Love and Leather

Chapter 40: November Rain

*part two*

-November 1987-

I was sitting in Nikki's dressing room, waiting for him to come back from the stage. I wanted to attempt to smooth things over with him. I could hear the music all the way from backstage and behind closed doors, Mötley was currently performing 'Wild Side' which meant they were a few songs away from ending the night.

I sighed as I picked at my nails, readjusting the rings on my fingers, when there was a knock on the door.

"Come in!" I yelled, not bothering to get up and answer it.

"Hey, they said I'd find you in here." I turned around as the back of the couch was facing the door. I saw Slash in the doorframe, leaning against it with a can of beer in his hand.

"Just waiting for Nikki..." I told him as he shook his head,
"Why? He was such an asshole to you at dinner." I watched as he entered the dressing room, closing the door and coming to sit right next to me on the couch.

I shrugged, "I know...but our fight the night before got out of hand." I mumbled as I looked over at his low hazy eyes, I knew that look. Nikki always has that look.

My eyes traveled down his bare torso, before looking at the crease of elbow. They were bruised and I could see a little pinhole that looked fresh.

"You too?" I asked quietly, finger running over the abused skin. He moved away from my touch.

"Sixx. He offered." He explained, looking away from me and putting the can of beer on the table aside us, "Well, showed me the other night. I've never felt anything like it before." He explained as I rolled my eyes.
Do I just have a thing for junkie rockstars?

"Be careful with that stuff, wouldn't want to see you fuck yourself up." I told him as he smiled at me.

"Thanks for caring." He said, putting his hand on the side of my face.

"I like you, Vanity." I listened to him, watching his hand grip my thigh before running his fingers along the inner part of my legs.

I gave him a sweet smile, "I could treat you so much better than a guy who doesn't appreciate you." He retorted as I swallowed the lump in the back of my throat. I nodded in understandment as he put his hand under my chin, gripping it to make me look at him.

"He clearly doesn't see what's in front of him. You're so damn beautiful, you've got a heart of gold. You could be my girl, and I wouldn't be scared of it like he is. Nikki is fucked up in the head."

I pulled away from his touch, "Don't talk about him like that." I of course, defended Nikki. I always did when he wasn't around.

"Angel, c'mon. How long are you gonna play this cat and mouse game with him?" He questioned as I shook my head,
"Slash, stop. You don't know what you're talking about." I ordered as he nodded.

"You're right. I don't. But I know how guys like Nikki are. They string you around, promising you all the wonderful things in the world, but at the end of the day fails to fulfill those promises."  He said as I listened to him.

"First, you think he's changing for you and that he's actually trying to make you happy. Make you think he wants the relationship. Spending money on lavish gifts for you, taking you out to the best places, traveling, buying you a nice house." I stared at him as he sipped on his beer, his hands were getting dangerously close to the hem of my skirt, fingers fumbling with it.