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To Live is to Die
Topic Started: March 5, 2008, 12:49 am (59,950 Views)
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Yeah..they talked... :)

Sometimes i forget this story takes place after rehab, i always read it as being now, but it makes sense since it wasn't long before he left rehab and all these bad happenings in their lives might have shaken him. So he does have a point.

But enough of space now... :lol:
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Finaly,they started to be as in the old times! :D :horns2
They were so close to go in bed... maybe after the show :wink
Very good chapter as always! :horns: :horns:
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Thanks chickies. I'm off to work in a sec... have a great day. :)

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The final concert in Germany was insane. The crowd was louder than the previous ones combined, and I was happy that I’d been given earplugs to wear. When I climbed down from the lights after the guys had done their final encore, I could feel the crowd’s chant reverberating through my ribs.

Lars was practically bouncing off the walls in the dressing room when I got there, he was so jazzed from the show. He shot me a grin, and looked past me. “Hetfield,” he called.

James came out from the showers, toweling off his hair. “Hey,” he smiled at me, coming over to kiss my cheek. “You smell good,” he murmured, sending shivers up my spine when he buried his face in my neck, his stubble tickling my skin.

Feeling a wave of love and warmth spread through me at his touch, I smiled, kissing his cheek. “You too. Mike mentioned earlier that you had a surprise for me. Wanna fill me in?”

“Oh yeah. I invited a couple more people to come out with us tonight. That okay with you?” He wrapped the towel around his neck, still shirtless, and I fought to look at his face and not his bare chest.

“Sure. The more the merrier.”

“Great,” he nodded, slinging an arm around my shoulder. “You can come out now,” he hollered.

Pepper and Trish stepped into the dressing room, and I squealed with delight, jumping on both of them.

“Hi, baby,” Pepper laughed, wrapping me in a tight hug.

“Quit hogging her,” Trish teased, and wrestled me away for a hug of her own. “Hi Charles.”

“Hi!” I couldn’t seem to keep the squeal out of my voice, I was so thrilled to see them. “What are you guys doing here?”

Trish shot a look at James, smiling. “Big Daddy Het called yesterday inviting us along to the next few shows. You know I can’t resist Europe in the spring. We’re stickin’ around until the Dublin shows and then Pep’s taking me to Paris. Something about a second honeymoon.”

I wrapped my arms around her neck, looking over her shoulder at Pepper. “Didn’t you just have one of those after Christmas?”

“Yeah, but that was only a few days in St. Barts,” Pep argued.

Trish sighed, leaning back against me, studying Pepper. “I think he just secretly wants to do it in every country.”

A huge grin spread across Pepper’s face. “She might be onto somethin’ there,” he chuckled.

Turning to face me, Trish held up her handbag. “This is all that made it to Berlin with me. My luggage is somewhere in New York, apparently, and we came straight here from the airport. Can I borrow something of yours to wear out? James said we had time to hit the hotel first.”

“Sure, no worries. We can meet you guys at the club, if you like,” I suggested, and James nodded.

Trish and I booked it back to the hotel, taking Pepper’s luggage with us. James had reserved a suite for them, and we ditched Pep’s bags before heading up to my room. Trish promptly climbed onto the bed and sat cross-legged, looking every inch the seasoned traveler in her dark jeans and black cashmere sweater. “So? Details, chica. I haven’t seen you in weeks, and you suck at keeping me up to date via phone calls.”

I briefed her as quickly as I could, getting her up to speed on everything with James and the tour, and her face fell when I told her about the previous night’s bonding session in the hallway.

“Poor baby,” she said softly. “Sounds like he’s been having a rough time. Good thing you’re here to make it all better,” she smiled slyly.

I rolled my eyes, pushing my half-packed suitcase at her. “Here. Get dressed.” I changed into a black dress and heels, laughing when Trish wolf-whistled at me. “C’mon. I just got to kiss my boyfriend for the first time in about a month. I need all the help I can get.”

She shook her head, grinning. “Whatever. I saw the way he was looking at you when we left. Like he wanted to have you for dessert later.”

I let my mind wander along that thread for a moment, thinking how fun it would be to be James’ dessert…until Trish tossed a pillow at me. “What?”

“Mind outta the gutter, sweetie. We should get a move on.”

I dabbed on some lip gloss and grabbed my key card off the table before following her out the door.

We met up with the guys at a club that Kirk had been to a couple of times since we’d arrived in Germany. It wasn’t overly crowded, and the boys were huddled in a booth in the back, security scattered around the tables near them. Their European fans always seemed pretty cool about giving them space and not approaching them when they weren’t in Metalli-mode, but the ever-present bouncer sized men were never far away.

“Nice dress,” James raised an eyebrow, sipping from a bottle of still water.

“Thanks,” I smiled, leaning over his lap to kiss Lars hello.

James shifted in his seat and shot me a look. “Jesus,” he muttered when I dropped back into my seat. “You wore that on purpose,” he accused, glancing down at my dress again.

“Never,” I lied, and took a sip of his water. Dropping my head on his shoulder, I said in a voice so low only he would hear me. “But if you don’t like it, I could always take it off.”

“Charlie…” he groaned, giving me a warning look.

I put a hand on his shoulder and kissed his cheek. “You know I’m only kidding. And you’d tell me if I was actually making you uncomfortable, wouldn’t you?”

He nodded, brushing his lips over mine. “You are making me uncomfortable,” he said. “But only because now my jeans feel too tight in certain places.”

I bit my lip to keep from laughing and gestured for Trish and Lani to come dance. We left our bags at the table, giggling and yelling to each other to be heard over the music. Kirk joined us after two songs, followed shortly by Pepper, and in a surprising turn of events, James.

He lifted my arms up to wrap them around his neck, and held on to my waist, pulling me against him. Dropping his forehead to mine, he swayed with me in time to the music, his hands occasionally sliding down to my butt, making me laugh. Then he gently bit my earlobe, and I wasn’t laughing anymore.
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I lifted my face to his, and raked my fingers through his hair, pressing my mouth against his, touching my tongue to his own, and reveling in the feel of finally being able to do this. His hands dug into my waist, holding me in place while he pushed his body against mine, and I could feel his hard length against my stomach. His eyes were dark when he pulled away, and he glanced over his shoulder before looking back at me. Holding my hand tightly in his own, he led me across the dance floor, moving so quickly that I was almost jogging to keep up.

He shoved open the door to the men’s room so that it hit the wall with a bang, and hauled me into one of the stalls, locking it behind us. I yelped in surprise when he reached under my dress and literally tore off the flimsy lace thong I’d been wearing. “Sorry,” he said with a wolfish grin, clearly not sorry at all, and bent his head to my neck, nipping and licking a path down to my shoulder. Using his teeth, he pulled down the straps of my dress, and lifted me up at the same time, pressing my bare back against the metal side of the bathroom stall.

I linked my arms around his neck, and my legs around his waist, closing my eyes when he kissed me so hard that my head bounced against the wall. He changed his grip, cupping the back of my head with one hand, and holding me up with his other arm. “Fuck,” he panted, thrusting against me, his jeans scraping against my skin.

“Take off your pants,” I ordered, raking my nails down his neck.

“How many hands do you think I have?” he laughed, and shifted me in his arms so one of his hands was free to undo his belt.

I kissed every inch of his skin that I could reach, his neck, his cheek, his lips, and pulled at the collar of his shirt so I could gain access to his chest. Becoming impatient with the few square inches that were available to me, I leaned back and tugged on the buttons, pulling his shirt apart until it came open, buttons scattering on the floor.

“What are you, like the fucking Hulk or something?” he chuckled, slipping his fingers inside of me.

I dropped my head onto his shoulder. “Sorry,” I muttered, rubbing a hand over his chest. “Jesus… James…”

“Yes, baby?”

“Pleeeeease,” I whined, riding his fingers and wanting more. Clutching his shoulders, I moved against him, desperate for release.

“Please what?”

God! What the hell was he waiting for? “Please fuck me, you jackass!” I practically yelled.

Shaking with laughter, he kissed me again, his tongue delving into my mouth. “You’re so bossy,” he grinned, rubbing his nose against mine. Withdrawing his fingers, he wrapped a hand around his cock and rubbed it against me, back and forth. “Is this what you want?”

“Mmm, please… fuck, James, now!”

Releasing his hold on me a little, he let me drop down onto him, and both of us stilled our movements for a second. Bracing a hand against the wall, he kept the other one wrapped around my waist. “Holy shit,” he breathed. “You feel amazing.” He started to move in me, slowly at first, and then a little faster. “God…Charlie…”

Too far gone to even consider a proper response, I mumbled incoherently and resumed licking and biting his neck and jaw, sucking his earlobe into my mouth.

The bathroom door banged open again and I looked at James, totally panicked.

“Shh,” he whispered against my ear. “They’ll leave in a minute.” He didn’t stop, though, and I bit his shoulder to keep from crying out. He grunted in response, and proceeded to thrust into me more violently than before, using his upper body to pin me to the wall so I was unable to move.

The bathroom door shut, and I removed my teeth from James’ shoulder, wincing when he seemed to drive himself even deeper inside of me. Panting his name over and over, I clenched around him for what seemed like an eternity, and my vision went a little fuzzy before I slumped against him, feeling him pulsing inside me.

“Holy fuck,” I mumbled against his neck.

“I agree,” he sighed, holding me close to him while he leaned back against the opposite wall.

Cleaning up the mess we’d both made, once we had our breath back, we fixed our clothes and I was pulling on one of my heels that had fallen when I’d been hoisted in the air, when I noticed the look on James’ face. He’d put the toilet lid down and was seated on it, looking kind of sad. “No. No!” I said firmly. “Don’t do that. You wanted this, I wanted this, there is absolutely nothing wrong with what just happened, so you wipe that look of regret right off your face!”

He smiled, tiredly, and pulled me onto his lap so I was straddling his legs. “I don’t regret it, baby. I promise.” He kissed the tip of my nose. “I just wanted this to be more special for you. You deserve more than a bathroom stall after everything we’ve been through.”

“I love bathroom stall sex,” I assured him. “This was amazing. I couldn’t care less where we are, James, as long as I’m with you.”

Sliding his hands under my dress, he ran his fingers over my back. “I know. But you deserve more. I had every intention of giving you a romantic evening with dinner and a thousand candles and flowers and anything else you wanted. Instead I dragged you into a public bathroom.”

“But this is way hotter than all that other stuff,” I reminded him, smiling when he laughed. “Please don’t worry about it. I love that you wanted to do this. I love that you wanted to do all that other stuff too, but it’s not important to me. Besides, think of how much fun it’s gonna be for everyone else when we finally go back to the table and have to explain where we’ve been.”

“I don’t think we’ll have to explain,” he grinned, the look of sadness completely gone from his face. Cupping his hands under my bare butt, he kissed me gently. “I fucking love you so much,” he sighed.

“Love you too. But unless you want round two, move your hands.”

A slow smile spread across his face and he slid a hand further under me, teasing me with his fingers.

“James,” I warned.

“Quiet,” he murmured, kissing me so I’d stop talking. He moved his hand around so it was between us, and slid his fingers back inside, rubbing his thumb against me in circles. The man was nothing if not coordinated. “Good, baby?”

“Mmmhmm,” I nodded, closing my eyes in bliss. “So good. Love you. Love this. Want to do this all night.”

Kissing and nipping at my mouth, he rocked his fingers inside me, stilling his hand when I cried out, and waited until I’d stopped shuddering before he gently removed his fingers. “All night, hmm?”

“Oh yeah,” I nodded, my eyes still closed.
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That was Hot... :lol: Who cares about romance, the bathroom stall was just fine... :lol:
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That was so hot!I waited for this! :drool
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*takes shaky breath* goddamn that was hot!
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Whew, just got in from work and wanted to leave a quick reply before I go beat the frig in hopes it will make my dinner for me. I love all these chapters and good fiction is like my coffee in the morning.

I really like when James said that he liked Charlie calling him her 'friend'. I think on some level you have to be friends to make a relationship work. Well, looks like the kids are getting back together, starting with bathroom sex. I would love to see James explain his missing shirt buttons to the group at the table.

"Uh....cheap manufacturing..."
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"All night, hmm?" he asked again several hours later, a hint of sarcasm in his voice, dropping me onto his bed after having carried me up from the lobby.

We'd stayed at the club until well after it closed, having sweet-talked the owner into letting us hang around. Pepper and Trish had joined Lars in going on to another venue, but James managed to convince me that getting a few hours sleep before the jet left at ten a.m. was probably a good idea.

"Allllllllll night," I mumbled face down into the pillow. "I'm ready, baby. Let's go."

The bed sank down under his weight, and I turned my face to see him sitting beside me, reaching down to slip off my heels. "I think maybe we can leave the all-nighter for another evening, maybe when you haven't been up for 22 hours straight," he said, rubbing my bare feet once he'd removed my shoes.

"'kay," I sighed, rolling over on my back. I reached for him, pulling him down beside me. "Can I stay with you tonight? Is that okay?"

He cupped my cheek, brushing his lips over my forehead. "Yeah. I want you to stay. I also want you to go to sleep," he added, frowning. "You look exhausted."

I was about to object, and ended up yawning instead. "I might be a little tired. C'mere." I wrapped an arm around his waist, slinging a leg over his, and snuggled into his chest, fully prepared to go to sleep still in my dress.

"Hold that thought," he said, laughing softly. Switching off the overhead light, he turned on the small lamp beside the bed, and undressed quickly, before slipping my dress over my head. Tucking the blankets over us, he shifted me so I was laying on his chest.

"Turn light off," I instructed, waving a hand at the lamp, too tired to speak in complete sentences.

"Nah, I think I'll keep it on for a bit," he murmured, his fingers running up and down my back lightly.

Blinking repeatedly in an effort to stay awake, I pushed myself up on my elbows. "What's wrong? I can stay up. You wanna talk?"

He shook his head, gently but forcibly moving my arms so I was horizontal again. "Sleep."

"Okay." I closed my eyes, sighing with contentment when he kissed the top of my head. "One two three."

"Love you too."

He'd set an alarm for eight a.m., but after I wrestled it away from him and threw it across the room, I managed to get another thirty minutes of sleep.

"Charlie, the plane leaves in forty-five minutes," he explained at quarter past nine, when I was still lounging in bed.

"They'll hardly leave without you," I reasoned, burrowing further under the blankets.

"No, but they might leave without you," he replied.

I opened my eyes to see him across the room, dressed and holding two suitcases. "Oh." He had a point. "Alrighty." I swung my legs over the side of the bed, lifting my dress from where he'd left it on the floor, and pulled it over my head. "I'll see you downstairs in twenty." Giving him a quick kiss, I hustled to my room and showered before tossing the rest of my things in my bags. Dressing in a pair of faded jeans and a soft grey sweater, I made it to the lobby before James.

"Whatcha doin'?" he asked a few minutes later, coming up behind me as the clerk handed me back my credit card.

"Checking out," I smiled upside down at him, kissing his chin.

He looked puzzled. "What are you paying for?"

"The...room. And the dirty movies," I grinned, signing the slip of paper I was handed.

He put a hand on the paper, laying it flat so he could read it over my shoulder. "Why are you paying for the room? Charlie, this is a lot of money."

"Well, we've been here for about a week, so..." I wasn't sure why he was so confused. Putting my bags on the trolley to go out to the van, I pulled my sunglasses down and headed out to wait with Trish and Lars outside.

"Charlie, wait." Tugging on my arm, he stopped me. "I don't understand why you're paying for yourself. You should just be covered under the group bill."

Ohhhh. "Sweetie, that's not really how I do things. I showed up unannounced and incredibly last minute. I was hardly gonna throw all my bookings on the...the... Metallicard, or whatever you guys have."

"Lars should have taken care of it," he said sternly.

"Lars very kindly arranged for my flight over here and had your tour manager add me to the hotel bookings. I didn't want anything else. I like to pay for me. You're not my sugar daddy," I winked, hoping he'd relax a little.

"Whatever. Cancel the rest of the bookings. You should be staying in with me. Paying for yourself is bullshit."

Pepper wanted over, looking bedraggled and hungover, sunglasses already on. "Where are we again?" he moaned.

"Well, since James is ordering me around and refusing to let me pay for things myself, I guess we're in the 1950s," I smiled brightly. "See you guys outside."

Pepper chuckled behind me as I walked away. "You're in trouble already? Dude."

"Hungover, buddy?" James responded. "Does it hurt when I YELL LIKE THIS?"

Rolling my eyes at the pair of them, I stepped outside and climbed into the waiting van beside Trish.

Kirk, Lani and Rob had flown out ahead of us the night before, meeting up with some surfing buddies. Lars and Steve were already on board the jet when we arrived, chatting quietly up front. I dropped into one of the cushioned leather seats, and popped in my iPod earphones, intent on zoning out to a little Madonna.

"I hope you didn't think we were done our discussion," James smiled at me, tugging out my headphones.

"I hope you don't think I'm going to argue with you during the whole flight," I smiled back, moving my legs so he could sit in the seat opposite me.

"It just doesn't make sense to me. Lani doesn't contribute to expenses," he said, clearly frustrated.

"Lani was invited," I reminded him. "James, this shouldn't be an issue. I can afford this and I want to do it."

He looked out the window as we taxied down the runway. "Okay, I understand why you might have wanted to pay for the first few weeks. But will you stop? I really want you to stay with me. Or I'll stay with you. However you wanna phrase it. Please?"

I hesitated. I hated the idea of being dependent on him, when it was my idea to come along in the first place.

"I want you here," he said firmly, as if reading my thoughts. "And if you stay in with me, it's not any added expense, if that's what you're worried about. Hell, it'll even be more environmentally friendly. We'll sleep in the same bed - so the hotel has to change fewer sheets," he smiled, leaning in towards me. "We can take showers together," he said slowly, kissing my neck. "Save on water."

"Get back in your seat," I said, squirming under his wandering hands. "The seatbelt sign is on!"

"Mmm, I love when you talk dirty," he said, his voice low and husky. "Next, tell me where the exits are located."

Laughing, I shoved him off me, and he dropped back into his seat, grinning. "Behave. We're not the only ones on the plane."

"So you'll stay with me?" he asked.

"Yes, I'll stay with you," I gave in, putting my headphones back in. "Can I listen to my iPod now?"

He nodded, looking down at his magazine. "Sure. Least until the seatbelt sign goes off. Then I plan to drag you into the bathroom since you seemed to like that so much last night."

Shooting him a disparaging look, I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the suede pillow on my seat. Half an hour later, James shook me awake, and nodded towards the rear of the cabin.

"You're kidding, right?" I asked him.

He shook his head, and took hold of my hand, leading me back to the bathroom. Trish and Pepper were asleep, and Lars and Steven were still seated near the front of the plane. Shutting the door behind us, James backed me against the far wall of what was quite possibly the nicest, although still tiny, plane bathroom I'd ever seen. "Have a nice nap?" he asked, unbuttoning my jeans.

"Uh huh,” I smiled, reaching for his belt buckle. “Even nicer wake up call.”
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Those two are gonna experts in bathrooms possible positions... :lol:
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I IZ HERE, YO. BE SCURRED!

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Another bathroom and the mile high club, LOL. But it's good to see these two mending fences and getting back together.
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sex in the bathroom, better than in an elevator
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OMG! :drool Again! :horns2 :drool James rules! :horns2 :lol:
More soon?PLease! :biggrin :heart:
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Pepper moved over to sit in the other seat across from me shortly after James had dozed off. "Hi, sweet pea. Get that outta your system?" he raised an eyebrow, nodding towards the bathroom.

Blushing, I slouched down in my seat. "Shuddup."

"Sorry," he laughed. "I'm just happy you're happy." Lifting my legs onto his lap, he crossed his arms over my shins. "So things are good? I know you said he was less than thrilled when you arrived, but it seems like you settled in okay. He sure as hell looks happy."

I looked over at James, watching his chest rise and fall gently with each breath as he slept. "Yeah, I think we're okay."

"You were never really worried, were you," he said quietly.

"Oh, yes I was," I replied in an equally low tone. "I mean, I know I had a great life before I met James, and I'm sure I'd be capable of cobbling together some semblance of a life if he wanted to move on...alone," I said slowly, finding it difficult to even consider. "But my life is so much more fun with him in it."

He smiled, rubbing my legs. "He was reminding me last night, before you girls showed up, all the stuff that's happened since you met. I can't believe you think that's fun," he laughed. Looking serious suddenly, he glanced over to Trish, who was still crashed out, and then back at me. "She tell you she wants us to start trying for a baby?"

I clapped both hands over my mouth to stop from shrieking with delight. "Pep!" I whispered. "That's great! That's so exciting! Why - why don't you look excited?"

He looked extremely uncomfortable, and stared down at the floor. "Scared," he muttered.

"Of what? You're not the one who has to give birth."

He finally met my gaze. "What if she gets hurt? What if the baby gets hurt? I can't even imagine how painful it was for you to lose Caitlin."

"Oh honey... Pep, that's really unlikely." I leaned forward, taking his hands in my own. "Sweetie, there's such a slim chance of that happening, you gotta remember that Trish's physical history is different from mine, and she knows a lot more of it. Her genetics aren't a mystery like mine were, and your family history is pretty good health-wise. Statistically, you'd have a healthy baby. Allowing for a teeeeeeny tiny margin of error," I added, trying to make him smile.

He gave a half-smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “It’s a little overwhelming. Just the idea…”

I reached for his hand, kissing his knuckles. “Honey, whenever the two of you decide to go ahead with this, you’re gonna make wonderful parents. And you’ll just deal with the pregnancy as it happens. It’ll be fine.”

He looked at me for a long time. “Would you do it again? Would you risk that, knowing what happened last time?”

Slumping back in my seat, I let out a long breath, and stared out the window. “Remember when you and I discussed this? Months ago? There are other ways. I don’t have to be the one to carry the baby. And James and I could always adopt. Not to mention he’s already got three of the most awesome kids ever, so maybe it’s greedy to ask for a fourth.” I shrugged. “I don’t know, sweetie. James and I haven’t even discussed it. I guess we’re sort of focused on making sure we’re okay before we think about bringing anybody else into the mix,” I smiled.

He nodded, and gave me a quick kiss on the top of my head before going back to where Trish was sleeping.

I got up, and bent over James, breathing in the mix of his scents – his cologne, his favourite shampoo, the laundry detergent I could smell on his t-shirt – before pressing a kiss to his temple. “Love you,” I murmured, and he stirred in his sleep, reaching out for me. “I’m just going to chat with Lars. I’ll be back.”

His eyes fluttered, and he looked at me for a moment before closing them again. “Love you,” he sighed gently, letting his head fall to the side.

“Awww, the little guy’s all tuckered out,” Steve grinned at me as he passed us. “I can’t imagine why.”

“Yeah, yeah. Keep it movin’, sunshine, I gotta go talk to your buddy.” Laughing, I followed him to the front of the plane and explained what I needed from Lars.
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