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[thesmokingguns]

Easy Love

Nikki was writing his book, locking himself up for too many hours in the office in Wyoming and you were bored of him being away from you for so long. He had started to get frustrated with the way you'd open the office door, sighing heavily until he paid attention to you and started retreating to the cabin on the property. It was the only place that he felt that he could get work done without your dramatic 1940’s Hollywood starlet sighs.

He had thought he was safe there because you were afraid of crossing the high grass because you were sure there would be a snake there. Or that you would get covered in ticks after one incident where NIkki had found one on your leggings after you two had gone for a walk together. The way you had screamed, taking a shower that he was sure was the same temperature the devil took in the depths of hell so you would feel clean. Scrubbing yourself until your skin was raw and bright red from your reaction to it.

But two hours into his stay, a good grove in his writing process, he heard the creak of the door and there you were, bating your eyelashes as you walked into his space and sat right where he had been looking at his notes, handwritten on a yellow legal pad that your ass was now covering without any concern or care that he was doing something that was important. He should have known that there was absolutely no chance in hell that you would let him escape you.

You reached out, pulling the headphones that had been blaring music so loudly that he couldn’t hear any of the chaos that was going on in the outside world off and gave him a smirk.

"I'm bored." A full house of things for you to do and yet you wander into the middle of nowhere for him. He should have taken that as a sign of how much you loved him but he was grinding his teeth, annoyed.

A different man would have grown frustrated, sent you away since he had to work but Nikki found it charming that you liked to be around him so much. He liked that you came and wanted his attention and affection. It made him feel wanted and loved by you. Even if you were a bit clingy and needy, he wanted you to feel like you could always come to him.

Your fingers reached out, massaging his head as he sighed, slipping his hands onto your knees as you sat on the table and gave his head a massage. This took out any of the need to work as he focused on you now. The way you were being so gentle, working out the headache that he hadn’t realized he had been developing as you rubbed the pad of your thumbs into his temples. Nikki was like a dog, he needed a good head rub every once and a while to remind him that he was a good boy.

"You know, I am trying to focus...but I can't deny that it does feel good. Keep going, please." You smirked as you slid off his bandana, settling it across your lap. Fingers driving into the dyed black hair and loving the deep moans of appreciation that he let out at the way your fingers seemed to be able to work out all the tension.

Writing the book was stressing him out, even though he was saying what a cathartic process that it was he was also feeling the weight of his life again. Realizing what he had done and regrets came flooding back as he wished he could have a second chance at some things. Even though his life now was everything that he wanted and he was thankful for it there were moments where he wanted to see his younger self and let them know it would be this good. To keep fighting through it so in the end that it could get better.

"Feel good?" you spoke softly, letting him make his groans and the nod he made had you smiling, "Feeling less stressed?" he nodded again and you smiled at his reaction, "We need to stay in the cabin tonight, I set the kitchen on fire."

"WHAT!" he was sitting up, your hands coming out of his hair as you looked at him, shocked at the fury he had on his face, "YOU SET THE HOUSE ON FIRE?"

"No, Nikki. A towel caught fire when I was cooking. The towel set the kitchen on fire, not the whole house. Jesus, don't overreact." It was at that moment he looked at your arm, a bandage on it that he hadn't seen before.

His heart was in his throat, you could have been hurt. The fear of losing you had splashed across his face and you realized that he had never thought that he could lose you before. He didn’t know what to do with this new fear and was choking on it as he looked at you with this terror that made you worried.

Gripping each side of his face you let him hold your wrists, kissing him softly before leaning your forehead against him. He needed to be loved so badly and be shown that you were okay. Nikki, always so in control, sometimes needed to give up his reins and be reminded that you loved and would take care of him just as he did for you.

"You're okay?" he was scared, it was so evident in his voice. The way he couldn't speak loud, just the whisper he let out to heave you confirm to him that it was going to be okay.

You slid off the desk, pushing your knees up so that you were on his law, letting him feel the weight of you, the realness of you. Letting him see that you were there with him and had all your arms and legs. He needed to know that you weren’t going to leave him.

"Yes, Nikki. I'm okay.” his arms wrapped around you, the hug too tight as he clung to you with thick arms. His breathing was slightly erratic and you didn’t say anything, just held him back as you felt teh way your shirt dampened as he let out a few tears.

The information you had dropped on him had scared him in a new way, unlocked a new nightmare that he would have that night. Searching for you in the dark to show himself it was just a horrible awful dream. But the idea that you had gotten hurt and could have- He was chastising himself, thinking about how he should have just stayed writing in the house. The interruptions were worth it to make sure that you were okay.

“You know, angel. If you wanted to redo the kitchen you could have just asked instead of causing fire damage.” you smirked, glad he was trying to calm himself down now.

“Don’t you know by now, NIk? I never make anything easy.” But that wasn't true; to Nikki, loving you was the easiest thing in the world.

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[sixxgurl26]

~Sleazy Sugar ~ 4 - Therapy Time

Masterlist

Pairing: Nikki Sixx x Layla Krane (OC)

Warnings: 18+, language, sexual themes

Word Count: 1.7K+

I’ll be honest, I wasn’t too sure about if I was happy or if I regretted walking out that night at The Whiskey. I had gone straight home, much to the judgmental looks and concerned comments from my parents when they saw what I was dressed in, but I made a case straight to my room, locking myself up to think without any distraction. I knew by the time I had reached home, it was most likely the same time they got off stage and Nikki would of found out I left and I’m sure, he was confused and probably pissed.

Kayla had confirmed this suspicion the next day when she forced herself into my home. Okay, forced is a strong word. My parents love Kayla, so they let her in and there she appeared in my room, with a few of her own words to say.

“So do you want to talk about what happened last night? Because it was kind of a dick move what you pulled. You didn’t even say shit to me other than to say you were sorry.” Her crossed arms in my doorframe bothered me and I gestured to a beanbag in my room. Yes, a beanbag, they are comfortable alright?

“Can you just like, sit? You are making me all nervous standing like that. And close the door, I don’t want them hearing.” She huffed, but she listened as she gently closed it, while seating herself down, arms still crossed. Though while sitting on a beanbag, much less menacing.

“I’m sorry Kay, I don't know what was going on last night. I don’t know what’s been going on at all in me. I just knew I had to leave, but I know that wasn’t the favorable choice.” My words started to trail off, before saying more softly, “What did Nikki say?” She looked up at me from her arms, her eyes softening at me, her arms not so tightly pushed together as they went limp.

“He kind of looked a little sad at first? Like confused, like you had just gone somewhere to get a drink or something. He didn’t say much to me though, he usually doesn’t.” She chuckled, as did I, cutting the tension. “But he did say he thought you would of liked the new songs they have been trying out and working through. I think you would of too, they fucking rocked.” It was quiet for a moment but the sound of her leaning back, her arms reaching to the wall to tap her fingers to brought me back.

“But in “rockstar” fashion, he just flirted with some other girl in the place and snorted some blow sooo… I guess he got over it?” My lips pursed together as I thought and I felt a pang in my chest. Damn, am I really letting this fucker get to me?

“Can I ask you Lay, why are you so against hanging out with us? Like, I get it if you don't wan’t to be with any of the guys, but genuinely, they are so much fun and they attract fun. Plus, they are so funny and Nikki honestly is really funny too, and he’s pretty smart. He’s always writing in this journal of his, probably the lyrics.” Kayla still tapping her fingertips to the wall, spaced out as she talked. I loved that about her, it didn’t take long for her to forget she's mad at me and just relax and go into her own world while still being in your own.

“He writes the lyrics you think?” I asked and she nodded slowly. “Yeah, he does. You really think Vince writes those? Hell no.” At first it was a small giggle, but after a moment we started to laugh loudly, the thought of Vince writing the lyrics made me mad with laughter and after a moment and it died down, I could see why she would enjoy this. I would enjoy making fun of Vince all the time if I was near him. There was no way that blonde man bimbo was writing those lyrics. “You didn’t answer me though.” 

“I mean, I don’t know I just feel like its not my thing. I’d rather be at home reading a book or at a coffee shop rather than a club.” Even as I said it, it felt like a lie, which was weird, because just awhile ago before I ever met them, it would of felt like the most true thing. Now it felt like the idea of fun was becoming the idea of the uncertainty of the night that these four men could bring, but I couldn’t admit something I still didn’t understand. Kayla laughed smugly before sitting up, her hair puffing up with her. “Maybe you can make yourself believe that lie, but you can’t make me believe it. That is such a boring existence like gag, come on. Also that Nikki, he does look fun to me if you know what I mean.” She wiggled her eye brows and I threw my throw pillow at her, her grabbing it instantly with a laugh. “Just admit you’ve thought of it!” She yelled and I instantly shushed her with a finger to my lips, a giggle still coming out though.

“Shut up! They can’t hear you. But do you want to know a secret?” Her eyes widened as she leaned in, waiting. I kept her in anticipation for a few moments, her waving her hands in a circle to speed me up and I sighed with a smile. “The first night we met we fucked.” Her mouth dropped open as she threw the pillow at me, screaming “SHUT UP!” Instantly, I jumped up and covered her mouth with my hand, us laughing as she pulled me to the ground, our vigorous laughs now only filling the room, smiles so wide it hurt our faces and we looked at each other, well she pretty much gawked at me with surprise. “I can’t believe it, I guess you aren’t so prissy after all.” She said. “Yeah well, I’m trying to not let it happen again. Even if I decide to come around again, it’s best if I just stay friends or acquaintances or whatever the hell they are. Like they are fun, I get it, but I can’t get caught up in that. Imagine that.” She moved to her side, picking at the carpet.

“Imagine if they got big though and you got to go along for the ride. You and Nikki, me and Tommy. That would be amazing.” I could practically see the hearts in her eyes and it worried me. She loved so hard and I didn’t know Tommy at all, what was he capable of to her? “I’m so glad you’re having fun Kay, just like, be careful okay? We still don’t really know these guys. And yeah, that would be fun, but that may just be a long shot.” She nodded slowly, not meeting my eyes. She knew I meant well, and I knew she wouldn’t listen, it was the friendship agreement we seemed to have.

“Well, that would be a cool long shot. They are dreamers for sure for trying. Maybe underneath all the fucking, partying, drinking, and snorting whatever they can get their hands on, they are just four people with a dream you know? And like, what’s wrong with that?” Nothing, there was nothing wrong with that. I did like the music and I admired Nikki’s passion for it. It was captivating being around that energy, I couldn’t lie.

“Can we have therapy time?” I asked, crawling up and into my bed. Kayla smiled wide, following me, sitting up in the bed by my head, playing with my hair. For years, we have done what we call “therapy time”. A non judgmental time to work through our thoughts while the other helped and I needed it.

“What are we working through today?” Kayla asked, her fingers pulling my hair causing a sense of relaxation wash over me.

“The times I’ve been around them, especially Nikki, I have felt different than my own self. Like this part of me that likes being a little reckless, not knowing whats going to happen, it feels like a release of control that I’m used to always needing. And I never know what he’s going to do, he is so unpredictable.  And I don’t want them to see the true me, the posh me, because I feel like they would just make fun of me and I want to explore that side of me but I feel like I just feel like, like, wrong?” I waved my fingers in a circle around each other as I talked, trying to talk clearly, but feeling like it was all coming out jumbled.

“Maybe don’t think about it so hard. You’re a control freak Lay, and its gotten you many great things like a great education and a great job, but maybe you need a little unpredictability. Maybe you want to feel not in control for once. And maybe its not that you don't want to show yourself, because maybe, and have you thought of this, you like this clean slate where you can be whoever you want to be.”

‘Whoever you want to be’…. Who do I want to be?

“Hmm…. you really should of been a therapist or a shrink or something.” She chuckled, pulling at my hair as I flicked her giggling. “Yeah but like, I love gossip and I would of gotten fired for telling some patient all the details of my other patients.” I nodded, that sounded about right.

It wasn’t long after Kayla made her exit, citing her need to go home to clean, which probably meant Tommy was coming over to her place, which would make sense if you’ve seen the dumpster, cockroach breeding ground they live in currently.

But long after she was gone, her words still swirled in my mind. Who did I want to be? Who did I like being when no one knew me and had no preconception of me? When no one knows who you are from work or school and have this idea made up of you that you have to be?

Would I still choose to be that girl? Or would I choose to be the one I become when I’m with them.

When I’m with Nikki.

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