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27. A Dream Come true

Izzy lay beside Rosamund, both of them content after a good, hard screw.
Their breathing was still laboured, and Rosamund was ecstatic, because she really liked Izzy, and she just got to fuck him for the second time. That Annie bitch could shove it. As far as Rosamund was concerned, she had won!
"Izzy?" She smiled, turning over on her side to face him. He turned his head. His pupils were large, and his stormy grey irises stared into her hazel ones. She twisted a piece of her blonde hair between her fingers subconsciously, "I really like you." She confessed. Izzy blinked,
"Do you?" Izzy said blankly.
God, he was so hard to read!
"Yeah... I was wondering if--" she hesitated for a second, fearing that he did not feel the same way. "Do you like me?" She asked him. Izzy turned over to face her, too, and his hand graced her hip, stroking down over her thigh. He kissed the tip of her nose.
"Be my girl, Rosie?" He asked her suddenly.
Her stomach filled with butterflies, and her heart skipped a beat. Rosamund cuddled up to his chest, and Izzy wrapped his arm firmly around her.
"Yes!" She agreed excitedly.

Meanwhile...
Duff was sat at the table in the main compartment of the boys' bus. Slash sat across the table from him.
"So... uh- how's you and Estrella?" Slash attempted normal conversation, which was made difficult by the couple sucking each other's faces off just across the aisle.
"Well... I'm not really sure what she wants." Duff said truthfully,
"How do you mean?" Slash asked,
"She's all indecisive over that Eddie guy." Duff explained,
"Oh yeah. I dunno what the big deal is about him, he's a big meatbag. I think he's probably pretty dumb." Slash commented, lighting up a cigarette. Duff decided to do the same, and got as far as having the cigarette in his mouth, but then he couldn't find a lighter. He sat there patting his pockets for minute, and then the curly headed guitarist held out his lighter.
"Ah- thanks!" Duff said around the smoke between his lips.
"All good, dude." Slash replied. Duff clicked the lighter on, lit the end, and puffed on the cigarette, then handed back Slash's lighter.
"Oh yeah, and Estrella has to go back to L.A. in a while." Duff told Slash, not knowing exactly how long it would be before she did.
"Huh? Why?" Slash shot him a confused look.
"'Cause her dad is a trainer at a boxing gym, and they have a tournie coming up." Duff ran his fingers through his mop of bleach blonde hair, holding the cigarette between his fingers.
"But isn't that Eddie dude a boxer?" Said Slash
"Yeah." Duff nodded, frowning.
"Ah..." Slash half-sighed.
"Yeah, I know." Duff felt a surge of jealousy towards the fighter.
"What is it about him that Estrella even likes?" Slash looked completely befuddled.
"Ah- I dunno!" Duff scowled, "they've known each other for years, and he can fight, and he's got muscles." Duff scrunched up his nose.
"Yeah, but you're a musician. A famous musician... besides, you're a nice guy, and you've done nothin' wrong at all. Estrella should be head over heels for you." Slash waved his hands. Duff shrugged,
"Maybe fame doesn't matter to her, and maybe she likes brawn over brains. Maybe Estrella just ain't that into me. That, and I'm not really famous. I get an interview now and then... but I'm just the bass player." Duff replied, taking another drag on his cigarette.
"Aw, don't be like that! Heaps of people know your name!" Slash exclaimed, puffing his own smoke.
"Who knows, man. Maybe she'll decide she likes me." Duff shrugged again,
"Yeah, I bet she will." Slash nodded.

Meanwhile...
In the bed in the back of the bus, Izzy and Rosamund were cuddling together under the blankets, his soft, warm skin pressed up against her's. Izzy was almost bare chested, but he had a small amount of hair growing there. Rosamund liked it, because it wasn't too much, but if he had no chest hair, she thought it would be a bit weird. He was wearing jeans and no t-shirt, and she had on her panties and a shirt. Izzy had his arm over her, holding her close, and the other arm out straight, which Rosamund was resting her head on.
"Izzy?" Rosamund got the dark haired guitarist's attention.
"Yeah?"
"Why me?" She questioned,
"What do you mean?" He looked down at her, his grey eyes drinking in her image.
"Why did you wanna date me?"
"Because... you're beautiful." He said simply, "in every single way." This made Rosamund grin.
"Especially when you smile." He gave her a rare smile in return, and she just about melted.
"You should do that more often." She advised,
"Do what?" He looked confused.
"Smile." And he did, again.
"Anything for you." He murmered, and kissed her gently on the lips.
"You're such a good kisser." She told him,
"So are you." He replied, his expression was relaxed, as though he felt completely at ease with her.
"Not as good as you." She hugged him a little bit tighter.
"Nah." He disagreed,
"Yeah!"
"Nah."
"It's true."
"Nope." Izzy began to laugh.
"Yah!" She nodded. He shook his head, and she began to tickle him. Izzy began to giggle uncontrollably.
"Ahh! No, Rosamund! S-s-stop!" He cried out through his laughter.
"No!" She laughed, herself.
"Whyy not?!" He whined,
"Cause you're so cute when you're being tickled!" She giggled. Finally, she quit tickling him. Izzy took a few seconds to catch his breath, and then he tackled her, pinning her arms over her head.
"Hey." Izzy said, smiling,
"Hi." She smiled broadly back up at him. Izzy's hair tickled her face as he leaned down, and his lips met hers. He kissed her deeply, and she responded immediately. Their mouths moved in unison, goosebumps erupted up Rosamund's arms and a pleasant shiver ran down her spine. The kiss was electrifying. After what felt like eternity, Izzy broke the kiss.
"You drive me fucking crazy." He gazed into her eyes.

Author's note
Hey, so did you like it? Or did it suck?
It's Rosamund's dream come true!! Ahh!
Thankyou for reading Xx kisses
Izzy's smile in the banner :)