The Steele of Love / 1980s Rock And Metal Imagines/one Shots

Just some juicy one shots and imagines featuring 1980s Rock and Metal heads
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"Being on the road-" He started. Ruby had forgotten she had even asked him the question. "You know, Metallica is my family, but sometimes it gets lonely. Sometimes I need more, like, intimacy. Ya know?"

His grip tightened a little and Ruby felt her legs part, ever so slightly, to welcome a better hold on her. To tell him to go on.

"I-I get what you mean-" She muttered hotly under her breath.

"Do you?" Kirk challenged and cocked his head to the side.

Ruby leaned forward, their faces were close enough together but apart enough to not become unprofessional, though Ruby guessed they had already crossed that line. Mentally, she cursed herself for it. She had told herself that she wouldn't take nonsense from Kirk, yet here she was telepathically begging him to go on, daring him to do more. It was like he had a supernatural hold on her or something.

"And-" She breathed out, totally going off script. There was a sultry, tempting song in her tone. It challenged him in a way and he felt completely fallen by her. "Are you currently seeing anyone, Mr. Hammett? "

Kirk grinned and Ruby felt his hand slide up, threatening to go further than the hem line of her little skirt. She could feel heat pooling at her panties.

He searched her round face, the glossy pout of her lips, the subtle smokey shadow around her green eyes and the way her button nose scrunched up when she smiled nervously. The, barely there, scent of her floral perfume filled his nose. Kirk could tell she didn't give into men like this often and he felt honored over the little connection they were sharing now.

"Not yet." He was being so forward, anyone within a mile radius would catch on by now. "But I have a feeling I will be soon..."