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| Fight Fire With Fire; James/OFC, Het, 1999 | |
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| -DJ- | July 1, 2013, 4:58 pm Post #211 |
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Before my mom left to go back to Memphis she made sure I was pretty much covered for the wedding. My flowers were picked out, I got my shoes, accessories that she was sure I needed and we discussed how I’d have my hair and make-up. She tried to pick out something for Ollie to wear but there was no point since there was no definite date yet and he was still growing. Since my mom had gone, my days had been pretty boring; I’d bring Ollie to the park then go over to my dad’s for a while then come home and wait for a phone call from James that I’d get every other day. He managed to stay in touch and sounded fairly happy. There was no mention of Maxine but I guessed no news was good news. James was due home tomorrow afternoon so I looked over the list of things I still needed to get before the wedding in bed. “Mommy?” I thought I was dreaming when I heard James’ voice. I turned over in bed and he was sitting on the bed with a giggling Ollie in his lap. “Hey, what are you doing home? And what is that on your face?” I asked about the ginger biker moustache on his top lip. “My moustache. You don’t like it? I caught an early flight from Washington so I could home and see my buddy. No welcome home kiss?” he pouted. “I am not kissing you with that moustache, James” I laughed. It was definitely a sight to wake up to. “It’d be like making out with my dad” “Can you take him?” he handed Ollie to me. “Where are you going?” “To shave” he told me leaving the room. I got Ollie up and dressed and went downstairs to get his breakfast because it was almost 8am. I was starting on him on solids today instead of a bottle so he was getting oatmeal for babies. It looked gray and gross. He sat in his high chair in the kitchen and James came in clean shaven. “Ew. What is that?” James said looking into the bowl of what looked like cement. “Oatmeal” “Yuck” he said sitting at the breakfast bar at the island. “I don’t think I ever seen you without facial hair…looks weird” “There is no pleasing you, Ruth” “I hope you’re not only realizing that now. Do you think he’s grown?” “He’s gotten heavier for sure. And his hair is longer too” “So is yours. Did anything strange or exciting happen on tour?” “Not really. Same old tour routine. I got a lot of chicks with that moustache though” “That is not funny” I looked over to him and gave him a dirty look while he just stared back at me grinning. “Speaking of chicks, how is Maxine?” “I don’t know, I didn’t see much of her actually. Apparently she’s with some new roadie we got on this tour so she stayed out of my way. Poor guy” I couldn’t lie, when he told me that a feeling of relief washed over me. It wasn’t him I didn’t trust, it was her. “Did you have a good time with your mom?” he half laughed because I told him how overbearing she was when we spoke on the phone. “She helped out a lot with the wedding stuff. But…I’m glad she’s gone” “What’s left to do with the wedding?” “I have to make a few more payments on my dress, you have to get a suit, Ollie has to get something to wear, we have to write our vows, pick up our rings, organize someone to marry us, confirm a date to get married, order a cake, order flowers, book a honeymoon location, convince my dad to look after Ollie while we’re on honeymoon…so, there’s still a lot to do” my brain felt fried after listing all that stuff out. “What’s your dress like?” “You’ll have to wait and find out” “I bet it’s hot…but it’ll probably look better on the floor of the honeymoon suite” he kissed my neck on his way to the fridge to get a bottle of water. “When are we actually getting married?” “Well I was thinking…” he went quiet. “About?” “More kids” I dropped the spoon I was feeding Ollie with when he told me his thoughts. “Are you being serious right now? Or is this just the jetlag talking?” “I’m serious. If I was Ollie I’d want a brother or sister around” “So you want more kids before we get married? You are aware I just bought a wedding dress, right?” “I know. Can you at least think about it while I go for a nap please?” I finished feeding Ollie and cleaned up the mess he made then sat down in front of Oprah to think about James wanting more kids. I was convinced that his mind was still running at a thousand miles an hour from being on tour and that he was thinking ahead. I wasn’t against the idea of more kids and a bigger family but more before we were supposed to get married was a little soon for me. I still hadn’t gone back to work and I had no idea what James’ schedule was like for the near future so I didn’t want to be on my own with two small kids either. After all he was the one who said he wanted to be married and settled down before we had any kids. In late afternoon James got up while Ollie was napping. “Have you thought about what I said?” “Yes I have and I still think it’s kinda soon to have another kid right now” He sighed and slumped in disappointment. “Hear me out okay?” I began, hoping he’d understand if I explained a little more. “I have no idea how much or how little you’ll be here in the next year or two so handling two babies would be a big deal for me. I do want to go back to work at some stage too you know? I miss being on the road with you guys and I don’t like the idea of being a housewife. And if I was to get pregnant, say next month, Ollie would still be really little then you’d have to put up with a teething, crying son plus a girlfriend moaning about how much her back and feet hurt” He nodded so I could tell he was coming around to my way of thinking. “Do you want more kids though? In the future, I mean” “Yeah of course I do. Why do you want do want more right away?” I was keen to know his sudden interest about having more kids, it wasn’t something he had mentioned on the phone. “This is probably gonna sound really dumb, but I miss getting up at all hours just to hold him and to rock him back to sleep. He’s getting older now so he doesn’t do that as much. I just feel like this is all moving so fast, like tomorrow I’ll be buying him his first car” “I know what you mean but do you really think more kids are the answer? I think we should just embrace what we have now” “I don’t know. But do you think you can stop taking birth control so if it happens it happens?” “I thought we were meant to be getting married soon though?” “We will, don’t worry” “When is the next leg of your tour?” “Two weeks from today. But it’s only for two weeks though” “I wish I could come with you” “So come. It’s only the States so we wouldn’t be too far away” “But what about Ollie?” “Could your dad take him?” “Maybe. But what would I be doing?” “Well I’ve already got a guitar tech but you could be my PA and do whatever I say?” “I thought I did that here anyway?” I laughed. “You won’t mind doing it on the road then” |
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| Metal_Psyche | July 2, 2013, 4:27 pm Post #212 |
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Yay, quick update! I'm all about James with a tash though, what is Ruth thinking? Glad there was no bother from Maxine while he was away. And I'm already excited about the honeymoon!
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| -DJ- | July 3, 2013, 1:43 pm Post #213 |
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@Metal_Psyche I know, she's crazy for not liking the porn 'tache! Thanks for the comment! Before we left for the tour I got some more things for wedding including our rings, something for Ollie to wear, James got his suit and I paid off my dress. We agreed that our priority would be the wedding when we returned from this leg of the tour and most of the dates were on and around the west coast so we weren’t that far away from home and I spoke to my dad on the phone every day. I loved being back on tour. I loved the buzz around the stadiums and arenas before the shows even though I wasn’t very involved in much of it. Every night I watched James’ and Kirk’s guitar techs take care of their guitars and I wanted to jump in and do them myself. I found myself sitting around more than I ever had on any previous tour. Even though I was acting as James’ PA, he wasn’t very demanding; I had to get him some coffee every once in a while but that was about it. It was our second last date on the tour and it was in Las Vegas. The band had already their sound check in the arena and we had the rest of the afternoon free. “Please let me do your guitars tonight? Give your tech the night off. Please?” I pleaded with him while he put one of his guitars in a case. “Let me think about it” “I hope it’s not because you think I can’t do it because I can; I’ve done it before” “I know you can do it, baby. I just don’t see why you should have to when there’s someone else employed to do it” “Because I want to! I miss all of this. I miss opening the packets of strings and the sound they make when they get pulled through the bridge” I sighed. “You know, that makes it sound like you’re not having fun being my slave” “I’m having so much fun being your slave, master” “That’s more like it. You wanna go for a walk before we have to be back here? We have four hours to kill” We went for lunch in a small café just off the main Vegas strip. I ordered a huge sandwich and James only ordered a small bowl of soup. “That’s all you’re getting?” I questioned his portion size. “I want to fit into my suit” “I can’t wait until Ollie gets a bit older and we can take him out on the road with us. One big touring family” “Yeah that’ll be awesome. How did your dad say he was when you spoke to him?” “He’s fine. My dad’s getting used to earlier mornings again though. So can I do your guitars later?” “My god! You don’t give up do you?” I shook my head and smiled. “Fine. You can do my guitars but if Andy asks, it was your idea” he said, laughing at my persistence. “Okay! Looking forward to a few months off when we get home?” “Yeah. We should get married then” “Good idea” “And make a baby” he raised an eyebrow. “Is that just another way of saying ‘we should have lots of sex’ while you have time off?” “No. But that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t have lots of sex” he smirked. We finished lunch then continued walking the strip hand in hand. It had been a while since we had some time together by ourselves and even though we weren’t talking much, it was nice to be in each other’s company uninterrupted. I felt a strong tug on my arm and when I turned, James had stopped walking. “Let’s get married” he blurted. “We are getting married” “No. I mean right here. Now” he looked up at a typical Vegas wedding chapel meant for drunken people and tourists. “James…” “C’mon, Ruth” “I swear touring warps your mind sometimes” I said taking his face in my hands. “What’s the difference between getting married here and getting married back in California?” “All the stuff we planned is in California! The dress I spent a LOT of money on is there, your suit, Ollie and my parents aren’t here, we don’t have the rings…” “Most of those are just material things though. I know your parents will be a little pissed but we can have a party or something after the honeymoon. Please?” he stared at me with the best puppy eyes he had ever given me. “Okay” I agreed, still thinking he was crazy. He grinned and walked into the wedding chapel where a woman took our details. I looked around and there were a few chairs and a small makeshift altar. I stayed quiet and let James do most of the talking. After signing some forms, the same woman who greeted us appeared to be marrying us too. My heart was slamming against my chest. I had no idea what I was going to say to James because I hadn’t written my vows yet. When he took my hands it occurred to me that we were about to be married and everything seemed so real and finite. “Have you got vows written or do you want me to read out the ones I have here?” “No, I want to say something. Um, I know you didn’t really want to do this today but I didn’t want to put off getting married to you for another day. I could say a lot of things here and keep you here all day but more than anything else I want to thank you for giving me a family that I love and for believing that I could get back into music, be a good father and I hope you believe I can be a good husband too” The whole time James was speaking he had sincerity in his eyes while I had tears in mine. “Ruth? Do you want to say something to James?” the woman looked at me. “Yeah. I don’t know if I told you this but I respect you more than anyone else. Any man that can overcome as much as you have deserves a huge amount of respect. We’ve been through so much stuff together and whether it was bad or good, you were always there no matter what state our relationship was in. And you’re right; I wasn’t a fan of getting married here today but I don’t care because right now is pretty perfect and I already know you’ll be a good husband. I love you so much” After the ‘I do’ stuff, we signed a piece of paper to say we were legally married. I actually got married in jeans. “Oh my god. What did we just do?” I laughed once we got outside. “We got married!” he picked me up and kissed me. “And I think we should enjoy our time before we go home because we’re going to get our asses kicked” “You’re right” he put me down and we began to walk back towards the arena. “You know, I never had a big vision of a white wedding but I really could not have imagined this if I tried. What are we going to do with my dress and your suit though?” “We could wear them when we get home and sit in front of the tv getting fat eating our wedding cake. I mean, we’re married now so you have to stay with me no matter how I look” “Sounds like a plan. Since I’m doing your guitars tonight you have to tell my mom we got married” “No. I am NOT agreeing to that. She’ll hate me forever!” “We’re married now, James. We have to compromise!” Edited by -DJ-, July 3, 2013, 4:14 pm.
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| Jaymez | July 3, 2013, 2:25 pm Post #214 |
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Sorry for not commenting in forever, I've been super busy. So... Uh.... WOAH!!!!! James wants more children? They're married now??? My head is spinning! These chapters have been great, per usual. Seriously, woah! |
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| Metal_Psyche | July 4, 2013, 9:03 am Post #215 |
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Hold on a bloody minute!! I did NOT see that coming! But I do think it was a great wedding to suit the history of their relationship - honest and spontaneous. Love it. More? |
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| ZombieCake | July 5, 2013, 8:15 pm Post #216 |
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Definetly James gone crazy! Touring makes him think about really crazy ideas! But I loved it! Just a little wedding, true love between them, they dont need nothing else, just each other. <3 |
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| -DJ- | July 7, 2013, 5:12 am Post #217 |
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Thanks ladies When we got back to the venue that evening, our secret wedding didn’t stay secret for long. We weren’t sure who told who but Lars had a word or two to say about us getting married behind everyone’s backs which were mostly “fuck” and “sneaky”. However, most were accepting of us doing our own thing. After the tour was over and after dropping our bags off at home we went straight to my dad’s to pick up Ollie. “Hey, you two. Welcome back” my dad opened the door holding Ollie and as soon as he saw James he reached out his arms so James could take him with a huge grin on his face. “How was he?” “He was fine. He gets really cranky when he’s tired though” “Yeah he’s always been like that. Gets it from James” “How was the tour?” “It was fun. Quiet too” “When is the big day then? I had your mom on the phone telling me to get fitted for a suit. You got yours, James?” We had discussed this; how we’d tell my parents we had already gotten married without them there. My vote was to just tell them out straight but James wanted to hope they’d forget about their only daughter getting married. “Actually, the tour wasn’t that quiet, something strange happened” I told him sheepishly. “Oh yeah?” my dad said interested. “Well…and you’re not going to believe this but…we already got married…in Vegas” “Are you guys kidding?” “No” “Wow. There’s never a dull moment with you. Congratulations are in order I guess” my dad hugged me then shook James’ hand. “But I thought you were getting married here? Why the change?” “It just kinda happened. We didn’t decide before we left to get married in our jeans in Vegas” “It was my idea to be honest, Chris” James finally spoke. “We had talked and talked about it but we still had no set date so we passed a chapel thing on the strip and got married. I know you wanted to be there but we can have a party or something and invite Tina up” “Hey, I’m not gonna judge you two. You’ve always done things your own way and I respect that. I’m just a little worried about your mom. She was looking forward to the wedding. And what about your dress, Ruth?” “Yeah…I don’t know. I’ll save it for a rainy day I guess” “And what about a honeymoon? You know where I am if you want to leave Ollie with me” “Thanks. We’re trying to figure something out still but we’ll call you to arrange something” Ollie started to get restless so we left my dad’s and brought him home as a proper family. I sat on the couch with James and dialed my mom’s number to get it out of the way. I knew he wouldn’t talk to her like he semi-agreed to but he was there for moral support. The conversation ended up being pretty short unlike previous ones and I could tell she was trying not to sound pissed off. She, like my dad, respected we could make our own decisions but I couldn’t help feel I had let her down in a way by not letting her see me get married and felt like the week she spent in our house planning everything had gone to waste. I got up off the couch after ending the phone call and grabbed my purse. “Where are you going? We just got home” James frowned. “I need to go to the drug store to pick up my birth control” “I thought we discussed this, Ruth?” he sighed. “We did. But we never agreed on anything. I have to go; they close in fifteen minutes” Later that evening I sat on our bed fiddling with the packet of birth control in my hands. I hadn’t taken it yet and James had been pretty short with me since I got back from the drug store so I had left him alone. Our wedding rings still sat in their black boxes on the bedside table. The last thing I wanted was to start this marriage with an argument. “Hey can we talk?” I called when I saw him pass the bedroom around an hour later. “Yeah” he came in carrying a sleepy Ollie on his hip. “What’s up?” he laid on his back on the bed letting our son sleep on his chest. “Do you really want to have another baby right now?” “Do you not?” “That’s not what I asked” “Of course I do. I don’t want to be frail old men watching my kids go to college. I want to be active in their lives and won’t have to say I can’t play catch with them because my knees or back hurt. But I can’t do it by myself and I don’t want to force you into anything either” he spoke quietly. “I do want more kids but there’s always the ‘what if’ factor you know? What if this goes wrong or this happens…I know we’re not getting any younger either” “I don’t think you should be worried. We’ve proved we can make healthy babies” he pointed to Ollie. “Yeah you’re right” “So you’re not going to take those?” “I guess not” I turned my head and smiled at him. “Here” I put down the pills and took his wedding ring out of the box and slid it on his finger. I put my thinner one on too. “Wow. It’s official huh?” he said looking at the thick wedding band on his finger. “What does it feel like being a Hetfield?” “Awesome” “Oh I booked our trip by the way” “When I was gone to the drug store? That was fast! Where are we going? And when?” “The uh…Co…shit” he cursed and tried to raise his hips to get a piece of paper out of his back pocket without disturbing Ollie. “Here” he handed me a folded piece of paper with his hand writing on it. “The Cote D’Azur? In France?” I asked surprised. “Yeah. You ever been?” “No. The only time I’ve been to France was with you guys and those gigs weren’t near the south. You change your mind about Italy?” “I was thinking about it then I remembered I have some bad memories of Italy” he cleared his throat and woke Ollie who started to whimper. “Anyway that place is supposed to be good though especially around this time of year” he got up off the bed to bring Ollie to his room. “We leave next Thursday by the way” |
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| Jaymez | July 7, 2013, 5:17 am Post #218 |
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Awesome chapter!!!! I promise to give a more full review after the next chapter, you know, people to see and places to go. |
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| ZombieCake | July 7, 2013, 1:19 pm Post #219 |
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More babies... Uh!!! I still think that James is crazy, wanting more babies so soon, booking a honeymoon in less than an hour... Hahahaho, buylt Iblike it, cause he is cute :3 |
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| Metal_Psyche | July 7, 2013, 1:33 pm Post #220 |
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James has got an impulse control problem at the moment! I'm surprised Ruth's mum didn't kick off more. I thought she was going to have a shit fit about them getting hitched in Vegas! Obviously I'm looking forward to more.
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| -DJ- | July 9, 2013, 12:26 pm Post #221 |
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After a long journey from California to the South of France, I woke up on my back still half dressed in a ridiculously comfy bed. I looked around the white room as I tried to wake myself up and I couldn’t even remember getting into bed or even the taxi ride here. I flung my arm out to search for James but his side of the bed was cold when I touched it. I sat up and found him looking out onto the balcony with his jeans hanging loose on his waist. “You should see the view we have” he smiled with his voice still sleepy. “Have you been up long?” “No” he yawned. I got up with my shirt stuck to my back due to the intense heat and stood beside him. “Holy fuck” The view was amazing. We could see the coastline and the rich blue water of the Riviera under a clear orange sky that met each other at the horizon. A warm breeze blew when I opened the door and stepped onto the balcony with James following me. I didn’t think there was any way that he could have organized this in just an hour. As I looked around more, we were staying in some sort of private villa. “Just out of curiosity, how long had you been planning this?” “Not long” “You didn’t do all of this while I was gone to the drug store though, right?” “I booked the flights while you were gone but Kirk mentioned this place to me years ago so I finally had a reason to check it out. It’s not really a place you come to by yourself” “It’s awesome. Thank you” I wrapped my arms around his waist and noticed the sun was pretty low in the sky so I thought we must have woken up really early. “We should get breakfast. I’m starving” “Breakfast? It’s 6.30…in the evening” “Are you kidding?!” “Jetlag, baby. Go shower and we’ll get dinner” I showered and let my hair dry by itself with some mousse in it so it’d go curly. I put on a light, strapless black summer dress that went to just above my knee and a pair of black flats. I figured if I was to break the habit of a lifetime and wear something girly then on honeymoon was the place to do it. James always took longer than me in the shower so I had time to check out the villa properly and it was as big as a house with two levels. Downstairs there was a pathway that led out to a private beach. A smile stretched across my lips as I thought about a week of pure relaxation ahead. When James was finally ready we strolled into a nearby town as the sun continued to go down behind us. We settled on a small family run restaurant that wasn’t too crowded and overlooked the French Riviera. “So have you anything specific planned for this week?” I asked wanting to know if he had anymore tricks hidden up his sleeve. “Not really. My plan was to just relax. I wanna check out those jet skis in the harbor at some stage though. Maybe make a baby too?” he curled an eyebrow after he said the last part. “I don’t think we should spend this holiday just trying to get me pregnant you know? If we’re meant to have a baby then we will. Let nature do its thing and all that” “Yeah but in order for nature to do its thing we have to do our thing” he smirked. “Something like 70% of women get pregnant on their honeymoon anyways” “You just made that statistic up right now” I laughed. “What? It’s true!” he said with a mouth full of food trying not to laugh. “If you say so” When we finished eating and walked back to the villa, James walked a few paces behind me all the way. “Come on, James” “You don’t wear dresses that often…or ever so I’m admiring the view I have from back here” I shook my head and smiled. “You should wear more dresses” “And why is that?” “So I can take them off” he whispered in my ear when he caught up to me and began to slid his hand up my thigh. “Can you at least wait until we’re home?!” I slapped his hand away and noticed the pace he was walking at increased with some urgency. As soon as the front door clicked shut, he sprinted up the stairs taking two steps at a time. When we reached the bedroom his hands immediately searched for the hem of my dress and he lifted it up over my head and threw it on the floor. He sat on the edge of the bed and tapped his lap with a devilish smile on his face. I kicked off my shoes and walked over to straddle his waist. “It wasn’t white or a wedding dress but at least you gave me something to take off” he said against my lips before capturing them in a kiss. I put my hands on his chest and I could feel his skin simmering underneath the soft cotton of his shirt. After his shirt hit the floor he kissed me again, more deeply this time, letting his tongue glide across my lips before coaxing them apart. My arms slid around his neck and my fingers tangled in his hair. He pulled me closer to his chest and kissed me even deeper still, his tongue stroking mine. I could feel the bulge begin to grow in his jeans as his hands roamed up and down my bare back. My fingers fumbled with metal of his belt buckle and I knew I was driving him crazy, teasing him by just touching that area. He groaned then rolled me over on the bed unexpectedly to stand up and rid himself of the rest of his clothes. As his boxers hit the floor I couldn’t remember looking forward to sex so much. Since Ollie had been born we barely had time to ourselves; our lives move at a hundred miles an hour every day. Even on tour we always had a plane to catch or to be somewhere. Before putting his weight on me, he slid my panties down my legs in one quick move. His hands travelled all the way up the sides of my body until he trapped my hands and pinned them above my head. He looked me dead in the eye with his own eyes dark with lust that made me shudder before his lips began to spread light kisses over my throat then I felt his teeth began to graze my collarbone. I was beyond aching for him at that point. I made an attempt to move my hands but he was much stronger than I was. He moved to grip both of my wrists with one hand and moved the palm of his other hand downwards over my stomach towards my wetness. He watched the expression on my face as he slid a finger inside me slowly with such a degree of intensity that somehow it made what he was doing feel even better. “What does that feel like?” he asked me with a gravelly voice with his lips touching the shell of my ear. “…Good” was all I could manage. As soon the word left my lips he pulled his finger out and his dick entered me quickly making me elicit a high pitched moan. His hands let my wrists go and my hands settled on his sides. “Mmm fuck” he groaned from the back of his throat as he found a steady rhythm. His hips began thrust a little faster and he rested his forehead on mine. Kisses were turning into flicks of the tongue and the heat in the room seemed to increase by a thousand degrees. My nails weren’t even raking into his back anymore because we were both sweating profusely. “Can you go harder?” the look on his face when I asked that made it seem more of a challenge than a request. He pulled out of me completely and repositioned himself with my legs over his shoulders. When he entered me again he arched his back into me so he could fill me completely. His stabs were deeper this time and both of our breathing patterns became erratic. “Tell me you’re close” he growled, almost begging. Each stab was bringing me closer and that warm, familiar feeling began to build up in the pit of my stomach. The only way we seemed to be communicating now was through heavy breaths and moans. My muscles clenched around him and I pushed my head further back into the bed. It didn’t take much for him to finish either as his hands gripped the sheets with such force that I felt them move under me. He threw himself on his stomach beside me. When I pulled the light bed sheet over us, I felt his back shaking as he caught his breath. “That good?” “Yeah” he whispered trying to catch his breath. “It hasn’t been like that in a long time” “Guess that’s what happens when you start to have kids” I ran my fingers through his hair. “And touring obviously” “Listen, if you feel pressured by me into having more kids all you have to do is tell me. You can start taking the pill again if you want” he told me sweetly stroking my arm with the back of his fingers. “No. Let’s just see what happens” Edited by -DJ-, July 9, 2013, 12:27 pm.
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| ZombieCake | July 9, 2013, 3:03 pm Post #222 |
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What an amazing view!! I wanna go France someday!! And It seems that Ruth doesn't want kids, but she is a little bit pressed by James... Hmmm not good!
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| Metal_Psyche | July 9, 2013, 5:55 pm Post #223 |
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Awwwwwwesome! And That is all!
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| rocks'n'molotovs | July 11, 2013, 12:56 pm Post #224 |
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I was following this story before I made a profile here. heh It's so adorable! I dunno why, but, I have this weird feeling that it's gonna be anti-climactic in some way... |
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| -DJ- | July 11, 2013, 1:36 pm Post #225 |
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Thanks you guys. And yay a new reader, well kinda @rocks'n'molotovs! The week of our honeymoon flew by; before I knew it we were on the plane home again. It was incredibly relaxing though. We were waking up feeling fully rested for the first time in months. We took full advantage of our time under the sun to top up our tan...well James' tan because I just burned. Although it was one of the best weeks of my life I was glad to be going home to my little boy. We landed in San Francisco around 4pm. We didn’t manage to get a lot of sleep on the plane again so our jetlag was pretty bad. I called my dad to tell him we were on the way to pick up Ollie but he told me he had just gone down for a nap so there was no point in picking him up yet. James got a call from Kirk almost the minute we landed to come to HQ as soon as possible because a final edit on a video needed his approval or something, I was too tired to pay close attention to what he was saying. When we got to HQ after dropping our bags home, the place was pretty deserted since everyone had some time off. Not even the usual guys that worked there were there. "Nice honeymoon you guys?" Kirk greeted us in the kitchen. "Yep. Better make this quick because we gotta go pick up Ollie" James told him. "No problem. Lars and bob are just through here" he brought us through to the rehearsal room and switched on the lights. "Congratulations!" around 50 people yelled and clapped. If I wasn't already awake, I certainly was now! All James' friends were there; Lars, Kirk, Bob, some crew and HQ staff. I looked over and spotted my dad holding Ollie and my mom and tom standing beside him. Something in my head told me that we wouldn’t get away with it when James said he wanted a small wedding and I was right. We didn’t. All the amps and racks had been pushed out to the edge of the room so there was a wide open space for people and a platter of food up against the wall. The wedding cake we ordered was also sitting beside the food. Someone had obviously done their homework. "Alright calm down you guys" Lars stood on a road case and spoke through a microphone. "We're gathered here today because these two sneaky fucks decided to go get married in Vegas without telling anyone but you're not getting away with it so easily. Honestly, I never in a million years saw you two getting together because you hated each other’s guts at the beginning but something must have happened because here I am giving a best man's speech. So, to wrap this up, congratulations to both of you and Ruth make sure you keep him in line. A few words from the happy couple?" Lars handed James the microphone, taking him by surprise. "Uh. Wow” he said and giggled out of nervousness. “This was not expected at all so thanks for coming everyone and to my apparent best man. We thought we escaped this with the whole Vegas thing but it's really appreciated. Not sure what else to say but I think this is a party so yeah, party on" As soon as he put the mic down James was on Lars’ case and my dad came over and brought Ollie to me. "Hey little guy” my boy wrapped his arms around my neck. “So you were in on this whole thing huh?" "Yeah. Lars is a determined guy, he started organizing this as soon as you left and he even tried to get your mom up here but she couldn't make it in time. You guys have a good trip?" “It was amazing. Did he give you any trouble? I promise we won't keep making you babysit so much for a while" "Don't worry about it he was fine as usual. I’m gonna grab some food. I’ll catch you later” I floated around taking to our friends and was informed Lars had in fact appointed himself James’ best man. I also heard some stories from people who had known James longer than I had that I could tease him with in the future. I saw my dad making some new friends among the HQ crew as well. “Can you believe this?!” I caught James as he walked by me. “I know. They could have done it on a day when it looked like we had some sleep. It’s pretty nice of them though” “Yeah and you thought there’d be no party. Did—“ I was interrupted by a slow rock song I’d never heard before playing over speakers in the room. “Right. It’s the couple’s first dance!” Lars’ voice came over the PA again and a space cleared in the centre of the room. I gave Ollie to Kirk beside me and cringed as we walked to the makeshift dance floor. “I’m gonna kill him for making us do this” James said in my ear as we swayed to the music. “What song is this?” “I have no idea” After the dance, cutting the cake and some more words from Kirk and Lars, people started to filter out when it started to get late. James sat in the kitchen getting stuck into the cake saying goodbye and thanks to people as they left and I sat on the couch playing with Ollie. “Thanks for today, man” James said to Lars who was about to leave. “Glad you had fun. Have fun cleaning up” he snickered then shut the door behind him. “You ready to leave now?” I asked James. “In a minute” he said barely understandable as he worked on eating a layer of wedding cake. “You’re going to get fat” He shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. We’re married now. I plan on completely letting myself go now because you’ll still have to love me” Twenty minutes later he threw his fork on the table in victory after polishing off his cake. “Alright let’s go” he took Ollie off me and handed me his keys. “You’ll have to drive. I’m either gonna fall asleep or throw up” “Y’know, in twenty years somebody is going to ask me about my wedding party and I’ll have to tell them I have no idea what the song was we danced to, we had no idea what was going on most of the time and nobody got to have any wedding cake because my husband ate it all and became diabetic” “Yeah so you’ll tell them you had a great day” |
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