Faded Memories (Guns N Roses - Izzy / Axl / OC)

Twenty something girl

November 23. 2012
Las Vegas – Axl


Get your thoughts straight, fucker. You're supposed to be the grown up here. You should get that girl some soda, pet her head and wait for her mom to show up.
God, Izzy really hit the jackpot this time. If that Melissa girl was just taking a bit after her mom, that Ana-chick must be fucking hot. No wonder Izzy had been so crazy about her years ago.

Now I was sitting here with that twenty-something girl in my private booth, trying to hide my boner. Yeah, great. New low, Bill.
I felt like a dirty old motherfucker. God, I hated being old. Just some years ago I'd just go on and fucked her. Today? I actually had second thoughts. This wasn't right. She was way too young. But when she'd took my hand and looked at me with her piercing blue eyes, I couldn't breathe anymore. Wait. Did she just say I'm still hot? Good lord, girl. Seriously?
I watched her as she bit her pink lower lip to prevent saying too much bullshit, I guessed. But I wouldn't care. She could say anything to me as long as those beautiful pink lips would be pressed on any part of my body. Hell, this wasn't going to end well.

'Axl? You okay?' She tapped my leg. Seriously, if she was going to continue this, I was going to explode.
'Yeah.' I cleared my throat. 'I was just thinking about getting something to drink. Something really strong.'
'That's fine with me.' She said and I called for the waitress.
'So, Melissa. Tell me something. Anything.' I tried to loosen up the conversation. Was it fucking hot in here? I took off my jacket.
'Geez. Really? Let me think.' She bit on that lip again and I fought the urge to touch it with my thumb. 'When I was 16 I got myself a tattoo. Mom was furious. She nearly skinned me alive.' I chuckled. The thought of it was surreal. I had gotten tattoos since I was 14 or so and never had to ask anyone for this. She was just so fucking innocent. Damn.
'So what did you get?' I asked her and wondered if that was a smart question and if I really wanted to know the answer of the following "where?".
And just like I was thinking, she stood up and unbuckled her belt right in front of my face. Could someone kill me, now? Please?
'I got a cat with a top hat. And below it's written "Slash". Here...' And then she unzipped her pants and shove them down a little to expose a little tattoo on her hip.
I think I groaned. Fuck Slash, but I wanted to lick this sweet little spot right away. What on earth did I do to deserve torment like this? Thanks karma, I get it.
As she zipped up her pants I swallowed the knot in my throat.
'So, Slash, huh? God, why is everybody always so fucking crazy about him?' Shit. That didn't sound jealous, right?
She raised an eyebrow. 'Right. You two don't really get along anymore, huh? For me he's like a total role model. There's just no better guitar player than him.'
I rolled my eyes. 'You're probably right. He's the best player we got. But he's not so easy as a person.' She chuckled.
'So? And you are? I've heard other stories, Mister.' She was feisty. I loved that.
'Depends on what you've heard.'
'I've read you're quite charming – I can confirm that!' Holy shit, was she flirting with me? That would explain why she nearly dropped her pants in front of my face. I felt my cock twitch and shifted in my seat.
'I've also read that you're unpredictable, moody and aggressive.' She was testing me. That girl wasn't all innocent at all. She was exactly aware of what she said or did.
Her expression became slightly amused and she grinned at me, very pleased with herself. There it was again. I knew I've seen that expression before. She looked so damn familiar. I wondered if I maybe had fucked her mom by accident sometime. Oh fuck me. Izzy would go all medieval on my ass for that.

Leaving that question unanswered, I stood up and held out my hand.
'You wanna dance?' She gave me a bright smile and I nearly crumbled to her feet.
This was it. I was going to end up in hell. There was no way god would forgive these dirty thoughts I had at that moment.
She took my hand and I pulled her slowly towards me, swaying to the music. Her hands traveled up my chest and reached behind my neck. I felt her fingers in my hair and her breath on my ear when she came closer. Jesus Christ.
She chuckled. 'So, you're gonna take me to your place, or what?'