Perfumed Secrets | Kurt Cobain

The way I roll like a rolling stone

It was past 7 AM when they finally stumbled back to the apartment. The sky was just beginning to lighten with the first hints of dawn, casting a pale blue hue over the city. They had spent the entire night bouncing from one club to another, each one blurring into the next in a haze of lights, music, and endless rounds of drinks. Faye had indulged in more than "just a bump," as Kurt had initially promised. In their state of mutual inebriation, one line had quickly turned into several, and judgment had slipped away entirely.

"Shh," Faye giggled as she fumbled with the keys at the apartment door. "Amy's probably asleep."

Her whisper was anything but quiet, and Kurt, unable to resist, wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close and making her giggle louder. His breath was warm on her neck, and she could feel the grin spreading across his face.

"Can't help myself," he murmured, his voice a flirtatious growl.

They finally managed to tiptoe inside, the door clicking shut behind them. The apartment was dark and silent, the hum of the refrigerator the only sound. They tried to be quiet, their footsteps light on the hardwood floor as they hurried towards Faye's bedroom. But their laughter and whispered exchanges corrupted the sacred silence.

As soon as the bedroom door barely closed, their restraint dissolved. Faye's back hit the wall, and Kurt was on her in an instant. The energy from the night lingered through them, making everything more urgent and frenzied. They had been hungry for each other all night long, stealing provocative touches beneath tables and even sneaking a quick make-out session in a bar bathroom. Now, with no one and nothing to stop them, they gave in fully into it.

Faye could taste the blend of alcohol and cigarette smoke on his breath. Kurt's hands roamed over her, slipping under her dress, and she arched against him, her own fingers tangled in his hair. Her skin tingled as his kisses traveled down her neck, his hands gripping her waist. She felt more alive than she ever had, her senses heightened to an almost unbearable degree, everything enhanced and sparking a fresh wave of sensation.

Even as they tumbled into the sheets, the room spun around them, and Faye closed her eyes, surrendering to his every command. She could feel the quickening of his breath, his need for her tangible and intense.

"God, you drive me crazy," he muttered against her skin, his voice rough and edged with desire. The words sent a shiver through her, making her feel both powerful and vulnerable under his spell.

He slowed his movements, teasing the straps of her dress before finally letting it fall to the floor. When it came to her tights, he took his time, savoring every moment, drawing her mad.

"Kurt," she sighed, her voice a whisper, almost a plea. Her mind was foggy, still reeling from the party favors, but all she could focus on was him. His raw energy overwhelmed her, leaving her completely at the mercy of his every move.

Faye's breath hitched as his lips found hers again, the kiss deep and imperative, leaving her lightheaded and desperate for more. His touch grew more insistent, his fingers tracing the curve of her back, the softness of her skin contrasting with the firmness of his grip.

"Stay with me," he whispered, his hands guiding her, demanding her attention.

"I'm here," she moaned, her voice filled with both surrender and lust. Kurt knew exactly how to make her feel safe, even in her most vulnerable state. Her mind faded into oblivion, all that mattered was the heat of his touch, the strength of his hold, and the depth of his kiss.

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Faye's thoughts wandered as she rested her head on Kurt, listening to the unusually fast beat of his heart. A sudden rush of warmth spread through her body, making her pull away from the covers.