Brütal • Mötley Crüe •

Eleven • Sliced Open

Warnings: Language, Light Smut, Drug Use, Mentions of Past Abuse & Violence

Halston had almost been lulled into a deep sleep in the wake of her opiate-high with Nikki's fingertips softly tracing circles onto her collarbone.

With her eyes closed, she felt as if she was at sea being rocked to her slumber by the waves.

And the sound of the rain and retreating thunder threaded through the sound of Nikki's rhythmic breaths to make the perfect lullaby to float her off into oblivion.

There was no better way to explain her headspace than to just say she was completely at peace.

She wanted to live in that moment; hunker down and make a home out of the comfortable space just before falling all the way under with the warmth of another body atop of hers.

She'd never slept with anyone before, besides her sisters, and she didn't have any choice in that when there was only one bed for the four of them. It was either the floor or a crowded mattress, nothing else.

She didn't know it would be so calming, so safe, to be wrapped in a strong embrace while she drifted into her most vulnerable state.

They'd only been laying there, recovering from the rough and energy-draining sex they'd just sweated through, for about ten minutes but she felt like it had been hours with how slow her mind was moving.

But Nikki's mind was moving at warp-speed.

While the cocaine was still pounding through his brain cells, it was the smell of mint and whiskey underneath him that was getting him high.

Her legs were folded around his hips, his head resting against her chest as he listened to the consistent thump of her heartbeat.

The slow beat became his second favorite sound because it reminded him that she was real and confirmed that she was right there with him.

He could tell she was starting to fall asleep by the heaviness of her breaths quickly becoming fewer and further between.

Her fingers still tugged through his matted hair slowly, the scratch of her nails against his scalp sending goosebumps to flood his legs as her other arm draped across his back.

He'd never really been held before.

Not by his mother who seemed to recoil at his touch. Not by his grandfather who was a good ol' boy that thought a hug was considered spoiling. Not even by his grandmother who loved him dearly but had the hardest time showing it.

He'd been dying for someone to hold him for so long that he didn't even know what he was wishing for because he'd simply never experienced it.

But he knew that even if he had, it would've paled in comparison to being held by her and he was suddenly glad that she was the first to do it.

After a few quick minutes her hand fell motionless against his hair, her breaths zipping through her nose loudly as she finally sunk into the darkness and he took a moment to look at the normally sharp lines of her face flatten into serenity.

He didn't understand how one person could hold the majority of the world's beauty.

And while he wanted to stay like that forever, he knew that it wouldn't be long until his friends came home and he needed to get her naked body out of sight before they came in and started drooling.