some of these are based off snippets of some of my favorite books AND let me know if i should do this with other people
i was standing with slash in his managers office while she was looking over some of the material for the new album he was coming out with. i'd helped write a couple songs on the album so he wanted to make some changes to a couple things and had me come with him. i told him it wasn't necessary, whatever he was doing but he doesn't listen.
the manager hadn't come in yet but i was nervous for whatever reason. i was standing near the empty chair, not wanting to sit down out of anxiousness. i hated offices and i hated meetings. this is why i work a job that doesn't require contact with people... at least not much.
"sit," slash broke the silence, pointing to the chair beside him.
i looked at him, almost appalled. "im not a dog."
he sighed, lulling his head over to peer at me through his unruly dark curls. "love of my life, light of my eyes, my all, would you please do me the kindness of taking a seat? i'd rather not tire out your pretty legs. not like this, at least."
my jaw falls a tiny bit as i sit down. "does this satisfy you?"
"very much, thanks," he twines our fingers together, resting them on my thigh.
i was walking down the street after dropping off my little sister at her friends place for a sleepover. she wanted to get there early because her friends mom was taking them to the mall. slash's hand is tangled with mine loosely as we walk down the wet sidewalk in the cold, winter air. "hey, can we get ice cream?"
i snorts out a laugh. "first of all, in the middle of winter? and second of all, do i look like the kind of guy who goes on ice cream dates?"
unfortunately i knew he was right. slash likes ice cream as much as the next guy but he hated going out for it in public. i learned that the first week we were dating and its only been four months. "no, i guess you dont," i sigh after a few minutes.
theres a few seconds of silence until he speaks again. "what flavor are you getting?" i smile up at him a squeeze his fingers.
his pov;
im fucked.
this is boring. getting dressed up to go to fancy events with your rockstar husband was all fun and games until theres nothing to do. this event was particularly boring as i was sitting with slash while several other couples had gotten up to dance. steven and duff were both dancing with their wives and i had to admit i was jealous.
my shoulders drop when the beginning of 'hopelessly devoted' comes on through the speakers. that was the one and only song slash had ever danced to and that was three years ago at our wedding. i look down, playing around with the diamond on my fingers and messing with the dark blue material of my dress.
"ask me."
i look up confused. "what?"
"ask me to dance," slash tells me again, taking my hand into his.
"but you hate dancing," i say confused.
he shakes his head with a smile. "yea, i do. just ask me."
i sigh and look back down at my lap before looking back at him. "will you dance with me?"
"yes."
getting to say your married is weird. getting to say you've been married for six years is even weirder. slash had taken me to banff national park in canada. we'd been hiking all day and now, we were sitting on the ledges of the rock over the water to watch the sun set.
but he seemed to be very disinterested. "your missing the view," i hum, eyes glued to the dusky orange hues of the fading sun. last time i checked, he was laying in his back not even watching.
"no im not," he responds seriously. when i look over my shoulder, he's watching me, propped up onto his elbows.
a shy smile forces its way onto my face as i look back at the sun. his arm wraps around my waist when he sits up. "what?" i ask, not looking at him.
"i love you," he mumbles.
i turn my head to the side and he leans in to press a gentle kiss to my lips. "i love you," i whisper against his mouth. his lips brush against mine as he smiles. "and im glad your my wife," he tells me.
i kiss his forehead and when he sits back up, i lean my head on his shoulder. "im glad your my husband."
