Tattoo'd Lady (A Brian May Fanfiction) -English-

Good neighborly relationships

SMUT

You shook me all night long.
You shook me so hard, baby...

Now that my eyes are only a few millimeters from her ankle, they see a tattoo, but not a tattoo, no, they see the tattoo, that bordeaux seahorse with black edges and the emerald eye that only one girl I know has imprinted on her skin: Lilibeth.

I take off her the stocking and drop it on the floor, she puts her right foot on the floor and watches me stare at her. Now that I've understood who she is, this makes me even more agitated, my heart not beat, but it trembles, it beats like a jackhammer in my chest.

"Lilibeth" I whisper "You are... you are Lilibeth" and my gaze instinctively rests on her tattoo.

She smiles at me, she realizes she was discovered, but she still returns to her bed and straddles on me again.

"We don't need it anymore" she whisper softly, taking off the mask and letting it slip into her cloud of brown hair "I got caught like an amateur"

"As a lovely amateur" I point out.

"Thank you for the direct compliment, Mr. Brian Harold May" she replies and is she about to get up, but "Ah!" she exclaims and straddles on me again "I almost forgot: your friend told me to do this to conclude"

She brings both her hands behind her back, to the lacing of her bra. She looks at me mischievously as she fumbles with the tails of the bra and I don't know if I have to look at her eyes or further down. What a dilemma!

You shook me all night long...

On the final notes of the riff of Jimmy Page, Lilibeth's bra falls to the floor. I close my eyes for a few seconds, maybe when I'll open them again I'll be alone in my bed, telling myself that it was just a beautiful dream. But, on the contrary, when I open them again she's still here, she's straddling on me, half"naked and staring at me with flirty eyes. I clench my fists and I sigh heavy, now it's important to stay calm and understand what her intentions are.

"Did he... did my friend tell you anything else?" I ask her and maybe I've understood who this friend is.
"No, nothing else. From this moment it's... it's all at our discretion" she replies me in a whisper You...what do you think about it?"
"Well, I..." I stop and slowly my face gets closer to hers "... I've always thought that it is very important to maintain good neighborly relationships"

She smiles at me and I too smile at her, stopping my lips so close to hers so I can breathe her breath. I can't believe I'm going to do it with a fan of mine. I'm not the kind of guy who classifies people into categories, but I've always tried to entertain good and serious bonds with our fans, above all with our female fans. And where is the seriousness in what we're about to do? Because I know we're going to do it: there's silence between us, there's tension in the air, that one and stupendous tension that you can breathe before loving someone and she's the girl I want to love. Beyond everything, beyond being a fan of Queen, she's a girl, she's the beautiful girl I want to love.

"Brian you... you can do it" she whispers to me.
"What?"
"What you're about to do. I want it too Brian, I want it since I saw you at the Rainbow"

I hold her tightly, she sinks her hands in my dark curls and we kiss. My fingers slowly come down her back and they reach her butt to tighten it, it's since when I saw her come in this room that I wanted to do it.

"You are beautiful Lilibeth, really beautiful" I whisper in her ear and my lips come down on her chin, on her neck and reach the breast.

Her hands instead abandoned my curls and they come down to loose me of my shirt: I'm still the only one to be dressed in this room. They slowly unbutton it completely and a shiver makes me tremble as soon as her fingers touch my chest to slip it away. It's been a long time I don't love a woman, that a woman doesn't love me, and do it again