Too Young To Fall In love | Mötley Crüe

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Los Angeles, 1981. 

Her feet carried her towards the hallway which led off to two bedrooms, she entered the first one she could reach (there were smashed bottles and people lying in front of the other) and padded softly towards the left-hand side where she could see the silhouette of someone lying beneath the bed covers. "Nikki?" She whispered as she lightly crawled onto the small space beside him, recognising him by the smell of his cologne and preferred choice of poison, Jack Daniels. "What?" He asked simply, sighing as he instinctively reached his arm out to wrap around her before she could fall off the edge of the mattress. "You're going to fucking fall." He mumbled tiredly.

"Can I sleep in here, please?" She asked softly, continuing to whisper as she shuffled her body onto the bed, lying down closely by Nikki's side as she shared his pillow with him. He frowned for a moment as he opened his eyes and squinted, glancing briefly over his shoulder as he moved his hand to feel for anybody or anything behind him. He then slumped back down and brought his arms in front of him, tugging the duvet up to his neck as he closed his eyes again. "Mm. Sure." He replied. She curled away from him, her back to him as she wrapped her arms around her tummy, squeezing her eyes shut as she yawned. "Thanks." She added quietly as the room became still. Nikki opened his eyes again, staring at the back of her head for a moment before he took pity on her and threw her a corner of the blanket to wrap over herself. He then came up behind her, lazily slipping a hand up underneath her shirt to cup one of her breasts, holding it as if it were a comfort blanket as he went back to sleep.

Sunlight shone through the partly drawn curtains, which were torn in several places, had some questionable stains lining their cheap material & were doing an all-round shit job at keeping light out. Nikki let out an agitated groan as his face was illuminated by the sun which had risen almost to it's highest point as it neared twelve o'clock. "Fucking asshole, who the fuck do you think you are?" He growled in irritation as he dragged the duvet up over his and the young females head as he complained, mumbling in annoyance to himself. 

"The sun?" The young female pointed out matter of factly as she quietly began to laugh, stretching her arms out above her head as she peered at Nikki with a tired smile beneath the sheets. "He's a fuckin' asshole." He mumbled as he continued to frown across at her with sleep still in his eyes. Nikki quietly sighed as he scooted closer to her, lifting her t-shirt with a simple flick of his hand before he laid his head down against her breasts; using them as if they were pillows. "You have a very comfortable pair of tits, you know that?" He mumbled just after he shut his eyes, his lips remaining slightly parted as he tried to drift back to sleep. "Thanks, Nikki." The young woman replied softly, undeniably flustered but flattered by his abrupt compliment. She began to run her fingertips through the parts of his hair that had lost their matted tease, her own eyes closing again once more as she tried to allow herself to be carried back to sleep.