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| Trust I Seek; Het, James/OFC, romance, comedy, SMUT! | |
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| HannahBanana | September 25, 2012, 11:24 pm Post #61 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Eeek! I would pass out if I were her She's so lucky and James is so You got me hooked! I love this
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| lusy_orion | September 26, 2012, 5:53 am Post #62 |
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To live is the most rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.
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Oh God...just pack your things Lucy and buy the ticket..fast,really fast Loving this story! |
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| Verde Manzanita | September 26, 2012, 6:25 am Post #63 |
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I have no feelings in my soul, where most have passion I got a hole
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But this was amazing! I swear I spent the whole conversation questioning myself about when were they going to start with the dirty talk No, really, it's great. I wish I could write as you do, so good, so fantastic and expressing so many things. So go on with this wonderful story 'cause I'm eager to know what happens between these two. I hope they will have a good time together, Lucy deserves it after all she has been through with Travis... no, really, Travis is exactly the kind of person I'd love to punch without any regrets. So... MOAR!
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| Jules;D | September 29, 2012, 7:05 pm Post #64 |
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Ahhhh! I just caught up with this fic and I love it so much! its written so well n u describe everything so perfectly Please update soon James n Lucy r so cute together!
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| NothingElseMatters | October 3, 2012, 11:12 am Post #65 |
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Destination: Koolzville
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Hey girls! First of all - over 2000 views on this fic?! :eyerub I'm speechless...thank you all so much for your support, your comments, your thoughts, your hopes, your advice...you guys don't know how much it means to me! So it seems that Zeljka and Alma are trying to kill me by posting all sorts of totally sexy TBA James pics lately...I'm beginning to wonder if it was a deliberate attack to get me to post an update? Anyway, I saw this, courtesy of the lovely Zeljka:![]() (If you haven't seen the bigger version on the James pic thread then I highly suggest you do so - now) I'd never seen it before so I completely lost my mind - this is easily the hottest, most incredible picture I've ever seen in my whole entire life. I LOVE it. So it inspired a little cowboy James in this next chapter. I hope you enjoy it. CHAPTER 9 Monday 10 August, 1992 San Francisco, USA “Ladies and gentlemen, we are about to make our decent into San Francisco International Airport. Please ensure your seatbelts are fastened, your seats in the upright position and any luggage either placed under the seat in front of you or stowed in the overhead compartments...” Oh God. I shouldn’t have done this. “...the captain and crew would like to thank you for flying with Air Canada this evening and we hope you enjoy your stay in San Francisco. We trust you had a pleasant flight and look forward to seeing again the next time you travel.” I rubbed my face with my hands, a growing sense of unease coming over me as the other passengers began squirming in their seats, anxious to be out of the cramped, suffocating environment of the plane and into the eagerly awaiting arms of their family and friends. I don’t even know him. My head was in a spin, my thoughts a jumbled mess. Here I was travelling to a whole new city – in another country, nonetheless – to meet a guy who I’d literally had two conversations with, who knew absolutely nothing about me and who was well and truly in a whole other league than my own. And to make matters worse I was doing it less than twenty four hours after leaving my long-term boyfriend – the same boyfriend who accused me of being obsessed with the guy I’d only had two conversations with in the first place! What the fuck, Lucy! If I looked past James’ celebrity – which I was still finding incredibly difficult to do – and judged him by his personality alone then I always came back to the same conclusion: he was a sweet, kind, wonderful man and he had made it blatantly clear that he was interested in getting to know me better. All of which I loved. He made my heart dance, he made my insides coil, he made my mind take flight to a whole other world. He set me on fire with his smouldering looks and his cheeky, flirtatious words. But he was also James fucking Hetfield – heavy metal front man, voracious drinker, selfless womaniser, party-animal king and bad boy supreme. What on earth could someone like me possibly have to offer to someone like him? I’d collected every picture, read every article, heard every interview. I’d studied his face for hours and hours on end. I knew what kind of food he liked and what his favourite music was. But I knew absolutely nothing about his personal life, the life he kept hidden behind closed doors. I knew the image, not the person. And he knew even less about me – he knew I liked Lynyrd Skynyrd and that was about it. I was just the nurse who happened to be on shift when he came into the hospital. I wasn’t even sure he knew my last name. So why me? And why did he have this...POWER over me? Like a moth to a flame, I was drawn to him. But six hours of flight time had given me some perspective. Sure, he was hot. Totally hot. And he seemed incredibly sweet and kind and wonderful and genuinely interested in my wellbeing. But I knew that if it wasn’t for the fact that he was James Hetfield, that untouchable, unstoppable god who’d captured my attention all those years ago, then I wouldn’t be travelling 2,500 miles to stay with him after nothing but some heated stares and a handful of flirtatious banter. After our phone call I’d almost fallen over myself getting a taxi to the airport, impatient to reach San Francisco as soon as possible. When I got there I was amazed that I was able to secure a seat on the next flight out, despite the exorbitant price that I – or rather, James – was paying for it. I’d taxied out of Montreal a mere four hours later, my head in a lust-filled daze. Before I’d boarded the plane I’d taken the opportunity to wander through the airport boutiques, desperate to find something new for my reunion with James. I searched rack after rack, discarding almost everything as too slutty, too cheap, too old-fashioned, too ugly. Just when I was about to give up I spotted a beautifully simple summer dress of floaty white cotton, delicately scattered with tiny red flowers. The figure-hugging bodice accentuated my curves and the soft A-line skirt gently skimmed the top of my knees, enhancing my hourglass figure. It was chic and tasteful and I’d decided to wear it straight away, relieved to finally be dressed in something other than the tshirt and cutoffs that I’d left the apartment in. It was horrendously expensive but I didn’t care – I loved it and it made me feel girly. After my retail therapy I quickly found a payphone and left a message on James’ machine, giving him the details of my flight and the time that I was due to arrive in San Francisco. Maybe he’ll get too caught up having drinks with his mystery friend and forget to check his messages, I thought, my insides clenching together in a nervous panic. Maybe he didn’t think I’d be able to get on a flight so quickly, so he hasn’t even checked his machine yet. Maybe he’s not even expecting me. I gazed out the window at the tightly packed city beneath me. The plane dipped as we circled out over the water and for a moment I forgot my apprehension, quietly admiring the panoramic beauty of the Golden Gate Bridge as it stretched out beneath me, brightly lit up with activity against the inky black bay. This is what travelling was about – that incredible first glimpse of a new city, that “oh-wow-that’s-totally-that-famous-landmark” rush. This was the feeling that kept me travelling, kept me wanting to see more, kept me wanting to experience different cultures and find out what the world was all about. Don’t try and kid yourself, Lucy. You’re not here for the view. You’re here for James. I sighed. Part of me was aching to see him, to talk to him, to be near him, to smell him, to bask in the brilliance of that amazing, heart-melting smile. But the other part of me was terrified. I just felt that once he got to know me, once he learnt about the Lucy beyond the nurse’s uniform, that he would instantly lose interest. I wasn’t anything special – why would he want to be with me? The plane finally made its familiar, bone-shaking thump to the ground and we gently coasted along the tarmac, the terminal flashing past us in the darkness. We pulled into the gate, the cabin instantly becoming a hive of activity as the other passengers began standing and stretching, locating their bags and all the other miscellaneous crap that they’d managed to acquire during the flight. I sat in quietly in my seat, my heart thumping violently with nerves. I felt sick with fear. This is a mistake, Lucy. I stared blankly out the window, seeing nothing. He’s not going to like me once he gets to know me. He just wants a groupie to entertain him while he’s bored at home. He’s going to think I’m stupid. “Is everything ok, miss?” A kindly female flight attendant looked down at me, a puzzled smile on her face. I glanced around and noticed that the plane was practically empty – I’d been too busy freaking out to realise that we’d reached a standstill and that most of the other passengers had already left. “Oh...yes, thanks,” I slowly pulled myself from my seat, swinging my backpack over my shoulder in the process. I took a deep breath as I trudged down the aisle of the plane, my feet feeling like concrete as I made my way to the exit. Here goes... The walk from the plane to the terminal felt like it went forever. I found myself blindly following the crowd as we trudged our way through the endless arrival process, my head in a constant state of disarray. This is a mistake, I kept repeating to myself. You’re going to end up hurt. As I finally walked out of the gate I slowly lifted my eyes to search the crowd eagerly awaiting the arrival of their families and friends. I ran my gaze across the unfamiliar faces, sure that any minute I’d spot his tall, sexy frame amongst the crowd, his blue eyes searching impatiently for mine. Nothing. I stared at the thinning crowd around me, most of the passengers already reunited with their loved ones. Still nothing. Damn, I seethed. He either didn’t get my message or he didn’t wait around long enough and thought that I’d chickened out. Or, more likely, he changed his mind. Fuck. “Lucy?” A tall, muscly guy of an indeterminable age and an indeterminable number of tattoos tapped me lightly on the shoulder. “Yes?” I blanched at his touch. He was huge. And scary. “I’m Ryan. Mr Hetfield’s security. He’s waiting for you in the parking lot.” Mr Hetfield’s security? You’ve got to be kidding me. “Um...” I was speechless. “Do you have any luggage?” Ryan stared down at me, his expression unreadable. “Uh, no. Just my backpack.” “Ok. Follow me.” I trailed after Ryan as he weaved deftly through the airport crowds. Mr Hetfield’s security. What in fuck’s name have I gotten myself into? We finally made our way to the parking lot, my eyes instinctively drawn to the dark horizon to take in my first glimpses of this new, fascinating city. It was cooler than I expected, the sky overcast with clouds. Isn’t this California? The land of endless warmth? I rubbed my arms as I glanced down at my thin, summery dress. A little enthusiastic, perhaps. “Here we are,” Ryan stopped next to a black pickup truck, the windows heavily tinted. He leant in front of me and opened the passenger side door. “Nice to meet you, Lucy.” I watched as he quickly disappeared into the rows of cars around me. Within seconds, he was gone. “Well...hello.” The familiar drawl from the inside of the pickup sent my insides clashing together in frenzied fusion of fear and delight. I turned towards the truck, my gaze immediately landing on a scuffed pair of cowboy boots propped casually on the dashboard in front of me. I slowly ran my eyes from the line of his boots along every inch of the tight, faded jeans that covered his impossibly long legs to where he sat reclined in a simple blue flannel shirt, the sleeves rolled up to show his tanned, taut forearms. His injured hand was propped casually along the steering wheel, the other resting gently on his thigh. I almost passed out as my eyes eventually came to rest on his face, partially hidden behind the pulled-down brim of a battered white cowboy hat. Oh my God. That hat is possibly the sexiest thing I have ever seen in my whole entire life. James lifted his chin to meet my eyes and gave me a flirtatious, heart-stopping grin. “Are you getting in?” He is SO. FREAKING. HOT. He lifted his feet from the dash and slowly curled his legs under the steering wheel as I slipped into the leather seat beside him, quietly realising how thrilled I was to be in his presence again. My nerves from earlier began melting away as I relished in his company, my stomach slowly unwinding from its knots of trepidation. It was just so good to see him again. I could instantly feel a charge in the air as I grinned back at him, my eyes taking in every inch of his amazing, beautiful face. He was even more gorgeous than I remembered. I drew in a sharp breath of air as he leant across the seat and kissed me gently on the cheek, his lips lingering long enough to make me realise that it was more than just a perfunctory greeting. His long hair tickled the top of my bare shoulder as he sat back in his seat, his eyes meeting mine with a cheeky grin. I felt like someone had punched me. “How are you?” he murmured, still staring into my eyes. I flushed with pleasure, somewhat surprised at the effect his three simple words had on me. Travis never asked how I was, unless I asked him first. And when he did ask, he didn’t actually care. “I’m good. I’m really, really, really good.” As I spoke I felt my smile become wider and I watched as his eyes crinkled with delight. “How are you?” I began to relax, his easy-going manner soothing my rattled nerves. “I’m okay. I’m glad you’re here.” He gave me a shy little grin. “And I’m sorry about having to send Ryan in to get you,” he continued, frowning a little. “I just...can’t. Too many people.” “Oh,” I nodded, slightly bewildered. “It wouldn’t have been safe. For you. Especially at the moment.” James gave me a wry smile as nodded towards his injured hand. “Sorry. Paparazzi’s everywhere.” “No, it’s fine. It was just a bit...weird, you know. I’ve never had to think about security before.” “Well, unfortunately, you’re going to get pretty used to it over the next few days.” James shot me a look from the corner of his eye. “You are staying, aren’t you?” “Um...” I paused, thinking. Can I do this? I took a deep breath. “Only if you want me to. If you get sick of me, you have to kick me out,” I stressed emphatically. “I’m not going to get sick of you.” James gave me a mildly exasperated look, his blue eyes sparkling. “You might.” “I won’t.” “I can stay at a hotel or something.” I began fidgeting nervously with my bag, my eyes downcast. “I don’t want to get in your way...” “Lucy.” I raised my eyes at James’ impatient tone. He stared at me, a smile playing at his lips. “It’s fine. I’ve got plenty of room. I want you to stay. With me. In my house. Okay?” Holy shit. “Um. Yes. Okay.” I smiled at James shyly. “Thanks.” “And anyway....I can’t let you go anywhere wearing that dress.” “Why?” I gasped, instantly horrified. I stared down at myself and immediately began looking for fault. “What’s wrong? Is it really awful? Oh God. It’s hideous, isn’t it. I look disgusting.” I groaned, my head in my hands. “No!” James laughed, his chuckle resonating warmly in his chest. “I just mean that I can’t let you go anywhere in that dress because you’d get too much attention. You look fucking amazing. I might get...” he raised his eyebrow suggestively, “...jealous.” Oh, Christ, James. Stop being so fucking HOT. I gave him a slow, seductive smile. “Interesting. I didn’t realise you were the jealous type. I could use that to my advantage.” James grinned at me, enjoying our flirty game. “I get very jealous. I don’t like sharing.” He turned the key in the ignition, the car instantly roaring to life. We quickly wound our way out of the parking lot and onto the freeway, my attention momentarily distracted as I watched him drive. It was masculine yet powerfully elegant and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the muscles in his arm as he effortlessly changed gears. James glanced over and caught me staring, grinning as I flushed with embarrassment. “I meant what I said before.” He turned his eyes back to the road. “What?” I blinked up at him, my mouth dry. “You look beautiful. That dress is...” James whistled under his breath, shaking his head. “...damn.” He shifted his eyes again to sneak a quick glance at my legs. “Amazing.” “You don’t look too bad yourself, Mr Hetfield,” I teased, beginning to relax and enjoy the playful banter. I loved flirting. It had been far too long since I’d had the opportunity to use it. And what a guy to use it on! James gave a self-satisfied smile and kept staring at the road ahead of him, saying nothing. I stared out the window as the streets of San Francisco flew by, the darkness making it difficult to get a real look at the city. I was surprised at the steepness of the rolling hills and the way we seemed to be endlessly turning corners at impossibly tight junctions. It was almost like we were in a maze. “So what do you want to do while you’re here?” James glanced over at me as he quickly changed lanes. You, Hetfield. I’d like to do you. I coughed, my racy thought catching me by surprise. Fuck, Lucy, keep your pants on. Or dress. Or whatever. “Uhhh...what?” “What do you want to do? You know, sightseeing and shit.” “Oh.” JESUS. I’m out of control. “Well, there is one thing actually. I’m kind of fascinated with prisons.” “Alcatraz?” “Yeah.” I grinned. “Do they do ghost tours?” James rolled his eyes, smirking. “Probably.” “Awesome!” I enthused, bouncing a little in my seat. “I hope it’s haunted.” James gave me a wary grin. “You really want to do that?” “Fuck yes. I hope I get the absolute crap scared out of me.” James laughed, a long, rumbling chuckle from deep in his belly. “Fair enough.” He looked over at me, his blue eyes almost black in the darkness of the car. “So you’re into death and jails and haunted shit. What else?” I laughed. “Yeah, I do love the freaky stuff. Probably ties in with my nursing. I’ve always been fascinated with blood...and it kind of just goes hand in hand with horror, really.” James grimaced. “Kirk’s gonna love you.” “But aside from that, I like all sorts of stuff. I love music, but you already know that.” I grinned as I caught a glimpse of my record sticking out the top of my bag. “I love travelling. I love finding a great restaurant. I love reading. I love cooking. I love going for hikes. I don’t know...just...normal stuff.” “Hiking? Do you ever go camping too?” “As kids we used to go camping all the time. We lived on a farm so mum and dad would just let us go out on the property with our swags and –“ “Your what? Swags? What the fuck are swags?” “A swag. You know. A bed thing. For camping.” “A bed thing.” James repeated my words, laughing. “Yeah. A bed thing. Like a mattress and stuff, all rolled up, and then you put all your belongings inside of it. Then you just carry it on your back. And when you’re ready to set up camp, you just unroll the mattress and bam! There’s a swag. It’s got a cover on it and everything, so you’re protected from the weather. You know...'once a jolly swagman'?” “What?” “Ahhh...forget it. It’s a stupid Australian folk song.” I was babbling, nervous as hell. “Right.” James grinned at me, teasing me. “Travis and I - ” I stopped short, horrified. What the hell made my brain go there? Get the fuck out of my head, you ass! “My...uh, ex-boyfriend and I...” I glanced at James. He was frowning slightly, but saying nothing. “Um...doesn’t matter.” I trailed off, embarrassed. James hesitated. “You used to go camping together?” He took off his hat as we approached a red light, running his fingers through his mop of thick, wavy hair. I sighed, mesmerised. “Um. Yeah. Camping.” I blinked. “But only when we first starting seeing each other. He never really seemed to enjoy it much. He was always so relieved when I said we could go home. I think he was just hoping to get in my pants.” “Did it work?” James gave me a filthy grin, jamming his foot on the accelerator as the light changed back to green. I snorted with laughter. “Fuck no! I expect to be wined and dined before I jump into bed with somebody.” I glared at James mockingly, a smile playing at my lips. James slowed down the car and began turning into the long driveway of huge, sprawling, dimly lit home, densely surrounded by a forest of thick, green trees. I stared at my surroundings, speechless. Even in the darkness I could see that the property was stunning. “So do you kiss on the first date?” James pulled the car up to a stop in front of a massive double garage. “Or is it just sex that you’re a tease with?” I looked down as he leisurely reached out and grasped the handbrake, squeezing it gently with his hand. He glanced across at me as he ever so slowly pulled it up towards him, locking the brake with a grin of lewd, flirtatious delight. Holy fucking shit. Amazingly, I managed to keep a straight face. “I kiss on the first date. But only if he’s incredibly sexy.” “Really?” “Really.” “Hmmm. Does a car ride count as a first date?” Oh good Lord. I dropped my head as a delighted flush graced my cheeks. “Maybe.” “What if the guy thinks you’re really, really beautiful?” I felt a shy, elated smile spread slowly across my face. My stomach dropped and an anxious giggle began bubbling inside of me as I stared down at my lap, too nervous to make eye contact. “I’d think about it.” I bit my lip, grinning, my heart pounding wildly. Out of the corner of my eyes I saw James reach over and take hold of my hand with his own. “What if he’s been desperate to kiss you since the moment he first laid eyes on you?” Holy… “That helps.” I started laughing, relishing in the playfulness of his voice. “And what if he flys you out from another country, picks you up from the airport and then promises to treat you to the three most amazing days of your life?” James’ voice was low in my ear as he scooted slowly across the seat to sit next to me. I drew in a soft gasp of air as our bodies pressed tantalizingly close together, my breasts pushed gently against the tight, taut, deliciousness of his chest and his alluring, musky scent sending my insides into a frenzy of sexual delight. I looked down at our clasped hands, balanced together gently on his thigh, his thumb drawing soft, circular patterns on my skin. “Then yes. Definitely.” I l turned my face towards his shyly, my heart beating with uncontrolled craving. “I’d definitely kiss him…” James gave me a soft, breathtaking smile as he tilted his head to the side and slowly leaned in towards me, my eyelids fluttering closed as I felt the heat of his breath on my face. His lips touched hesitantly against mine, his mouth searching gently for a reciprocal lust. It was tender and soft and a flood of desire stormed through me as his fingers found their way to my cheek, delicately grazing my skin. I slowly curled my hand around his neck, my fingers burning at the touch of his smooth, soft skin. Desire exploded within me as our tongues finally met and we began tasting each other with a sweet, sensual slowness. It was divine. “I’ve been wanting to do that for so long,” James whispered when he finally broke away, staring deep into my eyes. Not as long as I have, Hetfield. I’ve been wanting to do that since about 1984. I said nothing, choosing instead to give him a slow, lusty smile, hoping he would again take the opportunity to press his soft, sensual lips against mine and send me spiralling into a whirlpool of sexual desire. He did. Our kiss was long and unhurried, our hands caressing each other’s faces as we lost ourselves in the spine-tingling moment. Neither of us wanted to break away. Every time that our kisses became shorter and began to be scattered with cheeky, delighted smiles, we would find ourselves once again melting into one another, our mouths becoming fused, our tongues desperate to savor the sweet tenderness of our embrace. We kissed each other with a soft, passionate yearning, our breathing becoming shallow and ragged, our hands gently exploring one another’s skin. “Lucy…” James murmured against my mouth, his eyes still closed. “James…” I breathed, loving the sound of his name on my lips. “As much as I don’t want this to stop...” “Mmmmm…” I was unable to speak as once again James’ lips found mine. Oh my God, he is such an incredible kisser… “...and that you said you want to be wined and dined...” “Mmmmm...” Just kiss me, Hetfield. Stop talking. “…I think that perhaps…” “Mmmmm….” I moaned with delight as James trailed his mouth softly down my neck. “...we should go inside...” “Mmmmm...” I tilted my head back, my eyes closed as he nibbled tenderly on my skin. “...perhaps somewhere more comfortable...” “Mmmmm...” I groaned, the feeling of James’ breath on my skin sending shivers down my spine. “...perhaps...” I gasped in delight as James gently traced his fingers across my thigh. “...the bedroom?” To be continued... Edited by NothingElseMatters, October 3, 2012, 11:57 pm.
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| jaymzbabe | October 3, 2012, 1:49 pm Post #66 |
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Bravo bravo :horns2 P :horns2 :horns2 :horns2
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| lusy_orion | October 3, 2012, 2:34 pm Post #67 |
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Oh for love of God ,woman...why did you stop here,why,why,why..ok..i'll wait..and in mean time i'm gonna find some TBA James for you...if that's what will make you post sooner i'll do it...just don't keep me waiting..you know i'm not the most patient person in the world.. I'm loving this story Nicole..you are doing amazing job...so all i want is MORE,MORE and MORE!!!
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| Verde Manzanita | October 3, 2012, 2:43 pm Post #68 |
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@_______________________@ *deliciously dead now* Have you ever been told about the great writer you are? What a silly question, of course you've been told. The chapter was amazing and that James... oh God, I'd be shamelessly lying if I said I wouldn't fuck him from the very moment I saw him. You described so well the kissing scene, so vividly, so realistic... What a birthday gift this has been We want/need MORE!!
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| Shayniz21 | October 3, 2012, 3:42 pm Post #69 |
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I loved loved loved this update!!! It was amazing! I laughed so much in this update! Espicially when you were like,
Omg I died at that part LOL, I would think the same thing! Can't wait for more! Your updates make squeal everytime I read them!! |
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| I_Disappear | October 3, 2012, 6:13 pm Post #70 |
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Bowing down to your greatness!!Holy freakin' crap I think I died and went to heaven!! Please feel free to update again soon with another amazing update!!! |
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| HannahBanana | October 3, 2012, 6:55 pm Post #71 |
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As soon as I finished reading I had to make sure to log on so I can leave a reply! Gurrrrl if you don't update this soon, I will be so upset (Not really) But that was AMAZING! If I was Lucy, as soon as we kissed I would've snatched James' sexy ass out of the car and made a run for the nearest bed! That last part was just so tempting... Great job! I love this so much because your writing is just that good
Edited by HannahBanana, October 3, 2012, 6:56 pm.
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| Attie | October 3, 2012, 11:21 pm Post #72 |
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Holy. Mother. Of. God. That was brilliant! This story is literally one of the best fan fictions I've ever read ever. (and I've read tons) James is so ugh I agree with Lucy; I wanna do him!!Please update soon!!!
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| NothingElseMatters | October 4, 2012, 1:06 am Post #73 |
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Destination: Koolzville
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GIRLZ! You are just way too kind. I'm so blown away by your comments and your support. I'm having an absolute ball writing this and I get such a kick out of sharing it with you all. Really, the way you guys respond to my updates...makes me feel all squishy inside No seriously - thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you. From the bottom of my heart. @ Zeljka - why did I stop there? Why? Cos I knew it would drive you INSANE Love you girl! ![]() @ Alba - Happy birthday honey!! James sends you his kisses and love @ Attie - really? One of the best? Nahhhhhhhhhhh.... Working on the next chapter now. I've written most of it (oh my God, I was up til like 4 am last night, why would I sleep when I can write about James and Lucy doing filthy things together? Sleep is irrelevant.) so I'm hoping I can update again really soon. Just like Lucy, I have 3 days off coming up...maybe I'll go to SF...Thanks again girls - you're all totally awesome.
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| lusy_orion | October 4, 2012, 3:55 am Post #74 |
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...God..i almost got a heart attack...i thought that you updated already... ..Well..yes,you drive me insane... Oh i can't wait..can't wait..see how patient i am.. Doing filthy things.... ..you are doing this on purpose .. now i'm going to find some James pics....
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| Verde Manzanita | October 4, 2012, 4:38 am Post #75 |
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Oh, so it's gonna be an update soon and they're going to do filthy things... Well, I'll go die drooling and will come back when I resucitate. P. S.: thank you for the happy birthday (and thank James for me for all his love ).
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