! :huggie:

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This is absolutely well written


Aww, now who's making who blush? Thank you. :blush: :wub:
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Now I know that my fic doesn't need sex cause you got it all covered here! :drool Nice Thanksgiving treat :heart: This is REALLY good writing, btw. Like, *really* good.
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