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Hetfield fluff - Angst - Sex Suggested
Why did I ever fall for this man?! Is he talented? Yes. Is he good looking? Damn yes. Is he great in bed? Fuck yes. Is he being a dick? All holy hell yes. Has been since he got home from the road. Am I regretting moving to his place in Colorado? Right now. Yes. His last dig at me has me packing my carry on and putting my computer into my backpack while wiping away the tears I swore I wouldn’t shed. I can walk away from anything I can’t fit into these two bags. I looked over at the smart home device for the time. The notification bar was flashing yellow. “Computer, what’s the notification?” The robotic voice answered, “For the Vail Colorado area, the National Weather Service has issued the following weather warning. A severe winter storm is forecast to begin snowing heavily at 2pm local time with heavy snow levels accumulating to 3 to 4 feet, drifting 6 to 8 feet.” The rest of the warning went unheard as I grabbed my two bags, the note I’d written, and ran to the front door. I dropped the bags on the floor, still clutching the note, as I saw my plans end. Opening the front door I slowly walked outside, the snow had already been falling. Big fat fluffy flakes so thick I couldn’t see the end of the driveway. Looking over to the garage door, “No, no no no, no!” The drift was already a good 2 feet tall. For split second I thought about taking his damned truck. It would easily clear that drift.
“What the hell are you doing?” James yelled from the front door, looking between me and the bags on the floor.
Taking one last glance at the pile of snow blocking the garage door, I turned back to the house, “Well, I was going to leave you.” I slapped my note into his chest. Pushing past him, I collected my bags and slowly made my way back to the room that I had claimed as my own three weeks before.
“What the fuck!?” James yelled just before slamming the front door.
I kept walking dejectedly. Making it back to the room, I tossed the backpack onto the bed and just stood there clutching the carry on. I could hear James come storming down the stairs. “What the fuck? You are leaving me?” I turned. His usually glacier blue eyes now a threatening dark blue filled with rage.
“Well, mother nature said no” as I motioned to the now dark window. “Not tonight anyway.”
I heard the paper flutter to the floor. “Why?” The pain in his voice was natural, not forced. It pinched my heart.
I turned to him but couldn’t look him in the eye. “What was the one thing I asked of you when we started dating?” He just stood there. Then I did look at his face. He was obviously thinking. “I asked you to not compare me to the exes.” He nodded slowly. “I am not them and the exes are not me” I raged at him. The rage fading from his eyes. “But ever since you got home from the tour, you have been … well …”
“A dick” he finished my sentence.
“Yes” I snapped. I put the carryon I was still holding on the bed. “You have done nothing but compare me to them for months.” I turned back to him, “The final straw was when you started counting your cash.” His eyebrows knitted together. “Every night before you go to bed, you count the cash in your pocket, put it in your wallet which you put on your nightstand. Then in the morning after you shower and get dressed, you count it again.” His fingers twitched as he processed what I said. “I don’t need your money.” He looked at me, shocked. “I have my own career and my own bank account.” He continued to stare at me. “I could have taken your damned $90 thousand dollar truck and left you the car that I paid $125 thousand for.” He cocked his head but didn’t ask. I answered anyway. “Taking your truck I would have gotten pulled over by your state trooper friends in a heart beat. That would be a felony. And you would have no say if I got arrested or not.” I turned away from him. “Right now, you are not worth a felony on my record.” I moved to the desk and sank into the chair.
He looked around the room. The realization hit him, “When did your stuff get down here?”
I huffed a smile, “James, I moved down here three weeks ago.” He turned to me. “You didn’t notice that I wasn’t sleeping in your bed?”
His hands kinda flapped uselessly, “I thought you were coming to bed after me and getting up before…”
“Thanks for noticing” I said sorta like Eeyore.
His eyebrows knitted together again, “But the sheets got changed.”
“Yes they did” I just looked up at him.
“And the kitchen … the dishes … the laundry …”
“The grocery shopping, collecting the mail, dusting” I looked down at my hands.
“Why?”
“Who else was gonna do it?” I dug back at him. “It’s not like you’d do any of those things.” He huffed a moment but didn’t say anything. “I wanted to hire a cleaning team, but you went almost mental on me about that.”
“I don’t want someone just rummaging through my shit” he flared.
“I understand that” I tried to stay calm. “But there are teams that specialize in people of your status. Plus” I pointed to the monitors on the desk, “I have a job! One that I enjoy!” my temper trying to flare. I leaned my elbow on the desk rubbing my eyes.
He was quiet for a minute. “Look, this storm is going to blow for a couple of days” he said. “Let’s get some sleep.” I just nodded. He stepped backwards out of the room, “We can talk in the morning.” He softly closed the door.
I looked at the closed door. His cologne lingered. More than just his cologne. Him. The tears started to fall. I let them. Sniffling, I decided to take a soak in the tub. Starting the water, I dumped in some salts from the cupboard, then sank into the hot water. I mulled over the past 8 months. The good, the bad. More tears. When the water turned cool, I got out, drained the tub and climbed into the bed. The heat from the soak worked a charm and I was asleep in minutes.
I woke up still wrapped in the towel from the tub soak. I slipped out of the bed, pulling on a robe. I opened the room door. I could hear that James was in his studio. It was a super crunchy riff floating through the house. Smiling to myself, I went into the kitchen. Pulling out what I needed to make a breakfast sandwich, I looked at the items on the counter. It’s just as easy to make three as just one. I left two on a plate in the fridge covered with a paper towel, with “Zap for 30 seconds” written on it. I left another note on the counter, “Breakfast in fridge.” Collecting my sandwich, a granola bar and a couple of Severed Lime cans from the fridge, I returned to my room. Pulling my computer out of my backpack, I logged into work.
My chat window opened:
Boss: You make the flight?
Me: No. Got snowed in.
Boss: You ok?
Me: Meh
Boss: Wanna talk?
Me: Not right now.
Me: I’m going Marinas Trench. I need to get the last three chapters done. They’re late.
Boss: Understood. Don’t worry about being late. I’ll put in a good word for ya!
Me: Thanks.
I clicked on the Out of Office option. Then opened the files I needed from the New York servers and ate my sandwich waiting for the computers to synch. Once done, I launched into where I’d left off.
I had no idea how long I’d been working until there was a soft knock on the door. “Hey?” came James’ voice.
I turned to the door, “Yeah?”
“May I come in?”
Stretching, “Yeah.”
James came in and leaned against the wall. “You sleep ok?”
Uncurling my legs from the chair, “Yes, thank you.” Looking over at him. “You?”
“Yeah, ok” he said. He looked like shit.
I cocked a smile at him, “Liar.”
He huffed a laugh, “I don’t think I slept at all.” He scrubbed his fingers through his silvered hair. “Thanks for the breakfast sandwiches.”
I nodded, “You’re welcome.” He kept trying to look at my computer monitors. “What are you doing?”
“I guess I don’t know exactly what your job is.”
Patting the end of the bed, “Sit” I said. He sat and leaned forward. “I’m an editor.” I rotated back to face the monitors. “This screen is the book I’m working on” pointing to the monitor on the right. “This screen” motioning to the one on my left, “are my notes. The laptop in the middle just keeps me awake.”
“Why the notes?” his curiosity was genuine.
“Well .. here” I pointed to a block of text highlighted on the right screen. “The author has brought in a new character that has no backstory. If this character was just in this paragraph it wouldn’t matter, but it shows up several more times.” Pointing to the text on the left monitor with matching highlighting, “These are my notes back to the author asking about a backstory for this character.”
James shifted to lean to my left so see the screen. “And how many notes does this author have from you?”
“On this book” I looked to the page count in the lower left corner of the window, “92.”
“Really?” he seemed shocked.
Stretching out my back, “Yeah, this guy tends to get lost in his own words. So, I have to try to get him back out of the woods.” I turned back towards James. “You have never asked about my job before. Why now?”
He sat back and looked at me. “Because your note is correct.” He rubbed his hands nervously on his thighs, “I haven’t taken any interest in you … outside of the bedroom.”
I heaved a sigh, “I probably should have edited my own writing.”
“No” his eyes popped up to my face. “No. You were right. You were probably pissed as hell when you wrote that note.” He ran his hands through his hair – which he did when he was nervous. “But every word was true. I have treated you like a whore. I have compared you to the exes. I have not discovered you … about you.” His shoulders slumped some. “I am sorry.”
That hit my heart. Hard. I rested my fingers on his knees. “James. I can accept your apology.” His glacier blue eyes found mine. “I can see that you mean it.” Those gloriously blue pools now filled with doubt. “But you will have to work on the forgiveness.” I withdrew my fingers from his knees slowly.
Nodding, “I completely understand.” His smile slightly lopsided. “Will you please give me the chance to earn that forgiveness?”
I watched him a moment. Then, smiling back at him, “Yes” I said softly. His eyes brightened along with his smile as he stood. “By the way” I looked up at him. “I really liked that crunch you had going this morning. It sounded amazing!”
Incredibly, his eyes lit up even more, “You really liked that?”
“Yes” I smiled up at him.
“Thanks.” He fidgeted. “Uhmm, what would you like for dinner?”
“What time is it?” I asked looking at my computer screen.
“It’s like 3pm. But since you made breakfast, I thought I’d make dinner.”
Nodding at him, “I will leave that to the chef.”
Nodding as he moved towards the door, “You like your steak …?”
Smiling at him, “Medium Rare.” He closed the door with a grin. My head was laughing Of course it would be steak! My laptop pinged.
Boss: Surface to Marianas Trench…. (I love my boss!)
Me: evening.
Boss: How’s it going?
Me: half way through last chapter.
Boss: And the other thing…..?
Me: Perhaps there is a chance there.
Boss: ????
Me: He just invited me to dinner.
Boss: I thought it was snowing there still.
I took a picture out the window and attached it to the chat.
Boss: So?
Me: He’s making me a steak.
Boss: Ahh. Well, then you need to go get ready!
Me: Right after I finish this chapter. Then I’m all caught up on this book.
Boss: Fine.
Boss: Hope it goes well!
Me: Thanks!
It took me about 90 minutes to finish the last chapter since it was not a complete chapter. Saving both files to the servers and sending the links to the author – with the boss cc’d on that email – I closed down my computer. Standing up and stretching, I moved to the bathroom. I decided to take a shower and wash my hair. If James was going to put in the effort to change, so could I. No more being a slob. I sat on the bed drying my hair when there was a tap on the door. I popped up and grabbed the robe. “Yes?” No answer. I opened the door. There hanging on the light fixture in the hallway was a garment bag. A postit note stuck to it. Dinner at 6pm. Smiling, I collected the bag and closed the door. Laying the bag on the bed I opened it. I only got about 6 inches open when I gasped. Inside was a dark green velvet gown with beaded trim around the scoop neckline. It was the dress I’d told him about. I’d even made him watch the movie. James had it made. He’d threatened to have it made for me to wear to the next awards show. But I’d never thought he’d do it. That was just a month or so after we’d started dating. I looked at the clock. 5pm. I had time. I went back into the bathroom and did some tidying up. Did my makeup and pinned up the hair. I knew that he loved my long hair, but this gown … The hair had to be up. Going back to the bed, I pulled the gown from the bag. I slipped into it. With the plunging back to just above my ass, I was commando beneath it. I went to move the garment bag and it felt heavy. Patting it down, I discovered a pair of heels. They glittered with the same rhinestones as the trim. Just as I slipped them on, there was a single tap at the door. I opened the door. The hallway empty. But there was a pink post it note on the floor. Squatting down – if I’d bent over the gown would have slipped off me – I picked it up. There was a doodle on it. I couldn’t figure it out. But looking up the hallway was another post it. Another doodle. As I walked to the stairs, there were more postit notes. Each with a doodle. I climbed the stairs and turned into the living room. There stood James. In his Brioni tux. The sight took my breath. Damn! He looked good! And he was holding another postit note. He held it out to me. The doodle on this one was a rose.
“Oh!” I held out the ones I’d collected, “These are rose petals!”
Blushing, “Yeah, I couldn’t go get a real rose, so I improvised.”
I gently collected the one he held, “It’s lovely.” I looked up into his eyes, “Thank you.”
James held out his hand to me – which I took – and he slowly spun me. “I should have given this to you ages ago.” He lifted my hand to his lips and kissed it. “You look stunning.” I just blushed. James tucked my hand into his elbow and gently led me down the hallway away from the kitchen and into the formal dining room. He’d set the table. There were candles on it and two place settings. He pulled out the chair for me and scooched it in when I sat. “The staff seems to have not reported to work this evening, so I will have to substitute” he said in a really bad French accent. I giggled. His eyes lit up. “I shall return madam.” I giggled even more. James disappeared into the kitchen. I put the pile of post it notes on the table. He returned with two plates. Each bore a steak, a pile of green beans and a large slice of bread smothered in butter. I smiled. He was trying. I cut into the steak and took a bite.
“How is it?” James asked.
Swallowing, “Perfection” I said. He dug into his own. I took a bite of the green beans. A couple were still pretty frosty. I didn’t say a word, but just smiled. The bread was a garlic sourdough that I loved. The butter was a bit much, but again, I wasn’t going to complain. James had obviously put some thought into making dinner and I wasn’t going to ruin it. I’d had worse meals.
“The weather is forecasting that this snow will last another 36 hours or so” James said.
The weather. A safe place to start. “I haven’t listened to the weather or news today.”
“Did you get your book done?” James leaned towards me.
“I did.”
“How many do you edit?” his blue eyes clear and piercing.
“Uhm. I have about 20 in the wings to work on.” I took a sip of the Squashed Orange in my glass. He’d used champagne flutes for the bubbly water.
“Why so many?” James looked at me with raised eyebrows.
“Some are just articles.” I put my fork down, “It all depends on release dates. The one I worked on today is supposed to release right after the New Year. The others have release dates after that one.”
“It has nothing to do with whom the author is?”
Pushing my plate away and leaning on the table, “Sometimes. All depends on the author and release dates.” I looked at him. He was genuinely interested. “If it’s big wig author and the release date is close, then that file gets bumped to the top of the pile.”
“Who is the biggest author you have edited?” His smile was slightly crooked.
“I don’t get the Mitchell’s or the King’s” I grinned.
“Why not?”
“My boss says that I’m too brutal with my notes” I slow blinked him.
James sat up. “Yeah, you can be.” He used his napkin on his lips. “But perhaps they need those brutal notes.” He smiled at me. “As a recipient, I can attest that it kicked my ass into changing how I think.” He held out a hand to me. I laid my fingers into it. “And I thank you.” I didn’t know what to say. He simply laid his other hand over my fingers and smiled at me. Then he popped up, “Dessert” he said collecting our plates. I squirmed in my seat. My thoughts ranging all over the place. He had totally messed me up. Again. Just like he had when we’d met. He returned with two small plates. Piled creatively on each were four sandwich cookies held in place with cake frosting and topped with whipped cream. He set them down with great flourish, “Tah dah!”
Trying my best to not snort out a laugh, “I’m sure that the patisserie chef labored all day to create these delicacies.” James did snort out a laugh. Which made me burst out in laughter. I picked up one of the cookies and happily munched it. James retook his seat and tucked into his plate. “Seriously, these turned out pretty good” I said licking whipped cream from my fingers.
“The frosting isn’t too much?” James asked seriously.
“No. It’s just the right amount” I said scooping the last bit up on my finger.
James grabbed my hand and gently sucked the frosting from my finger. I didn’t retract my hand but did go a little stiff. He kissed the back of my hand before pushing it back towards my body, smiling at me. “I’m sorry” he said kindly. “Just a little too soon.”
Looking down at my now empty dessert plate, “Maybe not” I said softly. I knew he couldn’t see it, but my thighs squeezed together tightly.
“Perhaps I should escort the lady back to her room” he said looking down at his plate, “before I make a compete fool of myself. Again.” He smiled at me as he stood, offering me his hand.
I took his offered hand, collected the postit notes and stood. He tenderly tucked my hand into his elbow and walked me back to the room I’d claimed as mine. I turned at the door, “That was lovely James.” I again slow blinked him, “Thank you.”
He gently cupped my face and kissed my forehead. “Thank you” he said softly. His hands gently ran down my shoulders and arms to my hands, “I can’t wait to see you in this gown again.” He lifted both my hands to his lips and kissed them. “Good Night.” He took several steps backwards before turning. I turned and opened the bedroom door. I kicked off the heels and then let the gown slip off. I stood there naked. My desires wanted to race up to his room and let him have his way with me. My integrity said no. My curiosity wanted to know what James would do next. Hanging the gown up, I decided another soak was in order. I unpacked my water proof vibrator on the way into the bathroom.
I was sound asleep. I felt his hand on my shoulder, “Y/N” he said softly. He shook me slightly, “Y/N, wake up.” I opened my eyes to find James standing by the bed holding my robe. “There’s something I want to show you.” I fumbled out of the bed. James helped me into the robe and then tucked me into his side, his left arm draping from my right shoulder down to my waist on the left side. He guided me to the big sliding doors to the upper patio. “Here, put these on.” He guided my feet into a pair of fuzzy boots, then put on his own mukluks. He opened the door and led me outside. It was bitterly cold, trying to suck the air from my lungs. James lifted the collar of the robe to cover my mouth, “Here this will help.” It did make breathing easier. I looked up and he had a scarf wrapped around his own mouth. Then he pointed. I followed his finger.
The clouds had parted and the sky was filled with stars. The landscape was a blanket of white snow as far as I could see. The bitterly cold temperatures had crystalized the top of the snow. The moon was rising. It was reflecting on the frozen crystals making them glitter. It looked like diamonds had been scattered over the ground. “Here it comes!” he whispered excitedly into my ear, his breath warming my ear and neck. I shivered. My nipples hardened painfully. Then the Aurora flared into life. An undulating ribbon of greens, blues and purples rose into the sky. I gasped. The frozen snow below reflected the colors of the Aurora. James wrapped his arms around me, one around my shoulders the other around my waist. I leaned back into him watching the magic of nature unfold in front of me. I have no idea how long we stood there speechless at the beauty. As quickly as it started, it ended. “Wow” was all James said.
I leaned back into him, looking up at his chin, “Thank you for waking me.” He hugged me tighter. “That was stunning.”
His hands patted my body, “I am glad I shared it with you.” He nodded towards the distant pass “And here comes the next round of snow.” The clouds looked black and nasty in the now darkened sky since the Aurora had faded.
James kissed the top of my head. “Now, you are shivering. Let’s get back inside.” He rotated us, his arms still wrapped around me. We walked – a little awkwardly – back into the house closing the big glass door behind him. We both kicked off the boots. He backed us into the sofa, pulling me down into his lap. He reached over and pulled up another blanket. He wrapped it around us. I curled up into his arms, my head resting on his chest. His fingers gently stroked my hair. Sleep reached up and grabbed me.
I woke up on the sofa with the blankets tucked in around me still wrapped up in my robe. I could hear James in the kitchen. I sat up. “Morning sleepy head!” he chimed cheerily. “Coffee?” All I could do was nod. He brought over my favorite mug filled with coffee. I took a sip. I was super sweet. “Too much sugar?” I nodded. He went to pull the mug from my hands but I wouldn’t let it go.
Instead I took a couple of huge slugs from it, “Now, just put more coffee into it and it will be fine.” James went to the kitchen and grabbed the coffee pot bringing it back to me. He filled my mug. I swirled the mug and took a drink. Smiling, “Yum” I beamed. I looked out the window. More snow had fallen over night. The sky was still filled with clouds, but not snowing. At the moment.
James collected his mug and sank into the sofa with me. He flipped on the TV and tuned in the local news. There were the stories about roofs collapsing under the weight of the snow, power lines down, cars sliding off the roads – one accident ending in a death. “I’m glad you were smart enough to not drive that night” James whispered to me.
“Me too.”
I looked into his eyes. The passion I saw there made my knees weak. I reached up and wrapped my fingers around his head, pulling him to me. I kissed him gently. His eyes widened. He cupped my head and kissed me back just as tenderly. “So how are we going to spend the next week or so?” I asked teasingly.
James tightened his arm around my waist pinning me to his body, “I can think of a way” he rubbed his hips into mine, “or two.” He gently pushed me back, “Only if you want to.”
I could tell he that although his voice was joking, his eyes said that he’d changed. I was no longer just a fuck buddy. I was a woman that he wanted to spend time with. In more ways than one.
“I’d like that” I purred. “Just remember, you are still working on my forgiveness.”
He showered kisses all over my face, slowly pulling me towards his bedroom, “I know a way to start working on that” he growled at me.
I just smiled and willingly let him lead me.