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| A London Extra; A Hannah/James Sequel to A French Connection | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: January 9, 2012, 12:42 am (25,145 Views) | |
| Auluna Raie | January 16, 2012, 8:08 pm Post #91 |
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Shark-Tastic!
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*salutes* Yes ma'am! Alright girls, get yer helmets on! It's gonna be a live one! And if it all goes south, remember the exercise from yesterday: Put yer head between your knees...ah hell, you know the rest! *starts to dig bunker* |
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| Deleted User | January 16, 2012, 9:48 pm Post #92 |
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At the hotel in Paris that evening, I had planned another romantic evening for James and I after the show. We were heading back to the hotel from the show in James’ SUV. He hadn’t yet showered, and his face was puffed red from sweat and the long 2 hour show. He was shirtless, still with a black towel hung around his neck. His tight black jeans were nearly completely soaked through with sweat. He rubbed his face with the towel as he cooled down. I had sat backstage with my son this time watching the show from the monitors in the dressing room—the music was too loud for a baby, even with earmuffs. So sadly, this time, I had not been able to please James between songs. Instead, I was going to make it up to him tonight. His hand stroked my thigh gently. ‘I can’t wait to fly home with you tomorrow after the second show’ he said softly with a warm salty kiss. I agreed, it was one thing to be a couple on the road, but to go home with him, to share his house and his bed with him as his partner would be utterly surreal. We were driven underground into the hotel car park where we entered directly by the service lift. It was a great way to avoid the paparazzi. Upstairs in our hotel suite, he jumped straight into the shower. I changed too, into new white lingere I hoped he would adore. My son grizzled loudly in his makeshift hotel cot. He burst into a cry as I settled in bed waiting for James, and I got patiently out of bed to soothe him. His face was warmer than usual, and bright red from crying---he had been grizzly during the show that night, but now he screamed louder than before. I lifted him from his bed holding him to my chest, attempting to calm him with a quiet ‘Shhhhh’. It helped somewhat for a moment, but his loud crying soon returned. James emerged from the shower with a thick white towel wrapped around his waist. His face showed concern at baby Anthony’s cries. ‘Is he okay?’ he asked. He joined me holding my son, and he turned the back of his hand to check the infant’s forehead. ‘Hmmm, he’s a bit warm’ he observed. I agreed, he had spiked a fever since we had returned to the hotel. ‘Did he feed okay tonight? Is his tummy sore?’ James asked. I shook my head, he had refused to feed that evening backstage. ‘No, I think he’s got colic again’ I observed. He had been a troublesome newborn. James nodded, he agreed. ‘He’s never going to sleep!’ I moaned. I had looking so forward to spending another hot night with James. His eyes admired my white lacy bra and panties, and the suspenders around my thighs that I had changed into for him. I had wanted him to find me waiting for him in bed. Instead, I held my sick son to my chest as he cried loudly. His screams were loud and painful to both our ears. James sat calmly on the end of the bed, observing me bounce my baby gently, walking in circles to soothe him to sleep. But nothing was working, it was already 2am, and it was clear we would not be having sex tonight. ‘I’m sorry’ I apologised to James as I tried to calm my son. ‘It’s alright, he’s a baby—this is just what happens’ James accepted it with experience. ‘You should get some sleep James’, I offered, ‘You have a show to do tomorrow. I’ll stay up with him’ I said. James shook his head. ‘No, I’ll stay up and help you’ James said in concern. It was no use telling him again, James stood with us as I swayed my son back and forth in my arms. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders, I was getting cold in only my lingerie. ‘I love these, by the way’ James smirked. His fingers pinged the elastic on my suspenders. I held my son with my left arm, he was beginning to settle as James held us both. ‘I thought you might!’ I kissed. His warm hand brushed my stomach as he tasted my mouth again. His fingers played with a small white ribbon bow at the top of my panties. He tested my smooth skin, sliding beneath the fabric to rub me wet. Our mouths tasted each other softly, hoping we might get a few moments together after all if the baby would just fall asleep in my arms. I took the chance, lying the baby back in his bed, he hardly noticed the change from my arms to the blankets and I smiled happily as James tugged me desperately to bed. He sat on the side of the bed, and his hands took hold of my thighs as I knelt over him. He unhooked the clasp that held the lacy ring of my suspender, smoothing it down my leg with his hands, pausing to kiss my thigh where the strings of elastic fell from my garter belt. I wriggled happily, his mouth was tantalisingly close to my panties. I ran his clean wet hair through my fingers and he moaned at the taste of my thighs. He dived into my panties, his mouth tasting the fabric eagerly, knowing what he wanted. I moaned as quietly as I could, my baby was already restless and unlikely to settle as it was. James broke from treating me—he knew he had little time, it was now after 3am, and we both knew it wouldn’t be long for the baby to wake once more. He pulled aside the blankets and dived under with me, sliding my panties down my legs, he left my bra as it was, so he could adore my curves. ‘You’re so fucking beautiful’ he purred into my ear. His hips were grinding against my middle, eager to enter me. I slid my hands under his arms, cradling his back with my hands. ‘Oh James, fuck me!’ I breathed. He was already teasing me with the smooth head of his penis. He entered me gently with a low moan, that he kept to himself as much as he could. The baby was rousing again, and his cries were loud and strong once more. James continued, hoping the sound might stop and that we might get a few intimate moments together tonight. I couldn’t concentrate on my lover while my baby cried for me. I knew I should try feeding him again, he might sleep if I could just feed him successfully. James saw the stress on my face and left my body, rolling to my side, realising sex was off the cards tonight. I left the bed once more, pulling on my panties, and collecting my screaming son from his bed. ‘Shhhh, hey! Hey, it’s alright….’ I wished for him to sleep again. James watched from the bed lying on his side, his head propped up with his hand. He yawned openly. ‘James, get some sleep, honestly. You have press in the morning and a gig tomorrow night!’ I reminded him. I settled into bed next to him holding baby Anthony. ‘James please can you undo my bra, I need to feed him’ My sexy bra for James was not a maternity bra. He nodded, undressing me was his favourite pastime. He watched in awe as I breastfed my baby, James’ hand stroked my full round breast as my baby suckled happily. ‘You’re such a great mom!’ he whispered. ‘I remember I asked you once….’ I nodded, I remembered. ‘You weren’t so sure if you wanted a baby, but you’re such a natural’ he complimented me. He had done all this before, his kids were teenagers now. The baby had stopped feeding and falling into a happy sleep. I grinned in success. ‘I’m going to put him back to bed!’ I whispered and James nodded happily. I lay him down in his cot, and re-joined James. He flicked out the light above the bed, and I slept curled happily into his body. I was so tired I was only vaguely aware of my baby’s cry in the night. At 6am when I woke, the space in bed beside me was vacant, and James was sitting tired in an armchair at the end of the bed, feeding my son from a bottle. ‘Hi!’ he breathed seeing I was awake. I rubbed my eyes, it had barely been three hours since we had gone to sleep ourselves. ‘When did he wake up?’ I asked. ‘About an hour ago’ James said. He had it all under control now, the baby was feeding well. ‘James, you only got two hours sleep?’ I moaned at him. ‘It’s alright’ he said. ‘I kinda like being around a baby again’ he said. His eyes paused lovingly on my son’s face. ‘Go back to sleep, I have this all under control’ he suggested to me kindly. I smiled peacefully watching him feed my son. I had never imagined for a minute that James might teach me to be a better parent. Already, we were making a great couple. |
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| Nah Bruno | January 16, 2012, 10:05 pm Post #93 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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James continued, hoping the sound might stop and that we might get a few intimate moments together tonight. I couldn't concentrate on my lover while my baby cried for me. Babies : not always a bed of roses James looks so sweet in your last chapters. He's a great dad and he can teach Hannah a thing or two from his experience And the vision of shirtless James feeding a baby just makes my ovaries explode
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| Deleted User | January 16, 2012, 10:06 pm Post #94 |
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That much is true!!!! But James is very patient and loving, and he's a great father, as we know! And yes! Total ovary explosion!
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| CarpeDiemBaby | January 16, 2012, 10:42 pm Post #95 |
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// Sunglasses indoors.
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James is so cute here!! I wanna see what's gonna happen when they´ll start to live together
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| Deleted User | January 16, 2012, 10:53 pm Post #96 |
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We will very soon!
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| Deleted User | January 16, 2012, 11:29 pm Post #97 |
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It was official, Marcella Hetfield was the smartest student in school. Before the winter holiday In June, she brought home a stunning mid-year report card that Francesca had displayed proudly on the fridge. Not only had she topped all her classes, but she had taken three more than her siblings. She had come first in all but one of her nine subjects. Español 91 % 9th= Literatura 98% 1st Biología 97% 1st Química 96% 1st Física 98% 1st Historia del Arte 94% 1st Música 97% 1st Matemáticas 96% 1st Geografia 98% 1st They celebrated that evening with a feast at dinner. For this special occasion, Francesca had prepared the kids whatever junk they wanted. Castor tucked into an American hotdog slathered in mustard and onions with curly fries, Cali ate her favourite cheese tacos, and Marcella ate an empanada proudly with a knife and fork. Ray and Francesca ate the salad she had prepared for them both. Francesca was proud of all her children, but Marcella had far exceeded her expectations. She supposed it was her daughter’s way of coping with the big change to their family. She had thrown herself into her studies for distraction, Cali had done the same with her boyfriend, and Castor had completely switched off at school and these days, did nothing but play football in the school gymnasium. He was extremely talented at it, but the gym instructor had told her that it wasn’t enough—his academics had to improve if he wanted a sports scholarship to an American University. Francesca eyed her son with a worried thought, she knew he wanted to return to the US, and she knew he wasn’t happy here at all. Marcella caught her mother’s train of thought. ‘Oye mamá, Castor no fue para la clase de español! ‘ Marcella teased. Francesca knew her son did not attend his Spanish classes, his language at not improved at all in over a year. ‘Castor, do you enjoy other classes at school? Other than gym?’ she asked. He sighed into his food—she was back to hassling him about school. He fucking hated it. ‘I like music’ he said. ‘But the teacher won’t let me play drums, I have to play clarinet. Clarinet fucking sucks’ he sulked. ‘Castor!’ Ray warned him for his bad language and Cali grinned. ‘Dad would go mental at your music teacher’ she said. The kids grinned at each other at the mention of their father. Marcella’s face turned quiet. She flicked the last of her empanada aside with a sad face. ‘Mom, I’m going to go upstairs—I’m tired’ she said sadly. ‘Thanks for dinner’, she added kindly. Ray turned to gauge Fran’s face with a worried look. ‘What was that about?’ he asked her quietly. ‘I don’t know—I think she just misses James’ Francesca suspected. ‘He hasn’t come to visit for a few months because he’s been back on tour with the band’ she explained. ‘Maybe I should go and talk to her?’ Ray offered. Francesca shook her head. ‘No, just leave her. She just goes upstairs and draws for hours, she likes to just be left alone’ she explained. Ray accepted Francesca’s reasoning with a short nod. Upstairs, Marcella turned on her computer in her room and sat at her desk surrounded by her books. She had printed pictures of her father with them on holiday and from back home in California and plastered her walls with them. She missed him more than she could explain. All she could do was listen to her favourite music and sketch in her notebook until she ran out of ideas. But today, her google alerts would be coming in—and she had her father’s named pinged on Google. Anything about him, anything at all--would appear in her inbox. It was how she remained connected with him these days. There were usually between twenty and forty new stories about her dad each week. But today, while the band were on tour, there were over two hundred. She opened the email anxiously checking the links, scanning the headlines—most of it was obvious news. 1. Metallica sell out three nights at the O2 in London. She already knew that, she ignored the repeat links to the London shows. 2. Two nights in Paris: Metallica on returning to Europe after Death Magnetic, Interview with Lars Ulrich. She never read the interviews with Lars. 3. James Hetfield at Heathrow with his new baby son and girlfriend. She froze, clicking on the link frantically. She triple and quadruple clicked. The story took her to The Sun, a UK tabloid. There were three paparazzi photos of her father walking hand in hand with a vaguely familiar blonde woman she thought she had seen once before. He carried a small baby boy in his arms, young enough to have been conceived in this past year while their family had been broken apart. Tears fell from her eyes immediately and she sobbed outloud, her hand covering her mouth in surprise. ‘Daddy!’ she cried. ‘How could you?!’ She couldn’t imagine that her own father would have another child with another woman. She couldn’t believe it—So this was why he wasn’t calling, and why he wasn’t having them back in California to stay! Her mind leaped to conclusions, she knew Castor had wanted to go home last school holidays but he had not gone. Had her father stopped his son’s visit because he had a new partner and a baby on the way? She couldn’t think, she could only cry helplessly into her hands. The second and third photos were even worse. In the second, James kissed the mystery blonde warmly and held their baby in his arms, and in the third, he held her hand while the two of them celebrated their child. The article was even worse. Metallica frontman James Hetfield has moved on from his divorce to wife Francesca of 15 years. Seen here at Heathrow airport, June 2nd with his new partner and son. -- REUTERS. She took a long sad look at the three photos, rotating them for several minutes more. She was his special girl, and it was as though she had been replaced. 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| Voxx | January 16, 2012, 11:44 pm Post #98 |
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Some Kind Of Monster
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Oh my god! That last chapter was so beautifully written, as per usual! But poor Marcella. My heart goes out to her; to find something like that out about your dad on the internet. The pictures must have just broken her little heart. Shame on James for not realizing that his children are old enough to use computers and be on the internet, and for making a show of Hannah and her son at the airport (despite the fact that I do love them together!! ). I hope James will be able to make it up to Marcella (and his other children if/when they find out). But children can be fickle and don't forgive easily sometimes.
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| Deleted User | January 16, 2012, 11:51 pm Post #99 |
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Yes, and the story she's read about James isn't even true! DAMN PAPARAZZI! But I have chosen to give her this peice of information (as the cruel author I am!), because I know she's smart enough to figure it out. |
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| Nah Bruno | January 16, 2012, 11:54 pm Post #100 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Poor Marcella! She should show the pictures to Ray, just saying And yes, James should be aware of that, plus Hannah should never allowed it, for Ray's sake.
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| Deleted User | January 16, 2012, 11:57 pm Post #101 |
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Marcella won't show the pictures to Ray because that would be too easy! She will show them to her mom, and Francesca will go batshit crazy at James. Far more exciting! Hannah is pissed at Ray, and she's not thinking about going back to London at all right now. James wasn't thinking. Ment can't think where there is a hot blonde in their bed!
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| Nah Bruno | January 17, 2012, 12:02 am Post #102 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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They do think! Only that they don't think with the brain
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| Deleted User | January 17, 2012, 12:02 am Post #103 |
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Yah!
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| Auluna Raie | January 17, 2012, 12:17 am Post #104 |
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Shark-Tastic!
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Like the old saying goes: God gave man a penis and a brain, and only enough blood to run one at a time... |
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| Deleted User | January 17, 2012, 12:22 am Post #105 |
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EXACTLY!
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