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Everybody Loves a Parade - Part 8

Warnings: All Fluff

Monday

I am all tangled up in the blanket and my robe.  It’s dark out the window.  My back is achy, but my nipples hurt more.  I can hear something.  Then I realize that it’s James.  He’s in his studio.  Happily making music.  Or at least I hope he’s happy.  I grab his pillow and drift back to sleep.

His hand pressing between my shoulder blades wakes me.  “Morning.”

“How long have you been up?”

“I woke up about 5:15 with a riff going through my head.  I had to capture it.”  His voice is a happy rumble.  He kisses my shoulder, “Thanks to you, I was able to do that.”

“mmm.  I’m glad” I murmur.

He pats my ass, “C’mon.  Up.  Breakfast will be here shortly.”

“Whaaa?”  I’m confused.

“I called Carl who told me to call Rudy who put me in touch with someone who knows a guy at the Tavern.”  He smirks, “Breakfast will be here shortly.”  He flips the blanket off me, “C’mon sleeping beauty.  Up.”  I grunt.  He grabs a nipple. 

“I’m moving!” I squeak.

Grinning wickedly, “A little sore, are they?”  I just give him a look.  “I’ll take that as a yes!”  He kisses my forehead. 

Searching in my closet, I pull out another Hawaiian print dress and pull it over my head.  The soft cotton fabric is tender on my sore nipples.  James grabs me from behind, cupping my boobs, “That bad?”

“I’m considering bandaids.”

“Ahh.”  He kisses my neck.  “Sorry.”

I smirk back at him, “No you’re not.”

He smiles, “You’re right, I’m not” as he not too gently grabs my nipples.  My knees threaten to buckle.  His arms tighten around me keeping me from hitting the floor as he chuckles.

The doorbell rings.  James makes certain that I’m able to stand before going to answer it.  I cup my own boobs as I leave the bedroom, “Saved by the bell indeed.”

Carl is rolling a taller cart with several bags from Tavern on the Green on top. 

James is grinning like a cheshire cat again helping move the bags to the dining table.  “Carl, I can’t thank you enough for helping to put this together for me!”

Carl grins back, “It was all Rudy’s doing, James!”

“Oh sure!  You can call him James but can’t call me Kira!” I snark with a grin on my face.

Holding up a finger as he pushes the cart toward the door, “Ahh, James is not an owner in the building!”  The front door closes.

I see James stuff something into his pocket.  I pat him on the bicep, “He wouldn’t have taken it.”

“What?”

“The tip.”  I smile at him, “It can get added to the holiday packet I drop on his stand at Christmas.”

“Ahhh.  I wondered if you – ahem – took care of him.”

“And Monty and Sebastian.”

“Whose Sebastian?”

“The maintenance guy.”  I look at the table, “James.  What did you order?”  My eyebrows are in my hairline.

“I finally did what I’ve always wanted to do!”  The cheshire cat goes psycho grin.  I just raise my eyebrows.  “I ordered the whole breakfast menu!”

“What?!?”  I start looking into the containers.

“I couldn’t make up my mind!”

I turn to him, “The Tavern doesn’t do breakfast on weekdays!”

He smiles, “Turns out one of the cooks is a fan.”

“Chef.”

“Huh?”

“Not cook at the Tavern.  Chef.”  James just nods.  “Maybe we should send the chef a snap?” as I pull my eyebrows out of my hairline.

We arrange the food so that all the items can be seen.  James sits at the table holding up a fork and knife with psycho grin spread across his face.  I can barely hold his phone still for the laughter.  I send myself a text with the snap and hand James his phone back.  He sends it to the chef.

“I give it ten minutes and it will be online” James says.

“Five.”

We both dig in.  It was all amazing!  “Man!  I thought I’d overdone on Thanksgiving!” I lean back patting my belly.

James’ phone buzzes.  He checks.  And starts laughing.  He hands it to me.  It’s a screen grab from Facebook of the photo we’d taken from the Tavern’s page.  The caption:  James Hetfield goes crazy for Tavern on the Green’s breakfast!  Laughing, I hand his phone back.  I hear my phone buzz.  Looking at the clock, “I’m late.”

“For what?”

“Work.”  I stand up, “I need to at least put on a bra.”

“Why?”

“Zoom meeting.”

“Ahh.”  James stands and starts cleaning up the table.

I grab his hands, “I’ll get this.  These meetings are never long.” 

He bends over and plants a kiss on me which I gladly return.  “Then, I’m going to my studio!” he grins.

I walk with him to the studio door, “I hope it’s a good commute” I grin.

“Ahh man, traffic can suck!”  He kisses me again. "Traffic jam" he chuckles.  My phone buzzes again.  We both laugh.  He goes into the studio, I go put on a bra.

Back at my desk, I log into the meeting: “Hi Boss!”

“Morning Kira!  Damn that Gala dress, girl!!

“James had it made for me.”  I can feel my cheeks flame in blush.  “Who’s mad at me.”

“Besides the creepy mail room guy?  No one.  Now, the good news.  Margo is now on maternity leave.”

“She ok?”

“Yes.  Just the little dude wanted out early!  So, you get the novel.”

“How far along was Margo?”

The rest of the meeting went quickly.  After ending the meeting, I pull up the files for the book that Margo was working on.  It was almost done.  Remembering that I’d told James I would clear up breakfast, I quickly take care of it – nibbling on the bacon while clearing up.  I sigh as I get ready to close the fridge.  I don’t think it’s ever been this full.  Returning to my desk with a can of Severed Lime, I decide to go back to the beginning of the book Margo was working on.  Pulling my legs into my desk chair I get started.  My background music is provided by James.

I love working with Margo.  She’s the one that taught me, so taking over her project is a breeze.  I’m almost caught up when I feel James’ hands on my shoulders.

“How’s it going?”  His lips press against my neck.

Stretching some, “Well, curve ball.  One of the other editors’ is suddenly on maternity leave.”

“She ok?” James asks sincerely.

“Yes, just early delivery.  Mom and baby are fine.”

“Good.”  James’ fingers gently rub my shoulders.  “You hungry?”  I just rotate my chair and look at him.  “I’ll take that as a no” he grins.

“I should go have something sent to Margo.”  I uncurl my legs and stretch again.

James runs his hands down my arms, “What’s your deadline now?”

Closing out the files, “I have two weeks.”  I send a text to my boss that I’ll be offline – baby shopping - for the balance of the day.  I get a thumbs up response.

“That be enough time?”

Standing up, “Yes.  Margo was almost done.”

He cups my head and kisses me, “Good.”  He strokes my hair.  “I think that you need to go shopping.”  He grins.

“Would you like to go with me?” I wrap my arms around his waist.

He smiles gently at me, “Sure.”

“Did you finish your song?” I look up into the glorious blue eyes.

His grin gets bigger, “Yes.  I was even able to chat with Lars on it.”  He pulls me from my office.  “He’s jealous.”

“Jealous?”

“Yeah, that you gave me a room with a view for a studio.”  I give him a look.  “Jess made him set up his drums in their basement” he laughs.

I smile up at him, “I liked hearing you play while I edited.”  I stand on tip toe to kiss him.  His hands hold me close.

“I think it’s going to turn out great.  Lars is already putting drums to it.”  I sink back to my flat feet.  “What?”

“That blows my mind!” I smile.

“What?  That I can start something here, Lars can add to it from Denmark, Rob will be working on it in SoCal and Kirk will lay his solo from Hawaii?”

“Think about what you just said” I say as I take his hand and led him to the bedroom.

He stops shortly after entering the room, “Damn.”

I just nod at him and chuck a shirt at him.

Twenty minutes later we are exiting the cab in front of Bloomingdale’s.  The store is completely done up for Christmas and is amazing.  We take our time getting to the infant’s section.  Going to the counter, I am given Margo’s registry list.  James follows me as I look over items.  Since he’s had kids, he is able to give me some feedback on what is on Margo’s wish list.  I pick out the stroller that will grow with the kid.  James picks out the highchair that can also be adjusted as the kid grows up.  He also suggests a toy that all of his kids adored.  That will be sent from both of us.  The salesperson assures us that if we sign gift cards, they will make sure that those are attached to the wrapped gifts before delivery.

James just smiles and puts a scary guy on his.  “You know she’s going to die when she reads the gift cards!” I smile up at James.  I thank the salesperson and we leave the infants department. 

“Do you want to look around?”

James wraps an arm around me, “What do you want to look at?”  I just point at the Christmas area.  He hugs me a little tighter smiling, “Ok!”

I have more fun just watching him check out all the decorations.  Slowly, I led him to a tree in the corner.  “Hey.”

He grins, “Hi.”

“Where do you want to spend Christmas?”

He gives me a look.  “Where do you want to spend Christmas?”

I work my hands inside his open coat and rest them on his chest.  “Colorado” I say looking at his chest.

He lifts my chin, looks me in the eye, “Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

He wraps one arm around my waist, the other around my shoulders and tenderly pulls me to him and just looks at me.  All I can do is smile at his blue eyes.  “You are positive, aren’t you?”  I just nod.  “Ok.  Colorado Christmas it will be.”  He cups my head and slowly kisses me.  I snake my arms tighter around him under his coat and kiss right back.

Someone clears their throat.  James looks up, pulling me a little closer.  I twist my head and there stands a security guard, whose eyes are now really big.  “Can we help you?” James asks with a huge smile.

“Just makin’ sure that things are fine back here.”  I can see the guy’s really nervous.  “Can’t let the Page 6 girl get into trouble on my watch.”

I blush and shove my face back into James’ coat.  I can feel him chuckle, “Yeah.  We good.”

“Sorry to interrupt.”

“No worries.  Thanks for looking out for the women, buddy.”

“Hey, it’s my job!”

From inside James’ coat I say “Merry Christmas!”

“And Merry Christmas to you ma’am!”

I feel James shake the guards hand “Merry Christmas!”  That hand rests on the back of my head.  I look up.  James is almost giggling at me.  “You OK?”

“I’m never gonna live that down!”

He actually laughs, “And I’m not gonna let ya!”  He kisses my forehead and walks me out of the corner.  “Do you need anything from this store?”

“I can’t think of anything.”  I look up at him, “You ready to go home?”

“Home here home, or home Colorado home or home California home?” he asks with a twinkle in his eye.

“Here home!” as I smack his chest softly.

“I can go home here now.”  He smirks at me.

“aagghh!”

He pulls me into him, kissing my hair, chuckling. 

As we sit in the cab on the ride back the apartment, “When do you want to go home Colorado home?” he asks.

I look at him.  He’s smiling like a damned cheshire cat again.  I huff out a laugh, “Two weeks.  I can get a lot done on Margo’s stuff and most of the top of the pile on mine done.”

“That sounds like a plan.  I get two weeks to break in my studio here home – uhm – home here studio – er – studio home here.”

I shut him up by planting a kiss on him.

Everybody Loves a Parade - Part 3

Warnings: Fluff, Sex teased, Shameless Product Placement

Wednesday

I roll over to find the bed empty.  It is barely dawn.  I hear a guitar being played.  I smile.  James was somewhere in my place doodling.  I crawl out of bed, still very sore from yesterday morning, but it makes me smile.  Pulling a robe on over what I’d worn the day before, I pad out to the living room.  James is sitting on the sofa, guitar on his knee, notepad on the coffee table, completely lost in writing.  Not wanting to crunch in on his vibe, I return to bed.  Laying there listening to him create.

His lips are pressed against my temple, “Hey sleepy head.”  His hand rubs my back, “You gonna wake up today?”

I scrunch up my eyebrows, “What time is it?

“About 8.”

I stretch and groan at the same time.  “Did you finish your song?”

“Did I wake you with it?”  his eyes showing concern.

“It sounded really good.”  I smile, and get lost in those fucking blue eyes.

He kisses my neck, “I still need to work on some things, but yeah.  It’s gonna be better on electric.” 

I caress his arms, “I’m looking forward to hearing it.”  I stretch again and yawn, rebounding into a ball.

He pats my hip.  “My turn to make breakfast.  C’mon.”

He helps me climb out of bed.  Walking into the kitchen, he’d already started the coffee maker.  For being the megarockgodsuperstar, he could actually cook.  Sorta.  His grilling skills are far better, but he still knows his way around in the kitchen.  He put together a breakfast for us of scrambled eggs with cheese, sourdough toast, sliced avocados and coffee.  His eggs are fluffy.  The toast is well buttered.  The coffee hot.  He clears away the plates when we are done.  We curl up on the sofa under a blanket.  “What do you want to see today?” I ask him.

“You.”  He kisses me, “Naked.”  His eyes twinkling.

“I can barely move after yesterday morning!”

“Didn’t say I was going to fuk you, just that I want to see you naked.”

“MMmk.”  I stand up, tossing the blanket aside and take his hand.  Leading him back toward my office and into that bathroom.  The only one with a tub in it.  I had replaced the stupid shallow apartment tub with an old-fashioned claw footed cast iron monster tub.  Turning on the taps to start filling it, I pull off my clothes.  Then I start pulling off James’.  I dump some bath salts into the waters, then I step into the tub and sit.  James slides in behind me.  Using my toes, I turn off the water when the tub is full.  James lets water fill his hands to pour it slowly over my shoulders.  I gently message his arms.  Reaching under the water, I message his thighs and calves.  James gently rolls me to the side and rubs my back, making me sigh in contentment.  He still flinches at the sight of my bruised arms.  I move his hand between my legs, “I can still feel you” I purr into his ear.  His other hand grabs my head and kisses me deeply.

“I love you” he whispers.

“I love you” I whisper back.  My insides fluttering.  My heart soaring.  My brain screaming ‘Hang on a second here.’  I pushed that last thought to the side.

We lay there in the tub, wrapped in each other’s arms until the water begins to chill.  Since it is a cast iron tub, that takes some time.  We finally climb out and wrap up in towels and cross my apartment to pull on some clothes. 

“What time is the gala thingy?” James asked.

“We have to be there no later than 5pm.”  I look at the clock, it was just coming up on 1pm.  “Do you want some lunch?  There’s paella left.”

“mmm!  That sounds great!” as he kisses the back of my neck.

Pulling on clean Yoga pants and a t-shirt – trying to keep the bruises from showing - I quickly get into the kitchen and pull out the paella.  James comes up behind me as I put the dish into the oven.  He wraps his arms around me as I set the temp and a timer.  His hands grab my boobs pulling me into his chest, his face buried in my neck.  “What are you doing?” I giggle.

“Hugging you.”

“Groping my boobs!”  He gently squeezes them.  I reach back with both hands and grab any part of him I can – his head and a hip.  His mouth starts working on my neck.  I pull away slightly, “No hickies today.”  The suction becomes pressure, but I can feel him smile.  I pull his head a little closer, “Tonight” I whisper.  I can feel his question, “I’m wearing a sweater and scarf tomorrow.”  His kisses are little harder.  I sigh out a laugh.  Pulling his hands from my boobs, I turn in his arms.  He rests his hands on my ass.  I caress his face with both hands.  “You are so handsome.”  I can see the doubt in those big blue eyes.  “You are.”  I pull his face to mine and kiss his lips wrapping an arm around his head.  His arms wrap around my waist.  We are still kissing when the timer goes off.  I pull away gently, “I don’t want to burn lunch” my hands holding his head.

He smiles at me, “Please don’t burn the paella.  It should be really good today since it’s marinated.”

I smile at him, “I can’t reach into the oven.”

“Hmmm.”  He looks at me, the oven and back to me.  “I suppose…” as he gently releases me.

Our hands slowly drift off the other.  I turn off the timer and check in the oven.  It’s bubbling nicely.  Grabbing a couple hot pad holders I pull out the dish.  James has already pulled out the two bowls from the dishwasher.  I grab the leftover rice from the fridge and pop it into the microwave.  James pulls out two spoons and napkins and has the table set by the time the microwave is done. 

Opening the fridge, “Drink?”

Pulling the rice from the microwave, I start portioning out our lunch, “Uhmmm, Obituary today, thanks!”  He kisses the top of my head as he passes me.  Picking up the bowls, I follow him to the table.

He takes a bite, “This is even better today!”

Nodding, “It usually is better a day or so later.”

We’re about done when the doorbell rings.  I answer the door, “Carl.”

“Your bird, Miss Mooreland” he smiles.

“Actually, it’s his, but ok!” I open the door wider.

Carl carries the bag from the store to the kitchen and James joins us.  He opens the bag and unwraps the butcher paper from the bird.  Since it was a fresh one, it wasn’t covered in plastic wrapping.  Nodding, “Looks fine” James smiles.

“Excellent!” Carl says as he heads back to the front door.

I follow, “Carl, we’re going to need a car service for this evening.”

“Going to the Gala?”

“Yes, but the catch is, the gown I’ll be wearing I can’t bend over.”  I am ever so slightly embarrassed. 

Carls’ eyebrows knit together, “This one is a challenge, but I’ll see what I can do for you.”  He steps out into the hallway, “Pick up about 4pm?”

“Yes please.”

Nodding, “I’ll ring you!” and he’s off down the hallway with his cart full of turkey deliveries.

I close the door and go back to the kitchen.  James has put the clean dishes away and is working on putting the dirties in it.  “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome!”  He cocks a goofy grin, “I had an ulterior motive.”

Looking askance at him, “And that was….”

“I need a pan for the bird.”

“Ahh.”  Going to another high cupboard, I manage to swing the door open, “There are a couple in here.” 

James comes up behind me and easily pulls them both down.  “I think one of these will do.”  He returns to the bird and puts it into one of the pans.

“Do you want foil to cover it?”

“Foil or a towel will work.”  He repositions the bird, “Or both.” I dig out an old kitchen towel and pull the foil from the drawer.  James soaks the towel, squeezes it lightly and places it over the bird then covers the whole thing with the foil.  I give him a look.  “The soaked towel will keep it from drying out in the fridge.  The foil keeps the moisture in the pan.”

“Huh.”  I screw up my eyebrows, “I think Grandmother said something like that.”

James puts the panned bird in the fridge, then washes his hands.  “It’s probably time we think about getting ready for this evening.”

Looking at the clock on the stove, “You’re probably right.  I should wash my hair.”

He grabs my hand, “I’ll help” he smiles at me.

Letting him lead me to the bathroom, “You just love playing with my hair!”

Nodding, “That too!”

A good scrubbing later, we both emerge from the shower stall.  James stops at the sink and checks his cheeks.  Grabbing a second towel, I leave the bathroom while he shaves.  Sitting on the bed, I towel my hair dry.  I hear the blow dryer in the bathroom.  Three minutes later, James comes into the bedroom.  Naked.  I heave a sigh.

“What?” he looks at me.

“You look wonderful.”  He rubs his belly.  “Trust me, you look wonderful.”  I take his hand and put it between my legs where I’m getting wetter by the moment.

Grinning wickedly, “We don’t have time right now.”

“Sadly” I whine.

He reclaims his hand from my body and licks me from it, groaning.

Reaching up I cup his face, “Later” I whisper.  Then I smack his ass.  He grabs me and kisses me, smiling.

“Where is my suit?”

“Hanging out with my gown” I nod towards the closet.  James relinquishes his hold on me and opens the door.  He pulls out his suit pants and lays them on the bed.  He reaches into his suitcase and pulls out a pair of briefs and socks.  I return to the bathroom to attend my hair and makeup.  Starting with a quick double bump to the pits.  Once my makeup is done, I work on pulling up my hair.  I manage to get a couple of long curls left out to hang down my back.  Digging out my curling iron, I add a little more curl to them.  Taking another look at me in the mirror, I like what I’ve come up with.  Deciding to not take any chances, I take a damp cloth and give my sex a quick wipe down.  Then pull out a tampon and put it in place.  I wasn’t going to take the chance that I’d leak my arousal all over my gown since I have to go completely commando under it.  I hear James becoming frustrated in the bedroom.  “What’s wrong?” I ask as I reenter the room.

“I can’t get these cuff links…” he’s struggling with the little gold devices.

Holding out my hands, “Here, let me.”  It took a moment, but I got them in place.  Patting his wrists, “There.”  I help him with his jacket.  I make sure that his shirt collar in the back is standing up.  He turns.  “Damn!” I breath.

“What?” he starts checking his clothes.

“You look hot!!”  The tampon was great idea.

“So do you!” he grabs me and kisses my cheek. 

“I need to get dressed!”

Patting my ass, “Mmmk” he pouts slightly as he releases me. 

I dig out my shoes first.  After putting them on I pull out my gown.  It’s deep green velvet with rhinestone trim is actually pretty heavy.  Its plunging back makes it easy to step into.  I pull it up and James helps make sure that it sits correctly on my shoulders.  His fingers gently tug up the plunging back to make sure that my ass is covered.  Barely.  His fingers linger a moment before he gently runs them up my back to fluff my curls.  He plants a soft kiss between my shoulder blades.

Then he stands back, “Wow.”  His eyes are radiant.  “I do love this gown on you.”

I gently rub the front of his pants, “You love this gown off me” as I walk out of the bedroom.

He groans, “That too!”

Going to my office, I pull out my ID from my clutch wallet.  Returning to the dining table I check my phone.  No call from Carl yet.

“I’ll put that with mine” James says putting my ID in his wallet with his.

“Thank you.”

His fingers make lazy patterns on my exposed back.  “What jacket are you going to wear?  It’s cold out there.”

“Oh.”  I think a moment, “You’ll need an over coat too.”  I take his hand, “Come with me.”  I led him to the storage bedroom.  This had been Grandmother’s room.  She’d had her closet lined in cedar.  I open that door and pull out an overcoat, “I think this will fit you.”  James turns and I pull the overcoat up his arms.  It fits him perfectly as I smooth my hands over his shoulders.  He turns slowly, his fingers running over the material.  He just looks at me.  “It was my Grandfathers.  I never met him, but Grandmother said that someday I’d need it.”  I look into his blue eyes.  “I guess that is today.”

“It’s beautiful.”  James kisses me tenderly.  “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”  I turn back to the closet and pull out Grandmother’s dress coat – as she called it.  “I never saw her wear this.  But like Grandfather’s, she insisted that I keep it.”  The coat is curly black wool, with a broad fur collar. 

James takes it from my hands and holds it for me.  I slip my hands into the sleeves and James pulls it up my arms, gently lifting my curls so that they don’t get smashed.  He fingers the fur collar, “This is real fur.”

“I think Grandmother said it was fox.”

James rests his hands on my waist, “Does that bother you?” 

“Not really.  I think Grandfather hunted it.”  I run my fingers over the pelt.  “They would not have been trophy hunters.  In the 30’s they would have needed the meat.”  Knowing his feelings on hunting, I smile at him.

James presses a kiss to my forehead.  He fluffs the collar, “It looks beautiful on you.” 

I hear a phone buzz.  “I think our ride is here.”

James takes my hand and pulls me from the bedroom back to the dining room table.  “yup.  That’s Carl.”  He pats his pockets, “Phone, wallet.”  He reaches into his front pants pocket, “key!”  He grins like a cheshire cat.  “Ready?”

“Yup!” as I head to the front door.  This gown makes me walk a little taller, straighter back.  Namely because if I slouch, the gown will slide off my naked body.

James locks the apartment door and offers me his elbow as we walk to the elevator.  “You look amazing” he breathes into my ear.  A few moments later, we are in the lobby.  Carl is opening the front door for Mrs. Friedman and Floofy to come in.

Looking up, Mrs. Friedman stops.  “Kira.  You look gorgeous.  Is that your Grandmother’s overcoat?”

“Thank you, Mrs. Friedman.  Yes it is.”

Leaning in a little closer, “May I see your gown?”

Smiling, James helps me pull off the coat.  He takes my hand and spins me slowly.  I hear a gasp from Mrs. Friedman.  James pulls the coat back up my arms.

“Gorgeous and scandalous!”  Mrs. Friedman actually smiles, “Just like your Grandmother.”

“Thank you” I reply quietly.

“Miss Mooreland, James, your car is here” Carl says holding the door open.

James again offers me his arm and we walk to the car.  I hear Mrs. Friedman say to Carl, “They make a good-looking couple.”

We both snorfell laughs.

I have to reach inside the coat to pull up the back of my gown before sitting.  “You ok?” James asks.

“Just making sure that I don’t stretch out the back” as I sit in the bucket seat.

James holds his hand out to me.  I lay my hand in the warmth of his.  He slow blinks me.  I smile back at him.  All too soon, the van pulls up to the front of Radio City Music Hall.  It’s a full-on red-carpet event.  I look at James, “We don’t have to…”

He lifts my hand and kisses it.  “I want to.”

The door by James is opened by a valet.  He steps out.  It takes a moment, then the photographers go nuts.  The big megasuperstarrockgod at the Rockettes Gala.  Gracefully turning, James holds his hand out for me.  I gingerly step out of the vehicle, grabbing his hand.  Once he knows that me – and my gown – are safely out of the car, he tucks my hand into his elbow.  The cameras are non-stop.  As we approach the doors, I can see the confusion on the staffs’ faces.  James’ name is not on the list.  I stop at one staff member holding a tablet, “Mooreland.”  Looking at the list, he finds my name and smiles at me.  He opens the door to the Hall.  James steps back slightly to let me enter first.  Once inside, an usher points the way to coat check.  James sheds his first, then turns me so that I’m facing into the foyer and slides my coat off.  He collects the check ticket.  Stepping up behind me, he gently takes my left wrist in his left hand.  From over my right shoulder, his right hand appears – holding a pink rose.  I burst out laughing looking up into his sparkling blue eyes just before he kisses me gently.  I can hear the cameras outside going bonkers.  I take the rose from his hand and he gently lets his right arm drift down my bare back to rest just above the scoop of the gown barely covering my ass as we walk into the foyer.  Again, I hear the cameras clicking away like crazy.

Mrs. Corbett approaches me, “Kira!  I am so glad to see you!”  She gives me a quick peck on each cheek.

“Good to see you Mrs. Corbett!”  Pulling James a little closer, “May I introduce you to James Hetfield.”

Mrs. Corbett’s eyes grow large, but she maintains her cool, “Welcome to Radio City Music Hall!”

Nodding slightly, “Thank you.  It’s really pretty.”  I can feel him wince.

“Yes it is an amazing building.  Have you seen the Spectacular before?”

“No, this is my first time” James says happily now that the subject is changed, his fingers gently playing on my lower back.

“This is the first time James has done the holiday in person.”

Looking at me, “Then you will be using your Grandmother’s seats tomorrow?”

“Yes.”

“I will personally make sure that you have seats front and center!”

Raising a hand gently, “I’d prefer the front and center seats go to the kids.”  I can see Mrs. Corbett thinking.  “However, I would love to have an appointment with the – uhm – Big Guy.”

Her face lights up, “Done!”  She looks across the foyer, “Excuse me please” and she hurries away.

“The Big Guy?” James just looks cockeyed at me.

“Yup.”  I smile back mischievously at him.  “The Big Guy.”  James’ fingers gently lift my chin and he kisses me tenderly.  More camera nuttery.

I wrap my right arm around his arm as an usher approaches.  “Miss Mooreland, your box is ready.”  She indicates the stairs, “This way please.”  I shift the rose from my left hand to my right, grabbing a fist full of skirt as we start to climb the stairs.  Again, I hear the cameras clicking away.  Once at the top I drop the fabric.  James looks at me concerned.  I just smile back at him.  Entering the box, I slide one chair closer to the rail and – holding up the back of my gown – sit.  I pull the other chair closer to me and pat the seat.  James just snickers at me and sits, his hand resting on my thigh.  I look at him, “You ok?”

Shifting his hand from my leg to wrap around my shoulders, his fingers gently pulling me closer, “You never said it was box seating.”

“oops.”

He kisses my temple smiling.

The lights go down.

Two hours later, we participate in the standing ovation.  The smile spread across his face lifts my heart.  He sinks back down in his seat.  “That was amazing.”

I smile at him, “TV doesn’t do it justice.”

His eyebrows are almost in his hairline, “NO.  It does not!”  He stands again and plants a kiss on me, “Thank you.”

Grabbing the backs of his arms, “You are very welcome.”

The Hall slowly is emptying out.  James holds his hand out to me and we leave the box.  Looking up and down the hallway, he pins me to the wall, kissing me deeply.  His mouth by my ear, “I can’t wait to get you home.” 

I whimper.  “Let’s go.”

He again takes my hand and we walk down the hallway to the main stairs.  At the bottom of the stairs, James leaves me with my pink rose standing in the middle of the foyer facing the doors – I think deliberately – to go collect our coats.  I see him pull out his phone.  Probably calling our car.  He shrugs on his overcoat and collects mine.  Coming up behind me, he gently turns me and then - with a smug look in his eyes – gently lifts my coat up my arms, one at time to accommodate the rose.  He deftly pulls out my curls and drapes them over the fur collar.  I just look knowingly up at him.  He’s showing me off.  Somehow, I’m fine with that.  He takes my hand and completes the spin, tucking my hand into his elbow just as his phone buzzes.  “Ready?”  I merely nod and let him lead me out into the cold to the car.  Again, the cameras are going wild.  He hands me into the car and then climbs in himself.  “Home?”

“Yes, please.”

James nods to the driver as he pulls me into his side.  I bury my nose into the pink rose.  “I still have the postit petals.”

“You do?” his blue eyes sparkling.

“Of course I do.”  I play with the real rose in my hands.  “That was very creative and romantic.”  He just smiles at me leaning in to kiss me.

We get back to the building and step out of the car.  The night doorman, Morty, opens the door.  “Miss Mooreland!  Very good to see you again!  How was the Gala?”

“Thank you Morty.  Good to see you too!  Wonderful as always!”

“It was marvelous!” James chimes in.

“Uhm, Morty.  Would you please keep a keen eye out for paparazzi?”

“Of course, Miss Mooreland.”  Morty pushes the elevator call button.  He winks at James, “When you’re out with the most eligible single woman in New York City, everyone is going to want your picture!”

“Already?” I say.

“Probably page six tomorrow morning” Morty grins.

The elevator door opens.  We step in.  “Page six?” a look of total confusion on James’ face.

“The gossip page” I lean into James.

“Most eligible single woman, huh?”

“Not any more” I lean a little harder into his body.

Kissing my hair, “Good!”

The doors open.  After opening the front door I dip into the first bathroom using it and pulling out the tampon – that is completely soaked.  My rose gets dropped into a water glass.  Two minutes later, we are both naked in bed exploring each other’s bodies.  Our clothes, jackets, and shoes are strewn in a path from the front door to the bedroom. 

Everybody Loves a Parade - Part 2

Warnings: Parts NSFW, Smut, Full on slightly rough sex, shameless product placement, slight angst

Tuesday

Blinking in the morning light, I groan awake flat on my back.  My left arm up over my head.  James’ left arm is wrapped over my ribs.  He’s on his stomach, but his face is buried in my side.  He snorfels some as I stretch, his mustache tickling my side making me giggle.  He blows a mouth fart on my side.  I laugh out right at the vibrations in my chest.  He tightens his hold on me and blows another.  I can feel his smile as I squeal in laughter.  He blows yet another, laughing himself.  “No more!  I gotta pee!” I squeak.

James lifts his arm from my ribs, “I concede the point to peeage!”

I almost leap from the bed and run to the bathroom.  Washing up after, James pads in and gently scoops my 5 foot 2 frame into his 6 foot 1 body, kissing me.  “Morning.”

I kiss him right back, “Morning.”  I pad out naked to the kitchen and start the coffee pot.

“Aren’t you afraid people can look in your windows?” James asks.  He’s put on a pair of basketball shorts and a tank top.

Shaking my head, “Nope.  Tinted windows.  As long as the lights aren’t on inside, I can’t be seen from outside.  Besides, this window overlooks the park.”  As I pad back to my bedroom, “Who’s gonna peep on me?  A squirrel?” 

“Never know!” he says loudly.  “Those little buggers can’t be trusted!”

Digging into my closet, I pull out a pair of yoga pants and a tank top.  Stopping in the bathroom, I pull up my hair.  I get back to the kitchen just as the coffee pot beeps that it’s done.  I hand James a mug, “Here ya go.  I’ll be right back.”  Going to the front door, I collect the newspaper.  Carl will make sure that I get one in the mornings.  Stopping at the dining table, I plop the newspaper down and do a quick glance through.  The usual pre-holiday sales inserts take up most of it.  Leaving it there, I walk toward the kitchen.

“I have yours here” James says from the living room.  He’s on the sofa, sipping his coffee.  My mug is on the table.

I make the turn and go into the living room.  “Thanks” I breath, picking up the mug and taking a big slug. 

“Did I get it right this time?” he smiles.

“Yes.  It’s perfect!”  I lean over and kiss him deeply.  His hand cups the back of my head, holding me in the kiss.  When we part, we are both breathing a little harder.  “What time are you planning on going to the office?” I ask him. 

He collects my mug, sets both on the table.  “Later” he purrs at me as he carries me back to the bedroom, kissing me the whole way there.  He lays me down under his body.  Kneeling over me, his hands on either side of my ribs.  My right hand reaches up and snarls into his silvered locks.  My left hand grabs his right bicep.  My legs are trapped between his.  Our lips have yet to break from each other.  He shifts his knees up closer to my ribs, freeing his arms.  Still kissing me, he tugs my tank top up exposing my breasts.  His big hands gently cup, message, palm and squeeze them.  His fingers start to tease my nipples.  I groan against his lips, my back arching into his chest, my fingers in his hair tighten making him sigh.  He finally breaks our kiss and tugs his tank top off.  He helps me pull mine all the way off.  My hands wander over his chest and stomach.  His tattoos and downy silver chest hairs get traced and tugged by my fingers.  Moving backward on his knees, he tugs my yoga pants off as he gets off the bed and his shorts add to the pile of clothes on the floor.  His eyes drink in my body.  I’m outright panting at the sight of his naked frame at the foot of my bed.  His erection bouncing off his belly.  A wicked grin spreads across his face, “Up or down?”

I slowly run my hands up my body from my hips to my breasts, “You are the guest” I sigh out.  “You get to pick.”

Leaning over, he grabs my ankles, “You are wicked this morning!” he flips me to my stomach.  Before I can move, he’s between my legs, lifting my hips up on his thighs, his strong hands holding me tight, my back arched deeply, cheek pressed into the bedding.  I can feel his cock pressed up against my dripping cunt.  I groan loudly.  I can feel his hand move between our bodies and position his head against my entrance.  He tugs on my hips forcing just his cockhead into me.  I gasp.  “You are tight and wet” he groans.

“You are so damned thick” I whimper.

He chuckles wickedly at me.  I can feel his legs shift.  I know what he’s going to do.  I can’t help myself, my walls grip his cockhead tightly.  He groans loudly.  “Fuk, that feels good!” as his fingers dig sharply into my hips.  He patiently waits for me to relax.  It’s hard to do with him just barely in me knowing what’s next.  He runs his hands up my back from my ass to my neck and back down again, several times.  I slowly relax, which eases the hold my gummy walls have on his dickhead.  With one more run up my back with his hands, in one swift motion he grabs my upper arms, lifts his hips and completely impales me on his raging cock.  I bury my face into the mattress with the primal noises that escape my mouth.  He holds me there, cock buried balls deep into me, grunting.  Then he slowly starts rocking his hips, slowly drawing in and out of my core.  He begins to pick up the rhythm of his strokes.  Each one a little harder than the one before.  Deeper.  Impossibly deeper.  Harder.  More primal.  Neither one of us capable of forming a coherent word.  The tension in my belly begins building fast.  My breathing becomes ragged.  I struggle in his hold which makes him tug me harder.  I can feel his cock twitching inside me.  His strokes becoming sloppy.  Suddenly, he drops my arms, his body pressing me down into the mattress, his arms on either side of me, his lips next to my ear, “Mine” he growls as he reaches his pinnacle.  My hips lift in to his as my orgasm slams into me.  I scream into the mattress again.  My gummy walls squeeze every last drop out of him as he makes a couple more thrusts into me.  Then he collapses onto my body.  Neither one of us can move.  Both of us panting.  His cock gently slides out of me.  After a moment, he turns my head pulling my face out of the mattress.  He kisses my temple.  I huff out a laugh.  He slowly rolls off my body, but pulls me to him, stroking my hair.  I flop an arm over his ribs.  “Now” he pants out, “that is a great way to start the day!”

“Yes”  I kiss his ribs.  “Yes it is.”

We both doze.

His chest hairs tickling my nose wake me.  I roll slightly off his body.  He’s sound asleep.  His dark blonde eyelashes lay against his cheeks.  They have just begun to show the silver that covers the rest of his body.  I lay there watching him.  Enjoying the shared warmth of our bodies intertwined.  His penis flaccid and pressed against my thigh.  Just a short time ago it had almost split me in two.  I could still feel the inner stretch it had caused in me.  I heave out a sigh.  His eyes flutter open.  Those glacier blue pools take me in and his face lights up in a smile.  One hand he runs over my back, the other gently rubs my hip.  “How you doing?” he mumbles.

I smile at him.  “I’m excellent.”

His head lolls back on to the pillow.  “I bet our coffees are cold.”

I bust out laughing.   He looks at me and joins the laughter.  Patting my hip, “Let’s get cleaned up.”

I shift out of his arms.  He climbs out of the bed and holds a hand out to help me.  Arms wrapped around each other, we head into the bathroom.  A quick body shower revives me.  James does the whole shebang.  But then, he does have plans for the day.  I wrap a towel around me, giving his back a kiss, I let him have the bathroom.  Picking up my discarded yoga pants and top, I quickly get dressed.  Then I tidy the bed.  Damn, but we made a mess of it!  I pick up his shorts and tank, fold them and put them on the foot of the bed.  I pull on a sweater as my shoulders are getting chilled.  James’ arms snake around my body, he buries his face into my neck.  His freshly shaven cheeks are smooth.  His cologne subtle but arousing.  His mustache tickles my neck.  I twist in his arms, wrapping mine around his neck.  He leans down and kisses me.  Then he looks at me and heaves a sigh.

“What’s wrong?”

“Just happy” he says quietly.

I run my hands down the back of his head to his neck to his shoulders “That makes me happy.”  I stand on tip toe to kiss him. 

Sighing again, he hugs me.  Then gently eases his grip.  He goes to his suitcase, “Do you know what today’s weather is supposed to be?”

“Depends on where you’re going.”

“uhm, Midtown I think is where the office is.”

“It’ll be windy there.”  Sitting down on the bed, “Mid 30’s for the high today.”

James pulls out a pair of black jeans, a black t-shirt and a black sweater.  His underwear has the only bright spot with its red stripe and lettering in the waistband.  I kiss his bare back and let him get dressed.  If I’d stayed, the bed would not only need to be remade, again, but the sheets would definitely have to be washed today.  Actually, I should probably wash the ones we just used.  But that can wait.  Moving into the living room, I collect our coffee mugs.  Going into the kitchen, I dump the contents out.  I remake my mug.  I still have three articles to crank out today.  Going to the dining table, I re-start looking at the newspaper again.  I pull out a couple of holiday shopping ads that pique my curiosity. 

“Anything interesting?”

“Just a couple of ads so far.”  I push them closer to James.  “Otherwise, nope.”

Placing both his hands on the sides of my face, James kisses me.  “Do you think I’ll need the big coat?”

Nodding, “I’d suggest you take it.  It’s better to have it and not need it than to not have it and want it.”

Kissing my forehead, “Sage advise.”  He pats his pockets.  “Phone.”

“Charging on my office desk.”

“Oh yeah.”  He goes into my office and returns checking it.  “Management says that they’ll send a car service to pick me up.”

“Do you want to be incognito or get the hoopla?”  James looks at me.  “Towncar service will always draw attention in this town.”

“Incognito.”

“Let me ring Carl.  He’ll get you in touch with Rudy.”  I go into my office, setting my coffee down by my computer – which I power on - and call downstairs.  A few minutes later, “James, give me your phone please.”  He hands it to me.  I enter a couple of numbers into it.  Handing it back to James, “You now have Carl’s number.  You also have listed under ‘Taxi’ Rudy’s number.  Rudy has been the go to cabbie for years.  And I added my address to my contact info.”  I take a sip of coffee and pick up my phone sending a quick text.  His phone buzzes.  “That’s the grocery store from last night.”

James puts his phone in his pants pocket, “You are amazing.”  He leans over and plants a solid kiss on me.  Standing up, he looks at his watch.  “I better get going.”

“Carl will ring you when Rudy gets here” I smile at him.  James again plants a kiss on me, his hand cupping the back of my head.  His phone buzzes.  “Car’s here” I say against his lips.

He chuckles but stands up.  As we walk to the front door, James collects his big coat.  A thought suddenly hits me.  “Wait wait wait” I say scampering to the kitchen.  I pull from the front of a drawer a key ring.  It only has one key on it.  I hand it to James.

“What’s this?”

I smirk at him, “The key to my front door.”

He looks at me.  “Really?”

I nod.  “Please don’t lose that key ring.  Grandmother gave it to me.”

Clutching the item in his hand to his heart, “I promise.”  His phone buzzes again.

I kiss him, “Better get going.”  We walk to the front door.  “Have a great day!”

He kisses me, “You too!”

Then he’s out the door and it clicks closed behind him.  I stand there a moment.  I haven’t been alone since our fight three months ago.  But this is different.  I feel secure.  Grabbing the morning paper, I return to my office and log into work.

I am two paragraphs from finishing the last article when I hear, “Honey!  I’m home!”

“I’m in the office” I call out giggling.  James wanders in and smiles at me.  “What?”

“You didn’t eat lunch, did you?”

“Uhm no.”  I giggle slightly.  “Two more paragraphs and I’m done for the week!”

James kisses the top of my head, “Hurry up!”

Five minutes later, I complete the article.  Saving it and my notes file, I send the links to both author and my boss.  I exit out of my work server and power down my machine.  Collecting my long cold coffee mug, I leave my office.  I find James again standing at the living room window.  I wrap my arms around his waist from behind.

“Come here” he says pulling me around in front of him.  He cups my face and kisses me deeply.

I sniff, “You found a cigar bar.”

A smirk lifts his lips, “I did.”

“How’d things go with the managers?”

His hands begin working on my back, “Good.  They insisted on taking me to Tavern on the Green for lunch.  Then to a cigar bar.”  He kissed my hair.  “They wanted to take me out to dinner, but I begged off.”  He again kisses me deeply.  “I wanted to be with you.”  His hands run down my arms and I wince.  With concerned filled eyes, James tugs my sweater open.  My upper arms are very black and blue where he’d grabbed them earlier this morning.  His face pales.

I reach up to his face cupping it with both hands, “Don’t.”  My fingers gently stroke his face.  He’d been served papers, shortly after our argument, being charged with rape.  The claimant saying that her evidence were old photos showing that he’d bruised her.  The case was thrown out when it was brought to light that she’d tried to accuse several other stars of the same thing using the same photos.  But it had unnerved James.  Because he’s a big man and – I’m not complaining – likes things a little on the rough side in bed.  “Don’t you go down that path.  We both know what put these on my arms.”  I pull his forehead to mine.  “I completely enjoyed this morning.”  I kiss his lips, chin, neck.  He shudders a sigh.  “Look at me.”  His blue eyes find my brown ones.  “I’m ok.”  I kiss him again.  “Nothing a little arnica oil can’t fix.”

His hands press against my back, “But not before tomorrow night.”

I smile up at him, “That gown is long sleeved.”  I can see him digging into his memories and then smiles at me.  I wiggle my eyebrows at him.

He kisses my forehead again sighing.  “I brought back dinner.”  His eyes light up, “And I got a really good looking set of ribs for Sunday!”  He grabs my hand and pulls me to the kitchen.  Again, kid with the key to the candy shop.  He pulls out the ribs and unwraps them.  They really do look great.  He’d also gotten corn bread mix and some beans.  He rewraps the ribs and stows them in the fridge.  Then he pulls up a large bag from Tavern on The Green.  He’d ordered us each a Rack of Lamb.  They smell wonderful.

“James … wow.”

“You’ve never been there?”

I just shake my head.  He moves me to the dining table and begins setting out our dinner, talking the whole time about the experience.  I just smile at him.  After putting out everything, he finally takes a chair.  He smiles at me, “Dinner’s served madam” using his really lousy French accent.

It was amazing.  Then he pulls out the four desserts he’d ordered.  “I couldn’t decide on just one.”  We share the Bing Cherry Crème Brule, the Key Lime Tart, the Chocolate Chip Cookie Brownie and the classic New York Cheesecake slice.  Neither of us could finish them.  I lean back in my chair, patting a very full belly, “I think I over did.”

He pats his, “Me too.”  And belches loudly.

Together we clean up, then sink into the sofa.  I curl up into him.  He wraps an arm around me, the other he strokes my hair.  We just sit there, enjoying being together.  No need to talk.  I lay a hand on his chest, gently messaging him.  He lifts my chin.  His glorious blue eyes sparkling.  I smile.  He kisses me.  Tenderly.  Softly.  Then he tucks me close to him.  I sigh into his chest.  The next thing I know, he’s pulling the sheets up over us both in bed.  I kiss his bare chest and let sleep reclaim me.

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if you see me writing something unhinged..no u didn’t.

Hi guys, my name is rina! You can call me rina, duh. Or R. I run on an unhealthy amount of Pearl Jam & Metallica. 💘

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METALLICA

James Hetfield (my first love).

Kirk Hammett.

Jason Newsted.

MEGADETH

Dave Mustaine.

David Ellefson.

PEARL JAM

Eddie Vedder.

Stone Gossard. (my baby)

Jeff ament.

SOUNDGARDEN

Chris Cornell.

ALICE IN CHAINS

Jerry Cantrell.

Sean Kinney. (My baby daddy duh.)

Layne Staley.

Mike Inez. (my shy king)

PANTERA

Phil anselmo (your honor— I love him, I’m sorry. 🙁)

Dimebag Darrell

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— Smut, angst, fluff.

— kinks n’ stuff, depends on it. Just ask!

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— I don’t do PUBLIC sex (like in a broom closet or some shit is fine) but PUBLIC PUBLIC— I mean.

— I don’t write ddlg, or any variations of that, neither will I write HUGE age gaps, or age regression/etc.

— I will NOT write stepcest. 🙈 sorry.

— I won’t write anything with real families, scat, shit, piss, extreme bdsm😭😭 im sorry I can’t get into it..💔. I will CNC/Non-con, maybe dub-con.

— SA, SH, necrophilia, & heavy gore n stuff I WILL NOT write. 💘

— im REALLYY not that strict. I AM a 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴..you just gotta lmk.

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