Sweet Dreams (Marilyn Manson Love Fanfic)

Chapter 16

Raven's POV

I open my eyes slowly. I slide my hand across Marilyn's cold chest. The smell of coffee creeps into the room. I look up at Marilyn's sleeping face. His mouth is slightly open, he looks so peaceful. His hand flinches as I prop myself up on my elbow. He squeezes his eyes tighter and grunts. I roll on top of him and kiss his nose.

"R-Raven. " he mutters.

"Yeah, I'm here babe. " I say and kiss his lips softly. His lips twitch into a smile. His eyes flutter open.

"Good morning. " he says in his deep raspy voice.

"Morning. " he loosely places his arms around my waist.

"So, why are you on top of me?" He says and smirks. "Did you want something. " I roll my eyes at his innuendo.

"No, stupid. " I flick his nose and he chuckles.

"You're so cute. " he says softly and moves my hair behind my ear. I lean down and kiss his lips. He grips my waist. We kiss slowly. He licks my bottom lip for entrance. I part my lips and his tongue explores my mouth. He moans from the back of his throat. He sits up without breaking the kiss. I straddle his waist. We then jump from the sound of our door being opened.

"Oh, um-I... We made coffee. " Zim says in an awkward voice. He looks everywhere but us.

"Congratulations, Zim. " Marilyn says in a bitter voice.

"Come on, let's just go get coffee. Okay?" Marilyn gives me a weak smile and we get up. We get to the kitchenette and I place a hand on Zim's shoulder.

"Sorry, Zim. " I say and smile at him sympathetically.

"I-it's fine. " he looks to see if anybody is around. He begins to whisper. "Just that last time that happened to me I almost got kicked out of the band. Marilyn was super pissed that I walked in on him and Twiggy about to have sex. " he rubs his eyes. "I just really want to stay, y'know?"

"Don't worry. I won't Marilyn kick any of you out, I'm sorry but you guys are my friends. "

"Thanks, Raven. " he hands me a styrofoam cup full of coffee. I smile at him and go to sit with Marilyn.

"Can I have some?" Marilyn asks. I nod and take a sip before handing it to him. My phone rings and I pick it up.

"Hello?"

"It's Frank!"

"Oh, hey! "

"Hey, can you talk now or are you busy. "

"I have time to talk. " I say and lay my head on Marilyn's lap.

"I miss you already. "

"I do too, Frank. I wish we could've hung out longer. "

"Same, so I was thinking- wait, when does the tour end. "

"About two and a half months. Then I don't know what I'm going to do. I've never discussed it with Marilyn. "

"Well, maybe you would like to maybe come by LA to stay for a while. "

"I'm not sure, I have to work when I get back. I need to pay rent, all that good stuff. "

"Oh," he says in disappointment. "How about this: if you ever come back and tour with then visit me and stay with me until they're done. "

"Sounds fun. " I say and chuckle.

"And if the band ever needs a director for their music videos just let them call me, I'll do it on discount. "

"Alright, see you around, Frank. "