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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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| jaymzbabe | January 6, 2013, 5:58 pm Post #511 |
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| Auluna Raie | January 6, 2013, 8:36 pm Post #512 |
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| -DJ- | January 25, 2013, 10:57 am Post #513 |
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| Deleted User | January 25, 2013, 7:51 pm Post #514 |
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I haven't forgotten my darlings! I've just been busy over the holidays. I have more ready to post soon, so expect some updates in the next day or so.
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| Deleted User | January 27, 2013, 12:26 am Post #515 |
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Our chartered yacht had brought us ashore to the berth, and James had lifted me over the side carrying me through waist deep water, ashore to the sand. He unzipped my wetsuit on the beach with a teasing laugh. We had spent the best part of the hot afternoon scuba diving along the Island’s coral reef. I peeled the thick black rubber suit down to my waist, adjusting my white bikini top carefully. I slid the suit down my legs, leaning on him for balance. James smiled, his eyes were all mine. He held his shirt in his hand, his pale skinned was blistering red from the hot sun. He took my wetsuit and hung it over his arm as we walked up the beach. ‘Did you enjoy that?’ he asked with a smile. I read his eyes through his dark lenses. He had surprised me with the idea. ‘It was amazing! The colours, the fish! And that massive sting ray!’ I still couldn’t believe what an amazing experience it had been. James kissed me on the beach, his mouth made around my throat and kissed down the length of my neck. ‘Shall we head back?’ his head motioned down the beach towards our private villa. It was 5pm and the sun was still high in the sky. I nodded warmly and he led me by the hand back up the beach. We paused, turning over shells in the golden sand as we walked. ‘I love these’ I paused, stopping to pick up a tall curled hermit crab shell. James inspected the white shell in my hand. ‘Oh fuck, the crab’s still in there!’ he yelled. I made a short panicked scream, dropping the shell in fright to the ground. He bawled with sudden laughter holding his belly, his wide grin showing his teeth. ‘I was just kidding!’ he grinned. He picked it up from the sand. I thumped his arm jokingly, I should’ve known better. He tackled my waist, lifting me into his arms. ‘Too easy!’ he laughed. I wrapped my legs around his torso and my arms around his neck and he held my back with both his strong arms. ‘I have another surprise for you when we get back’ he grinned. I slid down his torso and we stood together on the beach, watching the sun sparkle across the tropical blue water. ‘This is magical’ I said quietly. James agreed. He turned his head to look behind him as though there were someone watching, but we seemed quite alone on the beach. I smoothed his bare shoulder in reassurance. ‘It’s so nice to be alone…to not be watched’ he smiled. His fingers combed my long wet blonde hair down my back. His fingers paused on the knot holding my string bikini to my back. His face turned into a naughty tease and I let his hand pull the tie loose. He smiled as his eyes admired my bare chest in the sun. His warm mouth took a long kiss on mine, his hands sliding around my waist. His mouth turned excited as my bare chest touched his. ‘A cool shower?’ he suggested, his mouth panting. I nodded, and we turned and made the last 200metres to our villa. Inside, we made straight for the bathroom. He turned on the cold shower, washing out his salty board shorts and flicking my bikini top over the glass shower wall. ‘Panties!’ he grinned suggesting I should hand them over. He eyed my bikini bottoms as we stepped into the shower together. His hands made straight for the gold bead ties on my hips. He pulled them loose and washed them in the stream of water, twisting them out and adding them to the shower wall. His mouth made back to mine with a desperate breath as his hand smoothed up my thigh, hooking my knee around his hip. He pulled my body into his and kissed me desperately with clear purpose. We skidded a little on the marble floor, the two of us sharing the same small space. He stopped his tease carefully, he knew perhaps he should wait for the bedroom. His hands caressed my tits the way he had been wanting to all afternoon. ‘God you look amazing!’ he begged, observing my body naked. His left hand pumped his erection excitedly. My hand reached for the mixer, turning the water off behind us. I led him to the bathroom vanity in front of the mirror. It was large enough to be a bench. He read my mind, lifting me onto it, and I wrapped my legs around his hips as he fed me his hard erection. He pushed in fast, pulling my hips towards him. I looped my hands around his neck and let my own frantic screams go, my voice echoing in the bathroom. He made a series of frantic moans, enjoying our second session of the day. ‘Ohh shit Hannah!’ he moaned. He bent over my body, his hips doing all the work to race me along to his rhythm. After a few minutes more of his frantic race, he lifted me into his arms in the same gesture we had on the beach, wrapping my legs around his torso, he lifted me up and down on his hard cock, bouncing me in his arms. I loved his strong body, and I let him know my delight. ‘James!’ I cried, I panted his name as he jolted my body up and down him. He paused, holding me still and thrusting his cock fast inside me. ‘Ohhh God yeah!’ he gargled, his head rolling back. After holding me for a long while, he set me down and I stood with him, tugging his cock in my hand as we kissed. He sat on the end of the bath, encouraging me into his lap. ‘Darling I want to come so hard’ he babbled, his mouth was panting hard in the heat. I nodded frantically sitting in his lap, I rode him hard as I always did, rolling my hips into him. Soon his face closed tight in concentration, his mouth dropped open in suspense. ‘Oh God! Oh yeah….I’m gonna come!’ he shouted. I rode his waves of excitement, reading his face as best I could, knowing his delight would soon take hold. His hands held my butt tightly, squeezing me harder as his body stiffened. ‘Jesus!’ he gasped, his hips thrusting hard. He choked an open moan, rocking me hard up his torso as his orgasm hit him in waves. We rode it out together for a while longer, his body releasing his tension. ‘That was part one of the surprise’ his face grinned, as his first cogent words came out of his mouth post-orgasm. I grinned and he stood, sliding me from his lap. ‘I have something being set up for us outside, so by the time you’re dressed it should be ready’ he smiled cryptically turning his bare arm, pretending to look at his watch. He made a hearty dig at my indecision at what to wear. I asked him for a hint. ‘Should I wear something nice?’ I asked unsure of his surprise. ‘If you like’ he kissed warmly. ‘I’m going to uh, go ahead and check on things so take your time, come downstairs when you’re ready’ he smiled. I nodded, taking a thick white towel and wrapping it around myself as he left the bathroom. I shaved my legs as I heard him dress and head downstairs. I was curious as to what he had planned for us tonight. |
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| Auluna Raie | January 27, 2013, 7:24 am Post #516 |
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Shark-Tastic!
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| Deleted User | January 27, 2013, 9:36 am Post #517 |
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James had dressed in a plain white cotton shirt and grey shorts. It was a hot evening, and the hotel staff were setting up a gazebo outside, arranging a single square table underneath it, setting up for a romantic dinner for two on the sand just outside the villa. James emerged down the path that lead to the beach, smiling at the waiter. ‘Is six o’clock still alright, Sir?’ he asked. James nodded. ‘Yes, absolutely, I’m just coming down to see how you’re getting on. His eyes and searched the makeshift bar the buckets of ice were forming beside the table. ‘Can I have a glass of champagne now please?’ he asked quickly. ‘Certainly, Sir’ the waiter replied, lifting a tall thin flute from the tray. ‘Will your wife be having Champagne too?’ he questioned. James shook his head. ‘No, just an early glass for me’ he explained nervously. He knew he shouldn’t be down here, he knew it. The smooth taste tantalised him: four bottles of Dom Perignon lay cooling in the ice. He drank the first glass quickly in two nervous mouthfuls. ‘Can I try another—one of those 76’ vintage, please?’ he asked. He grinned at himself, acting as though his excuse for a second glass was entirely for the experience. The waiter obeyed eagerly, pouring a second glass which James savoured politely, before tilting the glass back and letting the golden liquid slide down his throat in one long mouthful. ‘Thank you!’ he smiled. His hands shook nervously as though he’d taken a large shot of adrenalin. ‘That’s all, please can you take the bottles inside? My wife and I don’t drink’ he explained badly. He realised his request was confusing but the waiter complied. ‘Certainly, Sir’ he agreed. James felt his forehead brim with sweat as the champagne blended in his system. He had got away with it! Hannah had not seen him, and now all trace of it was gone. He took a nervous gulp of cold water to wash the taste from his mouth. He stood looking towards the ocean, wiping his forehead with his arm as though his sweat band were there. The rush invigorated him, he felt like he could play a gig right now, or run a lap of the beach. His chest was beating faster than it had in a long time. Hannah had never seen him drink, he had been sober for 11 years give or take a few beers the week they had ended their engagement years ago. She would never have to know. He turned as he heard the sound of her feet on the path behind him. ‘Hey!’ he smiled in a wide breath. I had the feeling I had taken James by surprise. I linked my hand around his forearm as he looked out towards the sea. I had seen the table set behind us. He smiled, taking in the sight of my long blonde hair that was straightened and out loose, and the long white halter-neck beach dress. His eyes had checked the curves of my chest as he welcomed me with a loving smile. ‘Hannah!’ he whispered, leaning in for a kiss. ‘You look beautiful’ he smiled. He took my hand and led me to my seat. We sat parallel to the ocean, facing each other under the canopy that shielded us from the hot sun. James smiled nervously, reaching across the table for my hand. I appreciated his romantic gesture, even after all the years I had known him, he still like to act as though we were dating. ‘I keep having these moments, these flashes….’ he started emotionally, ‘I was thinking just then, when you arrived, and I remember that we’re married!’ he smiled. He gulped hard and I smiled, nodding. ‘I know!’ I sighed. James shifted his feet nervously under the table. I thought he seemed a little out of sorts. ‘Are you okay?’ I asked, squeezing his hand. I noticed his fingers holding mine were wet with sweat. ‘Just, a bit warm’ he apologised, wiping his hand on his jeans. He took the glass of water in front of him and drank it nervously. ‘What would you like to start?’ he asked, opening the menu. ‘Anything’ I smiled. I wasn’t concerned. I closed my menu and offered him my trusting smile. ‘You order, surprise me’ I said kindly. Two waiters stood either side of our private table. James nodded in their direction and they approached our table. ‘Two salads, two prawn cocktails’ he ordered quickly, his eyes flicked straight back to mine. He turned his head to the side a little to watch the waiter leave us in private before he spoke. ‘I’ve been thinking about Chelsea and Anthony, I wonder how your Dad is getting on with them back home?’ James thought outloud. Neither of us could call from where we were without cell phone reception. ‘We could find internet access tomorrow?’ I suggested. James’ eyes were welling up like I had only seen a few times before. I stood from the table and slid into his lap. ‘Are you sure everything’s ok?’ I asked him. His chest raced and his shirt was stuck to his back with sweat. He cleared his throat nervously. ‘Fine’ he kissed nervously. I noticed his lips trembled as he did. My hand smoothed his chest and he relaxed as I sat in his lap in his arms. ‘I love you, James’ I whispered delicately into his ear. He turned his face to mine, resting his cheek on my shoulder. I remembered him at the end of the previous leg of the tour, he had been tired and emotional just as he was now. ‘Would you like to get a massage tomorrow?’ I asked him quietly. He breathed deeply and nodded, his face returning to a warm smile from where it has rested on my chest. ‘That sounds good’ he smiled. His fingers intertwined mine, smoothing my new wedding ring. His face brightened in thought. ‘The Cowboys are in the playoffs tomorrow’ he smiled thinking of Castor. ‘You should call him’ I suggested, standing from his lap as our food arrived. James nodded, I had observed his change of mood, hoping it was simply his lack of energy. ‘He messaged me last week, apparently Francesca has taken over their wedding preparations completely’ James explained lifting his fork to his mouth. I paused in amazement. I almost spoke against his ex-wife before shaking my head. James agreed with my silent notion. ‘How’s Neil doing?’ I asked him. James swallowed and lifted his glass of water to his lips. ‘Good last time I heard, Castor was doing better with him too’ James smiled. ‘Excellent!’ I exclaimed and James’ expression warmed. James pulled his phone from his pocket and snapped photos of the water and the beach as the sun set. ‘It’s so amazing, just being alone with you’ he said again. ‘No paparazzi, just you and me’ he smiled brushing my knee with his fingers under the table. |
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| -DJ- | January 27, 2013, 10:07 am Post #518 |
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| jaymzbabe | January 27, 2013, 11:42 am Post #519 |
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| Auluna Raie | January 27, 2013, 4:11 pm Post #520 |
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Shark-Tastic!
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*tsk tsk* James...
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| Deleted User | January 27, 2013, 7:52 pm Post #521 |
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Well, those of you who know me as a writer, know that I don't keep plot bunnies fluffy for long. James has been under a lot of stress and he's had several temptations to drink the past few times he's been on tour. So now, while there's alcohol abound he's finally given in to temptation. Hannah has never delt with him drinking before, so she doesn't know what he's like when he's drunk and when he's hiding it. Stay tuned!
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| Deleted User | January 27, 2013, 7:54 pm Post #522 |
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Oh James. Hopefully he won't destroy his honeymoon...
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| Deleted User | January 27, 2013, 7:54 pm Post #523 |
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Yep!
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| Deleted User | January 27, 2013, 9:46 pm Post #524 |
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At 3am he woke, sitting upright in bed. He tried to shake the thoughts he’d been having. He was recalling the smooth, sweet taste of the champagne, twice now he’d snuck two glasses. He’d asked the waiter earlier to return the two opened bottles to their fridge inside. Now, he wrestled with his thoughts. It burned a hole in his psyche: they were there waiting for him. His eyes flicked to Hannah’s sleeping body. His wife was a princess, a beautiful woman whom he knew he couldn’t live without. Their two babies were at home in LA, they’d see them again in only three days. His fingers reached out to her blonde hair that trailed across her pillow. He stroked her sleeping face with the back of his hand. The two of them were in a place he had never thought they might be: finally married after all this time. He gulped hard, his eyes watering, tears ran fast down his face. He shook his head, beckoning this thoughts to go away—the champagne, his demons, the thoughts he’d had about his failed assistant Kelly…he had overcome those. He had managed to keep Hannah in his mind and stay faithful, he was skilled enough to know to recognise his demons and he knew the champagne downstairs was just another one of them. He closed his eyes tightly in thought: a strong persuasive part of him still wanted to run downstairs in stealth and enjoy the rest of the two large bottles. He had already calculated in his head that if he drank them now, he could sleep it off in another five hours when Hannah woke. He curled his hands into fists, punching his pillow in frustration. His tears ran harder as he sat huddled over in bed. ‘James: you know what this is’ he heard. Francesca’s voice was still in his head, she had been the one who had talked him through his night sweats before when he woke up like this, unable to control himself. It alarmed him that even after only four glasses of champagne he had lost his ability to think—he wasn’t drunk, but more dangerously lucid and armed. He didn’t trust himself to sleep, he didn’t trust himself downstairs. He stood from the bed, admiring his sleeping wife. He crept into the bathroom and lifted the internal phone, he dialed 1. ‘Yes Mr Hetfield?’ the voice answered immediately. ‘Please remove the champagne from downstairs, all of it. Please’ he begged. His voice wobbled and he rubbed his eyes hard with his fingers. ‘Of course, Sir’ and the line went dead. He sat frozen in the bathroom on the marble seat for a minute longer waiting for the sound of the service staff downstairs. The door clicked open and a minute later it closed again. He breathed a sigh of relief. It was gone. He returned to bed as quietly as he could. Hannah had not stirred, she lay still where she was, breathing silently. He slid up against her body, spooning her back with his chest, wrapping his arm around her middle. He kissed her neck pressing his lips against her skin for a long moment. ‘I love you’ he murmured. |
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| jaymzbabe | January 27, 2013, 10:07 pm Post #525 |
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