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he wanted her so badly, more than anything. at first he only wanted to get her into bed for a night, like he did with most women, but when she rejected him the first time, then the second, then the third, and so on, his infatuation with the sultry woman only grew. it was no longer just a sexual fantasy of his, he wanted her. all of her. he wanted her to love him the way he loved her.
of course, that was no longer an option, she was no longer his for the taking. she belonged to another man, and though jim was notorious for not giving a shit when it came to that, he respected her far to much to pull anything while she was taken.
she has a way of making him feel things, feelings he had never ever felt before. the fact that he couldn't have her only made those feelings stronger. sure, he had experienced the lust of it all hundreds of times before, but he had never wanted more than a quick fuck. he laid in bed at night, fantasizing about what it would be like to be with her, and not just sexually. when he would coax a new groupie into his hotel room every night, he would imagine that it was her, in the same silky red dress as the night he met her.
he had little moments of hope here and there, like when he would crack a joke and she would put her hand on his shoulder as she laughed, or when she would endlessly compliment his appearance, but she was just a naturally flirtatious person. theses little things, however important to him, meant absolutely nothing to her and that was especially evident when he was around.
she was far more flirty with him, he was her boyfriend after all, but that didn't mean it didn't effect jim when he saw the way she would touch him, the way she would giggle when he whispered something in her ear. he didn't know why he wanted her so badly, he could have anyone he wanted, yet he only wanted her. there was just something about her that made every mans knees weak.
the boys talked about her often, inviting her out for drinks or to the occasional show. he hated the way they would speak about her, like she was a piece of meat, as if any of them deserved her. they would say the same thing every time they saw her on the weekends, 'i would do anything to get a night alone with her.' he would never participate, saying that she just wasn't that interesting to him, and they thought he was crazy.
she knew the effect she had on them, and she loved the way she was able to make men behave the way they do around her. truth be told, y/n had felt something the first time she had an encounter with the man that was jim morrison, but she ignored it purely because she was scared of him. not of him particularly, she was afraid to feel his love. he seemed like a passionate lover and she feared that it would get to be to much for her. she didn't want to have to run away from them, the band that was. they were great friends and fun to drink with, but if something happened between her and jim and it went badly, she'd be out a lover and a group of friends.
that's why she turned to him, the man she now called her boyfriend. she had chosen him because he was the exact opposite of jim. physically speaking and personality wise. he was not as charming or charismatic, not even close to as talented, he was lousy in bed and even worse out of it. he truly had nothing going for him except for the fact that it was easy to fake it around him. easy to pretend she felt something for him. she feared that if she continued faking it for to long that two or three years down the road, she'd still be stuck with him and she might even have to marry him.
she had begun watching her alcohol, fearing she would drink to much and spill her heart out to jim. she didn't know exactly what she felt for him but all it would take was a few to many sips for her to end up in his bed and then she would truly be fucked. literally and metaphorically.
they had shared a few moments together. that first night when she first met him and the band, they danced for what felt like hours before scurrying off and sitting in a corner booth where they talked until the sun started rising and the bar staff started sending people home. they had even made out in that booth, and she wasn't sure if it was the alcohol in her system or something real, but she felt it. the spark that ignited a fire to her soul, he had felt it too. that's why she went home alone that night, she was to afraid to feel.
they both became aware it wasn't the alcohol when they saw each other again the next night, that fire returned the second their eyes met. neither were aware of the others feelings, they were so different in that aspect. y/n didn't want to feel them, she wanted to be able to do what she pleases. jim wanted to feel for her, he wanted to love her, he wanted her to allow him to do so and for her to do the same to him.
