Young Lust. (A Steven Tyler Fanfic)

Chapter 10

A/N: the photo of Steven that's attached to this chapter is one of my favorites; I don't think he's ever looked sexier. 😻

Rose's POV

My breath caught in my throat, and I just stared at Steven for a moment, eyebrow raised.
"G-Girlfriend?" I managed to say, stuttering a little.
My mind was racing; he actually wanted me to be his girlfriend? I was so used to sleeping with men & having it be a 'no strings attached' kind of deal. I wasn't okay with that necessarily, but what can ya do? Not one has ever asked me to be their girlfriend, but now one was. And it was the one whom I've loved for my whole life.
I was broken out of my train of thought when Steven cleared his throat.
I looked at him, letting out a quick giggle. "Sorry, I zoned out."
Steven just smirked.
There was a second of silence before I spoke again.
"You actually want me to go to your concert, with you, as your girlfriend? For real?" I asked, a stupid look on my face.
Steven let out an adorable laugh. "Of course. I asked you, didn't I, baby?"
I nodded, a half smile on my face.
"I know you did, I'm just surprised."
Steven entered the bathroom all the way, and wrapped his arms gingerly around my waist.
"I don't want you to think you're like any of the other girls. You're not. I could see myself being with you." Steven admitted, a gentle look in his eyes as he gazed at me.
I could feel tears pricking my eyes, but I just blinked them back. I was done crying where this man was involved, happy or sad.
I chuckled, "That was the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me, and coming from you, it means so much more." I admitted, feeling my cheeks heat up in a blush.
Steven gave me a bewildered look.
"I told you, I've been in love with you my whole life." I giggled, placing a quick kiss on his cheek.
Before I could pull away, his hands were threading in my hair, and his lips were caressing mine. My body tingled as we kissed, and I felt butterflies in my stomach.
This was what love looked and felt like, and I honestly don't think I could ever get enough of it.
After a minute, we both pulled back.
"I think I love you." Steven whispered into my ear.
My breath hitched in my throat. I was utterly speechless.
I didn't have to say anything because Steven did.
"Let's get ready, sugar."
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Hours later
I couldn't seem to catch my breath. I wanted to remain calm on the outside, so as not to alarm Steven, but on the inside, I was losing it.
I was walking into an Aerosmith concert on Steven's arm. This all felt like a dream, but I knew it wasn't.
Not to mention, I'm about to meet the other members of one of my favorite bands ever.
Yeah...I don't think anyone could stay completely calm.
Steven's arm wrapped around my waist as he led me through to the backstage area, and my eyes scanned everywhere.
There were roadies, and managers, instruments, groupies, the whole shebang.
I pushed down the feeling of intimidation, and smiled proudly.
"I have to get ready baby, you comin'?" Steven leaned down and whispered.
I smirked. "Well I ain't gonna stand out here."
Steven's eyes shined with amusement.
He pecked me on the lips quickly, and we continued our trek.
As we approached what I knew was his dressing room, considering I'd been in here one other time, I smiled to myself. This time I wasn't demanding to be let in.
As Steven gripped the doorknob, I felt eyes boring into the back of my head. I glanced behind me slightly, and met eyes with a really beautiful girl with black hair, who I could only guess was a groupie based on how she was dressed.
I wouldn't have been bothered otherwise, had it not been for the dirty, almost hateful, look she was sending me.
I rose an eyebrow at her, and in response, she huffed and stormed away.
'What the hell?'
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A/N: I sense some tension coming... ;)