14 Years [GNR/Mötley Crüe]

63. One Long Night-I

Word Count: 10300... Sorry🥲

Nadia:

"So!" I exclaimed before taking in my reflection from the mirror. I was wearing a two-piece black floor-length dress. It was very pretty with sequins over the lace sleeves and hem. My hair, down in small waves. Usually, I don't do curls but this time I did.

I looked at Axl who was sitting on the chair in front of the mirror right by my side. With the way his eyes remained glued on the mirror I was sure he was busy admiring himself. Luckily, his beard had grown out again and he looked good. Despite all the makeup they had to put on his face to make the lighting adjust for the camera. He looked good.

"I am sorry about today morning." He apologized for the 100th time. A few years back he wouldn't actually say the word but I guess he is improving when it comes to putting his ego aside.

"It's all forgiven," I said with a shrug before I looked into the mirror.

"Do I look fine?" I asked as my eyes watched him in the mirror. His mouth twitched and he scratched at his chin, doing an exaggeration of appearing to be thinking.

"Not bad." He shrugged and my eyes went wide at that lame backhanded compliment. It wasn't only the words that annoyed me, it was even the disinterest in his voice that actually started to make me wonder if I looked like shit.

"Are you serious or are you just trying to be an asshole? Rate me." I scoffed. I gave him one more chance to come clean, also with rating, I would get a better understanding of my looks.

He sighed, "I would give a 9.5. I said not bad cos' you can reach a ten but you didn't do what you need to do to reach there."

I tried to hold back from smiling at him. I liked that compliment. I was happy to the point that I had to look away from his reflection in the mirror and avoid his eyes.

"Well, I never said I was Cleopatra." I shrugged, turning away from the mirror that I was now actually facing him. "I am happy that you think I am a 9.5 and I don't even want to try to be a 10. I'm pretty humble."

He clicked his tongue before getting from his seat, "I promise. I will make you a ten if you give me like five seconds."

I sat back down on the vanity table as he took a step closer. He was starting to hover over me.

"Really?" I asked

"Yes." He nodded, "But close your eyes first."

My immediate response was to shake my head sideways as he looked through the drawers and through the makeup box for something in relentlessness.

"Close. Your. Eyes." He demanded this time. I had a weird feeling down in the pit of my stomach as he lowered his voice and said out each word separately in an assertive tone which insisted that I do whatever it was that he asked me to.

I closed my eyes.

"Good." He said and there was that feeling again which made my breath turn shallow. It could just be the heightened nerves of being here tonight. I was nervous without a doubt. With my eyes shut tight, I sat there, feeling my lips turn dry and goosebumps filling my skin (From the AC) listening to the rustling of the drawers before it abruptly stopped. It only gave me a tremendous urge to open my eyes except I fought those feelings back as he reminded me once again.

Reminded me that I cannot open my eyes.

"Don't open." He said once again as I obeyed his words, calming down only to feel the same anxiety cripple me as I felt his rough fingertips reach for my chin.

Holding my head in place by my jaw, an almost ticklish feeling landed on my lips as they slowly parted. For a second it felt like a thumb before I quickly registered it to be a lipstick. Oh. I let out a sigh of relief for reasons I couldn't even understand.