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| L.A Connection; Part 4: Sequel to A London Extra. Ray, Hannah,James, Lemmy Kilmister,Castor, Lilly, Francesca and Cali | |
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| Shayniz21 | September 5, 2012, 6:24 pm Post #421 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Exactly!!! Even though I have no idea what hes like in bed (wishes) I am sure he is amazing, espicially with the experience he has had Oh Lord, I do love this fic!!! You seem to know alot about the band and you get you fingers on pics of them that I have never seen before, how do you know so much? Do you have connections lol ?I'm so curious!!!!!!
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| Deleted User | September 5, 2012, 6:31 pm Post #422 |
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Of course! I'm Kirk's wife! jkLots more coming up! I've planned out the rest of the story and there's lots of excitement still. Ray and Lemmy pay another visit, more updates on Castor and Lilly soon and how they're getting on in Dallas, as well as their wedding later on. And.....*drum roll* will James and Hannah get married? What do you all think? |
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| HannahBanana | September 5, 2012, 8:16 pm Post #423 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Why would James feel like he's not that good? I'm sure he's perfect I'm so happy that him and Hannah are together and that he didn't give into temptation, but he needs to slow down just a bit more Lol he was about to tackle Hannah while Anthony was still in the room Anywho I LOVE this fic so much and I can't wait for the wedding ceremony... will Fran be there though?
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| Deleted User | September 5, 2012, 8:25 pm Post #424 |
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More up very soon! Hot steamyness! Fran will be at Castor and Lilly's wedding, yes. It's being held at their house back in San Rafael.
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| HannahBanana | September 5, 2012, 8:31 pm Post #425 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Will they (meaning Fran, James, and Hannah) be in each other's presence anytime soon? Like at both weddings? Including James and Hannah's soon to be wedding? |
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| Auluna Raie | September 5, 2012, 8:35 pm Post #426 |
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Shark-Tastic!
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He tasted like tequila...
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| Deleted User | September 5, 2012, 8:39 pm Post #427 |
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Yes, yes they will! James and Hannah will visit Castor and Lilly in Dallas soon, and Francesca and Marcella are still there. And yes, they will more than likely all be at Castor and Lilly's wedding. Not confirming yet whether James and Hannah will be getting married.
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| Deleted User | September 5, 2012, 8:40 pm Post #428 |
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Good job!
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| HannahBanana | September 5, 2012, 8:41 pm Post #429 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Oh Ok! I gotcha. I hope they get married... James needs to be tied down, he's 56! Right?
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| Deleted User | September 5, 2012, 8:52 pm Post #430 |
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In this story yes--we're up to 2018 (just over a year has elapsed since the start) where he's 56 now.
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| Deleted User | September 5, 2012, 9:31 pm Post #431 |
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In the early hours of the morning, I stroked James’ chest slowly with my fingertips, building up a tease edging closer to treating his hard erection as he sat nude in bed. It was 1am, and I was treating James to the slow tease that he so badly needed. I straddled his legs and my fingers circled his belly button, refusing yet to touch the hard erection that fell to the right across his thigh. He panted excitedly, wanting more as his eyes traced my nude form in the low light. His hand had reached out to stroke my breast, but his fingers had stopped still in concentration as he enjoyed my skilful tease. It was killing him that I wasn’t sitting closer in his lap, rubbing my thighs against his groin. Instead, I crawled over his legs, lowering my mouth down his chest in slow kisses, getting closer to taking him in my mouth as he so desperately wanted. His eyes now had flicked tightly closed, enjoying my fingertips teasing his cold skin. Finally, he reached for his cock with his left hand, tugging himself slowly out of sheer frustration as I moved further down his abdomen, tracing his with my tongue. ‘Oh please, baby!’ he whispered hopefully. He groaned at my wet mouth on his skin, tasting him, edging closer to his hard cock in his hand. I kissed his fingers that held his dick in his hand, flicking my brown eyes naughtily up to his face, seeing his eager blue eyes edging me on. ‘Yeah!’ he breathed desperately, I was so close to finally taking him in my mouth, his hips wriggled in anticipation. My lips took the red helmet of his penis in a warm, wet kiss in a long slow motion that sucked back on his flesh that built hard in my mouth. His cock jumped in my mouth and he made a desperate open groan. His mouth had fallen open in pleasure and his head had rolled back, making a gentle thump against the wall behind him. ‘Oh yeah….’ He breathed, almost inaudibly. I peeled his hand away from holding his own penis. I wanted to control him now with my mouth and he knew it. ‘James?’ I whispered in a teasing, sexy voice. His eyes dropped open to watch me, knowing that I wanted him to watch me sucking him off. My eyes maintained contact with his above me as I took his cock in my mouth again and made long, deep motions to take as much of his length in my mouth as I could. ‘Oh shit…’ he breathed. My eye contact was turning him on, he reached out to stroke my long blonde hair over my shoulder to take in the curves of my chest. His fingers reached out once more for the sensation of my tits in his hand, smoothing my bare skin enviously. I broke my mouth from his cock for a moment, pausing for breath and looking up at him in lust, tugging his cock fast in my hand. ‘Oh Jesus…’ he smiled as he watched my hand feed his cock back into my warm mouth. He made another heady groan as I sucked him more and more vigorously. His hips pumped a little in my mouth in response. This time, when I broke panting for a breath, his hands lifted me by the hips into his lap. He was taking over, I knew he wanted to fuck me, it had been weeks since we had been alone together. ‘Oh darling!’ he moaned happily into my mouth. He kissed me fast with a horny groan. His fingers slid between my legs, rubbing me wet before his cock stood hard against my inner thigh, rubbing me apart. His warm hands lifted me by the waist onto him. I make a happy cry in surprise as I settled onto his cock in his lap, sliding down his shaft and beginning a joyous rocking motion that I knew he wanted so much. ‘Oh yeah!’ he groaned. His voice encouraged me to enjoy his body. His hands squeezed my ass, encouraging me to rock harder in his lap. I smothered his mouth with my lips, and we shared a hot sticky breath in excitement, his voice juddering hard as his hips buckled underneath me in fast powerful movements. He continued hard for a few minutes, until he slowed, panting hard and I knew he wanted to change position. ‘On your back, baby?’ he asked eagerly and short of breath. I nodded, letting him lift me from his lap and lie me back on the bed beside him. He rolled onto me immediately, not wanting to break from his rush. He lifted my thighs around his hips with his warm hands and parted me deeply, rocking his tall wide chest over my much smaller body. I loved him dwarfing me in bed, I always felt deliciously subservient. My hands could barely reach around his broad back; I found the crease in the small of his back as he fucked me. His voice dropped to my ear to speak. ‘Does my dick feel good, baby?’ he begged. ‘Oh my God, yes!’ I whispered back. He pushed me more convincingly forward with a hard thrust and I knew he wanted to make me scream. I thought perhaps that he needed to know he was pleasing me. I made an open cry and he groaned happily at my response. ‘Are you gonna come for me baby?’ he begged, his hips were working hard to take me there. I nodded, I could barely think, his body had taken over mine. His chest built up sweat that stuck our bodies together as he rubbed me frantically. His fingers slid between my legs to rub me helpfully towards an orgasm. He knew exactly how to work me, he had done it so many times before. I shuddered in his arms, my chest had tightened pre-emptively, and his pulse had slowed, preparing to watch me come for him. It was easily achieved, I let my body go blissfully where he wanted to take me, his lips had taken hold of my nipple in his mouth observing me enjoy my rush. I let out a short crying yelp of happiness and James breathed out deeply in success for me. He watched me wriggle happily, touching myself in pleasure before he moved his body back over mine hopefully. ‘My turn?’ he kissed into my throat. I nodded, there was only one position where he loved to go for it, and we both knew it. I turned onto my knees for him, and he knelt behind me, entering me fast and slapping his balls against my legs, fucking me hard and furiously from behind. He was quick as usual, he let out a loud yelp in success, shuddering me forward until my hands took hold of the bedhead to steady myself. His ricocheting body behind me thrust me forward over and over. He came powerfully, leaving a sticky mess that ran down the back of my legs. He panted whole-heartedly and flopped down beside me on the bed, exhausted at his rush. His hands reached out for mine and pulled me in to his side. He squeezed me tightly, holding my quivering body for almost an hour as we both settled, finally, finding sleep in the early hours of the morning. |
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| Deleted User | September 5, 2012, 11:11 pm Post #432 |
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Backstage before the show the next day in Copenhagen Lars was as excited as I’d ever seen him. He beamed, clearly jubilant to be back in his home town and his energy brushed off onto everyone around him. James, in contrast to the terrible last few weeks he had been having, was now grinning from ear to ear and was back to his joking and playful self. I stood outside the tuning room with Anthony and Chelsea, both had their ears covered with large earmuffs. The noise from the tuning room still reverberation loudly in the hallway, and I smiled at Connie who held ten year old Bryce by the hand. Anthony broke his hand from mine. ‘I’m going to see Daddy!’ he announced pushing open the door. He had run into the tuning room before I could stop him, and I heard the heavy crash of Lars’ drum kit and before James stopped playing to great his son. ‘Hi Dad!’ Anthony smiled, he offered James a cheeky Hetfield grin. I stood at the door apologetically with Chelsea on my hip. ‘Sorry James!’ I apologised, ‘Anthony, come on, your Dad is busy’ I offered my son my hand, but he shook his head and held onto his father’s leg. ‘He can stay here with us!’ James grinned, lifting Anthony onto a nearby amp. I had noticed Kirk’s face was strung in a surprised grin at my son calling James ‘Dad’. I could see Lars wondering the same thing. Perhaps it was clear now that Anthony was becoming identifiable as a young Hetfield boy, that he was not Ray’s son as first thought. I let Anthony stay with James, his face was wide and grinning as he watched his father play guitar, he was growing increasingly interested in music. When their rehearsal had ended, the band stood waiting in the hallway, the stage crew giving them two minutes to go. Lars offered me a warm welcome and a gently welcoming kiss to the cheek. I had arrived late the night before and not seen the others yet. ‘Nice to see you here Hannah, James has been up and down lately’ he explained. ‘I’m sure that whatever it was you did last night, worked!’ Lars laughed. He offered me a warm pat to the shoulder. He ticked Chelsea’s face with his fingers. ‘She’s just gorgeous, will you look at her?’ Lars pointed out Chelsea’s smiling face to Connie. She nodded. I quite agreed, James and I had made two beautiful children. The last seven shows on the leg flew by with the kids and I there to support James. He was happy and vivacious for the rest of the trip, and I knew now that no matter how hard it would be to travel with Chelsea being only a few months old, that James needed us more than anything. On the flight home on the band’s jet, James made a suggestion. ‘Shall we visit Castor and Lilly in Dallas next week?’ he asked with a smile. There was a three week break before we started touring again, so there would be time to visit them. I nodded, I had not yet met baby Neil or seen their new place in Dallas. ‘Will Francesca still be there?’ I asked carefully. She had every right to be, but I wasn’t sure she’d enjoy me being in the same house as her, especially with James. ‘Yes, but she’s going to guard Neil for a while, so we’ll just have to go and put up with her. Castor’s got a big house, there’s no reason why we can’t all stay and get along’. I raised my eyebrow and pulled my best sceptical face at James. ‘Well, okay, I mean it’ll be awkward, but I want to see my grandson and you have every right to visit too’ he finished. I settled back down into my seat, Anthony had fallen asleep beside me and his head drifted into my lap. I stroked his hair gently as I spoke. ‘Are you and her still on good terms?’ I asked. James’ face looked to me in confusion. ‘Good terms? Well, not really. Speaking terms, I suppose we are, yes’. He began to wonder why I’d asked. ‘Alright then’ I agreed cautiously to a visit. |
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| Auluna Raie | September 5, 2012, 11:30 pm Post #433 |
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Shark-Tastic!
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Awww shit! *Throws open door to bunker* Room for everyone down here! |
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| Deleted User | September 5, 2012, 11:37 pm Post #434 |
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Francesca will have to behave herself, no more jumping into bed with James! Next update just around the corner...
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| Deleted User | September 11, 2012, 1:33 am Post #435 |
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When Francesca’s hopeful face had opened the door for James in Dallas, it was clear she was not expecting the kids and I to be travelling with him. She scanned Chelsea in my arms in surprise, she had not met her yet either and after a long moment finding the words in her dry throat she welcomed James into the house. We stepped into the foyer of the large house and my eyes went straight to the tall ceiling. The foyer led into a large lounge that overlooked an expansive lake beyond. The view was stunning and the sun glared brightly off the water beyond. The kitchen was a forest green marble with cream floors, and a second spiral staircase lead from the lounge upstairs. James poured Anthony a glass of water as he spoke to Francesca for the first time in weeks. ‘How have things been, Neil’s doing ok?’ he began in a wobbly voice. He hid his nerves by sculling back a large mouthful of water. Francesca nodded. ‘He’s grown a lot, Lilly is doing great. She’s sleeping at the moment. Castor is out playing golf with his friends’ she said almost angrily folding her arms. I sensed her annoyance and didn’t say a word. I could see James thinking that he understood Castor would be overwhelmed a need a break from time to time. Being a new father was not easy. ‘But Castor’s learning?’ he asked. Francesca’s face looked doubtful. ‘He’s not really too involved’ she said with a sigh. ‘He doesn’t really want to bath him, or feed him or change him. He leaves Lilly and I to do most of it. He’s at practice all day, he gets home late all the time…’ James shared his ex-wife’s concerned look. ‘Why?’ he asked, but before he could reply Marcella jogged quickly down the stairs. His 17 year old daughter was now most certainly a young woman, his eyes couldn’t believe how much she had matured in the past year. He felt himself choking up at the thought of her leaving home for college next fall. ‘Dad!’ she exclaimed with a warm smile, running with open arms into his chest and hugging her father tightly. James held her in a warm hug, he had not seen as much of Marcella and he had Castor this past year that he had been in L.A. He loved that she was still his little girl to him. ‘You’re getting so tall!’ he exclaimed. She leaned into offer Anthony a hug too, she remembered him from when she at first met him as a toddler. Marcella offered me a welcoming smile too. ‘Nice to see you too, Hannah!’ she offered brightly, although her mother did not look pleased to hear it. ‘Come up and see Neil!’ she said excitedly to her father. James agreed, leaving the cold conversation Francesca had started in the kitchen. James led Anthony upstairs by the hand, he was growing taller every month it seemed. He would be turning five this Christmas, only four months away. James already knew his way around Castor’s new mansion and I followed him, not wanting to stand alone with Francesca in the kitchen to make awkward small-talk. Castor’s house was even larger than their family home back in San Rafael. I noticed upstairs there were already photos of them that hung on the wall: two of him with Lilly, another of them holding their new son. The house was larger than they could occupy themselves, with 11 rooms upstairs, most of them were guest bedrooms but Castor had expected that his family would visit them often. James knew Francesca’s temporary bedroom from his past trip. He deliberately walked past the room opposite where he had last slept, where she had joined him unexpectedly overnight. Instead, he led me three rooms down the hallway from hers. He dropped his bag on the floor next to a large bed in a master room that overlooked the lake below. Anthony sat on the bed adoring the view in wonder as James took Chelsea from my arms. ‘Let’s go and meet your nephew!’ James beamed. I smiled, following them both to Castor and Lilly’s large bedroom. She was awake now, sitting on a sunny chaise breastfeeding Neil. ‘Hello!’ she smiled at James and I in surprise. Perhaps she had not heard us arrive downstairs. My eyes took in Neil James Hetfield for the first time. He was just like the photos of Castor I had seen of him as a baby. I settled beside Lilly to see the small features of his face: his striking sapphire blue eyes and blonde hair reminded me a lot of Anthony. It couldn’t be any clearer to me now that Anthony had been James’ son from birth, I had known it in the back of my mind, but denied it at first for Ray’s sake. Anthony broke from James’ hand and sat in amazement beside Lilly. ‘Wow! Is he my brother?’ Anthony asked us in confusion. His expression was wide and surprised at the small newborn, much like his new sister. ‘No, this is your nephew’ James explained. Lilly’s faced lifted to read James in confusion. ‘His nephew? Anthony’s your son, James! …. and Castor’s half-brother?’ she asked. ‘Yes, he is’ James smiled in a happy revealing breath. Lilly looked back and forth between us in amazement. ‘All this time, Castor’s had a brother! He’s been so sad, talking about how he wishes he had one and how he’s so pleased now he has a son’ Lilly smiled, stroking Neil’s small head as he fed. ‘Well, are you going to tell him?’ she asked in hope. ‘Yes, I plan to while we’re here’ James revealed. I nodded, the truth needed to be known. Understandably, it had taken James a little while to digest the news himself. Castor’s absence was the elephant in the room. ‘So how is he?’ James asked a little concerned, sitting on the edge of their bed opposite Lilly. She smiled but shook her head at the same time. ‘He’s so busy with training and improving his game that he’s not….well, he’s trying but….’ she couldn’t finish a sentence about her fiancé that ended badly. Instead, she looked at James hoping he might understand and fill in the gaps. He made a half-nod, but I thought I sensed he was angry and perhaps a little disappointed in his son’s new fathering abilities. Then again, Neil was only a month old. ‘I think he’ll learn’ James said after a silence had settled between the three of us. ‘I hope so, Francesca is really trying but I thinks he finds it hard to take her advice’ Lilly admitted painfully. ‘Maybe if you tried?’ she suggested to James. He nodded, blinking and clearing his throat gruffly. I knew now that the conversation was making him nervous. ‘Hannah, we should let them finish—lets go and put the kids down for an afternoon sleep’ he suggested. I knew really he wanted to speak to me. Back in our guest bedroom he closed the door behind us and revealed his thoughts to me I could already read on his face. ‘He’s got no excuse!’ James growled, unprovoked. I knew he meant Castor’s lack of involvement at home. ‘And he’s out playing golf? Didn’t he know we were coming?’ he pulled his phone angrily from his pocket to check. ‘I sent him a message at midday and again at 2pm’ he muttered. I watched him compose another in annoyance. He paced the room in an angry march, I had only seen him get worked up like this a few times. I stood to calm him, attempting to hold his chest tightly enough to make him still. Eventually he did and he apologised with a soft kiss to my forehead. He held me silently in his arms for a long while as we both thought on new family life. Eventually, I warmed his thoughts. ‘Shall we have a shower before dinner?’ I suggested. He grinned eagerly. ‘A hot shower?’ he whispered back suggestively into my ear. He withdrew to kiss me, offering me a naughty wink. 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