I F*ing Love You Axl Rose

I Fucking Love You Axl Rose

“Wheeee! Come on, Axl, you have to try this. It's even more fun when you're adult!” I spun around, the LA night whirling in a sickening sea of colors. I had so much booze I can't remember what street we were on. Maybe it was Barkely? No, 34th! Wait… I thought I saw a sign reading Lavergne...haha. That’s funny.

I could see him: porcelain face, fiery copper hair, bright eyes. They were the prettiest shade of blue...or was it green? Ah, I can't remember, but they're pretty, trust me. Water droplets splashed everywhere, soaking my ankles and socks. So cold, but so cool! Fuck, I drank way too much. But those margaritas were so amazing!

“Tracii, stop it. You’re gonna get sick carrying on like that. Plus, it's fucking 3 am and you're underage. And I ain't going to jail for you, sorry.” Axl said sternly, trying to avoid the huge puddles on the ground. It had just poured while we were in the Rainbow, and the purple-gray sky was threatening to dump more on us. Let it, it'll be just like swimming. I think. And I'll be with Axl. He makes me feel so warm and wonderful, even when he's scolding me. Plus he bought me alcohol, so there's that too.

I danced over to him and jumped in a puddle right next to him, splashing him. He squawked. Haha that was funny. He was dripping and he looked pissed. I giggled. Oops.

“Agh! Goddammit, Tracii, what the fuck?! That's the last time I buy you any booze! Shit!” Axl snapped, shaking water out of his eyes and trying to brush it off his leather pants. Aww, now he looked like a pissed off wet cat. He glared at me, but it didn't scare me. I know him too well; he's not going to hurt me. I hope.

“Come on, Axl, don't be such a sourpuss. Spin with me!” I grabbed his hands and tried to twirl with him. He protested as I dragged him around with me. The alleyway we were in was dark, except for the orange lights bouncing off the enormous puddles. Just ripe for jumping in! But spinning first! Wow, those margaritas are awesome, even though I feel kinda sick. As long as I don't throw up on Axl, I'm good. He's special. I really like him and I don't want him to be covered in puke. Then he'd get mad, I bet. And yell. Yeah, definitely yell.

“Ow ow, Tracii, quit it! You're hurting my wrists!” Axl cried as I spun with him. “Not so hard!” I loosened my grip and wrapped my arms around his slender waist instead. It felt so curvy in my hands. We stopped spinning. I felt dizzy and he was the only thing keeping me from falling down. I could see the dusting of freckles on his nose and under his eyes. He hated them, but I think they looked cute. His eyes were clear; and oh yeah, they were green. But his white cheeks were rosy pink under the dim streetlights and he didn't look me in the face. Wow...was he always this pretty? Or am I just noticing now after downing 6 fruity drinks?

“Aww, why so embarrassed, Axl? It's not like you're naked or anything. It's just us and no one else.” I smiled, clumsily touching his damp hair. Wow, nicely said, Romeo. I tilted his chin up to look at me. And I almost lost myself in his eyes...I could feel myself sinking into them…

And that's how we fell over and landed on the wet asphalt, with me on top of him. He cried out in surprise and pain, but I had a soft landing. My bad, Axl.

“Oops, sorry.” I giggled. Even though I knocked him over, it was still kinda funny. And cute. I brushed his hair out of his face. It was still wet. And his skin looked so soft. I wanted to touch his face, so I did. Like silk. I heard his breathing speed up a little, and I could feel some of the buzz wearing off. Some, not all. I looked at him, hard. It's like I was seeing completely for the first time, even though I lived with him. He was propped on his elbows, with me in between his legs and on top of him. Wow…

“Axl, you're so cute. And pretty. Has anyone ever told you that you're pretty?” I asked him, playing with his hair. He flushed neon pink and stared down at my right knee. I tilted his chin up again. Finally, he had no choice but to look at me. I couldn't help but smile. He was pretty, so pretty.

“Tr--Tracii...someone might see...plus my ass is wet…” I barely heard him mumble. I giggled. His ass is wet...haha that's funny. Ok, so maybe I am still a little shitfaced. Oh well.

“But you're so adorable.” I mewed like a cat and nuzzled his face and neck. He was so warm, and I was starting to feel chilly. And wet.

“Tracii…”

I caressed his neck tenderly, running my hands over it. I felt his pulse pounding under my fingertips. I ran my hand down his body and placed it on his chest. I sighed.

“I can feel your heart beating…”

Wow he went red so fast. And stammered. Aww how cute. I placed both hands on his neck gently and kissed him. His lips were so soft…

Then he started kissing back. I felt his hands snake up around my back, stroking it gently. I purred into his mouth, tasting the vodka he drank and the cigarette he'd had an hour ago. Sharp, bitter but so addictive. The best thing I'd ever tasted…

“You're...such an idiot…” Axl breathed into my mouth. “But..you're MY idiot…” I licked down his throat, and nuzzled his neck, basking in his warmth, even though the rain had made it cool out.

“I...love you…” I sighed against him. “I fucking love you, Axl Rose.”

“...I love you too…”

We broke apart. I was still caressing his face and his now sopping hair. He smiled, his whole body glowing with the light of it. That was one of my favorite things about him. He also had nice hips.

“Ok, now can we go home? I love you and all, but I'm soaked and cold.” He shivered a little. I rubbed his arms the best I could with my bad coordination. The alcohol made me feel warm, but poor Axl was wearing a tank top. I stumbled off of him, moving my legs better than I had been. At least I'm not as drunk now. I took his small hand in mine, his long fingers closing in around it, and helped him up.

“Yeah, I feel better now.” I said, shaking the rainwater out of my dyed hair. I kissed his cheek. “You made me feel better cause you're pretty.” I pulled him close to me, so that we were hip to hip. He blushed again.

“You're drunk, Tracii…”

“Means absolutely nothing.” I grinned, ruffling his wet hair. “I love you, Axl.” The blush went deeper. “I REALLY love you. More than the moon, and the stars, and cherry Slurpees from 7-11.”

“Tracii, start walking.”