The Sweetest Thing (nikki sixx)

FOUR

"He wants you to marry him." Nikki scoffed, forcing Brandi to jerk her head around. Every bloodshot vein in Nikki's eyes begged her to say no, begged her to leave with him. Something just couldn't keep her away. Maybe it was the drugs, maybe it was the fact that he made her think. They gave each other those deep, truthful conversations that she longed for. Well, as truthful as two people having an affaire can be.

"Brandi, don't look at him. Look at me." Tommy muttered. 

The blonde began to spiral downward. Marriage? Why could he possibly think marriage was a good idea? Was it jealousy? An act to claim what's his?
 "S-sure, Tom."

"You'll marry me?" His eyes lit up like a child on Christmas. "Yes!" Brandi forced her excitement that came so easily to the man. "Sick! This'll wedding of the century, fuckers!" Tommy pointed both index fingers at his friends while they laughed and congratulated him. All but one. One bassist, in particular, could have been depicted as the classic cartoons with steam spewing from his ears. 

"I have to call Jess!" Brandi smiled, leaving three small kisses on Tommy's cheek. "Phone's in the kitchen." Vince directed as he argued with the zipper on his suitcase. The bassist shoved his brunette to the side, taking heavy, quick steps behind her. 

"I'm telling him." Nikki snarled pointing a finger back into the living room. "Don't you fucking dare." Brandi gently set the phone down. "Am I just supposed to watch you marry him? I'm just supposed to sit back and smile, Brandi? Jesus, fuck." He ran both hands through his hair and sighed before leaning against the sink. "Yes. I-I love him, Nik." 

"Mm-mm, no you don't. Don't say that." Brandi couldn't decipher if he was ordering or pleading with her. "I do, Nikki. And Tommy is- he's good for me." 

"I can be good for you!" Nikki's yell came in the form of a whisper. She regretted using the word 'good' but there was no other way put it. 

"You told me yourself, to get it through my skull, Nik. I got it and now you need to." Brandi wiped a tear, leaving him alone in the kitchen.

"What'd she say, babe?"

"She was so happy." Brandi smiled, taking her seat back on her fiancé's lap. She draped her legs on the side of him, resting her head on his shoulder. His fingers looped and tangled her hair in focus while he read over pamphlets and tour dates while his other hand held a cigarette. "Looks like it'll be a long tour, yeah?" Brandi crained her neck up to look at him. "It'll be over before you know, Princess." Tommy blew his smoke out of the side of his mouth to avoid her face before planting a kiss on her forehead. 

Nikki joined the group, furiously taking his seat again. He pulled his new lover onto his lap, guiding her legs into a straddle position. Supple moans came from her mouth as Nikki sucked on her neck and his hands disappeared to god knows where. "Sick, Nikki!" Vince shook his head, walking onto the back porch. It took an event like this for Brandi to remember what type of men she was dealing with. These weren't high school boys. This was Motley fucking Crue. 

"Disgusting." Brandi muttered, taking Tommy's hand and following him to the back as well. 

Outside, Vince had a large inground pool. It was always confusing to Brandi that people who owned pools were never usually in them. If she had one, she'd be in it year round. Brandi kicked off her shoes and rolled her pants up just high enough to dip her legs in the cool blue water while everyone talked around her. 

"Doc said we're leaving Wednesday night after the Whiskey, first show's in Germany the next day."  Mick handed Vince some papers. The boys all strenuously read and signed contracts, organizing papers. Seemingly, picking up Nikki's weight that he couldn't carry. "Germany? This Thursday?" Brandi turned her head to ask, still swishing her feet.