The Rolling Stones' imagines

(Brian) Moonlight Affair

A/N: I couldn't help myself and wrote another Brian one shot 😅. Bill is next so stay tuned for that one!

Very loosely inspired by the song Moonlight Affair by Silent Circle (bc I adore 80s dance music— thanks mom—  as well & while listening to it, pictured Brian so here ya go) but don't listen to it while reading because it's distracting and doesn't really follow the plot of the song lol I just thought woah a secret affair that's interesting 🤔

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He couldn't recall the moment prior to setting his eyes on her. It was the end of an unsuccessful recording when they were interrupted and gathered together for an announcement. Brian had never believed in love at first sight yet felt peculiar the second their paths crossed.

Bright eyes and radiating youth; first introduced as simply someone to provide help and play necessary backup instruments (and vocals) for the album yet Brian payed no attention the second their manager stepped aside and she was brought forward. Her nervous gaze lingered across the room and she shared brief and tight lipped smiles with the rest of the band. "How do you do?" She muttered finishing shaking hands with Charlie and then her eyes were on his and she swore her breath was knocked out of her.

She wasn't a believer in fate. She thought it to be a puzzle she couldn't bother with yet swore the moment she stepped into the studio that she was a goner for the golden haired boy with scarves wrapped around his torso and heavy chains around his neck. Of course she had seen him through photographs but they did no justice to the true beauty standing before her. Photos were blurry and hardly detailed and looking at the bags under his eyes and the transition of blond locks in his hair, she thought him to look much more fascinating and real. "Mr. Jones," she spoke— as if it was in her destiny to. "A pleasure to meet you."

Then their palms touched in an innocent hand shake and a warmth fire spread and ran up and down her veins and through the tips of his fingers. Her smile was intoxicating and he felt drawn to return the charming grin. He wanted to say something but truth be told his mouth was dry in a puzzling discovery and he couldn't begin to form a sentence (much less a word). All too soon she pulled away, casual to onlookers yet a beat too late for her and Brian to acknowledge they lingered. He found himself wanting to have contact with her once more as she brushed past him to take a seat. He listened to the sound of her boots clacking on the wooden floor.

"So what can you play?" Keith curiously asked and leaned his weight towards the sound system behind him; no doubt trying to appear cool. Judging by her quick scan of him earlier she was not impressed and subconsciously he patted his pockets for cigarettes. Then he remembered he left them inside the booth and that required walking past her. So he crossed his arms and nervously picked at a scab on his elbow instead.

Brian could have swore she smirked at the question before it disappeared and watched as she gently placed a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"Quite a few things actually." It was a vague answer and she knew it but why waste the energy explaining each instrument when she could show them during sessions? She was no Brian Jones however and speaking of the blond, felt his gaze on her. She met his stare and was pleased when he didn't turn away just as the others had.

"She's a gifted player. Anything she picks up can be worked into a pretty tune." Their manager beamed with satisfaction. Brian became all the more curious. It was interesting when someone shared a similar talent as his. Interpreting her smirk from earlier he came to the conclusion she was quite proud of herself. And she should be. Mastering one instrument was hard enough, let alone tons more. He might even begin to come to the studio on time and early if it meant closed off sessions where they'd be able to play together. Maybe then they'd finally listen to what he could offer. He was no idiot. He knew he wasn't being recorded anymore. That's why he didn't bother to even show up.