Beautiful. You thought to yourself watching him drift quietly through the party, his soft golden hair framing his pale face. He smiled a little as he bumped into someone you supposed he must've recognized her, as the expression on his face went from his usual pout to a grimace. You chuckled a little watching him try to find a way out of talking to her, his gentle blue eyes lit up as soon as he saw you standing there. She laughed a little nudging his shoulder, tall, thin, redheaded with breasts perky enough to hold a tea tray. She was beautiful, you however weren't intimidated in the slightest. In Brian's eyes at least you were the most beautiful woman in the world.
He gently pushed her to the side pointing to you shrugging, she started to whine tugging on his crisp white jacket. He looked ready to end himself right then and there until you caught her gaze. A death glare, you'd call it, graced your picturesque features from under your heavy fringe; she immediately recoiled causing him to laugh and dash over to you. He planted his face in your chest, "Baby," he fussed drunkenly, "Let's go home,"
You giggled, "Aw Bri yer as bad as Charlie these days, what happened to that little blonde party animal I met last year?" you hummed gleefully as he rubbed his face against your exposed chest, "I got hit with a domestic bliss stick," he fussed again sliding his hands onto your ass, "I can't go home with ye tonight Brian I got an early day tomorrow," he sighed loosening his grip on you, "Oh yeah," he grumbled acting colder all of a sudden, "Yer house," you sighed softly nodding, "Hey, yer the one who thought it was too soon to mo--," he cut you off pressing a finger against your lips.
"You've got an early day, let's go," you sighed nodding, "Um okay, both of us?" he nodded and took your hand pulling you out gently. As you walked down the damp London streets under the cool blanket of night, he began pulling you a little faster. You didn't mind at first but, then it got a little faster, and a little faster, and a little faster until you were both practically running. He pulled you right past your street; then past his until you were a confused, flushed, giggling, mess,"B-Brian!" you giggled and fussed as he pulled you, getting quicker still, "Ye can't go home yet i have to show you something!" he shouted to you as you tripped a little, "Okay..." as if you had a choice in the matter. Sometimes it was just easier to pretend you did when he got into one of these moods, they very rarely ended in destruction and it was easier on your all powerful soul.
He pulled you onto a street you had never been on before, a residential street. It was full of quaint homes with large yards, panting, he stopped in front of a little green one that was lined in blooming red rose bushes. He pointed at it, "Dya like it? Ye like green right?" you giggled, "Oh um, yeah? Why did we come all the way out here?" he sat on the side walk pulling you down with him,"I did something bad, and when you said you wanted to live together I panicked instead of telling you the truth because I'm an idiot,"
You shifted uncomfortably, your short skirt riding up making the damp pavement chafe your thighs, "What did you do Louie?" you said softly looking a little concerned as you looked into his gentle blue eyes, "I bought it," you sat back starting to giggle, "Oh...the house?" looking up at it, it was rather nice, "Why's that bad?" he laid across your lap pouting softly, "I bought it for us to live in, and I didn't ask you first," you smiled a little, "Oh well, it is rather nice," he smiled a little starting to fall asleep on your lap, the next thing you knew you were greeted by grey early morning light and a drop of rain on your head.
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I wanna be your man: The Rolling Stones oneshots and imagines
FanficThe title says it all. Rolling Stones everybody let's get down and dirty!
