80s Band Imagines

💚Saul/Slash #8- A Lot

Fluff

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The only way I could get Slash to shower is if I played with his hair when he got out. I know, a grown man acting like a child. I don't mind, I like playing with his hair, you know when he's not drunk out of his mind.

Anyways, we came into the living room with grey sweats on and a t-shirt. He laid down on the couch, his head resting on my thighs, his feet hanging off of the armrest. 
I smiled to myself and gently ran my fingers through his damp curls.

"Why are we watching this shit?"
He asks, eyes still focused on the screen.

"Because it's Grease. Everyone loves Grease. Plus, I get to look at John Travolta."

"Mhm."
He says, moving to get comfortable on the couch.

"So, what the hell happened last night anyway?"

"All I remember is after the show, Crue, Whitesnake, I think even Skid Row crashed the bar. Me and Ax bought shots and booze for everyone. Damn, they can drink."
He grimaced at the thought of the events.

"Christ. What time did you get home?"
I asked, beginning to twirl a few of his curls.

"I don't even remember leaving the bar."

"Damn. Neither do I come to think of it."

"Vince gave you a ride home. You were wasted, man. You were asleep at one of the tables."
He chuckled.

"Well, good to know someone was watching out for me."

"I kind of had to. Steven walked home, Izzy got a cab, Duff and Ax came home with chicks who had cars, and I was the last one. Besides, if I wasn't so wasted, we probably would've come home together."

"Well, thanks for watching out for me Saul."

"Saul? You've never called me that before."

"Just slipped I guess."
I blushed.

"Hey, don't get embarrassed."

He moved to sit next to me, his right arm wrapped around my shoulders, his left hand cupping the side of my face.
My breath hitched as his face got closer to mine.

"You trust me?"

"Mhm."
I nodded, opening my mouth to speak again, but his lips stopped me from saying anything else.
His full lips were soft against mine and I grabbed his face to deepen the kiss. His tongue lapped mine as I tried to fight his, obviously losing when it came to dominance.

When we pulled away to breathe, we both smiled, and I looked down blushing.

"June."
He spoke timidly.

"Saul."
I smiled, looking up to meet his gaze.

"I think- I think-"
His words kept getting stuck in his throat and he looked down nervously and began to twirl his thumbs around.

"You think what Saul?"
I asked quietly as I grabbed his hands in mine making him look at me.

"I think I love you. A lot."
He said nervously, shaking his head so his curls would hide his face.

"Saul, move your hair."
I instructed moving some curls from his face with my hands.
"Don't hide. I love you too."

"Really?"
He asked as his eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas' do.

"Yea, really. A lot too."I joked.

Okay, so super short. Most of this was supposed to be part of my previous imagine but I didn't think it followed the storyline too well.