The Girl Gunner?

Chapter Thirteen

My eyes fluttered open, gasping as I felt a warm feeling between my legs, hair gently tickling my inner thighs. A breathy moan slipped past my lips, my head comfortably laying back down against my pillow — enjoying the feelings. I heard a muffled hum in content, the sound vibrating through to my core. Another sharp gasp sounded from me as his tongue hit exactly the right spot, my toes curling in pleasure.

"Yes, right there..." I breathed, my hand clamping over my mouth as I felt myself getting closer.

I felt his tongue move faster, my spare hand joining my other over my mouth. My back arched forcefully, muffling a moan with my hands as I came. I breathed heavily, letting my hands fall to my sides. A small smile graced my lips as I let out a long exhale.

I felt him crawl up from under the covers, a grin on his lips as he gently continued to crawl up my body to kiss my lips.

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My eyes shot open, breathing rather heavily as I sat up. I regretted it moments later as my head pounded, groaning heavily as I massaged my temples.

I decided to get up, feeling nauseous as I walked into the kitchen. Duff was cooking a greasy breakfast for all of us. Somehow; he was rather alert and didn't really look hungover, just tired.

He smiled when he saw me. "Morning sunshine," he teased, turning around to the tap to fill up a glass of water and retrieve an aspirin from a drawer. He handed the two to me.

"Thanks Duff," I mumbled, taking the aspirin and chugging the water. He nodded in reply. There was a slightly awkward silence.

"So, do you always do this for everyone after a night of drinking?" I asked, moving to sit up on the bench. He turned back to the stove.

"Not always, hardly ever. Slash and I are usually the ones that are the most hungover, surprise, surprise," he joked, flipping the bacon.

I chuckled. He did like his vodka. I didn't doubt it.

I looked around, no one was awake yet, so it was just Duff and I. The food was making me hungry.

"So, last night, I don't know if you remember, but you were telling me about Charlotte. I must admit, you've intrigued me," Duff mumbled sheepishly, cracking eggs into the pan.

I groaned. "Yeah, I vaguely remember," I mumbled, biting my lip before continuing, "she lives with me. I can take you around one day for a visit so you can introduce yourself if you really want to," I shrugged.

Duff smirked at that, "That'd be great."

I just chuckled. Charlotte would like that too.

There was another moment of silence until Duff spoke up again. "Oh, yeah, Nellie. We have a fairly small tour of America coming up. It's not too big."

I bit my lip, a little nervous at the sheer thought of playing to people. duff obviously saw my nervousness.

"Don't sweat it, Nellie. There's a lot of rehearsal coming up. You'll be 'right."

I nodded, sighing softly as I watched Duff plate up everyone's food. I heard footsteps throughout the house and my face heated up upon seeing Steven and Slash make their way out into the kitchen. I diverted my eyes away from Steven. I couldn't even dare to look at him after dreaming that dream about him.

"Morning, Nellie!" Steven beamed, although his voice wasn't as enthusiastic and loud as usual since he was a little hungover.

Slash just sent me a sexy smirk as a greeting.

"Morning, Steven," I mumbled softly, blushing as I spoke, nervously playing with the hem of my shirt.

"Looks like someone's had a sexy dream, Steven," Slash taunted in a hazy voice, brushing his hair out of his face haphazardly. He looked still a little drunk.

I only blushed deeper, looking away sheepishly when Steven giggled.

"Stop it, Slash. You're embarrassing her!" Steven scolded playfully, walking around to sit on the bench next to me, throwing his arm around my shoulder. It was still a mystery on how Slash had picked up on my dream. It was like he was a mind reader or something.

I laughed nervously at Steven, wanting nothing more than to shove his arm off me. He was a bit heavy. But on he other hand, I just wanted to take him into my room and make my dream a reality.

You see, I do want to be with Steven. One hundred percent. But I just am not good at relationships, let alone flirting. I don't know how to even initiate something with Steven. I feel like I'm leading him on after that kiss.

Ugh, why does this have to be so confusing for me?