First Love | James Hetfield

My Girl

1984

"One time," James began, twirling her brunette curls between his fingers while she lay with her head in his lap. "All our shit got stolen."

Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open a bit. "Really?!"

He chuckled softly at her reaction. "Yeah," he nodded, gazing down at her. "All of it. It was all in a U-Haul truck and somebody stole the entire fuckin' truck."

"Jesus." she grinned in disbelief, rubbing her tired eyes.

Just like any night after a party, everybody went back to Bea's place, but Annie and James decided to go to the Metallimansion so they could be alone for a while. Annie woke up with a pounding headache and nausea, effects of her hangover.

They hung around the living room, watching movies and eating junk food, occasionally getting random bursts of energy and chasing each other through the house only to flop back onto the carpeted living room floor out of exhaustion.

James went silent as he watched her eyelids blink slowly as she was getting tired. She noticed him staring and a smile slowly grew on her face.

"My girl," he mumbled, leaning down to peck her sideways. He continued kissing her until she started laughing into the kiss, and he had to pull back. His curls still fell over her, casting a sort of curtain around them. He held her face in his hands.

"Why is it whenever I'm trying to have a moment with you, you start laughing?" he frowned, assuming she was mocking him. He barely acted that vulnerable around people. If the guys were to walk in right at that moment, he'd be across the room within a second.

"Nothing, nothing." she shook her head. "It's just...still very new to me... and I can't ever help but laugh." she grinned cheekily.

James laughed softly, but he felt a tug at his heartstrings, hearing her speak so honestly. He stayed silent as she continued speaking out of nervousness.

"Like every time you lean into kiss me I'm like 'what the fuck is this bitch doing?' but then I remember—"

He cut off her rambling. "Well, then maybe I'll just have to help you get used to it." his lips brushed against hers as he spoke. She lifted her head to connect their lips, realizing his back probably hurt from the hunched position he was in.

He felt her smile into the kiss, and then she began laughing again.

"Stop laughing, fucker." he grumbled against her lips. He couldn't get enough of her, but she was still on a sugar high from the candy they found in Kirk's room to realize he wanted her, he wasn't just playing around.

She only laughed harder at his words, until he sighed out of irritation, moving back swiftly and crossing his arms.

Her laughing silenced, and she scoffed quietly.

When he wouldn't look at her, she lifted her head off his lap and moved to straddle his hips. He felt his pants tighten as she ground on top of him, but he still refused to look into her eyes.

"Stop pouting." she flicked his chin, then brought it up with her finger so he'd face her.

"That's my line." he grumbled through gritted teeth, wrapping his arm around her waist and practically body slamming her against the rug, so he was on top of her.

"Y'know, you're really getting on my last nerve, girl." he scolded playfully, keeping his tone stern and pointing a finger in her face.

She raised her eyebrows at his dominant tone, her smile slowly fading away. Soon, only their heavy breathing filled the room besides the quiet TV.