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| Time Marches On; Het, James/OFC, 2004, Sequel to 'The Shortest Week' | |
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| myparanoid | December 25, 2012, 10:30 pm Post #91 |
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I think this is one of the best fan fictions I've ever read in my life! Seriously! I really love this fiction! I also hope that the babies aren't James'
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| -DJ- | December 26, 2012, 10:15 am Post #92 |
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Woah was not expecting that! Thanks dude! Writing the next part right now so it'll be up later. Thanks again!
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| -DJ- | December 26, 2012, 7:37 pm Post #93 |
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Sooo...i was gonna post this in two parts but it became one big one. Also, is it too late to say happy Christmas to you all? No? Okay, Happy Christmas to all my readers! Thanks for sticking around It was the last day of college before Christmas and everyone was finishing projects and cleaning up the projects areas. If I’m honest, there was no need for us to be there at all seeing as everyone was just talking and work was being abandoned. Rumors started to circulate that there was a Christmas party in Amanda’s place and that I was invited. Still, I had no interest in going. “Coming to the party tonight, Zara?” Evan cornered me. “Uh…I don’t think so” “You never come out with us though. You—“ my phone ringing cut him off and I took the vibrating cell out of my pocket and answered. “Hey, James” “What’s up? Did you get the bus to college this morning?” “Yeah. I was late and I couldn’t find my keys so I hopped on the bus. Everything okay?” “Yeah everything’s fine. I’ll pick you up later and we can go for food. Sound good?” he offered happily. “Okay. I’ll talk to you later” Evan stood watching me the whole time I was on the phone. “So are you coming later or what?” “I can’t. My boyfriend’s taking me out for dinner” “Can’t you cancel? I mean, you live with him and see him every day but you never come with us” he pleaded with me. “Sorry, Evan” Evan walked out with me when college was over at three. I spotted James in the parking lot leaning against his truck with his arms crossed and aviators on, looking mean. I guessed by the expression on his face he wasn’t impressed with seeing Evan anywhere near me. “Ready?” James asked me opening the passenger door for me. “Yep” “Is that the New York guy?” “Yeah. His name’s Evan” “Remind me to keep an eye on him” “Why?” “I saw the way he was staring at your ass when he was walking behind you…he’s still staring at you now” I rolled my eyes and disregarded his comments. He turned the key in the ignition and revved the engine. Motorhead roared into life in the stereo too. “So where are we going?” “It’s a surprise” he said with a faint smile on his face. It began to get dark and we were still driving. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. My ass was killing me from sitting in the same position for nearly five hours. James hardly said a word to me on the way. I didn’t know if the whole Susan thing was still on his mind or if he was keeping in theme with the secret. My stomach grumbled noisily interrupting the hum of the engine. “Hungry?” he giggled at my stomach practically digesting itself. “Yes! I’m starving! This place you’re taking me to better be worth the drive” “It is. Trust me” He signaled the next left and we pulled over to a dodgy looking diner on the edge of a freeway. There were around ten truck drivers in the place stuffing their faces. We sat in a booth opposite each other and looked at the menu. Everything on it was fried in grease. I tried to look out the window but it was so dark that all I saw was my reflection staring back at me. “So…this is awesome” I lied. “Totally worth that drive” he smirked immediately sensing my sarcasm. “Well this isn’t totally it” “Do you mind telling me where we’re going?” “I do mind so I’m not telling you” he grinned, pleased with himself because he knew he had the upper hand. We munched on onion rings and Buffalo wings while James downed cup after cup of black coffee to try and keep himself awake. His phone buzzed on the table and worried look set in on his face. “You okay?” “Susan’s gone into labor” “I thought it wasn’t for a few more days?” he shrugged and ran his hands over his face. Yesterday I thought he’d come to terms with the fact that he could be a father but apparently not. “What if they’re mine?” he heaved a sigh. “Then we’ll deal with it. Things work themselves out” “But I don’t know how to be a dad. I hardly had the greatest role model in the world did I?” “Well you could look at that as a positive thing. I mean, you don’t want what happened to you to happen to your kids, right? So you’ll be there for them” “Yeah…ugh. The one time we didn’t use a fucking condom this happens…” the truck drivers in the diner all turned and looked at us. “Things would be so much easier if we were together” I didn’t quite know how to take his last comment. “You want to be with her, James?” “What? NO! That’s not what I meant. I mean-“ he exhaled deeply. “You know what…I don’t know what I mean. This situation has my brain fried” he whispered. “How do you feel about it?” he took my hand in his. “It’s just another part of life I guess. I’ll support you all the way, no doubt about it. Plus, you’ll have another two people who’ll love you” I smiled genuinely as I tried to cheer him up. “I wish I could think like you, Zara. I just keep thinking of the negatives. Anyway lets go. We have more driving to do” “Oh no” I moaned. “My back is killing me!” He laughed and slung his arm around my shoulder as we got out of the booth. He threw a $20 bill on the table and we left. I buckled my seatbelt in the car and slumped in my seat. I tried to prepare myself for more driving but I was bored. “Please tell me?” I was practically begging now. “I can’t. Try to sleep though. Then when you wake up we’ll be there…maybe” “Maybe?! Oh my god”… A chill on my arm woke me up the next day. I was still fully dressed from the day before apart from my shoes. I had no idea where we were except that we were somewhere cold with a double bed. I didn’t even remember getting into this bed. I rolled over and stroked James’ face in an attempt to wake him to see where I was. “James where are we?” Nothing. “James?” I poked his cheek. “Mmm?” “Where are we?” “Asshpen” he grumbled into the pillow. “As in Aspen?” “Yeah” “As in Colorado?!” “Well you said you missed the snow…there’s lots of snow outside” What? I hopped off the bed and opened the heavy curtains. There was practically a blizzard happening outside. Everything was covered in a white blanket. It was perfect. “Come back to bed, it’s freezing” he moaned. I curled my body around his and we soon got warm. “Thank you so much for this” I woke up a few hours later to the sound of a crackling fire from the fireplace in the bedroom. I didn’t feel James’ heat next to me and when I turned over I saw him sitting topless on the side of the bed staring at his phone. I ran my hand over his back and he shivered. “Hey” he attempted a smile. “You ok?” “She had the babies. Two boys; Jake and Cillian” “When do you find out if they’re yours?” “Two days” I moved and sat beside him. “How do you feel?” “I’m not sure. Confused I guess. Scared…” “I love you” I didn’t know what else to say. “Love you more” his arm wrapped around my waist and he planted a soft kiss on my cheek. We spent the rest of the day eating and talking…kind of talking but James couldn’t sit still. He had apparently planned to take me snowboarding but the weather was way too bad. If you went outside you got blown over by the wind. He walked around the simple hotel suite picking up things to try and amuse himself with. The suite was simple; it didn’t even have a tv. Not the type he was used to staying in. The most we had was a radio and a log fire. I was beyond happy with it though. There was wood everywhere and it felt cosy. “Babe is your back still sore?” he called from the en suite bathroom. “No. I’m fine” he emerged from the bathroom and sat on the edge of the bed. “Why did you ask?” he held up a little bottle of oil. “I was going to give you a massage but you don’t want it so-“ “Actually, now you mention it, I still feel a bit achy” a wide grin took over his face. “Good. Get naked” “I didn’t know you had to be naked to get a massage?” “Get naked, darlin’” he shouted from the bathroom. I took off my top and jeans and laid on my belly with my head on the pillow and closed my eyes. “Ready?” James straddled my thighs. “Mhmm” he swept my hair off my back. He rubbed the oil on his hands. The smell of vanilla and strawberries filled the room. His large hands ran from the bottom of my back to below my neck. His thumbs rolled at my lower back and his fingers kneaded my shoulder blades. He knew exactly how to touch. I was completely relaxed. “Feeling better?” he lowered his face to mine and I felt his bare chest against my back. “Yeah” I smiled lazily. “You know, I’m feeling a little…stiff, too” he pressed his groin further into my back. I turned over so that I was facing him. The sight of him above me, shirtless and in just jeans that looked increasingly tight was a huge turn on. “So are you gonna help me out?” I reached for the zipper of his jeans and pulled it down. I went to pull ‘him’ out but stopped. “You do it” he looked at me perplexed. “What?” “Say I wasn’t here, what would you do?” “What have I turned you into?” he smiled and shook his head. “C’mon” I gripped his thighs. He threw his head back and sighed as if he was embarrassed. He finally pulled himself out and tugged his hard length in his right hand and let his left hand rest on his underbelly. The oil still present on his hands glistened on his knuckles as he worked himself. He bit down on his lip and moaned when he ran his thumb over his swollen head. “Looks like you mightn’t need me after all” I said as he was clearly enjoying himself. It was one of the sexiest things I had ever seen. “Oh no, I need you” He pulled my panties down quickly and spread my legs gently. He positioned himself over me and rubbed his smooth head over my clit. “Ready?” He guided himself in with his hand slowly. He bowed his head and kissed me playfully. He caught my bottom lip in between his teeth. Without thinking, I began rocking my hips against his. Both of us moving gave a delicious friction between us. I pushed him deeper with my feet and I gasped. His thrusts became longer and slower each time. My nails raked down his back. “Fuck…turn over” he ordered. He pulled me down the bed slightly and entered me again smoothly. Our fingers intertwined above my head and his hot breath warmed my neck. I could feel myself beginning to contract around him. “You close?” “Mmph” was all managed to say as I rode my orgasm. He released himself inside me with a feral growl and his fingers squeezed my hands tighter. He let go of my hands and rolled onto his back. I stayed on my belly catching my breath. “Babe, you okay?” he kissed my shoulder. I turned over with my hair was stuck to my face with sweat much to his amusement. He moved the hair from my face with his finger and smiled lovingly. I just wished that smile would be there more often than it had been recently… |
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| myparanoid | December 27, 2012, 11:39 am Post #94 |
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Zara is so nice! She doesn't care about the babies, she really loves James. I still hoping the babies aren't James. (Sorry about the bad English) |
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| -DJ- | December 30, 2012, 10:17 am Post #95 |
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Just a short one for now “Don’t touch me!” Two days later we were able to go outside after some horrible weather. I tried to steady myself on the skis at the top of a hill but kept ending up on my ass no matter how hard I tried. It had taken me fifteen minutes to stand up without holding onto James. I got a quick lesson from him who was having a great time just standing and laughing. “Open your legs to start then bring them together to stop. It’s easy” he explained. “Well if it’s so easy then you do it!” “Okay fine” he shrugged and pushed off with his poles and picked up speed down the hill, dodging little obstacles in the way. When he reached the bottom he waved his hand for me to follow. The low evening sun was in my eyes and my skis didn’t fit properly. I stalled as much as I could. I knew that even behind his huge ski goggles and mask he was laughing. “Need a push?” a huge woman said behind me. “What? No! St-“ she pushed my hips forward and I started to stumble down the steep hill. I dropped one of my poles and I was screeching but I didn’t care. I started to glide easily and actually have fun. Trees were whizzing past me at what I assume was hundreds of miles per hour and adrenaline was coursing through my veins. Was it open or close to stop?! Shit. Shit! Oomph. I crash landed into James legs. “It’s fun, right?” he smiled. “Again?” I held out my hand for him to pull me up and grabbed a lump of snow. I pulled him in for a hug and shoved the lump of snow down the back of his heavy jacket and watched him squirm. “Fuck!” He lost balance and fell over. “Not nice is it?” I crossed my arms and smiled in victory. “Spoiled sport” I walked to give my skis back to the rental place and got a snowball in the back of the head. Hell no. He did not want to start this with me. I had been in more snowball fights than he had hot dinners. “I dare you to do that again” “Do what?” he kneeled on the ground holding his skis. He was rolling another snowball in his hand and grinning like a Cheshire cat. He hurled it at me but I ducked and it hit a tall guy behind me. “Shit! Run!” James yelled and grabbed my wrist, leaving his gear on the ground. We ran back to our room at the lodge cackling like a pair of teenagers. “You’re a dick! You could have got us in trouble back there!” I laughed while trying to catch my breath. “You loved it. It’s our last day here so at least we actually go to do something outside” “Thank you so much for this, it was awesome” “You can thank Kirk, actually. It was his idea” “Yeah? How?” “You were in college one day and he came over and we talked about the whole Susan thing…he told me to stop feeling sorry for myself and do something for you because you’ve taken this whole thing so well. If it was any other girl, she'd have run a mile away from all the drama” “It might have been his idea but you were the one who made all the effort, right?” I smiled. “Yeah…I’m pretty awesome” he praised himself as he stretched and sprawled out on the bed. We showered and fell asleep not long after that because we were driving home the next day. A humming noise from a fan disturbed my sleep. I looked at the clock and it was 4am. I saw James’ shadow being cast on the wall from the light in the bathroom. I got out of bed to see what was up. He was leaning on the sink area looking into the mirror and listening to his phone. I looked into the mirror and saw his eyes were puffy and red. I worried instantly. “James? What’s wrong?” “I don’t know…I don’t know” he was crying and I had no idea why. “Talk to me” “I…” he handed me the cell phone and I put it to my ear. “Jamie? It’s me. Hope you’ve gotten my texts. Anyway, I’ve just called to say that the babies aren’t yours…we got the tests back today…well…have a nice life I guess” the message from Susan played on his phone continuously. I deleted it to stop him from torturing himself further. “You wanted them to be yours?” I rubbed his nude back. “I think so…I know it would have messed a lot of things up for us but I’ve been thinking so hard these last few days…I’ve been thinking what I’d buy them for birthdays and their first Christmas…but I can’t do any of that stuff now…I just…I feel like I’ve lost something I didn’t have” he buried his head in his hands. I turned off the bathroom light and brought him back to sit on the bed. “Sshhh…we can have kids someday…if you want to…but just give it time okay?” he pressed his head to my chest and I smoothed his messy hair. His sobs subsided eventually but his fingers gripped my hips tightly. “Marry me” he said almost inaudibly. “Zara?” his head lifted and his red eyes met mine. I was shocked. “I don’t have a ring or anything right now but—“ “James! Slow down! What’s brought this on?” “I just want to be with you forever that’s all. I want to forget about everyone else and concentrate on us” “I don’t think you’re thinking straight right now you know?” I knew he was riding a rollercoaster of emotions. “I am!" he assured me. "What? You don’t want to?” “I do it’s just…really sudden. I wasn’t expecting this” “So you will?” his tired eyes lit up. “Uh...yeah. Yes!” He gently pulled my face towards his in a celebratory kiss. He took a heavy, silver iron cross shaped ring off his right hand and put it on my ring finger. “I love you so much but that’ll have to do for now” “I love you too! But the baby thing…can we wait? Until college is over at least?” “Whatever you want” “Can we go back to bed now? We’ve got a lot of driving to do tomorrow or rather, you do” |
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| myparanoid | December 30, 2012, 4:16 pm Post #96 |
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This chapter was perfect! I am really relieved that the babies aren't James' . Now it's time for Zara and James make their own children.
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| -DJ- | December 31, 2012, 10:42 am Post #97 |
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We had been home from Aspen for about a week and thankfully James’ morale had lifted. He seemed to just forget about Susan and her kids. All we had done since we had been home was be lazy and prepare for our first Christmas together. “Zara…Zara” he shook my hip under the covers. I grabbed his hand and wrapped it around my waist; it was way too early to be up, it wasn’t even noon. “C’mon, it’s Christmas morning, I have something for you” “Later” “No. Now. Get up- it’ll be worth it I promise” He took something out of his nightstand and we both got up out of a warm bed, went down the hall to the spare room, me in my pajamas and James in just boxers. “Here, happy first Christmas in California” he handed me a small box with a key inside for one of the spare rooms. I opened the door and was stunned. He had totally transformed it from a room full of boxes into a professional art studio. There was an easel in one corner of the room, piles of canvas, shelves full of tubes of oil, acrylic and watercolor paint, special brush holders, drawers full of sketch pads in every size and pencils everywhere. He had also framed some of my older sketches in black frames and hung them on the freshly painted white walls. Tears soon stung my eyes; this was the nicest thing anyone had done for me. “You’re too good to me” I whispered. “Like it?” he smiled. “I…yeah I love it! I love you! How did you get this all done though?” “I did it when you were in college during the day. One of my car buddies is a carpenter so he put the furniture together and put all the shelves up. I didn’t know what paint or whatever to get so I kinda just got it all” he chuckled almost nervously. I hugged him lovingly and he kissed my cheek. “Now you have somewhere to go when I’m in the basement” “Let me draw you” “What?! You’re serious?” he raised his eyebrows. “Yeah” “Do I have to be naked?” “Uh…no. But you can be if you want…anyway, I hope you’ve put the turkey in the oven” I played idly with his chest hair. “The um…what?” “Y’know that thing you eat on Christmas day?” “Dammit” he jogged back into our room and picked up some jeans off the floor and put them on in a hurry. “I totally forgot to get one” “Where are you going?” “Wherever’s open on Christmas day!” “Woah! Slow down. We can just eat what’s in the kitchen we don’t have to have turkey, right?” “I know but I didn’t go shopping either! I’ll be back soon” he pecked me and ran downstairs and out the front door. I went back into my new art room and sat in the middle of the floor and took in the beauty around me. It was surreal celebrating Christmas with warm sunshine beating through the huge window. I was used to cold, gray skies on Christmas. I remembered we didn’t bother to get a tree so I quickly doodled one and went down to put it on the kitchen table. I heard the front door opening around thirty minutes later and James walked in with two bags of food from the gas station. He set the bags on the counter in the kitchen and unpacked what was nearly all junk food. “I bet this’ll be the first time you’ve had hotdogs for Christmas dinner, huh?” “Yep” I laughed. “But it doesn’t matter. Food isn’t the most important thing on Christmas day” “Oh yeah it’s spending time with your loved ones blah blah blah, right?” “Nope. The tv is” I dragged his arm to the living room and switched on the tv from the remote. I settled into his chest and Gravy jumped on my lap and we watched some crappy festive tv movie. “What did you do last Christmas?” he asked me. “Um…Anna came over after she had a fight with her parents, took all the alcohol from their house and got drunk on mulled wine so I spent the day cleaning up her puke. What did you do?” “I barbecued a load of meat then went over to Kirk’s but it was kind of awkward because he had his whole family there and it felt like I was intruding or something but you’re here this year so I have company” “That’s the only reason I’m here? For company?” I teased. “And sex…company and sex…good sex” “Wow and there’s me thinking you actually loved me” I let out an exaggerated sigh. “Shut up, of course I love you” “This is so crazy” I sat upright. I couldn't explain it but all these emotions hit me. “What is?” “Me being here with you” “Why?” “It was less than a year ago that the closest I got to you was the poster on my wall but since then it’s been the most amazing year ever and you’ve done so much for me and now I’m spending Christmas with James Hetfield…thank you so much…for everything” “Wait here” he ran upstairs. I was expecting a hug at the very least after my little rant. He came back down and had changed into a smart white shirt but still had his dirty boots and black jeans on. “Since we’re getting stuff off our chests and what not” he cleared his throat before he spoke again. “I love you so much. This past year has been the best year of my life and I’m not just saying that…I want to thank you for putting up with me for this long because I know it hasn’t exactly been easy for us at times…I want to share everything I have with you and grow old…well grow older with you…so um…I know you’ve already technically said yes but I hope you haven’t changed your mind since then” he took my left hand and took his ring off my finger and put it on the coffee table. Tears were streaming down my cheeks at this stage. He got down on one knee. My heart was thumping against the wall of my chest all over again. “Zara, will you marry me?” “Yeah” I whispered and grinned like a maniac. I threw my arms around his neck. “Wait, you haven’t seen the ring yet” A ring? I didn’t need a ring. He took the ring from his back pocket and placed a thin white gold band around my finger with a small, clear princess cut diamond set in at the top. “Like it?” he smiled sweetly. I wanted to say I loved it but an ugly sob came out instead. I reached behind him for his ring and put it on his own ring finger. I leaned to kiss him and gave him the biggest squeeze I could as if he was going to disappear in seconds. “I love you so much” I mumbled against his chest. “I love you too. How about those hotdogs now?” |
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| myparanoid | December 31, 2012, 10:54 am Post #98 |
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OMG I have no words to describe how this chapter was awesome! Thanks for posting! |
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| Phantomlady | January 1, 2013, 2:34 pm Post #99 |
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New reader and loving it here
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| -DJ- | January 1, 2013, 2:47 pm Post #100 |
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Always nice to have a new reader! And thank you!
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| Shayniz21 | January 1, 2013, 4:44 pm Post #101 |
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God, this is so damn cute! I just love this fic! I am so glad the they weren't his babies! I can't wait for Zara and James to have their own! Give me more woman!!
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| HannahBanana | January 1, 2013, 5:58 pm Post #102 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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I love this so much. Im happy that they're getting married! James is so cute in this! I can't wait for more
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| -DJ- | January 2, 2013, 10:41 am Post #103 |
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Just a filler chapter here I guess. More plot driven after this one i promise....Oh and happy 2013! “James your phone…James” I kicked one of his legs sticking out from underneath a car he was working on to get his attention. A spanner dropped then I heard a loud thud which I presumed was his head hitting metal on the underside of the car. “Ow! Fuck!” “Phone” he snatched the phone that flashed “Lars” on the screen from my hand while I laughed. “Hello? What’s up with me? I just got domestically assaulted, that’s what’s up with me! What do you want anyway?...yeah sure whatever…later” “Domestic assault yet I didn’t touch you” “New year’s eve party at HQ later. Get your ass ready” he slid back under the car. I went back up to my art room and looked out the large window that overlooked the garage area. I watched him drink from a bottle of water then pour some over his head to cool himself down. He smoothed his damp hair with his hand. I loved watching him work on cars even though the cars themselves didn’t interest me. His black overalls were rolled up to his hips and his white tank top was covered in black grease stains. I could easily see his biceps and the muscles in his back flex as he fiddled with something under the hood. He was killing me. I don’t think I had ever been so turned on in my life. I dragged myself away from the window and picked out something from my closet to wear for later. Black skinny jeans and a white t shirt. It was pretty close to what I wore nearly every day but it was HQ, not exactly a high fashion event. Later, I stood in front of the mirror in the bedroom, straightening my hair while James was showering. He emerged from the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist. A few tiny droplets of water were still running down his back and pooled at the dimples in his lower back. I don’t know what it was but I couldn’t shake all the dirty thoughts running through my head. “What are you wearing?” I asked him turning off the straightener. “Jeans and a shirt” “Can I pick something for you instead?” “I…guess” I went to his wardrobe and scanned the various shades of denim. I thought something more adventurous would be fitting for tonight. I came across the perfect pair of pants. “Find something?” he said sitting on the bed in gray boxer shorts. “Yep” I handed him a pair of black leather pants. “I’m not so sure I fit into these anymore” he laughed and looking at the waistline. “Try…please?” he gave me a suspicious look. “Okay, but they make my ass look fat” The pants fitted easily up his legs but he had a little trouble getting the button closed. He laid on the bed and sucked in his tummy to force the button into the hole and breathed a sigh of relief. “And a shirt, wardrobe girl?” I handed him a tight, plain black tee. “Good choice; black is slimming” he tugged it over his head then checked himself out in the mirror and fixed his hair. “I feel like one of your Barbie dolls or something with you dressing me” “I never had Barbies actually” “That makes even more sense…you’re making up for that by dressing me up, right?” “Sure why not…have you told anyone we’re engaged yet?” “Nope. I wasn’t sure if you wanted me to or not. I guess they’ll figure it out later though. Ready to go?” We arrived at HQ at around 9pm. The kitchen was buzzing with family and friends of the guys. I knew all the people by now so it wasn’t as uncomfortable as had been the first time I was here. “Jesus! You going back in time or what, Hetfield?” a barefoot Lars shouted to James as he entered the room referring to his pants. The whole room turned to look at James legs. “Told you they looked good on you!” I laughed. “You’re gonna pay for this” he whispered in my ear. I slapped his ass and walked over to the fridge to get a drink. Kirk caught my left hand on the handle. “Woah! What’s this?” “Oh that…James kinda proposed…twice actually” “Twice?” he asked confused. “Well I said yes both times but he didn’t have a ring the first time because he hadn’t really planned on it and we were in Aspen” “Congratulations! How was Aspen by the way?” “It was okay. Susan kinda spoiled things because even though she wasn’t there, she was still on his mind and—“ “Don’t mention that woman to me. She tried it on with all of us before she got to James…I guess he was just vulnerable at the time or something and fell for it…I honestly don’t know what he saw in her. It makes me angry just thinking about her…at least he’s in good hands with you” he flashed one of his charming smiles and hugged me. I took a can of Coke from the fridge’s shelf. “Holy fock! What’s that on your finger?!” the Dane chimed in. “We’re engaged, Lars” “Finally making an honest woman out of you, huh?” “Hey. Leave my fiancée alone, dick” James arm snaked around my waist. “Okay everybody, change of plan!” Lars shouted over the music, getting the attention of the guests. “It’s not a New Year’s Eve party anymore, it’s an engagement party for these two” a round of applause erupted from everyone and I turned the color of my can of Coke. “You’re welcome” he tapped James’ stomach then left to mingle with the other guests. I spent the rest of the evening without James by my side. Most of the conversations I held were about James and I getting married. When is the wedding, where is the wedding, will it be big or small and it dawned on me that we hadn’t actually discussed it… It was getting close to midnight and my cell vibrated with a text. Weirdly, it was from James. My office in 5 mins. Knock three times so I know it’s you x. I excused myself from the conversation I was having with Lani and Chloe and went to James’ office. I knocked three times as requested. He opened the door to let me in then locked it quickly behind him. “No pants?” I looked at his bare legs. “No. And you’re not going to need yours either” I looked at his boxers and could see the outline of his hard member through the gray fabric. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you’ve been looking at me all day” he spoke while walking backwards towards the couch in his office. He sat down and took off his shirt and threw it on the floor and tapped his lap, beckoning me to come towards him. “The whole leather thing just made it a little too obvious” I walked towards him and he pulled my hips to straddle him. His kisses were urgent and his tongue darted against mine instantly. He unzipped my jeans slid his hand inside my panties quickly. “Been this wet all day? You should have told me…I’d have done something about it” his husky tone of voice was making me melt. I took off my top and his warm mouth made for my belly. I could feel his hardness even through my jeans. “Take ‘em off” he ordered. I stood and tugged my jeans down my legs and kicked them to the side absentmindedly. He took his boxers off and worked himself with his hand for a few seconds. I straddled him again and he guided himself in slowly. A gasp escaped my mouth as he filled me deliciously. His hands guided my hips up and down in a steady rhythm. Kisses became sloppy as I bounced in his lap. One of his thumbs pressed against my clit and I let him know I was enjoying it with a moan. A bang on the door interrupted us. James covered my mouth with his other hand. “Fireworks in the yard in five minutes…hello? I know you’re both in there, Hetfield…their own focking engagement party and they’re not there…” Lars’ voice disappeared down the corridor. “Think he’s gone?” James whispered. “I don’t care” I replied and continued to move in his lap. “Mmmnn fuck…I can’t last much longer, babe” “Me either” I groaned as my fingers dug deeper into his shoulders. “Uhh…I’m gonna come” his hips bucked upwards and I shuddered around him seconds later. I rested my head on his shoulder as we both came down from that post orgasmic high. I brushed the hair from his sticky temples as his thumb rubbed my lower back. “Here” he handed me a tissue. “Hurry and we can catch the fireworks” “I thought I just did?” We both got dressed again…well, I did. James gave up on his pants. He opened the door and checked to see if anyone was there. He took my hand and went into a different room used for storage that had a ladder up to the roof of the building. James climbed up first and I followed. “Keep quiet” I looked over the edge and saw Lars and Rob setting up fireworks on the ground and a crowd gathered around them. Lars checked his watch. “Where the fock are the other two?! Forget them… Alright everybody! Ten…nine…eight…” he began counting down the New Year. “Grab your partners…”five…four…three” James arms surrounded my waist. “Two…one…HAPPY NEW YEAR!” the crowd cheered from below. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him to ring in the New Year as the fireworks burst in beautiful colors in the sky. “Happy new year, baby” he said sweetly against my neck. “Where’s my focking new year’s kiss?!” Lars moaned over the exploding fireworks. Kirk ran to the rescue and planted a kiss on Lars’ lips. “Aha! There they are!” Lars pointed up at us. “Uh oh…spotted” James giggled. “Oh well at least they don’t know you’re not wearing pants right now” |
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| -DJ- | January 2, 2013, 7:39 pm Post #104 |
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Blackened
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Time skip here. It was the middle of March and James was away on tour. He had left two weeks ago and it’d be another four before he’d be back. While he was gone, I had thrown myself into my college work. I had a meeting with the course leader in college. We were being given the themes for our end of year projects. I hated sticking to guidelines; I liked to do my own thing. “You’re up, Zara” Evan said exiting the room. “What theme did you get?” “Death” he huffed. “Lucky!” I entered the room and my hippy course leader sat behind her desk looking like she had just walked out of the sixties. “Have a seat, Zara. So here is your theme” she handed me the slip of paper with ‘beginnings’ written on it. “I’ve been looking through your work and I thought a change was needed. Your work is very dark and this could be a challenge for you…though you’ll probably find some way to morph it into the more macabre genre” Damn right I would. “Thanks” I got up to leave. “Just a few more things before you leave” This didn’t sound good. “I see you’re way ahead of schedule in regards to your course requirements, you already have most assignments done” she flicked through a folder. “It says here you’ve even started into next year’s work” she went quiet for a few seconds and leaned back in her seat. “How would you feel about teaching, Zara?” “Teaching? I…I’m not really sure what you mean” “You need an average of sixty percent to pass the two years and you’ve already gotten seventy eight. You’ve passed the course. Even if you didn’t do this final project, you’ll have passed. Now, obviously you’ll be needing a job once you leave here and I know of a college in Florida that specializes in the darker side of art and that needs a lecturer and you were the first person who came to mind…I wouldn’t dream of asking anyone else” “Then I’d have to move to Florida, right?” “Of course” she laughed lightly. Holy shit. “And if I accept the job?” “Then you’ll have job security and a very nice income” “And if I don’t?” “Well then I’ll give you your diploma in April and you’ll be able to sell your own work. However, you know the art market is extremely competitive and it could take you years to build a reputation for yourself and even longer to make money” “When do I have to make up my mind?” “Tell me at the exhibition in April when you have to display you final piece, okay?” I left her office. I ignored everyone who tried to talk to me and I didn’t care if they thought I was being rude. I was being asked to make one of the hardest decisions of my life. I skipped my last class of the week and drove straight to the grocery store a picked up two giant tubs of Ben and Jerry’s then drove home to eat myself into a sugar coma. I sat on the couch with my ice cream and dogs. I put on a Chinese movie called The Killer I picked up for a dollar. The extreme violence was taking my mind off the Florida thing. My phone ringing woke me up from some sort of stupor. James. “Hey, baby!” his jolly voice made me cry almost instantly. The thoughts of being away from him all the way in Florida, if I went, made me lose my mind. “Hi…” I sniffled and my voice quivered. “You okay, Zara?” he asked worried. “Yeah I was just uh…watching some stupid chick flick…emotional you know. How’s the tour going?” “Right…yeah the tour’s fine. Every show has been sold out so far. What about you? You got any news?” “No…not that I can think of. Will you be home for my exhibition?” “It’s the on the fourteenth, right?” “Yeah” “I should be home then. We leave to fly home the day before so I’ll try my best” “Cool…” “I gotta go do an interview now but I’ll call you tomorrow okay? Cheer up!” “Tell the guys I said hi. Love you” We hung up and I fixed the couch and put the two empty tubs of ice cream in the bin. I put the dogs in their beds in the kitchen and climbed the stairs to head to bed myself. The doorbell ringing woke me at 3am. I was angry, I was tired and confused and really not in a mood for people. The ringing continued and I decided I had to put an end to this. “Anna?! What the hell?!” I opened the front door to see her standing there with luggage. “Nice to see you too” she hugged me and set her suitcase down in the doorway. “Holy crap this place is huge!” she looked around the living room. “How did you get here?” I asked. She didn’t call to say she was coming out. “You know my grandpa? Well he died and because I was his only grandchild he left me a ton of money so I thought why not go and visit my best friend in California…you gave me a forwarding address. Remember?” “Yeah…But you couldn’t have used some of that money to get a hotel?” “Jesus. Who pissed in your cornflakes?” “Sorry…I’m not having the greatest day” I flopped on the couch. “Is it James?” “Kind of…he’s on tour for another four weeks and I might have to move to Florida” “Are you kidding? You’d actually consider leaving here?” she looked at me as if I was crazy. I probably was. “Well if I move there I’ll have a job that pays great money and—“ “But if you stay here you’ll be happy and if you go there you’ll be depressed…the answer is pretty obvious to me, Zara” “Yeah but…I don’t wanna be dependent on James for everything you know?” “Gotcha” she nodded in agreement. “So where can I sleep?” “Pick a spare room” I yawned. I woke up the next morning with a pounding headache. Too much sugar. My stomach was in knots and I ran to the bathroom to throw up. “Hey Zara, can I…yuck. You okay?” “I’m fine…this is what comfort eating does to you” I sat on the bathroom floor and brought my knees to my chest. “If you say so…I’m making pancakes. Want some?” This was the first time since I had known Anna that she had offered to make me food. Fuuuuck. I spewed my guts up for the next ten minutes. I brushed my teeth then went downstairs. “You’ve made yourself at home I see?” she stood flipping pancakes at the oven. “This place is awesome, Zara. You’d be a complete dick to leave. Who’s this little guy?” Anna said petting Gravy. He wasn’t so little anymore. “Gravy. James got him for me when he asked me to stay with him” “And you want to leave this him?” “No! I don’t! That’s the thing!...Okay. Here’s the deal, while you’re here we don’t talk about Florida, college, Susan and lots of other depressing stuff. Got it? How long are you planning on staying by the way?” “Until you kick me out” “Good, so not long then” I laughed. |
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| myparanoid | January 2, 2013, 8:36 pm Post #105 |
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Frantic
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OMG Thanks for posting! Zara has a really difficult decision to make! And Anna is awesome!
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