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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 (66,506 Views) | |
| corpsebride | November 28, 2009, 12:54 pm Post #31 |
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Frantic
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Gimmi more please.
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| Olyamet | November 28, 2009, 1:13 pm Post #32 |
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Jäger.....
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Thank you girls!!! Love you all! Okay here is more. IV. This Love. (Angel's POV) My hand tangled in the covers and I tried to pull it out, finally waking up fully. “Morning, my Queen.” James was standing in the doorway, wearing jeans and holding a cup in his hand. “Morning, my King.” I smiled back at him, feeling warmth of happiness tingling through my body. “We have about an half an hour, before check out.” “Half an hour? Oh shit!! I have to get to my room!” I jumped up, looking for my clothes in disarray all over the room. James followed my gaze and laughed. “Here, drink this and I'll help you find your panties... and everything else…” I took the coffee from his hands and took a sip, watching him pick up my jeans from the floor. At that moment someone knocked at the door and Kirk's worried voice yelled from the other side. “James! I have to talk to you! Come on, open up!” I grabbed my jeans, picked up my panties, James's shirt and darted into the bathroom, flashing to James a wicked smile. “Hey Hamster, where's the fire?” I heard the door opening, trying to listen and dress at same time. “You're in a good mood... but I brought bad news...” Kirk's voice sounded closer. “What is it Kirk?” “Well.... Angel is missing... we looked everywhere... guys went to her room this morning, she wasn't answering and they tried to knock and call her... there was no answer... so they finally asked the manager to open the door... it looked like she never got to her room last night... no one had seen her... we don't know what to do.. we’re all there in her room, waiting... but it's time to check out and get to the airport...” Oh... shit... they're all in my room! I finally got my clothes on, James' shirt was way too big and kept falling off my shoulder. I opened the door and saw Kirk sitting on the chair, he looked at me and jumped up. “Angel! You're okay! Thank God!... Wait, why are you here? ...and why are you wearing James' shirt?” James pulled me to him, wrapping his arm around me and I hid my face in his chest. “You guys...” Kirk looked at us with shock on his face. “You're...you two... Oh... My...fucking… God!” James took my hands in his and smiled. “You think others will have the same reaction?” “My brother would flip for sure.” I giggled and Kirk dropped back into his seat. “Well, that’s... unbelievable! I thought you hated each other, you know... yesterday... all that... I was sure...” I noticed that Kirk was sitting on my shirt, well, what was left of it and shivered remembering last night. James felt it and pulled me closer. “I guess we have to go and face the music... tell them what happened, before they start a national search.” Knowing my brother, he was our singer, he'd probably already started one. “You’re going to wear James' shirt?” Kirk curled his eyebrow. “I know it's big... but I don't have much of the choice... my shirt... well... you're sitting on it.” Kirk took the ripped top in his hands and giggled. “Fuck James... you know it has buttons? “ “It was taking too long...”James cackled. As we walked to my room, James kept his arm on my waist, making me grin in happiness. We reached the door and Kirk turned to us with a wicked smile. He open the door and I heard my brother's voice. “So? What'd Hetfield say? Will he agree to postpone the plane till we find her?” “I have better news.” Kirk smiled. “I found her... them...” He stepped aside, letting me and James into the room. Everyone was there, Metallica and Iron Maiden members and all of them turned, looking at us. “Angel? What is this? Where were you?” My brother's voice was low and angry, his eyes slid to James' hand on my waist. “Why is Hetfield hugging you? What the fuck?” Here we go...my dear brother in protective mode. I put my hand on top of James' and saw my brother's eyes widen, drifting back to my face. “Bruce... I was with James and we...talked…and...” I took a deep breath. “We're... we're together...” Lars broke out in laughter. “I knew it! I focking knew it! I saw the way James looked at you and I knew he's focking fell head over hills!” Steve stood up. “Yeah... I thought that was the reason for all that tension between you two. I'm glad you guys finally got it out in the open! Congratulations!” James turned to me and brushed hair from my face, looking into my eyes. “We are in love, together... so you all have to deal with that, no more fucking questions.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and he smiled, pressing me closer. |
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| MetalSanta | November 28, 2009, 1:19 pm Post #33 |
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Imitations are pale...
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GREEEEEEEEEEEAT ! I'm so happy for them !!!!! Whatta beautiful couple ! (and Kirk has the cutest reaction ever, as always) More ? *blink* |
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| elena | November 28, 2009, 1:24 pm Post #34 |
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Outlaw Torn
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I'm so happy that they finally said that in front of everyone!
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| namenlos | November 28, 2009, 3:07 pm Post #35 |
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The Daft To Your Punk
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Heh heh Jaymz is boning Brucie's sister! Epic win!
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| Oh Hell | November 28, 2009, 4:46 pm Post #36 |
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Outlaw Torn
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This went through my head... made me laugh and I thought 'Nooo...' But you said it for me Lori so yeah!
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| Kimmi | November 28, 2009, 6:54 pm Post #37 |
Outlaw Torn
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LOL... awesome !! :horns2 Keep it coming ! |
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| Olyamet | November 28, 2009, 7:18 pm Post #38 |
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Jäger.....
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Thanks girls!!!! Thanks for reading and for commenting!!! I know it's not an Iron Maiden song, but I love it so... the song that mentioned in this update is Return of the Warlord, cover Monowar by Aria. So....here is more... V. I've Got The Fire! (Angel's POV) The fact that James and I were together seemed to bring everyone closer. And we all felt sorry that the tour was almost over. We took a little detour to Sturgis, a bikers rally festival invited among many other bands for the 50th anniversary show. The gig was on, we were following another band, and the crowd was wild, pumped up, loud and absolutely crazy! This was a biker’s fest so we had a special surprise for them, a new song with a guest of honor on the stage. I had never dress too sexy for shows, but today, at the beginning of the third song I cut my hand while playing, the blood was making my hand slippery, I wiped it on my white shirt, since there was nothing else to use and leather pants were no help. In between songs I had to take my blood stained shirt off, revealing a short black top that I wore underneath. Metallica had gone on earlier and James had time to change his clothes. Now he was wearing a sleeveless black tee and very tight jeans and was standing on the side of the stage, back to the wall, legs crossed at the ankles, and thumbs tucked into his pockets, leaving hands to outline his package. He wore a wicked smile to top it all off. I felt hot just looking at him and he knew he was driving me crazy. Since we'd gotten together, we hardly spent any time apart and could never get enough of each other. One look, one touch, could send us looking for place to be alone. He opened the Pandora's Box in me, I never knew I had. How am I supposed to concentrate on the music when he's teasing me like that??? Dammit!!! Fine, I can do it too! I'm in a playful mood... Let see if you can handle this. I dropped on my knees as the solo started, slowly bending back with my head almost touching the floor, and arched my pelvis, pushing my guitar up. He stopped smiling and stepped forward, biting his lip. Hehehe... I've got you now! To make matters worst, and push my teasing in full throttle, in the small break between songs I ran up to him and give him a quick but tempting kiss. He gasped, moaning into my mouth, when my hand lightly rub on his groin, and pulled me closer. His flesh answered to my caress, slightly moving under my fingers, growing. Satisfied with my game, I pushed away and ran back to the stage with an evil smile and he almost followed me, but stopped after a few steps. That's right James! You can't get to me, doesn't matter how much you want to. I childishly stuck my tongue at him and he shook his head, smiling. The last song started, the one I’d written especially for this gig, and we planned to have a Harley come out on stage. I looked back to see what side I needed to move to and saw James sitting on the bike. What the fuck? It was supposed to be one of the roadies... He saw my surprised look, smirked at me and started the engine. I had no choice by move aside to let him drive onto the stage. The fans went wild, roaring at the sight of their beloved iron beast. A hot man on a hot bike brought ecstatic screams from the women in the crowd and few more bras landed on the stage. The part of the song with bike/guitar duet was coming and I stepped closer to James. He turned the handle and the loud growl of the engine blasted through the speakers. I answered with my guitar, in a matching tone, bending in front of him. He gave a second engine roar, and I answered again, then a third and last one. I stepped closer, playing my part and swiped my elbow on James' arm. He reached and got hold of my waist, pulling me to him. I lowered my face close to his and when he was ready for a kiss I stepped back, bursting into a solo under the loud cheers of the fans. He tipped his head, squinting his eyes at me and bit into his lower lip. That’s right! You started it! Pay the price. After saying our thank yous and goodnights to the crowd, we stepped off the stage to let next band take over. I barely had time to hand my guitar to a tech and James pulled me to him tearing into my lips. His tongue was twisting with mine, letting me know just how much he wanted me. He slid his hands down my sides to my hips and I felt him pulsating against my groin. A lusty moan escaped from my throat, and I pressed closer, wrapping my leg around his hip. He sighed and moved his lips to my neck tracing his tongue on my skin. “James... I'm all sweaty!” I whispered. “Mnnn... taste good.. salty...” His voice sounded muffled against my neck. Steven walked by, laughing. “Fuck, guys! Get a room!” James pulled back, breathing out. “Great idea.. I don't think I can wait...till we get to the hotel...” “Me neither...” My hands impatiently tag at his jeans as my lips returned to his. He pushed me through the first door he saw and we stumbled into the small room, still kissing and caressing each other’s bodies, burning with desire. His hands were unzipping my pants while mine were off working on his. I pushed his shirt up and he let go of me for a second to rip it off. My top followed his shirt to the floor and we both sigh when our naked bodies touched. “Hm... um... guys...” Someone’s voice got through my clouded mind and I looked behind James' back. Two roadies were standing there with very amused looks on their faces. “Everybody, get the fuck out!” James turned back with a growl. One of the guys quickly vanished behind the door while the second one tried to plead. “But we have to set the fireworks in a few minutes...” James was pulling my pants down, pressing me onto a table as he snapped. "I said out! NOW!" I saw the second tech backing out and closing the door, just in time, as my hands were off sliding James' jeans. He got hold of my ass, turning my back to him and pushed me on the table. I felt his hands on my hips and granted, pushing back. “Oh...baby...now...” He didn't wait for his pants to fall lower and slammed into me with a growl. We were both too excited to last long. He was moving in me hard and fast, slamming into me with rough full length plunges. “James...harder...oh yes... “ I moaned and he gripped my hips harder, sliding me closer and hitting harder. Our breathing became heavier and our movements sped up. We were both at the verge of peak when the speaker on the table came alive with a voice. “Ready on three. One...two...three! Fire!” Someone behind the door screamed. “Push the red button on the left side of the table, NOW!” I reached and press my hand against something red on the left of me. That move shifted our bodies slightly and it was all we needed. Something blew up on the stage, and loud cheers from the crowd swallowed the screams of our simultaneous orgasms. He dropped his face against my back as I collapsed on the table. We tried to catch our breaths, as the stadium roared with the celebrations. A few minutes later James turned me to him, we looked at each other and burst out in laughter. “Finished with a bang!” We quickly got dressed and stepped out only to face a hand full of roadies, all smiling and clapping their hands. “Good job! I hope we didn't spoil anything.... everything… um... went fine?” I hid my face in James neck and he cackled. “Couldn't have gone better!” |
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| Kimmi | November 28, 2009, 7:33 pm Post #39 |
Outlaw Torn
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:horns2 Wohoo!! That was hot... and "so James"!! I love rough Het...
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| namenlos | November 28, 2009, 7:35 pm Post #40 |
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Holy fuck, I definitely felt that one! Gawd, Jaymz is hot in this one... I need him, NOW!
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| MetalSanta | November 28, 2009, 8:41 pm Post #41 |
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Imitations are pale...
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Daayum!!! Who doesn't, right after THIS ??? Fucking like a Rockstar, that's what I call F*****G LIKE A ROCKSTAR !!! |
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| Oh Hell | November 28, 2009, 10:12 pm Post #42 |
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Outlaw Torn
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*brain shorted...* That... was hot. James on a bike...
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| elena | November 29, 2009, 3:47 am Post #43 |
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Outlaw Torn
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Reading this story I want James even more. Great job,girl! :horns2 |
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| BlueSilver | November 30, 2009, 11:22 am Post #44 |
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awesome read Olya! :horns2 keep writing sis :horns2 |
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| Olyamet | November 30, 2009, 6:27 pm Post #45 |
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Jäger.....
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Thanks girls! VI. All I need is you. (James' POV) I have never been so nervous in my life, not even before my first gig. Hands kept shaking, palms were wet, and I kept rubbing the sweat off on my pants, talking to myself out-loud. “Come on James, calm down! What the fuck?” We have been together for almost a year now, and I knew that she loved me as much as I loved her, but this was big. I had been planning this for four months, I wanted it to be perfect. First I had to find the right person for the job, two right persons, and then just wait. The hardest part was waiting. And now... this was it. Would she like it? I hoped that I knew her well enough. When she walked into the room, my heart started to beat fast somewhere in my throat, making me nervously swallow. Come down dammit! She looked at me, then at the big box with the red bow on the table and gasped. “What is this? Is this for me?” “Just a little present.” My voice shook and I swallowed again. Damn nerves! Thank God she didn't notice it, too preoccupied with the gift. “But Christmas is two months away!” She was walking around the table with a childish smile, sliding her hand along the box. “Go ahead and open it.” I tucked my shaking hands into the back pockets of my jeans, feeling my palms moisten. She looked at me, bit into her lip and pulled at the bow. My heart skipped, this is it, now there is no turning back. The box fell open revealing a guitar case. “Oh my God!” She quickly opened it and her face lit up as she looked inside. “Oh...Wow!!!” The custom made Les Paul guitar had a black base with a volcano painted on it, flames and lava were spilling along the whole body. It looked very real, this guy had done a beautiful job. “You.... I love you! This is amazing! And the art work is just unbelievable!” She turned to me with misty-eyes. “Thank you! This is the best present ever!” “Don't thank me yet, lets see if it sounds as good as it looks.” Finally my voice sounded calmer, she liked it, so far so good. She pulled it out of the case very carefully, like it was fragile. “Oh God, look at the details!” She ran her fingers along the neck and I froze, holding my breath. Okay... this is it... will she see it? I hope she will, she has to. Her fingers reached the end of the guitar neck and she looked closer. “Hey, there's still tape here on the top of it..” My heart was racing, and I took a deep breath, trying to slow it down. “Really? The artist must have missed it, just pull it off.” I heard my voice trembling and swallowed. She started pulling tape off and her eyes widened as she pulled guitar closer to her trying to read. “There's more under the tape.... almost look like...” I knew exactly what was there. On the top part of the neck it said 'marry me' spelled in slightly distorted letters, made to look like lava spills. I nervously swallowed, puling ring out of my pocket and stepped closer. She sighed and I saw tears in her eyes as I stood in front of her on one knee. “I love you Angel.” She tried to the fight tears and held her lips with her hand for a second, then pulled me up. “James...” Her arms wrapped around my neck. “I love you too....and....Yes.... I will marry you!” Her lips quivered against my skin as she traced kisses on my face. I slipped the ring onto her finger while taking her lips in mine. Hands intertwine, bodies came closer, kiss deepened. As we slowly parted our lips, she brought her hand up and looked at the ring. “You know me so well....” She smiled. “It's so beautiful! So... us. Did you get it specially made?” “I did..” I had come up with the idea for the ring four long months ago. Two guitars, one shaped like hers and one like mine, crossed at the necks, with a diamond nestled between them, all in white gold. It took a month to find a jeweler who agreed to make it, and he took forever, but it was worth it. I knew that Angel wasn't a big fan of traditional jewelry, so a regular engagement ring was out of the question. “Thank you....thank you for being you...thank you for loving me....this is so sweet...you are so sweet...” She whispered into my ear. “Me? Sweet?...Noooo.” I laughed. “No?” Her green eyes smiled at me. “Nope, I'm never sweet.” She put her hand on my chest, slowly moving it down. “O'really?” I saw a familiar devilish sparkle in her eyes as she tugged at my shirt. “Well...I can fix that...let me just grab some...whip cream... and chocolate...” I picked her up in my arms. “Angel, I have no idea what I did to deserve you...” She bit my lip whispering. “Must've been something very good...or something very bad...” My feet were already on their way to the bedroom... |
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