The Vault

Mick Jagger One Shot - (requested)

April 22, 1968

"Emilie, darling, can you come here for a moment? There are a few people I'd like you to meet!" 

I stared in the mirror for one more second, fixing up my appearance before I headed out of the bedroom to where my name was being called. My firey orange curls framed my thin face in a way they never had before, and strangely, I liked it even though it was a result of terrible bed-head. My black glasses, for once, made my green eyes glow brightly - I'd never seemed so… So… old before. Though I'm only 16, I appear as though I'm in my twenties! I liked this new me… I suppose this is all just apart of the after-glow of losing your virginity. My boyfriend, Mick, and I had finally taken our relationship to the next level, and I'd never been so happy. 

I'd gotten so lost in my day dreams from the previous night that I hadn't seen, or rather heard, Mick pop his head in around the bedroom door, smiling at me happily. 

"Emilie, baby, are you alright?"

"Hmm?" I smiled, pushing my glasses up the bridge of my nose and turning around so I was facing my gorgeous lover. "Yes, I'm fine. I guess I was just caught in a day dream."

"What were you thinking of then?" He smirked cheekily, coming over towards me and wrapping his arms around my waist. He leant his head down and kissed my neck softly while his hand roamed down and squeezed my bum, his hot breath rolling down my neck. "A few memories of last night? Darling, if you'd like, we could relive them-"

"You dog," I chuckled, kissing him softly before pulling myself out of his embrace. "Yes, I was thinking about how lovely you are, but isn't there someone you want me to meet? I'm sure we don't have time to-"

"Oi, Mick! Don't tell me you two are shagging up there! We wanna meet the lass!"

I gave a strange sort of look to Mick as the unfamiliar voice called to us. All he simply did was grin cheekily and intertwine his fingers in the spaces between mine and tug, so we were on our way out of the room. 

As soon as we made our way out of the bedroom and onto the landing which lead from the steps down into the living room, I saw a few pairs of legs, clad in tight jeans and biker boots of sorts. 

Before we could descend the steps, I looked at Mick with a nervous expression before whispering the words "Your band?", to which he nodded happily. 

I'd never met the band before, though we've been dating for about three months already. I'd asked to meet them several times before, which lead up to a big fight with lots of yelling and arguing - I'd assumed that he was embarrassed to be with me, which broke my heart in so many ways that I was tempted to break up with him. Finally, Mick shouted at me that he didn't want me meeting them because he was afraid that they'd find me just as gorgeous as he did and that he was afraid they'd try to steal me from him. My heart melted with endearment and I promised that if I could meet them, I wouldn't even dare let them take me from him - I loved him far too much for that to happen.

We continued down the stairs hand in hand, only for me to come face to face with four extremely attractive blokes. They all grinned at me, their expressions mixed with devilish smirks and sweet smiles of endearment. I giggled and waved at them, smiling nervously. 

"Hi guys," I blushed, shying away a bit. 

"Well hello, dear." I looked at the man who was away from the rest of them, laying across the sofa with his feet kicked up and a cigarette hanging from his lips. He had long dark hair and equally dark and mysterious eyes. I knew exactly who he was as I'd seen the Rolling Stones in concert many times before.  He was Keith Richards, the mysterious guitar player that all of the females swooned over. "It's lovely to finally meet you… Mick here had told us loads about you."

The way all the boys sniggered at his little remark made me feel terribly self-conscious, but I decided not to act like the little girl I quite felt like. It's no secret that I was surrounded by a group of men who were all older than me by several years, and who were obviously more mature than me. This was my time to show that I was right for Mick, despite our age difference, and that I was mature enough to be around them, despite my young age. 

"Oh, has he?" I rose an eyebrow, smirking softly as I turned to look at Mick. He blushed as I held an air of arrogance, annoyance and maturity in my voice. "Well, I'd just love to hear what he's told you."

"Ohh, only some sweet, rather girly things about how perfect you are." Another one, who I recognized as Brian Jones, grinned. 

"And how funny, and sweet and kind you are." Mr. Charlie Watts giggled rather adorably. 

"And he certainly didn't skimp out how fucking gorgeous you are," Keith finally stood up and strolled over to me, walking around me almost menacingly as he looked me up and down. "Now, I thought he was just fucking with us, but wow I was wrong… You really are something special."

"Keith…" Mick growled low as I stepped closer into Mick, getting as far from Keith as possible. I know that Mick and Keith are best friends so they never really got mad at one another, but I couldn't help but to feel guilty that I was the reason that Mick was getting strangely angry at his best friend. I didn't want to start an argument between them. 

Keith stared at me and Mick for a moment before bursting out laughing. 

"She's a keeper mate! Any girl that could resist me coming onto them is either a lesbian, or in love! She's definitely a keeper mate… Congrats!" 

He and the rest of the band howled with laughter as I blushed the deepest shade of red and buried my face in Mick's neck embarrassingly. 

"Oh god, I'm going to kill you blokes." Mick laughed as he rubbed my back soothingly. He chuckled and kissed my forehead, whispering to me sweetly. "I told you they're not all that bad… A couple of bloody wankers, they are, but they're not all that bad once you get to know them."

"No, I suppose they're not." I chuckled and looked at the group, still dying of laughter.