Young Lust. (A Steven Tyler Fanfic)

Chapter 11

Rose's POV

I was still confused, my mind whirling.
I didn't even know this girl, and she seemed to already hate me.
As Steven led me inside of his dressing room, and shut the door, I sat down on the couch.
I guess I seemed zoned out, because I felt Steven nudge my shoulder seconds later.
"Rosie, you alright?" He asked.
I bit my lip, hesitating. Should I tell him?
"Who was that black haired beauty backstage?" I asked, my gut twisting as I thought about the possible answers Steven would give.
Confusion grew in his eyes for a moment, before something seemed to click inside his mind.
"She's no one, baby, just some groupie attached to Joe. Think her name is Misty Rae, or some shit like that."
I furrowed my brows. "But isn't Joe married?"
Steven chuckled. "Yeah, but that doesn't stop groupies from trying, ya know."
I nodded in understanding, still biting my lip.
"Then why did she flash me a dirty look when we arrived?"
Steven's brow furrowed adorably.
"She did?"
I nodded.
"Maybe she's jealous of you. You're a looker, baby." Steven flirted, standing in front of me.
I smirked, looking up at him. I could feel my whole body heating up at our exchange.
I didn't have to wait too long to give into my desire, because Steven did it for me. In moments I was standing up, my knees weak, as Steven pulled me to him, our lips connecting.
The familiarity was so inevitable, despite such a short time of being together. I felt like Steven was my safe haven.
However, my mind kept on pushing back the thought that for some reason, Steven was lying to me about the groupie named Misty Rae.
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"Promise to cheer me on, Rose?" Steven yelled over the small, chanting crowd of the Whiskey A Go Go.
I smiled, just as he did.
"I live for it." I replied, giving him a peck on the lips, just as the band was announced to come onstage.
Steven gave me one last wink before racing onto the stage, and grabbing his iconic, scarf wrapped microphone.
I grinned wide, loving that I was finally experiencing this from backstage.
I was completely focused on the performance, enthralled by Steven and the rest of the band.
But, I felt like I was being watched.
I raised my head in the direction that I believed it to be coming from, and met eyes with, yet again, the black beauty.
Misty Rae.
I didn't usually feel intimidated by anyone, I was a pretty self-assured woman, but for some reason, this groupie was rubbing me the wrong way.
Her eyes bore into mine for a couple of seconds, and then she did what I wouldn't have expected.
She smirked.
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"You did so amazing, babe. The crowd loved you." I raved as Steven and I were driving to the after party a couple hours later.
Steven smiled, letting out an adorable laugh.
"I love what I do. It's a high unlike any other. It totally beats any drug."
I grinned, snuggling closer into his chest.
"And I love you." I murmured absentmindedly, and a split second later, I covered my mouth in shock. The air went silent, and I felt Steven exhale from above me.
Seconds went by, and I risked a peek up at Steven. He was staring at me in genuine adoration.
"You do?" He asked in a whisper.
I know I love him, and I've told him so, but do I love him, love him? Like in love?
I nodded. "I do. I'm in love with you. I knew I've loved you my whole life, but now that I've met you, I know for sure."
I usually didn't let out my feelings so fast into a relationship, but something was different with Steven.
And I didn't mind.
Steven didn't speak, he just lifted up my chin, and kissed me so passionately that I lost my breath.
After a minute, he pulled away.
"I'm glad to hear that baby, because I'm in love with you too. I know we met not that long ago and just got together, but I feel like I've been waiting for you for forever. You're the woman I've wanted and needed my whole 67 years of life, baby."
My mouth dropped open a little, and Steven playfully put his fingers under my chin, and closed it up.
I giggled, and so did Steven.
We sat there in peaceful silence, cuddling in the car, as we continued to drive to the after party.
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