Ten Seconds to Paradise City (Mötley Crüe and Guns N' Roses one shots)

Sunday Morning with Sixx - Nikki Sixx

A/N: (fluff with a sprinkle of smut) Nikki x fem reader
Inspired by the lovely mood board made by nikkisqueenofsleaze on tumblr.

Morning sunlight flooded the room. You could feel the radiating warmth kiss your cheek as the light begged you to open your eyes. Gently, you stirred and let out a yawn.

Nikki's arm was wrapped around your waist, and you felt his hot breath on the back of your neck. Mhmm. You knew for a fact you'd never get tired of waking up in that man's arms — the thought was utterly inconceivable, really.

You looked over your shoulder and was met with the sight of a still sleeping Nikki. My sleeping beauty, you thought to yourself. Slowly, you shimmied around to turn onto your other side, positioning you nose to nose with Nikki. He stirred slightly, and you held your breath hoping not to wake him. Nikki resettled himself and held onto you tighter. When you realized you hadn't woke him, you sighed and relaxed again — he looked so peaceful; you just couldn't bare to wake him.

Nikki's jet black hair was messily strewn about, and you couldn't help but smile to yourself. God, he's perfect.

You kissed his nose, then attempted to crawl out of bed without causing too much of a commotion. As much as you loved watching Nikki sleep, you needed your morning fix of coffee. You had woken up late to begin with, and you could feel a headache coming on just thinking about the lack coffee in your system.

You slowly sat up and threw your legs over the edge of the bed. A shiver went through your body as your feet touched the cold floor beneath you. Just as you were about to stand up, you felt Nikki tug on your silk nightie.

"Where do you think you're going?" Nikki muttered. His voice raspy from sleep. You turned around and caught him let out a sleepy yawn.

"I need coffee," you whined. "I'll make you some too."

Nikki pouted up at you and you sweetly brushed his hair out of his face. "It's too early..." The alarm clock that read 10:30 said otherwise. "... come back to bed," he whined and held onto your arm like a stubborn child. You couldn't help but roll your eyes at his display.

Before you could rebut, Nikki had pulled you back into bed and you fell on top of him with a squeal.

"Nikki!" you playfully scolded.

"Let me just hold you for a few more minutes," he begged.

You looked down at him with one eyebrow quirked. He was so damn cute; it was impossible to say no to him. You huffed. "Fine."

Nikki shot you a devilishly smug smirk — no doubt pleased with himself after successfully sabotaging your quest for caffeine.

You laid your head down, and mindlessly traced the tattoos that snaked onto his chest as he tucked some fallen strands of your hair behind your ear.

"Is this what you wanted?" you mumbled, then arched your neck back to look up at him with your own doe-eyed gaze.

He simply nodded with a big fat grin on his face. That smile was one of the first things you fell in love with — his smile was so contagious you couldn't help but smile too whenever you saw it.

You dragged your foot up his leg and wrapped your leg around his waist. "Shit, your feet are cold."

"That's why I'm using you to warm them up," you explained.

"Gotcha," he said with a teasing roll of his eyes.

Nikki grabbed your leg and felt up your bare thigh. A few moments later, you felt him harden under your pelvis. Nikki, Nikki, Nikki.

You had a fiery blush on your cheeks, and your stomach fluttered with butterflies. Nikki and you locked eyes, seemingly reading each other's mind.

"You want me to make you coffee?" he asked with a quirked eyebrow, knowing damn well you both had moved far past the topic of coffee.

You bit your lip. "Yes... but I want something else first."

Coyly, he asked. "And what is that?"

"You."

His devilish smirk made a reappearance, and you had a feeling that this was his plan all along.

...

You eventually got your coffee, but not before you and Nikki finished a round of morning love-making. It was the type of sex that was slow and sweet, fitting for lazy Sunday mornings. You sat in bed clutching a coffee mug in one hand while Nikki lied down with his head cradled in your lap. You ran your other hand through his hair, content to live in that moment forever.