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| Shotgun Wedding; James/OC. Justice era. | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: July 24, 2011, 3:30 pm (11,466 Views) | |
| disposable_hero | July 24, 2011, 3:30 pm Post #1 |
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The title is a bit misleading, sorry. You're probably thinking James knocks someone up and marries her. Nope, not it. Just read it. - - - My life was a joke. An absolute fucking joke. So much so that when I woke up every morning, I told myself the truth because I couldn't decipher my own fantasies from my joke of a life. This morning was no different. My eyes cracked open and my sigh was drown out by the sounds of my husband's snores. I began my truths: My name is Ashlynn. Today is my birthday. I am twenty-one. I live in Andersonville, Georgia. I hate it here. When I was seventeen, I was forced into a marriage to someone I don't love. This is my life. Now that you know all this, you're probably wondering why I was forced into a marriage. Shotgun wedding! They're common here. It's just what comes with teenagers running rampant about town, fucking everyone in sight without the slightest knowledge of sexual education. That was me when I was seventeen. This is the point where everyone wants the story. It's always about the story, how I got here. I don't care if you want to hear the story or not, you're getting it. I'll have to tell it sooner or later and I'd rather sooner than later. - - - It was 1985, I was seventeen. I was a senior in high school. I thought I was "in love". I was stupid, to say the least. I lost my virginity to Michael Carrington, a fellow senior. He hailed from a family of old money, a bunch of uppity blue bloods. This was a problem, as I lived with my father, an electrician, on "the wrong side of the tracks". It was a problem because I got pregnant. Michael's family would have been ashamed if I'd had the baby out of wedlock, so they used coercion and bribery to get my father to persuade me to marry Michael. My own father sold me into a world of WASPs. A few months after the wedding, I had a miscarriage. But I was still stuck in the marriage. Down South, we take our vows seriously. It's 'til death do us part, not "'til we get tired of each other and we get a divorce". And now we're back to where we started. - - - At the dining room table, as the housekeeper set my breakfast in front of me, Michael cleared his throat. I smiled, feigning early morning happiness, and looked up at him. "What's up?" I poked my omelette with my fork with no intention to eat it. Michael folded his newspaper and placed it on the table. Something was up. He never put down his newspaper to speak to me in the morning. Shit, he rarely spoke to me in the morning. "I got you tickets to a concert tonight. For your birthday." Oh, he remembered. How thoughtful. But a concert to Michael is something completely different to me. Where I listened to hard rock and metal, Michael's choice in music didn't stray far from Huey Lewis and the News. "Really? What concert?" I blinked inquisitively. Michael smirked smugly as if he had something I would like. "Metallica," he said, getting up from the table. As I stared at him, slack-jawed, he strode over to me and kissed my forehead; I tried very hard not to wince. He pulled away and I watched as he slipped a hand into his breast pocket. His hand came down on the table and beneath it rested two concert tickets. "Happy birthday." Again, he kissed my forehead. When he left the room, I picked up the tickets. Metallica, Damaged Justice Tour, 2/18/1989, The Omni Coliseum Little did I know, Michael had just changed my life. Thanks to him, I was going to meet James Hetfield. I was going to be happy for once. |
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| Olyamet | July 24, 2011, 3:43 pm Post #2 |
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Nice beginning! Waiting for more!
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| disposable_hero | July 25, 2011, 8:20 pm Post #3 |
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This part is long and practically Metallica-less, but after this there'll be plenty of the boys to go around. - - - "Alright, motherfuckers! Let's do this!" James Hetfield, lead singer and rhythm guitarist of Metallica, kicked off the best night of my life with those five words. Metallica started their set with Blackened and ended with Phantom Lord. Having never seen them live, Metallica blew me away. By the end of the night, I was almost in tears. My cousin, Laura couldn't help but laugh at me throughout the concert. She liked Metallica, sure, but I loved Metallica. They were the ones who kept me sane over the course of my tumultuous marriage. I owed them my life. When the concert ended, I had screamed myself hoarse and it hurt to breathe, but I didn't care. I was too happy to care. The last time I was this happy was when I was sixteen and, you know, not married. "Now that that's over," Laura said with a mischievous glint in her eyes as we approached her car. "Let's go get drunk." - - - I was all for getting wasted with Laura, but there was always Michael to take care of. He was incredibly overprotective, one of the many attributes of his that I hated. He told me to call him after the concert, so I obliged once I got to the bar Laura frequented when she came to Atlanta. The phone rang once, twice, three times before it went to voice mail. I tried two more times but, to no avail, he didn't pick up. But I wasn't complaining. The less of Michael the better! "Hey! Get over here!" Laura was waving me over to the bar, a beer in her hand and another on the way. I put down the phone, made my way to the bar, and slid onto a stool next to Laura. I ordered myself a gin and tonic. As the night went on, I had more gin and tonics. And more gin and tonics. And more gin and tonics. I was inebriated by, let's say, 2 AM. As we stumbled from the bar, Laura had this amazing idea to call every major hotel in the Atlanta area and ask for Jake Berry, Metallica's tour manager (AU: this may or may not be wrong, feel free to correct me if I'm wrong). "It'd just be...ice...ing on the uh, cake for your birthday if you got to meet Metallica, Ash," Laura slurred as she ambled to a pay phone near her car. I was a bit more coherent than her, so I made the calls. An hour and some phone calls later, I found Jake Berry. "Hello? Who's this? It's 3 AM!" I was a little less drunk now, so I could actually speak. "Yeah, sorry about that. But it's my birthday, see, and I was just wondering if there was any chance I could perhaps...meet the wonderful band you're managing before tomorrow? I mean, it is tomorrow. Before you leave tomorrow?" There was a sigh from the other side of the phone and then some moving around, like the man was getting out of bed. It was silent for a few minutes until he spoke again, "I don't normally do this, but you sound normal enough. Tomorrow...today we're scheduled for lunch at a place called Hal's. Do you know it?" I nodded, but answered with a 'yes' when I realized I was talking on the phone. "Well, when you get there, act like I didn't tell you any of this. I'm not supposed to." "Sure thing, pal!" I exclaimed with a laugh, slamming down the phone. Drunk with gin and happiness, I turned to Laura. "We're going to meet Metallica tomorrow! Today, I mean." - - - Laura and I went to her house just outside of Atlanta and slept off our drunkenness. I woke up around 10 AM feeling like I'd gotten hit in the head with an aluminum bat. It didn't matter though, I was going to meet Metallica! I still couldn't get over it. It was unbelievable. Absolutely unbelievable. "Laura," I said, attempting to shake her awake. When she didn't wake, I persisted, "Laura!" She didn't even move. After twenty minutes of calling her name and shaking her, I finally did what I really didn't want to: I placed my hand over her open mouth and clamped two fingers over her nose. "WHAT THE FUCK?!" Laura's eyes burst open just as my hands left her face. I stepped back, laughing quietly as my cousin untangled herself from her sheets and started to yell at me about how I could've "killed her" and how there "were other ways to wake her up". "Anyway," I said breezily, heading for the bathroom. "We have to leave in about an hour. In case you've forgotten, I'm going to meet Metallica today." God, I was so redundant. - - - Laura and I arrived at the restaurant, Hal's, just as Metallica did. I casually waited until they were seated, scoped out the area, and asked the maître d' for a table for two. I prayed he would seat us at the table just across from the band's when, lo and behold! He did just that. This day just keeps getting better, I thought with a grin before ordering a cheeseburger and fries. In lieu of an unhealthy meal, Laura got a salad. I rolled my eyes at her. She stuck her tongue out at me. I laughed softly. Laura was my cousin, sure, but she was also my best friend. It was only around her that I acted my age, like I was a young adult and not some uppity, stick-up-her-ass wife of a stockbroker. When I was with her, I was myself again if only for a few days. It was a nice relief from the life I lived with Michael. I loved being away from him. Our lunch was quiet with me sneaking glances at Metallica. There was one time when I caught James Hetfield staring at me. It was then that I was aware that I wasn't wearing my wedding ring. "Shit, I'm not wearing my rings." Laura laughed. "Good, maybe you'll get it into your head that you don't have to stay married to him." Him. She never used Michael's name. He was always "him". I sighed, but my green eyes danced with laughter. "You know I couldn't leave him. I wouldn't have anywhere to go." "Come live with me. Get a job. You'd do fine!" Laura laughed, knowing I wouldn't take her up on her offer. I blinked at her, seriously considering it before a burst of laughter from somewhere in the restaurant cut across my thought process. My gaze shifted to Metallica's table and I found that James Hetfield was looking at me again. My face flushed, but I didn't look away. His icy blue ices fixed on mine and I just stared. Eventually, he smiled. I smiled back. "Alright, boys, let's go," I heard a man at the head of the table say to the band. James' smile fell and he looked away from me. I frowned. "We gotta go," I said to Laura as I watched Metallica leaving the restaurant. Now was my chance. Laura obliged, but moved slowly. I cursed her silently and practically sprinted out of the building. I was moving so quickly that I almost fell over as I flew out the door. Somebody caught me. I looked up and those icy blue eyes found mine again. "Hey," he said, looking down at me with a smile. |
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| Twilight_Tear | July 26, 2011, 9:17 am Post #4 |
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OMG James catched her!! ![]() I love this! Mooore pls
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| disposable_hero | July 26, 2011, 5:25 pm Post #5 |
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Thank you!! ![]() More soon, I promise. |
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| Olyamet | July 26, 2011, 5:39 pm Post #6 |
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Hehehehe!!! And it starts! God... those eyes... Edited by Olyamet, July 26, 2011, 5:53 pm.
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| Outlaw_Torn | July 27, 2011, 6:28 pm Post #7 |
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WEE! I can't wait to know what happens next!
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| disposable_hero | July 27, 2011, 9:10 pm Post #8 |
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Thanks, y'all! I really do apologize for this part, sorry if I ramble a lot. - - - I couldn't breathe. I was breathless. My thoughts automatically shot to my mother. She died before I turned seventeen, but I remember she used to tell me that I would know I was in love if the person left me breathless. Of course, I didn't believe her; at that time, I was already "in love" with Michael. Did I believe her words now? No. The breathlessness was from my running, of course. I was never one for physical activity, so my speeding out of the restaurant obviously was too much for my body. Either that or I was breathless because I was still in the arms of James Hetfield. But it was probably the first instance. "Um...uh, hi," I said, scrambling out of James' arms and onto the pavement. I stood up straight and blinked up at him. He laughed. "I'm James." "Oh, I know. Why do you think I was sprinting out of the restaurant?" I hated myself for actually admitting that. "I thought you just needed to get somewhere, but uh...I'm flattered. I guess." He smiled sheepishly. God, he was so cute. You're married, a nagging voice in my head reminded me. I brushed it away. Who was married? I wasn't married. At least not right now. "You say that as if no girl has never thrown herself at you. Not to say that I did that intentionally." We shared a laugh. Before James could reply, someone leaned out of a white passenger van and called James over. It was Kirk Hammett. I raised my eyebrows at James and he sighed. "I guess I gotta go, but first: what's your name?" "Ashlynn. My name's Ashlynn." James' eyes clouded over momentarily, as if contemplating my name. "That's a nice name." I couldn't help but grin stupidly. "Listen, Ashlynn, I know this sounds weird coming from me, but I want to see you again. Do you live here? Atlanta, I mean." Now was the time to tell him. To tell him that I was married. But no words mentioning my marriage came out of my mouth. Instead, I nodded. James turned to leave, but said this over his shoulder as he departed: "Meet me here at noon on the twentieth. I'll be back!" I watched as he hopped into the van and closed the door. As the van sped off, I could feel him watching me. I didn't smile, though. What had I gotten myself into? - - - "What's so bad about all this?" Laura asked me later as we sat in front of her television. "You got to meet James Hetfield, for Christ's sake. Shit, he has a total crush on you. You should've seen his face." "What's so bad? Laura!" I huffed and held up my left hand, now equipped with my wedding and engagement rings. Laura waved her hand dismissively. A groan past my lips and I shook my head. She didn't get it. Without my husband, I had no where to go. I would have no financial stability. Having married him in high school, I never went to college. I had zero work experience. Who in the hell would hire me? Without Michael, I was essentially nothing. Without him, I'd be starving, homeless, and broke. Unfortunately. "I'm such a bitch, though. I mislead him. He probably thinks I'm single and I want to fuck him. This sucks." I buried my face in my hands, embarrassed. Laura laughed and patted the top of my head in a patronizing manner. "It's okay, Ash. I know if the opportunity presented itself, you wouldn't hesitate to have sex with James Hetfield." She snorted with laughter and turned her attention to the stupid slasher movie on television. Funny thing was, she was right. I would totally have sex with James Hetfield. - - - Two days went by with no calls to or from Michael. It was like our marriage was at a standstill. It was such a short amount of time to be apart, but I was getting used to not being around him. I liked my new sense of freedom. As I sat at one of Hal's outside tables, sipping coffee and waiting for James, I began to formulate a plan if I ever grew the balls to leave Michael (not that I would): I would get a minimum wage job such as cashiering or waitressing and I would live with Laura. Maybe I would go to college. Maybe I wouldn't. I would live my life again. I would be happy. At the thought, I smiled, but as I realized this would never happen, my smile faded and I sipped at my coffee again. Just as I was about to order another coffee, someone cleared their throat behind me. I turned around in my chair and was surprised to see a tall, long-haired blonde. He really came. "You came," he said, reading my mind. "I honestly didn't expect you to. I sorta did this on a whim." "Did what on a whim?" I questioned. "Asked you, someone I don't even know, to meet me in some city I'm not familiar with. Took a taxi five hours from North Carolina to get to here..." He trailed off, smiling that sheepish smile of his. "You didn't," I said, covering my mouth in feigned disbelief to hide my grin. James straightened up, as though he were proud of himself. "I did." "You're insane." "I get that a lot," he said as he slid into the seat across from mine. His eyes danced with laughter. "Anyway, we've already had lunch here so how about you show me around Atlanta, Ashlynn." - - - I took James to the aquarium (where I fawned over a pair of beluga whales for about fifteen minutes until James had to drag me away), the zoo (where James sat and watched the wolves for a good half-hour before I dragged him off to look at the lions), and finally the botanical gardens. It was cheesy, yeah, but James wasn't complaining. At least not out loud. We had fun. "This day has been so fucking relaxing, you have no idea," James said to me as we settled on a bench on the waterfront. It was a residential area, so we weren't bothered by anyone. Which had happened a few times throughout the day. Many statements of 'Are you James Hetfield' or 'Holy shit, it's James Hetfield' interrupted our day out, but James didn't let it bother him; he took it all pretty well. "I'm glad I didn't bore you." A cold breeze blew in from the ocean and I shivered, bringing my jacket closer to my body. "Bore me?" James raised his eyebrows and looked over at me. He caught me just in time to see me shiver. Before I could stop him or refuse, he shouldered off his leather jacket and, ever the gentleman, slipped it over my slim shoulders. "You're the first girl I've been around in a long time who hasn't once mentioned my fame or whatever. You treat me like I'm...normal. You don't bore me, you amaze me." My face flushed. Amazed him? What the fuck. This was not going well. I wanted James not to like me. I was married. I closed my eyes, letting another gust of wind whip my brown hair around my face. James must've sensed my uneasiness. "Okay, that's weird, yeah. But when I met you, I knew I had to talk to you. Spend time with you. I just wanted to be around you. And that never happens. Never. At least not when I'm sober." He laughed at his joke, then continued, "It scares me, really. Like, I want to be with you." "You've known me for a day." I didn't look at him as I spoke, instead I looked to the water. I was pushing him away all of a sudden and I didn't understand why. All day we flirted back and forth, acting like a couple and all that. Maybe it was his sudden attachment to me. I wouldn't know, since I've only been with one person my entire life. I didn't know much about relationships, which was sad at my age. "That's the scary part." I felt him take my chin in his hand. He turned my face to his. "But I don't care. I really don't. And I'm pretty sure you'd be lying if you said you didn't feel the same way." His eyes bore into mine, but I couldn't look away. I tried to be rational, to tell myself that this was a mistake, but I couldn't. I just couldn't. My whole body was trembling, as if my mental battle was affecting it somehow. I was so confused. "You're right," I said in a soft, almost inaudible voice after a few minutes. "I would be lying." James' eyes lit up. He lifted my chin a bit and slowly leaned into me. Our lips met and my trembling ceased. As we kissed, I pressed my body to his. He gathered me in his arms. He was right, this was scary. Being in love was a frightening thing. |
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| Twilight_Tear | July 28, 2011, 4:25 am Post #9 |
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Uuh a kiss She should leave Micheal, James is soo much better for her! I wonder what happens next! |
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| disposable_hero | July 28, 2011, 10:05 pm Post #10 |
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A little bit to hold y'all off if I don't post this weekend. :') - - - When we left the waterfront, James and I went back to Laura's place. Thankfully, Laura was out. Now, I know what you're thinking. You're thinking James and I had sex, but you're wrong, you perv. Get your mind out of the gutter. When we arrived, James was impressed with Laura's homestead. Or, should I say, my homestead. He thought I lived in Atlanta. Another lie to add to the board. "It's huge for just you living here," he said. I quickly added that my cousin Laura lived with me. The guitarist's face fell and he looked around the living room. "Fuck, is she here?" I laughed at his disappointment. "It's alright, she's out." "Good." A smile snaked across his face and he walked over to me. He wrapped his arms around my waist, bringing me closer to him. As I wrapped my arms around his neck, I felt his hands glide up my back; his touch sent a shiver through my body. "This is so weird," I said quietly, looking up at James. He blinked and tightened his grip on me, as if I were going to run away. "In a good way," I added, but he didn't relax his arms. "I said it before, it's scary, but you're amazing, so I don't give a fuck." He let out a hushed chuckle, then swooped down and planted a hard kiss upon my lips. I tilted my head and pressed my lips against his before I parted said lips with my tongue. As our tongues swam lazy circles around one another, James groaned into my mouth. He took a few steps forward, pushing me up against the wall. I didn't object when he hoisted me up, I even wrapped my legs around his waist. And we didn't stop our kissing, which grew more fervent as time went on. That had to be some sort of record. After what seemed like eternal bliss, James pulled away from me. He looked at me with eyes half-open. "We can't keep doing this," he said gruffly, lowering me to the floor. "Too soon." I quirked an eyebrow, suddenly curious. This was not the James Hetfield I was expecting. The James Hetfield I knew through televised interviews and magazine articles conveyed a man fueled by alcohol and heavy metal with the sex drive of an eighteen-year-old boy, whereas this James was relaxed, kind, and thoughtful. Maybe it depended on his atmosphere. When he was in the public eye, perhaps he harped on his party persona, but when he was amongst, dare I say it, loved ones, he was his true self. I'd never know, since I didn't really know him to begin with. I just had these incredibly confusing feelings for him that I've never had for anyone else. "What do you mean, too soon?" I inquired. I wasn't offended, just curious. James brought his hand to his face and rubbed his forehead, then let it fall to his side again. Before he answered my question, I guided him to the couch. When we sat down, he answered, "I don't want to just have sex with you. I feel like if I do that, you'll be gone right away. For the past seven years or so, I've just had this revolving door for the women in my life; in one second, out the other. I don't want that with you. You're..." He trailed off and shrugged. "I'm what?" "You're...different." "Different's good," I said softly, wrapping my arms around his middle. James put his arm around my shoulder and I settled my head in the dip of his shoulder. We sat like that for a few minutes, letting this all soak in: we didn't know each other and yet, we felt so strongly for one another. It was overwhelming, to say the least. After a couple more minutes' silence, James spoke, "Do you mind if I stay here tonight? I said it before, but this shit was all whimsical. I...uh, don't have anywhere to stay." I couldn't help but laugh. "You're more than welcome to." "I'll sleep down here on the couch if you want." He pulled away from me and looked down at me expectantly. "No, you'll sleep with me." I took the chance to lean forward and kiss him softly. He returned my kiss before replying, "I feel like a kid or an old man, but let's go now. I'm fucking tired." "I'd imagine so. I've been following the tour from interviews and stuff. You always look worn down." James' mustache moved as his upper lip twitched with laughter. He nodded as he let out the laugh. "Yeah, that's my own fault. I need a break, though." "Good thing you're here, then." I rose from the couch and pulled him up with me, then guided him to Laura's guest room, aka my room. - - - James was in his boxers and I was in a tank top and my underwear. We shivered under the covers, but neither of us wanted to get up to close the open window. Whoever would leave a window open in fifty degree weather was an idiot. "Fuck, it's cold," James said and I felt him shiver next to me. I moved closer to him and buried my face in his neck. As I hugged my body to his, he took me in his arms. "There's always body heat," I mumbled into his neck, making him laugh. We laid like that, just cuddling or whatever, for a long time. James' hand caressed my lower back, making me drowsy. I made eye contact with him. The last thing I remembered before I fell asleep was his smile. Edited by disposable_hero, July 30, 2011, 5:07 pm.
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| Twilight_Tear | July 28, 2011, 10:25 pm Post #11 |
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okay you caught me^^ I laughed so hard at this^^But isn't kind of bad to start a relationship lying to him?? Just wondering how he'll react if he finds out
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| disposable_hero | July 28, 2011, 10:30 pm Post #12 |
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Don't worry, you'll see! They'll eventually come back and bite Ashlynn on the ass.
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| Twilight_Tear | July 28, 2011, 10:32 pm Post #13 |
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bwaha that was what I thought draama
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| Outlaw_Torn | July 29, 2011, 12:43 am Post #14 |
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Ha ha! Love the fact she mislead him! Sweet and hot! James is being a gentleman!
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| disposable_hero | July 31, 2011, 3:37 am Post #15 |
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I apologize for any mistakes. I'm tired. :eyerub I hope you guys like it, though. ![]() - - - The sun streamed through the windows, nearly blinding me when I opened my eyes. Because of the half-open blinds, the sunlight striped the bed. I shifted and I was suddenly all too aware of the arm draped loosely across my stomach. A scream climbed out of my throat, but I clapped a hand over my mouth when yesterday's events came rushing back to me: I met and quickly realized my strong feelings for James Hetfield. I breathed deeply and propped myself up on my elbows; James was not roused as I moved. He snored softly and his arm slid off of my stomach. I took a few minutes to watch him sleep. I watched his bare, muscular chest rise and fall with every breath he took. I watched as he fidgeted with dreamtime movements. Though reluctantly, I got up from the bed and left the room. As I padded down the carpeted hallway to Laura's bathroom, my head whirled with thoughts of what was happening. Once I was in the shower, I mulled over my situation. I began arguing with myself. I was married. You don't love him. I took vows. You've already broken them. Vows are vows. Not when they're broken. James would leave soon. He loves you. He never said that. He could just be messing with my head. Or maybe you're messing with his head. A burning in my left eye interrupted my delusion argument. Shampoo was leaking from my hair and into my eye. I sighed, giving up on myself and continued to shower in mental silence. I finished my shower quickly, wrapped myself in a towel, and left foggy bathroom in a rush, my wet hair slapping against my back as I went. When I opened the door to "my" room, I was greeted by James' snores. I quietly made my way to the dresser and opened the top drawer where a few pairs of underwear and three or so bras greeted me. I collected what I needed, closed the drawer, and picked out a pair of ratty jeans, torn at the knees and other places, and a black T-shirt to wear. Whenever I came to stay with Laura, I would deposit a third or so of the clothes I'd packed for the trip in the dresser so I wouldn't have to pack the next time. I dressed quickly, glanced at the still sleeping blonde on my bed with a smile, then left the room and headed for the kitchen. Waking up, I headed right to the bathroom to shower and I hadn't had a chance to look at a clock. The clock above Laura's oven read that it was past noon. I hoped James didn't mind pancakes at 12 PM, because I felt like a real breakfast. Thankfully, my mother taught me how to cook before she passed and being a housewife at present, the only thing I did was cook. Not for Michael, though, he preferred the housekeeper's cooking. He was so spoiled, even at twenty-two. I hoped the monotony of cooking breakfast would push the thoughts of my husband out of my mind, but in case that didn't work, I turned on the radio that sat on Laura's counter. Elvis Presley's rendition of Arthur Crudup's "That's All Right" streamed from the speakers. I smiled to myself before I began collecting the things I needed to make the food. As I started frying the bacon, I couldn't help but sing along with Presley as he started his second verse. "Mama she done told me, Papa done told me too 'Son, that gal you're foolin' with, She ain't no good for you' But, that's all right, that's all right. That's all right now mama, anyway you do..." I let the bacon sizzle, then I went on to making the pancake batter as Elvis and I began the next verse. "I'm leaving town tomorrow I'm leaving town for sure Then you won't be bothered With me hanging 'round your door But, that's all right, that's all right. That's all right now mama, anyway you do" By the time I had finished adding the ingredients and mixing the batter completely, the next verse approached. "I ought to mind my papa Guess I'm not too smart, If I was I'd leave you Go before you break my heart But, that's all right, that's all right. That's all right now mama -" My singing ceased when I heard someone behind me. I looked over my shoulder and saw James leaning against the fridge in his boxers and the shirt he'd worn yesterday. He was laughing. "You don't strike me as an Elvis fan." "I'm not," I said, blushing furiously and returning to the stove. God, I was embarrassed. I never sang in front of anyone and James, I'm sure, had been listening the whole time. He was still laughing softly as he approached me from behind and wrapped his arms around my waist. "You've got a great voice though." His voice was almost a purr against my neck. I began pouring the batter onto the skillet when James kissed my neck. I ignored him in hopes that he would let me cook. He made a trail of soft kisses up my jawline, stopping beneath my earlobe. I hummed along with the radio. The Beatles' "Here Comes The Sun" was playing. James eventually realized I was intentionally ignoring him and he retaliated by taking the skin beneath my earlobe between his teeth, biting me. I sighed loudly, leaning my body against his. That felt so good. "That's what I thought," James said arrogantly. I turned around, laughing, and whacked him on the shoulder. "Leave me alone, I'm making breakfast." He scowled mockingly, but seated himself at the kitchen table and watched me finish my cooking. When I finished, I brought two plates of bacon and pancakes to the table. I set James' plate in front of him, then went about getting butter, syrup, utensils, and all that. "Need any help?" James asked, watching me move about the kitchen. "Nope," I answered as I slid into my seat finally. "Thanks, though." I went about buttering and smothering my pancakes in syrup and I felt James watching me. I didn't look up, though. I thought about how we were acting so...couple-y, like we'd been dating for years. When, in reality, we'd known each other for 24 hours, at best. "Jesus Christ," I heard James say through a mouth full of pancakes. I looked up. I watched as he chewed and swallowed the food in his mouth. "These are amazing. I haven't had pancakes like this since my mom was alive. Shit." "Good thing my mom taught me how to cook before she died, then." James stopped gushing over my food and blinked at me. I waved my hand in the air, as if expelling his inquisitiveness. "Cancer. When I was seventeen. No big deal." "There's so much I don't know about you," James said, cutting another triangle out of his pancake stack. I picked a piece of bacon off of my plate and took a bite, then frowned. "Same here." I pondered this for a few seconds before I spoke again. "Did you ever play the game Truth?" "Truth? Like Truth or Dare? Fuck yeah, when I was about thirteen." "No, no. Just Truth. It was this brutal sleepover game me and my friends would play when we were younger. You can ask any question you want and the person has to answer honestly. If they don't answer it, they lose." I laughed, momentarily remembering my childhood. "We should play." James smirked. "I like the sound of that, actually. And I hate losing, so you're in for one hell of a game." "If you say so. You start!" James, obviously unprepared, huffed and ate a few more bites of his breakfast. "Alright," he said. "When did you lose your virginity?" I laughed and shook my head. "What an easy question. I was seventeen, senior in high school. It was terrible." "Alright, fine, Ms. Easy Question. Hit me." "How many people have you slept with?" I smirked, placing my chin in my hand, and James flushed. "Uh...shit. I dunno." He scratched the back of his neck. "You...don't know?" "Yep. There's this thing called alcohol and it kinda clouds my memory when I fuck chicks, so..." "Alright, fine. I'll let you slide. Just once, though. I'll ask you an easier question: what's your favorite movie?" James rolled his eyes and got up from the table with his plate in hand and took mine from in front of me. He deposited them into the sink. "The Good, the Bad and the Ugly." I walked into the living room and sat on the couch. My eyes followed James as he made his way toward me. When he sat down, he asked his question. "How many people have you slept with?" "One." "One person. You're twenty-one and you've slept with one person." James' left cheek moved, as if he were chewing it. He was probably stifling laughter. "You asked! It was a long relationship. But now this has turned into sex questions. Not like you know anymore about me." I was embarrassed now. So I was being bitter. "Aw, she's embarrassed. It's okay," James said, hugging me in a mock comforting way. "Let's switch to twenty questions, then. Except they can't be sexual. And I'll ask them." I nudged him off of me, then smiled. "Fine. Let's go." - - - An hour or so later, James found out basic things about me: my favorite color (blue), where I grew up (Andersonville, Georgia), what I enjoyed doing most (reading), my favorite movie (A Clockwork Orange), what I wanted to be growing up (a singer), and things like that. However, he didn't ask me the twentieth question. We had shifted on the couch since the beginning of the question-asking and I was stretched out on the couch, my head in his lap, while his feet were propped up on the coffee table. "Ask me," I said, looking up at him with furrowed eyebrows. "Later." I was whining by now. "C'mon, ask me! You have to." "I will. Eventually." He grinned down at me. I pouted and sat up. "Pleeeaaaaaseeee." "No." James shook his head. I raised my eyebrows at him and my hand rested on his stomach. He eyed me suspiciously as my fingers, now acting as legs, walked above the waistband of his boxers. "I'm not asking you yet. I have to think of a question," he said quietly, grabbing up my hand before it moved any lower. I didn't pursue the topic anymore, but kissed James instead. He dropped my hand and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me onto his lap. We kissed with the sudden eagerness of a pair of teenagers. Lip biting galore. I pushed my tongue past James' lips and ran it slowly over the roof of his mouth. I smiled, hearing the rumble of a groan from his throat. Our tongues wrestled roughly as we pressed our bodies to each other, trying to get as close as possible that our layers of clothes would allow. To make myself comfortable, I straddled James' thighs, placing my knees on either side of them. Our pelvises pressed together and I was now able to feel the bulge in James' boxers. I slowly ground my hips into James' and he pulled away from me. "You're killing me," he said, his voice thick with want. "Suppose we're still playing Truth, I've got a question." I leaned back and grinned. "Ask it." His hands tightened on my hips. "Is it still too soon?" "Fuck, no," he replied, pulling me to him and silencing my laughter with his lips. - - - In the bedroom, a bare-chested James crawled on top of me. His ever famous wolf necklace dangled above me. I watched it spin and move as James leaned down, pressing his lips to my collarbone. His hands moved up the curves of my body, his cold hands making me shiver. As his hands moved up, his lips moved down. He kissed my bare stomach, his eyes finding mine. A smirk spread across his face and his hands gripped my panties, pulling them down my legs. "I'm gonna make you feel so good, I promise." He didn't break eye contact with me as he kissed a path up my right thigh. My hand rested atop his hair and I ran my fingers through it. "You don't need to treat this like it's my first time. It's far from that." "I know," James replied, planting a last kiss on my inner thigh before he placed his lips over my clit, sucking lightly. I raised my hips to him, sighing softly. I felt his fingers enter me and I couldn't stifle my moan. His tongue worked my clit as he pumped his fingers in and out of me. "Oh...fuck." I tilted my head back, gripping James hair up. He grunted slightly, but made no objection. His fingers worked faster and he rested his head on my hip as his thumb now stimulated my clit. My soft moans filled the room, eventually escalating to loud cries. I came quickly, pulling at the sheets with clenched fists instead of James' hair as I practically screamed. "My God," I said, exasperated. "It's been a long time." "Since when?" James was on top of me again, resting comfortably between my legs. "Since I came like that." I rested my head on the pillow, still in a daze. "Fuck." "Good thing we're not done." James climbed off of the bed and retrieved his wallet from his long forgotten jeans. He unfolded it, then pulled out a square foil. He held it up as though it were the Excalibur. He made his way to the bed again, placing the condom to the side as he slid between my legs once more. We kissed slowly, getting comfortable once more. My eyes were closed, but I heard James unwrap the condom. I assumed he put it on, because the next thing I felt was pure heaven; he'd pushed himself inside of me and began slowly pumping his hips. "You're gorgeous," he growled, burying his face in my neck and quickening his thrusts. I cried out, lifting my hips off the bed and pushing them to James'. He groaned loudly, but kept moving. Our lovemaking noises filled the room that was once occupied by my own moans. I was at that desperate stage, right before my orgasm, and my breathing my absolutely ragged. I moved my hips in rhythm with his and my nails dug into James' back. "Oh, fuck. God!" "My name's not God," James said, thrusting himself into me so I cried out. His breathing was heavy and his head hung, the tips on his hair dancing over my hard nipples. I felt his body quiver above me. He was about to lose it. I squeezed my eyes shut. My breathing quickened and my grip on James' shoulder entered death grip territory. "James," I breathed, unable to sustain myself any longer. I cried his name once more, lifting myself off of the bed as I released myself. James came a few seconds later, howling almost. His pulled out, then collapsed to my side. He didn't wait to catch his breathe before speaking. "I have my last question." "Shoot," I deadpanned, staring up at the ceiling. I felt James' arm move over my stomach. He pulled me to his chest. "Do you love me?" I closed my eyes and burrowed into him. "Yeah," I said quietly, "I love you." |
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okay you caught me^^ I laughed so hard at this^^
Sweet and hot! James is being a gentleman!

8:42 PM Jul 10