"What do you want to do?" Slash mumbled, his legs sprawled across the couch as an empty bottle of Jack Daniels lays on his bare carmel colored skin.
The band has been staying in an array of different hotels across the country for their tour to promote their new magnificent album they have all jus released. For their show tonight, they stayed at a hotel in Northern Wisconsin. Planning their show tonight in the city of Milwaukee. It was crisp and cool and far into the month of December. Nearing Christmas, Axl new that he had to make a move on his one and only crush, Slash.
Axl's Point of View
"We could go outside.." I say, turning my head to Slash, not moving my hips as I still stand in front of the large bay window.
Slash groaned and sat up. "But it's cold."
I chuckled and turned to him, walking towards the guitarist. "C'mon." I say, holding out my hand for him to take, hoping he takes my offer.
He takes my hand into his. Lighting bolts go through my arm. I always love when Slash and I are touching each other. When he leans against me at concert, our sweat mixing together as his ripped up fingers slide across the strings of his guitar. When he leans his head against my shoulder when we have photoshoots. And when he takes my hand, Oh, when he takes my hand.
"Get your coat, i'll get mine." I sigh as I let go of his hand and we grab our coats. He comes back over by me, pulling on a genuine leather jackets over his torso. He put on a shirt, unfortunatly. I put my denim jacket over myself also as I walk out the hotel room, holding the door open for Slash. I take his hand once again hoping he doesn't mind it as much as my nerves think he does.
We go down the steep staircase my hand in his. Thank God he didn't pull back. That'd be a total embarressment!
Together, we step outside. The snow flurries raining onto our hair. Our steps in unison as we walk out into the courtyard of the hotel's property. Slash lets go of my hands and hesitantly puts his arm around my waist. A smile grows on my lips. The lightning bolts!
I look up to him, my green eyes meeting his brown ones. Those mesmerizing eyes. Hidden slightly under his curly locks of dark brown hair.
"Slash?" I speak quietly, turning towards him so my front is against him. He keeps his arm snuggly around my waist.
"Yes?" He smiles down and leans his forehead on mine.
"Uh, well, uh." Oh God, I am never nervous for this kind of stuff.
"I love you." He quickly speaks before pressing his lips to mine.
I lean foreward, as we both close our eyes in the passionate kiss and he pulls away.
"I love you, baby." He smiles as he speaks.
"You love me?" I reply, openning my eyes to assure I wasn't hallucinating. Surly, I was not.
"Of course." He says and pulls me closer to him.
I can smell the alcohol and smoke in his breath, as he can most likely smell it in mine. And for once, it's not a foul odor to me. It's a sweet scent. That smell is always on Slash but I love that about him.
"I love you too." I speaks quietly as I lean up to his ear and lean my head on his shoulder.
The snow begins to gather onto us, although it isn't as crisp and cold as it would seem. It's more comforting and sweet being in Slash's arms. I plant small kisses along his jawline and nuzzle into the crook of his neck.
My Slash.
