Twisted - Tangled Limbs Sequel (Shannon Leto Fanfiction)

Chapter 19

(Trigger Warnings: Language)

(Shannon's POV)

I woke up to a pleasant sight the next morning, a nicely formed landscape of peaks and valleys. Missi was lying naked, half on her side, and that impressive little ass was just begging for a smack. I resisted my temptation since she was sleeping so peacefully. My bride-to-be had become quite a vixen since I'd proposed and although it perplexed me, her being less reserved suited me just fine.

She deserved more than the quick proposal I'd blurted out, even though it had danced through my head since she'd returned. I planned on making that happen without any ulterior motives, like even more inhibition. But I can't say there weren't times when I wanted to dominate her beyond the way she wanted last night. Odds were that she'd likely have the same reaction as last time though, and Michael had no doubt made the possibility of that reversing itself even less. It wasn't a big concern. I loved her and was totally content with everything she'd already given of herself.

I crept downstairs and let Maggie out, having whisked her into her cage without letting her outside. I hadn't anticipated falling asleep after satisfying my she-devil, but I was beat. I went outside with Maggs and pondered what I could do to make this proposal more appropriate. My thoughts drifted back to the domestic partnership proposal and then I knew exactly how I wanted to proceed.

I arrived at Jared's early, ready to face whatever he'd dish out once I told him I was getting married. He and I had similar distastes when it came to marriage, agreeable on a few specific things for the most part. We'd grown up without any stable male role model in our home and had come to rely on each other for guidance, whether good or bad. Neither of us wanted children who might end up living that life if a marriage didn't work out. I loved kids but wasn't sure about loving them quite so much 24/7. I was a creature of habit and habits, some of which I didn't know if I wanted to risk passing down. That wouldn't be an issue with Missi. She'd been there and done that and, in her words, that had been taken care of years ago.

'You're here early. It makes me think you might be masochistic.' Brittany joked.

'Not exactly.' I chuckled. 'I was hoping to catch Jay before anyone else arrived.'

'Then you're in luck. He should be done showering soon.'

Amusingly enough we smelled him before we saw him.

'Packing a little Gucci today?' I snickered.

'I feel somewhat obligated to wear the product now and then, and Brittany likes it.' He countered. 'What brings you by so early?'

'There's something I need to tell you.'

'Do you want me to leave you two alone?' Brittany asked.

'No, you might as well hear it now too.' I replied.

'Oh Christ, don't even tell me you're blowing off the tour. We're already down one person.' He said angrily.

'No, it has nothing to do with that.'

'Then for fuck sake what?' He snapped.

'I'm getting married.' I replied.

He looked like someone had slapped him in the face and it took a while for him to respond.

'Missi?'

'No, Jeanie dumb ass.' I teased.

'When?'

'Between the US and Europe.'

'That's really bad timing bro. That won't only be hard to fit in, imagine the reaction all the women who follow you might have. We could lose thousands of fans! That's just not happening.' He replied and started pacing.