It's 1989, you are in a highly successful all girl, hard rocking metal band. You're touring the world with a number of bands who don't take you seriously. One of them being Motley Crüe.
While most of the bands view you as groupies turned femrockers...
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Set between chapt.5 and 6
"She's pretty."
"Yup."
"And he's hot.."
"Yeah...Yeah.."
You looked at the magazine photos of Nikki and Brandi. The man was fine. And she was something else. You didn't know a lot about Nikki, not really. You knew of his addictions and his "deaths". You knew he had married Brandi. You both jumped as the door opened, you quickly shoved the magazine under the pillow and smiled sweetly at him.
"Rach.." He acknowledged her with a suspecting frown. She nodded at him and proceeded to flee the room. Nikki closed the door behind her and turned to you. "How's the neck?"
"The neck is healing, no thanks to you" You mentioned with a small smile at the memories of the night before. He nudged your suitcase with his foot, watching it roll slightly.
"I thought you were gonna unpack?" He asked clearing his throat. He seemed, uncomfortable?
"I am, I just..Is this too much?" You asked with a sigh. It had been a whirlwind. You had only given into the idea of sleeping with him the night before and here you were, sharing a tour bus. You watched as he ran a hand through his hair as he looked around the small room. He kicked off his boots and lay back on the bed with an exhale.
"My name is Nikki" He said holding a hand out to you. "I have an addictive personality. When I'm addicted, I need everything, right now. And I'm addicted to you."
You looked at his hand and chuckled to yourself. You took his hand and yelped as he pulled you ontop of him. He flashed you that boyish smirk that pulled you in over and over. You leant down and kissed him gently. It had been a long time since you felt this way about anyone, yet in some way you had never felt like this before.
"This sounds like an unhealthy addiction doom and gloom" You mumbled between his kisses. He rolled you over and pulled his shirt off. You eyed the sleeve of tattoos he had on one arm. Your fingers going to trail over them.
"I think I should work through my issues.." He nodded as he pulled on your leathers. You unbuttoned your leather pants and shimmied them down your legs. You laughed as he groaned. He unbuttoned his own as you pulled your T-shirt off.
"I think I have the perfect way for you to work through your issues" You mentioned pulling down his boxers.
"You really know what you want.." He moaned as he felt your hand on him. He stilled himself as he looked at your almost innocent eyes looking up at him.
"Oh yeah, I know exactly what I want." You murmured.
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"We're gonna be there soon, I need to shower" You mentioned prying yourself out of his grip. You had a towel wrapped round you so you could make a quick stop in the bathroom that situated itself between rooms.
