IN WHICH the heiress to grunge is swooned by the king of garage rock in a lifelong affair over the span of three decades, always fervidly dancing on the edge of crashing and burning...
[2000s JULIAN CASABLANCAS x GROUPIE!OC]
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It wasn't raining yet, but it was definitely a little misty on that warm November night. Inside of club, Stella stood watching from the shadows of the wings as she puffed on a cigarette. Onstage one of her current flings, another step on the social ladder. Sometimes it seemed as if she couldn't get much higher than this. Looking down at the crowd amassed below her, the figure of the man she'd been with for a couple of weeks now controlling the stage. Bells could ring at any moment, this could be Versailles, her town just at her feet with a wave of her hand.
This musing had been interrupted by the scent of a cologne she'd come to know very well and warm arms that enveloped her whole. She didn't even have to turn around to know who it was, her hands came up to cuff his wrists as they landed on her chest, his nose and mouth digging into her ear. "Guess who?" A smirk in his arrogant voice. "You're stalking me now?" She turned on her feet, arms slipping to her waist as he leaned in to nuzzle her. "Never. I was in the neighborhood." Half lidded eyes beckoning hers to give in, she tried to resist but that same fire from the day they met still burned so brightly in her chest. That deep set weariness from her sheltered childhood melting into nothingness with his touch, the realization crashing like waves over rocks. Violent and imminent, an almost turbulent prophecy.
Her eyes softened as his fingers brushed against her cheeks, "You shouldn't be here. I'm busy with someone else." The moral ground beneath her shook, crumbling as the words dropped from his mouth. "Stella, I made a mistake. But don't you see that I've missed you? Look at you, I would be crazy not to take this opportunity. I'm crazy on you." With a grin and a kiss, the land is his. His kiss is triumphant and almost cocky as if he could've foreseen this a year ago when he left.
Stella's feet locked onto the ground under his touch, succumbing to the fire inside. There's a smirk between labored breath, a hand grabs an arm, another grabs a waist. The darkness swallows them whole on that balcony, music completely gone, crowd dissipated. Hesitation melds into familiarity, the sweet trail of sandalwood and sweat he leaves behind. Stella breathes as if a rock had just been retrieved from her chest, gasping for Julian, hands tugging at his tattered hair. "I hate you." She chuckled, her forehead on his. "I hate you more. Come on." Julian grabbed Stella by the wrist, dragging her from the wings. The guy onstage now a distant memory, she was home and everything else was in the past.
Out the door and onto the New York streets, passion ensued in the back of a yellow cab. Leather jackets hitting soft seat padding, fishnets ripped at the seams. The soft patter of rain accompanied them up the staircase of the Brooklyn brownstone and into his bedroom.
They stumbled and fell as Julian struggled and succeeded in getting his front door open while aggressively making out with Stella in an Olympic style act of multitasking. He dropped his keys anywhere, pushing her up against the wall and eliciting a moan,"Jules." Her chest rose and fell like a wild animal being hunted, eyes bewildered and wide almost jittering. The intensity of the moment had rendered her stunned. Despite having been crowned "most likely to be a rockstar" Stella hadn't gotten used to it, to any of this and as close as she had come to having her virginity taken it just hadn't happened. He chuckled as he pulled away, "Hey. Hey, relax. What is it?"
"Nothing." She lied but he knew well that Courtney had sheltered her and would probably hunt and kill him if she knew what was happening in his . His hands squeezed her arms, rubbing them. "Hey baby, it's alright," a sweet kiss on her cheek melted her defenses, warranting a soft giggle. "I'll get you a drink, kay?" His nose nuzzled into her ear as she wrapped her arms around him basking in the familiarity. "Thanks. I'm glad to be back."
Later that night, his hand came up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear as she laid on his chest. The heat of a thousand suns covering their skin, matted hair on foreheads. Everything was pulsing, thumping yet so still. Julian pushed her hair back, hand trailing down her body like a mountain range to the valley of her hips. The night had climaxed leaving only sore bodies and sweat behind. Trying not to wake her, he reached over to grab the phone on the nightstand dialing Albert's number.
"Yo, it's fucking late." He laughed, voice crackling on the line. Julian chuckled softly, "You'll never believe who's in my bed right now." Albert took a swig from his beer, legs crossed on the coffee table in his apartment just across town making a list of the chicks in his head. "Man, I don't know. There's a lot of those." Julian rolled his eyes, watching Stella stir in their warmth. "Our next groupie. Stella Cobain."
