Disclaimer: Bands: Metallica
Warnings: Sex, swearing, and some violence.
Disclaimer: All events are entirely fictional.
II. Brake Me, Shake Me.
She was amazing, Hell Angel, Ice Queen, lead guitarist of Iron Maiden. Her guitar playing was fast, furious, and absolutely perfect, with my trained ear I couldn't catch any false notes. She was a Goddess, beautiful, smart, and soo out of my league... I'd heard rumors of countless guys who'd asked her out and were rejected. From the very first time I saw her on stage at the Monsters of Rock Fest, playing that damn guitar with such perfection, all fired up, looking unbelievably sexy... I knew it right then and there.. it was more then just 'I like that girl' it was stronger, it was overpowering... I wanted to hangout with her, maybe even get drunk/brave enough to ask her out... and I was planning too.. until I overheard Sambora's jokes about Hell Angel's army of heartbroken losers.
The Fest was over and we went back to US, but I couldn't stop thinking about her. She was always on my mind, in my heart and I fantasized about her often, more often then I cared to admit even to myself. In time I knew it was more than a lust, more than a crush, more than wishful thinking... it was love, the feeling I was always afraid of... I'd never felt anything like it. I would've done anything to have her, more so, I would've done anything for her to love me... anything...
When Lars mentioned asking Iron Maiden to tour with us, I freaked out, I couldn't even think about it! She would be near me and yet so far, I would have to deal with my feelings, and that was too much for me to handle. But other guys loved that idea, and it happened. Throwing a fit about it would've made them dig in as of why, so I let them have it and just closed up. She was here, so down to Earth, talking, smiling, so close, so perfect, so near... but just like a year ago, all I could have were my fantasies...
I did everything I could to avoid any of them reading my feelings. Excessive drinking helped to numb my heart, and covered all escaped long looks as a drunk stare. I couldn't let her know, I didn't want her to laugh at me, and I did it, I made her hate me. She called me an asshole and she was right. That what I was going for. I was rather be an asshole in her eyes, then love stricken puppy in the army of rejects.
Her eyes just about burn me to a crisp, pulling me back to reality. She didn't look away, she didn't blink, staring right back at me. And then... just for a split second I saw something in her eyes, something that was contradicting her words, but it quickly drowned in the stormy ocean of her anger.
My mind spun with jumping thoughts, heart jitter in my chest. What was it? Could it be possible I misread her? Did she... liked me from beginning and I was too busy drinking to see it? I needed to know, but the moment was all wrong, the whole room was staring at us. What should I do now? I didn't wanted to escalate this... I didn't wanted to turn this into a fight, not after I what I saw in her eyes gave me a fade hope. I needed to know... I needed to talk to her, unless it's too late... What if it is too late? Fuck... Good job Hetfield.
I stood there in front of her, gazing into her eyes, wishing for that little something emerge again. She was so close, face flushed, her normally green eyes darkened to a stormy ocean, her full lips parted. My mind surfaced my fantasies, her just like this, all fired up in my arms... her lips reaching for mine... hands wrapped around me, urging closer... I couldn't help but think of how good she would look during sex and my pants felt tight. All I wanted at this moment was to step closer and...
Her eyes darkened even more, turning cold. My mind pounded: Too late... I ruined all chances with her... Fuck!!! The beer bottle became the first victim of my frustration, hands tightened into fists, as my suddenly heavy legs carried me our of the room. The door took the rest of my anger. Fuck!
In a few fast steps I reached my room, not knowing what to do next. I rubbed my face with my hands, dropping onto the edge of the bed. What now? Had I ruined it all? The thought that she would have to pass by my room to get to hers made my mind let go of self-pity, offering the only way out. Talk to her.. right now, right here, once and for all.
I got up, waiting for her to walk by, trying to come up with what I was going to say to her, but mind decided to freak out, repeating 'too late... too late...' I shook my head, chasing weak thought away. Be a man Hetfield! Fuck, just tell her! It couldn't get any worse than it already is, so just tell her! But what if she.. laughs at me?
My heart jumped when I heard door open and close. Hot flush squeezed my blood up, making it pound in my temples. Her figure appeared in the doorway and my mind shouted: 'No, don't!' but heart took over screaming: 'Act fast! Now or never!'
I reached out, putting my hand on her shoulder and almost immediately let go. A strong charge hit my arm and pierced my body, hitting me right in the heart. It felt is if I touched the lightning itself. Angel snapped her head around to face me and there it was in her amazing sea green eyes. It was anything but hate.
My mind short circuited, wanting only one thing. Pull her in my arms and never let go. Blood boiled with unstoppable urge and I lost my head, pulling her into my room. I shut the door and pushed Angel to the wall.
“Do you think, you can talk to me like that and get away with it?” I heard myself growl. God, I am an asshole... what the fuck am I saying?
“I was angry and you were a dick.” Her eyes smiled, challenging, but not disapproving.
I pressed my body into her's, pushing her arms up and holding them pinned. She didn't fought to pull away, looking straight into my eyes. Another growl escaped my chest.
“You can't speak to me like that.” Here we go again, playing the alpha dog... Fuck, why can't I just tell her that I love her? What the fuck is wrong with me?
I could feel her breath on my skin, her hot body pulsated with a fast heart beats under my weight and I almost moaned, dying to taste those lips, just inches away from mine.
“You need a lesson in some manners... how to speak properly.” I pushed out another growl, gathering all my strength to hold back my urges, but the binds shattered in pieces when her lips smiled.
“O'relly? And you're going to teach me?” She looked right into my eyes, tilting her chin up.
Her eyes darkened, pupils slightly moved, dilating and when I knew... I read it loud and clear: she'd read my thoughts, my desire and she's accepting it. That realization drew air out of my lungs, pushing my mind into fire of need. Her face moved an inch closer and I lost it, devouring her lips. My tongue possessively entered her mouth and a wave of heat spread inside of me, melting my core.
Her hands urged me closer, making me shiver, her knee pulled up traveling on the side on my hip and heart jumped with victory: She wants me! Oh yes!
“How bad do you want me?” I pushed hoarse words out, trying to control my breathing.
“Not as bad as you want me.” She sounded calm, but her eyes couldn't hide the fire that was burning inside of her.
So, she wants to play tough, huh? My lips moved into a catty half smile.
“I can fix that.” I breathed in the smell of her hair and ran my lips to her neck, kissing, sucking her skin. God I'd wanted to do that for so long! My body betrayed me as I heard myself moan against her neck. My hands started battling against the buttons of her shirt.
Who the fuck makes such small buttons?
It was taking forever and I couldn't wait a second longer. I pulled and heard fabric ripping, but she didn't seem to care, too busy pushing my shirt up. I yanked the thing off and got her shirt off in one movement, her bra went next and I gasped when her breasts brushed over my bare chest. I growl at the back of my throat and picked her up, quickly moving to the bed.
I got on top of her, kissing her breasts, pushing her arms up and not letting her to reach me, she tried to fighting back, but I was stronger. She was wearing only jeans and scarf around her neck. I pulled her scarf and wrapped around her wrists, tying them to the headboard. I needed control to play the game, I couldn't let her touch me feeling that I would lose it. I needed to drive her feral first.
“James, what are you doing?”
“I want you to need me as bad as I do.”
“I do! Can't you feel that?”
My lips closed on her nipple and I felt another shock riding through my body as she curl her back, pushing herself up into me. My hands were unzipping her jeans as I traced slow kisses down to her stomach, pulling her pants off.
I stood up on the bed and slowly pulled my pants down letting her watch me, then slowly got back on top of her and ran my tongue from her lips down her neck to breasts, sucking on each nipple before pulling away while she moaned and bent, trying to reach my skin.
“Mnnh... James... please...”
I pulled back, admiring the amazing sight in front of me. Her long dark hair spread across the covers, deep green eyes shinning with lust, calling me... pulling me in.... so beautiful...
I stood on my knees at the level of her chest, with my thighs by her sides stroking my cock slowly, watching her trying to reach for for it with her lips. I hold it closer but just out of reach, enjoying my teasing game. It was driving me insane, I wanted her now! Right now! Or I will lose my mind. But I had to play it out to the end.
“Stop teasing me..” She moaned, arching under me and her hardened nipple draw line of fire on my leg, turning my blood into liquid fire. I shivered and released a low growl. Fuck... I have to... take control... shit... she's driving me crazy! I had to move back, returning to slow bites on her neck, chest, perfect tits, making her moaned and shiver under me. I got hold of her breasts and pulled lightly on both nipples, bringing a loud growl from her.
“James... I want you...”
I smiled, sliding her panties off and nestling between her legs. My lips returned to her body, kissing their way up to her neck, my hand gripped engorged hardness, teasing her entrance with the tip. I just wanted slam into her, but... I had to finish this game, I can't lose... fuck.....
“James... I want you! Untie me....... untie me right now...” She shuddered under me, pulling on the tie. Her feverish words didn't help, making me jerk forward and I had to clench my teeth to stop my shivering with need body. She moaned and raised her pelvis up almost making lose my battle. Not yet... not just yet... Her chest heaved, releasing a moan of frustration, eyes peered into mine, ordering, needing, craving.
If only she knew how hard I was fighting with my own body, ready to obey, ready to drive in, take her, make her mine, but the game was on and I needed to win it.
“Not yet...” I whisper, feeling back in control... for the moment.
“James I'm not joking... you have all the control.... I can't.... I want you!” Her eyes were burning with flames of desire, body shivering with urge.
“I want you to beg, beg me to fuck you.” I traced a few bites down to her breasts.
“You first.” She moaned back, arching her back. “I know you want me as bad as I do.”
I placed a finger on her lips and she immediately got hold of it sucking it in her mouth. I grunt, closing my eyes and feeling her tongue moving up and down my finger. Mind brought fantasy of her lips on my cock. I felt myself jerk, pushing forward and she raised to meet my flesh. Oh...fuck...That was too much to handle, I couldn't wait any longer.
I ram inside of her and felt her take me in, moving her hips and pushing me deeper. My bewitched mind wasn't in control anymore... drowned completely in burning pleasure... I pulled out only to drive harder and deeper in.
She moaned my name and I felt heat rising in me with a strong wave. I bit my lip, trying to control my body and pulled back once again, she arched and I heard wood of the headboard cracking, following her frustrated moan.
“James! Stop teasing me!”
I looked up and saw her hands with tight closed fists, turning white as she pulled harder on the scarf.
I pulled on the scarf ends letting her hands free and kissing bright red marks on her wrists. Fuck... Hetfield you are a son of a bitch.
“I'm so sorry...”
She pulled her hands out of mine and wrapped them around my neck.
“You'll pay for it later...” She pulled me into a kiss, her hands ran over my back, sending waves of heat through my body. Her fingers drew through my hair, gripping it tight, roughly pulling me closer, her lips became more demanding. He other hand reached to my dick, thumb circled on the tip, fingers slid to the base, stroking. My body shuddered under her touch, needing more.
“Fuck me... please fuck me...” I heard myself moaning into her mouth.
She pulled back and her face lit up with a devilish smile of victory. Wait... what did I just...? Oh... fuck...
The next thing I knew I was pushed on my back. Her lips moved on my body, kisses followed bites, making me shiver and moan. She mounted me, grasping my hardness and pressed it to her groin, stroking it slowly, clearly enjoying her time of control. I pulled on her hips, urging her closer and she raised up and guided my flesh in, pushing down. Her body slid all the way to the base and pulled up, riding my cock, her tits bounced with movements, making me moan and grip harder to her hips.
Our movements became faster as we both were drawing closer to our peak, she bent her head back, arching with a moan.
“Uh... James... James... baby... oh fuck...” I felt her clenched around my cock, and pushed up with force, chased by my own tidal wave of ecstasy.
I kept coming, convulsing under her and when my body had finally stopped, I felt drained, powerless... and craving more. She collapsed on top of me, breathing fast and I pressed her close to me.
“Where have you been all my life?” I felt my heart melting in the mesmerizing ocean of her eyes.
“I was here... but you were ignoring me..” She smiled.
“I wasn't ignoring you... I was... I was avoiding you...” I breathed out and her smile vanished off her face. Her eyes let go of mine, body pulled away, sitting up.
“Oh... right... avoiding... but I thought...” Her eyes came back to mine, searching, then moved away. “I was wrong... That's okay James... just... pretend this never happened.... you won... you taught me a lesson... now you can go back to avoiding me... I promise not to bother you ever...” She moved to edge of the bed, and my hazed mind finally got the meaning of her words. I grabbed her arm pulling her back to me and grasped her face with my hands, looking into her eyes and for the first time in my life I let my heart speak.
“I'm in love with you... and I was afraid... that you'd reject me...” I pulled her under me, kissing her face. She bit my lip, pushing me off and mounting me with laughter.
“You? You were afraid?”
“Are you laughing at me?” I tried to get up, but she pushed me down, lowering herself to me and lovingly move her fingers on my face, her eyes peered into mine.
“No... I'm laughing at us... because we're the same... you know... I thought I'm not your type... I saw you with blondes all the time... I was fighting my heart... tried to control it...”
“Not my type?” I gripped her shoulders, pulling her up. “Baby, I drooled over you since Monsters of Rock! I thought you were so out of my league... I never even dared to try...”
“You mean, we could've been doing this all this time?” Her eyes mischievously widened as she rocked her hips on top of me.
“Well.. give me a few minutes and we can catch up on that.” I smiled, pulling her to my lips.
The night went on, changing screams of passion with talks and when the rising sun lit the room in soft glow, we finally fell asleep in each others arms. The last thing I heard was my heart whispering soothing 'I'm complete. That emptiness that was always part of me is gone. She is the part of me, the part I was missing.'
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