its best as strangers (a led Zeppelin fanfic)

part 1

The evening had started out calm, the scent of stale tobacco and liquor lingering in the air. The dimly lit hotel room was left a small mess, empty bottles and cups left lying around the room, chairs tipped over and the bed unkempt; clothes, feather boas (most likely from the nights groupies), and various ashes and leftovers from drugs left littering the floors and sheets on the beds. Nobody was left in the room but a young girl with dark, loose ringlets and grey eyes, piercingly clear and casting the utmost innocence on the room, making it seem like a messy bedroom that's been left for weeks. The nights events had actually been a small party (and quite likely an orgy) with Led Zeppelin and their lovely lady friends of the evening. She had been the lucky girl who had clung to Robert all night, and he had told her to wait here for him while he went for a meeting. Time ticked by and the girl made her way to the bed, eventually falling asleep amid the mess.
"Are you awake?" A soft, but raspy voice woke her from her sleep, weary eyes darting up to meet the offender of her sleep.
"I am now.." Came her quiet response, laying on her back to peer up at the golden maned man who sits perched over her.
"Good... I was afraid I'd be out of fun for the night." Thin lips curled into a smile as his callused fingers traced along her jawline, gently enough to almost tickle.
His light touch trails down her neck and to her collarbone, pulling on the edge of her shirt. His soft lips brushed against her own, not quite making contact. Hot breath met her skin, his opposite hand placed beside her head, pushing into the mattress. He moved his hand down her body and to her thigh, gripping onto her outer thigh firmly, pulling her legs apart so he can get his built frame closer to her own small one. His lips parted against hers as he emits a soft groan of discomfort, his pants growing tighter by the second.
The young brunette beneath him tangles her fingers in his curly locks, her breathing growing heavier with every passing second. Thin legs wrap around Roberts waist, her groin lifting to meet his, her skirt now up near her bellybutton, though his jeans stop skin from making contact.
"Fuckin hell, you know what I like.." He purrs against her lips, gently grinding his growing bulge against her panty clad groin. Her delicate hands make their way down to his belt buckle, undoing it with haste so he can kick his pants off, his boxers going off with them. She removes his shirt quickly, his own movements swiftly removing her clothes.
A hot mess lay on the bed, his lips grazing against her neck before making contact, gently sucking on the her skin. "Oh you've got a fuckin' amazing body.." He gives the occasional compliment to her as he pushes his bare body against hers, teasing her with his member. His golden curls now stick to the light sweat in his forehead, his cheeks a soft red with the growing desperation for pleasure. As Robert grinds his hips against hers, the light prickles of hair on his stomach move against her own delicate skin, tickling her in the right ways .