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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 (66,461 Views)
Christine
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This is so damn sweet :wub: I must hug someone! NOW!
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+1000 for Trinny and the "Y U NO"-guy :lol: :lol: :lol: Man, I love meme's so much... :lol:

And I just absolutely loved the last chapters Olya!!! :cloud9 :heart: :heart: That was just the most adorable thing I've ever read.. Thank you so much... :heart:

Naow MOAR PLZ :biggrin
Edited by LittleVirus, January 27, 2011, 11:59 pm.
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Olyamet
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Jäger.....

Sorry for a long wait!!!
Thanks for amazing comments!
Love you girls!
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A little update.











XXXIX. Low Man's lyrics.





(James' POV)



My movements sped up, feeling the release building inside of me, and my grip on the long blonde hair tightened before I spilled my load with one last thrust and a grunt. My hands let go of the groupie's hair and I backed out, zipping my jeans, and once again feeling like a complete ass. The cheap thrill was over, and all that was left was the bitter taste of guilt. The girl stood up, wiping her lips and looking at me with a question in her eyes. The smile that was about to emerge on her face froze when she saw my expression.

“Fuck... go, just fucking go away.” I growled at her and she quickly vanished behind the door.

I dropped into the chair behind me and lowered my alcohol hazed head into my hands. Fuck... What the fuck is wrong with me? Why do I keep slipping into this? I held on for two years, I kept the word I gave myself and all it took was a few months on the road, some booze, and a groupie whispering, “Fuck me...” It was like a fucking drug, knowing that you can just push one of them down and they were eager to obey, happy to suck your dick, and you felt high with that power. It was like an addiction... and I'm a fucking addict... I need to feel that power, I like to see those girls looking at me with their 'please fuck me' looks...

I know Angel was okay with it, but... fuck... why do I feel like a fucking jerk-off after screwing some slut. I know they mean nothing, Angel knows that too, she sees this every day on her tours, in her band, she knows how it is... screaming fans, girls flashing their tits, doing anything and anyone to get closer to the band, lining up all wet and ready. She's seen it all, she lives the same rockstar life.

A sudden drunk thought entered my mind, and a wave of heat followed by cold shivers shook my body as I gripped at my hair. She does know how it is! Does she... no... she would never... My mind brought the picture of her standing on the edge of the stage with a crowd of guys screaming her name, stretching their hands to her, wanting, hoping, drooling... Fuck!

No... she's not like that... she wouldn't ... she loves me and only me... she said she's Jamesexual... she... is that why she's so forgiving... is that how she knows that they mean nothing? I stood up and almost fell back, gripping at the table. Fuck... no! I trust her. The picture in my head changed into a backstage scene, Angel gives autographs, smiling, surrounded by her fans, all men... all looking at her like she's their Goddess. And deep in their eyes I can read lust, need, want... Fuck!

No... it's different for women... they never do anything stupid like that... they're more in control of their minds... Angel would never... I trust her. I do, she wouldn't... it's me, I'm the fucking asshole who can't think straight when drunk, who can't pass on what's offered. It's there to take and I take it. Not feeling that it's wrong, not able to resist in that moment, and feeling dirty after... fuck. The need to feel like a fucking king, the need to know that I can get anything I want... the most powerful drug of all, the fucking drug called the power of fame.

I stood up and navigated my way to the door, getting back to the break room. I grabbed another bottle from the cooler and walked to Lars, who was his usual self, talking nonstop, fueled by alcohol, and by the looks of his eyes, cocaine. Fuck, he's off his tits... I need to talk to him and he's fucking high! Fuck!

“I'm off.” I barked out, feeling pissed off at Lars, at the fucking sleazy groupie, at myself, and the whole world.

By the time I got to the hotel, I'd already made a call and my assistant, who got me the first available plane ticket that would take me from Belgium to London. In a few short hours I'd be home. I needed to be home, I needed to know she was mine and only mine. I needed to feel that. I couldn't wait for a week, when the tour would take me over to England, I needed to see her now. I needed her to take this out of my head, to hold me in her arms, to love me. I ripped my clothes off, throwing it all into the garbage basket on my way to the shower.

:rolleyes:



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Lilith
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OMG! I don't know how this 'saying' goes in english, but in my natal language we say: the lion thinks everyone acts like him... :rolleyes:

Anyway, I have a feeling things will get very HOT! :drool :heart:
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Groupie sex, hot for me. I'm a perverted fuck, nevermind.

Damn you, James. I thought it would change with the birth of the twins but no. Still, I understand him. :\

Thanks, Olya!

M O A R
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Oh! That was great!! :horns:

I liked seeing that side of James. A real plus side ... And the doubts about Angel ... It 's always like this: we judge others by what we do. :hump

Thanks Olya!! :huggie:
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Christine
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Bad James! (why does that sound sooo damn dirty in my mind :rolleyes: )
I loved the update! The doubts, the anger, the guilt... such a hot combination!
Thank you Olya! Thank you!
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This update confirms that you're at your absolute best writing James' POVs. I loved the inner monologue, the struggle with doubts, fears and insecurities. I loved the transition from the moment of self-analysis to self-deprecation to anger, or better to say anguish, the realization that he might not be the only one getting it out of wedlock. And then the final realization that he needs her to make him whole and sane again. Beautiful.

This one is the best part of this story so far, in my humble opinion. :heart:

Angel's turn. Maybe you finally prove me wrong about her now :rolleyes: :biggrin
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Olyamet
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@ Alma. Reading my mind again, are you? :lol: Thanks! :heart:
@ Julia. Hehehehe..I'm a perv too! :biggrin
@ Lenne. Thank you hun! Yep, he have to start thinking... he's not the only rockstar in the family.
@Christine. Thanks! Bad James, definitely sounds hot!
@ Bo. Thanks! Um.... Not just yet, that depends on... Do you think he'll tell her, what he did?
Edited by Olyamet, February 4, 2011, 11:22 pm.
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Okay, as promised. :heart:

More.











(Angel's POV)



The small serene river in front of me was reflecting the clear sky, nothing was moving around, just me and the clear water by my feet. I stepped in and smiled when the cool liquid mirror of the river quivered in small ripples under my touch. Barely-there wind whispered with the leaves of the forest behind me and water moved slightly around me. I looked back at the trees, but once again everything was standing still. I took a few more steps, going deeper in, and another whisper, louder this time reached my ears.

“The river is deceiving...”

I looked back and saw trees moving as though they were shaking their heads, and a cold shiver danced along my spine when the wind picked up, another whisper bouncing around me.

“You can't see the hidden rocks... you'll die...”

I looked back at the waters in front of me, my mirror image floating on the surface, changing, moving, melting away. The water boiled up and spilled onto the shore, trying to reach the trees to silence them. The current sped up, foaming around my legs. I saw the dark shadows of rocks under the water all around me, raising up, baring their sharp teeth.

Fear shot through my body and I turned back to the forest, trying to walk, but something strong gripped my legs, pulling, bounding, holding. The waters frothed up, raising higher with angry white waves and I stretched my arms to the forest in hope, but the violent current tore the ties and threw me into the middle of the ferocious rapids. I battled to breathe, pleading for the forest to save me, to help me, but it stood still, watching me float away. I tried to swim, feeling sharp rocks cutting into my flesh, tearing it, making it bleed. My body became numb and my last screams drowned in the boiling red liquid around me.

“Angel! Wake up! Are you okay? Angel!” Someone's arms pulled me up and I breathed in, sitting up.

“James...” My mind let go of the dream, surfacing from the horror, and I gripped at his shoulders.

“You're okay. I'm here.” He pressed me to his chest.

“James! You're home!” I let go of him, shaking the vivid images of bloody waters from my head. “Wait... why are you home? Did something happen?”





(James' POV)



“No... I just... I missed you. I have a few days till the gig in France... I can fly there from here... I just needed to see you...” I pulled her still shaking body back to me, swallowing my guilt. “You okay?”

“Yeah... I'm okay now... it was just a nightmare... I was drowning... I'm okay now.” She clung to me and I breathed in her smell. Yeah... I'm okay now too...

When I came home a few minutes earlier, I didn't want to wake her up, she looked so peaceful, I just undressed and laid down by her side, watching her sleep. Thoughts of my guilt were burrowing deep in my chest, tearing up my mind, making it hard to breathe. Then, as she felt my emotions, she started to whisper in her sleep, moving her head, then whispers turned into faded screams and it took me a few minutes to wake her up. I pulled her back into the softness of the bed, not letting her out of my arms and she snuggled to me, wrapping her arm around my chest.

“You're always here to save me... I love you.”

“I love you too...” I felt the lump in my throat and pulled her closer, fighting the strong urge to just break down and weep in her arms. Tell her everything, beg for forgiveness, tell her that I'm an ass, that I don't know why I do these things. That I tried and failed, got pulled into my addictions once again... tell her that I love her and nothing was ever meant to hurt her and let her purify me with her love. Let her clean all this shit from from, understand me and tell me that nothing would tear us apart. But I couldn't... I couldn't tell her... I couldn't let her know that I'm weak... I couldn't take even the slightest chance of losing her... I needed to beat this on my own. I needed to win. This was the absolute last time I ever... no more. Not fucking ever.

“James... are you sure you're okay?” She raised her head and gazed into my eyes.

“Yeah... I'm okay... I just missed you, that's all... needed to see you and hold you...”

“I missed you too.” She smiled and kissed my chest, making her way to my neck, sliding her hand on my skin. Her loving touch warmed up my body and made my heart beat stronger, her eyes gazed in mine with understanding and forgiveness. Her lips awaken my fire, and I gripped to her like she was my savior, my only hope, my high power. Her lips slid on my cheek and her whisper blew over my ear.

“I'm glad you're home, baby.” Her kiss melted and healed my soul.

“Angel... love me.” I breathed out, shivering under her touch and pulling her under me. Her naked body wrapped around me, letting me in and pushing all my dark thoughts away. Another long kiss sent multiple lightning bolts of desire running through my body and my dazed mind gave in to passion. Her lips parted with a gasp, her body arched, feeling my flesh entering her, and a soft moan washed over me, sending me into a loving haze.

I moved in her, echoing her moans, breathing her love in and exhaling mine. Our bodies melted together, burning for each other, needing, wanting to never be apart. Our eyes gazing into each other, intensifying our feelings a thousand times. Our lips met and parted, hungry for more. Our hearts were pounding so close to each other, beating in unison. My blood boiled with euphoria, strong charges shook my body, sending it into a faster rhythm. She answered to that, panting my name and pulling me closer, her lips found mine and I breathed in her cry of release, following her with my own. My body collapsed on hers, tingling with the last receiving waves and she quivered under me, taking them in.

“I love you...” Our lips whispered before locking together. Once again she pulled me out, purified me, made me whole again and gave me strength to stand against anything, to win, to fight for what I have.



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Ooooh! This was amazing! :heart: :drool :heart:
Loved it!
Olya, you're 'in the zone'! :) :horns2
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That was absolutely perfect.

Awww Jamie...
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I don't think he needs to tell her.... She already knows....

The question is whether she will go over all this to stay with him.... :)

Olya, one more time I have to say: I loved it! :huggie:

I love the way you , each time you update your fanfics, make me go back to the feeling when we have back something that was missing.... :heart:
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SORRY!!!
This was a hectic week... I have today to myself, so hopefully I will write something.
Again, sorry for a long wait.
Love you girls, hope you still remember what this story about...lol
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Okay, got a little bit written, hope you like it.
Love you girls, thanks for reading!
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XXXX. Damage Inc.





(Angel's POV)




Years flew by in the bliss and busyness of a newly extended sized family, and adjusting our lives to it took some time. Over the last four years we found ourselves surrounded by new flourishing romances and a few weddings took place. Lars and Skylar were first, with Kirk and Lani following shortly, then Lisa tied a long overdue knot with Steve. Cindy and Max moved in together and we could hear the upcoming wedding bells. Love seemed to surround us and the people we loved. Even my brother reconciled with his wife and seemed to be happy.

The year 2000 came crashing in on us with horrible news. Slash went down during one of his gigs, he had to be rushed to the hospital and the doctors had to implant a defibrillator to get his heart, weakened by years of drug and alcohol abuse, to beat again. After a long recovery, he was ready and eager to get back to his life and we flew to the States to attend his welcome home gathering, leaving the kids in my mother and three nannies' care.

We came to Slash's house a bit late and found his party at a peak. It took us some time to make our way through the living room full of people, stopping for a little chit-chat with old friends. Of coarse we visited Slash when he was in the hospital and later in rehab, but when I saw him standing with Matt, talking, laughing, with his usual ciggy in the corner of his mouth and a drink in his hand, I couldn't help but wonder if all that really happened.

“I see you're just fucking determined to off yourself.” I glared at him.

“Nope, just refusing to feel old.” He walked to us with a smirk.

“So you want to die feeling young?” I hit his arm with my fist and he winced, caching my hand.

“Not going to happen, now I have this shit in my chest, it shocks my ticker back to life.” He wrapped his arm around me and shook James' hand behind my back, laughing.

“Hey, man! I see you didn't tame her yet, same old Hell Angel.”

“Nah, I like her like this, all fiery.” James smiled, winking at me.

“Did you at least quit the drugs?” I freed myself from my friend's bear hug.

“Well, you know me, I'm a habitual kinda guy, if I quit doing drugs, I'll drink. And then if I'll quit drinking, I'll do drugs, for fucking ever.” He smiled at me.

“Unfuckingbelievable.”

“He'll never change, I have no idea what I'm doing with this stubborn son of a bitch.” Perla made her way to us.

“You're trying to get me to fucking marry you, that's what you're doing.” Slash pulled his girlfriend into his arms.

“I should've asked them to put something into your brain to shock you out of your habits.” She gave him a quick kiss.

“Yeah, you fucking wish.” Slash laughed.

Duff joined us with a short but showy blonde at his side, he introduced her as Renee, not deliberating her status any further. I saw James' face flinch when he saw her, he glanced at me and quickly turned away. I pretended that I didn't notice anything and continued my conversation with Perla, but deep inside I felt the seed of suspicion planting its roots right into my heart.

At first I thought she was just one of the groupies that he fucked and tried to forget about, but as the party went on, I watch with a sinking heart as James carefully avoided that woman. That was very weird and very disturbing. If I knew my husband, and I believe I do, this was a clear sign of guilt.

“I wonder who that Renne is. Do you know her?” I finally asked him bluntly, hoping he would just say, yeah, she's a groupie and I would just laugh it off.

“Nope, never seen her before.” He looked right into my eyes, then turned to Matt, asking about the tour. My heart skipped, then came back with weakened and painful beats. He just lied to me... I know he did. He never lied to me before, he knew better. I could forgive many things, and did, but not lies. Painful thoughts twisted my mind... she's not a groupie... he wouldn't lie if she was... she's... the other woman.

Okay... I'm not going to make a scene here.. cool off... oh, who am I kidding! My demons had already got hold of my mind, I tried to count to ten before I told him that I knew that he'd just lied, but Matt grabbed James and pulled him away, mumbling something about amazing news.

I just stood there, boiling inside, barely listening to what Perla was talking about, and trying very hard not to show my state. I downed a few more drinks, feeling my anger growing like wild fire deep inside, fed by alcohol, and when I saw that woman going to the restroom, I followed her. Just before she closed the door, I stuck my foot in the opening.

“Mind if I join you?”

She gave me a weird look, then something changed in her eyes and she stepped back with fear written on her face. Guilty as charged! The fury of jealousy clouded my mind and I locked the door, closing on my victim like a predator.

“Let's talk.” My mind was overflowing with anger and my voice came out in a low growl.

“About what?” She tried to back up, but I pinned her to the wall. My hand firmly gripped her throat.

“I want the truth, one lie and my fingers may slip a little tighter.”

“What truth? About what?” She tried to pry my hand away from her throat.

“About you and my husband.”

“I don't know him.” She pushed back and tried to run to the door, but I caught her by her hair, yanking her back, and she dropped on her knees with a wince. I lowered my face to hers, twisting her hair around my fist. She gave up squirming and looked up with tears in her eyes.

“I can't tell you, it's confidential... I'll lose my job.”

“You're about to lose much more. Start talking.” I gripped her hair tighter, bending her head back so I could read her face. She looked at me for a second, then sighed.

“Let me go and I'll tell you.”

“I'll decide if I want to let go when you start talking.” I growled through my tightly clenched teeth.

“I work for an escort agency... that's how I know him.” I saw tears rolling over her face. Agency? A whore? Highly paid whore! Anguish twisted my insides. I can't believe... he... groupies were one thing, I could understand that, but deliberately hiring a whore?

“When did he hire you.”

“He never did. It was always Lars.” Wait... what? I released my grip and moved to position myself to cut off her escape route.

“The truth, if you want to come out of this bathroom with you life. I want to know everything.”



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