𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 ✄𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐤𝐢 𝐬𝐢𝐱𝐱

✄ 23 ✄

Clark Street, 1981.
(Gwen's point of view)

The morning light arose but I wasn't disturbed by it. Nothing disturbed me that night I slept in the same bed as Nikki fuckin' Sixx.

My eyelids peeled open to the sight of him laying next to me in the late morning. He laid on his stomach with his one arm stretched out so it laid over my waist while the other was placed under his pillow. His breaths were shallow, so he was still asleep. His hair was all over the place. It stuck up in ways I didn't know hair could stand. He looked like an adorable, oversized troll in my opinion.

I yawned and stretched myself only to feel the damage that had been done a few hours prior to this moment. I felt more calm than I usually would but the soreness in between my legs was something I could barely handle. I checked myself to see if there was any blood but there was nothing. Only the stinging sensation was left behind after we fucked to our heart's content.

I carefully removed myself from my small sized bed that seemed to be a lot smaller since I had to share it with Nikki. I made sure to not wake him after removing myself. I started digging through my dresser drawers to find a new set of undergarments, shirt, and pants as quietly as possible.

Once I successfully found my outfit for the day, I exited my room to go to the bathroom and do the necessities. I showered myself until I smelled of peaches. I brushed my teeth to rid myself of the bitter taste in my mouth. Afterwards, I dressed myself in my denim jeans and a red fitting shirt.

Nothing too flattering but also nothing too casual.

I exited the bathroom and started brushing my damp hair. As I did this, I saw Nikki still laying in my bed with his eyes closed. He laid on his back with his arm in the same place where my body was before. He looked absolutely peaceful with his breathing being shallow and the faint snores coming from his slightly parted mouth. I laid the hairbrush on my dresser as I admired his sleeping self.

I stepped into my small room again only to hoist my leg over the mattress and his hips and lean over him.
"Nikki," I dragged out with a smile forming on my lips as I said it.

He didn't dare open his eyes. He let out a short hum. I moved my hair to the side and leaned closer to his face to press small kisses on his cheekbones and jawline.
"Wake up." I said with a giggle.

He hummed a "no". I stopped pressing kisses on his jawline to give him a glance. He had a faint smile on his lips. I started to press kisses lower under his jaw. I moved down his neck with each kiss I made, making him more awake with each one.

"How about now?" I asked.

Again, he hummed but I didn't hear a "no" come from him, so I kept going. I used my free hand to run it up and down his flat stomach but when I got to the end of his sternum, I saw his eyelids flutter open.