You Could Be Mine ➷ Slaxl

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Calloused fingers gliding along the fretboard, and head swaying along to the tune he created, Slash was lost amidst the universe music had brought him to. His eyes were closed as he absorbed the energy riveting through the room, secluding himself within the metronome ringing inside of his head, and the chords he strung on his guitar.

I leaned against the door, watching in pure infatuation as he descended into a slow vibe, progressively accelerating his speed as his fingers began to dance along each fret. Simultaneously picking the correct strings, he made it all look so easy. But the sweat beading down his forehead, and the wrinkles between his brows told another story.
His concentration couldn't be swayed, even as I shut the door and perched myself beside him, never once taking my eyes off in fear of missing a millisecond of his dexterous actions.

Watching him, I was taking in the image of the man I had helplessly allowed to captivate me.
The terror that struck me realizing this obscure emotion was unrivaled by just how elated his devotion made me, and it was here I realized that letting this all go would be absolutely ludicrous.

The legato tune he had substantially delved into quieted second by second until all sound had echoed away. Slowly, his eyes opened, and his lips curved into a gentle smile, urging my heart to skip about three beats.

"Was that any good?" He asked liltingly. My presence was clearly recognized as he looked directly at me, a faint blush dancing across his cheeks.

Peering amongst the swivels of onyx and chestnut in his eyes, I saw a world of adulation and amenity. I discovered passion, in which drove him to consistently pursue everything he desired, and I ventured towards the serenity he granted within his comforting presence.

There was no tension, bitterness, or vengeance in his gaze. There was perspicacity in which guided him to tolerate someone as headstrong and moronic as me.

"Of course, Slash. It.. It really was," I finally spoke, blood rushing to my cheeks as his smile only grew fonder. Shyly, he lowered his head and propped his guitar against the couch.

"I've been working on it since.. since I left," he informed, measly shrugging his shoulders in flattery.
I watched as he clasped his hands together, propping his elbows on his knees before his gaze flickered into expectancy. "Why is it you're here, Axl? Haven't you made up your mind? What is this going to do for us?"

"No, no Slash," I stammered breathlessly, instantly bowing before him with a pitiful extent of desperation in my eyes. "I don't need time. I know everything."

"Egotistical much?" Although his words were possibly true, he couldn't refrain from simpering timidly, revealing his tiny teeth as his curls bounced before his own eyes.

"More or less." I returned the smile, reaching out and cautiously taking his hand. "But when I say I know everything.. believe me."

"What is it you're so sure of?" He questioned, tilting his head innocently.

"That.. you're all I want," I blurt, mindlessly tightening my grip on his hand. I watched as the shade of brown in his eyes darkened with such intensity, his pupils dilating as they stared back at me. I could see myself through their glossed darkness, the woeful look on my face, and the apparent redness of my hair blending well with the tawniness of their complexion.

He was grounded in the present, comprehending my words with such deliberateness, yet refusing to reveal any particular emotion.

"Axl.." he released a shaky breath, and instant panic rushed through me.

Looking up at him from the floor, I recognized this scene with such horrid nostalgia. Bowing before him with pleading eyes, tears staining my cheeks, and my heart pounding out of my chest, I was a saint worshipping him in hopes of acquiring the sentiment I desired. He was a ruler, holding the ability to destruct my heart with only one motion.

"Just say something, Saul," I pleaded, "Say anything!"

But he didn't say anything.

Instead, he slid off of the chair, leveling with me on the hardwood floor. His mouth broadens with a taunting grin as he presses his forehead against mine, releasing a soft chuckle. I stared at him wide-eyed and perplexed, unsure of whether or not he was making a mockery out of my madcap behavior.

"I knew you'd cave," he finally speaks, his voice heightened with pure elation. I pull back, narrowing my eyes at him in sudden shock.

"You what?"

"I strongly hold the belief that you- Axl Rose- can't resist me at any cost," he spoke tellingly, his grin subsiding to a cocky smirk. My lips part in shock as heat flares to my cheeks, perhaps reddening my face extensively.

"Egotistical much?" I mocked, my voice coated with offense, yet my face vividly expressing amusement.

He said nothing as he cupped my cheeks, pulling me closer to him as our lips collided, a rush of adrenaline surfacing within me as I melted into him. His arms snaked around my torso, yanking me atop his lap as I pressed myself into his body. The warmth emanating off of him and the faint smell of cigarettes succumbed me into a feeling of pure satisfactory.

Holding one another on the floor of the vacant studio, bodies intwined and lips dancing together, I never felt so complete.

For once, I had him for myself, unbothered by my fear of losing him, and audaciously living by Matt's motto.

And it felt just like heaven.
A serenity.
A paradise.

He pulls away, a boyish grin playing on his lips as I lean into him breathlessly. His calloused fingertips run through my hair as his nose softly brushes against my own. He holds me closer, as if I would run from his arms in spur of the moment.

"Axl," he breathes out, his voice lower and suggestive. I open my eyes, just as his close in content with the doting contact.

I hum in response, nuzzling my face into the crook of his neck, sighing as his hands drift through my hair with such tenderness.

"You know.. you could still be mine?"

I look up, watching as his eyelids flutter open with anticipation. I couldn't help but grin stupidly as I nodded my head with sudden excitement.

"I'm yours, Slash.. I'm only yours."

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A/N

!THIS ISN'T THE END!

One more chapter left to go, and I promise it will be purely dedicated to Slash and Axl, because I need some fluff in my life.

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Till next time..

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