Question for my Lovies: When you guys imagine Savannah, what or who do you imagine her as? As well as Duncan Faure? Truth be told I envision Selena Gomez as Savannah...
Also, who knows what the name of Kirk's dogs are, or what should I name them as?
I seen a picture captioned 'Kirk and Hoku,' so Imma go with that.
Kirk's POV
I felt a slim pair of hands wrap around my torso as I shaved, her head nuzzled between my shoulder blades.
"Morning, sleepyhead," I chuckled. I heard her hum behind me as she shuffled closer, "Excited?"
"Need...More sleep." She mumbled.
A part of me felt bad for booking our flight so early in the morning, but I wasn't going to let any hours go to waste.
When we got there, it would be the perfect time. We'd dine at the restaurant that was situated on the top of the Eiffel Tower, then I'd take her to the hotel and we'd watch the City and then I'd cover the bed with roses, and make sweet love to her on the bed.
It was the perfect date for us to relax and unwind. After the exhausting months we've both had, I knew how much she had been craving for this.
"Come on, Vannah," I said, spinning around and carrying her to the shower, "We're gonna get late."
She merely closed her eyes and rested her head on my chest, "5 more minutes."
I rolled my eyes, "Like mother like daughter."
I turned the shower on, ice cold, and placed her under the water, laughing as she gasped, scrambling out of my embrace, muttering a string of Afrikaans curse words, catching words like fuck and bitch, but the rest lay a mystery.
"Come on, hurry up," I said, playfully smacking her ass as I left.
Truth be told, I was missing Aliza more than I was willing to admit. I missed the soft sound of her little feet against the wood, or her giggles as she played with Hoku. Or cuddling with her at night as I sang her to sleep. Us sitting on the rooftop as I taught her about the stars.
Vannah says I have a case of separation anxiety but I know deep down inside she was missing our baby girl just as much as I was.
But at the same time, I was enjoying the quality time I got to spend with Vannah. It seems like ages since we've had the house to just the two of us; free to fool around whenever we desired.
"Sweets, you're ready to go?" I called, shoving the last bag into the boot.
I don't know if I should be concerned about the fact that I packed more bags than Vannah but then again, I don't just wake up with this beautiful hair of mine.
"Can't we take him with us?" She asked, Hoku on her lap as she hugged him.
I smiled at her as she kissed his head, muttering words of apologies to him. She loved him with all her heart, I'm willing to bet more than me. Whether she was reading her books, or watching TV, he was glued to her.
I just pray to God he doesn't stand by the door when we had sex.
"Come on. My ma's gonna take care of him." I said, giving him a quick pat and pulling her off him.
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Hold On To Me || Kirk Hammett
FanfictionYou can never escape your past- no matter how fast you run. Kirk Hammett has another woman in his arms and a devilish smirk on his lips. But, no matter how hard he tried to focus on the decade ahead, her brown hair and soft lips are ingrained in hi...