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L.A Connection; Part 4: Sequel to A London Extra. Ray, Hannah,James, Lemmy Kilmister,Castor, Lilly, Francesca and Cali
Topic Started: July 1, 2012, 2:02 am (22,571 Views)
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First the first time in our whole week-long Texas trip, Francesca was smiling. I knew really it was at the sight of me leaving, I arranged our packed bags by the front door and sat in the lounge holding Chelsea to my chest as she slept. We waited for James as he had a heart-to-heart upstairs with Marcella—as Francesca had requested. He had thought something was amiss with his daughter for a while. James was weary: Marcella smiled these days as though she were in love. He sat in a sunny private upstairs lounge with his 17 year old daughter and accepted the cup of coffee she had made him. He sat opposite her in a large brown leather chair, and she settled nervously into a green sofa. Already his knees jiggled nervously as she smiled at her father, preparing to spill her secret.

‘Daddy—I have a boyfriend!’ she smiled. A happy weight was clearly off her shoulders to tell him. His heart swelled to hear her call him Daddy, Marcella was his special girl. She was smart to say so, she knew it would soften his mood to hear it. James took a deep breath, hoping it were not true. His hand trembled as he sat down the coffee on the glass table beside them. He cleared his throat and tried to take the news as best he could.

‘Yeah? Tell me about him’ James began, trying his best not to sound confrontational. He wanted every assurance that this guy was decent. He might’ve missed the boat four years ago with Cali and Antonio, but he would sure as hell strangle any guy who threatened to get anywhere near Marcella.

‘His name is Marco—he’s Italian-American, he lives in Seattle. I met him at Mensa camp and turns out he has early admission to Harvard too!’ she offered James a wide smile.

‘You’re in Mensa?!’ James gasped. Marcella turned a deep shade of pink.

‘I thought Mom would’ve told you, I got in last year’ she explained quietly, embarrassed. James returned to his daughter’s revelation.

‘So, how long have you known him?’ he asked, trying his best to sound casual. He took his first much-needed gulp of coffee to calm his nerves.

‘About ten months’ she revealed. Ten months! James wasn’t sure how he hadn’t spotted it sooner. ‘He’s 18: 4 months older than me’ Marcella explained. James nodded.

‘And what’s his thing—what’s he good at?’ James asked, his words were failing him.

‘Science—he’s been taking online courses at MIT this year’ Marcella explained proudly. James was proud of her too, even though he didn’t understand academics—he had never enjoyed school.

‘So you were in Seattle visiting him when Neil was born?’ James clarified. He remembered now Francesca had half-explained where Marcella was.

‘Yes, he invited me to stay for a week. I never get to see him when school’s on’ she explained. Fury built in James’ chest—he couldn’t believe Francesca would let their daughter stay in a stranger’s house in another state without telling him!

‘Dad, it’s alright—his parents were there the whole time and he took me to the museums and showed me around the city, and we went on the ferry and…’ James stopped her explanation holding up his hand authoritatively like a stop sign. He had heard enough and he couldn’t bear the thought of any of it.

‘So you shared his bed for a whole week while you were in Seattle?’ he asked angrily. Her face blushed a telling red.

‘Yes, but Dad, it wasn’t like that!’ she added quickly seeing her father’s face was horrified. James shook his head, he knew better, he knew exactly what it was.

‘YOUR MOTHER LET YOU STAY IN HIS BED, FOR A WEEK!’ James bellowed out loud.

‘Dad!’ she yelled to correct him. ‘Daddy! I’m still a virgin, I promise!’ she cried. ‘And I’m the same age Cali was, what does it matter anyway?’ she retaliated.

‘Your sister made a mistake!’ James shot back. Marcella folded her arms angrily, shaking her head as if she knew her father wouldn’t accept her explanation. Marcella took a moment to think and lowered her voice and repeated herself kindly, she hated shouting at her father.

‘Dad, I swear- I didn’t have sex with him’ she said calmly. ‘Mom would never have let me go if she didn’t trust me, you know what she thinks of pre-marital relationships…’ she reminding him. They both thought clearly of Castor and Lily. James absorbed his daughter’s confession. He felt like an idiot yelling at her a moment ago. He toned his voice down to a sorry and controlled tone.

‘So what made you decide not to sleep with him if the temptation was there?’ he asked.

‘Daddy, I take my faith seriously’ she reminded her father. ‘Dad, you’re very liberal these days’ she observed pointing out the stark contradiction in her father's beliefs and actions. She knew just how much her father’s relationship with Hannah was driving a wedge between her mother’s religious beliefs and his changing morals. He nodded slowly, he supposed that he was—he had thrown his religious beliefs about sanctity out the window when he had met Hannah a decade ago.

‘Anyway, I wanted to tell you about Marco because I’ve invited him to Castor’s wedding’ she said. ‘And I want you to meet him and I want you to like him. I know you will, Dad’ she smiled hopefully.

James gulped hard, he couldn’t imagine any of this would ever happen to his baby girl. In his mind, he wanted Marcella to stay the little girl who adored him, and never become an independent woman. When he blinked, he could still see the four year old that he took to ballet class smiling at him in her pink costume. But now, a frighteningly intelligent young woman sat in front of him. He stood and offered her a long heartfelt hug.

‘Sorry’ he apologised into her shoulder. ‘Sometimes I forget what an angel you are’ he admitted. He kissed her forehead sweetly.

‘I don’t think I’ll wait until marriage’ she clarified, ‘but I’ll wait until I know’. James nodded, he accepted that much. He breathed a long outward sigh, it had been a tough conversation to have with his teenage daughter. They took the stairs together to the foyer joining Hannah and the children preparing to leave for the airport. Marcella took her father aside quickly on the staircase.

‘Dad—are you going to marry Hannah?’ Marcella asked in a whisper with a sly smile.

‘Yes, I think so’ he smiled proudly, nodding. ‘I want to, I’m gonna ask her again’ he thought out loud. He had been thinking of it for a while but wasn't sure how to approach it. Their engagement two years prior had ended badly. But now, their directions were not so different.

‘Good!’ she grinned.
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I lay in bed with James the following morning. Finally, we were home in LA but with only a day to spare before flying to South America for a three week leg of the tour. James’ eyes were warm and loving as he kissed me desperately as I lay next to him in bed. He lay on his side, stroking my bare stomach that was now smooth and trim; it had been so long since I felt sexy again after my pregnancy. His hand slid slowly down my middle beneath the sheets—his fingers massaged me open, exploring me. This time, there was no one to interrupt us and no one to be quiet for—I could scream all I liked. His hard cock twitched against my side and he pressed his body into mine, rolling onto me and demonstrating his strength.

‘Want me to fuck you hard baby, like I did in Texas?’ he begged into my mouth.

‘Shit yes!’ I panted. He couldn’t help himself from fucking me again, as powerfully and energetically as ever. I screamed along to his pace, he enjoyed my voice, laughing happily at my frantic cries to his fast pace. His hips buckling into me a fast pounding rhythm made me moan desperately for him. He couldn’t help himself from coming quickly, he cleared his throat loudly in a part-groan as he withdrew. He lay beside me panting, sharing hot kisses with me in the early morning.

‘I wanna go down to see Kat Von D today’ he explained, pointing to his chest. ‘It’s time to add a few new tattoos!’ he smiled. He cast a look over his shoulder at Chelsea sleeping in her cot beside our bed. I smiled and nodded, I knew that he would add our daughter’s name to his chest eventually.

‘Would you consider getting a tattoo this time? Something little…perhaps something sexy on your ass?’ he kissed hopefully. His large warm hand smoothed my butt hoping that I might agree, but I laughed declining his offer.

‘No, tattoos aren’t my thing’ I reminded him. He knew, but it occurred to me that he might find it a turn on. I thought of his wardrobe girl Kelly and her sleeve of blue and black butterfly tattoos.

‘I really dig tattoos on girls—they’re so sexy when a chick’s naked’ he said. I thought on it again.

‘What do you suggest I get?’ I asked him curiously.

‘Maybe some lettering, like calligraphy or something decorative and feminine’ he suggested. ‘Ask Kat to show you her drawings, she’s amazing’ he assured me. I still wasn’t sure.

‘I’m gonna get Chelsea’s name on my other shoulder’ he said, I nodded, I knew. ‘And Neil’s name below Castor’s’ he smiled. I agreed, it made sense to get his new grandson’s name inked too.

‘You’ve never told me you find ink sexy on a girl before’ I kissed, intrigued by this new piece of information.

‘Yeah I do!’ he whispered back in a horny voice.

‘Let me think about it’ I kissed pensively.

We had taken the kids with us to West Hollywood to High Voltage, where the paparazzi had followed us and now peered in the shop window invasively with their cameras. James was embarrassed and apologetic, ‘I’m sorry guys, sorry’ he said over and over again, but the rest of the shop was understanding. They seemed star-struck to be around him, a feeling I had quite forgotten. James’ presence was a part of my everyday life now.

‘It’s okay Dude, don’t worry—we’ll just make your kids names look awesome, okay?’ Kat reassured him.

‘Well, this is my daughter Chelsea—she’s nearly two months’ Kat smiled warmly at our baby girl who slept in the stroller. ‘And I want the name Neil under my son’s name Castor over here on the left side—he’s my first grandson’ James beamed proudly.

‘Oh wow! Really?!’ Kat swooned, but I thought she was only pretending to be surprised. She began to etch ‘Neil’ in James’ skin in small cursive lettering the same as his other children’s names. ‘My oldest son lives in Dallas now, we just visited them’ he explained.

‘Oh—I saw! He’s playing for the Cowboy’s right?’ Kat remembered.

‘Yes, he is’ James smiled. He winked at me, I was surprised how much everyone knew about our lives from the papers. He lay back on the narrow leather bed while I held his hand as the needle clicked and whirred, embellishing his skin.

‘I’ve seen him get tattoos before’ I smiled. ‘He cries, don’t cha?’ I teased him squeezing his hand tightly. He grinned, turning the joke back on me.

‘I’m trying to talk Hannah into getting her first tattoo’ he told Kat.

‘Yeah, really? What are you thinking of getting?’ she asked in interest. She wiped the patch of skin clean and I saw that it read ‘Neil’ in clear black stencilled calligraphy. She started on ‘Chelsea’ below his left collarbone. It matched ‘Anthony’ but in the opposite direction, running across from his neck to his shoulder.

‘I really don’t know’ I replied. I looked at James, his face winced a little at the needle on bone.

‘I think she should get something sexy’ he dared. Kat grinned.

‘Hell yeah! She agreed. ‘So how long have you guys been together if you don’t mind me asking?’

‘Nine years, on and off’ James smiled happily. I leant forward and planted a gentle kiss on his cheek. I still held his right hand tightly as he put up with the pain.

‘This is looking good, we’re almost done dude’ she reassured him. We could hear the paparazzi shouting for James outside. A minute more and she wiped the finished ink clean. ‘Chelsea’ was written clearly across his left shoulder.

‘Thank you, I love it!’ he smiled at his new tattoo in the mirror. I snapped a photo on his iphone to send to Castor.

‘Let me know if you want me to come to you next time’ Kat offered. James nodded, he was embarrassed for the attention his presence had caused. We walked back to the car with difficultly, James took four year old Anthony on his hip as I held Chelsea to my chest. Inside the car, he apologised again.

‘James it’s alright’ I said, he sighed.

‘You ready for the flight tomorrow?’ he asked starting the car, our wardrobe was a mess from our return from Scandanavia and Texas.

‘Is Kelly going to come over tonight to pack your things?’ I asked. His wardrobe girl should have things better under control, I thought. James paused, he knew he’d not told me a thing about her failed attempt as his personal assistant. He felt ridiculous about the whole thing, about admitting to himself that he had really only hired her because he found her attractive.

‘What? Oh, no. Not this time’ he replied. His voice was odd and he changed the topic.

‘I’m just gonna drop past Rob’s place in Malibu on the way home’ he said absentmindedly. I noticed his face was flushed pink. Perhaps he had fired his wardrobe girl? I wondered for a moment before letting the thought go. His face offered me a warm smile as my hand reached out smoothing his thigh kindly as he drove.
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The south American tour had started with three shows in Brazil, and now, we flew to Argentina. James hadn’t be back since he had last visited Francesca, and now he had signed over the house to her as part of their divorce settlement we stayed in a hotel as though it were any other city. He seemed distracted in this place. Buenos Aires was hot and vibrant in December and we enjoyed what we could of an afternoon walk along the beach. The paparazzi were just as vigilant here and I knew he would be thinking about the show that evening.

‘I can’t believe he’s 5 today!’ James beamed, lifting Anthony into his arms.

‘I know, time has just flown by!’ I replied. It was clichéd but true. We paused and adored our son together, our eyes squinting into the hot sun.

‘Do you think I should marry your mommy?’ James asked Anthony innocently. I smiled wickedly at James’ third person proposal. I looked behind us, Gio was following us up the beach—he was the best security James could ever hope for. Anthony looked bemused at his father’s suggestion. James turned his eyes to me.

‘Shall we elope while we’re here? Just do it?’ he suggested. ‘We don’t need to get engaged and throw a party and all that stuff’ James waved his hand dismissively in the air. ‘I just want to be with you for the rest of my life—you and our family’ James added proudly. He kissed his son on the cheek.

‘Mommy?’ Anthony asked as my boys waited for my reply.

‘Yes!’ I kissed both James and Anthony whole-heartedly.

‘Tomorrow we have a day off in Uruguay’ James said, ‘Lets do it then?’ I nodded eagerly, it felt so right after everything we had been through. The time was right at last, after nine years.

That night at the show, James stopped the band before Seek and Destroy. I had sat stage-side for the whole show with Anthony knowing that when the stage manager said go, James would invite his son onstage for the crowd to sing him Happy Birthday. Anthony wore earmuffs to drown out the loud bass that rattled the stadium. I loved sitting stage-side and seeing James play on stage—he became a different person when he did and I loved his natural enthusiasm. His voice cleared nervously as he spoke into the microphone.

‘Anthony? Would you come up here son?’ he asked. The crowd cheered loudly as he ran eagerly up the stage steps towards his father onstage. James removed his guitar from his shoulders and lifted the small boy into his arms, addressing the crowd again into the mic.

‘This is my youngest son, Anthony. Today is his 5th Birthday! I hope all of you can join me in singing him Happy Birthday!’ James began. It was not yet universally known that Anthony was James’ son—it was one thing the papers had not yet got to. So now that James announced it, his word made it official. I beamed at them both as I watched stage-side as the crowd sang for our son. ‘Happy Birthday to you!’ James finished, and the crowd roared. James caught my eye from the stage and carried Anthony on his hip towards me and I nervously met him mid-stage as he passed our son over to me. He paused for a kiss, showing me off publically as the mother of his son. The cameras whirred, the press lined the pit between the stage and the fans. Anthony and I were now both a famous part of James life, his new family.

After the concert, we travelled on the band’s jet late at night to Uruguay. I smiled knowing our secret plans for tomorrow. Lars grinned at us both, happy for his friend and that he had finally found success in his new family.

‘Anthony loved that tonight, James’ I smiled. I kissed him in thanks, it had been his idea to get him up on stage. Anthony slept deeply on the seat opposite us. James stroked Chelsea’s small head gently as she slept in my arms.

‘I’m so looking forward to tomorrow’ I confessed, my eyes lit up with his.

‘I’ll ask Lars to come along’ James smiled, I nodded knowing we would need a witness. I cosied into his body resting my head on his shoulder in the darkened cabin.

‘I think this is the most perfect my life has ever been’ he whispered into my ear. I turned my face to his with a smile, returning his loving words with a soft thankful kiss.
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At midday, as anonymously as was humanely possible we met Lars in a downtown restaurant for lunch. So far, he knew nothing of our intentions to marry this afternoon, and he greeted James and I warmly. Lars had already been sightseeing early this morning as the two of us had taken our time getting ready. James was in a serene mood where he nodded along to Lars’ thoughts that accelerated into words. Finally, when he caught a break in conversation he broached the topic.

‘Lars, Hannah and I are going to get married this afternoon’ he smiled broadly. He paused to squeeze my hand that held his tightly under the table. ‘And we’d like for you to be our witness’ James offered up. Lars grinned, agreeing immediately.

‘Dude! Of course!’ he beamed for us both. ‘Fock! I didn’t expect that!’ he exclaimed with a laugh. ‘Alright, so where is this deed taking place?’ he asked. James turned to me before he replied.

‘3pm—a marriage celebrant is coming to our hotel suite’ James explained. ‘And we thought we’d celebrate tonight with dinner with the band somewhere here in the city’ we agreed.

‘You’re not gonna wait until we get back to the states so the kids can be there?’ Lars asked.

‘No—this is just for us, for Hannah and I’ James reaffirmed, turning to me with a smile. I nodded, and Lars lifted his glass to toast the two of us.

In the short time I had to prepare, I had bought a plain white dress: a fitted satin slip with a deep neck line. I bought a crystal beaded headband for my hair and a simple small bouquet of fresh flowers from the florist in the hotel lobby and made straight upstairs, knowing that James would be waiting anxiously for me. At 2:45pm I found James pacing the room, dressed already in a crisp white shirt and tidy black jeans. He was waiting nervously for Lars to arrive I dressed in our large marble ensuite feeling like the luckiest woman alive. I could barely believe my own stunned reflection in the mirror—James and I were finally getting married! I did my hair up quickly in a messy bun on top of my head, sliding the headband in front, my quick up-do looked sophisticated. But otherwise, I was going to be a casual bride. No designer dress, no enormous church wedding, no English pomp and circumstance as my family expected-- just James and I standing simply in front of each other.

My simple satin dress was fitted and showed off my slender form—I knew James would appreciate it. It flowed to the floor a little longer than it should for a woman my height, but it was perfect for now, perfect for today. I tried my red Chanel lipstick, and too my surprise, it wasn’t too much. I took a moment to take in my own reflection in the mirror. Was this all a dream?
The door opening to the lounge of our suite punctuated my thoughts.

‘James?’ I heard Lars ask. He greeted his nervous friend with kind words. A moment later, I heard a short knock to the bathroom door.

‘Hannah?’ I heard Lars ask, I let him in and he shut the door carefully behind him, not wanting James to see me. His eyes looked me up and down in amazement.

‘Wow, look at you!’ he breathed emotionally. He was dressed even more formally than I had expected in a suit and tie minus the jacket. His eyes welled up at the sight of me.

‘Hannah--you look absolutely amazing!’ he breathed quietly in awe.

‘Thank you!’ I managed emotionally. Seeing Lars tear up was threatening me to do the same.

‘How’s James?’ I asked. Lars nodded.

‘Nervous, he can’t wait to see you’ he smiled. We both went quiet for a moment as we heard James greet our marriage celebrant. It was a woman who spoke with a strong east coast American accent. She knocked on the door and introduced herself briefly to me. After a short conversation, she and Lars joined James in the lounge, waiting for me to emerge when I was ready. I counted to ten and took a deep breath to prepare myself mentally. I thought of my father in the moment—he had given me away at Ray and I’s wedding in London. I missed my Dad so much.

I sent him a message: ‘Dad, I’m about to marry James—I’ve never been so happy. I love you, Hannah x’. I waited a minute for his reply and thankfully it came, I needed his approval before I left the bathroom to greet James. ‘That’s wonderful, Hannah! I wish both you all the happiness you deserve. Love Dad x’

Now my eyes teared up! Happy drops ran fast down my face. I dabbed my eyes, and caught one last triumphant look of myself in the mirror before I stepped out to greet my husband to be.
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About time they got hitched! :biggrin Kinda sad his kids won't be there though
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The wedding is coming up next! :heart: :nanner:
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About time they got hitched! :biggrin Kinda sad his kids won't be there though
Well, there's gonna be a big family wedding in the spring when Castor and Lilly get married, so there's plenty of time for family moments then. Right now, they're just doing what feels right, and eloping seems like the thing to do. James is gonna tell the kids shortly. :D
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About time they got hitched! :biggrin Kinda sad his kids won't be there though
Well, there's gonna be a big family wedding in the spring when Castor and Lilly get married, so there's plenty of time for family moments then. Right now, they're just doing what feels right, and eloping seems like the thing to do. James is gonna tell the kids shortly. :D
Awesome! Can't wait :P
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I stepped out nervously, feeling my heart pound as I opened the bathroom door to the large suite that from 17 stories up, overlooked the beach below. I couldn’t see him yet, a few more cautious steps and the wall between the bed and the open lounge exposed the party of three who waited for me. James stood facing me across the room, his hands nervously held together in front of him. Lars stood adjacent to his friend and the celebrant stood opposite Lars. Where I stood, we formed a square.

James took in my appearance in delight—his eyes watered as I walked closer. I slowed my steps to let him take it in, I smiled my loving smile for him and he beamed me one back. I approached him and left my flowers on a nearby table, taking James’ hands instead. His warm fingers intertwined with mine as we spoke.

‘I love you so much, Hannah’ he stuttered nervously. His hands shook nervously. ‘I have always dreamed of this moment’ he added emotionally. He dipped his head to hide his eyes that were wet with emotion. I took the chance to speak.

‘So have I, James. I am so proud to stand beside you’ I added. Lars offered James the rings he had bought after lunch—his was a plain gold band, mine was a brilliant round diamond and a matching golden band set with another row of diamonds. He showed me the ring for the first time.

‘It’s beautiful!’ I smiled. In truth, t wouldn’t have mattered to me what it was. He slid it onto my ring finger nervously, his hands shaking as he did. I squeezed his to calm him before I did the same. The celebrant completed her speech.

‘When you return to the State of California, upon submission of this marriage licence on this day, December 9th 2018, you will be officiated as husband and wife. You may kiss your bride’ she smiled warmly to James. He did as he was told, taking me in an emotional embrace and kissing me warmly. His kiss turned into a long hug as the four of us enjoyed the moment. Lars patted James kindly on the back in congratulations and it became just the three of us standing together admiring the beach view and the hot summer afternoon beyond.

James made a toast: ‘To our future, to Chelsea, to Anthony and to you, my beautiful wife--Hannah’.

Lars played official photographer taking photos with all three of our phones. James stroked my long blonde hair loose down my back and we posed looking out the window towards the sparkling turquoise sea; his arm around my waist, and mine settled on his shoulder. He held a warm kiss for a few seconds longer, lifting me by the waist. Lars snapped shot after shot until he asked if he’d got them all. James hugged his friend tightly and I took a few quick images of them together. This day had been a long time coming.

‘Shall we get the kids in here now?’ Lars asked. ‘Anthony wanted to see you James’ he smiled. Lars called his assistant Barbara up from his suite and she brought both Chelsea and Anthony to see us. As we posed for more photos with Lars, James turned to me with a thought written on his face.

‘Mrs Hetfield!’ he grinned. I broke a wide smile, it was utterly surreal to hear him call me that.

‘Yeah! I am!’ I breathed, kissing my husband triumphantly.

Lars spent another hour with us, relaxing in our suite enjoying the celebratory spread of fresh fruit and caviar the hotel had provided. James took his phone from his pocket and selected his favourite wedding photo.

‘I’m gonna text the kids and send them a photo’ he explained. I nodded, knowing that he should.

Kids—I want you to know that Hannah and I got married this afternoon in Uruguay. I love all three of you, see you at Christmas. Love Dad x ‘ He showed me his phone before he sent it.

‘They’ll like that, James’ I agreed.

Finally, Lars stood with a smile on his face. He knew to leave us alone to settle into our union.

‘Well, I’ll go and tell the guys and the crew that you’re throwing a surprise dinner tonight’ Lars announced. ‘And uh, have a fun afternoon consummating your marriage and I’ll see you tonight!’ he chuckled less tactfully and James grinned. When the door clicked behind him, James turned to face me with a determined grin. He leant into my ear and his words melted my core.

‘Where shall we start?’ he cooed. His hands smoothed my body in the satin dress and his fingers gathered my long skirt up my thighs. My body jumped in excitement to his touch. His hands had run the length of my thighs up to my butt.

‘God, I want to get you out of this dress!’ he pleaded.
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We stood alone together for a moment longer. It felt amazing to be his wife at long last. The diamond ring on my finger sparkled in the sunlight that beamed into our suite. I took another look at it in disbelief—it was even bigger than the engagement ring he had bought me years ago. I smiled and rested my head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around my small torso holding me tightly. I listened to his heart beating in his chest and appreciated the serene calm of the moment. He kissed my forehead gently and I raised my eyes to him.

‘Hannah’ he breathed lovingly. He kissed me with long slow lips that took in the moment. I linked my arms around his neck and his warm hands held my waist smoothing down my body. His fingers teased my skin through my satin dress again. It was a hot afternoon and he had sweat through his white shirt with nerves.

‘Shall we have a nice cool bath?’ I suggested. His forehead was still beading sweat, he wiped it again nervously with his arm.

‘Yeah—I’d love that’ he breathed in relief. I could see that that sex for the first time as husband and wife was going to mean a lot to him. I had worn his mother’s ring on a chain around my neck under my wedding dress. He tugged the thin gold chain out from under my dress and admired the small gold ring once more.

‘My Mom would’ve loved you, I know she would’ he gulped. I couldn’t help a tear rolling from my eye to hear it. His phone vibrated noisily inside his trouser pocket--no doubt his children would be texting him back. I reached cheekily inside his pocket.

‘It’s from Castor and Lilly—they say Congratulations. I read the rest of the message nervously. ‘And he asks if he can tell Francesca?’ I added. James frowned, taking his phone from my hand. He sent a reply back to his son without offering me the answer and slid his phone back into his pocket. No sooner than he had, he buzzed again. He withdrew his phone to see that his oldest daughter Cali had messaged him back. This time, he read out her reply.

‘It’s Cali—she says, ‘Okay Dad, you guys look happy’, but he didn’t get a warm feeling from her message. He looked at me with a little disappointment on his face. His oldest daughter had never warmed up to me. James disappointment was short lived as Marcella messaged him brightly. ‘Daddy! OMG I’m so pleased for you both! Give my love to Hannah and I’ll see you soon x’.

‘From Marcella’ he smiled showing me the screen. I smiled back, she loved that her father and I were happy.

‘She asked me in Texas if we were going to get married soon’ he smiled.

‘Are you going to tell Francesca?’ I asked. It was only a matter of time until she found out, she was staying on with Marcella, Castor and Lilly in Dallas for another month.

‘When we had our talk by the lake, she reminded me that I wasn’t getting any younger. She told me to get on with it and marry you. I knew she was right’ James smiled. I was amazed to know he had the support of his ex-wife.

‘I couldn’t have done it if she was still carrying a torch for us’ James admitted. ‘I needed to hear her say she had let me go, and that now she just needed us to be happy for the kids’. His phone vibrated again in his hand and he checked the message.

Alright, James. Good luck! ’ He smiled. It’s Francesca, he revealed turning his phone to me. I read the words in disbelief.

‘That’s good of her’ I smiled. But still, I recalled just how awkward our last trip to Texas had been. ‘Moving on for the kids is a good thing’ I smiled.

‘About that bath?’ he reminded me teasingly. He slid his hand around my thighs and lifted me into his arms. I linked my hands around his neck and he carried me to the large marble bathroom where I had dressed. He kicked the door shut behind us. He ran the taps on the large round bath that was more than big enough for two. I undressed in front of my husband, sliding the cream satin straps down my shoulders and letting the dress fall to my waist. James’ eyes admired my nude breasts in front of him. He couldn’t help himself, he stepped forward to kiss me again, and I began to undo the buttons on his shirt. He had sweat right through it from nervousness.

My hands slid down his bare chest to his belt and I flicked open the metal buckle and pulled the leather free. His dome was tight against his middle; I unzipped his fly and he breathed a sigh of relief as his trousers fell loose around his legs. He stepped out of them, watching me as I peeled my dress down my body in front of him. I stood out of it, hanging it carefully across the bathroom chair and let his hands slip under the white lacy thong I had chosen to wear just for him. He lifted me onto the marble vanity as the water ran and filled our bath. His body teased me and slid between my open legs and his hands pulled my panties the rest of the way down my thighs. He knelt to the floor, kissing my feet as he slid them down my legs. He crouched to kiss up my legs towards my bare thighs—his tongue licked and kissed at my inner thighs and the smooth skin that he loved. I reached out to touch the hair on his head guiding him towards my folds that I hoped he would lick open. Instead, he stood and lifted me nude off the marble bench.

‘Later’ he teased with a wink, leading me to the bath. He tested the water first stepping in while he held my hand.

‘It’s okay, it’s not too hot’ he smiled. I followed him cautiously stepping into the luxurious bath. He sat carefully into the water that was waist deep on him, when I joined him, the water covered me nearly to my shoulders. He encouraged me onto his lap and I slid teasingly up and down his body and his hands couldn’t help but touch me underwater. He moaned as I teased him, his cock rubbed against my thigh as I panted hard into his mouth. He lifted me wordlessly onto the side of the bath and he opened my knees gently with his hand. I let him do exactly what I had wanted before: his warm tongue dived into me, licking fast wetting me and sucking the delicate folds of skin that made me so aroused. I couldn’t help but scream I wanted so much to come while he licked at my sensitive clit.

‘Don’t stop!’ I bleated, the words slipped involuntarily from my mouth. He paused to laugh. My thighs wriggled around his head as I felt myself tingling towards a strong orgasm. I yelled pre-emptively.

‘James! Oh fuck!’ I yelled. My hands held his head between my thighs as he encouraged my orgasm—his mouth worked faster as I trembled in delight.

‘Oh my God!’ I screamed as a delicious wave of pleasure overtook me. My hand shot between my legs to rub myself the rest of the way as he watched in delight.

‘Shit Hannah!’ he moaned, standing in the bath in front of me. His cock was hard and full and it was clear he wasn’t going to be able to wait much longer.

He led me to the bedroom and I knelt over the end of the bed for him. I knew now that he just want to race, he wanted to come hard into me from behind—it was his urgent position for when he wanted to get off, when he wanted to fuck me for his pleasure now that he had given me mine. He entered me eagerly and I moaned out loud, he felt so good and his pace was already convincing. I savoured the moment—hot afternoon sex now that we were married felt amazing. He yelled as he broke into a race behind me, his hips rocked me up the bed, pushing me forward out of desperation.

‘God I wanna come!’ he moaned and I was sure that he would. He growled deeply like he was about to lose control.

‘Oh God! I wanna see you, I wanna see your beautiful face!’ he withdrew and shook his penis vigorously in his hand. ‘Oh shit!’ he yelled. He stood with his legs in a wide open stance, his head rolled back with his mouth desperately open as he came powerfully across my chest. He opened his eyes in delight to see that he had painted my skin. I didn’t mind, I panted happily along with him enjoying his rush.

‘Oaah!’ he breathed happily, panting hard. He led me back to the bathroom and we settled in the water again, washing off the sticky residue that pooled on my skin.

‘My beautiful wife!’ he kissed, adoring me in the bath. I sat behind him linking my arms around his neck. I knew his sweaty hair needed a clean. I reached for the shampoo from the tidy hotel display behind us and massaged his scalp slowly. He closed his eyes and relaxed enjoying my fingers circling his scalp with firm pressure. I cupped the bath water in my hands to rinse it clean—I sniffed his hair, it smelt like lavender and fresh roses. I grinned and let out a small laugh.

‘I just used the girly shampoo on you, sorry!’ I teased. ‘You smell like a flower now’ I laughed.

‘A mistake, was it?’ he grinned amused, he was relaxed and sleepy in the bath. We stood together and made it back to the bed.

‘Lets sleep for a while before we get ready for dinner?’ he asked. I nodded, I wanted nothing more than to curl up in bed with my husband.
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Yahoo! Marriage, cuteness and bath sex? Awesoooome!
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Yahoo! Marriage, cuteness and bath sex? Awesoooome!
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Indeed! Yes, hot bath sex. Killed me to write that! :drool :heart:

Lots more coming!
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James and I arrived at a restaurant of Lars’ choice in downtown Montevideo. Lars had managed to convince the rest of the band and crew to attend a surprise dinner thrown by James and I. By the time we had arrived the entire crew of 60 were gathered at the bar and Lars-ever the social guru was working the crowd with a tall blonde on his arm. I hadn’t seen her before and she certainly wasn’t travelling with us on the band’s private jet. Nearly everyone else, except a few rotating members of the stage crew were all familiar to me. Lars found us both through the crowd with a secretive smile.

‘I haven’t told anyone why they’re here yet, just that you’re throwing a dinner party’ he explained. James nodded.

‘Can I get you a drink Hannah?’ Lars offered. He had already passed James a ginger beer after watching him look nervously at the bar. I distracted him with my warm hands on his chest.

‘You look so beautiful tonight’ he smiled, his eyes darted to my tits, loving that I was wearing a low cut black summer dress. My new diamond wedding ring sparkled even in the low light of the bar. I rested my hands on his shoulders and leant in to kiss him.

‘It’s been a perfect day James—I can’t wait to tell our friends’ I said softly. He agreed, and Lars returned at my side with a glass of coke.

‘Thank you’ I smiled. I eyed the blonde girl on Lars’ arm once more—she might’ve even looked familiar after all, I tried to think where I knew her from. She was the most glamourous woman I had ever seen Lars with.

‘Shall we tell everyone now?’ James asked me kindly.

‘Yes—I think so!’ I smiled. Lars made a crude wolf-whistle and the crew fell quiet. The bar was ours alone. James slipped his arm around my waist, checking my face again with a warm smile before making his announcement.

‘Today, Hannah and I got married! She’s now my beautiful wife’ he said. His eyes teased me playfully knowing my new title still seemed unbelievable to me. Kirk’s eyes boggled in surprise, but many others didn’t—it was largely expected amongst the crowd. ’So please enjoy a dinner with us tonight and lets have a great three weeks in South America!’

‘Wow!’ there was a cheer amongst friends. I pulled James aside before we sat down. I was laughing secretively and I wanted to share my joke with him.

‘What?’ he grinned back, his face was close to mine.

‘Don’t you think it’s funny that Lars has brought a call girl to our wedding reception!’ I grinned. James cast a look at the tall beautiful mystery blonde on his friend’s arm and laughed out loud in realisation.

‘Ssshh!’ I teased. We both laughed together until tears ran down James’ face in ridiculous laughter.

‘That’s so funny!’ he grinned. He wiped his eyes while he laughed at the irony of it.

‘I’ve told you that it was Lars’ idea, right? His idea for me to get a call girl when we visited London all those years ago?’ he revealed. ‘Lars is the queen of call girls!’ James explained, holding his belly as he laughed.

‘Don’t laugh!’ I grinned, trying to stop myself. ‘He’s thrown us this party!’ James nodded, knowing I was right. Lars questioned both our faces as we sat at the table together. James shook his head like it was nothing, and Lars’ blonde date was none-the-wiser. James took my hand under the table, leaning into my ear to speak.

‘I have a wedding present for you’ he whispered, pointing to the bar. I looked up in surprise to see my proud father standing there, smiling lovingly watching James and I as a married couple.

‘Daddy!’ I stood up in a rush, I had burst into tears at the sight of him. I still held my husband’s hand. ‘Thank you!’ I cried to James, he stood to hold me tightly for a moment before I left his side to greet my father.

‘How did you get here?’ I asked in amazement. Dad smiled.

‘James flew me in last night when he told me what he was planning’ he grinned. ‘I missed your ceremony today my flight was delayed, I’m so sorry honey’ he apologised. It didn’t matter, I was just pleased he was here. ‘I’m glad you messaged me, I was sitting in the airport lounge thinking of you when you did’ he admitted.

‘Oh Dad!’ I flung my arms around his neck and hugged him tightly again. I hadn’t seen him in almost two years and he hadn’t met our baby daughter.

‘Wait until you meet Chelsea! And Anthony is five now, he’s so big!’ I smiled. Dad nodded emotionally , he had tears running down his own face. James joined us, offering his hand to my father.
‘Glad you could make it, good to see you!’ he welcomed my Dad warmly.

‘Thank you for making my daughter so happy!’ he beamed at James. He wiped a few stray tears from under his glasses, I noticed his hair had turned silver since I had seen him last.

‘Come and sit with us’ James offered, he had already pulled up a chair beside mine for my Dad.

Lars began the toast.

‘To my best friend James and his love Hannah, who has already been in our lives for so long. I’m glad that you two have finally made it official. You have made James the happiest I have seen him in a very long time, and I know that you make him a better man. So tomorrow’s show should be the best of your career, Hetfield!’ Lars joked.

‘That’s if I get any sleep tonight!’ James laughed. My hand rubbed his thigh under the table.

‘We’ll let ya have a late call in the morning, alright-- 9am?’ Lars joked, knowing none of them ever got out of bed before 11am on tour. The band and crew laughed.

‘Cheers!’ Lars lifted his glass and the room followed suit.

I looked around the room at all our friends who shared this moment with us. James' blue eyes ran soft tears, and I had never been so happy in all my life.
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Awww it sucks that Hannah's Dad didn't make it for the ceremony! But James brought him over and awww :heart:
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Awww it sucks that Hannah's Dad didn't make it for the ceremony! But James brought him over and awww :heart:
Yeah! James did good, nice wedding present! :heart:

And her Dad meets Chelsea next for the first time and reveals a few family secrets...
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