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

Irony

Melissa

There was still something going on between mom and Izzy, I guessed. The way he jumped and chased after her spoke volumes. Seriously.
I couldn't help but laugh. It would been very nice to see mom happy again. Finally. I knew she'd always been in love with him and anybody else. God, mom. Falling in love with a rock star? Not very smart. Why didn't she just fuck him and went on? I had no clue how one day in their life became such a huge thing.
Speaking of huge things, my thoughts went to Axl Rose and the lack of time I had to fuck him. Something I wouldn't rack and ruin. I needed to get out of here.

Sneaking out of the dressing room, making my way back to the direction we came from in the first place, I tried to hold a chuckle when I saw Izzy and mom making out in a corner. God, they were like fucking teenagers. But I totally knew it. I knew there was more going on between those two.
So I was going to get them some time alone and me getting laid. Oh I so loved the rock 'n' roll way of life.

When I reached Axl's dressing room, I looked around if anyone noticed me. Nope, all clear.
Without caring to knock, I slipped silently into the room.
Axl was sitting at a table, a lot of paperwork spread out in front of him. His mobile phone on his right ear, talking to someone. Was he wearing glasses? God, he looked so incredibly sexy.
Taking his glasses off, he ran his left hand over his face and through his hair. Seriously. I must've had some really big daddy issues. This guy was making me wet just looking at him.
'No, Alan. Like I already said in April: There's not going to be a reunion... Aha... Well, if he thinks so. I know that he hates my guts, too.... No... I don't know where that's coming from anyway... I don't think so... yeah... fuck you, too. Asshole.' He slammed the phone shut and threw it on the table.
I didn't move or daring to take a breath. So that's the Axl Rose everyone was talking about? The aggressive one? Someone who just exploded? Now, time to see what's behind this.

'Anyone told ya not to get in here?' He mumbled while rubbing his eyes. He looked tired.
I shrugged. 'I'm not good with boundaries.'
He chuckled and looked at me. 'Just like Izzy. There's a "Do not enter" sign anywhere, he's the one entering. Just because.'
I leaned back at the door and gave him a grin. 'So, you're gonna throw me out or fuck me?'
He laughed, shaking his head. 'Girl, you've got some serious issues.'
'You gonna fucking analyze me or what?' I laughed at him. God, I was horny. And him playing all hard to get was making things worse. 'You've got places to be in an hour. I'm planning on getting off several times before that.'
He leaned back in his chair and ran his hands over his face, letting out a sigh. I noticed the bulge in his pants. 'Jesus Christ. What am I gonna do with you, girl? You're killing me.'
I gave him a grin. 'I know one or two ways you can do me Mr. Rose.' I reached under my short denim skirt and pulled my panties down, kicking them in Axl's direction. He rolled his eyes.
I pushed myself off the door and pulled my shirt over my head, making my way over to him. Slowly.

'Fuck! Melissa! I've a show to play in about an hour. I need to warm up and get my thoughts straight. You're not helping here.' He groaned when I opened his belt and freed his cock.
I shove my skirt up a little bit and straddled him, gently pushing my wet folds against his dick. He was panting when his green eyes met mine.
'God, girl. You are evil. I swear that's all bad karma coming down on me.' Without a warning he grabbed my hair and pulled me down on him, shushing my moan with his lips as his cock run into me.

***

Axl

Holy fuck. I didn't mean to fuck her again. Seriously.
This whole situation was just too crazy. This morning I'd been weak. I just couldn't resist her, standing at my bed all naked and hot. That girl was my fucking death.
Yeah. I seemed to have a fucking death wish because if Izzy ever gets wind of this he would fucking strangle me in my sleep. Not that I was actually worried about that, but Izzy could be some real mad motherfucker. That side of him he hid well.

I remembered that one time in high school. We were always hanging out at a place near the football field. Not that any of us was a jock or we were really interested into sports. But that place was quiet and there wasn't anybody around much. So we sat there, spending most of our days smoking pot and dreaming about hitting big with our fucked up garage band. God, we were so fucking bad. Izzy's still playing drums then and I never getting any tone right.
But we were sure we'd rule the world someday. And for a wonder: we did! At least for a short period.

One day, we were hanging out at that place again, we heard this noise coming from one of the entrances of the locker rooms. First we were too lazy to care but suddenly we heard a girl scream. I was so fucking stoned I couldn't move at first. But Izzy jumped to see what was going on.
He caught a jock molesting a girl. Until today I'm not really sure what happened over there but Izzy had gone full medieval on that guy. Beat him into a bloody pulp. Like I said: I had no clue how this happened, but Izzy could be motherfucking mad. I had no intentions to meet Mr. Lunatic Stradlin ever again.
People always said I had anger issues. Well, I joined tea parties compared to that one incident. Seriously.

I zipped my pants and rubbed my temples. My eyes closed.
'God, Melissa. What are we gonna do about this?' I heard her chuckle and when I opened my eyes she hopped on the table, swinging her legs. She looked so god damn young.
'Come on, rock star. Like you never fucked a girl and forgot about her the next day.'
She had a point. But I realized that she just wasn't some ordinary girl I wanted to screw and leave for the next one. I guess I'd really gotten old.
I opened my eyes and looked at her seriously. 'I guess I just don't know how to deal with the Izzy thing.' How was this gonna turn out anyway?
She shrugged again. 'I guess we don't tell him. Why should we?'
'You don't think we'll be running into each other again?' Why was that thought so damn disappointing?
'Maybe.' She grinned at me. 'Then we can fuck again. I think I'd like that. I'm sure I'll be missing your cock tomorrow evening already.' My dick jerked. God damn. Get your things together, man.
I needed to get away. First time in ages I'd be too early for a show. Fucking irony.