80s Band Imagines

💚Saul/Slash- Curls

Fluff

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Being the little sister of Steven Adler had its perks. I mean, he took me on tour with him, let me drink (even though I was underage), even let me party with him and the guys.

These perks had a few bad sides to them.

Constantly being hungover.

Partying got boring.

Plus, being around a certain curly-haired guitarist wasn't the easiest thing in the world.

Me and Slash were really close. I mean best friend close. I mean, my brother thought we were dating at one point.

But Slash was quick to shut the idea down. Making me lose hope, so I thought I should lose feelings for the fluff head.

That didn't work.

If anything, my feelings grew back stronger.

Anyways, we were all on the bus heading to the next show in Colorado. It would be at least a three-day drive so the guys were catching up on sleep. Touring taking it toll on all of them.

I was in the main part of the bus, reading a book on one of the couches.
I was startled by a head on my lap, looking down to find Slash laying down.

"Hey."

"Mhm."

"You mind telling me why you decided to use my thighs as a pillow?" I asked with a chuckle.

"The bus pillows are all hard and uncomfortable. And Duff is fuckin' snoring like a goddamn pig."

"Awe, you poor baby," I said with sarcasm.

"I am the baby." He said matter-of-factly.

"You're six months younger than my brother."
I pointed out, dropping my book realizing I was probably not going to get any more reading done today.

"I'm still the fuckin' baby. So shut up."

"I can still kick you off my thighs."

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry."

I giggled at his antics and went back to reading my book. One hand holding the pages apart, the other threatening through Slash's curls.

"June?" He asked after a few minutes of silence.

"Slash."

"Will you lay down with me?" His bottom lip out in an accidental pout.

"Sure, let me finish this chapter first."

"No," he whined, "please right now."

"Fine, you overgrown child," I added with a smile.

Slash stood up, I laid down, my head on one of my throw pillows I brought from home, Slash pretty much on top of me. His head between my boobs, his legs tangled with mine.

I ran my fingers through his curls, it was relaxing.

"Your hair is so soft and pretty."

"Yeah, but it's a bitch to take care of."

"It's so poofy and curly."

"Yeah, gets in my face a lot."

"I know. It gets annoying. It hides all the handsome face underneath." I smiled.

"You think I'm handsome?"

"Your fuckin hot, Slash."

"Really?" He murmured into my chest.

"Mhm. I wouldn't lie about that."

"Your fuckin pretty too." He mumbled, barely audible.

"Mhm. Go to sleep."

"Do I get a kiss first?"

"If you really want one." I joked.

"Mhm."

Slash moved up, his face hovering over mine. My breath hitched as one of his hands cupped my face.

"Slash-"

"Don't think about it. Just go with it."

So, I did. I went with it.

His lips connected with mine, and I swear I was on cloud fuckin' nine.

His lips were full and soft against mine. I kissed back with just as much passion, and before I knew it, he was hovering over me.

We finally pulled away and he rested his forehead on mine. His hot breath still hitting my face.

"June." He whispered.

"Slash."

"Can we do that all the time?"

"What? The goodnight kiss or make out?" I joked.

"Both. God June, you don't understand how long I've wanted that."

"I get it, Slash. Believe me, but Steven-"

"He doesn't get a say, June. He'll understand. Remember when he asked us if we were together? He said it was fine if we were. C'mon June."

"Slash-"

"You can't kiss me like that and then just leave me hanging. Don't you get that I love you?"

I hesitated for a few seconds, clearly sending the wrong message.

"You don't feel the same. I get it." Slash went to move off me, but I grabbed the back of his neck and brought his lips to mine again. I felt him smile into the kiss, me doing the same.

This time pulling away after a few seconds.

"I love you too Slash."

"So, you'll be my girl"

"Of course, Curls."