The Girl Gunner?

Chapter Eight

Four weeks later...

Steven was currently laying his head in my lap as we all sat on the couch in front of the small television. Axl was sitting on the floor hugging his legs to his chest with a bottle of beer in his hand, Slash took the place between my legs on the floor, curls tickling my bare leg and Duff was half asleep, head on my shoulder.

You see, these boys had really brought me out of my shell. Like a lot.

I'd been doing things that I would usually never dream of doing. For example, I tried heroin. Yeah yeah, not the best life choice, but you're only young once right? Anyway, Steven had grown a little closer to me. A little? I mean a lot. He kept me awake at night, (quite literally) but there was the odd chance where I would let my hand roam for awhile. If he ever caught me gasping his name I think I'd shoot myself. He doesn't like me anyway. He's more like a big brother to me. Who am I kidding? I want him to pin me down and have his fucking way with me.

"You smell so good, Nellie," Steven mumbled against my leg. I was wondering how he could possibly breathe face down like he was.

"Shut up Steven," Slash growled, his usually high pitched, boyish voice was a little deeper than usual.

Oh here we go.

The thing is... I think, rather I know, that Slash has a thing for me. He openly has told me. Just straight up, 'Nellie, I really like you,' he was all blush-y and cute I nearly couldn't take it.

Yeah, I think I like them both. Is that even possible?

"No, why should I?" Steven mumbled, sticking his middle finger out in the air in no particular direction. I assume it was meant for Slash. "You need a whiff, she's wet as fuck, man. I can smell it."

I blushed a deep shade of red, instantly looking away from them both. Yes, I was wet, only cause...

"Fuck, gimme a smell," Slash muttered, turning around to face me.

They were acting as though I wasn't there, and to be honest, I kinda liked it. So I decided to keep quiet and play along.

Slash gently pushed my knees apart, the excitement showing on his face. He looked like a kid in a candy store. The guitarist licked his plump lips before pulling my hips closer to his face his nose brushing against my clothed core.

I bit my lip, inhaling quickly as I tried to keep my attention trained on the TV. If they were gonna act like I wasn't existing, then I was gonna do the same to them.

Slash bit his lip as he moved away from my neither regions, his eyes closed as if he was concentrating on something. "Fuck."

I looked down at him. His chest was moving with his quick breaths and his pants looked uncomfortably tight. He was so fucking hot...

Oh no.

A/N: Hey guys, sorry for no updates. I've been busy with school and shit. :( but I'm back now :)