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I'm The One Who Waits For You...; Metallica, Iron Maiden, James/OFC
Topic Started: November 24, 2009, 5:26 pm (66,494 Views)
Auluna Raie
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Hmm, dressing James Hetfield instead of UNdressing him? I'm not even a Hetfield girl and I would find that VERY difficult :biggrin
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She has to learn now how to dress him also. :biggrin James was funny at the last part! :lol:
Thank you! :heart:
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[fantasy]If you want an experienced nurse James, I'm your gal. 10 years of experience. You won't be disappointed.[/fantasy] :biggrin :biggrin :biggrin

I think we got 2 experimented nurses in the room *pointing at the writer*

That was cuuuuuuuuuute and funny, I loved it !!!!
Once again, the next chapter's gonna be hoooooooooot-ah ! :D
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Thanks Olya! :D
Very funny. Very Hetfieldish. :biggrin
Loved it !!
More, please.
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The undressing of James 'He of great big dirty mind' Hetfield.
The nurses bit was so James...
Likey me likey!
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Olyamet
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Jäger.....

Thanks for comments!
I really appreciate you like this story!
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Thank you to everyone!

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XIX. All That She Wants.





(Angel's POV)




Everyone stayed for James' welcome home party. Friends, food, booze, and music filled our house. Lars, Kirk, Steve and Adrian came with their girlfriends, Nicko with his wife, my brother, who was separated with his wife, showed up with a new girl, and Jason... well, he brought a fucking supermodel. A long-legged blonde in a short dress, with a smile that could set any man on fire, and pair of double Ds on her chest in a push up bra. Time to time I caught all the guys in the room checking her out. Boys will be boys...

I went to the kitchen to get more snacks and on the way back walked by a tall mirror that we had in the hall. I glanced at my reflection and stopped, setting the tray on the table. Let's see... the tight black jeans were looking good, thank God for long legs, still have the same figure... I turned and checked my ass... looks good too. Now the top part... yeah... no cleavage... tee shirt, a tight one, but still just a plain tee... and only a C cup. Why do I never put on something revealing... sexy? Always the same clothes... jeans and a tee, because I'm comfortable in it. I sighed.

No wonder my husband is having dirty thoughts about other women. Look at the girls at shows... barely dressed... flashing body parts. Look at the other women in the room, all dressed up.

“Whatcha doing, lil sis?” Bruce was standing in the doorway with a smile.

Shit! He saw me checking myself in the mirror... Oh God, he will never let go of it! Fuck...

“Nothing... just making sure everything is fine.” I fixed my hair and picked up the tray from the table.

“Hm... I don't know, is it?” He stepped out from the door and took the food from my hands.

“Yeah.. I guess...” I went back to the kitchen, hoping he would drop this talk, but he followed me.

“Angel, are you okay? What is this all about?” He put the tray on the kitchen table and helped himself to a piece of cheese.

“Nothing! Can't I look in the mirror?” I turned away and started to empty chips into a bowl.

“Okay, let's hear it, what happened?” He grabbed a few chips from the bowl and I smacked him on the hand.

“Get your hands off, it's for the guests!”

“I am a guest!” He stuffed hand full of chips in his mouth and mumbeled. “So... why're you checking yo-self in the mirror?”

“I was just fixing my hair.”

“Mmh, on your ass.” He giggled, choking on his food, and I quickly handed him a can of soda to wash his food down. He gulped it in, released a few more coughs.

“Bruce, just drop it okay, it was nothing...”

He wiped his mouth and looked at me.

“I think you're making something out of nothing. We all looked at her... it's there for everyone to see, it's in our faces, so we look, guys do that. He is a guy too...”

“I know, and it's fine... hell, even I looked... She's hot.” I tried to smile.

“You can beat her if you dress like that. You did it once, remember?”

“Yeah, I tried to look sexy-cool and Bret Michaels changed my mind.” I cackled. My memory took me back in time... my first show.

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I went shopping earlier that day and changed so many outfits before finally deciding on a pleaded short skirt, knee high boots, and a corset. I thought I looked great, just like all the models in the magazines. When I stepped out of my room, my brother gave me a dirty look, but didn't say anything. I packed my usual tee and jeans with army boots as a spare for the change after the gig and we left for the venue.

I was backstage, fixing the strap on my guitar when someone's hand swiped on my ass. I jumped and turned to look at who the fuck was so bold, and saw Bret from Poison. His make up covered face was smiling at me with a predatory smirk.

“Don't you know guitars are for boys and sexy girls like you are toys for the boys with the guitars.” His make up covered face was smiling at me with a predatory smirk.

“I didn't know you suppose to play with your dick, maybe if you use your fucking hands instead, you'll sound better!” I snapped back, giving him my best “fuck off” expression.

“Wow, kitty has claws and a dirty mouth! I love it!” His smirk grew wider. He grabbed my arm, reaching with his other hand for my ass, and my anger hit the roof.

“This kitty will mop the fucking floor with you, if you don't let go.”

He slowly released his grip, his eyes smirked at me and lipstick covered lips spat out.

“What, do you really think you'll come out on that fucking stage and everyone will think 'wow what a great guitar player'? They will look at your sexy body and wish you would move your fucking guitar away for a better view!”

“Fuck you!” I turned, walking away.

“Is that a promise? Anytime, anywhere babe!” He laughed to my back.

I went back to the dressing room and changed my clothes to a plain tee, jeans and boots. Then threw my sexy clothes into a trash can and washed my make up off.

*

I smiled, returning to a present day and Bruce returned my smile. “See, you don't like that kind of attention, but many women do.”

“You're a best brother ever, you always make me feel better, thank you.” I gave Bruce a small kiss on the cheek and picked up the tray. “Let's take this to the living room, before you eat it all.”

When the party finally ended, I cleaned the empty bottles from the kitchen table, then poor the leftovers into the fridge and walked back into the living room. My heart warmed up at the sight in front of me and I stopped, barely holding up a sigh. James and Kitty were sleeping on the couch, she laid on his chest and he held her close to him. Darker blond waves mix with lighter curls, two similar button noses, peacefully snoring... My babies... how much I love them!

Kitty moved in her sleep and James' arm tightened around her. I sat on the corner of the table and smiled. I could just sit here and watch them sleep, they're so cute together! How am I so lucky to have a family like that? Not in my wildest dreams would I have imagined back then we met this rough badass rocker as a family man. But there he is... holding his little girl in his arms... but then again, no one would ever think of me back then as a mother and a wife.

He gave me all that, all this happiness. I just hope he is as happy with me as I am with him. The words he said in the hospital floated in my mind “you never let me have any fun” he didn't mean it... did he? Did I make his life boring? Did I took away from him not giving much back? Would he be happier with a housewife, who's always at his side? I sighed.

Never ending touring gives us so little time together... all we have some times just a quick hookups in different countries, different hotels, not even hotels... some times we meet at the airports. One of us would fly in on our jet, the other drives to the airport, speeding to squeeze every possible minute out of time to be together. Lars even christened our jet 'Foker' for it's primary use. We meet, we jump each other hungry, then a few minutes of bliss in each other arms, trying to absorb as much of each other as we can and back into craziness of tour... Thank God for the rare family time fitting schedule, when we can be together for a few months at the time. I sighed again and pushed myself up off the table. I promise you baby, I'll try harder to make our life more fun.

The coffee table moved as I pushed up, empty bottles making clanking noise. Right... I need to finish cleaning it up. Fuck, I should've hired a maid! Hm.... a maid.... I smiled... and glanced at my husband. I have a surprise for you James... wanted to wait till your birthday, but what the hell, I'll just have to come up with different birthday present. I think it's time to get all you thoughts, dirty or not, back to your wife

I carefully picked Kitty up, and James arms slid to the side, he tossed getting comfortable, but didn't wake up. Just you wait baby.... just you wait... I smiled again, stepping to the stairs, carrying my daughter to her room. As I laid her in her bed, she opened her sleepy eyes and smiled at me.

“I love you Mommy.”

“Love you too, baby.” I pulled her clothes off, covering her with a blanket and she yawned, rubbing her eyes.

“Good night, Kitty” I kissed her head and she turned to her side, barely whispering back.

“Night..”

I turn the night light off and tiptoed out of her room, smiling on my way to my bedroom. I stepped into my closet, digging into the boxes. Now where did I hide it? Oh... yes... here it is! I just hope that James isn't too tired... should I wait until tomorrow? I giggled at my own thought. James too tired for sex? Right... hehehe...

I quickly changed and checked myself in the mirror. Wow... that is soooo... not me. This is just so.... fuck... I hope James likes it... it does fits perfectly for after the party... um... cleaning... Just a little adjustment right here.. I straightened up my stockings and glanced back into the mirror. There, now it's perfect! Where is the feather duster that came with it? Okay, dear husband, let's have some fun!

I walked downstairs to the living room, trying not to make any noise with my high heels. James was still on the couch, and I almost giggled thinking what reaction he would have when he's awake.

“Mister Hetfield!” I slowly tickled his face with the feather duster. He opened his eyes, blinked then sit up, breathing out something incoherent and I continued, putting as much of a French accent to my words as I could, smiling with a shy smile.

“Sorry, Mister Hetfield... sorry to wake you up, but Misses Hetfield told me to clean up this mess...”

James' face lit up with a grin, and he tried to catch me by my waist. Okay, he is fully... um.. awake, I see a very familiar feral look in his eyes... good... I guess he likes it!


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MetalSanta
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NOW LET'S HAVE SUM FUN !!!!!! :nannerwhip: :nanner4: :hump :D
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Ooh, naughty naughty! :nannerwhip: See, she's got nothing to worry about, she's even more sexy than those other women. :wink
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French maid outfit !! James will love it... :biggrin :P
Ok, now the action, please... :drool
MORE !!!
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I can't wait for the next chapter! :nanner:
I think James has to show her that she is perfect for him and he doesn't need anybody instead of her . :horns:
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Ooooh yuss! Let's go!!
Oh and Bret Michaels...
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Oh don't leave us hanging!
More please!!!! :drool :drool
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Jäger.....

Thanks girls!
Love you all!
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(James' POV)





Something soft tickled my face and I opened my eyes. Oh.... My.... fuck... am I dreaming? I blinked, but nothing changed.

Angel was standing above me with a feather duster in her hand, a low cut maids dress that ended high on her thighs, showing off her amazing legs in stockings and high heels. Oh... my... mmmnnhhhggsss....

My eyes coasted up her body, her breasts were barely covered and pushed together. Her hair was in the ponytail with a little white maid hat on and a white apron tied around her slim waist. And to top it all off, a French accent. Fuck yeah!

My hands immediately reached to her, but she stepped away and slowly bent down to the coffee table, putting glasses onto a tray. She moved to the side of the table and leaned my head to the left for better view. Uh... fuck... she's wearing a thong!!! Jack pot! I bit my lip, releasing a low growl.

”Come 'ere!”

“ Mister Hetfield, I can't, I have a lot of work to do.... all this...” She moved to the opposite side of the coffee table, spreading her arms over it and bending slightly forward and I almost swallowed my tongue. Mnnnhh... cleavage!!! Yes please!

“Angel!” My voice sounder horse and I tried to clear my throat. “I love you!”

“Oh... no... Mister Hetfield, trust me, I'm no angel...” Her eyes devilishly sparked at me.

“Mmmmnnnhhhh...” I seriously considered jumping over the damn coffee table. My whole body was burning in urgent want, mouth watered, groin jerked, filling up with increasing blood flow. This is my wife? I've never seen her dressed like this! Oh... God! This is all mine!

“Angel... please... upstairs...” Okay, I can't put two words together. I think all my blood just drained down lower, nothing left to feed my brain. I roughly got up, but she backed away from my arms once again. Dammit!!! I have to touch! Have to feel! I must have!

“You need my help with something upstairs?” She gave me an innocent look. God baby... you are so Hot! My wife is the hottest woman in the world!

“Mnnhhhh...” All I could breathe out.

She smiled at me and started to walk up the stairs, just out of my reach, and I followed her with my gaze trailed up her skirt. Oh.... my... what a view! I reached up, my leg skipped one step and I almost fell, grabbing onto the rail.

“Fuck!”

“Are you okay?” She turned and stepped down to help me and my hands immediately grabbed her ass.

“Mister Hetfield! You'll get me fired!” She tried to push my hands off, still playing the role.

“Oh noooo, you're here to stay!” I tried to catch her lips with mine and she pushed her hand against my chest, gasping in pretend shock of my actions.

“You can't!”

“Oh but I can... and I must!” I picked her up in my arms and flew over the last few steps, kicking the bedroom door open with my foot. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed my earlobe, whispering into my ear.

“Yeah... you must...”

I couldn't close the door and ended up just pushing it with her back, breathing out.

“Lock... please...”

“You'll have to let me down, baby.” She laughed at me and I very slowly let her slide down, feeling her body rubbing against mine. She turned the lock and I quickly pressed her against the door, gliding my hands over her body.

“Oh... how I hate these fucking bandages right now!”

My groin pulsated, pressing rhythmically to her body and she slid one of her legs to my hip, pulling me closer to her. My lips grasped the skin on her neck, ravishing, demanding, hands pulled the skirt of her dress up, groin pushed in, lips tore into hers, wanting more.

I pulled her to the bed as she slid her hands under my shirt and tugged it up while I was searching for the clasp of her dress. Zipper... fuck!!!! I desperately tried to get hold of the small tab, but bandage covered fingers refused to cooperate. Fuuuuuck!!!

“Angel... my hands... I can't...” I breathed out, letting her go and ripping my shirt off.

She push me to sit on the bed and smiled, stepping between my legs. My hands slid on her thighs, finding their way under her skirt. Fucking bandages!

She reached back, pulling the zipper on her dress down and sliding it of her shoulders. Oh... my... so... sexy... I gripped to the bottom of the dress, slowly slipping it off and to the floor, while my lips followed fabric, nibbling on her skin.

I pulled back to enjoy the sight in front of me. Lacy black bra... garter belt... stockings... oh dear God... she's pure sex!

I slowly turned her in my arms and she giggled.

“Want a better view?” She arched her back and I swallowed. Oh... yes... amazing view!

“Mnnnhhh... all this... is just...” My hands moved to her hips and I pulled her closer, my lips touching the soft skin on her ass and I sank my teeth in with a growl.

She winced and turned her head back to me. “Hungry?”

“For you, always!” I noticed small ties on the sides of the thong and pulled it with my teeth.

She slowly pulled it off from behind the garters and lightly bend forward, throwing it to the side. My groin painfully pulsated, reminding me that I still have my pants on.



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I fucking LOVE your James POVs.
Like a lot.
My cheeks are all red and stuff omg.
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*takes a drag off of cigarette* not bad at all...
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