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| I'm The One Who Waits For You...; Metallica, Iron Maiden, James/OFC | |
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| Lenne13 | September 20, 2010, 10:14 pm Post #571 |
Arrogance and ignorance go hand in hand!!
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"I love you! I love you so much! Wow! Two boys!"![]() ![]() Thanks Olya!!! I loved it!
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| elena | September 21, 2010, 4:40 am Post #572 |
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Outlaw Torn
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I can't wait to see if Angel dream was true. I think James will have some problems with Max. Great chapter! :horns2 |
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| Freyja | September 21, 2010, 7:54 am Post #573 |
Outlaw Torn
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Yay, a new update! Loved it!!! More!
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| the_mighty_het | September 25, 2010, 1:47 pm Post #574 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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I'm glad that Angel and the boys are ok!!!! Next update please!!!!!!
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| Olyamet | September 26, 2010, 11:40 am Post #575 |
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Jäger.....
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Thanks for reading and for the comments! Love you girls! More. XXXIV. We Will Rock You. (Angel's POV) James and I were practically glowing after the ultrasound confirmed that our babies, both of them, were just fine. I asked him not to say anything to the rest of the guys, keeping this just between two of us for now. When the guys came back with the news, that our plane was ready. James bit his lip and I could see him barely holding our secret back. They brought James one of his shirts, since I refused to go around looking like an eighties teenager. It took some time to finish the infusion of antibiotics and get the instruction on how to do the shots. I had to give myself one in midair and one on arrival, my Mom could help me at home, so the only one I was worried about was the one on the plane. I watched James' face turning pale when he saw the size of the needle I had to use for my shots and it became clear to me that he would be no help. Bruce snorted when nurse said it had to be injected in my butt and offered his help again. I told him what exactly he could use his hands for, bringing a blush to the nurse's face, and he finally left me alone. Lars and Steve spent the last two hours on the phone calling all our closest friends and had already started to plan my welcome home party. It was decided that we would fly to London first, the city with less annoying and invasive media. Ray got his orders to brief Scotland Yard and Interpol on the case, so he would stay a few days in UK. Lars would take Max to the U.S. using our jet and send it back to pick us up, after I finished my shots. Giving me three days to enjoy peaceful and quiet time with my family. In a few hours we were finally on board our Hawker or Focker, as Lars renamed it when we bought it, due to its primary use. Me and James took over the couch, he simply refused to let me out of his arms and I gladly agreed to sit on his lap, wrapping my arm around him and resting my head on his chest. Lars joined Max on the chairs from opposite side from us on the left, with Steve and Ray on the right. I breathed in the so dear to me smell of James' body and he pressed me to him, kissing my head. I sighed, tilting my face up, and his lips found mine, pulling me into a tender kiss. His hand moved on my side, stopping at the edge of my shorts and I smiled, feeling him fight the urge to slide it lower. “Angel, stop kissing before you turn James all feral. We're all dying to hear your part of the story!” Bruce returned from the pilot's cabin and rudely dropped on the couch by my feet. I pulled away form my husband's lips and turned, facing five pairs of eyes set on us, and laughed. “Okay, I guess we can't kiss with all of you watching us anyway. Plus, I want to hear everything that happened, including Max's story from the point of me passing out.” “Start at the beginning, from the point when you called me.” James voice sounded a bit raspy and it made me smile. Can't wait to be alone... I started my story and James' arms tightened around me when I got to the part of waking up in the bed, unable to move. I made it clear to everyone that the dickhead never touched me, to cut off all future awkward questions. I told them how I came up with my escape plan and how I worked my way out of my prison. Then Ray took over with a story about his investigation, I sighed when I heard what he had to put James through, when the police found a dead body with my locket, and I squeezed my husband's hand, barely holding my tears back. My poor baby, I can't imagine how he must've felt. Ray continued, explaining how it all came together and pointed to the one person who James was blaming in the first place. I told them how I escaped, my first night alone in the jungle and how I met my Indiana Bears, then how we traveled for two nights through the forest. Ray moved on to the arrest and I thanked him for stopping James from killing the psycho-kidnapper. Lars took over telling how they looked for me at the Bentley's factory and I laughed. “Guys, how many cars did you kill?” “Three dead and two left heavily wounded.” Bruce grinned. “From what I know it was supposed to be a focking anniversary release of forty two Continentals, guess they only have thirty seven now...fockers.” Lars giggled. Bruce moved on to the part when they found Chris' house. The possible fate of my guards made me sad, those men didn't do anything bad to me and I felt sorry for them. We all put our times together and realized that the helicopter that chased me and Max into the bat cave was the one they took flying to the house. If we'd only known... Max took over and I almost jumped to thank him again when I heard that he carried me for hours. I knew he didn't have much water left and he must've gotten really dehydrated wasting all that we had to keep me cool. Then we all laughed when he got to the part where he tried to highjack the Humvee with a tranquilizer rifle. Then Steve continued with the part about driving me to the hospital and I told them about my time in Limbo, leaving out only the part about meeting my twins. Lars told me about the one hell of a days and nights they had in the hospital. How the nurses tried to kick them out and they refused to leave my side. How the doctors finally gave up, letting Bruce and James stay with me with the agreement that Lars and Steve would at least move to the corridor. I teared up again and James wrapped his arms around me. “Well, Misses Hetfield.. Angel, I've got all I need for now. If you don't mind writing it down later, and please, take your time. We have no one to press charges against, since the kidnapper is dead. I don't know if the Barnato family decided to press charges for the demolished cars yet... I highly doubt that they will. I imagine they would want to avoid publicity on everything that happen at all costs.” (Max's POV) My new friends didn't even want to hear about me taking a regular plane and I had no choice but to agree to get a ride with them. I had no more business left in Cambodia, the local government was not going to do anything about the hunters anyway. I needed to send a copy of my video to the IUBS, then just wait till they reviewed it and officially recognized the new unknown species of bear. Then the real work will start, but until then I had absolutely nothing to do. I've never been on a private jet before and was surprised at how comfortable it was inside. To be honest, I've never even flew first class before, so this was very exiting. The cabin looked more like a small living room with a couch and one seat by it on one side and double chairs on the opposite side, turned to face a small coffee table in the middle. Sitting with my back to the nose of the plane was a bit awkward, but I soon forgot all about it, melting into the unbelievably soft and comfortable chair. Ray was busy writing something in his notebook. Steve and Bruce were talking about plans, how and when they'll continue their tour, which had been postponed due to Angel's disappearance. I looked at James and Angel and couldn't help but smile. In the three days that we spend together in the jungle, I never saw her that happy. They were whispering in each others ears, smiling, and just glowing with love. I hope one day I'll find that... James pulled Angel's hand to his face, kissing every finger, then moved his lips to the inside of her palm. She ruffled his hair with her free hand, then slid her fingers down his cheek. He tilted her chin up and took her lips with his, intertwining his fingers with hers. His hand moved to her thigh, gliding over bare skin and I lowered my eyes, turning away with a shy smile. God, I need a girlfriend! |
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| elena | September 26, 2010, 1:05 pm Post #576 |
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Outlaw Torn
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James and Angel should be alone I'm happy that their twins are fine And Max,yes you should find a girlfriend. Thank you!
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| Lenne13 | September 26, 2010, 8:57 pm Post #577 |
Arrogance and ignorance go hand in hand!!
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Max deserves a girlfriend! A wonderful girlfriend! And I'm sure he'll soon find... Thanks Olya!! I love it!
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| Freyja | September 27, 2010, 7:02 pm Post #578 |
Outlaw Torn
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I hope Max will remain in the story (in a positive way of course!)!
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| the_mighty_het | September 30, 2010, 7:21 pm Post #579 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Oh Olya the last scene with James and Angel was so beautiful!!! I want that too!!! More please!!!
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| Lilith | October 1, 2010, 4:56 am Post #580 |
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♥ Jaimelicious ♥
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Finally got here!! You know how I love your fic so much Olya!My crush on James is getting soo bad thanks to you!! Can't wait for more!
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| Olyamet | October 1, 2010, 9:39 pm Post #581 |
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Jäger.....
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@Elena and Lenne. I'll try to get him one...but first...well, you'll see... @Hrisi. I'll try my best aaand, will try to get more Jason. @Maria. Thank you dear! @Alma. Woohooo!!! Finally! Hehehehe... I'm working on update, hopping to post it this weekend. The other story(Wherever I Belong...) is formed in my mind completely, to the end. I need to bring myself to sit down and write it...but this one is flowing right now, so... Somehow I don't want to end it...I'll try to get some more into it.But for now, Hell Angel got my full attention.
Edited by Olyamet, October 1, 2010, 9:41 pm.
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| Olyamet | October 2, 2010, 6:05 pm Post #582 |
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Jäger.....
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Again, thanks girls! Love you! Here is more as promised. (Angel's POV) “Okay, I guess it's time for my shot.“ I pulled out of James' arms with a sigh. “Aaaww... my poor baby.” He kissed my cheek and let me go. I opened the bag, reaching for a syringe, stood up and dragged my feet to the restroom with a facial expression fitting for the guillotine. I hope I can do this... that needle is a bit big... I closed the door and pulled my shorts down. Okay, so, first I need the leverage. I prepped my butt on the sink for stability and reached back. I can't see! I turned more and my ass slid on the smooth surface. Shit... how am I suppose to do this? I tied it again and again with the same result. Finally I gave up and went back to the cabin, dropping onto the couch with a sad face. “Was it that painful?” James looked at me with sympathy. “I couldn't do it... I just couldn't reach. I was turning and twisting, like a dog trying to catch it's tail. James, you have to help me.” I handed him the syringe. “Baby I can't, that needle is huge, I can't even think about stabbing you with it!” He shook his head. “I have to have that shot and I can't turn enough to see what the fuck I'm doing. Just do it, it'll be fine. Guys, turn away!” I lowered one side of my shorts and laid down on his lap with my butt up. “Angel...” “Rub it with alcohol and then just push the needle in, right here. After that, pull the plunger up a bit and then push the liquid in. There's nothing to it, you can do it.” I gripped onto the pillow, closing my eyes. ( James' POV) “Okay, I'll try...” I cleaned the area with a small cotton swab and held the syringe above the skin with my shaking hand. Why did this needle have to be so long? Oh God, I don't want to do it! I lowered the syringe and stopped a few centimeters above the skin, my arm refused to move further. I pulled all my will together. “Ready?” I'm sooo not ready! I have to... I'm helping her get well... by hurting her. Fuck! Oh come on, just do it! I quickly drove the needle in, Angel winced an 'ouch' and my hand immediately jerked back. Fuck... “Done already?” She turned her head to me. “Um.. not exactly... you screamed and... I'm sorry...” I stared at the still full syringe in my hand. “You just pocked me for nothing?” She almost cried. “Okay, it's okay, just try it again.” “I'm sorry, I can't...” I shook my head. “It's like a reflex... it just won't work.” “Sure, you let him make a pin cushion out of you, but won't let me try. I can do it!” Bruce smirked. “Fine, you do it. At this point, I don't care.” Angel lowered her head on the pillow with a sigh. “It's easier and less painful if you grip the muscle and drive the needle between your fingers.” Max turned with his hand over his eyes. “I'm not grabbing my sister's ass! Can I just throw it, like a dart?” Bruce stepped back. “Wait, Max how do you know that?” Angel picked up her head. “I used to give shots to dogs and cats when I volunteered at the shelter.” “Why didn't you say that before! Get over here and do it before Bruce starts using my ass for target practice.” Angel moved on my lap, getting more comfortable. Grrr... I don't think I'm okay with that, him grabbing her ass right in front of me. “I... I don't think I should... dogs are one thing, humans are a whole other species...” “Well, by the sound of it you're the best qualified here.” Bruce laughed. (Max's POV) After a few minutes of trying to back out of it, I finally give up to Angel's plea and settled on my knees on the floor by the couch. I took the syringe in one hand and hovered my other hand over her exposed skin, suddenly feeling a bit warm. I'm staring at her ass and it's so close... that doesn't feel right. Dammit! Stop thinking about it and concentrate! Okay, I can do it. I have to touch her skin, grip it... skin looks so soft... I licked my lips, suddenly feeling my mouth very dry. Okay, she's my friend, and to help her to get well I have to touch her butt. Just a friend... a hot friend. Stop it! God, I need a girlfriend! I opened the needle and was just about to grip the muscle when Lars giggled. “Just be careful, James might bite you when you grab his wife's ass.” I looked up and stumbled at the penetrating blue glare, my hand immediately pulled back. “Um... maybe if you... you hold it... and I'll just push the needle in...” I felt sweat building up on my forehead. “That would be better.” James narrowed his eyes at me. “But, if you stab me in my hand, I'll hurt you.” “Oh for fuck's sake! How long do I have to lay here with all of you staring at me? Lars shut the fuck up, James stop being an ass, Max stop being a pussy, come on guys!” Angel snapped at us. “Okay, okay! Here, how is that?” James pushed her flesh between his fingers and I carefully moved the swab over the skin, making sure that my fingers are not touching it. I'm sure Lars was just kidding, but... something in James' eyes told me it wasn't that far from the truth. “Just hold it like that, here it comes.” I pushed needle in, trying to keep my hand from shaking, and carefully pushed the medication in. “All done, I hope I didn't hurt you.” “Thanks Max, you rock.” Angel murmured, turning her head with a smile. “That wasn't painful at all!” She stood up to fix her shorts, and I found myself staring at her bare thighs, right in front of me. Oh God... I swallowed and lowered my eyes, blushing. “Good job!” Steve shouted and patted me on the back, and I quickly returned to my seat. Lars handed me a bottle and I gulped it down, trying to calm my nerves and mixed feeling. It's not her... I'm sure I would get aroused if that was some other hot woman. I just needed to get laid, so I stop drooling over very-very happily married friends. Now, what's the fastest way to get a girl? Bar. I need to go to a bar and try to find a girl, it'll take a few days to date... then I can try and kiss her... Suddenly the plane dove down and I unconsciously grip at the armrests. “Just a small air bump, don't worry, Focker is a lot safer than a normal plane, you can relax.” Lars smiled at me, sipping on his beer. “I just don't like flying...” I breathed out, releasing my grip. “I used to be nervous, but then I discover a great relaxing technique.” Steve grinned. “Like meditation? I heard that some people use it to relax, I never tried it myself, but they say it works great.” I turned to him and heard Lars snort. “Nope, I just I became a member of the Mile High Club.” Steve winked at me. “What's the Mile High Club? Some private club for people with a fear of heights?” I asked. Lars choked on his beer and started coughing. Angel and James stopped kissing and turned my way, smiling. Steve and Bruce looked at me with amused faces. Ray pick up his head from his notebook and smirked. (Angel's POV) “What are you, focking four? You're a grown man and you don't know about the Mile High Club?” Lars' eyes widened. “Never heard of it... I don't fly that often...” Max looked a bit confused and sounded almost apologetic. Oh my God, how could he be so innocent? I mean with his looks, how is it possible he never got corrupted? “Ohhh, we have to sign you in, you have to be in that club to hang out with us.” Steve laughed. “Guys, please go easy on Max.” I smiled. They won't... I know them... Sorry Max, but my boys will pervert you, you can kiss your pure virgin mind goodbye. “Are you in that club, too?” He turned to me. “Since nineteen eighty-seven.” I smiled and elbowed James when he snorted. “Fock, this is soo... um... tell you what, Max. Let me make some phone calls. I'll need just a little... assistance and I think I'll be able to sign you in on our way to the U.S. After that, we'll go and focking celebrate in some other clubs that you may have never heard of.” Lars pulled his phone out, looking through the numbers with a wicked grin on his face. When our plane landed, two cars pulled up right to the ladder and I saw three tall blondes in stewardess uniforms stepping out from the back seat of one of them. Lars gave me a wink and I hid my smile from Max. Hehehe... the flight to the U.S. will be unforgettable for you, my Indiana Bears. |
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| MetalSanta | October 2, 2010, 6:18 pm Post #583 |
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Imitations are pale...
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Ooooooh hoho ! Max !!!! Hehehe !!! Girl this last part was hilarious from the beginning to the end !!! Loved it !!! I wish this flight would never end Please tell me the Mile High club Initiation is gonna be as awesome as this last one... Love you !
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| Lenne13 | October 2, 2010, 10:00 pm Post #584 |
Arrogance and ignorance go hand in hand!!
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Oh,well,I think Max will over with your sexual abstinence .... He deserves it!!! I can't wait to read more!! Thanks Olya!! You're the best!!
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| Olyamet | October 2, 2010, 11:00 pm Post #585 |
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Jäger.....
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Um...I wasn't planning on writing the actual initiation...coz that would be...well, PORN. Let's see what I can do...I need to get into Lars mood. Aaand Max mood. Hehehe... Maybe just a little part, not promising anything great...
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