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| I'm The One Who Waits For You...; Metallica, Iron Maiden, James/OFC | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: November 24, 2009, 5:26 pm (66,493 Views) | |
| namenlos | March 20, 2010, 2:02 am Post #226 |
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The Daft To Your Punk
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| Kimmi | March 20, 2010, 3:20 am Post #227 |
Outlaw Torn
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Thanks Olya! You just made my cranky morning mood a lot better. More, please !!! |
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| elena | March 20, 2010, 4:52 am Post #228 |
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Thank you for this hot chapter! I need more!
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| Kitty | March 20, 2010, 6:48 am Post #229 |
Frantic
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That was so .Thanks for the update! More, please!!!
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| Olyamet | March 20, 2010, 3:45 pm Post #230 |
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Jäger.....
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Um... they are not done.. Yet... lol Here is the rest. Enjoy! (Continue of James' POV) I moved my hands to my closure and growled with impatience. “I really hate this shit on my hands!” “Oh.. but it gives me more power over you!” She turned around with a wicked smile and slid into my lap, covering my face with soft kisses. “Tease...” A moan rose up from the depth of my chest. I pulled her closer and kissed her chest, my tongue reaching between her tits as she curved her back. My cock was trying to find a way out, pushing against my pants. Uh... this hurts... need to get it free... “Angel... if you don't help me to get my jeans off... I'll end up ripping them...” She pulled back and bit her lip, smiling. “Lay back...” She pushed against my chest and rubbed her hand on my hardness, I moaned raising my hips up. “Oh... God... you're killing me here...” She smiled and slowly popped the button open, my hips flew up again, hands pulled on her forearms shaking with eagerness. She slowly teased my zipper down and I growled in protest of her taking too long to release my aching flesh. She giggled when my shaft sprung out, feeling oh-so-needed freedom and I raised my hips, letting her slide my jeans down as she traced kisses on my twitching stomach. “Oh... feels so good...” I whispered, arching my body under her touch. “I think I can make you feel better...” Her lips danced around my throbbing flesh, sending shivers of anticipation through my body. “Oh... yes...” My hands unconsciously pulled her head closer, guiding her onto me, and she eagerly took me in with a soft moan, that resonated through my hardness, making me shake in pleasure. I pressed my head into the pillow and buckled my hips against her. My eyes caught movement on the side and I turned, looking at the mirror on the dresser. Her body was in full side view as she stood on her knees over me, working my length. God... that is so hot! My eyes roamed over her perfect frame, legs sill covered in black stockings, garter belt on her hips. Her mouth was sliding up and down my cock, my hands pushing her firmly in an increasing rhythm. Pleasure filled my body and I tried to fight back the strong need to come... no... not yet. “My turn...” I moaned and pulled her off to the side. She smiled, bent her back, opening the clasp of her bra, and I pulled it off before throwing it aside. Her hands seductively slid over her stomach, teasing me, then moved to her groin and to the thighs, parting them for me and I dove in. My body covered hers, hands ran to her tits, unwrapped finger tips closed on her nipple as palms pushed softness in, squeezing it. Oh... how much I wanted to feel it all in full! My cock pulsated against her groin and she pulled me closer whispering. “I want you in me...” “Oh... baby...” I growled, entering her solidly and thrusting into that wonderful warmth, eager to obey her. She parted her legs more, letting me deeper and I pulled her hips up, raising up between her legs and letting her prop her foot against my shoulder. I pushed in and felt the heel of her shoe digging into my skin. Oh... fuck... that is so... mmnn... My mind lost all control, letting my body get lost moving in absolute ecstasy. I pulled her hips closer to me with every thrust, standing on my knees and plunging into her with force. Our bodies became one, every push was answered with a moan, eyes hungry for each other met and locked, watching each other's face. Small drops of sweat were shining on her skin, her moans filled the air, her lips flashed, moving to a perfect 'o' and her dewy eyes met my gaze, igniting fire in my blood. My movements increased in speed as I felt her tighten around me cock in approaching orgasm. “Uh... James!” She yelled with her release, shuddering and thrashing in my arms. I quickly picked her up by the waist, turning her and pushing her onto her hands and knees and ram back in pulling her hips to me. My thrusts became fast, rough and deep, hands hold her in place, breathing became shallow gasps. She spread her legs, pushing back and I exploded into steaming climax, coming hard deep inside of her with a loud growl. “Oh... fuck...” I fell on top of her, pulling her body with mine to the side and gasped for air, feeling lightheaded and drained. “I love you... you can't imagine... just how much I love you!” I breathed out with a satisfied smile on my face “So you like my kind of fun?” She turned in my arms and moved my hair from my face. “Like it? No... I love it!” I rolled onto my back, pulling her with me and wrapped her arms around my neck. “Well, you asked for it...” She kissed my lips. “I've never seen you dress like this... this was so unbelievably hot!” “I must admit, it was fun, seeing you wanting me so much again.” She pushed against my chest, looking into my eyes. “I always want you!” I laughed, but she didn't join me. “Even when I'm wearing a tee and jeans?” She pulled away and slid aside. “Angel, you can wear anything you want, it doesn't change what I see when I look at you.” I pulled her back to me, looking deep into her eyes, which were still dilated with pleasure. “I see you, my Angel, my wife, my love, the mother of my child, my dream woman. Your smile warms up my insides. One touch from you makes my blood boil and makes my heart race... and I love those tight jeans on you! I was just thinking about it earlier at the party.” My lips brushed against her neck, enjoying the softness of her skin. “What were you thinking about?” “I was glad that you never dress too... um.. revealing... like some other women...” “Like Jason's trophy?” Her hand pulled on my hair. “So tell me, what were you thinking when you looked at her?” “You will laugh if I tell you...” I sank my teeth into her neck and she giggled, tightening up her grip on my hair. “Okay, okay! I thought that if you ever dressed like that I'd have to start carrying a shotgun, so I could shoot anyone who looked at you...” She let go of my hair and tilted my chin up, nibbling on my lower lip. “Did you thought that before or after you undressed and fucked her in your mind?” “What? I would never!” I caught her lips with mine and she pushed back smiling. “You're such a liar! God only knows why I love you so much...” |
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| Kimmi | March 20, 2010, 4:04 pm Post #231 |
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Uhhh... that was hot stuff !! Thanks Olya ! Gotta go wipe the drool off my laptop now... |
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| Kitty | March 20, 2010, 4:26 pm Post #232 |
Frantic
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I just....
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| elena | March 20, 2010, 4:33 pm Post #233 |
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Outlaw Torn
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HOTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT Men are always stupid.
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| Auluna Raie | March 20, 2010, 6:10 pm Post #234 |
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Shark-Tastic!
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*feels wrist* Nope, no pulse. If anyone needs me, I'll be up on with Ina taking harp lessons...
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| namenlos | March 20, 2010, 6:43 pm Post #235 |
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The Daft To Your Punk
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God... damn... ![]() *done for* |
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| Oh Hell | March 21, 2010, 6:08 pm Post #236 |
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Outlaw Torn
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Eeeeeeeek! I wanna steal him for myseeeelf! That was so amazingly hot. The last bit made me giggle. |
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| Olyamet | March 21, 2010, 6:18 pm Post #237 |
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Jäger.....
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Thanks girls! Love you! More. XX. Can I play with madness? (Lars' POV) Three weeks after the accident, James' arms were feeling good enough to jam. We gathered in the studio and just enjoyed each others company. It was so great to see our band back together. The first few songs James was swearing at his hands, but later he got pulled into the group energy and just ignored the pain. We played some old shit and a few new songs. Finally, James had enough and took his guitar off. “That's it, I can't even feel my fucking fingers!” He dropped onto the couch. ”I don't think I can play a whole gig, not yet...” “It's only been a few weeks, give it more time!” Jason took his bass off and grabbed a bottle of beer. “Or we could get somebody to play your part, just to redo that show in Canada.” I mumbled through the towel, I was wiping the sweat off my face with, and almost immediately bit my tongue. Fock... I can't believe I said it out-loud. I lowered my head, waiting for James to blow up, but nothing happened and I look back at him. He was fixing his gloves with no sight of anger on his face. Everyone grew quiet and I noticed Kirk's face tensed up, Jason's hand with a beer froze midway to his lips, everyone was waiting on James' answer. “We can... have anyone in mind?” He looked very calm. What the fock is happening? Did James actually liked this crazy idea? Okay... “Well, that person would have to be able to focking keep up with our speed, and play well. Also, he'd have to know our shit... it will take too focking long to teach someone... and we have to like that person.” I sat on the couch by James. “Know anyone like that?” “Yeah... a few guys.” James' voice didn't show any negative emotions. Okay... so he's fine with this... shit... I never through about it further, since I had no doubt, he'd kill the idea. “Who are we choosing from?” I threw the towel over my neck and leaned forward. The door opened after a short knock and Angel's face peeked in. “Hi guys! I'm sorry, I don't want to interrupt you...” “Hey, baby!” James' face lit up, and he jumped up to greed his wife. I was always amazed how his expression changed every time he saw her. They'd been together for how long? And I could still read it in his eyes... love. “Hey, Angel!” Kirk and I said almost in unison, and Jason quickly pulled his bottle down, spilling his beer. He jumped up, shaking it off, face blushed as he quickly turned away, pulling his bass on top of the speaker. Now that is hilarious, I mean we all known her for ever, she'd became a part of our family, and he was the only one still shy around her! Hey! We all know her for a long time, we all like her, aaaand she's a guitarist... aaaand knows our shit! That's it! She's perfect! I jumped up with wide smile. “I think we focking have a winner! What'cha think James?” I gave him a wink, pointing at Angel's back and he smiled wide, pulling her into a hug and giving me a nod. (Angel's POV) I was driving Kat to her friend's birthday party and discovered that my phone was missing. I was planning to get directions from the birthday girl's mother. I searched in my pockets, my purse, the passenger's seat, and the bag with the present, finding nothing. Shit... or maybe... Weak thoughts jumped in my head, tempting. So... since I have no way of getting directions... we'll have to go all the way back home, to use the phone there, by that time the party will be half way through, by the time we get there it will be almost over, shortening my time with crazy kids and their no less crazy mothers to almost nothing. I glanced at the rear view mirror and saw Kat's smiling face. Fuck. I'm horrible mother. This is my baby friend's birthday and I she wants to be there and she was so happy that I'm going with her. Bad enough James bailed on this, now I'm looking for the way to get out too. No. We're going. Now think were you can find a fucking phone. Okay... let's start with my cell... the last time I used it was... this morning, when James was leaving. I walked with him to his car in the garage while talking to my brother.... then I hung up... then... me and James started kissing... then he pulled me in the car... my phone was still in my hand since my robe didn't have any pockets... then we... I smiled. It has to be in his car... somewhere... I turned the wheel, speeding to the needed street and sighed. I hated to bug James when he's working with his friends, hated to interrupt, but I needed that fucking phone. When I pulled into a parking lot of the studio and I turned to Kat, pulling key out of ignition. “Kitty, I'll be back in one second, okay? Don't open doors or windows and don't come out.” “Kay Mom, I won't.” She smiled at me and I came out of my car, quickly walking to the entrance. I've been here many time before and knew my way around. I didn't hear music and breathed out in relief. Good at least I won't interrupt them in the middle of jamming. I knocked on the door, opening it and looking inside. Oh good, they just drinking beer. “Hi guys! I'm sorry, I don't want to interrupt you...” “Hey, baby!” James jumped up, walking to me with a smile. “Hey, Angel!” other guys' voices followed. James pulled me into a hug, and I smiled feeling his hands slide over my waist. “I think we focking have a winner! What'cha think James?” I heard Lars voice behind my back and felt James nod. I guess they were in the middle of something.. shit.. okay, I'll make it quick. “James, I left my phone in your car this morning...” I started, and James pulled me closer, whispering into my ear. “You left something else in my car... I put them in the glove compartment...” “Oh.. yeah...” I giggled. “Well, if you give me your keys, I'll get.. um... everything, and bring keys right back.” “It's my trophy! It stays with me, as for the phone... you can have it back if you say 'yes'.” His eyes secretly sparkled. “What ever it is, Yes. Now can I please have my phone, we're already late for the birthday party.” “You can't take that 'yes' back you know, I have three witnesses.” He pulled the keys out of his pocket, dangling them in his hand. And I was about to turn when I saw Lars wicked grin behind James back. Wait... what did I just say yes to? Oh, well, I have no time to find it out now, I have to run. (Jason's POV) When James came back to the studio, he still had his catty smile on. “You didn't focking tell her did you?” Lars sat up on the couch. James grabbed himself a beer and dropped on the couch with a smirk. “Nope, not yet... she can't back out now. You all like her, right?” “Is that a trick question? If I say yes, you'll hurt me, if I say no, you'll hurt me.” Lars laughed. “I think this will be fucking great!” Kirk looked very exited. “There is no one who knows our shit better! She is perfect!” James stretched his legs out on the couch. She is. I lowered my eyes. Yeah James, just rub it in my face... you lucky son of a bitch, and out-loud. “It will be one hell of a gig!” I pulled my beer to my lips, my eyes traveled to my bass and a memory took me back in time... nineteen eighty-seven... the beginning of my misery... Of course I knew about Irons, I liked their music, I even saw them life once, but I was way in the back of the crowd and too busy headbanging to pay closer attention to the stage. When I met Angel for the first time, I thought that she was the coolest girl I'd ever seen. She breathe and live music, she was full of fire, her smile was unbelievably contagious and I found myself drawn to her. But all that was just a crush, normal reaction to a beautiful girl, until... Steve and I were jamming in the tuning room, just rough bass madness with subwoofer tremors shaking your every cell. Angel came in and watched us horsing around, laughing at our imitations of some known bass players. Steve always used his fingers and I was more of a pick player, he told me to try it his way and when my fingers pulled on the top string it snapped. Sharp pain right above my right eye followed, burning tears out of my eyes, and I gripped to my face, cursing. Angel jumped up, pulling my hands away, asking where it hurts, her hands gasped my face and through my tears I saw her eyes right in front of me. They moved closer, dismissing everything else and the world slowed down. I felt her fingers pushing right below my eyebrow, I saw her lips move in slow motion, but my mind didn't register words, held hostage by her green gaze. My heart pulled, shaking on the edge of the green abyss, and dove in. The pain had melted away together with the rest of me, I couldn't hear anything or answer anything, I was gone, drowned in deep green sea... The green oceans rendered, moving away as Steve's hand shoved something cold to my face, dropping me down to Earth from my stupor, and I breathed in, feeling my body pulsating in low shuddering bass tremors, only no one was playing. “Just hold that there, it'll stop the bleeding... then we can use the superglue... shit I know I have it here somewhere...”Angel was digging into her backpack, Steve was changing the broken string on my bass, asking me if it hurts a lot and telling me that this was the way he got his scar, and I was standing there with my heart jumping somewhere in my throat and willing to rip every string on my bass, and go through that pain again and again for one green gaze. A few days later we were at a wild as usual party, lots of booze, lots of girls to choose from. But I barely even looked at any of them, my heart was pulling me to Angel. I decided that today, would be the day. Today I'd ask her out. I worked up my nerves, and my eyes found Angel in the crowd as she was walking to the door. Now! I just needed to follow her and finally open up my heart. I quickly got up, keeping my eyes on her figure. When her hand landed on the door handle she turned, her eyes stopped on something, her face turned sad for a second and I read pain in her gaze, before she lowered her head, stepping out. What upset her so much? What was she looking at? With those thoughts I made my way through the drunk, loud crowd to the exit. When I got to the door I found the direction she had looked in. Dead ahead of my view I saw James with a half naked groupie in his lap. His face was buried in the girl's boobs, one hand holding an almost empty bottle of whiskey and the other under the blond's skirt. This was what she saw... this was what upset her? She got upset because she... she liked him? But I... I... I drew air into my lung and felt my heart flopping down, like a cut tree. Some one's drunk face floated from the side, hysterically shaking with laughter. I felt the need to run... need for the fresh air. I turned, opening the door and quickly stepped out. I breathed in again and froze. Angel was siting with her back to the opposite wall, legs bent and drawn to her chest, head on top of her folded on top of her knees forearms. I breathed out and felt my heart painfully squeeze. “Are you okay?” Stupid question flew off my lips. She picked up her amazing eyes to me and I saw traces of tears on her cheeks before she quickly wiped her face with her sleeve, pulling a weak smile to her lips. “Yeah... I'm just a bit drunk...” She pushed herself away from the wall, standing up and I barely held myself form gripping into her shoulders and pulling her to me with a loud cry, 'I'm here, forget him, I love you!' “I'll just... I think I'll go to my room.” She smiled and I held my breath, swallowing my internal scream and feeling my head spin. Mind seized in override figuring out what to say. Go with her... walk with her... talk, make her feel better, make her smile, make her forget him. Go! Fingers tightened to the fists and lips breathed out flat words. “I'll walk with you...” Mind jump in panic, lips pushed out weak. “If you want me to...” Her eyes returned to mine, someone opened the door, pushing me forward, green pools got closer but moved to something behind my back and I saw James' reflection in her eyes. His voice growled behind me. “Outta my fucking way, Newkid!” His hand pushed my back as he drunkenly stumbled pass us on his way to the restroom. Angel lowered her eyes, then looked back at me. “I don't want you to miss the party, I'll be fine, I'll see you tomorrow.” I just stood there, watching her walking away with one thought in my mind. Jason you're too late... I really believed back then that if I would've asked her out in the beginning of the tour things would've been different. Only yars later, when they were already married, I found out that I never had a chance. Her heart was his before I met her, before I joined Metallica. Still, I couldn't let go, I couldn't pull myself out of it. Wishing without the hope... wanting to be him, just to have her looking at me like she looked at him... just for one day... I looked at James' smirking face and gulped my beer in. Don't go there Jason. Her heart was always his... and always will be... Just put her out of your mind. You did it all this years, bury your misery back deep in your heart, very deep. |
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| Oh Hell | March 21, 2010, 6:27 pm Post #238 |
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Oh don't you go there Newsted, he'll knock seven fucking bells out of you! At the least! Ugh you silly boy. *shakes head* |
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| Kimmi | March 21, 2010, 6:28 pm Post #239 |
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Great !! I wonder how she reacts when she finds out what they've planned. :horns2 And oh yeah... poor Jason. Angel is quite a heartbreaker.
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| elena | March 22, 2010, 3:18 am Post #240 |
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They trick her! But I hope she will be happy with the decission. :horns2 WOW,so Jason loves her.That's not good.But I can't blame him,she is great.
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with Ina taking harp lessons...



8:39 PM Jul 10