The Luckycharm -A Brian May fanfiction- English

Aren't you on a diet?

                 5th February 1984
            Hotel Royal – Room 112
                  Around 9:30 a.m.

BRIAN P.O.

I open my eyes and it doesn't take me long to collect my thoughts. I have been traveling the world for years and I'm more than used to waking up every day in a different bed, in a different country and with a different girl. This time Lilibeth was my girl for one night. What a night! Maybe we risked making love on the terrace, but I really liked the idea. I take a breath and I turn to see her sleep blissfully, her long brown hair scattered on the pillow, her chest rising and falling with the slow and regular rhythm of her breathing.

Her breast is completely bared, she apparently must have moved during her sleep because tonight I arranged the blanket on her to keep her from getting cold. After we came back from the terrace, I placed her gently on the bed, I lay down next to her and we kissed for a long time before falling asleep. How much sweetness hides behind those sad and dark eyes, a sweetness that asshole of Umberto doesn't deserve, but maybe I don't deserve it either. Today I'm going back to London, to my children, to Amalia and who knows what awaits me across the Channel.

I slowly put the back of my hand on her pink cheek and I caress it. She continues to sleep for a few more seconds but then, after moaning something incomprehensible to me, she starts to open her eyes.

"Good morning Lilibeth" I whisper and I smile at her.
"Good...good morning Brian" she replies in a sleepy voice "Did you sleep well?" she asks me.
"Very well and you?"
"Very well too, thanks"

She stretches her arms, she yawns and sighs: "How are you?" she asks me again, looking at me nostalgically, she knows that I'll be forced to leave her in a little more than an hour.

"I'm...I'm fine and you?"
"Well... I'm fine too"

She lowers her eyes and she bites her lip. It's my fault, I know, it's my fault if she still suffers. I caress her again, maybe to feel less guilty, my hand slowly goes down on her neck and it reaches her bare breast, but as soon as my fingers touch her nipples.

"Ohi!" she exclaims softly, but not enough to stop me to hear her.
"What's wrong? Did I hurt you?"
"Oh no... it's nothing, don't worry" she tells me and she covers her chest with her arms.

"It's not true. Let me see"

I sit down on the bed and I gently move her arms to understand what happens: many tiny red crusts have appeared around her nipples and I'm sure they weren't there last night because I looked at her very well and I would have noticed them.

"You could have told me that you have delicate breast, I would have played less with it, I'm sorry" I apologize.
"No, don't worry, it's not your fault, it's that... it's that it was so beautiful, I couldn't have told you to stop"

Her gaze is so intense, so beautiful that I can't stop looking at her. I lose myself in her big and sad dark eyes and she does with mine the same, staring at my hazel eyes.

"You are the most beautiful girl I ever made love with, don't you know?" I say to her.
"Who knows to how many girls you said it" she reply skeptical.
"Don't you trust with me?" I ask her while my right hand places on her breast to caress it.
"Oh no, but you're a rock star after all"
"You are a rock star too, Lilibeth"
"Exactly, that's why I know you so well, because I'm like you, I'm exactly like you Brian"

She lifts up her arms and sinks her fingers in my dark curls, inviting me to bow my head to kiss her gently. And I kiss her. My hands slowly go down on her soft hips, my lips place on her velvety skin, they touch her neck, her breast and immediately make her small nipples popped-up: I don't have to play with them this time, I don't have to forget it.