Intertwined Hearts

Love me like you do

" You coming Sassy?" Yelled Slash, as he was dressed up...in jeans, black boots a leather jacket and...no shirt. It was mid September and tonight we had a dinner after a long day playing at the Giants stadium.

Slash had some Metallica music blasting through the whole hotel room.
I come out of our room still in my bath robe. I stared at him, in disbelief, " You have got to be kidding me."
" What do you mean?"
" We're going to a restaraunt! A nice one! This is not the place to look like a barbarian cowboy!"
" What's wrong with what I have on?"
" Put on a goddamn shirt at least! We're not going to a diner! You know normally I wouldn't care too much, but....please...wear at shirt for the least."
" Christ. I'm dating one of the strictest cops of the fashion police."
" Your mother designs clothes too! You should know what's good to wear and what's not...I don't want to have to be fashionably late."
" Alright I'll put on a shirt, but not because you said so, because I want to." He ran off to his room.
" Oh yeah??" I followed him, " You'd be a train wreck if you didn't have me."
" Bite me."
We were real professional jokesters, but sometimes we slightly pissed eachother off seeing who had the last laugh, " You'd play your guitar with only your balls hanging in some sad poorly put together shorts."
He knew I was enjoying myself so he grabbed me, " Nice dress. Awful tight, isn't it?"
" I could say the same thing about your pants," I rolled my eyes, " And when have you ever been against tight anything?"
" Where'd you get it?"
" When have you cared where I get my clothing from??"
" You're cute when you're irritated."
" Stop it."
He laughed hard, and grabbed me even tighter, " I know you're not really mad. You're just saying that cause you want to."
" Bullshit." I answer, hiding a sliver of a dry grin.
" No??" He said as if I was a preschooler.
" Put on a shirt!" I repeated, but was close to laughing.

He rolled his eyes, knowing that was only gonna make me budge, so he picked one up and slipped it on, then he raised his eyebrows as if to say "there, are you happy now?"

" Much, much, much better." I grinned

We arranged for both of us to have a room to ourselves. Which is great, but the days are so busy it doesn't feel like much a difference.

" You liar," he replied, " I know you like me better with no clothes. "
" So that's why you didn't put on a shirt, you don't wanna go to the dinner?" I ask, sitting down at the edge of the bed.
He sits down next to me, " I mean, do you?"
" ...not particularly."
" Ok," he says, leaning onto the end of the bed, where I was, with his hair all in his face, "well let's ditch it."
" What?"
" It's not like it's gonna downfall our careers if we don't go, it's a fucking dinner! Besides, if I don't wanna go, and you don't wanna go..what's the point?"
" You're high."
" C'mon are you saying you're against some alone time? This tours comin to an end, and Aerosmith and Guns aren't performing together until who knows when. We've been runnin around in different directions all fuckin' day. I feel like I've hardly seen you today..." He starts playing with the strings on my robe. I look at him and then he looks up and we immediately lock eyes, and without consent he leans in and presses his lips into mine ever so gracefully. At first, it was very soft. But then he did it again, hard and forceful. His mouth was devouring mine and while his lips were doing the talking, he kept his hands occupied on unknotting my robe...and before I knew it the whole atmosphere changed, and we both got carried away.

**Sorry guys, my ideas are a bit all over the place, and I want to make this perfect and I'm struggling. But I'll just do my best and then update if I have to! There's a LOT of drama coming!! And there will also be a Christmassy theme!!! (I wanted to do this last year but I was so far behind!) So please stay tuned!!!!!! Rate comment and vote if you will!!!!!**