14 Years [GNR/Mötley Crüe]

38. I Want to Hold Your Hand

Nadia:

"Don't ask me about life on hell house. It was DISGUSTING. And if I go into details I don't think I will ever be able to look you in the eye." He said as I brushed my hands along his copper hair.

Laughing at his comment I went on to ask my next doubt, "So Adriana's father works in the porn industry and Michelle is the Rocket Queen?" I asked, I wasn't sure if it's correct.

"No, it's the other way." Oh?

"Fuck! These two didn't let me sleep for weeks with the continuous moans and groans at midnight." Slash sighed rolling his eyes, his hand still in a cast.

"She is that loud?" I asked turning towards Axl as he gave a slight awkward nod.

"That's exactly the opposite of me." I laughed

"No. More like you yesterday." He winked making me roll my eyes.

"That wasn't me. That was the groupie version of me. That wasn't the real me." I defended with a grin.

"Oh really? So you are saying it was an act?" He quirked an eyebrow like he could see right through my shit.

"Yeah." I nodded as he narrowed his eyes at me

"Well, I would have made enough noise if you did enough," I smirked at him

"Oh? Fine, I can take that challenge. Tonight tour bus. I will do enough." He said, "But later don't say that was a groupie version or any of that crap."

"No fuck the tour bus. The show ends at ten. Board the motley jet at 11. We land in Indianapolis at 1. Reach hotel at 1:30. Straight to room. Maximum an hour." I started making calculations as he gave me a weird look.

"You are probably the only one who pre-plans sex this much. It should be out of instinct also I can't take the jet, Izzy will be alone and I don't wanna kiss Nikki's ass." He huffed. Fucking 2-year-old.

"According to instinct, we should be fucking right now. But we can't do that cos' the show starts in five minutes. We are going on the jet, don't be a twat. Also, we will get Izzy to board the motley jet. Just get me a bottle of red wine." I said as he gave me an amused look and nodded.

"And stop grabbing your crotch," I said as I started to get up.

"Excuse me? My crotch my hand. I will grab it whenever I want to even right now." He said as his hand lowered down his bare chest towards his black leather pants but before he could reach there I slapped it away.

"Stop." It was fucking distracting when on stage.......offstage too.

"Is someone getting turned on?" He held a smug grin on his face.

Flipping him off and I went and stood in front of the mirror. I was wearing a black see-through shirt and jeans and a leather jacket. I looked fine, I guess. Whatever who cares.

After the show was over and one bottle of red wine was finished and Izzy Stradlin was finally under our control and wasn't going to cockblock us.

"Why.... why are you taking me through the runway?" He slurred as we held him.

"We are taking the jet," I answered

"No, I don't travel with pussy's. I want bus. Buuuuussss" He started to slur

"Shut the fuck up," Axl said as he continued to ramble on. But it wasn't for long once we put him on the seat he fell asleep almost like he was waiting to hit the chair.

We sat together obviously for which we got weird glares from everyone in motley except Vince. Dad held a weird face of 'are you fucking kidding me. Again?!??'. Tommy held a weird look of disappointment and Nikki, I don't know what his eyes conveyed, they weren't devoid of any expressions but I just couldn't read them, something like a glint of hurt. Did it really matter to him? I don't know if he meant his words about his feelings towards me. Why am I even thinking about this? Fuck it.