(For @EricBurdy Hope it's to your liking.)
-1968-
You sat on a plush pillow in the floor, watching the new Yardbirds practice, they'd only been together a little while. But you thought it was totally cool that your friends Robert Plant and John Bonham were going them. Since you had heard a lot about the older version of the Yardbirds and had seen Jimmy Page performing with them, you knew he was very capable of bringing a really good band together. "Hey, Y/N will you hand me another pick?" Jimmy questioned looking over at you. "Sure thing." There was a small pile of them on the floor, you grabbed one and handed it to Jimmy. "Here." "Thanks, love." Here started playing some random riff on his guitar. Robert walked in holding a cup of tea. "Okay, sorry. Let's get back to work." You glanced over at John, who was sitting behind his drums, twirling his sticks around. He noticed you look at him and glanced back your way, giving you a shy smile. "Lets go ahead and do Communication Breakdown." Jimmy said, wiping his left hand on his pants. Robert put his tea cup down. "Alright, on my count." He grabbed the microphone. And mouthed 1, 2, 3, 4- before they went into the song. You were sitting next to John Paul's amp, so it was quite loud. They were really good and even though they'd only done a handful of rehearsal's before, they were such a tight band. After they completed that song, Jimmy decided it was time for another short break and everyone would come back in and play a few more songs to get really good before the upcoming gigs. John Paul sit his bass down next to you, and walked outside with his wife. The telephone started ringing from the next room. "I'll go get that." Jimmy carefully sat his guitar down and ran into the next room to answer the phone. "I meant to ask do either of you two want some tea?" Robert asked, lifting his cup up and taking a sip. "I'd love some." You said, Robert stood up. "What about you, John?" Robert looked at Bonham. "Uh, no thank you." He walked into the kitchen, leaving you and John alone in the practice room. John wiped his forehead, on the arm of his long sleeve. You got up and walked over to his drum set, where He had taken his drum tuning key tuning his snare up. "You have a really nice kit, John." You spoke drawing his attention to you. He looked up at you. "Thanks, Y/N. I've had them for a long time." He continued tuning his drums up. After he was finished he put the key back. "You want to come back here and play. I can show you how to keep time?" You were really excited at that idea, since you really liked the drums, but didn't know how to play to well. And John was a amazing drummer. "Sure, I'd love that." "Come back here then." You walked around the drum set and stood beside his drum throne. "Okay, it might look hard, but it's actually easy. I know you can get the hang of it. Just watch this and then I'll explain it." He started playing. "This is really simple, I'm keeping very basic time." He played for a minute, before standing up. "Sit down, and I'll show you what to do." You followed his instructions and sat down. "Here take the sticks and hold them like this." He picked up a pair holding them in his hands. You held them exactly like he showed you. "Great, now put your foot on that pedal, that's the bass drum. This is the snare, that's the hi-hat. You want to put your foot on this pedal too, this closes the hi-hat." You put your feet where he told you too. "Okay, what now?" He put his arms around you and grabbed you hands, as you held the sticks. "I'm going to move your arms for you, love. Be loose." You laughed awkwardly, while he held you. He started moving your arms to hit the snare and the hi-hat. "You want to hit the hi-hat constantly." "So, hit it like this." You demonstrated. "Yes, now hit the hi-hat and the bass drum at the same time. And hit the snare on three." Robert walked back in the room. "I got you tea, Y/N. I'm running to the shoppes with Jimmy. Somebody called him and said something- I don't know. Anyways I'll be back in a jiffy." Robert sat the cup down on the table next to the door and walked back out. "Do you want your tea." John asked, slowly moving his hands up your arms, resting them on your shoulders. "Sure." He stood up and went to retrieve the cup, you tried to implement his teaching and keep time. Which you actually did successfully. "That sounds good, your really getting it." John walked back over and kneelled down beside you, with the tea cup. "My lady." You laughed and grabbed the cup and saucer. "Thank you." You drank some of the warm black tea. "Where can I sit this?" You questioned. "Here." You handed it back to him, and put it on the table again. John put his arms around you. "You're a good student." He smiled, putting his head on your lap. "You're a good teacher." You sat the sticks down. "John?" He looked up at you. "Yes?" You paused, swallowing a lump in you throat. "I really like you." He stood up on his knees, grabbing you hands. He gave each hand a kiss. "I really like you too." "I mean as more than a friend." "I know, I like you too. I have ever since we first met. You're a special girl." He moved his hand up to cup your cheek. "Why don't we go out sometime, just you and me. No drinking with the guys, where ever you want to go, huh?" You smiled shyly at him. "That sounds wonderful." You looked at him, taking in his perfect face. His sparkling eyes. He was looking at you too, staring at your beauty. You both started to lean in and kiss each other. John moved his hand to the back of your neck, you wrapped your arms around him. You couldn't help yourself he was so sweet, he was a wonderful soft kisser. John held you in his arms. The two of you almost forgetting you were in the world, all you could see was one another. You both broke apart quickly hearing the door bust open, Robert walked in laughing loudly, with Jimmy, John Paul and Maureen in tow. You and John looked at each other. "Who's ready to get back to practice!" Jimmy yelled happily. John Paul picked up his bass guitar. John looked at you. "How about we go out Saturday?" "Saturday?" He nodded 'yes'. "I'd love too." "John looked at Robert. "I thought you were going to the shoppes?" He questioned. "Robert lied to you, I saw him standing outside the door." John Paul said. Bonham threw Robert a mean look. Robert just shrugged his shoulder. You moved back to your spot on the floor, rolling your eyes at Robert's dumb shenanigans. The band eventually finished their rehearsal.
-The next day-
John took you to a nice little restaurant and pub just a few miles from your house. It was a cozy little place, with candles lit on the tables and nice table clothes. "This is so nice, John. Thank you for taking me out." You said, he grabbed your hand from across the table. "It's my pleasure." You smiled to yourself, you were finally on a date with John. You had known him for a year or so now, and had really had fancied him since you first met. As soon as you met John you thought he was special. You two became fast friends and it's been that way ever since. A server came by and took your dinner orders. "This place is nice, I've never been here before. Which is so strange it's like five minutes from my flat." You told him, taking a sip of you drink. He took a long drink of his beer. "I thought it would be nice." "Well it is." You sat your drink back down, John moved his thumb across your hand softly. After some conventionalizing the server brought your meals to the table, which were really good. You both decided you'd have to come back next week or something. John being a gentleman payed for both yours and his meal. After the wonderful time you had at the bar, John drove you back to your flat. "Do you want to come in for a minute?" You asked, hoping he'd say yes, so you two could spend some more time together. He nodded, "Sure, It's kind of chilly out here I can come get warmed up." He parked his car outside and followed you to the front door. You already had your key out so you unlocked it quickly. "I kept the heat on, so it's nice and warm in here." John took his coat off, hanging it on the coat rack, then he grabbed yours from your shoulders and hung it up as well. "Thank you, do you want some hot cocoa or tea or something?" You asked. "Sure, I'd love some cocoa." You slipped you shoes off at the door. "I'm going to get my clothes changed and then I'll make some, make yourself at home." You went down the hall and changed into something comfortable. John was sitting in the living room, looking at book you had lying on the couch. He looked up at you. "Cute." You laughed. "What's cute?" You questioned him. He stood up. "You are, I like you outfit." You rolled your eyes, "Thanks." And walked past him to the kitchen. He followed you and watched you intently as you made hot chocolate. "Will you get some mugs out please, John?" "Sure which cabinet are they in?" "They are over there in that one." You pointed, he walked over and retrieved two colourful mugs. He looked at them and smiled. "I like these, they're cute." He sat them down for you. "You seem to think everything around here is cute, don't you?" You questioned him playfully. "Well, you're right." He walked over and grabbed you by the waist. "I think you're a lot more than just 'cute'." He said, holding you near. You didn't know if he meant that in such a sexual way, but you couldn't help but feel the breath leave your lungs for a second. You spun around and threw your arms around him. He instinctively crashed his lips to yours. You felt the same feelings you felt the other day you had kissed, but they were more intense. You didn't realize till know how happy John made you. Just as you two were getting really heated the kettle of water started whistling loudly, you both turned to look at the stove. John walked over and took the kettle off and made sure the stove top was off as well. You looked at him seductively. "Forget the hot chocolate." He grabbed you again this time lifting you up in his big, strong arms holding you against the kitchen wall. You ran your hands through his dark hair, as you two kissed passionately. John held you tight and carried you through the house, easily figuring out which direction the bedroom was. He laid you down gently on the bed, leaving kisses on your neck. Before his hand slipped under the fabric of your top, you lifted your arms up for him to remove it, he took it off and threw it behind him somewhere. You felt a little cold and vulnerable without your top on. "You're so perfect, Y/N." John mumbled leaving a trail of kisses down your bare stomach. It made you feel more secure knowing he wanted you as much as you wanted him. You couldn't stand the anticipation much longer. He seemed to sense you getting impatient and started removing his own clothes. You sat up and unzipped his jeans, he helped pull them off and kick them to the side. He then removed his shirt, tossing it as well. John leaned over on top of you kissing you again, before pulling your underwear off. He put his knee in between yours making you spread your legs apart, his brought his hand there, touching your wet sex. You were moaning loudly, holding onto him. He knew how you excited you were and how close you were becoming, so he pulled his hand up. "Are you ready?" He questioned you. You nodded your head. "Yes." He walked back over to his trouser and pulled his wallet out, inside it he had a shiny wrapper. "Good thinking." He came back over to you lust still in his eyes, you grabbed him by the waist, bringing him closer to the bed. You realized your 'just friends' thing you have had for the past year wasn't really going to work anymore.
(Hope that was too bad? I don't know, I'm going out of town tomorrow- but if anyone has requests you can still send them.)
