Through The Eyes Of

Celebration

Axl
There is one hell of a celebration party going on in the new house that we moved into that as yet has no furniture in it other than some lawn chairs, Slash's recliner, and the crappy couches that Duff and Slash used to have in their apartment. The only other things are all of our personal shit and the blankets and linens and odd pots, pans, and dishes from our respective apartments that we had moved into the storage unit when we all moved in there together. But Izzy and I are having our own private party in the bathroom. He gently moves my hair as he looks at our reflection in the mirror. "I love you so much," he whispers kissing me again in the softest place of my jugular. His eyes look up and meet mine, and the first ime in years I actually see Izzy, my Izzy. The ambivilant stare of indifference I had come to know was no longer visible. I couldn't see the years of smack taking their ever present toll. No sedated eyes distracted and hollow. I saw Izzy. An Izzy from a long long time ago that always looked at me with such awe and wonder. I thought that part of Izzy had died, murdered by years of heroin addiction. But in that brief fleeting moment I saw the cool Izzy who had stolen my heart.

I tilt my head and draw in a sigh as his lips continue to trace my neck so softly "Youre so beautiful," he coo's in my ear. "I could never love anyone but you. I knew that first day I ever saw you being chased by teachers down the hall."

He wraps his arms around my shoulder and smiles at us in the mirror. "We have always belonged together darlin. It was written in the stars for us to be together. I know we've been through hell and back again, but we never let go. I know these last few years have been hell. And I'm sorry I haven't made it any easier with the smack. But we finally did it. This is our dream Axe. I'm so sorry for all the pain I've caused you."

"It wasn't all you Izz. I turned into a monster."

"Those days are in the past now. We have a second chance to get it right this time. A real chance to rebuild the damage and start over."

"What if it's too late?" I ask looking at his reflection.

"As long as we are still here trying its never too late darlin." He tilts his chin up to me for a kiss, "I'll never stop trying Fireball. You are in my soul. A disease in my blood, the reason my heart beats, and the only reason I have to get up everyday. We belong to one another. Always."

He hadn't said words that truly came from his heart in years. I thought smack had robbed him of these parts I loved and missed so much. My heart swelled at this rare glimpse of the one I loved but had almost forgotten. Maybe he was still in there somewhere after all.

"I'm gonna make it up to you Axe. We're gonna find our way back to one another. It's gonna be even better than it was in the beginning," he whispers as his hand snakes down my chest.

"So much has happened," I mumble.

"And yet, here we are Darlin. We made it through the worst. But it's smooth sailing from here on out. We're gonna be ok babe. Our souls belong together always. You'll never get rid of me Axe." He rests his hands on the counter top and peers deeply into my eyes. I had forgotten what a lovely shade of hazel they were. "I want to start making it up to you right now," he says with the eyes of a teenage boy who used to drive me wild. He still did.

"There's a party in full swing out there, don't you think someone might want to take a piss?" I smirk.

He leans in and licks my ear, "Two bathrooms, remember?"

He hoists me onto the counter top and slides his hips between my thighs. His lips take mine and all I can think about was when we were kids in Indiana. Our first time was similar to this. I was so nervous and Izzy was so patient. He took his time and explained everything to me.