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Imagine being at The Door's concert back in the 60's. You were lucky enough to be on the front row and you couldn't believe Jim Morrison was right there. And he kept looking right at you. He sang each song flawlessly, meeting your eyes every now and again, making you lose your mind. He wrapped up "Light My Fire" and the crowd went wild. He gave everyone a smile then grabbed the mic from its stand and leaned down right in front of you, his dark eyes filled with lust.
"I wanna see you backstage," he said into the mic.
You felt a chill up your spine as you nervously nodded up at him. He smirked happily and went back up to start the next song. After the show was over you didn't know where to go, so you just waited near the stage door. You looked around, tapping your foot and fiddling your fingers nervously. You started to wonder whether you had imagined the whole thing or not when someone grabbed your wrist and pulled you through the door.
The next thing you knew you were looking into those dark eyes again while he had both of his hands on either side of you, pinning you to the wall.
"I was beginning to think you wouldn't show up," he said with a smirk, "I'm glad to see you did."
You were speechless.
You tried to think of something to say, something remotely sexy but all you could manage was, "Me too."
He let out a little laugh as his eyes slowly made their way from your eyes to your lips.
"What's your name?" He asked.
"(Y/n)," you breathed as you watched his lips.
"I like that."
His lips smashed into yours, taking your breath away completely. You felt as though you were going to faint against him, but fought to keep conscious. His lips were moving hot and fast against yours, but you were intent on keeping up with him. He smiled against you, impressed. He gave your lips a break and moved to your neck, focusing on your sweet spot. You let out a moan as he nipped lightly at the skin of your neck, pressing you tightly against the wall.
"I'm Jim, by the way," he said against your neck, making you laugh.
