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A London Extra; A Hannah/James Sequel to A French Connection
Topic Started: January 9, 2012, 12:42 am (25,150 Views)
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January 12, 2012, 4:43 am
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Love this, well I said it before I'll say it again MOAR :P
I'm busy writing as we speak! :D :wavey

Glad you like it!! :heart:
So what are you doing here??? :bat :lol:

Go and write :P :heart:
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Love this, well I said it before I'll say it again MOAR :P
I'm busy writing as we speak! :D :wavey

Glad you like it!! :heart:
So what are you doing here??? :bat :lol:

Go and write :P :heart:
I am! Don't worry! :lol:
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OMG! GOD HEARD MY PRAYERS! :lol:
You know how I love this story! Call me Francesca and French Connection are both awesome! I love Hannah! :heart:

So is James and Fran apart? Why did he lie to Ray and Han about it? Is James and Han going to have a new affair? Why did Barbara kiss Ray? Are James and Ray ever going to know that Hannah fucked the whole band? Just some questions... :lol: :rolleyes:

MOAR! :heart:
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OMG! GOD HEARD MY PRAYERS! :lol:
You know how I love this story! Call me Francesca and French Connection are both awesome! I love Hannah! :heart:

So is James and Fran apart? Why did he lie to Ray and Han about it? Is James and Han going to have a new affair? Why did Barbara kiss Ray? Are James and Ray ever going to know that Hannah fucked the whole band? Just some questions... :lol: :rolleyes:

MOAR! :heart:
So is James and Fran apart? Yes. They're living apart in the story.

Why did he lie to Ray and Han about it? He just doesn't know how to tell them yet. He will soon.

Is James and Han going to have a new affair? Can't tell! :wink :heart:

Why did Barbara kiss Ray? Because they have a history! :wink

Are James and Ray ever going to know that Hannah fucked the whole band? Maybe! :rolleyes:
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I felt so horribly sad for James. He had kept his awful truth hidden from us both, that for the past year—2013—he had been living alone without his family. Come to think of it, he had shown us recent pictures of his kids in summer uniforms, in January. They were clearly not living in the northern hemisphere. I had noticed he had skirted around a few of our questions about his family at lunch when he visited, but I couldn’t believe that Francesca had finally left him. I had thought that they had overcome his infidelities. I didn’t want to ask him why, if he hadn’t been able to confess that she had left at all, he surely didn’t want to talk about it. And if a year had passed, he had surely become accustomed to hiding his pain. I hoped seriously that he had not returned to the alcohol abuse that I knew had once fractured his family life.

And now, Ray and I were in the awkward position of having to act as though we didn’t know. I knew we were only a short distance from the O2 where James would be waiting, standing on stage by himself blasting his favourite riffs to calm his mind before the show. Rob’s car overtook us as we entered the driveway into the arena. The paparazzi were there, already waiting, and the flashed their cameras at the tinted windows of the car. Kirk didn’t blink as he stared back. It was clear he was sad for James too, his split with his wife was taking its toll on the band. I was intrigued that Kirk seemed to think otherwise; that Francesca had not met someone else as Lars thought.

I cast a worried look to Ray. We sat together in the back seat of the car, his face was wet with tears. He wiped his eyes with his sleeve. I knew he was lamenting the 14 years he had spent working for the Hetfield’s, and everything that their family meant to him. Perhaps I was wrong, and he still very much felt part of their world. Lars looked away at Ray’s obvious upset. I squeezed my husband’s hand: I didn’t know myself what I would say to James when I saw him. The car arrived outside the stage door, and Lars and Kirk exited first. I kissed Ray’s cheek softly and he managed a short smile.

‘Come on, lets go and see James’ I said gently, and my smile gave him the strength to follow me from the car.

We found James as predicted, standing solo, onstage with his guitar looking out into the empty arena. Ray and I took seats in the vacant audience to listen to the rehearsal, and he smiled and waved at us both. When Lars arrived, I expected a fracas with James. Instead, his friend greeted him with a short hug. It seemed many people were worried about him these days. Ray’s face lit up during rehearsal, remembering the atmosphere he had once been a part of. Barbara joined us in front of the stage, and another 15 crew members sat with us, listening during the sound-check.

‘So you live in London now Ray?’ she asked. Barbara had been Lars’ assistant since 2003. She was tall and thin, with brown wavy hair and square framed glasses that accentuated her pretty features. She was kind but tough—she managed the dramas which surrounded Lars expertly on a daily basis. I cast a sideward glance to her as she flirted with my husband. Her hand touched his shoulder as they chatted, and even this small gesture was enough to distract him from his train of thought. I scowled, I knew her game.

The band were into Welcome Home (Sanitarium), and James sang at the microphone directly in front of us. I watched him with a broad smile and he winked at me between verses. He was bold and energetic onstage, it would be impossible to know anything was wrong with his private life. He was hiding it all so well, I tried not to feel pity for him, I knew he would hate that. Instead, I watched his performance that he had grown so good at, and smiled, happy that I could be here with him this week—if only to distract him from the reality he was living. ‘That dream is my reality….’

At the end of the song, the band trailed offstage. Already, Ray had headed backstage with Barbara and three others, and Zach lifted me up onto the high stage and I joined James. He lifted his guitar from his shoulders and we walked offstage together. Gio handed him a towel as we headed towards his dressing room. I hadn’t said a word to him yet, there was just a happy smile on his face and a feeling that he felt safe and loved. He closed his dressing room door behind us, flicking the lock shut.

‘I’m so glad you’re here Hannah!’ he breathed. He hugged me tightly and drew me into a long warm kiss. I held his happy face in my hands, letting his mouth pursue me. I openly accepted him back. I paused on his warm blue eyes that were soft and set in his kind, aging face. His pale skin framed gentle lines around his eyes, and the bright, patent blue sapphires searched mine for a connection. He found it, it had always been there. I absolutely could not resist him and I doubted I ever could. To say he was my favourite client was an understatement. He was the only man I had ever been completely relaxed with and completely trusted. I loved and trusted my husband, but somehow, my feelings with James went deeper. We both just had a way of knowing what each other needed.

‘I’m just gonna shower before the meet and greet’ he explained breathlessly. His face was wet from the sound-check, and his shirt was damp with sweat. His dirty musk was pungent, but even still, I didn’t mind being close to him.

‘Can I come?’ I teased with a laugh. My fingertips tickled his cock through his jeans.

‘Ohh, yes please!’ he groaned happily. He already had a hard curve growing in his jeans. He smuggled me next door into the shower. I was thankful it was a single shower and we had privacy to be intimate. Under the steady stream of hot water, I tugged his hard penis in my hand and he shuddered happily, coming all over my stomach in messy bursts. His mouth panted hard for me and he whimpered deliciously at his own rush.

‘Oh Hannah, you’re magnificent….’ He groaned. We redressed and he watched me return my g-string up my thighs with interest.

‘You should come and sit behind my gear cases under the stage during the show, then I’ll see you between songs’ he kissed. I nodded, it sounded fun.

I could still see the band on stage from the backstage monitors. I peeked out between the curtains to see James egging on the crowd. He was a beast on stage, nothing could stop him. I hoped that he might have the same control over his private life one day. I was momentarily sad as I watched him. I had almost forgotten the reality of his situation after our shower together. After Fade to Black, James came offstage for 5 minutes while Kirk played a solo. He changed his shirt, wiped his face with a towel, sculled a bottle of cold water and pulled the black curtain below the stage, tugging me in with him. Zach left the guitar pit as soon as James secluded me there. He struggled with my jeans in the dark, the music and the roar of the crowd was loud, and underneath the stage, everything vibrated from the sound. There was no time to remove his jeans: he unzipped himself and entered me hard and franticly with his black jeans rubbing against my thighs. He had me up hard against a travel case and he begged me not to scream.

‘Shhh, darling!’ he laughed, knowing I couldn’t resist. He fucked me frantically, like it had been a while since he had enjoyed the company of a woman, at least, prior to yesterday when he had seen me. Kirk’s solo finished and the crowd roared. Zach called for James through the pulled curtain that separated us from the road crew.

‘James! You’re up!’ He withdrew from my body sadly. ‘Hannah, I’ll be back’ he kissed me warmly and took his waiting guitar from Zach. He spent me a loving glance before he returned to the stage, and just after he was gone, Zach shot a dark glance at my guilty face.

After Seek and Destroy, he was back. This time we finished our play uninterrupted: and he fucked me until his hips shuddered me hard into the metal case. I made a girlish squeal at his success.

‘Oh baby!’ he breathed. His shaking hands still held my bare waist. He re-zipped himself and he waited until I had done the same. His hands were warm and kind, his fingertips rough and uneven on my smooth skin. His absent wedding ring was the perfect time to initiate the conversation that we both knew we had to have. I lifted his bare left hand with mine.

‘What happened?’ I asked gently. His face fell into a sad nod, he knew I would have found out eventually.

‘Come and see me tomorrow morning and I’ll tell you everything’ James explained with a sigh.
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HELL YEAH! :drool :horns: :horns2
These two are so hot together! :drool

Hope Zach can keep his mouth shut :ugh:
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HELL YEAH! :drool :horns: :horns2
These two are so hot together! :drool

Hope Zach can keep his mouth shut :ugh:
Glad you think so! :heart:

Yeah, we'll have to see! :blink:
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Although I was going to see him to talk and hear the serious story of the past year of his life, I knew the conversation would eventually turn into the heady sex that he so desperately needed. I rewarded him in advance by choosing the lacy red g-string I’d bought recently. It was fresh out of a shopping bag from Harrods: not even Ray had seen it yet. I went bra-less in a tight pink singlet top and a loose black jacket. It was a cold morning so I wore my black jeans and black knee length leather boots over them. I slung a silver scarf around my shoulders and left the house. Ray was at work, so I dropped my son at daycare as I did on the days I had to work.

I returned to the Dorchester Hotel in Mayfair, this time Paul the concierge expected me, and I passed through the lobby like a pro. Upstairs, I used the same trick of attempting to turn the locked door handle, and James opened the door again with a quick reaction. He greeted me with a warm hand that smoothed around my waist, and his mouth and dry lips kissed me a polite good morning.

‘Hello my love’ he breathed. I tugged at my scarf, it was hot in the suite to compensate for the cold air outside. When I pulled it free, James spied the tight rosebuds on my chest that were erect from the cold.

‘Jesus Christ!’ he breathed quietly to himself. He took my jacket kindly and his eyes surveyed my singlet and bare shoulders and arms.

He took my hand and led me to the lounge where we had had lunch the day before last. We settled on the opposite couch from where we had sat, attempting to clear a space for the more serious conversation that was to be had. He curled his legs up on the seat next to me a little defensively, preparing to tell me his story. I sat opposite him, facing him on the couch, our feet meeting in the middle. He offered me a coffee and I cupped it warmly in my hands. His eyes were still interested in my chest, they couldn’t stop their inquisitive dance south as we spoke. I prompted him to begin the hard part of his explanation.

‘So what happened with Francesca? I though you guys were okay, you were still together the Christmas before weren’t you?’ I asked. James nodded.

‘Yes, we were’ he admitted sadly. ‘It was just after Christmas she left me. January, actually’ he explained. He cleared his throat before he continued.

‘We had a big fight one morning, I don’t even remember what it was about. She said that she needed a break and wanted to go to her parent’s place in Denver, Colorado for a while. I said alright, that I’d stay here with the kids. We agreed, and when I got home that night she had taken the kids and gone. I was pretty surprised’. James gulped, the story was beginning to be emotional for him to recall. I leant forward and touched his knee reassuringly and he continued.

‘So I went upstairs to our room and saw that all her clothes were gone. Everything of hers, totally cleaned out. The kids rooms were a big mess, and were totally cleaned out too. I sat on the floor in Castor’s room and cried. I called her and begged her to come back, offered to go and meet them in Denver, but she said no, that she needed space. I had no idea this was what she meant, I thought she wanted a holiday for a week!’

I realised my mouth was gaping open at James, and I shook my head in apology.

‘Sorry, I…that’s terrible!’ I sympathised with him.

‘Anyway, we finally talked about it on the phone later that week. She said she was sick of me and our lifestyle, tired of the band, tired of travelling, tired of everything. We hadn’t had sex again for a long time, nearly another year. We fought a lot about everything. I just thought she was tired. The kids are all teenagers now.’ I nodded, I could only imagine how much work the three of them would be.

‘She used to ask me about you all the time, whether I was still seeing you’ he admitted sheepishly. ‘She never believed me when I said I wasn’t. I suppose I’d lied to her about it so many times before’. He paused and looked sadly out the window.

‘I guess our flame for each other just burnt out. I don’t know if there’s anything left to salvage’ he shrugged his shoulders, turning his face away from me. I knew he had begun to cry softly and didn’t want me to see. In an awkward silence I leant forward, joining him in his lap. I didn’t want him to cry alone, I was sure he had done enough of that so far.

‘James, I’m so so sorry’ I said helplessly. There was nothing more I could say or do. I knew there was much more of his story to come from what Lars had told me. He inhaled deeply before he continued.

‘So she left her mom’s place at the end of that week and took the kids to Argentina. They’re in Buenos Aires now’ James explained. ‘They’re at a nice private school, they learn in English and Spanish, Marcella is top of her class! Cali is struggling, she misses her friends here, and Castor isn’t doing a thing at school, he’s lost, totally lost without his Dad. It’s all my fault’ James emphasised.

‘So you still get to see them?’ I asked nodding hopefully.

‘Yes, I fly there often. It’s a long way!’ he exclaimed, but I do it for them. ‘I wanted Castor to stay with me for the school holidays, but she wouldn’t let him come home to see me. So I went to see him, and when I got there, to my house, she had another man there with them! She’d never told me there was anyone else! ‘ I remembered this fact, Kirk didn’t seem so sure that there had been another man in the picture.

‘I don’t know if she’s seeing him seriously or not, I just don’t know what’s going on down there’ he admitted sadly.

‘So has she filed for divorce?’ I asked carefully. James seemed to still be in limbo, a year after the break up. He slapped his hands helplessly against his legs.

‘That’s just it! She won’t do anything! She won’t communicate with me, she won’t say if she’ll file or if she even wants to try again. I have no idea. It’s not letting me move on!’. I moved into his lap, and my hand smoothed his chest where I knew his heart ached. I kissed him warmly to reassure him, but still, some sad tears fell to his hands.

‘Hannah, I’m so glad you’re here!’ he sobbed. I nodded, I was pleased I was too.

‘So what have you been doing at home this past year?’ I asked him. ‘Have you been dating?’ He puffed a silly sigh at me.

‘I can’t just date, Hannah. Most people aren’t as private and as understanding as you. It’d be everywhere, all through the papers. I don’t want my kids to see that, to have to read that stuff about their dad. I don’t want them to think I don’t love their mom anymore!’

‘I don’t know if I love her anymore!’ his voice made an unexpected sound and he squeaked ashamedly. He was a harsh admission but an awful truth to hear.

‘Do you just want closure to let this go?’ I asked him. ‘You still love your kids whether you’re together or not’ I reassured him.

‘I need closure, I need to see my son, and the girls’ he added. ‘I need to tell her what this has done to me. I want her to tell me to my face that she wants to end this, then I can move on’ he admitted. I nodded, I could only imagine.

‘I knew our marriage was going this way for a long time, maybe for the last six years or so, but it was still a shock’ he admitted. The tears from his blue eyes had puffed his face pink. My hands slid from his chest to his palms and he squeezed my hands tightly in his.

‘I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you earlier’ he admitted. ‘Does Ray know too?’ he asked. I nodded.

‘Yes, Lars told us both’. He understood.

‘Ray is working today, he can’t come to the show tonight either’ I explained.

‘Alright’ James understood. ‘In that case, will you stay with me here until we leave for the show? You can sit under the stage again?’ he asked hopefully. I broke a smile at his innocent way of asking me for sex.

‘I’d love to!’ I grinned, warming his mouth softly. His hands took my body onto his and we lay down on the couch together, his body wriggled under mine readying for sex. I straddled him and his hands reached to my chest.

‘You’ve been driving me crazy since the second you walked in here, you know that?’ he grinned. ‘This top is so tight on you, and your tits are so beautiful and pert, and Jesus, no bra Hannah?’ he swooned. I laughed, leaning forward over him to kiss him teasingly. His hands made an effort to lift my singlet over my head. I helped him free my hair and he dropped my pink top to the floor. His eyes smiled warmly at the sight of my breasts for him. He paused to take note of my figure for a moment, I loved that I was still a delight to him.

‘You’re breastfeeding still?’ he asked kindly. I nodded, I knew his eyes had noticed my fuller size. His hand cupped my right breast gently as his hand smoothed down my waist, and settled on my hips.

‘You’re so beautiful’ he whispered admiring me sitting in his lap. His fingers reached for the done on my jeans and he unzipped me slowly while his eyes asked for my permission. The open flap of denim showed off my red g-string and he smiled at the sight. His fingers teased the little of the fabric he could see for a second. My heart jumped into a flutter as he did. He sat up eagerly, wanting me to take my turn with his belt and loosen him from his jeans. The couch was no longer the place for this, he hooked my arms around his neck and I linked my legs around his middle. He stood, holding my body while he kissed me gratefully, walking me backwards into the bedroom. He lay me down gently on my back, his eyes never letting go of mine. He undid his own heavy belt in front of me with a concerted gaze and dropped his jeans to the floor.

His briefs were a tight grey lycra and I saw his erection through them easily. He joined me in bed, sliding my open jeans down my legs, admiring me in just my g-string. He paused for a moment, his eyes settled on my cunt before his hands lifted my hips, sliding them slowly down my long pale legs. He let them fall carefully to the floor before crawling over me, his smile growing more and more as his face met mine for a horny kiss. My hands smoothed his back feeling the outlines of his tattoos. I wanted to tease him through his briefs, I wriggled my hips against him. He responded eagerly by dry fucking me. His desperate pounding this early on in the game was fun. I giggled at his game, pleased he had caught on. I lowered my hand to tease him, smoothing my palm against his cock through the fabric.

‘I’m so fucking hard for you’ he moaned. His mouth kissed at my throat, he was desperate for me to let him, to give him permission to fuck me. I slid his briefs down his thighs and he breathed appreciatively. His feet flicked them off the rest of the way and his body pinned me underneath him again.

‘Hannah?’ he asked before he entered me. His mouth was poised at my ear.

‘You’re okay with this?’ he checked. His conscience had suddenly kicked in.

‘Yes!’ I breathed helplessly. James was naked above me, and an inch from penetrating me lovingly. His eyes drilled into my soul. Ray was nowhere on my mind at this moment, it was James and him only that I desired. He took my word plainly and entered me once more without regret. I knew James felt that he had a right to me, that I was his girl first. And, in an odd way, I felt the same.
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I sat on a tall rectangular tour case behind the large plasma screen—unseen by the audience, looking out into the crowd from behind Lars’ drumkit. A mesh wall separated me from the stage. Beside me, were road crew who came and left, watching the show for a song or two, occasionally checking a stage lighting change. At the beginning of Fuel, the pyro exploded into a fiercely impressive fireball. From here, I felt the full wave of heat. James’ security stood behind me watching a song in turn, patrolling the area between the stage and the rail.

‘You know, it’s nice someone’s here for James’ an unfamiliar voice said. I turned to smile at the man I knew was Chopper’s replacement.

‘Hi, I’m Pete’ he offered kindly, I shook his hand gently although his grip was strong.

‘So you live with James back home?’ I clarified. Chopper and Ray both once lived there on site.

‘Yes, Big Mick does too’ he explained. I guessed he was the second of James’ new security guards.

‘I’m Hannah’ I replied warmly… ‘I’m an old friend’ I clarified. I knew there were enough rumours about me going around the Metallica camp to keep gossip columns filled for weeks. Even if he didn’t know just yet, he would surely hear the others talking in amazement at how I had married Ray—and that somehow, he had left James’ employment without detection and without James invoking revenge on his former assistant for stealing his girl.

Either way, Pete was about to get an eyeful. I doubt he knew what his predecessor used to do to facilitate my affair with James. Ray and Chopper had to set up the scene, a safe, quiet and undiscoverable place for James and I to meet. Now that Ray was gone, this was all down to his security. On cue, James ducked behind the curtain between songs. He had less than a minute to spend with me. In James’ curtained divide, and in full view of Pete, I dropped to my knees, unzipping James and taking his cock in my mouth, sucking him eagerly between changeovers. James leaned forward with pleasure, his hands resting on the travel case I had been sitting on. I allowed him to buck his hips inside my mouth to make him come as he wanted. He withdrew his length and I flicked the head of his cock with my tongue knowing he would spasm in seconds. He came as expected, right on cue. He returned himself to his jeans, and Zach’s arm offered James his wooden explorer behind the black curtain. He slung it over his shoulder in thanks.

‘Hannah, you’re amazing’ he thanked me and I watched him step through the mesh curtain and back onto the stage to an emphatic roar. Pete’s face had drained of colour.

‘I’d say you’re pretty good friends with James…’ he mumbled. I turned to him with a sly grin as though I had just taught him a lesson.

‘We go back’ I smiled toughly.

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Back at the Dorchester that evening after the show, James didn’t want me to go.

‘Please stay? Darling?’ he nuzzled at my throat hopefully. I lay naked in his bed after another hour of frantic post-show sex. I had ruffled his blonde hair by grabbing handfuls as his mouth dipped between my thighs.

‘Ray is expecting me home…’ I mumbled. If I was honest, I didn’t want an excuse to leave. James grabbed my phone from beside the bed, flicking it open to dial Ray. James watched my worried face as he spoke.

‘Ray! Hannah is exhausted so she’s crashing at the hotel tonight, she’ll see you in the morning’ James lied. I heard my trusting husband believe him.

‘I’ll stick her in a cab first thing, I think she might’ve drunk too much’ James continued.

‘Yes, home to you safe and sound by 8am’ James promised. He flicked my phone shut.

‘Problem solved!’ he winked, and his mouth dived back to treating the pool of my stomach with his teasing tongue.
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I'm so glad that you're writing another sequel! I loved the first two and I already love this one too! Can't wait for more! :nanner:
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I'm so glad that you're writing another sequel! I loved the first two and I already love this one too! Can't wait for more! :nanner:
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Jesus Christ, Mother of God and All Saint!!!
Woman you have talent!! :heart:
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Thank you! xx :D
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