Young Lust. (A Steven Tyler Fanfic)

Chapter 2

(A/N: the picture above is of Demi Lovato, one of my favorite singers. She's beautiful, so for this story she's who you guys can use as a guide when picturing what Rosie looks like. The hair is that same color too.)

Rose's POV
I downed my third shot, and slammed the glass down on the bar counter.
'Okay, I'm done.' I thought. I threw some bills on the counter, and stood up from the stool, stumbling a bit.
I was tipsy, almost drunk, that was for sure. What can I say...I'm a lightweight. I gripped my phone in my hand, and messily dialed my Dad's phone. It rang and rang, so I hung up.
It must be too loud.
I looked down at my phone again, and saw I had a text.
'Went back to the room. Your sister was tired. Be careful getting back." My dad had written.
I sighed, and turned around, walking back up the path to the hotel. I made it inside without much difficulty, and stumbled up the stairs to the third floor, where I knew for a fact our room was. What was our room number again??
320? 321?
I decided on 320, so I started towards that room, and as I stopped in front of it, I noticed the bolt was stuck between the door, so it wouldn't close all the way.
'Thank you, Dad' I thought, because I had forgotten my room key.
I less than gracefully pulled the door open, and stumbled my way into what I assumed was the bathroom. The whole hotel room was dark, except for one faint light coming from underneath one of the bedroom doors. I figured it was my Dad just waiting up for me.
I looked at myself in the mirror, fluffing my hair. I still looked pretty good for a drunk girl. I glanced around the bathroom, and noticed that none of the toiletries or shampoos looked familiar to me.
Despite my intoxication, my mind started to piece together that maybe I had entered the wrong hotel room.
Confused, and slightly embarrassed, I walked out of the bathroom, prepared to leave before I was found.
Suddenly, the lights turned on, and my hand flew to my face to shield my drunk eyes from the lights. I could see legs standing in front of me through the slits in my fingers, so someone was in here.
"I'm so sorry, wrong room..." I half slurred.
"It's all good, baby."
I froze.
I knew that voice.
I removed my hand from my eyes, and squinted until they adjusted to the light. My knees felt weak when I looked at the person who had spoken.

Steven Tyler. Of Aerosmith.
No. Fucking. Way.

"You're Steven Tyler." I stated, still slurring my words.
"That would be correct." He replied, smirking in the sexy way he's known for.
I didn't know what to say.
Honestly, what do you say?!!
"Aren't you a pretty little thing." Steven shamelessly flirted, stepping closer to me.
I didn't know what I was thinking, but I smirked back.
"You're not so bad yourself, Mr. Tyler."
I don't know if it was the alcohol or not, but I was feeling brazen....Brazen enough to flirt with the lead singer of my favorite band.
Before I could stop myself, my arms were around his neck, and I was kissing him.
My subconscious licked her lips sensually as Steven kissed me back. His arms wrapped around my waist, and his traveling fingers sent a chill down my spine.
We fell back on to a couch, and he pulled me on top of him, so I was straddling his lap. His lips found my neck, and as he left soft kisses from my jaw down to my collarbone, his mustache tickled my skin.
My mind was in a haze, until my phone beeped.
We pulled apart, and Steven's eyes shone with something I had experienced countless times before.
Lust.
I clumsily looked at my phone, and noticed it was my Dad texting me, telling me to come back to the room because it was really late.
With Steven's help, I stood up on shaky knees. The whole encounter with him had left me breathless.
"I have to go...." I slurred, making my way to the door, and pulling it open.
Before I could take my leave, a hand gently wrapping around my wrist stopped me.
"What's your name, sugar?" Steven purred, flashing me a look I couldn't decipher.
I smiled up at him, because he was a few inches taller than me, just like I knew he would be. I bit my lip adorably.
"Rose. But everyone calls me Rosie."
I didn't hear his reply, because I was already down the hall, and around the corner.
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