Guns N' Roses One Shots

( s. h.) lower

marie x slash

summary:
marie grows tempted with her roommate.

word count:
948

lower-slash's snakepit

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Marie awoke to the sharp rays of sun bleeding through her thin curtains. The incessant phone ringing echoed off of the walls of her shared apartment, seemingly getting louder with each chime. Irritated did not begin to touch the surface of how Marie felt about being woken up, especially early, and especially by a phone ringing.

Her eyelids drooped with exhaustion while she pulled her body from the comfort of between her sheets. Trudging to the kitchen, fingers wrapping around the neck of the house phone and bringing it to her ear, she waited for a voice.

"Hello, this is Evan with ABQ Marketing. I'd like a moment of your time to-"

Without wasting another moment, she slammed the phone back onto the receiver and began venturing to give her roommate a piece of her mind.

She welcomed herself in, swinging open the door and kneeled down, level with his face. "Curly! You weren't gonna get that?"

With no answer, she began poking at his face, "Excuse me, sir, the phone was ringing. Pick it up next time, would you?"

The pile of frizzy, dark hair groaned without any response.

He was shirtless, as he normally was when he woke up, with the blanket tossed low over his hips. His chest rose up and down slowly with each breath he took, one arm bent behind his head while he slept.

"Fuckin' roommate." she grumbled, flicking his rib one last time before returning to the familiarity of her quarters. As she started toward the door, he shifted and groaned, "Mm, don't flick me. Hurts."

She glanced back to see the blanket now lower on his hips, and Marie's eyes fell toward the sculpt of his torso.

Lower, lower, lower.

She couldn't help but stare, and quite literally struggled to pull her gaze away. His tanned skin looked so soft, and the blanket could only hide so much.

He shifted again, peeking through his hair at her figure, standing in the doorway, "Take a picture."

She quickly blinked back her intruding thoughts about him and jumped to her defense, "Don't flatter yourself. You're lucky I didn't kick your ass for letting that phone ring so long."

"What phone ring?"

She shot him an unamused stare, figuring that he wouldn't hear it even if he wanted to, and finally returned to her room. She sat onto her bed and stared into the sheets, imaging what Slash would look like under hers. Maybe on top.

She had never felt such a magnetism toward him, much less his body. Although they were roommates, she had always seen him as somewhat of a coworker rather than a close friend. People seemed to love to fuck their bosses, though.

She tossed and turned in her bed, unable to fall back asleep after the flustering encounter earlier in the morning. Eventually, around 10, she got up for breakfast, giving up on any chance of sleeping more. To her dismay, or maybe to her pleasure, Slash was already on the couch watching MTV with a bowl of cereal in hand.

He had the courtesy to put on clothes, though nothing more than a pair of loose sweatpants. He scooped from his bowl of cereal and shoved the spoon into his mouth. He nodded to the kitchen after taking notice of her and spoke through his mouth full of food, "Cereal."

She gave a mildly exasperated nod and walked toward the refrigerator. From the counter, she watched the back of Slash's figure while he sat on the couch, stretching his arms or ruffling his hair every few minutes. She tried to shake her mind from the ideas bleeding into her train of thought again.

She returned back to the couch and made a spot for herself on the far edge of the small sofa, crossing her legs under self as she sat. His toned chest rested only a few inches away from her fingertips, though she tried to deny her desire for him. Something had flipped in the way she saw him, and it was making her ache for his touch.

"You seem weird." he said nonchalantly, briefly glancing to her before returning his eyes back to the screen.

"Hm?" she hummed, startling her gaze away from inching toward the hem of his sweatpants.

"Distracted." he clarified, taking a longer second to watch her eyes. She blinked at him a few times and shook her head, "No, just.. tired."

He shot her an incredulous smirk and continued to watch his cartoons. She broke her stare away after a few seconds and tried to stare at the television. Her eyes fell down to the bowl of cereal in her lap, and she found herself fighting the urge to kiss him right then.

"Not distracted?" he asked, placing his bowl on the small table in front of them and focusing his gaze on Marie.

"Maybe I'd be a little more awake if you'd answered the phone earlier so I could get more sleep."

"Still don't know what you're talking about. I'm convinced you just want a reason to talk to me."

She swung her head to unconvincingly deny his accusation. "No. You're wrong."

"Oh yeah? You don't wanna talk to me?"

She focused her eyes back on the bowl in her lap and meekly shook her head, "Nope."

He shrugged and stretched his arms over his head, offering a full, and very tempting, view of his body. She fought to maintain her composure while he relished in her very-obvious sexual frustration. After all, the girl was a virgin with a sex-crazed roommate.