WARNING: Explicit content ahead.
You know that magical morning after? The one you always imagine, where you wake up in each other's arms and kiss despite the morning breath? Or the fantasy where he is already awake, and he's downstairs making you breakfast with a goofy smile on his face and a frilly, pink apron wrapped around him. Or perhaps you're the type to prefer the one where you wake up and he's just stepped into the shower. You follow the mist and sounds of pattering water to the bathroom, where he is naked and patiently waiting for you to get naked too.
My morning after with Nikki Sixx was nothing like any of them.
Rather than fall asleep in each other's arms, we had gotten as far away from one another as possible. The heat from the sex mixed with the usual California climate kept making our naked bodies stick together. We eventually gave up on trying to be romantic, and instead opted for laying on opposite sides of the bed, whispering to one another from afar until sleep finally took us.
Rather than roll over to see that Nikki had ventured off somewhere to do something spontaneous and romantic, I rolled over to see his face stuffed into a pillow. His snores were muffled, his hair was everywhere, and at some point in the night, he had kicked off most of his blankets. I could see every inch of him.
But I didn't quite care about these trivial things that most girls would have expected to wake up to. I liked that Nikki and I didn't have to spoon each other to feel close. I liked that he was a rockstar and that he probably hadn't woken up early for anything in years. I liked that his appearance and his life were as unconventional as they come. But, more than anything, I liked that he was finally mine. We were finally together.
Last night, I had been so nervous to hop into bed with him. What if Bret found out? What if something bad would happen to Nikki again? I had so many concerns regarding my curse and Bret, I almost didn't go through with any of it. Almost.
But Nikki was a sweet talker, and my ear appeared to have a sweet tooth as I was so eager to listen to everything that he had to say. Especially when it was things that I wanted to hear.
He told me he was all mine, that he had overcome my curse. He told me that Bret would get better if we were together, and that I could leave Bret and not feel any remorse. After all, being with Nikki would save Bret from fatality. If anything, we would be doing Bret a favor. But, most of all, Nikki told me that he was willing to take on anything else that the curse had to offer.
"I admit, it scared me off the first time," he had said, cupping my face tenderly in the palm of his hand. "But I love you, and I've come to terms with that. Now, nothing is going to keep me away."
His words were all that I needed to find the courage within myself to finally tell Nikki Sixx how I felt about him. Without any words left unsaid, we proceeded to make love for the majority of the night. We fell asleep just as the sun was beginning to rise.
Under my watchful eyes, Nikki turned over. He mumbled something in his sleep, something I couldn't quite make out, before settling back into his pillow and becoming silent once more. I giggled at that.
I knew many girls had slept with Nikki before me, and I wasn't silly enough to think that I was somehow so special as to be the only woman to ever see Nikki the way that he was now. Vulnerable, silent, and almost angelic in the way that his face sat so serenely as he slept. While I was aware that watching Nikki sleep hardly made me special, I knew that I was perhaps the only girl to ever see him in the same light that I was seeing him in now.
Unlike all of his past loves or all of his screaming fans, I genuinely and absolutely loved Nikki Sixx. The real Nikki Sixx. And only I could see him in this exact way that I was seeing him right now, through my very own eyes. Knowing all that I knew about him, remembering my past experiences with him, and thinking of all of the times I had wanted so badly for a moment like this to happen...I saw Nikki, with all of his quirks and faults, and I loved him. For all of it.
Not wanting to wake Nikki up, I furtively inched my way towards him. I managed to close the space between us and, within moments, I was pressed up against him. I rested my head on his chest, allowing myself to be lulled into a doze by the rising and falling of his breath.
"I love you, Nikki Sixx," I sighed. "I love you so very much."
"I love you too."
I shot up at the sound of his voice, my cheeks flushed as our eyes met. Like most times when he teased me, that cocky grin was on his face. I had to say, I preferred him more when he was asleep.
"How long have you been awake?" I demanded, my face getting redder and redder the longer he smirked at me.
He smiled and shrugged. "Long enough."
Ignoring my mortified groans, Nikki pulled me down onto the bed and pinned me beneath him. I was too humiliated to do much of anything, which was okay with Nikki, who immediately took action.
"Have you been awake long?" He asked, kissing along my jaw. His breath tickled my neck, and I shivered despite the heat of him.
"No, not really," I admitted. My voice was breathless as I felt myself weakening under his touch. Nikki could get me to do nearly anything he asked of me when he did stuff like this. I was like putty in his hands.
"Good. Because I don't want to miss anything."
My back arched almost instinctively as his lips found my neck. His hands ventured along my body, touching every sweet spot that he had only just discovered last night. So far, he had managed to memorize every little nook and cranny of my body just from that one night that we had spent together. I was impressed, and thoroughly enamored.
"You must be starving after last night. I know I am."
As he spoke, he made his way down the length of my body. His face finally stopped just at my hips, a devious grin on his face.
"Wh-where do you want to eat?" I stammered breathlessly. My face felt like it was on fire at this point, and my breathing was all over the place.
"Here's fine," Nikki replied.
Before I could respond, he had brought his lips to my entrance. As his tongue began an assault on my most sensitive spot, I cried out in a mixture of shock and bliss.
The sound that projected from me surprised me. Bret and I had been together for quite some time, and we had had all kinds of wild romps before. But with Nikki, things were different. Everything just felt much more intimate. All of my senses became amplified, and all of my nerves went wild. It was as though every inch of my body tingled when he touched me. And I loved it. Every second of it.
I wished I had held onto my virginity longer, if only to have my first experience be with Nikki. This felt much more fervent, and my body instinctively reacted to every move that Nikki made. I was the devoted puppet, and he was my master.
"Nikki..." I squeaked, my voice was pleading. "Nikki!"
He remained down there, his tongue roaming deeper and deeper within me. All the while, I twitched and lurched, my body in a frenzy as I grasped at the sheets for some sense of stability. When that wasn't enough, my fingers tore through the thick, black hair of Nikki's head. It was there that they remained until I ultimately reached my peak, eventually settling down into a fit of gasps and whines.
When my twitching muscles finally relaxed into a state of euphoria, Nikki emerged from his spot at the foot of the bed. He was grinning from ear to ear.
"I love hearing you say my name," he rumbled, leaning down to kiss me.
"I love saying it."
And it was true. For so long, I had kept that name out of my mind, out of my heart, and out of my mouth. The last thing I wanted was to accidentally say it during sex with Bret or to "casually" bring up my ex one too many times.
"For real though," he continued. "I am starving. Want some breakfast?"
I quirked an eye brow. "You know how to cook, Mr. Sixx?"
He gave me a sheepish smile. "I know how to cook omelettes. That's about it."
I giggled. "Omelettes it is."
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