Come And Save Me, Tonight.

My Girl

We pulled up to Steven's home about 15 minutes later. Steven lived in a gorgeous home. It was about 3 or 4 stories high, was extravagant, and was everything you'd expect Steven Tyler's home to be. 

"Oh my god.." I gasped as we pulled into the driveway. I stepped out of the car, and marvelled at the sight. 

"Yeah, she's a beauty, ain't she?" Steven giggled. "Come inside, we can unpack the car later!"

We walked up to the front door, and Steven grabbed two keys out of his pocket. The one that wasn't attatched to his key ring, he handed to me. 

"This is your key. Would you like to do the honors?" He grinned, as he handed me the key.

I ginned as I put the key into the lock, and opened the doors of my new home. 

When I got inside, I was shocked at the grandiose interior.

There were large tapestries, and pictures, grafitting the walls. Everything was polished and shiny, almost like a museum. The furniture was very modern, almost futuristic. 

"It's so..... so Steven." I laughed, as I turned and kissed him. 

"Welcome home, Baby." he smiled. "Come, I want to show you something." He grinned wickedly

He led me down a long corridor, and then down a flight of steps, We stopped at a lavish set of french doors. 

"Close your eyes!" Steven said, hardly containing his excitement. I did as I was told, and then Steven stood behind me, and put his hands over my closed eyes, so ensure that I wasn't peeking.

"What? You don't trust me?" I laughed

"No peeking!" He giggled like a little school girl. 

I heard Steven open the large doors, and he pushed me into the room. I could smell a very farmiliar scent as I walked in, and I noticed it was the incense I usually burned back in the apartment. I heard him flick on a light switch, and a humming sound came to life somewhere in a corner of the room. 

"Okay.. 3.....2.....1!" Steven said as he lifted his hands from my face and I opened my eyes. 

I looked around me in shock.

I was standing in the center of a very large recording studio, decorated the exact same way as the one I had in my apartment. On a stand next to a very large Marshall, was my 59' Les Paul. I tried so hard not to cry, but before I could even think about hiding my emotions, tears were pouring down my face.

"It's wonderful. Oh my god It's perfect. Steven you didn't have to!" I cried. "Thank you so much. I love you so much, oh my goodness, thank you!" I leaped into his arms.

"You're welcome, Baby, anything for you!" He said, wiping away my tears. "I love you so much." He bent down and kissed me. "Oh, theres something else I want to show you too."

"What is it?" I asked

"The bedroom." He grinned and winked. He picked me up, so I could wrap my legs around his waist, and carried me up the steps and down a long hallway, untill we reached another set of large french doors. With one hand, Steven held me to him, and with the other, he opened the doors. I couldn't see much, because I was still facing Steven, but from what I could see, the room was decorated beautifully. Steven had a knack for decorating. He threw me onto a large four poster bed, with silk sheets, and a black leopard duvet. He climbed on top of me, sending a trail of kisses up my neck, until he made his way to my lips. He hovered above me, his lips just centimeters from mine.

"And this..." Steven paused, grinning wildly, "Is where we'll sleep. Together. No more bad dreams, Baby." he kissed me passionately.

He ran his hands up and down my body, stroking my curves, softly. I unbuttoned his shirt, and he shrugged it off. With his help, I unbuttoned his pants, and got them off, and he unbuttoned mine. Seconds later, I felt him inside me. This was my serenity. We moved as one. Perfectly intertwined. I'm his, and he is mine. We were together in ecstacy, and once again, he found my kryptonite. With a final thrust, Steven called out my name. "Mia." he whispered.

I laid on his chest drawing circular patterns on his bare skin with my finger, when he asked me a rather odd question..

"Hey, babe?" 

"Yes, my love?" I answered him

"Why aren't you getting pregnant?" He continued staring at the ceiling

I proped myself up on my elbow to look at him, but he didn't move at all. He just continued to stare ahead.

"Well.... I'm on birth control, Babe. I'm only 21. I'm not ready to be a mother." I looked down, a little embarrassed. 

He shifted over, and rolled on top of me.

"I love you. And some day, I want to be the father of your children. But only when you're ready." He smiled.

Wow. He loved me that much? He actually want's to have kids with me? This shocked me. 

"You're my girl. And I want nothing but the best for you." He cupped my face and kissed me.