Hold On To Love || Kirk Hammett

Part 32- Did 'Ya Ever Wonder

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Oo. Smut alert. Smut alert. Smut. Smut. Smut. It's been like, 11 chapters since I wrote a good juicy chapter like this. No I didn't get the idea from 365 days smh.

"Yay. Our house isn't half burned down." Ron fake coughed, "Duncan."

After what seemed like forever, we were home sweet home. Back in the comfort of our beloved four walls- and thankfully- away from anything potentially deadly. No more fireworks; or laced marijuana, and definitely no more whatever the hell was going on between Duncan and Neil- the memory was etched into my skull forever. Ugh, the mere thought sent shivers up my spine.

"Haha, very funny. I wonder who put the rocket in the bottle." Duncan snapped, throwing his bags on the floor.

"He who lit it burned down-"

"Can it, you two. You're giving me a headache." I snapped at them. The entire ride, it was just the two of them bitch fighting over the pettiest things. 'I work out more,' 'you drink like a fucking fish,' fuck fuck blah blah blah.'

I slumped my bags over my shoulder and hauled them up the stairs kicking my door open. I lazily set them down in the corner of my room, sighing as I plopped onto my bed. I never realized how much I missed my bedroom in my life.

I buried my face into my pillow and kicked off my shoes, my muscles finally getting a chance to unwind after months of hard work. Performing aside- I got myself a nice set of abs- which were probably going to fade away once I get my hands on some pasta. 

I sighed and glanced over the phone. It was killing me that I wouldn't be able to see Kirk. I wanted to murder everyone, I just wanted a day to see him, yet they wouldn't give him a break. 'Que sera, sera' I guess.

Just as I was about to enter the land of dreams, I felt a sharp poke my sides, 'Hey baby."

I jolted upright, my fists clenched, ready to fight, "What the fuck?" My eyes turned to plates, "Kirk? I am going to kill you."

I smiled. Big. Lightbulb bright.

I jumped off the bed and wrapped my arms around him, tears threatening to spill from my eyes. He cupped my face in his hands, thumbs two parentheses around my mouth, and kissed me. He kissed me until time topples over, and my head spins into oblivion.

It's a heavy, unbelievable kiss.

It's a kiss that inspires stars to climb into the sky and light up the world. The kind that takes forever and no time at all.

His hands held my cheeks, and he pulled away to look into my eyes, his chest heaving. "I think," he says, 'my heart is going to explode.'

I wish, more than ever, that I knew how to capture moments like these and revisit them forever.

Because this,

This is everything.

"Why the tears, love?" He moved his thumb across my cheek, wiping them away.

"I missed you so fucking much." I buried my face into his neck, taking in his scent, touch, and heartbeat.

"I missed you too." He lay down next to me, stroking my hair as I let my hands re-explore his body. His jawline, his chest, his arms.

"Aren't you supposed to be on tour?" I looked at him, blinking several times, expecting this to be a dream.

"You missed me."