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Honey Bee / Part Two (2)

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Pairing: Robert Plant x fem!reader x Jimmy Page x original female character

Summary: You've been on the road with Led Zeppelin for over two months now, acting as Robert's convenient little companion. It's now the final night of the tour, and tension has been rising. With the addition of Jimmy's new pretty young thing, you find yourself in a situation that just might take the cake for the best night of your life...

Warnings: NSFW (18+ only) Exhibitionism, voyeurism, public sex, oral sex (f and m receiving), more drug and alcohol use

Word count: 3,331

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If someone had told me that on the last night of the tour, Lila and I would be on our knees in front of the sofa where Robert Plant and Jimmy Page were seated, with a room full of people able to see us and a camera recording the moment for eternity, I would have thought they were joking.

Robert must have noticed my slight bewilderment as he and Jimmy relieved the pressure in their trousers, their arousal standing to attention. His hungry eyes softened briefly as he leaned forward and pecked a soft kiss to my lips.

“You sure you’re alright doing this, luv? We can disappear if you’d like,” he said quietly against my lips so that only I could hear him.

With a breathy laugh, I shook my head. “Nah, I love this. Just wasn’t expecting it to happen.” I smirked, lifting my gaze to look into his gorgeous blue eyes.

He gave me a satisfied grin and another heated kiss before sitting back against the sofa. “You are one naughty little minx, Y/N…”

His praise made me giggle enthusiastically, my hands holding onto his thighs. “Only for you, my Golden God,” I purred up at him.

“Here y’are, you two,” Peter appeared behind us, passing two shots of vodka to Lila and I. Without hesitation, we downed them, but not without a small droplet spilling out the side of Lila’s mouth and running down her chin.

I glanced at the two rock gods before us, and made the move to close in on Lila. Starting at her neck, I lapped up the spilt vodka. When I got to her lips, we shared a dazed expression. Her eyes were dilated, and I have no doubt mine were too. And before anyone had a chance to encourage us to close the gap, we did it ourselves, our plump lips connecting in a sloppy and passionate kiss.

The music that had been playing all night faded into the background and meshed with the whistles and drunken cheering. We tasted the vodka on each other’s tongues, as well as the desire to satisfy the men in front of us. This was a good start.

I heard satisfied murmurs, both from the men before us and the men around us. It was rather invigorating. 

“Nothin’ better than watching two beauties worship each other, right, Perce?”

“Mhmm…” 

Once I’d pulled away from Lila, my eyes shifted directly to Robert, his legs as open as they could go within the limited stretch of his jeans, and his erection stood proudly against his bare stomach. Two months was enough to get used to his size, but it never failed to make me weak at the knees as though I had never seen it before.

“You gunna give our stars a congratulatory blowy, you two?” Peter jeered behind us with nothing but encouragement. I chuckled under my breath, knowing he and his camera were watching everything Lila and I were doing.

I didn’t need much encouragement to have Robert’s cock in my mouth within seconds.

Glancing to the side, I could see that Lila made herself busy also with Jimmy, and before we knew it, we were both in the throes of pleasing our Gods.

The salty taste of skin delicately gliding along my tongue drew a small moan from my mouth, and my hand wrapped around his base, my head lowering by the second to try and take as much of him inside of my mouth as I could. 

Hollowing out my cheeks, Robert’s fingers threaded through my hair, holding it back into a makeshift ponytail so he could watch as I wrapped my lips securely around him. I dragged my tongue along the underside of his cock, applying pressure in the right places, along the prominent veins, and circling his hot tip.

Had we been alone, Robert would have been making all sorts of noises, but I imagine the very public way we were doing this kept some of those noises at bay. After all, we were only doing it to appease the camera, and our own debauched mind.

I glanced up at Robert, my lips suctioning around his tip. His eyebrows narrowed and he bit harshly onto his lips as his hips intuitively jerked upwards. Before long, his head fell backwards against the sofa, eyes closing as he enjoyed the steady pace I set. My goal wasn’t to make him come. At least not yet.

The whole scene was completely sordid. Two groupies being filmed on their knees in front of Robert Plant and Jimmy Page, high on cocaine and drunk with lust and whiskey. People around them cheering them on whilst going about their own drunken evening. Couldn’t get away with it these days.

I bobbed my head up and down along Robert’s shaft, trying to take more of him each time I lowered my head, and my efforts were rewarded by a satisfied hum.

But then my head was completely pulled off of him and my lips were soon smashed against his. His hands were gripping onto my hair and his mouth was hot with want.

“There’s no way I’m coming in front of all these people, and so early on into the night,” he breathed. He turned his head to Jimmy, who was making small thrusts up into Lila’s mouth, with his hand holding tightly onto the back of her head. “Oi, Pagey,” Robert nudged him. Jimmy opened his eyes, looking at Robert and I. 

With one swift nod of Robert’s head in the direction of the elevators, Jimmy nodded, an unspoken agreement coming to light by the second. The two of them shoved themselves back into their trousers, gave Peter an innocent smile, and stood up from their seats. Robert offered his hand to help me up. 

“Have a good night, you two–enjoy!” Peter laughed, the camera following us as we left the room, Robert right up behind me with his ever-growing bulge pressing into my lower back.

“So, does this have anything to do with where you two disappeared to tonight?” I asked Robert once the four of us were in the lift. Robert cornered me, his hands resting on the railing around the walls of the confined space to completely block me in. He lowered his head and peppered kisses along my cheek, to my nose, and then to my lips.

“Such a curious little thing… That’s why I picked you, darlin��,” he chuckled.

Jimmy had Lila in his arms, her back to him as he mumbled into her ear. Soon, Robert's lips were on my ear, and he was mumbling to me as the lift started ascending to the sixth floor.

“We were just wondering, my sweet, if you and Lila would be up for a bit of fun. To finish off the tour with a bang, y’know?” He smirked, nuzzling his nose into my hair and inhaling deeply as his arms wrapped around me tightly.

I couldn’t stop my own devious smile, reaching up to hold onto his biceps. I grazed my lips along his lower neck, resting my head on his shoulder. “I’ll do anything for you, Robert.”

I felt his chest vibrate as he hummed in approval, “Yeah?”

Nodding, I moved my head back to look up at him. “You deserve something after that show. And besides… it wouldn’t kill to be able to say I’ve had two rockstars, would it?”

Robert’s eyes darkened, and his grip on my waist tightened. “Well, no it wouldn’t. But let’s get one thing clear, darlin’,” he leaned down to whisper into my ear with a somewhat stern tone, “nobody else gets to sample your sweet nectar while you’re with me. It’s all mine…”

Something about the possession in his voice and his words, despite being fully married with kids an ocean away, was comforting. His unwillingness to let Jimmy fuck me was delicious all in itself. A lion must mark his territory, after all.

“We’ll still have fun, of course,” he continued. “But there’s no way I’m letting Pagey feel all of you the way I do.”

I gently brushed Robert’s hair from his face, studying his expression as anticipation flickered across his features. “I have a feeling that the Golden God is particularly insatiable tonight,” I remarked, my voice low and suggestive.

He chuckled in response. “A bit difficult when it’s you, luv.”

Before we could delve any further into our playful exchange, Jimmy’s voice cut through our reverie, snapping us out of our trance. He had his arm securely around Lila, who likely had received a similar teasing lecture from him as Robert had given me, as he exited the elevator.

I shot Robert a coquettish smirk, taking his hand as I led the way out of the lift.

An hour later, after a few more drinks and lines, we settled into the evening’s main event. It was clear that the two mischievous rockstars had been discussing this moment for some time, and they had finally found a suitable fourth member in Lila to join us.

Nestled within the confines of Robert and I’s room, the Golden God had me pinned against the wall, his fervent hips pressing into me as his lips claimed mine with a raw, consuming hunger. In the swirling haze of intoxicating substances and the pulsating heat of our shared desire, I surrendered to the night’s relentless embrace, the world beyond our immediate sphere fading into a distant murmur.

Amidst the swirling chaos, fleeting glimpses revealed Jimmy and Lila in the background, entangled in their own passionate dance upon the bed, their laughter merging with the symphony of our own unbridled ecstasy.

With my fingers entwined in Robert’s tousled locks, I exhaled into the kiss, the weight of my ankles locking around his waist in an insatiable quest for heightened sensation. I arched my hips, seeking any semblance of friction, to which he responded with a mischievous chuckle that mingled with the warmth of our breaths. Our tongues danced in a final intoxicating swirl before he broke away from the wall, his muscles rippling with controlled strength as he effortlessly carried me to the bed.

With a primal grace, he lowered me onto my back just above where our two companions lay entwined, Lila already on her way to being completely undressed. Robert, keeping his eyes locked on me, threw off his shirt and quickly got rid of his jeans before pulling me into a seated position.

“Time to see that beautiful body, baby,” he teased with a low rumble, tugging at the bottom of my top.

My skin prickled with goosebumps, the air in the room cooling in comparison to the heat spreading across my entire body. “Robert…” I whimpered as he lowered his head to kiss along my exposed chest.

“So desperate, darlin’,” he chuckled. “Shall we check in with our companions?” he asked with a smirk, but not waiting for an answer. He looked up at Jimmy and Lila. “My Y/N is so wanton, Pagey.”

The heat pooling between my legs intensified as I listened to Robert speak about me as if I weren’t there, and I shared yet another eager look with Lila, who seemed to match up to my desperation.

Jimmy’s eyes diverted down to my chest, his eyes eagerly taking in the sight before him. “Jesus, we’ve done well,” he breathed out, not bothering to respond to Robert.

Something I had very quickly learned about Jimmy Page was how insistent he was. Sure, he could joke around, engage in banter as well as the next man, but as soon as he set his eyes on something, once he had a very distinct idea in his head, he was going to have it. Take it, if necessary. 

And Jimmy craved Lila and I. 

The bare skin of my thighs burned against the feeling of Robert’s, my legs enclosing the singer between them. But my eyes were locked with Jimmy’s, and before I knew it, his hand was clasping the back of my head, and his lips were smashed against mine.

He growled lowly against my lips, and pushed me back until he was hovering over me, Robert still nestled between my legs, and Lila crawling beside me. I felt the fullness of her lips on my jaw, and the wandering fervour of Robert’s hands creeping up to discard my skirt.

Jimmy’s tongue was persistent, prodding at mine and tasting every last bit of what my mouth had to offer. It wasn’t until he pulled away that I noticed Lila’s state of undress. Complete. And I couldn’t stop my gaze from wandering over the curves of her body and the way her bronze skin shimmered in the odd flare of light from the few lamps in the room.

Robert’s form hunched over me, taking up most of the space now as Jimmy leaned over to kiss Lila. “You want to do something special for us, love?” he asked loud enough for the others to hear as well. “Both of you,” he added, looking at Lila.

I bit down hard on my lip as Robert leaned over to steal a kiss from Lila, Jimmy’s hand roaming along my leg hungrily. At this point, I was willing to do anything to serve these two Gods, and to satiate the growing wetness between my legs. I found myself clenching around nothing, needing anything, anyone to fill me up. 

“Would you like to feel how good my Y/N is with her mouth, Lila?” Robert teased. I watched as she audibly gasped, her innocent eyes moving between the three of us, but mostly landing on me. I gave her an encouraging smirk, my eyes never leaving hers as Jimmy completely removed the rest of my clothing, leaving only Robert’s pendant hanging around my neck. 

Robert sent Lila a crooked smirk, gesturing for her to follow him further up the bed. With his back to the headboard, he invited her into his embrace, and she accepted, leaning back against him in her bare form.

“C’mon, love,” Jimmy mumbled in my ear, planting kisses along the expanse of my jaw. Catching his suggestion, I shimmied back onto my knees in front of Lila, lifting my eyes towards Robert, who was watching my every move. Something in his eyes… made my stomach clench. Nothing new, but so welcomed.

I caught my lip between my teeth, crawling forward and reaching over Lila’s shoulder to kiss Robert feverishly. The sigh I let out against his lips turned into a gasp as calloused fingertips traced over my backside, inching closer to my aching core.

“No more wastin’ time, darlin’,” Robert hummed, the backs of his fingers brushing delicately over my cheek. “You make this pretty little girl come, and I’ll make sure you’ll be fully rewarded.”

I nodded obediently at him, much to his pleasure. Not wanting to keep either him or Lila waiting much longer, I licked my lips and lowered my head between the silky flesh of our female companion’s thighs. And as if in sync with the careful yet willful movements of my mouth along Lila’s soaked centre, a calculated tongue dragged along the desperate flutter of my own nectar.

My back immediately arched, Jimmy’s lips quickly performing an unforgivable suction. The moan that grumbled from the back of my throat vibrated along my tongue and caused Lila to throw her head back against Robert’s shoulder.

Jimmy’s calloused fingertips ran up my thighs, and he was soon clinging onto my hips as he devoured me from below.

I flicked my eyes up, watching as Robert’s large hand moved some hair from Lila’s face. His hungry eyes absorbed the sight in front of him, his free hand reaching up to cup Lila’s breast, his fingers teasing over the erect nipple.

What followed was an eager and constant swirl of my tongue on Lila’s clit, coating her entire core with my saliva. I so wanted to make her come. Partially to fulfil my own ego, but mostly to please Robert. I wanted to make Robert proud.

Jimmy, behind me, was taking exactly what he wanted. He seemed to be savouring every drop of my essence. The desperation in his actions came through, and I kept pulsating and fluttering against his hot mouth.

“That feel good, darlin’?” Robert hummed to Lila, giving her nipple a small pinch, her body responding with a twitch. She whined and nodded as I continued my ministrations. “Tell her, then.”

Robert held Lila’s head in my direction, his eyes zeroed in on my mouth pressed flush against her weeping folds.

“P-Please don’t stop, Y/N–fuck, it feels so good!” she panted.

At her request, I gently eased my middle finger into her entrance, the tightness eliciting a moan from my chest.

I found myself starting to roll my hips against Jimmy’s face. But his hands were quick to keep me still as he sucked my clit into his mouth with harsh vigour.

“C’mon, come on her tongue, little one,” I heard Robert coax from above. I picked up the pace with my finger, as well as the slippy circular motion I set around her sensitive bud.

It was when I eased my ring finger inside as well that she contracted around me and her back arched off of the bed. Robert continued to praise her, and I felt myself edge towards my own release.

However, whilst Lila writhed and basked in the release I had given her, Jimmy retreated from me before I could reach my own. I pulled my head up and looked behind me, seeing the guitarist back up and remove the remainder of his clothing.

The rejected orgasm left me whimpering under my breath, and I became hot with want–even more so than I had been the whole night.

Jimmy crooked his finger at Lila, helping her to a seated position so he could easily pull her to the end of the bed. Meanwhile, I looked over at my Golden God wantonly.

“Awh, did Pagey not manage to make you come, honey bee?” he asked softly with a slight pout.

“Oi, you told me not to, you pri–”

“Either way,” he interrupted, sending him a sideways smirk, “it still took way too bloody long to get her to that point, mate.”

Usually, I would have enjoyed their back and forth, but in this particular moment, I just wanted Robert all over me, in me. Really, Jimmy was fantastic at getting me to the edge. Robert knew that. We all knew he was good at that. But you know how men can be when faced with a competitive circumstance.

“Robert…” I called to him, crawling up to meet him where he was sat back against the headboard.

“Shh, darlin’, I’ve got you now.” His attention was immediately back on me for what seemed largely overdue. His hands encased my face and his lips met mine.

Taking the opportunity, I ran my fingers through his golden locks, my tongue rolling into his mouth. The closer I got to straddling him, the more I became aware of the hot tip of his awaiting cock against my skin. The sensation made me press my body up against his, and he was soon guiding me onto my back, his form hovering over me.

“Please…” I whispered against his lips, his hips grinding against mine, giving me a teasing taste of what was to come.

“So desperate, love,” he chuckled. “You know I need to make you come first…”

“I know, but I just…” I breathed out, flustered at the energy circulating in the room and the persistent high taking over both of our bodies. 

“I know… I know you need it so bad, you pretty little thing.” He traced his lips over my neck, pressing hot kisses and sucking intense marks along the expanse of my throat until he got to my chest.

“Need to feel every inch of you, baby…”

[untilthenextencore]

Nights To Remember Pt. 1: Of Gods & Goddesses & Magick & Memories~...

Backstory: Summer 1973~. Jimmy & Dahlia had gotten married in the past year~. Some of the more territorial newer wannabe groupies are having a hard time coping with not just her continual presence on tour, but now Dahlia's new status as THE Mrs. Page~. Her & Robert's displaying their close friendship doesn't help~.

Their subsequent finding a friendly way to deal with their boredom amongst the goings on that the hangers on & wannabe groupies live for by escaping certainly doesn't help~.

Robert offers the escape~. He's always been a little in awe of Pagey's choice of girl both in general in the early days, but also in the form of his chosen one, Dahlia~. She is so familiar yet foreign to him it makes his head spin~. So worldly, yet down to earth~. A mix of city yet downhome that he might've chosen for himself if he had the chance~. But as far as he's known her she's been Pagey's~. Solidly, decidedly, faithfully Pagey's~.

Suffice to say, even in his happiest moments in the friendship he's conflicted~. Even though they're not cheating or going behind Pagey's back~.

But when he finds himself even moreso conflicted about the cloak & dagger aspect of their innocent little excursion, that he himself offered initially, he then finds the idea of Pagey finding out also somehow doesn't appeal to him~.

~

Ho hum. Another day. Another dollar. Another concert. Another party. Another night to remember. Until they forget it all in the morning. Or lose track of which night in the sea of "nights to remember" held the goings on their shattered minds remembered only fractures of at tour's end. Glittered & goggle eyed groupies frantically flipped over themselves to catch the eye of anyone who was anyone in King Robert's court. Or so it seemed.

True. Robert was holding court like he was king. One of four at least. But being in the middle of yet another tour - an American one at that - only meant one thing. Like the others he was left without a queen. Only one of their roundtable could however not lay claim to such a misfortune. The luckiest one among them. The wizard in his stars & moon suit himself. James Patrick Page.

No. Because as ever Jimmy had brought along his lady. Lady Dahlia-Maria Dominguez Page. The Lady who was a natural creative herself it seemed. She & her camera, while remaining discreet & unobtrusive, furnished some of the most intimate portraits of the band allowed. A few Peter even sold at the merch table, netting her a tidy sum of her own aside from being married to he of the led wallet and house of Tower.

Though she only released a few here and there. She too liked to maintain her own brand of privacy. Despite the wingding that was their wedding in Hampton Court Palace - of all bleeding places - in the past year, she really preferred a smaller do generally. Friends & family & neighborhood kin & no more. As was borne out by the smaller dos held in Mexico at her family's small yet palatial feeling compound in Jalisco that was something of an early childhood home for her & Pagey's place in England for family that could not swing airfare for a trip to the palace.

Which begged the question.

What the hell was she doin here?!

Not that he begrudged her presence itself. Not at all. Robert & Dahlia always seemed to get on rather well. Down home types lost in the Wonderland that was the entertainment business. Though even with her downhome partial Mexican upbringing Dahlia was decidedly still more of a city girl to this country boy.

Being an LA local, Dahlia knew it like the back of her prettily manicured hand. A hand she also often used in keeping much of the frivolity at arm's length. Even when in the middle of it all. She seemingly always sat apart. That was what Robert didn't understand about her presence in such madness.

Clearly the groupies agreed. Equally manicured hands being verily filed into a point, eager to tear at a tawny-skinned throat as their owner's gripped. "What is SHE doing here?!" Calling her everything but a child of God or what her father's own book termed their culture, "Children of the Sun".

No matter.

She seemingly stayed unaffected.

Toying with her engagement & wedding rings just so. Arranging the gold bangle bracelets or matching pendant. Her only flashes of vanity or pride being her only answer. Letting both that & her presence along with the 5000 other ways she was the "chosen one" of the Mr. James Patrick Page do the talking for her. Knowing her, if she were feeling cheeky she might whip out her instant camera & take a pic of the offending party, leaving some hanger on to deliver it & with it the picture proof / photo evidence of their bitterness as she & her beloved husband tangled fingers & held hands. They can have a pic. She had the real thing.

Guinevere was not giving up her throne.

Unbothered by the petty strife clawing at the door, begging to enter her beloved Camelot.

Rather, she looked bored, really.

Jimmy had disappeared with Bonzo. Off to take a powder likely. She had been chatting with Jonesy about books & things to get his girls & Mo back home, but now he too was off somewhere. Hangers on knew better than to try to ingratiate themselves with her. She had iced them out before. Now they well knew. There was no way in to the Page / Zeppelin inner sanctum with her.

As further proof, both of her seeming boredom & inaccessibility by groupie or hanger on, Robert saw her pull a small book out of her purse. That was Dahlia. Forever a bookworm. Sodom & Gomorrah at her feet. Head in the clouds. Nose in a book.

Before he knew it, Robert felt himself propelled towards her, stumbling a few times when a glittered & bejeweled fan flung & slung herself over him. Extricating himself deftly every time he uttered a soft, "Not this time, darlin'." "Maybe another night, doll." Or even "What will me missus, think?" Laughing his way out of harm's way as he bid them good night & left them to join the party. He caught more curses & sotto-voce snipes when they saw in what direction he was heading. But no matter. His course was set. Off he traveled to the "land of the people of the sun".

It was then that he allowed his six foot sun-people seeking self to cast a shadow over her in the midst of her reading. This had the intended effect of having the dim light she had been reading under all but disappear as he blocked it out. She whirled around to regard him with sharp eyes that were cut to him in momentary disgust. Her lips pursed as a similarly sharp tongue went about finding the right barb to fling before suddenly dropping its weapon. Her eyes widened before her gaze then softened in mirth as she lifted her arm in modified Roman salute, hand tilted upwards slightly. "Hail, Apollo. What brings the Sun God to these darkened shores?"

Sun God? He quite liked the sound of that. So he decided to play along, wracking his brain for his schoolboy Mythology.

"Hail, Aphrodite. I come in peace." He said, mimicking her salute with the hand that was not holding his beloved ale. "Or should it be Persephone, luv? By the way... Where is our beloved Hades?" Robert craved his neck around, looking for the dark-haired lord of the underworld that always seemed to be lurking around every corner when she was involved. "My stars." He gasped, putting a hand to his bared chest for affect. "I see no star suited one for miles. How is that possible?"

"I think he's off with your fellow northern friend right now. The one who plays either Dionysus or Ares if the bacchanalia goes too far." Dahlia quipped, her lips quirking into a wry grin as she pointed to Jonesy at the bar. "Hermes just left himself as well."

"Foolish ones they are." He tsked, shaking his head. "Leaving one so fair alone in the midst of such bacchanalia indeed."

Looking down he saw that where the glittered ones would have blushed or fluttered their eyelashes & twirled a curl of hair into a coil in flirtation, that was decidedly not Dahlia's - nor Aphrodite or Persephone's - way. Instead, she stayed looking up at him with the same wry grin & mirthful if still piercing stare along with a soft incredulous shake of the head. Her lips said nothing. But those eyes? Those eyes said EVERYTHING.

Clearing his throat & lubricating himself & his suddenly dry mouth with more ale, he jutted his chin at her book. "Whatcha readin' there, luv?"

"A mini collection of Harlem Renaissance poetry. Some classics. The usual." She marked her page & closed it to show him the cover art. Brown bodies arced & curved in exultation.

"Classics indeed. Your usual. A nice addition to your other usual Agatha Christies." He grinned. "What for?"

"Just because." She shrugged as she pocketed the book. "And because I figure if I'm to live in the aftermath of the Swinging Sixties... The Roaring Seventies some have termed... I better brush up on how the times used to Roar back in the day. Better brush up on my Cotton Club classic bacchanalia... Although..." She cast a suddenly weary look across all the goings on around them. Glittering, giggling, sharpened nails & tongues of hardened decidedly un flowerchild GTO like groupies & grubby fingered, coke jittery, tipsy-drunk, outstretched-handed hangers on included & heated a sigh. "Forgive me for saying but this pales in comparison to my childhood dreams of the Cotton Club."

"Indeed." He nodded with another sip of his ale. So she saw what he did that night. What he felt. She felt it too.

"I mean, not to be ungrateful or anything. Knowing how you like it & all. "Prince of Peace" that you are." There was that quirk of her lips again as she drawled the last part out.

Try as he might not to, he winced at the memory of those words leaving his lips unironically. Ah, so she had heard that story too. Of course she had. Was nothing a secret in this God forsaken place?!

His momentary embarrassment was compounded at the same time he was delightfully distracted by the sound of her sweet giggle. "I know how much fun you have typically. And I get how you dig the scene generally speaking. It just doesn't... It doesn't... It doesn't really do it for me... Not much... I mean all these people... They'd probably not spit on me if I were on fire if I wasn't with you guys. If I wasn't Mrs. Page. Hell, half of them would likely be the ones holding the match. Some of them still would now!" She cut her eyes in half dismissal half bemusement at the nail-filing bile-spitting groupies.

Naturally, she saw that too. Nothing escapes a goddess's eyes. A queen misses nothing.

"To clink glasses & break bread with them feels so false & disingenuous. Knowing all that, I mean. That's another reason I have this book." She tapped the book with a finger before closing her purse around it. "That way, I don't have to."

"Suffice to say, grateful though I am to be invited to these things, considering some of the company that find their way in... This ain't exactly my kinda party, Planty." She took her champagne glass from the table, clinking it with his bottle. "Cheers." Before downing the swallow or two that remained.

A moment passed in silent agreement. Robert having nodded at everything she said. The falsehoods of their lifestyle that were apparently hitting him hard that night, she had always seen. Hence her keeping it all at arm's length. Alice falling down a rabbit hole but landing on her own two feet. Dorothy traveling through Oz in a bubble of her own design. Pagey or not, his girl had her own magick. This he had always known. So had Pagey, he surmised, as evident by the rock on her finger as much as anything else.

"What is your type of party, luv? Missing Hampton Court?" He teased, though he knew her well enough to know better.

"No indeed." She laughed, nodding as he refilled her glass. "Thank you, kind sir." Then after a sip, she continued. "Even I know that night was a one in a million. A once in a lifetime event. Though that indeed was a night to remember as you well know."

There went that phrase again. At least this time it was worth it. That night truly was one to remember for all involved. Mariachis and Led Zeppelin acoustic jam at Hampton Court. Would wonders never cease? That had to be a first for all involved!

"But, c'mon blondie!" She nudged him, shaking him out of his reverie.

A reverie of her in her wedding whites with glittering mantilla veil coming down the aisle towards at the altar, seated next to Pagey, dancing with Pagey... And the dances he was able to share with her himself. Cor, was she a vision then. A lovelier bride he had hardly ever known.

Shaking out a wince at the thought of even thinking thar when he had his own missus at home... One who had a decidedly less ritzy do when her own turn came years earlier... He again silenced these demons with another swig of ale & turned his eyes back to the dusky goddess queen vision at hand.

"You know what it is. What my kind of party is. You know it about as well as Jimmy. Think about it."

"Jalisco?" Robert asked.

"Well, yeah." She nodded. "Yes, of course. But what about stateside? You remember. Though it's been awhile."

Robert instantly got hit with another blast from the past and he rattled off the vignettes as they came flashing back to him. "East LA. Whittier Boulevard. The Chuco." A quaint little chill hangout spot for local Chicano youth that played a mix of oldies, early rock'n'roll, Chicano groups, Latin jazz & Mexican or Latin music of all kinds.

Dahlia snapped her fingers & pointed at him. "Bingo. That's it. That's it exactly, Robert. That's my kind of party. All of it."

"Why don't we go back tonight then?" Robert offered with yet another swig from his bottle.

Dahlia paused mid thought. Mid answer. Her mouth falling open in a silent gasp & lack of immediate response. Try as she might, she couldn't really think of a reason not to. Maybe it was selfish of her, but she also really wanted to. Really wanted to. But still, she had to ask.

"Right now?" She whispered conspiratorially.

"Why not?" He shrugged. "S'gotta be better than this lot, yeah?"

Dahlia gave a quick look around & then went back to regarding Robert with a bemused smirk. "Don't you think they might miss you, your highness? I mean, how could they not miss their beloved Prince of Peace?"

He winced again at the little rib. (Dahlia was one of the rare very few whose barbs both landed & made him laugh.) But he did his best to play it off with a laugh & a wry grin of his own as he mused. "We'll be back."

Dahlia cast her eyes back over the bacchanalia, mulling things over. Another moment passed before she shot to her feet, tossing a soft voiced request over her shoulder. "Wait right here."

She then left the table & crossed over the room to Peter sitting at the bar with his ever present cigar, tapping him on the shoulder. She whispered something in his ear which had the cigar chomping bear of a man nearly dropping his cigar in shock as his jaw nearly slackened. He muttered something back, motioning to the goings on to which she shook her head, explaining further. She motioned across the room, lifting her hands in a quizzical shrug before pointing to the door, which was guarded shut. Then folding her hands together, she evidently pleads her case. And surprise surprise, wizened, hard negotiator Peter folds. He relents.

Peter motions to Magnet - of all people - pointing to her & motioning to a back entrance & hence exit. Dahlia squealed, leaping into Peter's arms & giving him a grateful squeeze. Peter grinned, hugging her back & patting her on the back with a meaty hand, making sure to keep his lit cigar away from her & keeping her safe from the ashes.

Upon breaking the hug, Dahlia turned to motion to Robert himself & tell Peter something else that nearly made him drop his cigar again. Peter's eyes widened & then narrowed. Clearly telling Peter that Robert too would be making his exit & taking his leave just then.

Peter's gaze sharpened... Not with malice... But with knowledge... He knew Robert... His types... His wonts... Or wants...

Robert knew this well...

And so it was that as Robert sidled up to both Magnet & Dahlia, he heard something above the whines & curses of the groupies. A few gruff words grunted in Cole's direction by his behemoth of a manager that cut through the din. "Get Pagey..."

Hustling himself along with her & Magnet out the door, Robert did his best to avoid Peter's gaze from then on out. Helping her into her jacket, which was really one of Pagey's more subtle, casual & less spangled boleros, Robert couldn't help but ask. "What was that about, luv?"

"Oh nothing..." She shrugged before thanking him & Magnet for opening her door & helping her into the car respectively. "Thank you. Such gentlemen." The tension Robert felt was broken by a shared giggle between the three before she continued. "I just told Peter I wanted to leave & hit up East LA for awhile before we head back to the Hyatt. He asked if Pagey was coming & I said he disappeared with Bonz for a bit & I couldn't find him. Besides, he was having fun last I knew, so I didn't want to pull him away from him being able to relax."

"I see..." He trotted over to his side of the car, slipping inside himself with Magnet shielding him from view of any lurking groupies as best as he could. "And the motioning to me & the party at hand, luv?"

"Simple." Dahlia explained, punctuating her words with the click of her belt. "I told him to tell Jimmy where I was, that I'd be back soon & not to worry. That not only would Magnet be with me but so would you & that you were leaving to tag along with me too. That you'd be there to protect me as well."

Robert felt a slight quickening of his pulse despite the innocence of it all. The innocence of her explanation. Of the situation. Yet the cloak & dagger feel of it all gave him a little heart flutter & frisson at once. He didn't quite know why. He couldn't quite put a finger on it.

Why was he so unnerved?...

It was his idea, after all...

They weren't doing anything wrong anyway...

It was then that Magnet got onto the road & pulled off. Now Robert knew... There was no turning back...

Though turn back he did...

Robert couldn't help it...

And so it was that as he craved his neck to glance back at the traffic behind him, Robert swore he saw a hint of a familiar tall, willowy, smoking, silver accented, black-haired figure hustling into the back seat of a car that roared to life & took off a few car's length behind them.

Only one word came to mind to describe the situation Robert found himself shoe-horning himself into now & his current state of mind.

"Shit..."

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Hope you guys enjoy~!

As ever this is forever under construction~!

[thepinkwriterr]

Capricorn Season Chapter Thirty

Table of Contents

Word Count: 3.6k

She liked the beard. He looked rugged, in his own special way. The appeal of his beauty was always the defiled innocence of his smooth face. When he told her that he was growing it out she thought he would look horrible. But when she saw him she didn't think that at all.

She was laying on her stomach on the bed, feet in the air, and kicking them like a schoolgirl. He was sitting on the floor in front of the mirror, doing his hair and getting ready for the day.

"Have I ever told you how much I love the beard?" She asked, locking eyes with his reflection.

He smiled and turned to look at her. "No, you haven't. I was getting a bit nervous that you hadn't said anything about it yet." "Well, I love it," she kissed the top of his head, "Now I've said something." "I'm glad you do. I think it looks nice." "You look like a sexy professor like that." She was referring to his outfit. He wore a white dress shirt, complete with ruffles, and a nice pair of trousers. "That's kind of the look I was going for. Scarf or no scarf?" He held up a green silk scarf. She thought it complimented his outfit well and told him so. He nodded and began to tie it. "You should try it like this." She reached her hands around his neck.

His breath hitched as her hands brushed against his skin. The scent of her filled his nose, an unmistakable smell that only she possessed. It was floral and vanilla. He always thought it was wonderful. He thought it could be a mix of her shampoo and deodorant.

"That looks marvelous, thank you." He spoke breathlessly.

They had been together for eight months and she still made him dizzy and fumbling. He couldn't deny her effect, didn't want to. She smiled sweetly and sat back on the pillows, continuing the reading of her book. How could she be so unceremonious, so laid back, when she was absolutely breathtaking?  She was stunning, certainly the most beautiful woman he had seen, but didn't seem to care. She thought this way about him too. She often thought how he didn't seem to be cognizant of how wonderful he really looked. Sometimes he was even insecure, which was always a laugh for her. The only time he looked poorly was when he chose a bad outfit, which she always had something to say about. "You need to change. A red scarf clashes with a yellow top and the plaid printed pants don't match anything you're wearing!" "No, the red scarf matches the red pants. There is yellow in my pants and yellow on my top. It goes together." "Fine, but you're the one who is going to look bad." "I don't look bad!" "That outfit is a disaster. I don't want you to leave the hotel like that." She was mostly joking, ending in a laugh. But it was true! He looked terrible. "Is this criticism or care?" "Care, I promise. Trust me, Jimmy, it looks bad." "I disagree." He shrugged, "And I'm wearing it to the show." "Alright, but it's your fashion funeral." His outfit today looked much better. His colors matched and he was presentable. "Love, I think you should start getting ready. We have to leave soon." "I think I'll just go like this." "Can I give you some fashion advice?" "Oh, no. Does my outfit look that poor?" She laughed.

He grimaced, gesturing to tell her "a little bit". "Fine, I'll change. What is the weather like?" "Hot. It's August." "Good point." 

She chose a pair of shorts and a short top. The shirt she wanted to wear was in Lorelei's possession. She didn't mind, because she had asked. Robert and Jimmy never did. Yesterday she caught Robert sifting through her clothes! "Um, what are you doing?" She had been watching him rifling through her things like a rat. He jumped at the sound of her voice.

"Oh, Jesus, you scared me!" "I ask again, what are you doing?" She shifted her weight and put her hand on her hip. "Looking for something to wear." "Can you at least ask? Jeez. What do you want?" "That flowery blouse you wore last week." "Robert, you can't fit in that!" "Yes, I can! I'm slim." "Fine," She threw the balled-up shirt at him, "but if you stretch it out I'm killing you." "I won't, I swear." He did. She looked at the blouse now, wearing a frown. It still fit, although now loose and frumpy. Perhaps she'd just have Richard do her laundry and he would shrink it for her. He was a lousy tour mother.

He took more of a liking to her than Grant but still didn't cater to her, but Jimmy did not enjoy the way he looked at and talked about her. He had made it clear from the first day she joined that he found her attractive. He first justified the uncomfortable interaction with the notion that she was a lovely girl and he would just have to get used to people finding her fit. But Richard took it too far-- as he often did. "Jimmy, you got the best out of all the guys. Don't tell them I said that." "What does that mean?" "She's a photographer, so she's good to keep in your back pocket, she's a looker, and sweet. The way she takes care of you...Man, I need to get one of those." "And what does that mean?" He asked with a raised brow. "Y'know, I need to get a girl like that. And with her figure-" "Rich! That's his girl." Bonzo spoke for Jimmy. "My bad." He laughed. Jimmy tried his best to shuffle his anger away but it didn't work. He could feel the ugly hands of jealousy creeping in. This wasn't helped when they went to a club and men seemed to overlook him, hitting on Gwen even when they were holding hands. He was getting angrier and more jealous by the day.

He brought this to her attention, telling her it was getting hard to handle. She laughed and scoffed, and shook her head. When he asked what was the matter, the bitter bite of anger rearing at her reaction, she told him, "I have to deal with women literally trying to tear your clothes off. Do you know how many women I see literally asking to sleep with you and shrugging me off? And they're not sloppy men in a club, they're beautiful women scantily dressed. Thousands of people cheer and scream for you every single night. Women pray to god for a chance to even touch you. You know how hard that is for me?" He had thought about this, of course, but he couldn't see how that was relevant at this moment. When he told her this she seemed angry.

"You're not listening to how I feel." He exerted.

"I am, I understand. But I'm telling you that you have to get over it. I have to."

"It's not the same." He crossed his arms and pouted.

"You're right, it's worse."

"I'm a celebrity. You agreed to date me. You knew what you were getting into."

"And I'm a pretty girl. You knew what you were getting into." She crossed her arms now. They were both pouting. They'd given up trying to have an adult conversation, instead resigning to childish behavior and scoffs.

She thought about this interaction as she put on her shoes. His logical fallacy was amusing to her now, simply a musing that was pushed into the past. They'd both learned to get over their silly feelings of jealousy. At least

she

had. She hoped he had, but didn't know how untrue her thoughts were.

That night, after the show, another fit would strike. The concert had gone well, not having any interruptions or issues. Gwen took some nice photos and had a great time. Their energy always inspired her and spurred her to take wonderful photos.

As they were entranced by the music flowering from their fingertips they struck natural poses. They tried their best to face the audience, partly for her frames, partly for the audience. It was hard, though, they were so tight-knit and worked best when it was just them. Their shows felt like jam sessions when they first started, but as the audiences grew, so did the space between them.

After the show, they went to a club, as was becoming usual. Some towns didn't have good clubs or parties and those were the nights they partied together. But this was Texas and the parties were

superb

, as Robert put it.

Gwen wore her shorts and top from earlier in the day and Lorelei was in a pretty dress. The guys had showered and changed, a short detour on their way to the club. She was not excited to be packed into a sweaty lounge with loud music. They'd just been in the same environment and she didn't know why they had to go back. She wanted to wind down with a nice shower and a good book after a show.

Perhaps they were too filled with adrenaline to be that calm. She knew about this rush, not only because they'd detailed it to her before, but because Jimmy was wired after a show. He was borderline manic, his eyes wide and his mouth going a mile a minute. It was a natural drug, one that gave his reserved personality a spark.

He was charged after a show, particularly his sex drive, which was insane when the lights went out. He had detailed to her how carnal performing was. And he proved it. They weren't even back to the hotel and he would be trying to rip her clothes off. She would protest, telling him they were in public. He would shrug and continue to kiss her. She pushed him back, further exerting that he was sweaty and stinky and would need to shower before she would even consider sleeping with him. Tonight was no different.

He wanted her more than ever. His eyes drifted to her exposed legs, long and taut. He transfixed his eyes on her chest, considering it as a resting place for his tired hands. When he attempted this she slapped his hand away.

How could one person get so sweaty? He was dripping buckets! He could perform stark nude and he'd still come out slippery and stinky. He was like a caught fish.

After he was fresh and cleaned off, she allowed him to kiss her. He gladly devoured her lips in a hungry display of virile fervor. She could rise a dead man from his tomb with those lips, he thought. He was grateful she let him kiss her. He was desperate for any kind of contact with her.

She laughed and told him to get that thing down before they got to the club. She stopped kissing him, despite his whimpering protests. He was staring at her as they walked into the club. She looked wonderful. Never before had she looked this way. Although, he thought that with each passing day. Her beauty grew, swelling until it reached a sweltering heat that choked him. She was far too beautiful to be real or to be his. He'd found an angel amongst men. Someone had begun to threaten this beauty. A man, a bumbling fool, was grabbing at her. They were on the dancefloor and Jimmy was not sharing. He saw Gwen's face, scared and wanting to hide away. Still drunk on adrenaline and filled with jealousy, Jimmy pushed the guy aside with heavy force. "I'm sorry about that, Darling. But you are mine once more." He smiled. This victory was short-lived. The man came back around quickly, angry with Jimmy. "She's my girlfriend. Fuck off." He did not mince words. He was drunk and malice dripped from his tongue. She could smell the whiskey from where she was standing. It was not an attractive sight.

"My apologies, man. I didn't know she had a man." "So you'll respect me now? Just because I have a man." She spoke loudly as to be heard over the music.

He looked at her with a disgruntled expression.

"Well? Are you just going to look at me like you're stupid?" She widened her eyes, looking at him with a furrowed brow.

"You're a bitch." He said simply, sneering with disgust. He couldn't believe she would be so brazen.

Jimmy sobered with those words, now stricken with fury. He was not a physical man and would not often resort to violence. "Don't speak to her that way. You need to leave, right now." His words were cutting, his eyes lowering into menacing slits.

"Are you going to make me, cheerios?" "What? That doesn't even make sense. And never mind that. I won't, but he will." Jimmy pointed him in the direction of Peter. Gwen now understood why having him in your corner was a good idea. When things got ugly you needed a guy like him. "You can leave on your own or his accord."

Jimmy's gaze got Peter's attention and he headed over to them in short strides. "This guy bothering you?" He asked, his voice was sharp and intimidating. His size was suddenly noticeable, his voice as round and sonorous as his body.

"Yeah," Jimmy said.

Without hesitation, Peter picked the guy up and threw him over his shoulder. He looked like a child, so small and defenseless in his grasp. This made Gwen laugh, loosening her grasp on Jimmy's arm. She had been clinging to him in fear. Random drunk men approaching her wasn't any less uncomfortable for her than it was for him.

"Are you alright, love?" Peter asked when he was back in their presence. He had thrown the guy on the pavement, placing him down haphazardly. He hadn't even broken a sweat.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Thank you." She smiled appreciatively. Who knows what would have happened if Peter hadn't come to her rescue? Jimmy wasn't exactly the burly type.

"Don't worry, girl, I'll always be here if that happens again." Peter clapped a surprisingly gentle hand on her shoulder and went back to his place next to Bonzo.

Jimmy turned back, gloating with a smile. Gwen was not as happy. She was filled with bitterness. A mixture of her discomfort and a general disdain for her environment was making her unhappy. Her mind couldn't help but wander to all of these uncomfortable places. Her discomfort was palpable as she stared into space. The familiar feeling of strange hands made her insides cringe. She pushed her feelings down and tried to get through this unbearable night. The club was not a place to fight.

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The next morning her anger erupted. It must have been building all night, stacking up while she slept. She could feel the weight of her dread when she woke. It was a metric ton of bricks on her chest. She didn't want to bother Jimmy this early in the morning. Not only was she angry and bitter, but anxious about letting it out. She didn't want to bite his head off but also didn't want to suppress it.

She could still feel those terrible hands on her body. It made her skin erupt into a flaming rash of anxiety. Her breathing was heavy and labored. Her limbs could not stop fidgeting. What seemed like a small advance lead to a shattering of her mental state. That man was not trying to flirt, he intended to shake her.

And she was shaken. She trembled like a leaf throughout the night and into the light stretch of the morning sun. Breakfast did not help. Bonzo was especially nasty that day. Before she'd even gotten down to eat he was talking shit. She heard him talking to Robert, saying one of the worst things she'd ever heard about herself. "She's a carpenter's wet dream. Flat like a board and in need of a screw." He bellowed with a guttural laugh. She could hear the smile in his voice.

Her first instinct was to pounce. But she didn't. She waited. She wanted to hear what everyone would say. Robert spoke first, "Bonzo, that is horrible."

Jimmy and Jonesy said nothing.

Last night was bad enough, to be treated as an object and only defended for some cheap honor. Jimmy wasn't defending her, he was defending his manhood. How dare someone touch his precious doll that sat on his little shelf? His reluctance, rather than his refusal, to defend her in a meaningful way was shown to her. He said nothing when it mattered.

Her face contorted with the weight of betrayal. She wasn't so hurt by what Bonzo said, but more so by Jimmy's silence. This had far surpassed a few teasing comments. Bonzo hated her, hated Jimmy's girlfriend and he didn't seem to care.

They turned at the sound of her shuffling feet in the doorway. They saw her pained expression. This pleased Bonzo. He was content to know his shot had landed on the target.

He got a twisted pleasure from hurting her. It was a special treat for a lone audience. On the days that he imbibed early in the morning, he attacked her.

She turned away with hot tears brewing on her lashline, quiet steps rushing from the scene.

The room was quiet now. They shuffled their eyes, passing awkward glances around. Robert broke the tension, as he often did. He found it hard to always be the peacekeeper, the jester, and the pretty one. But these roles needed to be filled, and he was multifaceted.

"You should go talk to her."

Jimmy grimaced and burned in hot anger. Who was Robert to tell him what he should do with his own girlfriend? He knew what was best for his relationship! But he stood with a huff and went to their room.

When he was out of their sight he broke into a fast-paced walk. He knew he was in trouble, he knew he was in the wrong. Perhaps that's why things played out the way they did. He didn't want to be wrong. He would rather die than apologize.

He was on her heels, in the room before she could even shut the door.

When he entered she just looked at him. She was overcome with feelings.

She just wanted to scream at him. "Gwen-" "Don't. Just don't. I don't want some half-assed apology." "I'm sorry." "I said I don't want it. I'm sick of you not standing up for me. Do you know how embarrassing that is? I heard what he said." She tried her best to remain calm. "I just don't know what to say." "You sure knew what to say last night." "What does that mean?" His expression was causing anger to churn inside her. It was a poorly plugged drain. The stopper was beginning to lose its seal and she soon would explode. "You can defend me when your honor is in question. This has never been about me, it's been about your ego. When your ego is concerned, you will say something. You don't care about me! You only care about yourself." Her voice raised in pitch as she spoke. "We're having this conversation again? That is not true! And you know it isn't. It's not the same when it's your friend." "Robert stood up for me. It's clearly not an issue for him." "What are you implying?" "Nothing." "Oh, c'mon, you were so brazen before. Don't be so shy now." "No, I didn't mean anything by it. He stood up for me and you didn't." "I think you meant something entirely different." "Like what?" She prodded.

She had waded into dangerous territory. No longer was this an argument about the topic at hand. They were taking jabs at one another due to unspoken feelings. She could feel the energy shifting to something nasty.

"I used to think Robert was just flirting with you because he's a whore, but now I see the truth. He's in love with you!" "In love with me? Jimmy, was just sticking up for me. You couldn't even do that." "No, you don't get it. Men don't do nice things for women unless they want something from them. He wants to take you to bed." "You sound crazy!" "I'm crazy? You're the one yelling at Bonzo and getting an attitude with me!" "Well, I think you have a problem with Robert because you feel inferior. You think he's more of a man than you and you're worried he's going to take me from you." "Maybe if you didn't dress that way he wouldn't be throwing himself all over you. Maybe Grant would take you more seriously." "I cannot fucking believe you. You've reached a new low." Her tone dropped, laying flat where her emotions lie.

She was hurt. She knew this wasn't how he truly felt, he was trying to hurt her. With nothing left to say, she left the room. Their room was no longer a place where love could be facilitated. She had to escape.

She left Jimmy's grasp immediately and directly to Robert's room. She placed three sharp knocks on the door.

It revealed a damp Lorelei. Her curls were stringy and wet, dangling down at her cheeks. Her face and arms were flecked with drops of water.

"Hey, girl, is everything alright?" She asked, scrunching her hair with a white towel. She had another one wrapped around her torso.

Gwen stepped in with apprehension. "Lore, there's something I need to tell you." She stood in the doorway, a look on her face that scared Lorelei.

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jimbert fanfiction

Title: Killed by Death.

Summary: “Purgatory has nothing to do with hell, where those who have already been condemned actually go. The souls go to purgatory when their end has not yet been decreed. It is a last chance.”

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[1-800-simping]

Not Quite

pairing: jimmy page x reader (insecure)

genre: fluff, with a hint of comfort

tw: stretch marks (let me know if there's anything else I missed)

word count: 547

summary:

you're supposed to be getting ready for dinner with Robert, his wife, and Jimmy, when no outfit feels right.

a/n: jimmy page is my future husband, he just doesn't know it yet. this is also my first fic on here, not really sure how to feel about it.

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“You almost ready, love?” Jimmy called out from the bathroom. You were supposed to meet Robert and his wife for dinner later that evening, but of course, you and Jimmy decided you’d arrive early like you always did. Neither of you liked being late to events, which is how you ended up here, two hours before dinner, stressing as you tried to find an outfit that you thought would look great on your body. You had already emptied your side of your and Jimmy's shared closet. There were clothes all over your bedroom and you were right in the middle of the mess.

“Not quite,” you replied as you tried on your fifth pair of jeans in a row. You hated the way all of these clothes looked on you. They were all either too tight, too revealing, too baggy, or not fit for the occasion. You quickly took off the pants and stood in front of the mirror as tears started rolling down your cheeks. You had so many clothes to wear, but you didn’t like any of them on your body, but you’d worn them perfectly fine before. Though, Robert's wife always had the better fashion sense. She always talked about designer brands and her athletic abilities while you thought about your stretch marks and the parts of your body with any bits of fat.

“Do you need help choosing an outf- are you okay y/n?!” Jimmy questioned as he ran over to your side, his slim body pressing against yours. He embraced you tightly in his arms, your head smashed in his chest. You knew he was wearing a white shirt underneath, so you tried not to get it dirty by placing your hands over your eyes. Jimmy began drawing circles on your back as you cried. “Shhh, everything’s okay, love. It’ll be okay,” he whispered in your ear.

Once you had stopped crying for a bit, Jimmy sat down on your shared bed, placing you on his lap so he could continue to hold you. “What happened, love? Are you okay?” He asked worriedly. You nodded silently as you looked around at all the clothes on the floor. “Did you and the closet get in a fight?” Jimmy joked as you poked at his ribs. “Kinda, nothing in it fits my body right, and especially because Percy’s wife is going, I need to dress nicely.”

Jimmy clicked his tongue in disagreement. “Your clothes fit you perfectly, love. And don’t dress so extravagantly; it's just one dinner. Your body is perfect as it is and so are the clothes.” “No, it’s not, Jimmy.” Your arms slithered around your midriff, blocking anyone from seeing. Jimmy noticed this and quickly pinned your arms above you on the bed. You yelped from the sudden movement, causing Jimmy to smirk.

“You’re absolutely stunning, y/n, and don’t ever say otherwise. I love every part of you, including your stretch marks and your pea-sized brain for thinking that you’re not enough when you are.” Jimmy began kissing every inch of your body, mumbling things like, “ooh, I love this,” and “this is definitely my favorite.”

Shortly after Jimmy finished encapsulating your body with love, he helped you pick out a cute outfit for dinner. He really was your dream partner.

[maziecrazycloud]

LOVELIES!! You know what time it is! Forest of Time … time? Oh well, semantics aside. The new chapter is finally up! Im so excited for you all to read this one, it was pretty fun to write.

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(Im getting better at this tagging thing! Lmk if you wanna be tagged!)

[worldsgreatestsinner]

Gorgeous, Gorgeous Boy

a jimmy page one shot

warnings: none, only pretty boys in lingerie and pure fluff

As the evening light filtered through the large windows in the sitting room at Plumpton Place, Jimmy was sitting on the floor between your thighs. Your fingers were running through his wind blown hair, untangling any knots and twisting strands into braids.

An old jazz record was spinning on the turntable, and the last bits of ash were falling off of an incense stick on the coffee table.

You both treasured evenings like this, both of you home with nothing to do but enjoy each other’s company.

Halfway through detangling Jimmy’s hair, the needle ran into the dead wax on the record. You were determined to finish the braid you were on though, and so a comfortable silence blanketed the room. Then Jimmy spoke up softly,

“Darling, what’s it like to be so pretty?”

Your hands stopped, and a blush painted your cheeks. You looked down at the man in your lap, puzzled.

“What do you mean, James? You’re gorgeous.”

“I mean, what’s it like to wear pretty dresses, put on makeup, and do your hair?” He tilted his head back, and stared up at you.

“And how do you do it so well?”

You giggled softly, and held Jimmy’s face in your hands. His curiosity was endearing, and you’d always imagined Jimmy would look good in your dresses.

“Would you like me to show you love? We can have a girls night… Play dress-up!”

Jimmy nodded eagerly, and you pulled him up from the ground, and whisked him away to your vanity table.

Jimmy looked absolutely precious when you were done with your work. Jade eyes accentuated with a flick of liner and kohl, and some mascara too. A soft blush upon his cheeks, and delicate shade of lipstick and gloss over naturally tinted lips.

“What do you think?” you got off of his lap, giving him full view of himself in the mirror 

He sat staring at himself, astounded and grinning at just how pretty you’d made him.

“Now, what do you fancy for an outfit, hm?

Jimmy was vague with his answer and simply told you to pick out “whatever would suit me best,” 

You took to listing off some options of what you had in your closet, and Jimmy only hummed in agreement with all of them.

In the end, you pulled out a black silk robe, and a matching lingerie set. You didn’t fully intend to be suggestive; you just wanted Jimmy to get the full experience and still be able to lounge around the house. You also grabbed some pearl and gold necklaces for him to try.

Your lover looked up from the vanity stool and giggled, taking the robe and lingerie from you.

“I recognize these,” he said slyly.

Jimmy shed his jeans and sweater and bashfully began to slip into the bralette and panties you handed him. 

“Could you uhm,” he began softly, “Y’know,” Jimmy motioned with his hands to turn around.

You spun around and covered your eyes,

“Jimmy, you don’t have to be nervous, it’s only me.”

You heard the soft sounds of silk against skin, and then Jimmy cleared his throat,

“Okay, you can look now,”

It was your turn to be stunned. Jimmy looked beautiful. He pulled off a more feminine look incredibly well. You may have even been a little jealous.

You grabbed him by the wrists and pulled him in for a kiss. Then run your hands down his chest feeling the lace bralette. It was a bit small for Jimmy’s broader chest, but he still wore it well. 

“You are so so pretty, James,” you murmured, nuzzling into his neck. 

“I am,” Jimmy giggled, “I'm very pleased, y/n.”

The two of you stayed like that for a moment longer. Swaying gently as you took in the beauty of your creation. 

As you held each other, the thought of painting Jimmy’s nails and finishing braiding his hair came to you. You broke the spell and pulled him back into the living room, grabbing pillows and a blanket on the way.

Setting up camp in the living room reminded you of sleepovers you’d had with your friends growing up. This was exactly the kind of joy you wanted to share with Jimmy. You pulled out a small tub full of nail polish bottles and told Jimmy to pick out a colour he liked. While he did that, you took the opportunity to change into something comfy, similar to what Jimmy had on. 

When you returned, Jimmy had placed a new record on the turntable, and a bottle of sage green nail lacquer was on the coffee table.

“I thought it would compliment my eyes, what do you think?” 

“A perfect choice, love.” You plopped down next to him on the floor, and took his right hand in yours.

“I’ll do your right hand, and while I finish your hair, you can try to paint your left.”

Jimmy had picked out some soft bossanova album, and the tunes set the perfect atmosphere as you applied coats of the green polish to his nails.

“How long until I can play guitar?” Jimmy turned to look at you hopefully.

“The polish will be fully dry in the morning. But it will probably chip off quickly after not too long playing,” a small frown formed on his face,

“But, we can always touch it up, or pick a new colour!” You said reassuringly, planting a kiss on Jimmy’s cheek.

When his right hand was finished, you moved to sit on the couch behind him. You ran a brush through his long, silky hair and began sectioning off strands to braid once again. Jimmy was doing fairly well at painting his own nails, and he was enjoying having his hair tugged on and played with. His locks were easily twisted into elegant french braids that you tied off with silk ribbons, just for the fun of it.

You couldn’t have imagined Jimmy getting any prettier, and you never thought he’d ask you to do something like this. It was too much fun for the both of you.

Jimmy had now finished his nails, and joined you on the couch. He took your hand in his, but was careful not to ruin the still drying polish.

“Thank you for doing this with me, y/n,” he murmured, “I’ve always secretly wanted to try this.”

The two of you sat in blissful, comfortable silence, admiring each other.

“What would your bandmates say if they saw us like this?” You giggled, and Jimmy smiled, “They’d be jealous and ask for makeovers too.” “So much long hair,” you laughed, “my god, I couldn’t handle that.”

“You should teach me to braid my own hair, honey.”

“Mmm, I’ll teach you next time,” you smiled and kissed along your lover’s jawline.

“Next time! Really?” Jimmy said with enthusiasm.

“Of course there’ll be a next time! This was fun, and I enjoyed showing you how I dress myself up.” Jimmy planted soft kisses on your cheeks, forgetting he had a light coat of lipstick on. He stopped and then laughed at himself.

“Sorry, my love,” he reached out to wipe the prints from your cheeks, but you grabbed his wrists.

“Never mind that, Jimmy; I think it’s cute. Now, why don’t we practice a simple braid on my hair? I’ll guide you step by step.”

The man nodded, and moved to work his fingers through your hair, guided by your expertise.

The night passed with laughter and more kisses until you both fell asleep in a tangle of silk robes and soft blankets

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i hope you all enjoyed! this is the first of hopefully many more stories to come. perhaps i’ll write a full, multi-chapter fanfic some day. i apologize for any grammar mistakes, i’m science-not-english brained. a huge thank you to all of you lovelies for encouraging me to do this, and for your love <3

[letmewanderinyourgarden2022]

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@firethatgrewsolow @foreverandadaydarling @laluxea @lzep @sassybouquetrunaway-universe @jimmysdragonsuit13

[samiwife]

I will always say that I love the way you write because it's really beautiful (I've read them about 10 times) Could you write some headcanons with Robert Plant or Jimmy Page? Because you're really cool at writing headcanons (I admire you😓😓)

Oh my god thank you so much!!!!! I love writing headcanons! Thanks 4 the support <3 Hope you enjoy <3

Headcanons and Preferences 𓆩⟡𓆪 (Ft: Robert Plant)

𓆩♡𓆪= Smut

ੈ✩‧₊˚= Fluff

⋆ ★= Angst

𓆩⟡𓆪 = Headcanons

Would always sleep in and you'd bring breakfast in bed for him

Collects records of his favorite bands

Walks around the house with a half-opened shirt exposing his chest

Great with kids

Always asks for kids

Cares a lot about his hair

Has a lot of hair products

Dances a lot in the living room

Constantly moving around otherwise he goes insane

Loves nature

Loves going on walks

Wears a lot of jewelry

For some reason he loves goats

Tries to work out but just gives up

Loves traveling

Would sing for you when you're sad

Would take care of you when you're sick

Sometimes he plays soccer in the backyard

Reads late at night

Loves fruit, especially oranges or apples

Always smells like tea, especially Earl Gray Tea

You always play with his hair

You also always mess with his hair

You tie up his hair in different ways

When he's sick he always drinks tea and listens to records

Sometimes he makes his own bracelets and necklaces

Rides his bike down the street to go to a nearby cafe

Tries to play guitar for you but gets mocked by Jimmy for not being good

Smokes cigarettes outside so he doesn't bother you

Gets jealous easily

Craves attention from you

Would stare down the person he's jealous of

Would make it known he's mad or jealous

When he's horny, he pulls you in closer and whimpers in your ear

Very slutty in bed

Moans so LOUD

VERY good during sex

He always loves it when you pull his hair during sex

Loves swimming

Eats scones a lot and drinks a lot of tea

Loves clothes shopping for you and himself

Holds your hand a lot

Has SUPER warm hands

SIngs anytime and anywhere

Would stare you up and down when taking off your clothes

Sometimes you cut his hair

He always talks in big words

Has the softest lips

Also, he has the prettiest eyes

HAS MAJOR BIG DICK ENERGY AND HE DOES HAVE ONE

Loves buying paintings and making some

Sleeps like a sick Victorian child (HAHA I'LL STOP)

Wears tight pants to show off his "size"

When you're injured, he'll carry you on his back and take you to safety

Always makes tea for you

Loves lying in the grass with you

Stealing his shirts is a must

Makes funny faces while singing

Winks at you constantly

Kisses on the neck and cheek are constant

Would say "baby" 20 times a day

Sometimes he calls you "mama"

You think he has a mommy kink (HAHAH I'M SORRY)

You sometimes think that he and Jimmy have a thing with each other

Sometimes he wears big fur hats to cover up his bad hair days

Lastly, he always cares about you. Even if you're mad at him. He'll try his best to make you happy again. He'll buy gifts, he'll hug you and kiss you to make you feel better. He will do everything in his power to make you love and notice him

THANKS 4 READING <3 TAKE CARE OF YOURSELVES <3333

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"It’s so mundane, every day, but it’s gorgeous. Maybe he’s been around Robert for too long. This is his kind of thought process.

The buzz reaches his brain; it’s peaceful."

Title: Sick Again (Smokers in L.A.)

Rating: Mature

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Fandom: Led Zeppelin

Relationships: Jimmy Page/Robert Plant

Characters: Jimmy Page, Robert Plant, John Paul Jones

Additional Tags: Marijuana, Drug Use, Shotgunning, Kissing, Hair-pulling, 1976, Sunsets, Robert Plant cane era, Anxiety, Nausea, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, also implied eating disorders but that's if you really look

Language: English

Stats: Published: 2024-03-23 Words: 1,660 Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

In July of 1976, Jimmy finds himself forced to attend a formal party with the rest of Led Zeppelin. Uneasy with the environment, he sits on the balcony in the summer evening. Robert finds him and finds a way to quell the unease with his own charm.

[jimmys-zeppelin]

moonbeam

ch. vii

table of contents

may 26, 1998

What was Jimmy buying?

The question plagued Sabrina for far longer than she wanted it to. It was stupid, really, but she couldn’t shake the thought from her mind. The egg on her frying pan sizzled as she thought on Jimmy’s buying habits. The white began to brown at the edges and the smell snapped Sabrina from her daze. 

It was already noon and there would barely be enough time to eat her still-cooking egg before she’d have to leave. Then again, she wasn’t worried about coming in late. It wasn’t like she’d be reprimanded for her tardiness. Taking five extra minutes wouldn’t put her job in jeopardy. 

“I’ll just have to hire you to take care of my clothing mishaps, then,” Jimmy’s voice echoed in her mind from earlier that morning.

“Stupid,” she chuckled quietly, taking the frying pan off the fire and shaking it onto the waiting plate beside the stove. She hadn’t bothered to sit at the table because if she got too comfortable, she knew she wouldn’t get up. So she leaned over the counter, her Coca-Cola fizzing quietly in front of her. Distantly, she heard a buzz. 

Her phone was ringing. 

"Ugh, not the time," Sabrina mumbled as she shoveled most of the egg into her mouth and crossed into the living room where her purse lay on the sofa. 

She could feel the buzz and heard her unmistakable ringtone of The Spice Girls' "Never Give Up On The Good Times" and she anxiously hummed along as she shuffled through her bag. 

Finally, her fingers gripped the tiny black Nokia device. "What the—"

Jimmy Page — mobile 

ANSWER | DECLINE

Without a second thought, Sabrina clicked to answer the call, choosing to ignore the indiscernible sinking feeling in her chest that came with seeing his name on her screen. 

“Hello?” she answered with a start. Perhaps she was too quick.

“Sabrina, hi. Erm, hello," he sounded as if he were correcting himself. 

“Hi, Jimmy,” Sabrina said, going back to her egg and Coke. "Another fashion emergency?" she teased. 

There was a short pause, then he laughed. The bubbly laugh that hit her ears forced a smile onto her face and a flutter in her heart. She didn't want to feel this way about him, but she couldn't help it. He was so much older and there was no way in hell she'd be ready to get into anything else with someone else so soon. Despite Shaun’s having obviously moved on with Sarah. 

But the way Jimmy drew her in made Sabrina feel like a dazed cartoon character being led blindly by an enticing piece of meat. She wanted him. And she knew he shamelessly flirted with her. She loved it more than she cared to admit.

"No, no, I just, uh," he paused, trying to find the words, "Well, I felt bad that our conversation was interrupted earlier at Boots this morning." 

"Oh!" Sabrina took a sip of her soda. She grabbed the half-empty can and put it back into the refrigerator for later. Her egg was a leftover piece of whites—arguably the most boring part of the egg. She tossed the rest of it as she thought up a response. "Well, I'm about to head out to work, but I have a few minutes to chat." As many minutes as you need, Jimmy....

"Have I got you at a bad time?"

"Not at all. I'm the only one who's keeping the alterations business going. It's nothing too serious if I'm late," Sabrina shrugged on a windbreaker. It began to drizzle when she'd come back from Boots and she was sure the weather had gotten worse in the meantime. "Hey, you weren't serious about paying me triple for my job, were you?"

"If you want to work for me I can guarantee it'd probably be better. You'd only have to put up with me," Jimmy chuckled, "Plus you'll get to travel with me....and other benefits." 

The tone of benefits made Sabrina’s heart beat just that much faster. If there was one thing Jimmy did well, it was his ability to talk to women. 

"Benefits?" she questioned, an allure to her voice. 

"Yes, well," he chuckled again and sighed, "I know you don't have time to talk now. Next time I see you I'll bring out the contract." 

"Oh, God," Sabrina laughed, stuffing her keys into her pocket. She'd begun to grab the last few items she needed before leaving her apartment. "Your other suits are ready, by the way." Changing the subject was the only way she could slip out of the confrontation of admitting anything to Jimmy that she’d regret later.

"Ah, yes, I nearly forgot....I'll come by to get them. Maybe tomorrow. Unless you do house calls and can drop them off for me,” Jimmy said, hopeful. 

"Well, I'm not your assistant, Jimmy,” Sabrina retorted with a chuckle, tugging the building door closed and ensuring it was locked. She yanked her hood over her head as the rain began to dot her cheeks.

"Doesn't hurt to ask," he replied. She knew he was smiling. "What time do you get off work? If that's not a strange question to ask." 

It was certainly a question to ask. Strange? She couldn't tell. 

"Store closes at eight. Whenever we finish the closing duties I'll be out," she said, taking her tube card out from her back pocket in preparation to tap it at the turnstile. She stood to the side, though, for fear that if she tapped in, she'd lose any and all phone signal. "Are you planning on ambushing me?" 

"Perhaps...." Jimmy teased. "Just curious, really."

"Hey listen, I have to go, but if you want to talk more you can call the store and help me pass the time by pretending you’re putting in another order or something.”

"It's alright, I'll let Clarence's have their best employee for another day. I have some things I've been putting off myself." 

"Alright. Well, let's talk soon, hm?" Sabrina said, picking at the bit of loose skin at the edge of her nail. For the second time that day he was nearly sending her into cardiac arrest. If they didn't get off the phone soon, she'd quit her job and run to work for Jimmy Page at his (probably) big, fancy house. 

"Absolutely, Sab. Be safe out there, love." 

Her stomach did about four somersaults. 

"Thanks, Jimmy...bye." 

"Bye." 

He didn't hang up, and Sabrina watched the time duration continue on to 5:10, 5:11, 5:12 until she hung up. Sabrina had never felt this way for someone she had known for so little time. And someone famous, no less. She was terrified. 

☽ 

The late May rain poured down outside. Humidity fogged up Clarence's thin, glass door, the logo decal barely visible from where she stood inside. 

It was 8:15 in the evening. Sabrina felt grungy and gross. She needed a shower more than anything and knew her hair was in need of a wash. She had the next day's opening shift in twelve hours, but she knew already that she wouldn't be getting nearly enough sleep to power her through to the next day. 

Most of Clarence's staff had gone home for the day, citing the rain as their main reason for heading out early, but Sabrina and a few other stragglers remained. 

Luckily, Conner had worked the morning shift that day. After he'd left her place, he'd taken the train right to work and said he'd head home afterwards. Sabrina knew she wouldn't see him when she came in, and she was beyond thankful. She hadn't been ready to face him quite yet after the events of the previous night had transpired. 

They kissed, they touched, and when they were nearly headed to their final destination, a rotten feeling in Sabrina's gut had taken root. Conner was more than understanding and Sabrina was terribly embarrassed, but they both went to bed on good terms. Things would sort themselves out between them, but Sabrina wanted to avoid Conner for as long as she could until then. 

Sabrina yanked the vacuum cord to a more clear path. Thinking on all this, she realized she had been clenching her jaw. Grinding her teeth wasn't new, but her subconscious did it without her mind taking notice. She needed to schedule with the dentist. 

As she finished up the area she'd been working on, the bell over the door jingled, the hefty winds and white noise from the rain became louder. 

"Sorry, we're closed! Come back tomorrow, please," Sabrina called out, beginning to follow the cord to the vacuum when a soaked pair of loafers came into her view. Jimmy's.

"I'm sorry, I just—" he was out of breath, like he'd been running, "I needed to come see you." 

"What?" was her automated response. His perfect curls were flat against his forehead. His cigarette-tinged cologne mixed with rainwater. Rain drops rolled off his soft leather jacket and dripped onto the carpet with muffled thuds. Sabrina could hear her own breaths. The texture of the vacuum cord suddenly became obvious to her fingertips. 

"Sabrina, I know it's a horrible time, I'm soaked, I'm a mess, the store's closed, but I," Jimmy could hardly get the words out. Sabrina knew what he was going to say. She was so starstruck she almost didn't want to hear him say it. "I haven't stopped thinking about you since the day we met." 

"Jimmy—" Me, too. 

"Let me take you to dinner. Friday at seven. I'll pick you up. We'll go someplace nice." 

Sabrina stood stunned. No words left her, her jaw hung ajar, her eyes searching his for any sign of a lie. 

"If you say no I—"

"No, yes. Yes. Let's. I—" she stopped herself. The nerves were starting to hit. "Me?" she asked. 

"There's no one else here, Sab. You're...I barely know you but I haven't felt like this about anyone in a long, long time. One date. That's all I ask."

"I don't even know how old you are..." Sabrina chuckled. 

Jimmy's gut jumped with his laugh. Sabrina felt her insides melt a little at the sight. "I'm fifty-four. If it's too much, I think I'll die." 

"Twice my age," Sabrina said, a smile playing at the edge of her lips. Mum's gonna hate this, she thought to herself. 

"Twenty-seven," Jimmy said. Sabrina nodded. "Alright." 

"Alright?" Sabrina said. 

"Yeah...." he took a breath, letting himself take a look around the tiny store. "Now that I'm here," he started. 

"I'll go get your suits," Sabrina smiled. She locked the vacuum into a standing position and dropped the power cord to the floor. Their eyes met briefly, but the look he gave her was different that time. Just as she passed him, Jimmy took hold of her hand, a slight tug held her back. 

“Don’t be long…” Jimmy trailed off. The start of a cheeky smile played on the edges of his lips. When their eyes met, his lips grazed her middle finger just above her knuckle. A rush of excitement coursed through her. 

“Don’t worry,” Sabrina replied, her voice so soft it was nearly a whisper. 

Once sequestered in the fitting area upstairs, Sabrina tried her best not to jump and squeal out loud like a teenage girl, but with varied success. She couldn't help the unmoving smile on her face and hoped Jimmy would stay downstairs until she could better contain her feelings. The soft footsteps behind her proved her wrong. 

Jimmy couldn't help but smile either.

"Excuse me, sir, this area is for employees only," Sabrina said. 

“I couldn’t stay away,” Jimmy replied dryly, a chuckle on the horizon.

“Yeah, yeah, I bet,” Sabrina chided, zipping up the suit bags after ensuring both were Jimmy's.

She didn’t know what it was, but Jimmy felt right. She didn't want to take this for granted. Not one bit. 

There was a pause, then he spoke. “How are you getting home?" Jimmy asked, his fingers tracing down the length of her arm until he reached her fingertips. He toyed with them in his hand. Sabrina wished he'd take and kiss each one of her fingers. 

"It's alright, Jimmy, I was going to just tube it," she shrugged. 

"Nonsense," he said softly. "I'll give you a lift home. It’s pouring rain out there.”

She didn't want to fight. Plus, the more time she could spend with him, the better. 

"Fine," she conceded. "I just have to finish up downstairs and we can go." 

☽ 

Sabrina knocked her knees together anxiously. The radio played softly in the dark interior of Jimmy’s car. He wasn’t driving, as she quickly learned that he’d had his own driver—Giuseppe—who took him all over whenever he pleased. Hell of a job that must be, Sabrina thought, Driving around Jimmy Page on his personal ventures.

Giuseppe was Italian, as she could infer from his heavy accent. They spoke briefly, Sabrina introducing herself upon entering the vehicle. Silence quickly followed. She could feel Jimmy watching her from where he sat at his opposing seat. 

The moment was officially awkward. 

“Where are you planning on taking me for our night out?” Sabrina asked, shadows of raindrops on the back windshield obscuring Jimmy's face. 

Jimmy smiled slightly, “Um, well, I’ll have to see for sure where I can get us in, but I’m thinking Italian food. I know someone who owns a nice restaurant in Central London." 

"I love Italian." 

She loved pasta. And meatballs. But genuine Italian food was something she wasn't quite familiar with. 

"It's nice, not too fancy. I wouldn't imagine you'd be thrilled with anything too extravagant." 

"Well, I enjoy some extravagance sometimes," Sabrina giggled, "But you're right. The more intimate, the better." 

Giuseppe made the turn onto her block. Sabrina almost didn't want to leave. What would they possibly talk about? She could just sit staring at him until the car ran out of petrol, nary a word being traded between them, but the thought of Giuseppe sitting there....waiting....would be much too awkward. 

"Yes, good," Jimmy said, reaching for Sabrina's hand where it rested on the seat close by. He kissed her ice cold knuckles again, and noticed how her hand trembled slightly. "You alright?"

"Perfect. I'm always cold. Also I may or may not have eaten since we spoke on the phone earlier. Just a bit hungry." 

And not to mention the absolute ride the last hour was for her. 

"Sabrina..." Jimmy trailed off with a laugh, like he wanted to lecture her, but knew it wouldn't get him anywhere. The car slowed to a stop outside Sabrina's building. Jimmy peered out at the brown brick apartment complex. "This it?"

"Yeah. It's quite shitty, honestly," she exhaled a laugh, looking over to the building along with Jimmy.  It was home to her. More of a home than her home for the previous three years had been. After university, Sabrina and Shaun had gotten a place in Chelsea. It was nice, yes, but Sabrina always felt a detachment to the place. The building was too modern, tenants rude, and near constant fucking or fighting occurring on the other side of opposing flat walls. 

Sabrina hadn't been near the building since moving out in January. It harbored horrible memories—especially towards the end of things. Staring down at the positive pregnancy test, rejecting Shaun's proposal of marriage on New Year's Day, the bump was only just beginning to peek through her form fitting dress...

She hadn't thought about those days in a long time. 

Jimmy squeezed her hand.

"Let me walk you to your door," he said gently. 

His face held a sincerity she realized that not many did. The words didn't come, so she nodded. 

The usually short walk from the sidewalk to her door felt like it lasted miles. Sabrina fumbled with her keys, the rain wetted the metal pieces and soon there was a dark shadow covering the yellow-white light over the old door. She looked up, seeing the interior of Jimmy’s worn leather coat over her head, protecting her from the rain. 

“Such a romantic,” she chuckled, finding the right key seconds later. 

“I didn’t have a chance to grab an umbrella on my way out."

"If you thought about me a little less, you may have remembered." 

"Maybe so," Jimmy sighed. Rain drops landed on his curls, the locks of hair rustling like leaves in the wind. Sabrina wondered if she should invite him upstairs; let him borrow an umbrella...give him an excuse to see her again, maybe kiss her this time. His lips pursed as she watched him. "What's that look for?" 

"Sorry," a shot of adrenaline ran through her, "Got a little lost in my thoughts."

"Lost in my eyes, yeah?" 

"Shut up," she nudged him with her foot. The door opened. If she looked up at him again, then the moment would end. She sighed. 

Jimmy's foot tapped hers, drawing her attention up to him. The glint in his eye made her heart's presence in her chest obvious to her ears. 

"I guess I should go..." Sabrina started.

"I'll see you on Friday night," he said, using his free hand to graze her cheek using the backs of his fingers. 

Sabrina hummed in agreement, "Now you have my address." 

"Right-o..."

She exhaled a laugh.

"Sabrina—" he started. 

She reached for him, her fingers light on his cheek to steady him as she drew him in. His lips were soft—softer than she'd expected them to be. The moment was quick, but definitive. 

Their eyes met long enough for Sabrina to see the smile creep up on Jimmy's face, then she hurried inside. There was a quiet "Bye," said through the rain falling around them as she started into the building. Jimmy lingered for a beat, a smile permanently etched onto his face. Then, he shrugged his leather jacket back over his shoulders and started back to the car. Upstairs, he saw the glow of a light switch on. 

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"Nights To Remember Ch. 5: You Belong To Me~..."

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Jimmy & Dahlia made their exit from the Chuco sometime after that. The smallest thing triggered it. The funniest thing. A song by the Duprees. And a shared look after one last dance.

"See the pyramids along the Nile…

Watch the sun rise on a tropic isle…

Just remember, darling, all the while…

You belong to me…"

The look they shared was laden with understanding. A flicker of a shared shy, sheepish smile. A soft laugh at how fitting the song was then.

They both knew it was time. It was in their nerves. In their blood. A little flicker in their eyes.

Jimmy laced his fingers through hers, hand swallowing hers as he gazed down at her. "Shall we?"

Dahlia nodded simply. "Let's go."

Jimmy slipped out of his jacket, draping it around her shoulders before leading her back out into the now much cooler night. He nodded & smiled in greeting, tossing a few waves to some cheering fans before they were both tucked safely back into the quiet private depths of the backseat of the town car he arrived in.

"Darling, you really shouldn't have run off like that. You really did give me quite a fright. Though I'm glad you left word for me with Peter." He tutted, patting her hand.

"Of course, baby." She reached up to cup his face tenderly & thumbed the swell of his cheek. "Like you already said I didn't want to worry you. I got bored back there but saw you were still having fun. I knew Peter would get the word to you in where I had gone. If you didn't already know or guess. I just got homesick I guess. Missed things. Missed the place. The fun. You know. The old days I guess."

The old days.

Memories danced in Jimmy's mind. Of more dances here. More dances at the Chuco. Inside under the tinted light. Outside on the patio. Under the streetlight. Under the stars. Under the moon.

From the first time she took him there in his Yardbirds days to then. Through all lengths of his hair. Through all lengths of his beard. Both before & after his beard. Pinstriped trousers, jeans, velvet bellbottoms. Silk blouses, lace trim, simple cotton. No matter what he wore he was always welcome. She was always welcome. They were always welcome.

It wasn't hard to see why she loved it.

Why she missed it.

Why she escaped.

The other party was the complete opposite.

Though she stuck out in both like a sore thumb - albeit a stunningly beautiful one - it was clear, she fit this one like a glove.

"I'm sorry if I worried you at all, Jimmy. I thought maybe if I went along with Robert when he offered you'd have less to worry about."

Jimmy stifled a laugh. Stifled a grin. Barely. After all these years. Even after that night. She still had no idea. He was glad in a way. It meant Robert hadn't tried anything. It also meant that certainly Magnet hadn't either. It meant she was still safe. Still his. Still secure.

"Forgive me?"

And thus, so was he.

Cupping her face in his large hands, Jimmy cooed in a dragon's curl of smoke from the cigarette he had just finished. "There's nothing to forgive, my dear. Nothing. As long as you're safe."

Dahlia beamed at him, placing her hands over his cupping her cheeks, starry-eyed as ever. "I had a wonderful time tonight, darling. Hope you did too. Despite the slight fright I gave you."

His smile grew before his lips pressed to her forehead once more. "My dearest. My sweetest. My loveliest. My only. My girl. My lady. My Dahlia."

His heart swelled in his chest at what he saw flickering in her gaze. The light. The devotion. The purity. Purity of gaze. Of heart. Of love. Of feeling. Of emotion. Pure, raw emotion.

All of this led him to make one simple promise. "The night's not over yet, my girl. My lady. It is but still young for us."

"I bless the day I found you…

I wanna stay around you…

Now and forever, let it be me…"

Jimmy's smile brightened at the sound of the Everlys crooning over the radio. "Remember this song, my darling?"

"Don't take this heaven from one…

If you must cling to someone…

Now and forever, let it be me…"

Dahlia's smile quirked in the same way. Instantly, she read his mind. "Palomino, 1969."

They shared a private giggle. A favorite date of theirs. A favorite memory of theirs. Jimmy taking Dahlia to see the Everly Brothers at the Palomino in 1969. Holding hands. Holding her close. Sneaking squeezes of her hand. Sneaking little clinches. Sneaking kisses. As they did before.

"Each time we meet, love…

I find complete love…

Without your sweet love…

What would life be?..."

As they did then.

Jimmy leant in & nuzzled Dahlia. Nuzzled his wife. She nuzzled back. A low growl sounded in his throat. A purr in hers. A chuckle followed from him. A giggle from her.

The partition rose between them & the front seat. Jimmy's arms came around Dahlia's back, hands caressing the skin left bare by her low backed dress. Dahlia shivered & purred again, reclining back as Jimmy leant her back into the seat. Her arms circled his shoulders as their nuzzling intensified & once again their lips met.

She shivered as she felt his silver jeweled pendant cool against her hot skin.

"Gee whiz, look at his eyes…

Gee whiz, how they hypnotize…

He's got everything a girl could want…

Man, oh, man, what a prize…

Oh, oh…"

As the song played Dahlia gazed up at him in the flickering, intermittent light. The dragon's green fire seared her to the core. A private smile was shared. A tandem flicker. The air crackling between the two as it so often did. And suddenly two pairs of curved lips crashed into each other.

"Heaven up above knows how much…

I love that fella's soul…

Angels sing of a love like this…

I hope our love will grow and grow…"

Jimmy's lips burned a trail of heated kisses down her throat as his hand blazed a trail up her skirt. Her legs fell open instantly. As if on command. Under his spell as ever. Open sesame.

"'Cause, gee whiz, I love that guy…

Gee whiz, my, my, oh my…

There are things we could do…

I could say I love you…

But all I can say is…

Gee whiz…"

His lips trailed back up to claim & conquer hers yet again. Dominating her again. Mauling her again. Dahlia nipped his lower lip softly, earning a throaty growl. The growl of course came with more hungry, devouring kisses.

A sudden gasp left Dahlia's lips, thighs tightening around his hand slightly as Jimmy's fingers shifted her panties aside & his middle finger pressed inside.

"Dahlia… My lady…" He panted.

Dahlia let her legs fall open just that bit wider. Jimmy's finger pressed deeper, curving towards those familiar places he knew so well would elicit those deliriously sweet sounds.

"Ah!..."

And little bucks & lifts & rocks of her hips as she was so doing then. Each little buck allowed her skirt to slip higher and higher up her thigh. The slipping slip dress thusly only revealed more and more of her shifted panties & his working fingers.

The sight of the flickering light, intermittent from passing cars & streetlights, flashing on her exposed core stirred him to no end. The sight of her lips parted. Him parting her lips. His fingers parting them & pumping. Curving. Pressing deep. Making her mewl. It stirred him… To action.

"Oh, my angel…

Come back to me…

And I will love you…

Till eternity…

Oh, my angel…

This fire in my heart…

Consumes my happiness…

Since we are apart…"

Jimmy let Dahlia slip from his arms momentarily, only to bring both hands to his belt & undo it.

"Dahlia… Forgive me… I need..."

Dahlia merely allowed herself to sink down onto the sear & giggled. "There's nothing to forgive… As you said, my love…"

Jimmy hurriedly undid & unzipped his trousers, freeing himself & allowing his length to fall free. Dahlia giggled again & softly stroked his length in greeting. Jimmy jolted, grunting, groaning deeply. He stilled himself, allowing her a few more smooth strokes before acting again.

Taking her hand & once more pressing a kiss to the back before draping her arms around his shoulders. Coming close, he gave her panties a tug down her thighs before embracing her once more. And with that, Jimmy rose over her, drawing his hips back & piercing her in one go.

"Ah!" Cane the tandem response.

"You're mine…

And we belong together…

Yes, we belong together…

For eternity…"

The music was the perfect soundtrack as they lay wrapped in each other's arms. Another giggle was shared between the two before Jimmy pressed deeply once more. Another thrust. Another gasp.

"You're mine…

Your lips belong to me…

Yes, they belong to only me…

For eternity…"

Jimmy rolled his hips into hers slowly. Smoothly. Deeply. He drew out moan after moan. Sigh after sigh. Stirring her from deep within.

Dahlia's back arched, allowing Jimmy to slide the spaghetti straps down her shoulders. There he was able to bunch the silken dress at her waist. There he was able to trail kisses down her neck as her head craned back.

His lips trailed a heated path down to her breasts, circling her nipples & sucking them into peaks as his tongue batted & teased them. The sight of her panties, filmy & now sodden, ringing around her ankle led him to remove them, pocketing them secretly. Then, Jimmy's smile widened as Dahlia's legs wrapped around his waist. Her heels grazed the upholstery on the door behind him, her ankles locked behind his back as he drove consistently into her as they were driven around.

"You're my, my baby…

And you'll always be…

I swear by everything I own…

You'll always, always be mine…"

Dahlia watched as his pendants glinted in the light. Dangling & spinning. Hypnotizing her. Each thrust pierced her to her very core. Stealing her breath away. Her hands slipped under his jacket, sliding along the smooth expanse of skin along his back. Her fingers curled. Nails scoring into his shoulders.

His hips stuttered & faltered only momentarily before snapping harder & ever so slightly faster into her.

"You're mine…" The song crooned.

"Jimmy..." Dahlia mewled, arching her back slightly. The way her eyes both glittered & hazed over caught his eye. He recognized that. Recognized the way her nails dragged from his shoulders down his back. He hissed & shuddered & snapped his hips yet again, thrusting deeper still.

Her legs tightened around him. Walls tightened around him. Arms tightened around him. "Ahhh… Jimmy… Jimmy…"

"Are you close, darling?" He asked with a kiss, even though he already knew.

As he expected, he saw her nod slowly, still with that hazed starry-eyed gaze.

Jimmy smiled, sliding one hand down to brace her hip. His thumb swirled gently on her clit as he began to hone his thrusts in a very pointed fashion. Dahlia gasped softly. The gasp was muffled against his lips as he claimed hers in yet another passionate kiss.

"Mmmm… Me too…" He admitted, with a cheeky grin, muffling his subsequent chuckles into her lips just as she had muffled her gasps.

Now their hips rocked in unison. Lifting & rolling into a sweet, smooth grinding meeting. The two of them colliding over & over.

"Jimmy…" Dahlia mewled.

"Mmm-hmm…" He purred, wrapping one arm around her back, the other hand bracing her thigh, keeping it close to him.

"Jimmy… Jimmy…" She nipped his lower lip, causing him to growl. The sound vibrated through her body, making her shiver & clench around him.

She felt him drive into her clenching tightness in a few short quick thrusts, aiming for her spot just so & jolted. Another gasp fell from her lips as her back arched. She clutched into him & with the last of his thrusts as he grunted & groaned, he spilled & she shattered.

Galaxies collided as their bodies had, shattering & spreading stardust across her vision, the stars he had seen in her eyes sealed with a bated breath sigh of his name & kiss.

"Jimmy..."

The same stars she saw alight in his now as his lids fluttered open. Emerald depths twinkling in greeting as their gazes met.

"My lady…"

"Jimmy…"

Her fingers drew their last trails down his back. Another hiss fell from his lips as he stirred deep within her, filling her as he braced her body to his. Large right hand still bracing her thigh to his hip. His left arm still wrapped around her, keeping her stomach flush against his.

"I love you…"

He swore as his lips retook & staked their claim on hers at the same time. Deep, passionate, grateful, sated, yet all the more hungry kisses greeted her on the way down as they both recovered.

"I love you…"

She sighed her pledge in return.

Another purr sounded as despite the eternity their hurried climb & easy float down from their peak seemed to take, they both registered the last words of the song then on the radio. Fitting as ever. As always.

"And we belong together…

Yes, we belong together…

For eternity…"

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Hope y'all enjoy~!

As ever, this is forever under construction~!

[thepinkwriterr]

Capricorn Season Chapter Thirty-One

"Um, okay, go on," I said, my voice quivering with uncertainty. 

Her hands fidgeted against each other as she pursed her lips. She looked as if she were searching for the words. 

Worry struck me.

I waited for her to speak, watching her features quiver in search of words. 

"The night me, Bonzo, and Robert went to see Sabbath something happened."

I didn't say anything.  

More worry.

She spoke with taut tension. Her pursed lips relaxed into a grimace as she preapred to speak.

"Robert slept with Tiffany."

Icy pain ran through my bones. 

I didn't believe her on instinct, didn't want to, but the look she wore told me she was serious. 

"Are you sure?" I asked. 

All the air shot from my lungs in one blow. 

"Yeah, um, then Bonzo took her back to the hotel. Robert told us not to tell you." 

She stood in the doorway still, casting a shadow down the hall. 

"He did?" 

Another stab.

Why didn't she protect me?

"Yeah." She stood with her hands clasped, the threat of tears haunting her. "Please don't be mad that I didn't tell you, or that I did tell you. I was just trying to do what was best."

I couldn't breathe. Bricks sat heavy on my chest. A thick lump made a home in my larynax. It languished on my vocal chords. I struggled to find the right words as I looked at her pained expression. 

"No, it's okay," I spoke through my pain, "I-I understand." I said, the lump choking me as I spoke. Cold hands twisted around my neck leaving behind a trail of bruised fingerprints. 

I slid down to the floor next to the thin door, Gwen following suit. "I'm sorry, Lore," she hugged me as I began to cry. 

Of course this was the truth. This was the inevitable, the twisting of the knife. I don't know whom I was trying to fool more, myself or everyone else. He didn't love me. 

Torrents of heat wracked my body as I let out a sob, falling harshly and heavy as fat rain. The tide rolled back as my body inflated with an inhale, the waves crashing back as I wailed with an exhale. 

I was shocked that Tiffany was the one who made it all come crashing down. I knew it had to end, but I thought it would be his wife. I always imagined the idea of him having children, something I tried to ignore, but I knew he had a wife. It was a subject both of us avoided like the plauge. 

If we didn't bring her up, she didn't exist. She was like an apperition waiting to appear at the foot of my bed at nightfall. She lingered around corner, threatening to topple it all. She was something I never wanted to think about always ended up on my mind. 

I spent the next fifteen minutes like this. I cried so hard my stomach muscles ached and my head throbbed. She held me the entire time, smoothing my hair down and telling me it was going to be okay. I listened to her and allowed her words to soothe my now exhausted body. 

But she was wrong. It wouldn't be okay. Everything would be different now. Robert had slept with someone else. 

"Gwen?" 

"Yeah?" 

"Why didn't you tell me before?" 

She sighed. I looked up at her to see her brows drawn together like theatre curtains. Her eyes evaded mine. 

"I don't know...I guess I didn't want to upset the balance. I was having such a good time with you that I didn't want you to go." 

"You don't have to lie." 

She sighed again. Her brows relaxed and gave way to preformance that lie behind them. 

"I didn't want to blow up Robert's spot. I've never been in this postion. I didn't know how to balance it." 

We fell into a silence. Neither of us knew what to say, I guess. We'd never been at odds this way. 

After a while of languishing in the silence I slumped into her lap and fell asleep.

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She left before I woke. I was tucked snuggly into the duvet. I looked at the clock before fighting my way out of the covers. The guys would be back soon but I was happy to be alone. 

I didn't know what I wanted to do more-- scream at him or fall into his arms. I dreaded seeing him shortly.

What would I say? What could I say? He would just look at me with those beautiful eyes and whisper something charming in my ear and whisk me off again. That's what he did every time. Every time he looked to another girl or came back too drunk. He just smirked with those terrible lips and apologized with empty words. I always fell for it. Always. 

I had been here so many times. I could recognize these familiar feelings, the way they sat uncomfortably in my body. It was not the first time I'd been hurt like this, not even by him. I was filled with the same aching hope that always came after finding this out. 

This time I really opened myself up, put myself on the line. I told myself he was different, that it could be different. 

I knew it was a lie. It was a delusion I conjured up to justify another cycle of bullshit. 

There was a knock at the door that interrupted my thoughts. I hoped it to be Gwen and went to answer it. But it wasn't. It was the last person I wanted to see.

Tiffany was standing in my doorway wearing a sweet smile. She was wearing a sparkly red halter top and a tiny pair of shorts. She looked so innocent, so unaware. I hated her for it. 

I imagined his hands on her body. The sweat dripping from his overheated frame onto hers, the sound of his voice bouncing off the walls and catching in her ears. How beautiful he must've looked to her. 

I felt angry that she would even look at him. How could she? He was mine to admire, to adore as his features were adorned with pale sunlight filtered from hotel windows. He was my temporary lover.

I had foolishily hoped he would be more.

Quite foolishly. 

I was consumed with anger. It must've come up from the floorboards---I felt it start in my feet. Thick, heavy heat traveled through me. I felt adrenaline in my blood like so much water. It reached my scorching chest. My skin was red hot with rage. It worked through me with a frightening speed. I lurched at her. 

I threw her to the ground, dug my nails into the soft flesh of her tawny bicep. I didn't feel sorry. I felt vindicated, like a fucking warrior. 

Loud howelling bounced off the walls. Someone was screaming. I didn't know if it was me or her. The pain my throat told me it was me, but her jaw hung like an open window, so maybe it was both of us. A bead of sweat rushed down my spine and landed at the waistband of my cotton shorts. I was burning. 

I pulled a chunk of her hair. I had never touched it before. It was soft like silk in my hands. She was screaming for help. I wasn't pulling hard enough to rip it from her skull but I wanted to. 

Her skin was inflamed from scratching and slapping. She didn't even try to fight back, just like that day at the beach when Bonzo chased her around for what felt like an hour. I could feel the breeze on my slick shoulders. 

She was helped alright. The guys rushed out of their doors to peel me off her. 

Her lipstick smeared and hair matted. Her halter top had even come undone. Jonesy had to help her keep it in place as they went to her room.

"Yeah, bird fight!" Bonzo exclaimed with a playful smile. Jonesy slapped his arm. He was drunk. 

Robert pulled me up from the floor. I was an after thought. He practically drug me by the ear to our room. 

Gwen stood next to her room's door. She was drenched in dim light from the wall sconce. Her face was cast downward. She avoided my eyes. I felt even more shame. 

"What the hell happened?" Robert cried. The door had barely swung shut. 

I couldn't look at him. 

"Lorelei, hello! What happened? Why did you attack Tiffany?" He said it as if he already knew the answer. 

I cocked my head, speaking with a force I hadn't found in myself before, "Don't act like you don't know! Did you think I wouldn't find out?" I was yelling now. 

He acted so smugly, asking me what was wrong. He knew well and good. 

"This is all over me?"

"Don't be flattered. I'm leaving." I spat as I pulled my suitcase onto the bed, slamming it with all the energy I could muster. I started to pack my things. Anger burned off my tired frame. I was steaming and sweating. Adrenaline still worked through my body.

He flipped the top of my suitcase down. "Lorelei, stop." 

His eyes dug into me. 

I pleaded with him to stop silently. He held too much power over me. I shifted my gaze down to the floor. 

"I'm sorry, okay? I never wanted to hurt you." 

His voice was gentle and soft. I wanted to melt into him right then. 

I tried to be strong. 

"Bullshit," I cried, pushing his hands off me.

"Hey, c'mon, you know I love you."

"Don't say it if you don't mean it," I said through teary eyes.

"I do, I mean it. I love you. You're my girl." 

His words were quiet as if he were trying to keep a secret. 

"Robert, stop. I can't- you can't mess with my head like this." 

Tears rushed from me and fell down my face. I didn't know what was up or down. His hands and voice were lulling me into a sleep, one I needed so badly. His voice was an offer of reprieve. His hands worked at me. His eyes gave me a place of ease.

"I'm not, I promise. I love you. I really do."

"You don't mean that." 

I tried to continue my packing but he stood in the way again. 

"Stay here with me and I won't even so much as look at another girl. My love, my darling Lorelei, you're all I want." He held his hands up in defense, earnestly showing me his open palms.

"Okay."

"Okay?" He asked, a hopeful glint in his tone. 

My chest heaved slowly as my breathing stalled. It would soon return to normal as my nerves were calmed. "I'll stay." I said foolishly. 

I didn't know what a mistake I had made. I just wanted peace. I just wanted to be loved by him.

He put my suitcase down and slid it under the bed, tucking all the pain away. I already started to forget. We laid in the bed. He was close to me. I could feel the coolness of his body. I got the feeling he had put on this same production before. He rested his hands on my face, gently brushing the tears from my cheeks. I tried to blink them away but they kept coming. 

We slept that night, peacefully and closely, after a passionate display of his love. It was his intention to make me feel good after all that pain. I still felt like my heart was swallowing itself, but he made it better. He almost made me forget it was his fault. 

He had a certain magic about him. He could make you forget. I knew I couldn't forget how much it hurt. I couldn't forget the sights I had imagined. It was going to tear me apart. It would be the pretending that really hurt.

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[psychedeliagroove]

I’m having a Bob Dylan phase

[1-800-simping]

Forget You Exist

pairing: jimmy page x reader

genre: angst

tw: cussing(?), mentions of sex, drugs, alcohol.

word count: 544

summary:

jimmy comes home late, drunk after a show. things get heated when you tell him you won't have sex with him while he's drunk.

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It was almost 2 am. You couldn't take it anymore. You had been waiting all night for Jimmy to get back from his show, so you assumed he was getting a few drinks and would later come home. Boy, were you wrong. 

Jimmy stumbled through the door, crashing into objects like crazy. “Jimmy?” you asked as you sat up from your spot on the couch. He looked around the room to search for the source of the voice that had just called his name. You quickly got up and walked over to him. “Well, hello there, love.” Jimmy slurred as he shifted his weight onto one leg. He was trying to flirt with you. “Are you okay? You’re probably drunk, let’s get you to bed.” You quickly grabbed his hand and tried leading him to your shared bedroom, but he wouldn't budge. 

He groaned loudly, then pulled you back towards him. “Whaddaya say, love? We get a little dirty tonight, eh?” You sighed, “Jimmy, I’m not having sex with you when you’re drunk.” “C’mon love. it’ll be fun,” he tried once more. “I won't, Jimmy. Maybe when you’re sober.” 

He was pissed. His smirk turned into a frown in less than a few seconds. “Fuck you, I don't need to have sex with your ass. I have tons of orgies.” It took your brain a moment to register what he had just said. He was cheating on you, but you had to let it go for now. He could get hurt if you let him go off while drunk. “Jimmy, look, you're drunk and I’d rather deal with this in the morning when you’re just a bit sober. Please, let's just lay down and go to bed.” you looked down at his arms. His veins were collapsed. That was when you realized, “You’re back on heroin..” Everything started to fit together again. 

He’d stopped eating meals throughout the day. He’d lost so much weight to the point where he was purely skin and bones. These random bruises were all over his arms. They all made sense. “Yeah, and?” He remarked. “Jimmy, you can't be doing drugs again, please. I know you're a rockstar and you love the whole ‘sex, drugs, rock and roll' lifestyle, but it's not healthy. It affects you and the people around you, Jimmy, and not in a good way.” “Can you fucking shut up for once in your life? You’re so fucking annoying. And you wanna know the reason why I do all this shit? It’s to get away from your ass and forget you ever existed, but you don't fucking stop. You keep coming right back up again like a weed. So maybe, just fucking maybe, if I do the drugs and drink it out, I’ll forget you exist.”

Your heart dropped. He's an honest addict and you knew that. A tear rolled down your cheek as you faced the ground. “And guess fucking what,” he yelled in your ear. You stayed completely silent. “It fucking worked until today.” He turned around and left, slamming the door shut behind him. You broke down into tears, you didn't know what else to do. You just wanted what was best for him and it wasn't enough. That meant this was goodbye. 

[maziecrazycloud]

Chapter 18:

Aisling and Jimmy play a dangerous trick on Madame Victoria Kaur, as they attempt to take the necklace for themselves. Aisling realizes there is more power to the stone than she realizes. Jimmy ponders what he has gotten himself into.

Chapter 19:

After near disaster at the Cobra Club, the burgeoning notes of friendship are born between the mighty Zeppelin and Aisling Cowan. Yet even as the haze of music forges forward, the threat of unknown magick lingers just under the surface.

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AHHH I finally updated Forest of Time after 1000 re-writes and many changes. I forgot to announce when I posted Chpt. 18 a few weeks ago, so here is a double post with the brand-spankin’-new Chpt. 19 to boot! I really love both these chapters but something about Chpt. 19 was very fun to write. Im back in it folks! Also I’ve been writing this story for a year so far, and I still can’t believe it. I hope you enjoy!

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