Crash - Guns N Roses Fanfiction

SIX

I awoke to a soft breeze blowing against my skin. I lifted my head from Steven's chest, dazed and confused for a moment--but I'd learnt the hard way not to freak out too much if I couldn't figure who was beside me, or where I was in this case.

Remembering what happened last night, and how enjoyable my time with Steven was, I smiled, and before I knew what I was doing, I leaned down and kissed the sleeping man's cheek ever so lightly. I nearly gasped when I realized what I had just done.

Oh, fuck no, I hope he didn't feel that. Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

It was just my luck that he did, though.

"Well, good morning to you too." he grinned and kissed my cheek back. I blushed which made him laugh lightly.

"'Morning," I mumbled, rubbing where his lips were moments prior. A tingling sensation was present upon my cheek, and I couldn't help but let the butterflies in my chest do a few twirls before I told them to fuck off. I smiled.

"What are we doing today?" he asked, sitting up and stretching his back.

"I don't know but my back hurts like fucking hell," I sat up and groaned. "Wow, that was an attractive sound I just made," I mumbled.

Steven chuckled and kissed my other cheek, clearly enjoying himself. Or maybe he could tell how much I enjoyed it, myself. I hoped that wasn't the case.

"You can stop now, Mr. Adler," I told him, touching my other cheek.

"You don't like it?" when I didn't answer him, he kissed my nose instead. "You like it. You know you do." then he kissed my forehead, obviously taking pleasure from my embarrassly tinted face.

"Yeah, totally," I muttered sarcastically, rolling my eyes and hoping he didn't see through my act. Yet, I couldn't stop myself from thinking, the whole time he was kissing my cheeks, my forehead, my nose... I want you to kiss my lips.

I mentally slapped myself for thinking such things so soon.

Just then, a voice rang from the deck, about ten feet away.

"Well it looks like the lovebirds have woken," Izzy said, just loud enough for us to hear him. Steven and I turned our heads around to face him. Izzy, not looking too impressed at either of us, crossed his arms over his chest with a frown on his face. "C'mon, Adler, it's almost two and we gotta go to the studio,"" and then he left through the patio door without another word.

I wanted to ask Steven if Izzy looked a little sad, or if it was just me. It was probably just me, right?

"Wanna come with us?" Steven questioned, grinning from ear to ear as usual, as we made our way back into the house.

"To your band rehearsal?"

"Yeah," Steven smiled. "We're making a record! You could be one of the first people to hear some stuff that might be on it!"

He seemed so excited, I couldn't say no. It was Saturday, I didn't have work. "Sure, I'd love to," I smirked.

"Great! We're probably leaving soon, so get ready quick," he slid open the patio door, kissed my cheek, and then dashed off into the house.

"Stop it!" I warned, knowing he wouldn't be able to hear me, and walked into my room to get dressed. I closed the door and was ready to strip down when I realized Slash was in my bed. I yelped. (It was an improvement from what happened two nights before, which was good. Soon I wouldn't even be surprised at all, at this rate.)

"What are you doing here?!"

"I slept in here," he said simply, stretching his arms above his head. He didn't have a shirt on, and despite what happened last night between Steven and I, (whatever it was,) I still enjoyed looking at his bare chest. He noticed, smirked, and said, "Oh, you like that?" getting up from the bed and coming closer to me.