Knockin' on Heaven's Door (Axl Rose)

18: Tripping Out

A/n: I would like to personally thank JackSpawn for inspiring a line in this chapter. 

Axl raced off of the stage, pulling me into a sweaty hug. He peppered my face with kisses, and I giggled. "It was nice having my own personal cheerleader," he said my my ear, voice low and almost impossible to hear.

My face grew hot as I thought about just how much I may have been getting into the songs. I sang them back lyric for lyric, but I may have also been dancing, and jumping, and twirling, and maybe looking at Axl the entire time. And I was just feeling the solos, my fingers flying across the fretboard of an invisible guitar in my hands while my face contorted with pleasure at all of the pretty noises the music was producing. He started pulling my arm. "C'mon. It's time for the afterparty."

"I don't feel like getting drunk again," I whined. This would be seven for seven consecutive days of getting drunk if I agreed. "Can't we do something else?"

"I could take you into my dressing room." He smirked. "But you wouldn't like to be treated like a whore." He pulled my arm again. "We could drop acid and watch the ceiling change colors."

"I thought you were mad at me for doing drugs like that before," I recalled. The incident with Izzy pretty much scared me straight. 

"Because I wasn't there. If it's just us, I can watch you. Besides, I won't let you shoot up with anything." He gave me a pleading look. "I like doing bad things with you. You're fun."

"Are you coming or not?" Izzy asked, looking at the pair of us. Axl suddenly pulled me against his hip, his grip deathly tight.

"She says no. I think we'll just catch up with you guys tomorrow."

I laid against the floor of Axl's bedroom. He held his finger out, a tiny square of paper stuck to the tip. "Do you want me to do it for you?" He asked me. I opened my mouth, sticking my tongue out. He smirked and put the paper onto my tongue. He repeated the process on himself, and then laid back next to me. We both stared up at the ceiling.

"Do you think that I'm gonna have to go back to Heaven?" I asked him.

"You're a fallen angel. You don't get to go back without knocking on Heaven's door."

"Would you come with me?

"I'm not godly material."

"You're better than most of the angels and souls there. You're interesting." I sat up on my elbow to look at him, and he followed suit. "I mean, I never know what you might do or say. In Heaven, you know that everyone's always gonna do the same thing. It's the same old song and dance every day. It was bliss when I was there, but now that I'm out, I don't really miss it. I like being with you."

He crawled forward and kissed me, running his tongue along my lower lip. I leaned forward too, pushing my lips against his while our tongues tied together. The acid was starting to kick in, and the swirling of our tongues was in time with the swirling of the floor underneath of me. We were melting into each other, in sync with the drugs and in sync with one another. Our thoughts were the same: I want that. 

I opened my eyes as Axl pulled away. Little clouds surrounded his head, hearts raining from them. My trip was immediately better than the last one. I could feel his breath tickling my face despite the fact that he was about a foot away. "You've got the moon in your eyes, Angel-face," Axl said, reaching forward as though he could grab it. 

"Does that bother you?" I asked, hoping to see the moon in his eyes too.

"It looks so much prettier on you. The sky should be jealous." He crawled forward again, kissing me slowly and passionately. My hands were in his silky hair again. I think that was really my favorite thing about him. His hair was so pretty, always perfect. He broke the kiss, leaving wet kisses down my jaw. "We shouldn't do this while we're tripping out," He sighed. 

"That's what makes it so good." 

"God, Angel-face, you've got a whole-ass nebula in your eyes," He said, kissing my lips again. He sat up, pulling me along with him. I was in his lap, legs wrapped around his waist while he nibbled on my lip. He was leaving this flavor in my mouth. I don't know how to describe it to you, but we'll call it ecstasy. 

"I love my starry eyes," I giggled when he broke away. 

"You're too cute for your own good, you know that? You're too good for me." Wrapped his arms around me and I buried my face in the crook of his neck. His shirt felt a little itchy against my skin. 

"Take your shirt off. I don't like the way it feels." I complained, pulling on the fabric from the edge. Axl did as I asked, pulling his shirt over his head. The warmth of his smooth skin, every inch formed carefully, perfectly, it was overwhelming. I took a deep inhale. 

"You looked pretty when I made you orgasm," Axl told me. I sat up, looking at him. He had a smile playing on his lips. "The second most beautiful I've ever seen you."

"What was the first?"

"When you fell into my arms, from-" He stopped. "From the sky. Wow, I must really be tripping. No one can fall from the sky."

"Why don't you believe me? I'm really an angel, Ax." I pushed on his arm, then pulled him closer to me. "Kiss me. Kiss me more. I like it when you make out with me."

"Angel-face," Axl stopped again. "Fuck it, angel or not, you're still the best chick I've ever met." He leaned forward, forgetting his doubt and letting the acid take control of his mind.