#robert plant fan fiction

[untilthenextencore]

Nights To Remember Pt. 1: Of Gods & Goddesses & Magick & Memories~...

Backstory: Summer 1973~. Jimmy & Dahlia had gotten married in the past year~. Some of the more territorial newer wannabe groupies are having a hard time coping with not just her continual presence on tour, but now Dahlia's new status as THE Mrs. Page~. Her & Robert's displaying their close friendship doesn't help~.

Their subsequent finding a friendly way to deal with their boredom amongst the goings on that the hangers on & wannabe groupies live for by escaping certainly doesn't help~.

Robert offers the escape~. He's always been a little in awe of Pagey's choice of girl both in general in the early days, but also in the form of his chosen one, Dahlia~. She is so familiar yet foreign to him it makes his head spin~. So worldly, yet down to earth~. A mix of city yet downhome that he might've chosen for himself if he had the chance~. But as far as he's known her she's been Pagey's~. Solidly, decidedly, faithfully Pagey's~.

Suffice to say, even in his happiest moments in the friendship he's conflicted~. Even though they're not cheating or going behind Pagey's back~.

But when he finds himself even moreso conflicted about the cloak & dagger aspect of their innocent little excursion, that he himself offered initially, he then finds the idea of Pagey finding out also somehow doesn't appeal to him~.

~

Ho hum. Another day. Another dollar. Another concert. Another party. Another night to remember. Until they forget it all in the morning. Or lose track of which night in the sea of "nights to remember" held the goings on their shattered minds remembered only fractures of at tour's end. Glittered & goggle eyed groupies frantically flipped over themselves to catch the eye of anyone who was anyone in King Robert's court. Or so it seemed.

True. Robert was holding court like he was king. One of four at least. But being in the middle of yet another tour - an American one at that - only meant one thing. Like the others he was left without a queen. Only one of their roundtable could however not lay claim to such a misfortune. The luckiest one among them. The wizard in his stars & moon suit himself. James Patrick Page.

No. Because as ever Jimmy had brought along his lady. Lady Dahlia-Maria Dominguez Page. The Lady who was a natural creative herself it seemed. She & her camera, while remaining discreet & unobtrusive, furnished some of the most intimate portraits of the band allowed. A few Peter even sold at the merch table, netting her a tidy sum of her own aside from being married to he of the led wallet and house of Tower.

Though she only released a few here and there. She too liked to maintain her own brand of privacy. Despite the wingding that was their wedding in Hampton Court Palace - of all bleeding places - in the past year, she really preferred a smaller do generally. Friends & family & neighborhood kin & no more. As was borne out by the smaller dos held in Mexico at her family's small yet palatial feeling compound in Jalisco that was something of an early childhood home for her & Pagey's place in England for family that could not swing airfare for a trip to the palace.

Which begged the question.

What the hell was she doin here?!

Not that he begrudged her presence itself. Not at all. Robert & Dahlia always seemed to get on rather well. Down home types lost in the Wonderland that was the entertainment business. Though even with her downhome partial Mexican upbringing Dahlia was decidedly still more of a city girl to this country boy.

Being an LA local, Dahlia knew it like the back of her prettily manicured hand. A hand she also often used in keeping much of the frivolity at arm's length. Even when in the middle of it all. She seemingly always sat apart. That was what Robert didn't understand about her presence in such madness.

Clearly the groupies agreed. Equally manicured hands being verily filed into a point, eager to tear at a tawny-skinned throat as their owner's gripped. "What is SHE doing here?!" Calling her everything but a child of God or what her father's own book termed their culture, "Children of the Sun".

No matter.

She seemingly stayed unaffected.

Toying with her engagement & wedding rings just so. Arranging the gold bangle bracelets or matching pendant. Her only flashes of vanity or pride being her only answer. Letting both that & her presence along with the 5000 other ways she was the "chosen one" of the Mr. James Patrick Page do the talking for her. Knowing her, if she were feeling cheeky she might whip out her instant camera & take a pic of the offending party, leaving some hanger on to deliver it & with it the picture proof / photo evidence of their bitterness as she & her beloved husband tangled fingers & held hands. They can have a pic. She had the real thing.

Guinevere was not giving up her throne.

Unbothered by the petty strife clawing at the door, begging to enter her beloved Camelot.

Rather, she looked bored, really.

Jimmy had disappeared with Bonzo. Off to take a powder likely. She had been chatting with Jonesy about books & things to get his girls & Mo back home, but now he too was off somewhere. Hangers on knew better than to try to ingratiate themselves with her. She had iced them out before. Now they well knew. There was no way in to the Page / Zeppelin inner sanctum with her.

As further proof, both of her seeming boredom & inaccessibility by groupie or hanger on, Robert saw her pull a small book out of her purse. That was Dahlia. Forever a bookworm. Sodom & Gomorrah at her feet. Head in the clouds. Nose in a book.

Before he knew it, Robert felt himself propelled towards her, stumbling a few times when a glittered & bejeweled fan flung & slung herself over him. Extricating himself deftly every time he uttered a soft, "Not this time, darlin'." "Maybe another night, doll." Or even "What will me missus, think?" Laughing his way out of harm's way as he bid them good night & left them to join the party. He caught more curses & sotto-voce snipes when they saw in what direction he was heading. But no matter. His course was set. Off he traveled to the "land of the people of the sun".

It was then that he allowed his six foot sun-people seeking self to cast a shadow over her in the midst of her reading. This had the intended effect of having the dim light she had been reading under all but disappear as he blocked it out. She whirled around to regard him with sharp eyes that were cut to him in momentary disgust. Her lips pursed as a similarly sharp tongue went about finding the right barb to fling before suddenly dropping its weapon. Her eyes widened before her gaze then softened in mirth as she lifted her arm in modified Roman salute, hand tilted upwards slightly. "Hail, Apollo. What brings the Sun God to these darkened shores?"

Sun God? He quite liked the sound of that. So he decided to play along, wracking his brain for his schoolboy Mythology.

"Hail, Aphrodite. I come in peace." He said, mimicking her salute with the hand that was not holding his beloved ale. "Or should it be Persephone, luv? By the way... Where is our beloved Hades?" Robert craved his neck around, looking for the dark-haired lord of the underworld that always seemed to be lurking around every corner when she was involved. "My stars." He gasped, putting a hand to his bared chest for affect. "I see no star suited one for miles. How is that possible?"

"I think he's off with your fellow northern friend right now. The one who plays either Dionysus or Ares if the bacchanalia goes too far." Dahlia quipped, her lips quirking into a wry grin as she pointed to Jonesy at the bar. "Hermes just left himself as well."

"Foolish ones they are." He tsked, shaking his head. "Leaving one so fair alone in the midst of such bacchanalia indeed."

Looking down he saw that where the glittered ones would have blushed or fluttered their eyelashes & twirled a curl of hair into a coil in flirtation, that was decidedly not Dahlia's - nor Aphrodite or Persephone's - way. Instead, she stayed looking up at him with the same wry grin & mirthful if still piercing stare along with a soft incredulous shake of the head. Her lips said nothing. But those eyes? Those eyes said EVERYTHING.

Clearing his throat & lubricating himself & his suddenly dry mouth with more ale, he jutted his chin at her book. "Whatcha readin' there, luv?"

"A mini collection of Harlem Renaissance poetry. Some classics. The usual." She marked her page & closed it to show him the cover art. Brown bodies arced & curved in exultation.

"Classics indeed. Your usual. A nice addition to your other usual Agatha Christies." He grinned. "What for?"

"Just because." She shrugged as she pocketed the book. "And because I figure if I'm to live in the aftermath of the Swinging Sixties... The Roaring Seventies some have termed... I better brush up on how the times used to Roar back in the day. Better brush up on my Cotton Club classic bacchanalia... Although..." She cast a suddenly weary look across all the goings on around them. Glittering, giggling, sharpened nails & tongues of hardened decidedly un flowerchild GTO like groupies & grubby fingered, coke jittery, tipsy-drunk, outstretched-handed hangers on included & heated a sigh. "Forgive me for saying but this pales in comparison to my childhood dreams of the Cotton Club."

"Indeed." He nodded with another sip of his ale. So she saw what he did that night. What he felt. She felt it too.

"I mean, not to be ungrateful or anything. Knowing how you like it & all. "Prince of Peace" that you are." There was that quirk of her lips again as she drawled the last part out.

Try as he might not to, he winced at the memory of those words leaving his lips unironically. Ah, so she had heard that story too. Of course she had. Was nothing a secret in this God forsaken place?!

His momentary embarrassment was compounded at the same time he was delightfully distracted by the sound of her sweet giggle. "I know how much fun you have typically. And I get how you dig the scene generally speaking. It just doesn't... It doesn't... It doesn't really do it for me... Not much... I mean all these people... They'd probably not spit on me if I were on fire if I wasn't with you guys. If I wasn't Mrs. Page. Hell, half of them would likely be the ones holding the match. Some of them still would now!" She cut her eyes in half dismissal half bemusement at the nail-filing bile-spitting groupies.

Naturally, she saw that too. Nothing escapes a goddess's eyes. A queen misses nothing.

"To clink glasses & break bread with them feels so false & disingenuous. Knowing all that, I mean. That's another reason I have this book." She tapped the book with a finger before closing her purse around it. "That way, I don't have to."

"Suffice to say, grateful though I am to be invited to these things, considering some of the company that find their way in... This ain't exactly my kinda party, Planty." She took her champagne glass from the table, clinking it with his bottle. "Cheers." Before downing the swallow or two that remained.

A moment passed in silent agreement. Robert having nodded at everything she said. The falsehoods of their lifestyle that were apparently hitting him hard that night, she had always seen. Hence her keeping it all at arm's length. Alice falling down a rabbit hole but landing on her own two feet. Dorothy traveling through Oz in a bubble of her own design. Pagey or not, his girl had her own magick. This he had always known. So had Pagey, he surmised, as evident by the rock on her finger as much as anything else.

"What is your type of party, luv? Missing Hampton Court?" He teased, though he knew her well enough to know better.

"No indeed." She laughed, nodding as he refilled her glass. "Thank you, kind sir." Then after a sip, she continued. "Even I know that night was a one in a million. A once in a lifetime event. Though that indeed was a night to remember as you well know."

There went that phrase again. At least this time it was worth it. That night truly was one to remember for all involved. Mariachis and Led Zeppelin acoustic jam at Hampton Court. Would wonders never cease? That had to be a first for all involved!

"But, c'mon blondie!" She nudged him, shaking him out of his reverie.

A reverie of her in her wedding whites with glittering mantilla veil coming down the aisle towards at the altar, seated next to Pagey, dancing with Pagey... And the dances he was able to share with her himself. Cor, was she a vision then. A lovelier bride he had hardly ever known.

Shaking out a wince at the thought of even thinking thar when he had his own missus at home... One who had a decidedly less ritzy do when her own turn came years earlier... He again silenced these demons with another swig of ale & turned his eyes back to the dusky goddess queen vision at hand.

"You know what it is. What my kind of party is. You know it about as well as Jimmy. Think about it."

"Jalisco?" Robert asked.

"Well, yeah." She nodded. "Yes, of course. But what about stateside? You remember. Though it's been awhile."

Robert instantly got hit with another blast from the past and he rattled off the vignettes as they came flashing back to him. "East LA. Whittier Boulevard. The Chuco." A quaint little chill hangout spot for local Chicano youth that played a mix of oldies, early rock'n'roll, Chicano groups, Latin jazz & Mexican or Latin music of all kinds.

Dahlia snapped her fingers & pointed at him. "Bingo. That's it. That's it exactly, Robert. That's my kind of party. All of it."

"Why don't we go back tonight then?" Robert offered with yet another swig from his bottle.

Dahlia paused mid thought. Mid answer. Her mouth falling open in a silent gasp & lack of immediate response. Try as she might, she couldn't really think of a reason not to. Maybe it was selfish of her, but she also really wanted to. Really wanted to. But still, she had to ask.

"Right now?" She whispered conspiratorially.

"Why not?" He shrugged. "S'gotta be better than this lot, yeah?"

Dahlia gave a quick look around & then went back to regarding Robert with a bemused smirk. "Don't you think they might miss you, your highness? I mean, how could they not miss their beloved Prince of Peace?"

He winced again at the little rib. (Dahlia was one of the rare very few whose barbs both landed & made him laugh.) But he did his best to play it off with a laugh & a wry grin of his own as he mused. "We'll be back."

Dahlia cast her eyes back over the bacchanalia, mulling things over. Another moment passed before she shot to her feet, tossing a soft voiced request over her shoulder. "Wait right here."

She then left the table & crossed over the room to Peter sitting at the bar with his ever present cigar, tapping him on the shoulder. She whispered something in his ear which had the cigar chomping bear of a man nearly dropping his cigar in shock as his jaw nearly slackened. He muttered something back, motioning to the goings on to which she shook her head, explaining further. She motioned across the room, lifting her hands in a quizzical shrug before pointing to the door, which was guarded shut. Then folding her hands together, she evidently pleads her case. And surprise surprise, wizened, hard negotiator Peter folds. He relents.

Peter motions to Magnet - of all people - pointing to her & motioning to a back entrance & hence exit. Dahlia squealed, leaping into Peter's arms & giving him a grateful squeeze. Peter grinned, hugging her back & patting her on the back with a meaty hand, making sure to keep his lit cigar away from her & keeping her safe from the ashes.

Upon breaking the hug, Dahlia turned to motion to Robert himself & tell Peter something else that nearly made him drop his cigar again. Peter's eyes widened & then narrowed. Clearly telling Peter that Robert too would be making his exit & taking his leave just then.

Peter's gaze sharpened... Not with malice... But with knowledge... He knew Robert... His types... His wonts... Or wants...

Robert knew this well...

And so it was that as Robert sidled up to both Magnet & Dahlia, he heard something above the whines & curses of the groupies. A few gruff words grunted in Cole's direction by his behemoth of a manager that cut through the din. "Get Pagey..."

Hustling himself along with her & Magnet out the door, Robert did his best to avoid Peter's gaze from then on out. Helping her into her jacket, which was really one of Pagey's more subtle, casual & less spangled boleros, Robert couldn't help but ask. "What was that about, luv?"

"Oh nothing..." She shrugged before thanking him & Magnet for opening her door & helping her into the car respectively. "Thank you. Such gentlemen." The tension Robert felt was broken by a shared giggle between the three before she continued. "I just told Peter I wanted to leave & hit up East LA for awhile before we head back to the Hyatt. He asked if Pagey was coming & I said he disappeared with Bonz for a bit & I couldn't find him. Besides, he was having fun last I knew, so I didn't want to pull him away from him being able to relax."

"I see..." He trotted over to his side of the car, slipping inside himself with Magnet shielding him from view of any lurking groupies as best as he could. "And the motioning to me & the party at hand, luv?"

"Simple." Dahlia explained, punctuating her words with the click of her belt. "I told him to tell Jimmy where I was, that I'd be back soon & not to worry. That not only would Magnet be with me but so would you & that you were leaving to tag along with me too. That you'd be there to protect me as well."

Robert felt a slight quickening of his pulse despite the innocence of it all. The innocence of her explanation. Of the situation. Yet the cloak & dagger feel of it all gave him a little heart flutter & frisson at once. He didn't quite know why. He couldn't quite put a finger on it.

Why was he so unnerved?...

It was his idea, after all...

They weren't doing anything wrong anyway...

It was then that Magnet got onto the road & pulled off. Now Robert knew... There was no turning back...

Though turn back he did...

Robert couldn't help it...

And so it was that as he craved his neck to glance back at the traffic behind him, Robert swore he saw a hint of a familiar tall, willowy, smoking, silver accented, black-haired figure hustling into the back seat of a car that roared to life & took off a few car's length behind them.

Only one word came to mind to describe the situation Robert found himself shoe-horning himself into now & his current state of mind.

"Shit..."

~

Hope you guys enjoy~!

As ever this is forever under construction~!

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[yaggerdangs-remedy]

I've been reading this cute cottage romp of a fic called "Farm Frolics", about Robert Plant and Jimmy Page enjoying life on their plot of land with their goats Wallet and Percy, and a strange aloof kitty named Mr M. There's also a ghost and weird occult happenings and it's just such a comfort fic for me, I'll be so sad when it ends!!

Idk if the authors are here on Tumblr but shout out to AO3 writers LuxeApocalypse and bron_yr_aur for this wonderful gem of a story!! 💙

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[brownskinsugarplum76]

Love Nest

I wrote this a while ago, and I swear I posted it, but for the life of me, I can't find it. There's romance with a little supernatural eerie vibe thrown in. Happy early Halloween. 🎃🦇🧡

Robert hated missing tour dates, but he needed her more. He'd moved to another hotel to escape threats from Bonzo or G. That was at least three days ago. Hadn't left the room since.

His hair was a frizzy nest of waves--he was either sweating on top of her or pressed into the bed by her roughshod riding. Somehow her Afro still looked amazing.

She was impossible. Insatiable. Him, too. There was something about her��� Something he couldn't get enough of. It was like poison, slowly driving him insane. It was all he wanted anymore.

Her kiss… That’s what it was. She was kissing him now, on his neck. She had an obsession with his neck, it seemed. Her velvety lips always found their way there. She’d found a spot that drove him wild. It was an unusual sensation, with the tiniest hint of pain once her full lips hit his skin. The needle prick sensation was soon forgotten, as he went dizzy every time she graced the area. It was slow, sweet torture. He’d never experienced anything like it.

As she kept kissing him there he thought back again to how they met. It was a movie that wouldn’t stop playing in his mind, a sexy, mystic fever dream.

It was her eyes that were his downfall. She was in the lobby after their first night in LA. He’d returned after the concert and was mid-sentence with Jimmy when he felt a sensation like he was being watched. He stopped and stared at her, made a hasty apology to Jimmy, and strode over to her with his usual long-legged gait. Her smile lit up her face, but her wide hazel eyes were more inviting. Almost hypnotic.

Ann was her name. Medium brown skin, long legs on display, thanks to her fitted black lace minidress. She wore strappy sandal heels. Her toenails were painted red, the same red as on her long fingernails and lips. She was stunning. They sat and talked about music and the wonders of the city. Somehow she'd teased out his life story. He’d have said anything to keep her intense gaze trained on him.

She seemed especially interested in his Romani blood, which he proudly declared was the source of his luscious mane. She laughed knowingly about the difficulty he said his mom had with her thick hair. He regaled her with stories of his ancestors' presence in England. From there, they somehow got to discussing Romania and vampires. Robert quickly exhausted his knowledge on the subject. The undead were more Jimmy’s area of expertise, he admitted to Ann.

Ann didn't mind one bit. She glanced at Robert and wove her fingers into his hair. A hand trailed down to his neck; her fingers were cool to the touch while his skin was flushed with the usual anticipation of coupling.

He could feel a vein throb against her hand, as though she was summoning his body to her will. He gazed into her eyes and knew he had to kiss her.

Much of the rest of their time together was a blur of intertwined limbs, damp skin on skin, moans, both lazy and frantic, and dreamy climax after climax. It felt like the time he and Jimmy had tried opium in the Far East, hypnotic pleasure that obliterated time and space.

While he was lost in his thoughts she’d moved from his neck to his cock, which twitched in anticipation of her warm, sinful mouth. She drained him again with wanton expertise and traversed his firm body to his neck again.

***

Robert woke up to a dark room, not sure if it was day or night. Ann had insisted on keeping the shades drawn, which was fine at the time. But now he wondered what day it was and knew there would be a manhunt for him if he stayed with her much longer.

She was sleeping soundly. He walked to the bathroom and turned on the light. He glanced back at Ann, who looked serene. Robert felt worse than the first hangover he’d ever had. He couldn’t understand how energized she seemed during their time together.

He closed the bathroom door and stared at his mirror image. His eyes were heavy, Acapulco Gold-style. What was a five o’clock shadow a few days ago had filled in a bit more. He hadn’t grown a beard in years, so the beginnings of one was an odd sight.

But what startled him most was the color of his skin. He knew he was sporting what he called his English tan, being less golden after time away from the States for a few months, but he seemed especially pale. He decided to order a double helping of breakfast for himself, figuring he needed to regain his strength after the extended tryst.

Then he noticed a dull throb on his neck, where Ann loved to kiss him. He swept his hair out of the way and noticed two marks that looked like mosquito bites that had been scratched raw. Only he couldn’t remember scratching himself. It was weird, he thought.

He washed his hands and prepared to leave the bathroom. But before he turned out the light, he noticed Ann sitting up in bed. Her eyes danced at the sight of him and her smile was large. His mind was playing tricks on him, because her smile looked unnatural, like fangs alternated with some of her teeth.

A faint twinge of alarm intruded in Robert's thoughts, but Ann's beckoning finger caused his manhood to stiffen again as he walked the short distance to the bed. He couldn't resist another go.

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[bijouxcarys]

My Brian May series has been a very important part of my life for the past 5 years. It’s more than a fanfiction. I touch on difficult subject matters with sensitivity and provide representation scarcely seen within fanfiction. The first book may start out as a typical fanfic. I was 17 when I started it, but as time passed, it became more than that. I’ve had readers who aren’t predominantly Queen or Brian May fans tell me how much it’s helped them—whether that be as a distraction or the security in representation.

I’ve published the first two on paperback, and plan on re-editing them in the future. I’ve achieved the #1 spot on multiple tags on Wattpad, and the first two books have collectively garnered almost 100k reads.

When I say this is a passion project for me… I mean it. I have recently started writing the third instalment, and plan on a total of six books in the series. I have worked so so hard on curating a realistic and periodically accurate story with relatable characters and events. I have extensively researched time periods, from the early 60s, right to the early 90s. I’ve developed a timeline, with the basic events, both factual and my fictional additions.

I don’t get paid for my writing. But that isn’t my goal. I don’t care about that. What I care about is my writing being enjoyed by thousands of people out there, Queen fans or not.

While it takes me a while to publish new chapters, whether in my BM series or any of my Robert Plant fics, know that it’s because I’m aiming to be better than my last creation, and to create something new that satisfies and satiates all of you—that gives you perhaps a moment of joy and escapism. That’s all I want to do.

There’s been an influx of Queen fans on my blog recently, so I’m inviting them, as well as anyone else, to read my Brian series. There is an unfortunate decline in quality fanfiction out there and I know firsthand how important it is to a lot of people to have this kind of relief, to live in another world for a moment.

That being said, if you want to write something, just write it. Someone out there will enjoy it. And if you feel like you’re no good, you’ll never know if you don’t try. As someone who’s been writing for 10 years now, I can safely say I’m still never fully satisfied with what I produce. So, just write. Whilst the passion’s still there. Do it for you, and if someone happens to enjoy it along the way, that’s just a bonus.

Below are the descriptions of my first three Brian books, as well as all 6 titles. I have a lot planned, so I hope you consider indulging! If you are considering it, check my pinned post on my blog for my entire catalogue 💕

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[houseofbabygirls]

Take my breath away

Bob gave you a reason to come home.

Robert “Bob” Floyd x GN!reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: Starts with angst and has some angsty themes throughout, Talks of death, graphic depiction of wounds, blood, swearing, This one actually ends in fluff!! (I promise)

A/N: I am a Bob fan first and person second. This is obviously named after the Berlin song, but not really based after it. I just thought the two were cute together and this song means something to the story. I promise that one of these days my fics will be a full fluff piece but I can’t help but make shit sad. Also full disclaimer i don’t really know how the navy works, this is purely a work of fiction.

In the Military there was always the risk of not coming home. Not being able to see your family again or grow old with your partner. It was something every soldier knew before they joined. Anything you do after that, is done with the knowledge that it could be temporary. And when Bob met you and chose to fall in love with you he knew that all too well. There was double the risk, both you and Bob were Naval aviators. Both part of the best of the best, you met on the Uranium plant mission and you had the habit of flirting with the WSO. Enjoying the sight of his flushed cheeks and timid reactions. He was constantly nervous around you and you found it endearing. 

His shyness was something you weren’t used to as a pilot, usually seeing more men like Hangman. Best friend or not Jake could be quite the narcissist, using his status as an excuse. Bob on the other hand was sweet and didn’t feel the need to woo you with his stories, he liked hearing you talk and he actually listened. He remembered everything you said and something about his kind heartedness turned you on. You hadn’t figured out he felt the same until after the mission. You had saved his and Phoenix’s lives’ on the way out of Coffin Corner and once everyone had touched down back on base. You ran right to him and pulled him into the most emotional kiss you’ve ever had. He returned eagerly and from then on it was you and Bob. 

After the Uranium plant you had been given an assignment in Miramar as a team and that meant that the dagger squad was to be together for a little while longer. It was almost a year of peace before you were called into a different mission, it was you Fritz, Halo and Omaha. The four of you had been chosen for a confidential mission on the other side of the world, meaning you wouldn’t see Bob for over half a year. Maybe more depending on how fast you got the mission done. It killed you to leave him after narrowly escaping death together but you were an Aviator long before you were a partner and you knew this was going to happen at one point or another. 

The goodbyes were lengthy and tearfilled. Hugging all of your friends as though it would be the last time you were able. You spent the last few minutes in Bob’s arms, not speaking, just basking in each other's presence for a moment longer. When you were called for boarding you kissed the breath out of the blonde WSO and joined your teammates on the ship. Not daring to look back at him, fearing that the emotions would flood out of you like a river. You lifted your head up to meet Halo’s gentle smile and you smiled back, you were in good hands. It was going to be okay, you were going to see Bob again, you were going to be with your family before you knew it.

The last thing you remembered when you woke up was shouting. The shrill sounds of  Halo’s voice and the baritones of Fritz and Halo. You remembered how hot it had been and then that terrible smell of burnt oil and then that explosion. You had vaguely remembered pulling your ejection handle and after that it was just a mystery. A blur of heat and loud noises, and the harsh whipping of the wind. 

You groaned softly in confusion when you came to your senses, your face was flush with the ground, you assumed your helmet took the brunt of the damage but you couldn't help but feel a burning pain in your face. You flipped over using the momentum you gained to toss yourself onto your back. You used your leg to help only to feel a searing pain in your thigh. You tried to look down but the Helmet constricted your line of sight. You reached up slowly to the helmet and let out a hoarse cry when you felt the visor had broken, the plastic had wedged its way into your face, making it difficult to move the right side, not even able to move your mouth to react.

You carefully move to unclasp it and toss it off of your head. Your breathing became louder as you took in the chill air.  The feel of the snow on your face tingling the wound and the warm liquid coming out of it. You pushed yourself up into a sitting position, gaining the courage to look down to inspect the damage. Your left thigh was torn up, a mangle of flesh and blood. It was burning hot against the blistering cold and you felt your stomach turn at the smell.

You felt your body for more damage and stopped at your left arm where you felt something sharp coming out of your bicep. You winced in pain as you grazed over the hard object and when you did you felt as if you split your face in two. Your eyes filled with tears at the movement and you tugged off your glove to properly feel the right side of your face. A shiver came over you at the touch and you sobbed as you tried to take in your surroundings. 

You’d never felt so overwhelmed, so out of it before and you could barely calm yourself down before you took a look around you. Nothing was familiar, it was snowy and there were buildings a ways away from where you crashed. The smell of fuel was pungent in your nose as you turned slowly to look at the F-18 behind you, that was now just scrap metal. An unidentifiable hunk of an aircraft. You took a deep breath before trying to push yourself off the ground. Making a point to avoid using the right side of your body as you stood up. You whipped around to see if you could spot anything else, but nothing seemed to be salvageable. You ground your teeth together as you leaned over to grab your helmet, lifting it to notice something glaring up at you. You picked it up and almost broke down when you saw the photo you kept of Bob in your chest pocket looking back at you. 

The photo seemed to mock you as you looked at it. The smile he held was so genuine and so happy that it made you cry. You hadn’t seen him in over half a year. The last time you called was well over 2 weeks ago, and now you regretted not making more time for him. You were sure you were gonna die, whether it be by bleeding out or a bullet to the head by enemy soldiers you didn’t know but you had a gut feeling you weren’t gonna make it back. 

You thought of your team and your stomach dropped, you had protected them. Got striked down in an attempt to send them home. You didn’t care if you died as long as they got to go home and see their families. As long as Omaha got to see his daughter again and Halo got to see her girlfriend. You wanted them to make it, you were the mission leader, your job above all else was to send them home, and as long as you did that you didn’t mind going out. 

It was an unfair thought, you knew that Bob was waiting for you. That he’d be destroyed if you didn’t make it home but that was the job. Your number one priority was the Navy and you were doing your job here. Your team had completed their job, you kept the US safe another day, and now you could rest. You dropped to the ground again and felt your eyes blur with tears as you stared up at the sky, the blinding white of winter made it almost peaceful. Your eyes fluttered closed and you held that photo of Bob close to your chest as you let sleep take over.

Bob didn’t know why he was so anxious, he was used to the loneliness this job entailed. Those long stretches of time he had to go without seeing his family. But he supposed it was different now, he had you. Someone he wanted to see everyday, and spend all of his time with. And being deprived of that was something he found to be awful. He had barely spoken to you in the last 6 months and when he did you could only speak for so long and it was so vague as to not give anything away. It felt like he was deprived of his sunlight. 

But he had to continue on like he wasn’t missing a part of himself. Still going to work everyday, commanding hot shot pilots and dealing with their shitty attitudes. The only reprieve he got was when he was with the dagger squad at the Hard Deck. It was his safe place, the one place he could let loose and forget his aching heart for a moment. Sometimes it worked but most of the time it turned out to be pointless, he could only think about you and the many nights you two had spent there, huddled in a booth giggling in secrecy. Hidden from the world and the shit you had to deal with.

Phoenix had been a saint through this, Bob felt ridiculous being this affected by your absence but Natasha understood and didn’t judge him for it. Surprisingly Hangman didn’t either. The blonde was your best friend and he was struggling not having his number one with him for the last few months. 

The three had found solace in each other, a weird unspoken bond that was created from your absence. Bob was thankful to have them, during the day it was easy to forget that you were off somewhere doing god knows what. But when he arrived home or to the Hard Deck after a long day, he couldn't help but let his mind float to you. He just wanted to know if you were okay. If you were alive was really the question. You didn’t have any family left to tell so Bob would most likely be the first to know of your passing. He shuddered at the thought and took another heavy swig of his beer. Hangman and Phoenix slid into the seats next to him and he smiled in acknowledgment before that emotionless look returned to his face.

“Hey, Champ.” Jake said, patting him harshly on the shoulder. 

Natasha rolled her eyes and snorted at his approach.

“Ignore him, I do.” She said and paused for a moment. “You’ve been really quiet tonight, more than normal. I don’t like when that happens.”

His eyes flick up to meet her concerned gaze and he sighed in frustration at the tears that burned his eyes.

“I can’t stop thinking about Y/n. I haven’t heard from them in weeks, Nat. That’s not like them.” His voice broke and Nat took a deep breath and smiled empathetically. 

“They’re tough, Bob. I mean one of the toughest damn Pilots I know. They’re probably fighting tooth and nail to get home at this moment. If I know one thing about Y/n it’s that they don’t give up. They’re coming home, Bob. I promise.” She said and Bob nodded, sniffling a little and giving her an appreciative smile. 

“Thanks, Nat.” He said. Hangman clapped his hand down once more and Bob looked over to him.

“Now come join the party, Bob. Y/n would hate to know that you were drinking alone.” He said with a smirk. 

Bob chuckled as he stood up from his seat, finding a newer one at the table where Rooster, Fanboy, Payback and Coyote were talking. The dagger squad fell into an easy conversation. The WSO felt content in that moment. He had a family and he knew all of them missed you almost as much as he did. He figured he could let himself forget for a while and enjoy the people he had around him. But as the conversation went on there was an overwhelming feeling of silence that made its way into the conversation. The pilots all sat around for a moment before Rooster cleared his throat,

“It’s weird without Y/n here.” He said and all the pilots murmured in agreement. It was quiet for a moment before he continued.

“ I never thought I would say this but I miss how loud they were.” 

Everyone laughed and shook their heads.

“Yeah and breakfasts at their place every Sunday. I don’t know if I miss them or their Pancakes more.” Coyote said. 

“This is gonna sound insane but I miss their unnatural love for Take my Breath Away.” Hangman said, “I mean god they sang it everywhere. In the shower, over comms on a lesson, it was always playing on their radio when you got into their car. The damn song used to annoy the shit out of me. But I haven’t heard it in over 6 months and I actually miss that fucking song.” He admitted with a chuckle of disbelief. 

Everyone laughed out loud at the statement.

“God, that damn song. I’m pretty they sang it in their sleep.” Bob joked and everyone smiled at the blonde. “They are something else, Man.” Payback said fondly and they all shared a chuckle. 

“It’s not the same here without them. I mean not really. It feels like something is missing when they’re gone.” Phoenix said and everyone fell silent. 

The silence was short lived as the smooth melody of “Take my Breath Away” filled the bar. They all looked at each other in shock and then burst out laughing at the irony.

“God, it’s like they can hear us.” Hangman said through his laughter.

Bob’s eyes were already on the jukebox and he thought he saw you standing there. He squeezed his eyes shut and turned back to the table, shaking his head and cursing at himself.

He turned back again, keeping his eyes on the floor as he timidly looked again. His eyes moved slowly upwards and widened when you were still standing there. A bouquet of red roses in your right hand. He stood up, the wooden chair screeching against the floor as he moved quickly to you. The dagger team watched in confusion as he pushed through the crowd, all of them standing to see where he was going.

He pushed through the crowded bar and stopped when he was right in front of you. He was scared that he was going crazy. Scared that if he touched you, you would vanish in front of his eyes.

“Hey, Robby.” You said and Bob felt his chest tighten and tears fell out of his eyes. 

He took you in for a moment. A sling holding up your left arm, and obvious bandages under your pants. But when he reached your face, that gorgeous face he had waited ages to see, his heart shattered. There was a large wound going down the span of your face and a patch placed carefully over your right eye. You looked different, but to Bob you were still as beautiful as the day you left. His lips quivered and his eyes were pouring tears as he walked closer to you. He gently placed his hand on the unharmed side of your face, trying to convince himself that you were real and this was really happening. 

It felt a dream, the kind that Bob kept having while you were away. They were the kind that made him smile in his sleep, feeling at peace until he woke up and realized you were still gone. Except this time he could feel the heat of your skin under his fingertips and your breath against his palm. He smiled when he realized that this was real, that it was really happening. His smile was mirrored by your own and he realized that he hadn’t spoken the entire time. Too stunned by your presence to speak.

“I can’t believe you’re here.”

“You best believe I fought my way back to you, baby. I couldn’t leave my best boy to fend against Jake alone.” 

His cheeks flushed at your choice of words, that cute pink tint returning to his cheeks just like the last time you saw him. He tilted his head down to avoid your lovingly gaze and he caught sight of the flowers in your hand. He grinned and looked up at you.

“Are those for me?” He chuckled and gestured to the bouquet in your hand. A mischievous smile creeped onto your face and you held them up to him.

“Well I couldn’t come back empty handed, now could I?” You said and he laughed as he took them from you.

“God how did I ever go so long without you.” 

“I ask myself that question everyday. I missed you so much, Robby.” 

His face flushed darker and his brain couldn’t come up with a response to offset the thumping of his heart. So he opted for the second and more desperate option. He tossed the flowers onto the table beside him and pulled you in by the waist, he was a millimeter from your lips before he pulled back.

“Oh Baby, your lips.” He said and carefully trailed his thumb down the healing wound.

“Oh for the love of god, Robby just kiss me already.” You said and he wasted no time. 

His lips softly collided with yours as you melted into him, feeling safe for the first time in Months. The passion was short lived as you heard cheering from across the bar. You pulled away from Bob to see the group of pilots with shit eating grins on their faces. You rolled your eyes and pulled Bob back in, flipping them off behind his back. You pulled back from him and laughed, kissing every inch of his face.

“I guess we should go over there.” You said, looking at the awaiting group of Pilots in the corner.

“Do we have to? I kind of want to have you to myself.” He said and pulled you closer to him.

You pushed him away playfully as you made your way to the Dagger squad. Jake pushed himself to the front of them and pulled you into a bear hug. You laughed as he sniffled back tears, telling you how happy he was to see you. You hugged him back, squeezing just as hard with your arm. He let you go and  took a good look at you when you pulled back. He smiled, a certain sadness caught in the shine of his eyes but he smiled nonetheless. He tapped your face lightly and chuckled.

“You look like a badass now. Cooler than any pilot I know.” He said and you laughed. Grabbing his hand and squeezing it in a silent ‘thank you’.  Before you could react you were pulled into another hug, followed by another until you had gotten through everyone. Not one person squeezes you less than Jake. Almost as if they were making up for lost time. Telling you that they missed you just as much as you missed them. 

A content smile crossed your face as you found a seat, being ushered to sit down while everyone else ordered for you. You let out a deep breath and felt your shoulders relax for the first time since you left. You stared at your friends who were crowding Penny at the bar, then to Fritz, Omaha and Halo who had made their way into the Hard Deck. A nod was sent your way, one of understanding and acknowledgment. You saluted them back and watched as they mingled with their friends and loved ones. You were stuck in thought till a hand came to rest on your shoulder, you looked up to see Bob taking a seat next to you, his hand moving to rest on your thigh. 

“You okay, honey? We can go home if this is too much.” He said, that concerned lilt back in his voice.

“No.” You shook your head, then grabbed his hand and placed a kiss on the back of it. 

“I’m good right here. Besides I would never hear the end of it from Jake if I left him so soon.”

“You sure?”  

“Yeah, Robby. I’m good. As long as you stay right here.” 

“I couldn’t think of any place I’d rather be, baby.” He said and placed a soft kiss on the side of your head.

You leaned in to him, placing a kiss to his shoulder before laying your head on it. You laced your fingers together and sighed in content. This is where you were supposed to be, with Bob and your family. You’d turn in all your medals and patches to stay here forever. Cut those wings off at the base of your spine if it meant that you could hold Bob’s hand forever, kiss his lips forever. You’d give it all up if it meant you could feel this happy forever. But you knew that no matter how far away you were, or how long you were gone. This was always waiting for you, and that made it all seem worth it. Every last scratch and bruise seemed like a reasonable price to pay to feel this happy, this content. You’d let it run you dry if you could guarantee it would be like this forever. 

“You okay, Y/n?” Bob’s voice dragged you out of your thoughts. Bringing you back into the moment, a sincere smile played on your lips as you cleared your throat.

“I am good, Bob. I’m very good.” You teased, he smiled and pecked your lips.

“Ok, enough with all that lovey-dovey horse shit!” Rooster yelled as they all walked back to the table. 

He placed a beer down in front of you and you swatted his head playfully, he feigned an offended gasp and you rolled your eyes. 

“I just got back, Roo. I thought I’d get at least a little reprieve from the dumb shit you say.” You said and Rooster broke into a shit eating grin.

“It’s good to have you back, Y/n.” He said warmly.

“It’s good to be back, Roo. It’s really good.”

#robert bob floyd x reader #bob floyd x reader #top gun maverick #lewis pullman #lewis pullman x reader #bob floyd imagine

[kawaiilovermagazine]

Title: Top 10 Best Action Movies on Netflix

Title: Top 10 Best Action Movies on Netflix

Introduction:

Action movies are a staple of the entertainment industry, and Netflix has a great selection of them. Whether you are in the mood for a classic or a modern blockbuster, Netflix has something for everyone. In this article, we will explore the top 10 best action movies currently streaming on Netflix.

Body:

Extraction (2020): This action-thriller stars Chris Hemsworth as a black-market mercenary hired to rescue the kidnapped son of an international crime lord. With intense action scenes and a gripping plot, Extraction is a must-watch for action movie fans.

The Old Guard (2020): This superhero movie stars Charlize Theron as the leader of a group of immortal mercenaries who must fight to protect their identities and their lives. With stunning action scenes and a strong cast, The Old Guard is a must-watch for fans of the superhero genre.

Triple Frontier (2019): This heist movie stars Ben Affleck and Oscar Isaac as former Special Forces operatives who team up to take down a drug lord in South America. With intense action scenes and a strong cast, Triple Frontier is a must-watch for fans of the heist genre.

The Raid: Redemption (2011): This Indonesian martial arts movie follows a police squad that becomes trapped in a high-rise building controlled by a ruthless drug lord. With breathtaking fight scenes and stunning choreography, The Raid: Redemption is a must-watch for fans of the martial arts action genre.

Outlaw King (2018): This historical action movie stars Chris Pine as Robert the Bruce, a Scottish king who leads his people in a rebellion against English rule. With intense battle scenes and a strong cast, Outlaw King is a must-watch for fans of historical action movies.

The Night Comes for Us (2018): This Indonesian action-thriller follows a former Triad enforcer who must fight to protect a young girl from his former associates. With intense fight scenes and stunning choreography, The Night Comes for Us is a must-watch for fans of the action-thriller genre.

6 Underground (2019): This action-comedy stars Ryan Reynolds as the leader of a group of vigilantes who fake their deaths to take down a ruthless dictator. With intense action scenes and a strong sense of humor, 6 Underground is a must-watch for fans of the action-comedy genre.

Polar (2019): This action-thriller stars Mads Mikkelsen as a retired hitman who must fight to protect his life from his former employer. With intense action scenes and a strong performance by Mikkelsen, Polar is a must-watch for fans of the action-thriller genre.

Inception (2010): This science fiction action movie stars Leonardo DiCaprio as a thief who must plant an idea in someone's mind through their dreams. With stunning visuals and mind-bending plot twists, Inception is a must-watch for fans of the science fiction action genre.

The Matrix (1999): This science fiction action movie stars Keanu Reeves as a computer hacker who discovers the truth about reality and becomes the hero of the resistance against the machines. With groundbreaking special effects and a mind-bending plot, The Matrix is a classic of the action movie genre.

Conclusion:

Netflix has a great selection of action movies, from modern blockbusters to classics of the genre. Whether you are in the mood for martial arts, heists, or science fiction, there is something for everyone on Netflix. The above list highlights some of the best action movies currently available on the platform, and they are definitely worth watching.

[brn1029]

This date in rock music history…

March 16th

2019 - Dick Dale

American rock guitarist Dick Dale died of heart failure at the age of 81. He was known as The 'King of the Surf Guitar'. He pioneered and created what many call the surf music style. Dale worked closely with Fender to produce custom made amplifiers, including the first-ever 100-watt guitar amplifier. His song 'Misirlou' featured over the opening credits to Quentin Tarantino's Pulp Fiction.

2010 - Led Zeppelin

A rare Led Zeppelin recording from the group's 1971 gig at St Matthew's Baths Hall in Ipswich, England was unearthed at a car boot sale. The bootleg copy of the audio from the group's gig on November 16th 1971 was picked up for just 'two or three pounds' by music fan Vic Kemp who said 'I was going through a stand of CDs at the car boot at Portman Road and the guy who was selling them said, 'You might be interested in this. It must have been recorded by someone standing at the front with a microphone. You can hear Robert Plant talking to the audience quite clearly.'

1992 - Metallica

During a Metallica gig at Orlando Arena fans dangled an usher by his ankles from the balcony as trouble broke out at the concert. The band were charged $38,000 (£22,353) for repairs and cleaning after the audience trashed the building.

1972 - John Lennon

John Lennon lodged an appeal with the US immigration office in New York, after he was served with deportation orders arising from his 1968 cannabis possession conviction.

1971 - Simon and Garfunkel

Winners at this years Grammy Awards included, Simon and Garfunkel who won Record of the year, Song of the year and Album of the year for Bridge Over Troubled Water. The Carpenters won Best new act and Best vocal performance for 'Close To You'.

1968 - Otis Redding

The posthumously released Otis Redding single '(Sittin' On) The Dock Of The Bay' started a five week run at No.1 on the US chart, (a No.3 hit the UK). Otis was killed in a plane crash on 10th December 1967 three days after recording the song. 'Sittin' On The Dock Of The Bay', became the first posthumous No.1 single in US chart history and sold over four million copies worldwide.

1965 - The Rolling Stones

The Rolling Stones were at No.1 on the UK singles chart with 'The Last Time', the bands third UK No.1 and first No.1 for songwriters Mick Jagger and Keith Richards.

1964 - The Beatles

The Beatles set a new record for advance sales in the US with 2,100,000 copies of their latest single 'Can't Buy Me Love.' When pressed by American journalists in 1966 to reveal the song's 'true' meaning, Paul McCartney stated 'I think you can put any interpretation you want on anything, but when someone suggests that 'Can't Buy Me Love' is about a prostitute, I draw the line'.

1959 - The Platters

Doo-wop group The Platters scored their only UK No.1 hit with 'Smoke Gets In Your Eyes' (also a US No.1 hit). The song was a show tune written by American composer Jerome Kern and lyricist Otto Harbach for their 1933 musical Roberta. Paul Whiteman had the first hit recording of the song in 1934.

[earthfire-75]

*comes up for air* I may have gotten a little lost in @firethatgrewsolow ‘s fics...

Also, Branwen gave me the inspiration to actually start the Viking Robert fic I’ve been trying to get going for a while now.

#writing #robert plant fan fiction #led zeppelin fanfic #firethatgrewslow

[callmethehunter]

This is my first venture into writing about Robert, at least for others to see. I have a rough draft to Part II that needs a lot of work LOL Thank you @firethatgrewsolow for your time and your help with edits and @brownskinsugarplum76 for your encouragement to post it. ❤ 

I have always been interested in Robert at the threshold of being discovered… Here it goes! 
Note: Not based on historical facts


It was back in the summer of 1968, she was hanging out with a guy named Steve who had the best acid of anyone on Fort Lauderdale beach. He fancied himself a genuine hippie, with long dirty blond hair, Birkenstocks and army green pants that hung perfectly on his frame. He had no aspirations other than being the guy who had the best acid on the beach.

She wanted more than that. Sure, he was sweet when he wanted to be, and a great lover, with a thick cock that perked up at the lightest touch and stayed hard as a rock… But she intuitively knew there was a problem if that was all she could articulate about why she stayed with him… somewhere in her hallucinating mind there was a growing clarity about this. 

She remembered it was the first time she had ever taken a purple microdot - the kind of acid that Jimi sang about in Purple Haze, the kind that made you feel as if you could kiss the sky, when the clouds had all gone to bed, and the colors of the ocean and sky blended together, and melted like a watercolor dripping on the earth. 

There was a place by the Bahia Mar Hotel, past the docks on the intercoastal, where people hung out around picnic tables that sat among the tall palm trees. A motley group of about 10 had congregated there. A small bonfire had been lit, and people mingled around the dancing flames, passing a joint and sipping on beer. An older guy who was obviously tripping hard was crouched down, grabbing a fistfull of sand and marveling at how the grains slipped through his fingers. His eyes were wide with awe as he dug, wrist deep, only to do it again and again.

She wasn’t in the mood to socialize at this point in her acid trip. Instead, she wanted to be alone with her thoughts and psychedelic impressions, so she sat away from the group, by the shore, gazing over the darkened beach and out towards the ocean. She was reflecting on its vastness and how the moon turned the tides, its silvery glow casting diamonds across the seemingly endless body of water. 

As she dug her feet deep into the wet, shifting sands, she watched the ocean waves, with their white foamy fingers, forever reaching, yet never grasping…persistent little fuckers, she thought. They ebbed and flowed, pursued and retreated.

Her senses were fully awakened from the acid, and she took in minute details that had completely escaped her attention before: the friction of each granule against her skin, the fact that each was unique, some darker than others, some bigger or smoother, inconsequentially small when alone, but amidst a gizillion other grains, they made up what we know as “sand”…”the whole is greater than the sum of its parts” she thought, and laughed out loud…groovy man, this microdot was fucking awesome… she was on the verge of a spiritual experience. 

The breeze carried the sounds of conversations and laughter from the group. Someone kept mentioning “dead ends”, something about a neighborhood where every other street was a dead end. The laughter echoed and then hung in the air, the stars dripping white in streaks across the indigo sky. She scanned the crowd, losing all sight of Steve as he mingled about like a prince among his subjects, selling or giving away acid, depending on who it was… there was a girl with a chipmunk face -the chick that worked at the boutique on Las Olas, making eyes at him and hanging on his every word. Good for her, she thought, shrugging it off as movement caught her attention further down the beach. 

A blond mop on long legs meandered its way toward the gathering. The mop morphed into the shape of a man with the thickest mane of blonde hair she had ever seen. He wore a shirt that billowed around him like the sails of a Viking ship…In his hand he held a harmonica and on his neck he wore a leather necklace.

He was greeted by the chick with the chipmunk face who was obviously on the prowl. The group’s murmuring was now punctuated by the sound of the newcomer’s voice which was like a bell, dispersing the reverberating echoes of the dull laughter at the edges of her perception… he shone with an inner light, his blond curls were a halo around his chiseled face, brushing against his cheek. Wait..! Was that a dimple she saw? Fuck. She felt completely disoriented. The same breeze that now caressed her skin also danced among his ringlets . We are all interconnected, we are all one!, she marveled. 

He brushed the hair away from his forehead, tucking a few golden wisps behind his ear, as his eyes roamed the gathering, coming to rest on hers. A bolt of lightning lit the darkest corners of her mind. Her tanned face flushing, she instinctively dropped her gaze and looked down at her feet, still buried in the sand where the white foamy waves pursued and retreated. She swallowed hard, as she looked up to find him still studying her. And smiling.

#first fan fic #robert plant fan fiction #robert fan fic #led zeppelin #classic rock #chapter 1

[untilthenextencore]

"Nights To Remember Ch. 3: Bright Lights, Big City, Dark Sylph, Dark Lord~..."

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Bright lights, big city. Taillights & headlights. Children of the sun. Suntanned skin & brown bottled beer. And a curvy, dusky skinned sylph a bit too dressy for such casual surroundings heading into the blues pumping nightclub. Cutting a swath through the milling crowd. Bathed in a pinkish glow from the neon curved lights announcing to the world the humble haven at which they, along with Robert & co had found themselves: The Chuco.

A reference to the Pachucos, zoot suiters that a lot of its denizens were birthed to or had otherwise in their family.

The first teddy boys in a way, Robert thought, right down to the flashy clothes & slicked back hair. Some of the kids still sported that "greaser" aka teddy boy look. Though Robert knew well enough to steer away from the former term & used the latter. He recognized the look anyway. Right down to the cuffed jeans & white t-shirts with the rolled up sleeves that had the cigarette packets & matchbook tucked inside.

He had attempted such a look in his youth. In those heady early days. When rock'n'roll first shook him, and blues first seduced him away. Astray.

Astray.

Astray is apparently how he continued to stay. How else would he find himself here? At a small nightclub away from the rest. Away from all others. But Magnet.

And her.

Magnet he saw chatting up a pretty, petite young thing against a nearby wall.

That just left him. And her. And about a few tens of other kids around them. But in his mind they all but disappeared. All blurring into a Renoir like smudgy frame for his gaze. Myopic as ever. Single-minded. Laser focused. His view. His vision. The vision.

Her.

Her.

Her.

She was bathed in light. A pink light. Blushing violet pink. The shade was a near perfect match to the signage outside. It lit her & everyone else in the room. Making them look like the denizens of one of those pulpy romance comics. All dark features & strawberry light. All dark features except for him. Which, despite his better nature, only served to have him further feel like the protagonist in one of those pulpy romances.

All dark features. And strawberry light. All he saw then was dark features & a figure lit by strawberry light. From the club's tinted lighting, yes. From the rose colored glasses Robert always seemed to sport- especially regarding her - also yes. But also from within.

She lit up.

She came alive here.

She was incandescent.

Her eyes sparkled. Glittered. Shone really. Her mask of previously remote features now fully removed if not shattered. Now her lips curved in the proudest gleaming grin.

She raised her arms in exultation, releasing a cry of exultation from deep within. One which ended up being a cry of call and response. As many around her responded with a similar cry in return.

Thankfully she was far enough ahead - while of course still remaining well in Robert's sight - that no one around them let out any other screams at Robert's striding his 6 foot, blonde, white, English country boy self inside.

Indeed he saw some glimmers of recognition, disbelief, then outright confusion. He could read their features like a book. A silent movie at play before him.

Is it him?

It is!

Why the fuck would he be here?

There's no way!

Little did they know.

There was a way.

One way.

Her.

Her.

Her.

Robert took a beer Magnet gave him in passing. He then noted with his first sip, that Magnet as he passed, was currently flitting on his way to another girl still with the first in tow. Three's company. His kinda company clearly. Clearly hopeful that a threesome was on the way.

Classic Magnet.

Upon taking this beer, Robert raised it to those eyes of recognition. A toast. In return, he pressed a finger to his lips & gave a conspiratorial smile. Thankfully, miraculously, this seemed to be enough to quell any tongues that might've been set a-wag by his arrival. Smiles were returned. Nods & cheers with their drinks in return. A few blown kisses by some young lovelies.

And it was then that even though Robert found his "cover blown," so to speak, he found himself in the clear.

With his way now clear, Robert made his way to Dahlia. She had hugged a few old friends in warm, enthusiastic greeting, chattering animatedly in a quick catch-up. Catching them as she was arriving & they were leaving. After waving goodbye, she then strolled over to the bar, picking up a beer & taking a swig herself as her bent elbow rested on the bartop she leaned back into.

As Robert approached, the soundtrack of sorts, incidental music, continued to tease him in a way that seemed anything but incidental, accidental, or by happenstance. This time, it was Junior Walker & his All Stars.

"What does it take…

(What does it take)...

To win your love for me?...

(To win your love for me)...

How can I make…

(How can I make)...

This dream come true for me…"

He reached out in what seemed like slow motion. Reaching for the vision in raspberry light. Strawberry light. A brilliant smile that seared itself into his mind at first glance. A lyrical laugh that rang out above the clinking beer bottles & trickled over him like the lightest, sweetest waterfall. And silken, tawny skin that burned him alive simultaneously as his fingers slid across her velvet soft hand. The one without the ring.

Her eyes cut over to him. Her gaze at first flickered in confusion before alighting in recognition, smile back to full strength. She mimicked the song then playing in her greeting.

"Hello, stranger." She then added yet another one of her light, playful teases. "Long time no see." Clinking bottles with him, she continued. "I was wondering when you were gonna amble your way in."

"Ah…"

For once in his life, Robert struggled for a snappy line.

So he scrambled for the closest thing.

A grin curved his lips, easier than he felt inside. "Well I can't very well leave you to the wolves now can I?" His delivery wasn't as smooth as he'd have liked, alas. His voice shook slightly. Hopefully she just took that for barely checked laughter.

As it turned out, she took it in stride. It barely checked. It barely registered.

"Wolves?" Dahlia tossed her head back in a laugh of her own. "What wolves?" Motioning to all that was around them, she stated proudly. "This? This is family! We're among family here, Planty! Don't you see? Can't you tell? We're home!"

Home.

Home indeed.

For her.

Dahlia, the girl from East LA. Hometown girl. Local girl made good. Just as her historian father Alberto Dominguez-Alvarez was a local man made good. His books and scholarly lectures and presentations were full of their glory days, both past & present.

Children of the sun.

Chucos.

Chicanos.

He'd caught one of those presentations & lectures in Birmingham in his Pre-Zeppelin days. That's where he got Alberto's books. That's where he got a primer on Mexican culture. Pre-Columbian & current. On Mexican youth. Past & present. On her.

Her father had used her pictures as an example - if a rather self-indulgent one - of modern Mexicanidad. Mentioning her then current early enrollment in UCLA.

There was a collage of pictures of her with her acceptance letter. In a brown beret uniform in East LA where they hailed from. In her Quince dress from the society page. In a button down & jeans in the slightly more upmarket part of LA the family had then moved to. In a classic, demure dress in Mexico. Using her as an example of possibility, of accomplishment, of their multifacetedness. All in one.

Later, he admitted when questioned that yes, she had been in the Sunset Strip curfew protests that some had termed riots. But he stressed that they were protests. And social engagement, community engagement was not a crime and should not be considered a crime due to a difference in melanin between the protestors themselves or between them & those they were protesting against. A knowing reference to the Civil Rights Movement.

Neither Alberto nor Robert had no idea how prescient those words were. He would later. Later. Later when Dahlia showed pictures of both herself & her father in the East LA walkouts, backing up people back home. Backing up friends. Backing up family.

And again at the Chicano Moratorium.

One of the few Zeppelin gigs she had missed she missed on purpose, flying into LA to take part while they did a gig. She headed back to East LA where her family had moved back to by then. Ready to support. To protest. To be heard. The pics she later showed them showed them looking hopeful. Proud. Expectant.

That was before, due to unforseen circumstances, things went left that day. Dark. Deadly. Black.

As soon as he heard, Pagey was on the phone. Peter too. As soon as he heard from Dahlia herself - thankfully safe at home & able to take the call - that she & her family were fine, Pagey had her fly back out to meet them on their next stop on the next available flight. Pagey had her in his arms. Locked in his room with him. Grant assigned them - her really - a bodyguard, under his, Jimmy's & honestly everyone's agreement.

Saying another silent prayer for Ruben Salazar, the one casualty that day, and any others affected, Robert decided to shake the darkness from his mind.

He allowed himself to be pulled back into the light.

Pink light.

Raspberry light.

Strawberry light.

Warm light.

Her light.

He saw his teen self in his mind's eye as he was then at the presentation. Gawking at the pictures. She was bleeding beautiful. Two years younger than him. Where did they make birds like that? Brains and beauty. Dusky skinned determination. Heaven-sent & hip as hell. LA? East LA? Right then and there, he pledged that if he ever made it to the States, he had to go there, wherever that was. Los Angeles, he knew. How far east he'd have to go, he didn't.

What he also didn't know at that time - not until much later - was just how close just such a girl was to him then. Not just such a girl. That girl exactly. For the time was spring 1967, and not only was Alberto in England.

But so was Dahlia.

Alberto, of course, was lecturing Robert & others in the north in Birmingham.

Meanwhile, Dahlia at the time - as he would later find out - was staying southward in London.

She had left the hotel room her father had gotten her, leaving her to study for a paper she was going to do on English History as he traveled about. The hotel room then stood mostly empty. Instead, she saw fit to stay with another attendee of one of her father's lectures that he'd given in London before coming up north.

A friend.

A penpal.

An on again off again budding potential love & beau.

On Shooter's Hill.

In Pangbourne.

With one who would later - now - be his songwriting partner & close friend.

Yes.

With one James Patrick Page.

There she was holeing up with him. Hitting up his local haunts with him. Scotch of St. James in between her studies. Granny Takes a Trip between corrections of one draft's grammar most likely. Giving herself to him for the first time. First of many. First of many on that trip he figured as well. Knowing Pagey. In the car if he had one. In the boat. In the boathouse. Every bleeding where in the boathouse. Again knowing Pagey, Robert figured there was hardly a surface in the place, down to the couch he sat on that first day when he came down, that hadn't been so christened that time in '67.

Granny's, the Scotch, in bed (and other places) with a dusky, driven & foreign little brunette dish. All the places Robert could then only dream of being.

Now he had his dusky brunette by way of Maureen. But she was back home with the kids. And he'd had others since then. Plenty others. Many others. He even had several around him that day.

All his focus went to only one though.

One that was off limits.

Very decidedly off limits.

The one that was closest to him funny enough.

Or as Brenton Wood sang then.

"I run after you...

Like a fool would do...

But mama didn't raise no fool...

And I should know...

That baby you got it...

That's all I can say to you..."

Brenton even seemed to see in her what he did.

"You got soul, too much soul...

Foxy clothes, the cutest nose...

The greatest shape...

There's nothing fake about you...

Baby you got it..."

But when Brenton continued, Robert felt it once again hit too close for his liking.

"My friends say no can be...

You're not the girl for me..."

Bullseye!

Try as he might to distract himself with another sip of his beer, the next song was no better.

"Just pull them little strings...

And I'll sing you a song...

I'm your puppet...

Make me do right or make me do wrong...

I'm your puppet...

Treat me good and I'll do anything...

I'm just a puppet and you hold my string...

I'm your puppet...

Your walking, talking, kissing loving puppet...

I'm hanging on a string...

I'll do anything, love you 'n' kiss ya..."

"Here…" Dahlia snapped him out of his thoughts. He looked down. A peace offering. Another bottle of beer to replace his now drained one.

Another clink.

"Cheers." She locked eyes with him, pursed lips grinning behind her bottle.

"Why won't you...

Take a chance on me...

And let me show you...

How wonderful to love can really be...

I can love you for all eternity...

Take a chance on me..."

God damn it if it wasn't Brenton Wood again summing it all up again.

"Dahlia…" He breathed her name in more of a sigh than he wanted to allow at that point. Her name always sounded like a sigh. Always. From day one. From the first day he heard it. A sigh.  A dreamy sigh. To him. From others. And most importantly from him.

"What is it, Robert?" She slid her hand over his, giving a gentle squeeze again like she had in the car. "You feeling alright?" 

That voice.

That hand.

That silken skin.

That touch.

That tenderness.

A tenderness that was always so apparent in her.

A gentility amidst her all-encompassing warmth that ranged from the flickering of a flame, dancing & playful like the mirthful light that shone in her eyes to molten, incandescent, torrid & sizzling. It scorched him. Seared him. Searing him deep within. Burned him. Burned within him. Burned him inside out. Made him feel feverish.

And again, the song playing around them said it all.

"The touch of you (baby, baby, the touches from you)...

Is drivin' me out of my head, oh, boy (baby, baby, out of my head)...

What a touch from a little hand can do (can do)...

Especially coming from you…

Turn my life all around (all around)...

I can't seem to settle down…

Oh, baby…"

"Dahlia, I…" He started before he even knew what he was going to say.

Thankfully…

Mercifully…

He was cut off before he could figure out much more to say.

Both by a random lad in an awed hush. "Holy fuck! Now there's two of them, dude! Am I seeing things?"

But no…

He wasn't…

The lad wasn't seeing things…

Because there he stood in the doorway. All six feet of PreRaphaelitic glamour. A brooding Black Irish English stallion. The dragon. The "Dark Lord" himself.

Or as Dahlia gasped, trotting over to him excitedly.

"Baby!"

James Patrick Page.

Count on him to make his entrance to a song with a twangy guitar intro.

Of course he would.

Jimmy extended his arms, welcoming Dahlia in his embrace with a smile. He hugged her tight. Warmly. Protectively. He mumbled something to her to which Dahlia nodded. Pressing a kiss to her hair, her forehead & lifting her chin, then her lips, he claimed her. Sealing it with a kiss. Or three.

And as ever, Robert was left with the unintentional soundtrack summing it up for him.

"Love...

Love is strange...

Lot of people...

Take it for a game..."

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Hope y'all enjoy~!...

As ever, this is forever under construction~...

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One Shot: Happy Ending

I'm finally done with the Robert massage story. Naturally it gets NSFW. 😉 Enjoy. ❤️❤️❤️

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Robert has you right where he wants you: naked and face-down on the bed. He knows you've had an exhausting day. He knows how to make it better.

He's thrown your red silk scarf over the lamp to dim the lights and set the mood. Barry White is playing on the stereo.

"I think this is warm enough now," he says. You can't see it, but you know he's talking about the bottle of oil that he was heating gently in warm water.

He straddles you, and his bare thighs rest against yours. You think of the best times when he has mounted you, face to face, and you’ve felt that same sensation of skin on skin. Then you get lost in visions of him onstage, his denim clinging to those soccer-sculpted thighs like a second skin. His legs are one of the many things that you love about his body.

The scent of sandalwood wafts to you and interrupts your pleasant fantasies. It's your sign that he has rubbed the oil in his hands to warm it further.

He glides his hands up your body to either side of your spine, then glides them back down. He repeats this a few times with strokes that get more and more firm.

“This is not an official massage move, but…” He lightly teases up the furrow of your spine with an impossibly slow finger. Then he cups the back of your neck with one of his large hands. He moves your hair to the side with his other hand and whispers, “I think you won’t mind if I mix some pleasure in with the business, yeah?” His tongue teases your ear and he kisses down the side of your neck before he resumes the massage.

He pauses for more oil and starts with the bottoms of your feet, working each surface in a way that is sublime after a busy work day.

You are surprised to realize how much tension you must’ve been holding in your calves and thighs when seconds of pain in those areas give way to total relaxation.

He shows his love for your ass by covering the area with a feather-light caress before he eases more tension away with a firm set of hands. Some of his strokes move your cheeks enough to tug at the lips of your core. You savor the feeling. You can’t tell if it’s accidentally or on purpose, and you don’t care either way.

He continues on. He works away the knots in your lower back, the tension higher up, and the stiffness of your neck. You’re feeling high, and the earlier part of the day is a distant memory.

He whispers in your ear. “Time to turn over, darlin’.” You marvel at how faraway his voice sounds in your stupor of pleasure. He has done a fantastic job so far.

You roll onto your back in what feels like slow motion. Your brain barely registers the scent of more sandalwood oil being heated in Robert’s hands before he massages the tension away in each of your toes and the front of your thighs.

Your arms feel like they could float in the air when he releases the tension in each one, and his work on your hands and fingers is also transcendent. You feel all of the stressed, nervous energy leaving your body.

You’re half asleep when he presses his weight on top of you and whispers, “I’m off duty now, girl… Strictly pleasure from here on…”

You’re too relaxed to acknowledge him with anything but a slow smile.

He cups your breasts, one after the other, with a light touch and licks your nipples to attention before nipping each one. The spark of mild pain from his teeth wakes you up a bit.

He follows up with more lapping and sucking of your breasts while his tongue ignites electric sensation inside of you.

You start to writhe on the bed. His hands journey down your sides while his tongue sinfully greets much of your torso. At this point, you feel his manhood dragging across your skin, making you more and more desperate to feel his size inside of you.

When he realizes that you're trying to lift your hips to meet his cock, he laughs. "You won't be feeling any of that for a long time, dear…" He continues with his tongue on a slow path below your navel. "But you will get more of this than you can stand…"

He rests his hand on your entrance and lets a finger fall between your lips, lazily trailing it in your wetness, while he holds your gaze. You can't help but squirm and grow impatient for the goodness that you know is on the way.

He rears up and kisses you one more time before he prepares to camp out at your entrance.

He gently spreads your outer lips and begins. You're still woozy from the massage, but the motion of his tongue wakes you up. A velvety warmth pools inside of you as your sensitive skin comes alive.

You savor the warmth and wetness of his tongue. His mouth is as nimble on your sensitive skin as it is on his harmonica.

You realize that he wasn't kidding about being in no hurry. Time becomes an otherworldly concept as he ushers your body through gradually escalating highs of pleasure, one apex exceeded after the other. Your clit aches for more, more, more, and your breathing turns staccato.

You’ve been watching the earnest movement of his head between your legs and the serpentine undulation of his curls across your skin, but you close your eyes and turn inward now. You begin to roll your hips to meet the lusty movements of his mouth. It’s instinct, meant to satisfy you and entice him to abandon his efforts and grind his body against yours in a primal dance.

It’s all you can think about now, his cock on the move inside of you. Your breath hitches at the thought.

He seems to sense your desires, and he puts two of his fingers to work inside of you. You enjoy the sensation, but it only makes you want his cock more. You wail and beg for him to penetrate you.

Robert smirks at you again. “It’s coming soon, darlin. You’ll get all of me really soon, don’t you worry. I can tell you’re close.”

Your voice rises and you begin to chant his name. You arch into him even more. You feel the last bit of your control slipping away.

You ride his finger and his mouth faster. It’s almost more than you can bear.

Just as you’re about to beg again for his cock your climax races through your body, causing you to tremble in response to its insistence.

You’re still trembling as Robert abandons his post between your legs to whisper in your ear: “I told you I’d take care of you, darlin’. Now,” he says, thrusting himself deep inside of you, “it’s your turn to take care of me.”

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Swiss Time - Chapter Twenty-Two

**We’re finally here … thanks for your patience with this one. It’s nsfw and very, very fluffy. I tried to polish it, but I know it’s not perfect. Like I’ve said before, sometimes you just gotta let ‘em go. Hope you enjoy it - thanks for reading! <3** 

Natalie kicked off her boots, draping her coat over the back of the living room sofa as Robert did the same. She felt giddy and high. Being with him was like sailing through a smile, and she didn’t want the night to end. Even with a pink nose and damp ringlets from the snow, he was her golden god. “I was thinking that a fire would be great. Can you make one? I’m not really good at it.”

Robert’s brow lifted. “Kind of like your ice skating?”

Her mouth curved sheepishly, and she gestured toward the stacked maple piled neatly on the hearth. “There’s plenty of wood but more outside if you need it.”

He pecked her wind-chapped cheek. “At your service, Princess Natalia.”

Her lips extended their curve. She adored the nickname and knew that he knew it, too. “I’ll turn on the radio and make some drinks. Any requests?”

“Whatever you fancy, love. I’m easy.” Robert winked, padding toward the fireplace. 

By the time Natalie returned, libations in hand, candles abounded, and a fire blazed. Robert had taken up residence on the plush rug in front of it, his back to her, seemingly engrossed in something. As she rounded the sofa, she stopped in her tracks. Duchess was snuggled in his lap, basking in the adulation as he scratched behind her ears. He smirked as their eyes met. “Told you I have a way with the ladies.”

“How the hell did you get her to come out?”

Robert shrugged, his dimple deepening. “Girls love me. All kinds, it seems.” He patted the spot beside him. “Come, sit down. I do believe it’s time to collect.”

“Collect? On what?”

“I think you know on what. Our little wager.”

Nat settled onto the heavy throw and large fluffy pillows that Robert had arranged as a makeshift nest. “Have you decided the location of said collection?”

Robert raised his lowball, clinking it against hers. “I’ve got some ideas.” He took a lengthy gulp, grimacing mightily. “Jesus Christ, what’s in this?’

“Mostly bourbon. I’m a bit of a heavy pourer,” she replied with a snicker. “Although, after last night, I should probably be sticking to tea and water.”

“I’m not so sure … I quite liked the glimpse I got of, shall we say, a different side of Natalie.”

Nat rolled her eyes. “Oh, God. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“Well, I know what I was thinking.” He tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “What I’m still thinking, as a matter of fact.”

The intimacy of the gesture sent ripples through her tummy. His hands were so big, so strong, yet capable of such a lithe, tender act. She was no match for him. She glanced to the fire, taking a shaky sip of her cocktail as the opening strains of Lay Lady Lay filled the air. “Aunt Sue said Duchess prefers jazz in the evenings, but I suppose Dylan will have to do, huh?”

Recognizing the first brick being laid of the all too familiar wall, Robert reclined onto a pillow. “Bloody good song. Wish we had a station like this back home.”

“It’s Christian’s. He built it from the ground up. Created everything … the playlists, all of it. Sometimes he broadcasts concerts from the Pavillon or the casino.” Natalie straightened the kitten’s powder blue collar. “Well, I guess not the casino anymore.”

“They’re going to rebuild it, though, right?”

“Yeah, it’s just … it won’t be the same. There were a lot of memories there. It’s the first place I ever saw you live.” She set down her drink, toying with the rim of the glass. “I’ll never forget it. So powerful.” She cut her eyes at him. “Even though you fucked up What Is And What Should Never Be.”

Robert chuckled. “Christ, I was bloody nervous. When I looked at you, my mind went blank.”

“You were nervous? What for?”

“I wanted you to like it. So much.” 

“I didn’t like it. I loved it.”

Robert held her gaze for a beat, and then another. “I was scared yesterday, Natalie. Really scared. When Bonzo told me about the fire, and I couldn’t reach you … and then when I heard your voice. That’s when I realized that …” the singer trailed off as Duchess jumped from his lap, scampering away.

“Realized what?”

He nibbled his lip, finally clearing his throat. “I’m, ah, just happy you’re safe. And that nobody got hurt.” 

Natalie could sense things unsaid but didn’t pursue it. The moment was too precious. The afternoon and evening had played out like a fairy tale, her knight in shining armor arriving to save the day. Well, perhaps not exactly shining armor, but she’d take a well worn sweater and tight pair of jeans. As long as it was him ensconced in them. Robert looped his fingers through hers, and they sat in comfortable silence as Dylan implored his lady to stay. She cocked her head, covertly canvassing him. Something felt different about his demeanor. Dare she use the term safe?

“I remember the first time I heard this. I was on a beach in Hawaii. I thought it was such a beautiful song of seduction.” Robert began to quietly sing along, “Lay, lady, lay … Lay across my big brass bed … Stay, lady, stay … Stay while the night is still ahead. I long to see you in the morning light. I long to reach for you in the night. Stay, lady, stay … Stay while the night is still ahead.”

A smile graced Natalie’s lips as she marveled at what Robert could do with his voice, from his ear-shattering, spine-tingling wail in Immigrant Song to the hushed strains of Dylan. It was a song of seduction … and she was the one being seduced.

“Is it working?” Robert murmured, expecting a barbed retort and the frown he adored, but she just looked back at him, her face impassive. “You’ve not a clue, have you?”

“About what?”

“What you do to me. How you make me feel. How you make me need you. So badly.” His gaze drifted over her delicate features. “I know you have to have more time, but-” he was silenced as she shook her head, placing her hand on his cheek.

“No, I don’t need more time.”

Shock raced through Robert’s body, followed quickly by a surge of adrenaline. His eyes narrowed as he studied her, but there was no trace of teasing. There was something else entirely. “What are you saying?”

“I’m ready.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, hoping like hell that the answer was yes.

Natalie nodded. “Yes, but …”

His heart jumped to his throat. “But what?”

“I know we’ve done things, but nothing like this, and, well, I’m just … I’m a little-”

“Oh, baby.” Robert drew her onto his lap and leaned into her ear, his voice a warm hum. “I’ve got you, girl. I’m not going to hurt you, Natalie. I’ll be very gentle.” 

She grasped his shoulders, her eyes widening. “What do I do?”

Robert’s mouth curled up. She was completely unguarded, the wall she’d begun to construct now nowhere to be seen. He tamped his emotion, relishing the trust that she’d given him. Not just her body, but maybe her heart, too. She shifted in his lap, inadvertently rubbing against his burgeoning erection, and his breath hitched as she tentatively glided a finger across it. She’d touched him before, but this was altogether different. He’d always kept a wall of his own, knowing that he could never let it get too far. It had been self-preservation, really, and her simple action decimated it.

“Why are you so quiet? Does that not feel good?”

The quizzical look on her face destroyed the rest of him. “Christ, fuck, yes, it does.” He skimmed his thumb along her bottom lip. “Oh, my sweet girl. Let’s go downstairs.”

“No, I want to stay by the fire. You made it comfy here.”

Robert cupped her jaw. “Okay, but I’m going to ask you one more time. Are you absolutely positive this is what you want?” 

“I’ve never wanted anything more.”

Robert coaxed her on her back, fanning her hair around her face. She was so beautiful, so precious, and his, at least for the night. He dusted her lips with a kiss, and then another, playful and teasing, until she tightened her fingers in his curls, pitching against him. It deepened, their tongues entwining as he clasped the bottom of her sweater. Little by little, he bunched it up, the camisole underneath it silky against his fingertips. She broke the kiss, her chest rapidly rising and falling. “You make me crazy, Natalie. You make me feel things I’ve never felt.” His eyes flickered over her, drinking in every nuance, every last detail. “I’m going to undress you now. Is that okay?”

Nat’s heart pounded. “No.”

“What? Why?” Robert swept a tendril from her forehead. “What’s wrong?”

She bit her lip, hesitating. “I want to … undress for you.” As he expelled a muted sigh, she rolled away from him and stood, their gazes locking as she slowly tugged off her sweater, tossing it on the sofa. She unbuttoned her jeans, peeling them down and stepping out of them. Clad in only her cami, panties and sheer, black thigh highs, she watched him watching her. He was transfixed as he rose to his knees, gliding his palms along the arc of her waist. Natalie swallowed at the warmth of his touch. They’d fooled around in all kinds of ways, but she’d always maintained some form of dress, however slight. Tonight, that was going to change. He kissed her tummy, cupping her breasts, and she closed her eyes as a wave of need ripped through her. Oh, God, she was wet. More so than she’d ever been before.

Robert caressed her nipples with the pads of his thumbs. Christ, they were so fucking hard, the thin fabric encasing them essentially an afterthought. “Is this alright, Natalie? Are you okay?”

“Yes.” She hooked her fingers under the bottom of the camisole and pulled it off.

Unable to resist the temptation, Robert lavished each taut bud with a sweet kiss. “You are so bloody perfect.”

Natalie moaned as he suckled her slightly, shuddering from the jolt of it shooting straight between her legs. She tangled her fingers in his hair as he did it again before plying more kisses under her breasts, then below that, gradually trekking across her belly button, his pace excruciating. His hand snaked down her backside and around her hip, widening her stance as he grazed the insides of her thighs. She gasped as it slipped in between them.

Fucking hell, she was wet. It was soaking through her knickers already. Keeping his eyes on hers, he stroked back and forth. He could see the reflexive flutter at her throat as she nodded, and he eased his fingers underneath the fabric.

“Oh, my God.” Natalie could barely move, stunned by the feel of him probing her, finding and massaging her clit. She tossed her head back as he maintained the motion, her hips beginning to sway. Oh, fuck, she was going to come, and they’d just gotten started. Her core quivered, a decadent shimmer, and another … she was on the precipice. Then she fell, tumbling down the other side. She latched onto his shoulders for support as her knees buckled. When she finally opened her eyes, he was holding her, a soft smile on his face as he offered her an even softer kiss.

“You are incredible. Everything about you. You need to come again, though. And then again after that.” Her eyes flashed to his, and he grinned. “You need to be very, very wet. I don’t want to hurt you.” 

Robert pressed her back into the pillows, brushing his lips against hers. He cradled her head with one hand, the other slipping down her side as he gently tugged the band of her panties. Natalie froze. This was it. It was happening. 

“You good, honey?”

She’d never been completely bare in front of a man, save for the towel incident hours before. But that was a million miles from this. 

“Natalie? Are you with me?”

Nat blinked, reading the concern in his voice and etched on his face. She was safe. He would take care of her. “Yes. Do it.”

Robert obliged, sliding them off and dropping them behind him as he took in the curves of her body. “Christ, you are a goddess, a deity … my Natalia.” His eyes rested in between her thighs, and he gingerly skimmed his hands across them. “I’m going to spread your legs now.” They tensed as he tried to push them further apart. “Natalie, you need to relax, girl. Let me do this.” The tension faded away as she acquiesced, and he spread her wide, settling in between them. He started with a kiss right below her belly button, and she clutched the throw as he inched closer and closer to her center. She gasped as his fingers found the delicate, damp skin, opening her. “You’re beautiful here, too. I knew you would be.”   

Natalie cried out as his tongue made contact, her hips jerking. She moaned as he did it again, bucking into him. His broad arm covered her, immobilizing her as he went to work, licking and sucking, conjuring a wicked pressure in her lower abdomen. Oh, fuck, it was like nothing before. So soft and wet and delicious. “What are you … oh, God-”

“Do you like it? Does it feel good?” 

It felt better than good. It was molten magic swirling inside. Warmth invaded her eyes as it whirled and spun faster and faster. She balled up her hands, her breathing shallow as he carefully worked a finger inside of her.

“Does that hurt, honey?”

Nat shook her head, nearly incoherent. “Oh, Robert, I think … oh, my God, I-”

“Just enjoy, girl.” Goddamn, she was tight. But she was also very wet. And getting wetter, which she needed to be. He was absolutely throbbing but wasn’t going to rush. He would take his time. Until he couldn’t. He alternated lashes and laps, working a second finger in. Her wild cries echoed through the room, nearly crumbling his resolve, until she exploded as another orgasm rocked her. She was soaked, as was his face, and he licked his lips, continuing his sweet assault.

Natalie clawed the pillow beside her. “I can’t take it. It’s too much.”

“Shhh, yes you can. Trust me, Natalie.” Robert smiled as he felt the tell-tale tremor. “That’s a good girl. Come for me, baby. You need it.”

Nat collapsed as he tightened his grip across her tummy. She stared mesmerized by his golden waves spilling across her thighs as the coiling heat returned. And then the braiding tension and the tingles at the tips of her toes. “Oh, fuck, please, I-”

“Do it, darlin’, you’re almost there.” A strangled cry escaped her throat as she gave in, clenching him over and over. She was covered in a sheen of sweat, dripping onto the blanket beneath her. Jesus Christ. The hazy, sated look in her eyes nearly drove him to distraction, and he felt his cock twitch. He couldn’t wait another second.

“I’m going to make love to you now. Is that okay?” She nodded, still dazed from the rush of the releases. “You’ll need to be on top of me, Natalie. That way you can control-”

“I trust you. And I want you to make love to me.”

He nuzzled her thigh. “Oh, my girl. Alright, but you have to tell me if I’m hurting you. I won’t necessarily know, okay, baby?”

“Okay.” Time seemed to slow as he yanked off his sweater, his hands gliding to his belt. He unbuckled it, the clang of the act bringing home to her where the evening was headed. He dispensed with his jeans with ease, revealing the long, toned limbs of an athlete. She’d never seen a man in his state, naked, aroused, and completely confident. The sight of him simply took her breath away. “Can I …” 

“Can you what, love?” Robert could barely hear her halted response.

“Can I touch you?”

The singer barked a hushed laugh as he lay next to her. “Darlin’, you can touch me anytime and anywhere you want.” 

His dimple faded as Natalie ran her finger across the glistening tip, pressing her lips against it and offering him a timid swipe of her tongue. “Is that right?” 

“Christ, it’s not wrong.”

There was a hum in the back of his throat as she repeated the action. “You taste salty.”

Amused, Robert tilted his head. “Well, you taste fantastic.”

Natalie continued her exploration, sliding her finger down the length of him. His cock was so hard, jutting out, impossibly thick. There was just no way. “Robert, I want to, so badly, but I’m not sure this is going to work.”

The singer smiled, falling over her. “It will, I promise. I’ll go slow at first. I’ll take care of you.” He kissed her breast, delighting in her little mewl as his tongue flicked her nipple. He drifted back up her neck, delivering another kiss to her chin, then her lips. “You really are so perfect for me. Every inch of you, your hair, your eyes, your smile.” He met her gaze. “Are you ready?” She nodded, and he wrapped her legs around his waist. “Relax for me. Right here,” he added, pressing his palm across her tummy, and she nodded again. Her mouth fell open as he positioned himself. “Alright, honey, here I go.” He pushed into her, just the tip, pursing his lips at the luscious heat enveloping him and her tiny groan. She was burning up and so tight. Fuck. He swallowed, gritting his teeth to combat the primal urge to thrust hard. “You doing good, baby?” Her lids dropped a fraction, her silent affirmation. Another kiss, another inch, back and forth, slow and easy until he reached her wall. She’d taken all of him. Good, good girl. “You feel amazing, Natalie, just beautiful. Are you hurting?”

It didn’t hurt exactly, just felt different, full and strange, but in a good way. “I’m not hurting. It’s just … I don’t know how to explain it.”

“Do you like it?”

“Yes. I like that it’s you.”

“Oh, sweet girl, you’ve ruined me.” Robert framed her face with his hands. “I’m going to move now. Try to move with me. You’ll understand.”

Nat gasped as he swiveled his hips, thrusting cautiously. He kept the angle just so, the friction of his pelvis on her clit ushering in a new warmth. The vague soreness made way for something else, something deep, being filled in a way she never knew existed. She began to rock against him, clutching his broad shoulders as he leaned in for another kiss. Their tongues matched the sultry rhythm of their bodies, giving and taking, lost in each other. 

With a groan, Robert broke the embrace, the tender gleam in his eye morphing into one more carnal, more urgent. “You still okay, honey?” The words were winded and tense.

“Yes,” she whispered, pulling him close, surrendering to him completely. He tilted her hips to meet his thrusts, and the fire inside rekindled. Over and over, eyes solely on each other as their tension wound tighter and tighter, their connection stronger, more profound. Her head dropped back as she closed her eyes, her fingers diving into his hair.

“Don’t close your eyes. I want to see them.” Robert grazed her cheeks with his thumbs, clenching his jaw as the aching pressure between his legs threatened to break. “Come with me, Natalie. You’re almost there. I can feel it. And so am I.”

She moaned as she felt the anticipant flutter inside. “Fuck, Robert, I’m going to … it’s-” she broke off, stilling as she teetered on the edge. 

He kissed the spot right below her ear. “I’ve got you, baby. Let me take you there.” Her brow wrinkled as he pushed deeper, grinding his pelvis against her clit. Another flutter and her chest heaved, her body trembling. “Come for me, Natalie, while I’m so deep. I want to feel you fall apart in my arms.” 

And she did, giving in to the searing need, their groans intertwining as the blessed release captured them. Nat crumpled into the blanket, exhausted, overwhelmed, and satisfied. Robert didn’t make love. He worshipped.

The singer rested his forehead against hers, his breath gradually coming back to him. He expected relief but found only a hunger for more. The gentle smile that lit up her face stole his soul, and he rolled onto his side, tracing the lines of it with the tip of his finger. “I’m lost, Natalie. Completely lost. There wasn’t an hour that went by that I didn’t dream about this.” He drew her hand to his lips. “Making love to you as dawn paints the sky. I could hear every murmur, every whisper, every sated sigh.” The corner of his mouth curved slightly. “You called my name a lot.”

Natalie grinned, swept up in his magical melange of contradictions. Arrogant, certainly, virile, without a doubt, but kind and good and silly and sweet. Her grin vanished as he cupped her chin, his eyes narrowing. His intention was obvious, and electricity flooded her body. He wasn’t the one who was lost. She was.

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[sanammma]

Ten Years Gone - Chapter 3

I’m so sorry for taking SOOOOOO long. I hope it’s worth the wait. As always, special thanks for @callmethehunter for taking a look at it. Also, this is my first time trying to write actual smut so.. please don’t judge and enjoy XD. The scene is near the end of the chapter if you wanna skip it.

NSFW..

19th July 1965

The sun was already high in the sky when Madeline slowly opened her eyes and squinted. She turned away from the dull rays of sunshine. Snoring, Gina was still in a deep slumber, her brown locks of hair were scattered across her rough pillow.  Madeline’s body ached from sleeping on the cheap mattress yet Gina seemed fine to her even though she was sleeping on the wooden floor. Maddie was jealous of how her cousin was able to live a happy simple life with very little resources. During her visits, she often felt needy and spoiled but it wasn’t Gina who made her feel that way, she just felt annoying to the family.   Nevertheless, Gina could always convince her to come over no matter how determined Maddie was to never visit again. She sighed as she remembered that iit washer last day in Kidderminster. She wasn’t so sure about how she felt, she felt partly happy to return to her normal life in London but she was also disappointed with the boy she dreamt so much about.

Robert had been taking her on dates for two weeks but she didn’t seem to be very satisfied. She wondered if it was her fault, if she was the one who rhad unrealistic expectations.  , She wanted an adventure, something extraordinary and all she got was lame, awkward, very normal dates. On the first date, he picked her up from her aunt’s house and they walked together to the library where they met. Together, they sat through a very bad literary night. A Poet after a poet, they weren’t well prepared for the night and it showed clearly on their faces and body language. Robert barely listened to a word, he kept his eyes on Madeline, studying her features. She was too much a critic to just enjoy his company, she took notes and tried to point out weaknesses. She was not pretending to be smart, but it was undeniable that she loved the attention. After that, they had dinner in a restaurant and that was the equivalent of somebody trying too hard. As they were eating, their conversations, annoyingly, revolved around their families rather than each other. She knew that it was unlikely for the first date to be significantly special, it just really bothered her that he was not able to prove her wrong. She was hoping to live a romantic, fictitious story and she was shocked by the boring reality.

The second and the third dates were terribly similar to their first one. Hours of shallow conversations did not go exactly well for both of them, and when it was time for the fourth date, they weren’t particularly excited.

That morning, the thought of standing him up was slightly appealing to her but when she told her cousin about what she was thinking, Gina talked some sense into her. She convinced her that she was still able to turn things around, to add a twist to her story. Maddie didn’t really believe that she could do that, she was a fan of giving up as soon as things got out of her comfort zone, she was scared of stepping out of it while she knew that the best memories she had were when she took that terrifying step.

Under the heat of the sun, Gina took the city girl from one shop to another to buy cheap swimsuits and sweet sundresses. As the heat faded away, the two girls were practically running back home. Madeline quickly looked up at the colourful sky as they waited for a car to pass, the sun granting her back the  charm that she had come  to the town with, while it slowly disappeared under the horizon.

In the worn out, wooden attic-room, Maddie put on a floral off-white sundress and matched it with flat sandals. She heard the doorbell as Gina put some makeup on her, immediately cursing Robert for being so punctual

“Wait, I’ll invite him in and I’ll come up and finish-“The cousin said with a hurry before Madeline interrupted her.

“No no no, I’ll just –“ she grabbed a tissue and wiped away her half-finished makeup “How ugly do I look?” She grinned, raising her eyebrows.

Gina hid her face with her hands in disappointment and let out a tired sigh “ God!! Ahhh, Maddie, I hate you”

“I’ll get it!!” Maddie shouted to her aunt who was waiting for a chance to meet that library boy that was the centre of every recent conversation. “How ugly do I look?” She repeated to her cousin.

“Bearable” Gina said with a smirk that showed a hint of admiration.

“Good enough, now honey, wish me luck” Madeline kissed her cousin on the cheek. Grabbing her bag, she quickly ran downstairs to meet her date who was still at door. Almost breathless, she opened the door with a smile, her hair braided to the side. He was crouching as he waited for her, his golden curls falling forward on his face, fondling the petals of a flower that rested near the flowerpot they kept in the front porch. Robert quickly stood up when he saw his date. Gazing at her, lost, he scratched his head.

“Hi, there! I.. uhhh.. I’ve always wanted to grow this kind of flowers on our porch.. my mother .. she never really liked them” he stuttered.

“ What kind of mother likes the same things as her 17 year-olds, I’m not really surprised..” She paused, “But I find it strange that your mother isn’t just happy to see you running after flowers and not .. y’know.. whatever 17 year-olds like these days” Madeline said with a shy chuckle.

“She’d always wanted me to have an actual job, you know.. go to the city .. become a businessman or something.. well.. I definitely can’t see that happening..” he laughed as a dimple appeared on his cheek

Grinning, Maddie said goodbye to her, father and aunt who were too busy with conversation, and closed the front door behind her. She put her hands behind her back and tilted her head slightly. He looked at her with eyes the blue of the ocean, and took her hand, placing a tender kiss on it. His lips lingered on her skin as she parted her lips slightly. She kept her hand in his as he looked up at her. She brought her eyes to his lips and leaned in. Luckily – and unexpectedly- he took the hint and brushed his lips against hers. His arm wrapped her waist as they closed their eyes and kissed tiny, shy kisses. She chuckled and moved back, looking into his eyes. “Robert, please don’t take this the wrong way, but I didn’t really like that” she teased as she played with a loose strand of his hair.

“I’m sorry.. Did I do something wrong? I didn’t mean to-“ He said with confusion in his eyes.

“No, no that’s not it.. you see, when I first approached you, I had one thing in mind” She interrupted. He opened his mouth to speak but she quickly shushed him with her finger. “I wanted to know you, I couldn’t stand the idea of not knowing who you are.. and when I say I want to know you, I don’t mean your family, the school you went to or all those things that people talk about during their first dates. I want to know you. I want to know what makes you cry.. I want to know what you think of god, of death, of sex. Let’s throw all the formalities in the trash and get real.  I don’t want those little kisses anymore, when we kiss again tonight, let’s try to make it memorable. This is my last day here, we might never see each other again, so we’ve got nothing to lose..”

“What if I lose you?”

“If you raise your head to the night sky.. you’ll find me”

He looked at her in awe, almost disbelief, searching for a monster in her eyes, or maybe be a goddess. At that moment, he did not know if their relationship would last, but he knew that he’d never meet a girl like the one between his arms.

In the next few hours of the evening, they were walking along the streets of the town, asking each other questions by turn. At first, it was awkward and strange but once Maddie told the very detailed story of how she threw up from the window of her friend’s apartment, they got really comfortable. Robert was leading the  way to all the places that were important to him throughout the little town.   He showed her his grandpa’s grave and told her the story of how he fought in the war. He took her to the primary school he went to and talked about his childhood and how he would treat his children differently. One story after another, she kept listening and watching the glimmer in his blue eyes as he talked with passion. They were happy and afraid of the end of their night. They kept jumping from place to place until everyone disappeared into their houses. The town grew quiet and stars shone brighter. Alone in front of the river, they stood looking at the water flowing with a hesitance, the soft summer breeze brushing against their skin.

“ Do you think this world is good?” She broke the sweet silence.

“I don’t know.. I think I’ve seen too much misery to say that..”

“Is it bad then?”

“No, it’s not bad.. it’s not evil.. there IS evil but the world as a whole, not evil..” he sighed and looked up at the sky. “I think for us to exist, there has to be some evil, some darkness”

“And how is that?” she raised her eyebrows

“Let’s say that the world is a little room okay? You can light it from above and there will be no darkness, but when you put things inside that room there has to be some shadow..” Holding her hand, he sat on the ground with her in front of him. “I think that the perfect god created imperfect beings, he created beings with freedom, with life, for them to exist, there has to be some darkness, but the good and the bad, they cancel each other out, creating a strange harmony..”

“ So you do believe in god?”

“I do, yeah.. maybe not the very popular Jesus Christ, I think I just believe in a creator..” He said as their fingers intertwined. Watching the little movements of her hands, he asked “Do you?”

“I don’t know if I believe in a creator, I’m still figuring it out.. I think that god, if he exists, isn’t watching us from above, I think he’s in the little details.. I think he’s in the blooming flowers, in the mommy cat who runs to protect her kittens..” She paused as she saw him gazing at her, his eyes fixated on hers. “In the little space in between us ..” She looked into his eyes. Parting her lips slightly, she closed her eyes as his lips met hers with a shy longing. They pulled apart and took shaky breaths, their foreheads resting against each other. He looked into her eyes and held her head in his hands, pulling with need, with passion. One hand fondling her hair, the other exploring her body, appreciating every line, every crevasse, she lay flat on her back as he matched her body’s form.

“See? This is what I wanted” She grinned into the kiss. He smiled and pulled her closer again, parting her soft lips with his tongue, sending shivers down her spine. He was almost unable to contain his happiness, his fascination with her, his longing and his desire He sank into the kiss knowing that he wasn’t going to survive but not taking one glance back, he felt ready to sink into her sea of madness, to never ever be able to forget her.

“Do you mind if we continue this in my place?” He asked with a hint of fear.

“Yeah okay, let’s go” she said, heavily breathing.

He stood and helped her up. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close to her, breathing him in, capturing the moment, remembering him. Her head rested against his broad chest as he gently stroked her, placing a tender kiss on her head.

“Wanna race to the house?” he whispered in her ear with a wide grin on his face.

“That’s not fair, I don’t know where it is”

“Well yeah you’re right but I don’t really want you to win” He said just before he sprinted. She laughed and ran behind him, their loud laughs filling the silent air.

Once they reached his place, he asked her to take off her shoes and carry them upstairs. Her heart was pounding as they ran to his room on the tips of their toes. He was breathing heavily when he opened the door for her. She walked in and he locked the door behind them. With the sound of the door shutting, he could almost hear his reluctant heartbeat. He lingered at the door before she turned to him and smiled. Unable to contain his feelings anymore, he stepped towards her and kissed her fully on her lips. Pulling her closer to his almost feverish body, he gently pushed her flat on the bed. Their kisses were hot, passionate and careless. Madeline’s hands were behind his neck, on his broad shoulders, exploring his chest. Feeling his hardness through his jeans, she felt sweetly dizzy, spontaneously parting her legs. Suddenly, he pulled away and sat up, the nervousness obvious on his face.

“Honey, why did you stop? Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I just think that I need to tell you something before it’s too late..” His breath was heavy as he tried avoiding eye contact.

“Robert, you can tell me anything..” She said as she caressed his shoulder, placing a quick kiss on it.

“Uhhh how do I say this..” he scratched his head “okay, here it goes, this will be my first time..” Robert chuckled.

“This will be my first time too” She lied with a shy smile.

He pulled her back and touched her lips with his as he held her hands. “I’m so happy to be with you” he whispered before kissing that sensitive spot just below her ear. He left a trail of wet kisses along her jawline, neck and collarbones. His shaky fingers reached for the zipper of her dress as she started unbuttoning his shirt, placing little kisses on his chest. He took it off, his eyes fixated on hers, not talking, not smiling, he just looked at her in the darkness, admiring her, loving her, carving her soft features in his memory.

Robert helped her out of her dress and lay in between her legs.  Her fingers fondled his hair, that shone beneath the moonlight, as he kissed the hollow of her throat, subtly moving lower until he reached her lacy pink bra.

“May I?” He whispered, looking up at her.

“Yes..” She affirmed, arching her back slightly for him. He reached for her bra, stroking her smooth skin. His hand was shaky and sweaty as he fumbled with the hook. He tried once, twice.. as he kept his eyes on hers. She chuckled as he looked at her with confusion. With one swift movement, she undid the hook and bit her lip. Lingering, Madeline took it off and gazed at him. She had lost her virginity but she was never truly naked in front of somebody, body and soul. She took his hand and brought it to her breast. Her nipple tightened at his slightest touch.

“I want to feel you on my skin, baby” she murmured.

He cupped her other breast and began caressing her nipples with his thumb. She studied his face and watched his pupils widening slightly, causing her to grin. She wrapped her arms around his neck, their tongues entwining in a playful dance

He brushed his lips against the soft skin, licking, twirling his tongue around the taut buds, listening to her sighing and moaning quietly. Slowly, he moved his kisses across her stomach, caressing the sides of her body.

“Oh, baby it feels so good...”She shut her eyes and arched her back, letting him know that he’s doing a good job. She spread her legs wider, feeling her need growing stronger, taking over what’s left of her dizzy mind. He slipped his fingers under the lace of her panties as he kissed her wet centre…?. Between her hushed sighs, she grabbed his head and looked at him helplessly. “Baby please..”

He sat up and pulled her panties as she wiggled out of them. Completely naked, she spread her legs even wider to lure him in. For the first time in his life, Robert was looking at a woman lying down before him, no barriers between him and her. He felt his breath getting heavier, he knew he couldn’t hold much longer. “Control yourself” he almost whispered to himself before bringing his lips to her wetness. He licked her once and heard her let out an almost too loud moan. He reached for the zipper and took off his jeans, throwing them on the ground. One hand on his neck, the other on his chest, she pulled him towards her and kissed him with a love she’d never known before. She held his hand and guided him towards her centre. With his middle finger, he stroked her, touching her clit. He enjoyed the power he had over her as he watched her becoming a complete mess. He placed the tip of his finger on her entrance and whispered between wet kisses “Can I?”

She nodded and he slipped his finger inside, watching her gasp in absolute pleasure.

“Am I hurting you?” He asked, feeling her heartbeat with the palm of his hand. He felt taken, entirely lost in her.

“I’ve had personal experiences.. I’m good” She chuckled, taking a deep breath. “Baby, I need you in..”

Robert felt his heart pounding in his chest with a passionate urgency. He gave his girl a kiss and then took off his boxers. She bit her lip, her eyes slightly widening when she saw his rigid length. She smiled and let out a sigh, spreading her legs wide before he kneeled in between them. He placed his tip on her entrance and whispered “if it hurts just tell me okay?”

“Okay “

“You ready, honey?”

“Yes.. “ her eyes were fixated on his as he slid his length inside her. The warmth enveloping him, he threw his head back, his eyes closed, his mouth open. He felt everything at once, the blood was racing in his veins. Madeline was in a similar state, grasping the sheets beneath her, she felt real, alive. He woke up from his haze with a little smile on his face, caressing her cheek with the back of his index finger. She kissed his finger, her eyelids heavy. Slowly, he started thrusting inside her, entering a whole new world of ecstasy. She was grinding against him, almost unable to breathe. He dropped, burying his face in her neck, kissing her shoulders between moans. She squeezed his ass, bringing him closer to her as she felt the warmth spreading in her lower stomach. She could tell he was close as he sped up his pace, pushing deeper, and she was not holding back.

“Oh my .. I.. I’m gonna..” He moaned, barely lowering his voice so he didn’t wake up his family.

“Yes, Robert .. let go, baby.. let go..” She whispered breathily.

With a few more thrusts, his orgasm ripped through his body, immediately followed by hers. Her legs shook as she felt his cum deep inside her. She was exhausted and absolutely satisfied. Still inside her, she grabbed his face and kissed him, smiling into the kiss. “You know that wasn’t so bad for a first time..” Madeline teased as he collapsed next to her, their breaths slowing down steadily. He pulled the covers and cuddled her, a hand on her waist while the other was in her messy chestnut hair. He kissed her shoulder, whispering in her ear “I’ve never been this happy before..” He paused, gazing at her “Thank you.. Maddie”

“You’re very welcome, Blondie..”

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[waywaydowninside]

The Robert and Linda story continues.  Finally!  I’m experimenting with story length.  This one is much shorter than the previous two.  Hope you like it.

A Rock and Roll Affair

Chapter 3

38 Malibu Colony Road

October

1976

There's somebody waiting alone in the street For someone to walk up and greet Here you are all alone in the city Where's the love that you took to your side Lonely faces will stare through your eyes in the night

Number 38 sat at the end of a winding road in Malibu Colony. It was an exclusive West Coast zip code for the rich and famous.  Streisand, Redford, Nicholson, Beatty--members of the Hollywood establishment--had long made this haven their home.  But during the 1970s, Malibu had attracted a new group of celebrities from the music industry.  The Rolling Stones, Eric Clapton, Diana Ross, Cher, and, most recently, Led Zeppelin, had all resided, at one time or another, along the legendary California coast, just over an hour’s drive from Los Angeles.

Linda purchased 38 Malibu Colony Road after her album, “Heart Like a Wheel,” went double platinum in 1974.  Songs like “You’re No Good” and “When Will I Be Loved” made her a multi-millionaire.  It was her first real home after living in and around Los Angeles since the late 1960s when she moved from Tucson, Arizona to pursue her dream of being a singer. In those early years, she lived a mostly communal life, surrounding herself with other young music artists and it was a wonderfully creative and collaborative time for her.  But success had taken members of the California rock scene in different directions, and she found herself wanting to put down roots. Malibu’s secluded oceanfront provided her with that opportunity.

Robert followed Linda through the patio entrance into the house.  The sweet scent of honeysuckle from the garden wafted in the air.  When she turned on the light, he saw her Steinway in the middle of an expansive living room.  It was covered with sheet music and notebooks, and he enjoyed imagining her playing piano and singing throughout the night.  Her house felt comfortable and safe, unlike the cold, unfamiliarity of the bungalow just a few miles down the beach where he lived the previous year while recuperating from his near-fatal car accident—if one could call hosting nightly parties with a room full of women waiting to get fucked by a rock star, “recuperating.”  It seemed nothing could stop Robert from getting his fill—especially after the crash. Wheelchair.  Crutches.  It didn’t matter.  He was lucky to be alive.  And he was determined to live.

“Welcome to my home,” Linda said.  She took his hand.  “Follow me.”

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

They walked up a dimly lit stairwell situated just beyond the open kitchen.  When they reached the top, Robert’s eyes opened wide, and he looked at Linda and grinned.  “This is spectacular,” he said.  He was standing on the roof of her house overlooking the Pacific Ocean.  The roof had been redesigned into a private, open room with a balcony extending slightly beyond the main structure of the house.  It was tastefully furnished in the rattan style and filled with an assortment of brightly colored pillows and blankets, vases of white orchids, candles, a stereo, several acoustic guitars, more sheet music, and a mini-bar.  A firepit stood at the center of the room.  “I’m impressed.  How long did this take to build?” Robert asked.

“About a year, I think.  It’s my little sanctuary.”  She walked over to the bar.  “I have it fully stocked.  My girlfriends like to drink,” she laughed.  “What can I get you?  I have imported beer, wine, tequila.”

“Beer.  And, uh, can you point me towards the bathroom?  Is it downstairs?”  She pointed to a door behind the bar.  Robert walked over to Linda and kissed her on the cheek.  “Be right back,” he said.

Inside the bathroom, he looked at himself in the mirror and rubbed his eyes. They were bloodshot.  The cold water he splashed on his face revived him.  As he reached for the small vial in his pocket, he thought about Linda. She didn’t drink or use drugs. All the women he fucked liked to party. Some of them liked to party too much. He hated it when girls got sick and threw up all over him.  And it happened far too many times.  This would be a welcome reprieve from that shit.  The coke vial was a gift from Jimmy who had it specially made of solid gold for him on his twenty-first birthday.  Robert unscrewed the top, scooped out the coke, snorted it through both nostrils, and wiped his nose with his hand.  His throat numbed instantly.  As he swallowed the bitter tasting powder, he unbuttoned his jeans to piss, and when he was done, he washed and dried his hands, took one last look at himself in the mirror, lit a cigarette, and went back out.

Linda had built a fire and lit several candles and they washed the room with a warm glow.  She stood at the balcony looking at the moonlit ocean.  Robert walked over beside her.  She handed him his beer, and he took a long swig. Looking back towards the room, she said, “I designed this because I wanted someplace special to escape to when I needed solitude.  I fall asleep here sometimes just listening to the waves.”

“Do you often need solitude?”  He asked, gently touching her hair.

“It helps me think.  I’m not going to lie.  I love this business we’re in, but sometimes it can be overwhelming.  So, I take a few steps back for a little while.  I’ll listen to music, read, or write in my journal. Or take a nap,” she giggled.

“In your sanctuary.”

“Yes.  In my sanctuary.”

“You know, I was your neighbor for a while last year.  I watched the waves from a wheelchair.”

“Your car accident?”

“Yeah. I could have used a sanctuary like this at the time. But I would have needed somebody to carry my ass up the stairs.  Ha!” They both laughed.  “At least now I can walk without my crutches.  My leg was shattered.  I had a broken ankle.  A broken elbow.  Doctors told me I might not walk again, but I wasn’t going to have that.  We cancelled plans to record the new material, and I came to sunny California to convalesce.”

“And you still managed to record an album.”

“In a wheelchair, mind you,” he batted his eyes, opened his arms wide, then bowed, comically congratulating himself, feeling pleased that he made her laugh out loud again.

“That’s called perseverance.  You’re a fighter, Robert.  And a comedian.”

“Yes.  And you’re beautiful and sexy when you laugh.”

The connection between them was electric.  They certainly weren’t the first two famous people in Hollywood to take their relationship from casual to intimate within a matter of hours.  But the intimacy developing between Robert Plant and Linda Ronstadt was far from typical. And they both felt it.  Neither of them had to wade through exhausting layers of the façade that enshrouds those who rise to the level of international superstar.  That was clear from the moment they met. The nervous anticipation of meeting each other vanished with that first handshake and smile.  Trust. Honesty.  Foundations for relationships that take years to build were established instantly.  Neither of them could explain it.  And if they could explain it, would it matter?  They were together in this moment. That’s all that mattered.

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[hallyudoinchica]

Return To The Garden Ch. 2

January 1969 Los Angeles, California

The minute the plane had touched down in LA it felt like the world and the universe had shifted in such a way as to make him feel as if such a thing as January, Winter, or the blustery & freezing cold he had found up north in Seattle weren’t even a thing. It was almost as if they didn’t exist. Instead he and everything around him were bathed in a golden sunlight and a warmth that was so all encompassing it felt nigh on unnatural considering they actually were in the dead of winter and it was January and for as long as he could remember those two things were usually tied with snow and cold.

A few minutes from the hotel they were staying at - the Chateau Marmont and it seems and all of a sudden he was in a different world yet again. Robert squinted off into the distance as he surveyed his surroundings. The signs and artwork on the buildings and words spilling from the mouths of the people milling around him began to switch in language. Spanish he supposed.It then occurred to him that he was lost in a foreign land in more ways than one.

Restaurants. Grocery stores. Clothing stores. But Robert noticed that all of them had a “mom & pop” homeyness to them giving them a sense of warm familiarity that cut through the lingering “stranger in a foreign land” sense.

The one place above all else that called to Robert was one purple painted building across the street that had its name painted above the doorway in simple curving script: “The Velvet Snake”. Crossing the street & peeking inside he found he was immediately plunged into darkness, as the room was dimly lit save for a few candles, the cafe section far off to one side & a spotlight on a currently empty stage with an open mic straight ahead. The place was packed full of young people, most of them kids his age, most of them non-white it seemed, all of them sitting in tables and in loose chairs facing the open stage. Slow music played in the background as he was also hit by the smoky ambience and the combined smell of coffee, tea, incense & maybe a hint of “grass”. His kind of scene.

Once the veil of smoke parted and his eyes acclimated to the sudden darkness he saw a dark haired goateed man with black framed glasses, dressed in black welcoming everyone & announcing the next performance to be one of poetry, a popular newish piece that was to be read shortly. He asked everyone to find their seats or a spot at the wall seeming to cut his eyes at Robert as he spoke, making Robert feel very small. Exposed. An intruder in their midst. Robert then scanned the room for an open chair or a gap by the wall. Thankfully he found a table at the back with an open chair. At that table were two beautiful young girls, both brunettes, both dressed in delicate white lace frocks with flowers in their hair.

The one that sat furthest from him & closer to the wall had a filmy white dress with thin straps that looked to be a left over from the Gatsby days. The lace was sheer enough to allow her warm sun-kissed skintone to peek through, and was cinched with a pale blue silk ribbon. She had a notebook in hand in which she was scribbling madly under the guidance of the candle light & thin streams of daylight that managed to pass through the lace curtains behind them. As she wrote, her wavy black hair became a momentary curtain until her attention snapped back up to the stage, revealing a lovely face, all big brown eyes and full lips that gave her an appearance of perpetual petulance. Charming girl.

But Robert found his gaze & attentions then drawn to the girl beside her. The one whose white shift dress was less Gatsby & more Carnaby. She had on a white tunic dress with lace overlay & lace sleeves. Her long straight hair parted just off center framing a face that was less petulant than that of her friend’s and more serene as she sipped her tea awaiting the next performer. Calm. Enigmatic. Without realizing it, Robert’s sandaled feet had pointed & propelled him in her direction. He only became aware of this when he found himself by her side & being looked up to by those dark eyes that seemed to glitter in the candlelight, prompting him to hush as he motioned to the vacant seat beside her. “May I? ”

She nodded.

He was in.

Heaven.

Robert found himself in heaven.

Here in the midst of the “City of Angels”.

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[psychedeliagroove]

Guitar Lessons With Jimmy Page Part 3

It’s been a fat minute… But if you’re reading this after part 1 and 2, thank you. And if you’re new here please go and read part 1 and 2 and then come back here and (hopefully) enjoy part 3.

I love writing these, and I hope you love reading it as much as I loved creating it.

“Shit” I murmured to myself after I messed up my eyeliner for what felt like the hundredth time.

I never was one to spend too much time on my appearance even when my mother used to constantly badger me about how “a lady should always look put together”. I never did find myself listening to her advice, until now.

Finally my hand decided to stay steady as I drew the last wing, completing my eye makeup.

As I reached over to grab the Yardley lip stick sitting patiently on my vanity table I remembered the half-kiss I shared with Jimmy the other day.

The sweet, innocent, and sadly interrupted kiss.

The more I thought about it the more I wondered how far that seemingly innocent almost-kiss would have gone if not for Robert barging through the door and yelling at the top of his lungs.

I let out a giggle as I remembered the almost comical scene from last week.

I was pulled out from my thoughts in a second as my eyes made their way to the clock hanging on my wall. I gasped and hurriedly applied the coral pink lipstick that was in my hand.

Realising I had around 25 minutes to call a taxi and make my way to the gig, I leaped across my bed for the telephone which sat on my bedside table.

A telephone girl with a shrill voice answered the phone. “Hello, where from and where to will you be travelling this evening?” She said in a professional manner.

“From 87 Dover’s Green road to uh…” I grabbed the piece of paper that sat next to the telephone and squinted at the address that I had written down on to it during a phone call I received from Robert the other day.

“…To Ewell college, please!” I replied after making out the words from my messily rushed handwriting.

“Alright dear, your taxi will be arriving shortly, thank you for calling!”

And with that I could hear the click on the other end of the line that signalled the telephone girl had hung up.

I tapped my foot on the soft rug beneath me, already impatient.

“What did she mean by shortly? How shortly is shortly?” I wondered to myself, scared I might miss even a second of the gig.

However I was not let down by the taxi service when I saw the vehicle pull up to the sidewalk outside my window within the span of 7 minutes from the time of the initial phone call.

I grabbed my bag and struggled into my boots before racing out the door, on to the street, and into the taxi.

I stared out the window as the car passed Woodhatch park, then the local diner and then we were on the motorway. I felt my nerves grow the closer the taxi got to Ewell college.

Then they almost went out of control when the taxi driver turned to me and told me in his tired voice “this is your stop ma’am”.

I thanked and payed the man then I hopped out the car.

My heels clicked against the cold hard pavement that lead to the entrance of the college.

With the entrance of the college in view I only realised just how many people were entering, initially I thought that a good chunk of them could just be students but when I heard murmurs of the two names that were familiar to me I realised just how popular Jimmy and Roberts little band was.

With the crowd of college students and teenagers just like me, I made my way into the college, letting the bustling crowd that shifted around me guide me to the location of the gig.

Once inside I was met with a cramped looking stage that had a drum kit and a microphone stand set up atop its hard wooden flooring.

As I looked at the ever growing number of girls and boys in the auditorium, I realised just how many people came to watch the band, far more than I had anticipated.

At this point I couldn’t move an inch within the large crowd, but with strong determination and countless shoulder-shoves followed by apologies, I made my way to the front of the crowd with an up-close view of the small stage in front of me.

To pass the short amount of time before the band came on, some groups in the audience conversed with each other. Another small chunk of the audience gathered around in a corner.

At first I wondered why this group of long haired gals and guys were all huddled around.

That was until I saw the light from a small orange flame protruding from a lighter.

From there it don’t leave much to the imagination.

I leaned against the front of the stage, resting my arms atop the wooden flooring. It didn’t take long for a man that seemed to be the MC to walk onto the stage.

“Good evening everybody!” The man enthusiastically boomed out, his voice filling the rowdy and crowded room.

“It is my great honour to announce tonight’s performance, here in Ewell College, will you all please welcome to the stage, The New Yardbirds!”

Instead of the anticipated applause the crowd mostly went quiet, I looked around the crowd to see what the big deal was and heard murmurs of confusion around me.

“New yardbirds?” A man with a questioning look on his face behind me whispered to his friend to which returned the same confused expression.

“Hang on…. Err, my apologies.” The MC said apologetically as his eyes averted from the audience and to the queue card in his hand.

“Will you please welcome, Led Zeppelin” The man said which, this time round was met with the applause he was looking for.

After the crowds reaction the MC seemed satisfied and with that he walked off stage, and in his replacement three tall, long haired, and rather fashionable men made their way onto the stage.

The three were met with an applause that displayed the crowds excitement.

I spotted Robert instantly just by his golden lion-like mane of hair that tussled around with every movement he made.

Then my eyes met with a man adorning brunette hair that was fairly long but not as long as Roberts’s.

And lastly a man with hair of similar length except a lighter shade walked across the stage.

I looked around the stage for Jimmy, but to no avail.

I stared at the right side of the stage where the three members had walked out of in hopes Jimmy would come out.

And to my delight he did, protruding from the darkness came a tall pencil thin figure adorning a slightly oversized cream button up of crepe fabric and a lengthy satin scarf tied around his neck.

Once the crowd noticed his arrival, they welcomed him on just like they had done for the other three, in a loud and exciting manner.

Among the noises the crowd made for Jimmy, I could hear his name being cheered from all around the audience. I didn’t realise just how big of a name he’d made for himself in the area, he was treated just like any rockstar at a concert.

Sure David had went on and on about his talent, but witnessing the crowds reaction makes him seem more like a celebrity than a local talent.

I watched him as he made adjustments to the strap of his telecaster.

The bright stage lights illuminated his jet black curls and his ivory skin which made it seem almost iridescent.

He looked godly. There was no other description for it.

By now the other members had made their way to their respective spots on stage.

The dark brunette haired man was on the drums, which I thought was quite fitting as he seemed to be the tough type, the light brunette haired man stood on the left side of the stage tuning his bass, and lastly Robert, front and centre, wrapped his hand around the metal microphone stand making adjustments to it to cater to his towering height.

That was as figured. A man as exuberant as Robert just had to be the frontman I thought.

And especially with that loud booming voice I became acquainted with when I had first met him.

The crowd and I waited in anticipation for the four to begin their set, I didn’t know what to expect as a first timer but I knew they had to be good since they had the locally famous guitarist, Jimmy in the band.

Suddenly an explosion erupted from the speakers, except it wasn’t an explosion of noise but an explosion of strategically composed and intricate sounds that were nothing short of electrifying.

The sounds that came from the speakers were from Jimmy and the bassist. Both sounds from their instruments intertwined into one which lead to the crowds eruption of cheers and screams.

Suddenly Roberts vocals came in, just as powerful and loud as the instruments.

Then before I got a chance to breathe it all in, the drums boomed throughout the auditorium. I could feel the vibrations within my own body and I’m sure everyone in the audience could as well.

The four managed to be just as powerful as each other, not anymore and not any less. It was an insane sight to witness.

The set carried on, impressing me song after song and never failing to keep every single individual in the crowd screaming and moving around.

I couldn’t help myself but stare at Jimmy through most of the songs, his face, focused and expressive with every note and chord and yet just as I had imagined it was peaceful. Despite the songs being heavy and upbeat, he had that peaceful expression across his face that I noticed during my previous guitar lesson with him.

I smiled as I reminisced on this.

Then my smile was returned.

While in my thoughts, Jimmy had noticed me in the crowd, gazing at him with wide eyes and with a smile strewn across my face.

Upon realising this my expression turned into a look of surprise to which jimmy chuckle at. With that, his face averted from me and back down to his guitar.

I stood their giggling at myself taking into consideration that I probably looked like an idiot in the eyes of Jimmy.

Unfortunately for both the audience and myself the show seemed to be coming to a close. and once Robert thanked the crowd and went on to bid them all farewell, it was official.

I wasn’t sure how I was going to meet up with Jimmy and Robert for the drinks I was promised, so for now I decided on hanging around the auditorium.

I watched most of the audience members walk out the exit of the room. Chatting about the events they just witnessed with wide smiles as they soon disappeared from my sight.

Like myself, other individuals seemed to be hanging around as-well. Perhaps to meet the band when they eventually come out or to collect themselves after the heavy concert.

I found a place to sit and waited patiently.

I stared at the wooden floor, still in shock, recounting the performance that I had just witnessed.

I had never experienced anything like it despite frequenting many rock and roll concerts.

I felt a subtle ringing in my ears but I didn’t care, it was definitely worth it.

Suddenly a shadow appeared on the spot of floor I was fixed on.

I looked up and there, in all his glory, was a smiley Jimmy, glistening with sweat.

“What did you think about that?” Jimmy said, a smile spread across his face.

I could not find the words to reply, to be honest I don’t even think there are words to describe what I had just witnessed.

I spontaneously stood up from my seat and leaped onto Jimmy, putting both my arms around his neck in a hug.

“Oh Jimmy! It was incredible” I replied finally.

The realisation that I had only ever met Jimmy once before this had set in and attacking him with a hug like I was an old friend probably wasn’t the best thing to do, so I decided to release him, until I felt his warm hands on my lower back, pulling me towards him, returning the hug.

“Im so glad you think so, Y/N” he whispered to me.

It felt like my legs were about to give out at any second after hearing his voice in my ear while he held me in his arms.

I had never grown such a liking to someone like this before. A single, seemingly innocent guitar lesson which lasted around an hour was to blame for everything.

We released each other from our holds which left me with an instant feeling of emptiness, I could see his lips part, about to speak, but instead he was interrupted.

“Get back here Jim! We’re leaving” Robert bellowed in a very Robert fashion.

The two of us turned to where the voice had come from and there, along with the bassist and drummer he stood near the stage.

Robert shifted his face from Jimmy to me.

“Ahh, Y/N, You came! You enjoy the show?”

I was about to respond but before I could Robert spoke again.

“Jimmy bring Y/N along, let’s go!”

Jimmy turned to me and smiled, it was a sort of what-can-ya-do? Smile, I grinned at him and we walked towards the group.

I found myself in a crowded van filled with equipment. Not only was the band and myself here, but what I assumed to be the girlfriends of the two members of the band as well, to which I finally learnt the names of, John Paul Jones - the bassist, and John Bonham - the drummer.

A few roadies who I presume were friends of the band as well also came along for the trip.

The van was filled with conversation and laughter from every individual as the vehicle driven by one of the roadies made its way to a pub the band frequented.

I had never had this much fun in a while, I loved taking peaks at Jimmy’s face every now and then, just to see his eyes wrinkle with laughter and hear his memorable laugh, I did not want this moment to end.

Wow this took a while to post… I’m so sorry for the delay if you happened to be waiting on part 3! Thank you so much for reading I appreciate it so much. I love you.

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