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jpmarvel90 · 9 months

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Knight in Shining Armour

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Relationship: Scarlett x Cop Reader

Summary: After a incident after a night a club. Detective Y/l/n comes to Scarlett's rescue, seeing their relationship grow.

Word Count: 8008

Scarlett's POV:

I didn't even want to come out tonight. It is cold and I have been so busy with work, I just wanted to start my weekend off with a night in with a glass of wine and take out. But instead, I was convinced by some of the cast of my latest movie to join them at a club. Not being in the mood, and being the only sober one, doesn't make for a good night.

Deciding to cut my losses, I say goodbye to everyone and head out to order a taxi. I mean it's already 2am. I did ok to stay out this late! The cold air almost feels painful against the skin that's showing and I'm regretting not ordering a taxi sooner. Trying to take cover from the wind whilst I wait for my uber, I tuck down the side of the club, sighing when I no longer feel the sharp wind against me.

"What's a pretty lady like you doing on your own out here?" I hear a slurred voice ask. I turn around and see a man stumbling towards me. I quickly move to the main path again to get in the view of other people, not sure where this encounter is going. But just to my luck there is no one around! "HEY! Don't walk away from me. I'm talking to you lady!" He yells after me. I decide to just ignore him grabbing my phone to check where the uber is. 5 minutes away.

I feel a hand harshly grab my bicep and I spin around to push the guy off me out of instinct. That was the wrong idea as it just seems to irritate him and he body slams me against the wall, giving me no time to protect myself. Fear floods my body as I see his dark eyes look over me. "So angry. How about I make you feel more relaxed." He husks, his voice making me feel sick.

He's strong as I try to push him or get away. I open my mouth and start to scream for help, but he quickly covers my mouth. "Now, now. We don't want anyone joining the party." He scolds me. I scream into his hand as his own runs up my exposed thigh and under my dress. Tears are streaming down my face as I'm completely defenceless in this moment.

I squeeze my eyes shut tight, praying this is all a dream and I'll wake up. "HEY! GET OFF HER!" I hear shouted from down the street. The man still grips me tightly, turning to smirk at the woman heading in our direction. "This doesn't concern you." He hisses. "Let her go and this won't end as badly as it can." She warns him slightly. "Oh yeah, what are you going to do about it?" He asks, his grip loosening slightly. "Well, if you don't let her go, I'll make you. Then I'll arrest you." She threatens, grabbing a badge out and flashing it in his direction. "Shit" He mumbles.

Thankfully, he let's me go to charge at the woman, clearly hoping that he'll be able to make his escape. I watch as he swings at her but she dodges it easily and lands a punch of her own on his chin, knocking him to the floor. She flips him over on to his front as I hear sirens in the distance and oh look, my uber's here! She's quick to cuff him as he grumbles on the floor. As soon as a squad car pulls up, she gets off him and rushes over to me, leaving the asshole to the officers. "Ma'am, are you ok?" She asks, stopping a foot in front of me. Something I'm grateful for as I don't think I can be touched right now.

She slides her jacket off and holds it in front me when I don't respond. "I'll get one of the officers to grab an emergency blanket once they've dealt with him. In the meantime, here, take this." She instructs. I reach out and nod in thanks as I slide it over me, pulling it close for the warmth. The smell of her perfume is comforting. "I'm Y/n. Can you let me know if you're hurt anywhere?" She asks softly, still respecting my boundaries.

"I'm Scarlett and I think I'm ok. Just bruised." I reply, finally finding my voice, shakily trying to get to my feet. As I stumble, she quickly reaches out to catch me. Once I'm stable, she removes her hands off me, something that disappoints me for some reason. "Sorry, I didn't want you to fall." She apologises as she takes a step back. "Detective, we've got a second squad car arriving in two minutes. We're taking the perp down to the station." One of the officers informs Y/n. "Ok, make sure one of you stays to talk with the owner of the club for their CCTV footage. I'll travel with Ms Johansson to the station." Y/n replies.

I'm grateful to know that she won't be leaving me anytime soon. She's proving to be a big comfort to me. The officer hands over a small pack and gets in the car to drive my attacker to the station. "Here, this will help to warm you up quicker. Can I put it around you?" She asks, unfolding the foil sheet in her hands. I nod, not trusting my voice at the moment. She carefully wraps it around me and sits me on a bench whilst we wait for the police car to come and get us.

"We'll head to the station for a statement, and we'll get you checked over to make sure you're not hurt. If you're uncomfortable at any time, just say and they can stop, and if needs be, take your statement at another time." She explains to me, which helps some of this panic subside. She saved me. I hate to think what would have happened if she hadn't been there. "What were you doing here?" I ask her, wanting to know where she appeared from.

"I was trailing someone in the club for a case. I had stepped outside after getting what I needed when I thought I heard someone scream. I looked around and saw that man on you and knew straight away that there was something wrong." She explains. "How are you feeling?" She asks me, turning in her seat to look at me. Eyes boring into me like hers are now, usually make me feel uncomfortable, vulnerable. But not hers. There's a comfort to them. A kindness.

"A bit shaken. I didn't even want to come out tonight and then this all happened. It just scares me what could have happened." I share, feeling tears prickly at my eyes. I drop my head into my hands, feeling the fear all over again, but ultimately, I feel relief. Relief that she was there to save me. My knight in shining armour. "I'm going to put my arm around you. Is that ok?" She asks, making me melt for her even more at her consideration to not make me uncomfortable after what I just went through. I nod and her arm slowly drapes over my shoulder and pulls me into her body.

It's then I notice that she must be freezing herself as she's only in a shirt. A nice shirt mind, she looks really good. It's hugging her torso in all the right places. God, how can it be I've just gone through something traumatic, yet my messed up brain is checking out the detective that is helping me. Before I can offer her jacket back to her, a car pulls up with an officer inside. "Detective Y/l/n, I'm here to take you both to the station." She explains, coming around to open the door.

I move to get in the back by Y/n stops me. "You're not in trouble, so you shouldn't have to sit in the back. You take the front seat and I'll be in the back." I nodded in response as she held the door open for me, before climbing in the back herself. It's not a long trip to the station and I find myself getting lost in my thoughts. They're broken though when the door opens and I see Y/n's kind eyes looking at me, her hand held out. "Are you ready to go in?" She asks. Again, I nod and take her hand and let her lead me into the station.

"Would you like a drink, a coffee maybe to warm you up?" Y/n asks after she's signed me in at the front desk. "Yes, please." I respond. "Ok, follow me, I'll take you to the staff room, we have much better stuff up there than this machine!" She laughs. I just follow like a lost puppy. She encourages me to take a seat and prepares us both a coffee. When she hands it to me, I wrap both my hands around the mug to for the extra warmth.

"Do you have someone that you could call. A partner or a friend perhaps?" Y/n suggests. "Uh, yeah. I can call my best friend." I respond. "I'll leave you to make your phone call and I'll go and see if they're ready for you. Will you be ok for a few minutes?" She asks. "Yes, thank you." I respond with a smile. When the door closes, I take my phone out and dial Lizzie. She's confused as she's half asleep, but as soon as I tell her what happened, I can hear that she is running around the room getting changed. "I'll be there in half an hour." She tells me before hanging up.

Y/n comes back in a couple of minutes later. "They're ready when you are. But there is no rush. This is all in your own time." She informs me. "I'm ready. I'd like to get this over with." I say back with more confidence than I've had this whole evening. "I don't blame you. Follow me and I'll take you to the officers." I do as I'm told and follow her to an interview room. "Officer Garcia and Maddox will be taking your statement. If you want to stop at any time, just let them know and they'll listen." She explains before going to open the door.

I quickly reach out to stop her and she turns to look at me confused. "Are you not coming in?" I ask almost at a whisper. Her face softens and she smiles. "I wasn't supposed to as it's not my department, but I'm sure I can sit in there for support." She smiles and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. I'm still holding on to her hand, but she doesn't seem to mind. In fact, she uses it to take me into the room. I take a seat opposite the two officers who kindly introduce themselves. Y/n takes the seat next to me and carries on holding my hand. Which she squeezes in support throughout the 20 minute interview.

It's horrible having to relieve what happened, even though he didn't get what he wanted, I can still feel his hands on me, the pain as my back hit the wall. I'm grateful for Y/n's presence as it helps to give me the strength to carry on. When we're done, she guides me to the waiting room and sits with me. "We're just waiting for our medic to be available, and he'll check you over. If he's happy you're free to go." She tells me with a kind smile. Our eyes lock for a moment and I go to open my mouth to thank her for everything she's done, but we're interrupted.

"I'm here for Scarlett Johansson. She was brought in after being attacked." I hear the panicked voice of my best friend. "She with you?" Y/n asks, and I nod. "I got this Jerry. Ma'am, Ms Johansson is over here." Y/n tells her, pointing in my direction. Lizzie rushes straight over to me and pulls me into a tight hug. "Oh, thank God. Are you ok, did he hurt you?" She asks, looking over my body to look for any obvious injury. "I'm fine Lizzie. Y/n helped me." I tell her with a wide smile. "Who's Y/n?" She questions with a look of confusion.

I point at Y/n who gives a shy wave. "Oh, sorry. I'm Lizzie. Thank you for helping her." Lizzie thanks. "Y/n Y/l/n and it was my pleasure." She answers, giving me a wink as she does. I notice Lizzie grin in my direction as Y/n indicates for her to sit with me. "I'll check on Dr Mayfield." Y/n excuses herself, leaving me with a grinning Lizzie. "She seems nice." She observes. "Yeah, if it wasn't for her, who knows what might have happened." I respond, avoiding biting the bait she is clearly trying to get me to take.

My response seems to remind her why we're here and her face turns to one of concern. "Are you ok? Do you want to stay with me tonight? I don't like the idea of you being on your own." She offers. "I'll be ok. It was a little traumatic, but I'll be fine. And yes please. I don't want to be alone." I admit, a tear falling down my cheek. Lizzie pulls me into her and holds me until Y/n re-joins us. "This is Dr Mayfield. He'll give you a quick check over and let you know if you need to go to the hospital or not." Y/n explains, introducing the man stood behind her. "Lizzie, you're welcome to join her." She smiles and Lizzie is quickly by my side following me through.

Thankfully, there is nothing more than some scratches and bruises and the doctor gives me the all clear to head home. I'm grateful that this is all over and I can get home into bed and just relax over the weekend. When I go back into the waiting room, Y/n jumps up when she sees me, and it instantly makes me smile. "All ok?" She asks, a look of concern on her face. "Yeah, I'm good to go." I reply with a smile and I see her shoulders relax.

"Well, I checked in with Officer Garcia and she has confirmed that the CCTV and your statement is enough to charge him. They may need you for some paperwork over the next few days. But even if he pleads not guilty, it is unlike to go to court." She assures me and that makes me feel much better. "Thank you for everything Y/n. You've made this so much easier than it could have been." I express my thanks. "You're welcome. I'm glad I could be there. Here, if you need to, please call me. I'm more than happy to help with anything." She states, holding a card out in front of me.

I take her card and read Detective Y/n Y/l/n. Organised Crime unit. "Thanks. I will." I respond, not really wanting to leave her, but knowing I have too. She walks Lizzie and I out to the car and waves us off as we drive away. "I think someone's got a crush. At least something good came out of something so horrible!" Lizzie teases. I would argue, but she's right. Y/n was the silver lining. I tug at her jacket, which is still draped over my shoulder, and take a sneaky sniff, gaining more comfort from her scent.

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I ended up staying with Lizzie for the weekend. She's in between projects at the moments so we had a lazy weekend. With her encouragement, I dropped Y/n a text last night and safe to say it went well.

Scarlett:

Hi Y/n. This is Scarlett. Thank you again for everything you did for me. I realised that I still have your jacket. I was thinking I could return it to you. Perhaps over dinner?

Y/n:

Hi Scarlett, good to hear from you. Dinner sounds great, though you didn't need the jacket as an excuse to ask me. 😉 When were you thinking?

Scarlett:

I'll keep the jacket and take a date then. Are you free tomorrow evening at 7?

Y/n:

It's a date 😊

Lizzie was almost as excited as I was and has been helping me get ready all afternoon. Y/n is picking me up and taking us to the restaurant that I've booked. I'm really excited to see her again and have the chance to get to know her without the background of the attempted sexual assault on me.

When we get to the restaurant, there are a few paps that get our picture, but it doesn't bother me. I've been out as bisexual for a few years now, so I'm not worried about being pictured with Y/n. Who knows, if this goes well, then maybe we'll be pictured together more regularly. Although I'm not worried, Y/n wraps her arm around me protectively and blocks as many of the cameras as she can with her body.

Once we're through the door, we're instantly taken to our table. Y/n, being a complete gentlewoman, takes my coat and pulls out my chair for me. "Nice jacket." She grins as she hangs my (her) jacket on the back of the chair. "Thanks, I think it suits me." I reply with a mischievous grin.

We end up having a great dinner. There is never an awkward silence, and I don't think I've laughed this much in a long time. She is really attentive, and I love the subtle touches she makes through the night. It makes me sad when the night comes to an end. She drives me back to Lizzie's, as I'm still not comfortable to be on my own and walks me to the door. "Here's your jacket." I say, moving to take it off. "Keep it. It looks way better on you!" She stops me. I smile, slipping it back over my shoulders.

There is a beat of silence as our eyes just gaze into the other. "Thank you for tonight. It has been really good fun." She tells me, taking my hand in hers. "Yeah, best first date I've had." I admit, and I notice her cheeks flush. "I really want to kiss you." She whispers. "What's stopping you?" I reply with a boost of confidence.

At my words, she leans down, and I push up on my feet to meet her lips. My eyes close as her soft lips touch mine. Our lips mould together as her hand cups my cheek. My hand fists her shirt and I pull her closer to me. She doesn't hurry the kiss, letting our lips explore each other. Her touch ignites a fire within me, showing me that it's the only touch that I want to feel.

As she pulls away, my eyes are still closed as she rests her forehead against mine. "Goodnight Scarlett." She whispers against my lips, placing a gentle peck, and stepping back. "Night Y/n." I respond, watching as she gets in her car and drives off. I lean back against the door, my butterflies still going mad in my stomach. I raise my fingers to my lips, tracing over where hers just were.

I'm broken out of my trance as I'm suddenly on the floor. The front door I was leaning on, thrown open by my over excited best friend. "Oh my God! That was so sexy!" She squeals as she pulls me up from the floor. I raise an eyebrow at her, and she drops her gaze. "I was watching through the window." She admits, pointing to the hallway window. I shake my head and walk upstairs, ignoring the calls from Lizzie to tell her all about the night.

She's more persistent than I thought, and when I come out of the bathroom, she's already led in the bed, with a glass of wine in her hand. "Now will you tell me all about it?" She pleads, giving me her best puppy dog eyes. I take the glass from her hand and slip into the bed next to her. "Ok." And that's how we spend the rest of the evening, me gushing over this amazing woman that I met by chance.

Y/n's POV:

My date with Scarlett was fantastic. I've never felt a natural connection with someone so easily before. And that kiss. Oh, that was like no other. I was so glad that I was there at the right time to stop what that asshole was trying to do with her. I just wish I had been there a little earlier to stop him ever getting his hands on her. The look of fear on her face when I got to her was heart breaking.

Since our date we've texted a few times and are planning our next date. We've had to push it back a bit as I had to finalise everything on a big case that I was working on. It's been years in the making and the information I got from the club last night gave me everything I needed for me and my team to do our final raid. We were able to arrest a crime boss who has been plaguing the city for decades. We have concrete evidence to ensure that he and his men won't see the light of day again, making the streets much safer.

It was a press conference I had to attend which made us move our date. I stood by the chief's side as he announced the arrest and gave me and the team praise for all our hard work. It was a relief that it was finally over, and I am planning to take a prolonged leave of absence to give myself a chance to recover. That night, when I get in after a long day of shaking the big wigs hands, I flop on the sofa and grab my phone to try and rearrange my date with Scarlett. It's a little late so I'm not expecting a response, but I'm excited to hear from her tomorrow.

I don't hear from Scarlett at all the next day. Or the day after that. I assume that she's filming and leave it before checking in with her again. I've finalised the last bits of paperwork for the case and I'm about to start my six month sabbatical. I'm planning on going away for a week or two. I've not had a holiday in years and I'm looking forward to getting some sunshine and relaxation.

I was hoping to see Scarlett again before I go away, but I don't hear anything. I've texted her, tried calling her and nothing. Maybe I had misread how our date went and she wasn't actually that interested and felt like she had to be nice because of what I had done for her. I instantly feel guilty that she perhaps felt obligated to go on a date with me.

My heart sinks at the thought, knowing that I've well and truly been ghosted. It's not the first time this has happened to me, but it doesn't make it hurt any less. Instead, I decide to book my trip. I decide on a four week trip to New Zealand. I've always wanted to go, and this is the perfect opportunity to explore somewhere new. I spontaneously book for next week and then spend the rest of the evening planning everywhere that I want to visit. There are so many amazing places, I decide to hire a car so I can explore the two islands and see as much as I can. Planning the trip helps me to ignore the slight ache I have in my heart. It's stupid to feel this way. I barely knew the woman and we had one date. Yes, it was the perfect date and have the most perfect kiss to end it, but I can't get hung up on that. I'm not wasting this time off getting hung up on a date with me.

The next day, I'm out shopping, buying everything that I need for my trip. I really go all out, pretty much buying myself a new wardrobe. I've not done this in a long time, and I've been so married to the job, I've managed to save up enough to indulge myself. My little bit of retail therapy works and I'm already feeling much better, excited for what my trip is going to bring me.

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My time in New Zealand was amazing. I managed to see so much and met some incredible people. It was exactly what I needed to unwind from how much I've been working these last couple of years. I don't remember the last time I took a vacation but this more than made up for it!

I'm not entirely sure what I'm going to do over the next five months before I return to work. I know that I want to visit places in the US and spend more time with my friends. I'm almost embarrassed by how little I've seen them recently. But still, they've stuck by me. So that's what I start doing, making an effort with my friends and family. We hang out, go on trips together and tonight, we're heading to a bar.

I've not had a night out in a long while, and I'm ready to let my hair down. I still felt a pang of pain in my heart when I thought of Scarlett, but the last 8 weeks has really helped to lessen it. Hopefully tonight, I'll be able to find a reason to completely move on from the truly pathetic episode I've found myself in.

In my new outfit, I head out to meet my best friend, Jenna. She's managed to get someone to watch the kids and she is going to make the most of it. We head straight to the bar and order cocktails and two shots of tequila each. We pound the shots and head straight out onto the dance floor. We get a in a bit of a routine. We dance until we're tired, then head over to the bar to get more drinks and shots before heading back out again.

"That red head is checking you out." Jenna tells me, nodding her head in the direction of this woman. I subtly turn around and meet the blue eyes of a gorgeous red head. I give her a smile and she dances over in our direction. "I couldn't help but watch you." She admits freely, which makes me blush a little. "I'm flattered!" I shout over the music. "Perhaps you could join me?" I ask, seeing Jenna wiggling her eyebrows next to me. "I'd like that. I'm Hannah." She introduces herself. "Y/n." I respond, holding my hand out for her.

She easily takes it and moves into me, dancing to the beat. As time goes on, my confidence grows and I place my hands on her hips, pulling her into me. She spins around and pushes her ass up against me and starts to grind. I can't help the smirk on my face at the feeling. "I feel like I'll be heading home alone tonight." Jenna teases with a wink. I roll my eyes at her but know she's right.

"How about I get us some drinks." I suggest to Hannah. "Sounds good." She replies and takes me hand to walk to the bar. I squeeze in and manage to get to an empty seat. I help Hannah get up and she pulls me so I'm stood between her legs. I smirk down at her and lean in. Our eyes shut as I feel her breath on me. "Hey babe!" That voice snaps me out of the moment I'm in with Hannah, and I feel my heart drop when I look up to see the last person I had expected to see. Scarlett.

Scarlett's POV:

I woke up the day after my date with Y/n, a smile permanently etched on my face. I couldn't wait to see her again. There was just something about her that made me want to spend all my time with her. But I don't want to be too clingy after one date, so I get started on my plans for the day. I start off by calling my daughter. She's staying in France with her dad and will be back in two weeks. I miss her so much, and there is part of me that is actually wondering about what she'd think of Y/n. I quickly shake the thoughts away, knowing I'm getting far too ahead of myself.

Eventually, I get up and join Lizzie downstairs for some breakfast. I'm feeling much better about everything that happened last week and have decided to stay at my house tonight. Lizzie has offered to stay the night just to make sure I'm comfortable, which I'm grateful for. I'm so lucky that I have her as my friend.

I end up sending Y/n a text later that afternoon, and we catch up a little. This carries on over the next couple of days and we even start to plan our next date. Unfortunately, Y/n had to postpone as she had something important to do for work. But she said once that's over, she'll have plenty of time to dedicate to our second date.

That evening, I switched on the TV and had the news playing in the background whilst I was catching up on some work emails. But in the corner of my eye, I spotted a familiar person. I focused on the TV to see Y/n stood behind the police chief, who was briefing the press. I turned the volume up and watched as the chief spoke about the arrest of Johnny Murphy. He was a notorious crime boss that the police had been trying to deal with for years.

"All of this could not have been done without the hard work and dedication of Detective Y/n Y/l/n. She has dedicated her time to ensuring that we have everything that we need for a concrete conviction of Mr Murphy." I smile briefly at the thought of all her hard work paying off, but that soon disappears as I start to spiral into dark thoughts. What am I doing dating a detective? Especially one that's working in organised crime. She will be busy all the time, how would she have time for me? What if she's in danger and gets hurt, or I do through association. I can't bring that into Rose's life, it's so irresponsible. I can't let myself get hurt like that.

So, in my wisdom, I make the decision to end things with Y/n before they even get a chance to start. But I'm too much of a chicken shit to actually talk to her, so I do the one thing that I hate, I ghosted her. It's easy enough to ignore her at first as she doesn't pester me too much. But after a few days, I look at my phone and guilt creeps in as I look at all the unanswered messages from her.

Y/n:

Sorry I had to postpone. But I'm all yours now. I've got a really cool idea for our next date if you'll let me take the lead. Let me know when you're free and I'll get something arranged.

Hey, I assume you're probably busy with work or filming. But just wanted to check in to see how you're doing. I was watching TV today and We bought a zoo started. Is it embarrassing to admit I only carried on watching for you?

Hi, me again. Just checking that everything is ok? Are you still up for date number 2?

I'm taking the silence as your answer. I'm really sorry if I've been bothering you and got the wrong end of the stick. I didn't mean to make you feel obligated to date me. It was nice to meet you anyway.

With her last message, my heart broke a bit. She thinks the reason I'm not interested is because I feel obligated to go on a date with her because she saved me. Which is completely untrue. I should have just told her and not let her come to her own conclusion. But it's too late now. It's done and I just need to move on.

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"So? When's the next big date with the detective?" Lizzie asks, dropping down on the sofa next to me. I avoid her eye contact and keep my focus on the TV ahead. "Scar?" She questions. "We've not really spoken since." I admit and I notice a flash of anger from the corner of my eye. "I can't believe her! How can she take you on a date, kiss you and then just ghost you? What a complete asshole. She probably thinks because she's some big wig detective, she can treat people how she wants. Unbelievable!" She rants, her hands flailing in the air.

Part of me feels lucky I have someone like her in my corner, but the guilt creeps in that it's actually me that she is describing. Just replace detective with the word actor, and she's hit the nail on the head. I am an asshole. "Give me your phone." She orders. "No, Lizzie. You are not getting involved." I scold her, but she's persistent. "I'm serious." She gives me the infamous head tilt, but I'm not budging. I shake my head and turn my attention back to the TV, which is the wrong idea. Before I know it, Lizzie has launched over me and grabbed my phone from the arm of the sofa.

Before I even have a chance to try and stop her, she's jumped up and unlocking my phone. Fuck me for having the lock code as my daughter's birthday! Lizzie is angrily opening WhatsApp and I see her face turn to one of confusion. "Wait. She did message you." She states, looking up to me. "Why are you ignoring her? Is she right? Did you feel obligated?" Lizzie questions.

I let out a sigh and try to ignore her, but like I said, she's persistent. "Scar, talk to me. You were so happy after your first date. What happened?" She asks, calmly, taking a seat next to me. "I'm scared." I admit, knowing that I can't lie to Lizzie. "Of what?" She questions, placing a comforting arm around me. "I like her. A lot. But when I saw her press conference, all I could think about was how dangerous her job is and that I couldn't get hurt like that or let Rose be in danger because of my girlfriend's job." I share.

Lizzie is quiet for a moment. Clearly collecting her thoughts. "I can understand that, but why didn't you talk to her? Ghosting her is pretty harsh and now she thinks she's either done something wrong or made you feel forced into a date with her." She doesn't say it harshly, but there is an underlying tone that shows her displeasure. "I thought it would be easier. But it's too late now." I sigh. "But it's not. I only met her for a brief moment, but she seems really kind and understanding. Maybe just go and talk to her. Tell her why you don't want this to go any further. If that's really what you want." She suggests.

I rub at my head, feeling a headache coming on from the stress. "I really like her Lizzie." I admit and she smiles sadly at me. "Then go and tell her and find a way to work through this if it's what you want. It might be worth the risk. But don't let her blame herself." She asserts. She's right, I need to try and fix this, if she'll let me. I take my phone back off Lizzie and send a text, hoping she'll give me a chance to explain.

Scarlett:

Hi, I'm really sorry for not responding. I was wondering if we could maybe meet up so I can explain everything.

I sent the message off, already feeling slightly better. Lizzie is right, I gave up without even trying to talk it through with Y/n and explain. Fingers crossed I'm not too late. Now I just have to wait for a response.

Yeah, I didn't get a response from Y/n at all. It just sat on unread. It made my heart ache, knowing that I had blown this. But I'm not planning on giving up, so I decide to head to the station and see if she's there. I grab my things and drive over. I feel a bit nervous at the thought of seeing her, but almost an excited nervous. I walk into the station and approach the reception desk. "Good morning, how can I help?" The officer asks with a kind smile. "Hi, I'm looking for Detective Y/n Y/l/n." I reply, with as much confidence as I can.

"Oh, I'm sorry ma'am, but Detective Y/l/n has taken an extended leave of absence." He explains and I feel my heart drop. I'm too late. "Oh, do you know why and when she'll be back?" I query but he gives me a sad look. "I'm sorry but I'm unable to disclose that. If you need to talk to someone, I can arrange for someone else to come down to see you." He offers but I shake my head to decline.

Leaving the station, I feel so deflated. I don't even know where she lives to be able to turn up on her doorstep. God why did I have to go and fuck this up. I'm always self-sabotaging and I've hurt Y/n in the process. Feeling down, I head home and hide away with a tub of ice cream and romcoms. I know, it's cliché!

The next day Lizzie is already tired of me moping and is forcing me out to a club. I normally would be really up for this, it's been a while since I've been out, but I just want to wallow at the moment. Unfortunately, I have a very determined friend, who practically man handles me to get ready. Knowing that I'm not going to win, I decide I should just make the effort and try and enjoy the evening.

When we get to the club, we turn up and head straight to the bar. We take seats in a booth and decide to let the alcohol take effect before braving the dance floor. Whilst we're chatting, I'm glancing at the dance floor, and I smile when I see the person, I've been desperate to find. "Looks like fate is on your side." Lizzie teases, leaning in and giving my shoulder a nudge. "Or not." I reply, my smile dropping when I see a woman approach her.

My jealousy rises as I see them dancing together, and it only gets worse when Y/n pulls her into her, and the red head starts grinding on her. Fuck, this is torture! Lizzie just gives me a pitying look as I down my drink. I end up just staring at the two of them, not able to tear my eyes away. When I notice they're heading to the bar, my body starts to act without my consent. I grab Lizzie's drink and down it, before making my way over to Y/n.

My jaw tenses when this woman pulls Y/n between her legs and rests her hands on her hips. Y/n has a dopy smile on her face, and I just wish she was looking at me like that. "Hey babe!" I greet from nowhere, taking myself by surprise as I place my hand on her shoulder. "Babe?" The woman questions, pushing Y/n away from her. "What? No, I'm not with her." Y/n defends but the red head just scoffs. "Right sure. I can't fucking believe this." She curses, grabbing her bag and walking off. "Hannah! Wait, this isn't what it looks like!" Y/n calls after her, ignoring me and turning towards the woman.

I quickly reach out and grab Y/n by the arm and she spins around, a look of fury on her face. "What the fuck are you doing?" She yells at me. I flinch a little at the anger in her voice, but I guess I deserve that. "I didn't like her dancing all up on you." I admit but she just scoffs, shaking my hand off her shoulder. "Well, I'm not your girlfriend, so it's none of your God damn business who I dance with." She seethes. My gaze drops in embarrassment. "Can we please just talk?" I plead but she shakes her head. "Now you want to talk?" She laughs coldly. "You made your feelings pretty clear, even through the radio silence. Now I'm leaving." She fumes, storming out of the club.

"Y/n wait!" Another woman calls after her, rushing out the door in her wake. "What are you waiting for?" Lizzie questions me. "I don't agree with what you just did but go after her. This is your last chance!" She scolds. Thankfully my body takes over again in this moment and I'm soon running out the door following her. When I get outside, I see the woman who chased after Y/n trying to calm her down. "Just breathe for me Y/n/n." She pleads.

"I can't. I'm so fucking angry! Like who the fuck does she think she is." She is now in a full rage and I'm not sure if this is the right idea to come after her. "I know Y/n. I totally agree with you. But there's no use getting this angry. Let's just go to another club and drink to forget all this." Her friend suggests. When Y/n reluctantly nods, I know it's now or never to talk to her.

"Y/n. Wait!" I call after her, but she just rolls her eyes. "Go away Scarlett. I don't want to talk to you." She hisses. "Please, just give me 10 minutes, and then I'll let you go and never bother you again." I beg, reaching out to grab her arm. She quickly pulls it away. "Why should I give you any time? You ignore me and then act like my jealous girlfriend when I'm with someone else." She questions angrily. "I don't deserve your time. You're right. But I'm asking for you to show a slither of kindness towards me so I can explain everything." I express.

She looks towards her friend, who Lizzie has now joined. "Fine." She admits defeat and indicates for me to go to the greasy spoon next door. I have to hide a small laugh when Lizzie and Y/n's friend sneak in and take a table not too far away. But I need to focus right now. I don't know how long she'll give me. I look up at her and I can still see an anger behind her eyes. "Can I just start by saying how sorry I am for what just happened there. I had no right to act like I did. I just had this wave of jealousy wash over me, and all I could think about was stopping what was happening. It was completely selfish, and I apologise." I start off.

"You were the one that stopped talking to me. You ghosted me and made it clear you didn't want things to go further between us. It's totally unfair of you to act like you did." She states firmly. "I know, there is no excuse. There's no excuse for how I have acted at all over the last few weeks." I admit. She doesn't respond, so I take that as my queue to carry on. "It may not seem like it, but I really like you Y/n. I felt a connection with you that I've never had with anyone else. But I got scared when I saw your press conference. I worried about your job. You're in the organised crime unit. There is so much danger with that and I just panicked about you getting hurt, what that would do to me. I also worried that it might put my own daughter in danger if I was dating you. So, I decided it was best that I didn't pursue anything between us."

As I'm explaining I hear a scoff. "So, you decided that ghosting me was the better option than actually talking to me and having an honest conversation?" She questions, and I feel small under her intense gaze. She's not letting me have an inch here, not that I blame her. "It was a mistake, and I was a coward. I thought it was the easiest way. But you're right. I should have come to talk to you instead of just letting you think you had done something wrong. Please know that I didn't go on that date with you because I felt obligated. It couldn't be farther from the truth." I insist.

"You know, if you had talked to me, I could have explained my job to you. Yes, I work in organised crime, but it was only temporary for the Murphy case. I was pulled onto the task force after I was investigating a murder of a teenage girl. We never expected it to go on for two years. But after my leave of absence, I was returning to the homicide unit." She shares and I instantly feel even more stupid for not giving her a chance to explain. "I really am sorry Y/n." It's all I feel like I can say in the moment.

There's a moment of quiet before she lets out a sigh and nods. "Ok. Well, thank you for being honest with me now. I'm sorry you didn't feel comfortable with my job." She says, standing up and indicating for her friend to join her. I watch as she's walking away before I hear Lizzie hissing at me. "Why are you letting her go?!" I shake out of my frozen state and call after. "I still really like you. I like you a lot and I hope that maybe you could give me a second chance." I shout across the diner, making other drunk customers look at me in confusion.

Y/n stops at the door, her back still to me. "I might be scared, but I think I'm more scared of missing out on something that I truly believe could be perfect. I know I've screwed everything up, but please. Just give me one more chance." Y/n slowly turns around at my confession and walks back towards me. Her face unreadable. "My job isn't going to change. The homicide unit still has its dangers. Less so for you and your family, but still danger." She warns me. "I know, but what is life without risk?" I say with a teary smile. "Please. Just let me take you on that second date." I plead.

I take a risk and step forward and place my hands on her hips. She doesn't move away as she still ponders my request. "One more chance?" I whisper, looking up into her eyes. "One more chance." She agrees, holding her index finger up at me. I feel my whole body relax, but once again, it's taking control as I pull her down towards me and capture her lips with my own. She doesn't hesitate to kiss back as her hands fly to my hips and pull me flush against her. We're interrupted when we hear cheering. Not just from Lizzie and Y/n's friend, but the other customers in the diner.

I hide my face in Y/n's chest in embarrassment as she wraps her arms around me. The sound of her racing heartbeat gives me comfort, and I know right now in this moment. I'm where I'm meant to be. Safe in her arms.

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Gateway Drug | Part Thirty-Four

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Warning(s): Explicit language, Mentions of drug abuse, Explicit sexual situations

A/N: To the anon that asked about the pictures before chapters, I gave it a shot. Let me know what you guys think. Cintia Dicker is who I've always imagined as Viv (only difference is Viv has green eyes and Cintia has blue). Have a good night guys!!

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"...We're about to go on in a couple minutes, we're already late." Duff tells me, frustrated, after explaining everything he, Izzy, Axl, Slash, and Steven have endured ever since they left L.A. to embark on their first little tour as a band, along the west coast.

The first stop was his home town, and everything from losing equipment, losing their only form of transportation, hitch hiking in suffocating heat, spending all the money shared between them for a ride, and anything else that could go wrong, happened all under 24 hours.

After getting the full run down on what all had happened once they got back home, I decided the devil works hard, but Guns N' Roses work harder.

"Well, I wish I could have gone but I'm trying to get Nikki to acknowledge Vince before they start touring." I tell him, scrubbing at a soapy dish, the kitchen phone caught between my ear and my shoulder.

"Still?"

"He offered Vince blow the other day, after Vince just got out of jail, and is supposed to be sober. It wasn't blow. It was smack." I explain.

"Oh my God, that's fucked." Duff tells me.

"Him and Tommy thought it was the funniest thing ever so I replaced all their blow with unscented baby powder and flushed the real thing." I explain and he laughs. "They've been wondering why their blow is 'broken'."

"Now, is that what Jesus would do?" He asks jokingly.

"God gave me the idea. I did it. I am a good and faithful servant." I state and he laughs again.

"Oh, I gotta go, Viv." He tells me.

"Alright, good luck." I say, hearing Steven say "Hey, Viv!"

"Steven says 'hey'." Duff lets me know and I smile to myself.

"Tell him I said, 'hey'."

"I will. I'll talk to you again whenever I can." He assures me. "Love you."

"Love you, too."

"Bye."

"Bye-bye."

We both hang up and I rinse the dish I've been working on and place it in the dish wrack.

Glancing at the clock to see it's 8:00pm, Nikki should be back from the studio soon.

I finish up on the dishes and go take a shower since I've been stress cleaning and sweating a little.

By the time I get out and get lounging clothes on, Nikki and Tommy are in the kitchen talking, and go silent when I come in

"Hey, babe." Nikki tells me innocently, he and Tommy exchanging mischevious looks.

"What?" I ask them, glancing between the two of them.

"So...I was thinking..." Nikki starts. "...You know how you told me not to buy the vette last year, right? Because it only had two seats and we might have kids down the line and it's not really a family car."

"Yeah." I reply, narrowing my eyes at him.

"Well, because I'm a responsible husband and a happy wife equals a happy life, I made an investment." He tells me and I cross my arms.

"What kind of investment, Mr. Sixx?" I roll my jaw.

"Well..." Nikki trails off, and I'm darting for the front door before he or Tommy can grab me.

I swing the front door open to see a brand new jeep in the driveway.

"Nikki Sixx!" I spin around and he and Tommy wince a little. "You bought a car?! Another one?!"

"The vette's are the town cars, baby, the jeep is for more practical use."

"Like the motorcycle in our garage is for 'nights out with the guys'?"

"Exactly!" Tommy pipes in.

In a matter of seconds, I'm chasing Nikki back into the house.

"I'm going to kill you!" I threaten him.

"Tommy, grab her!" Nikki laughs out, which only makes me even more upset that my frustration is amusing to him.

Tommy misses me buy a few seconds before I'm jumping over the couch and tackling Nikki, straddling him and pinning him by his forearms.

"We don't have the money for a new car, Nikki!" I tell him, seriously.

"The album releases in two weeks, Viv. We've got more money than you think." He chuckles, assuring me, and I let out a breath as his eyes drift over my body, raising a brow at our position. "But I can pretend we're dirt broke if you promise to keep man handling me."

"Do I need to get you guys the video camera and leave you to it?" Tommy reminds us he's still here.

"Yeah, it's about time to add Volume Three to the collection, anyway." Nikki states, the corner of his mouth pulling up in his signature smirk.

Before your imagination runs wild, none of our sex tapes are still in existence. When Tommy and Vince's got out, I knew damn well I wasn't about to be best known for a sex tape(s)...

So they were all run over in the driveway and lit on fire.

"Speaking of the release," Nikki starts, nudging at me. "Our anniversary's the next week, but what're you wanting to do for a anniversary present—"

"—Your anniversary present is in the garage. And the driveway. And require insurance. And gas. And maintenance." I correct him and he rolls his eyes.

"I meant your present." He tells me. "What do think you might want?"

"I don't know." I shrug, then I remember what day our anniversary falls on, and slowly look at Nikki, my lips pulling into a smug smile.

I'm still not sorry for what I asked for, for our anniversary. But you know what? Hungover, slightly doped up from the night before, and exhausted, my trooper of a husband got himself together long enough to endure his own personal hell.

Nikki glares at me from behind his sunglasses as the preacher leads us into prayer and I nudge him with my elbow a little so he'll at least bow his head and pretend to care.

"Father in Heaven we pray, forgive us of our sins, Lord. God, we ask that you bless this message and prepare the hearts of those that need to hear it. I pray that you continue to watch over us, keep your hand upon us, and help us to be better. In Jesus' name I pray, amen."

"Amen." We all say, and Nikki scoffs out a mocking little snicker, making me elbow him and he raises his brows.

His smug look immediately falls.

I can't see his eyes but I know he's saying, "elbow me again and see what happens."

"If you turn in your Bibles to the book of Hosea, chapter three, verse one..." Brother Harting starts, and I take pick my jacket up from my lap to get my Bible from underneath it.

I flip to Hosea 3:1, and read along in my mind as he reads aloud:

"Then the Lord said unto me, Go yet, love a woman beloved of her friend, yet an adulteress, according to the love of the Lord toward the children of Israel, who look to other gods, and love flagons of wine." He says, before looking up from the book. "To put it simply, for those of you not quite sure what that means, God is telling Hosea to marry a prostitute. The children of Israel at this time were beginning to stray from God and worship other gods and idols. They were not faithful to God. Like Gomer, Hosea's wife. I'm sure when he married her, he hoped she would stop selling herself and giving herself to other people." He explains. "Isn't it strange that so many of us assume marriage, or a child, will keep their significant other from giving parts of themselves to other people and other things when they were selling themselves to someone or something long before you even came along?" He chuckles out and I rub my lips together, a chord being struck within me. "God told Hosea to marry Gomer, and he did. But she didn't stay faithful. In fact, Hosea had to repeatedly go find her with other men and bring her back home. Now, God didn't tell Hosea to marry a woman that seemed like she could not, for the life of her, stay committed in the right path, to hurt him. God wanted to demonstrate how Israel was repeatedly unfaithful towards him. How we are all unfaithful to him at times, even when we don't realize it. Some of us even worship idols, and don't realize it. Obsession over money. Obsession over lust. Obsession over alcohol. If you are a workaholic..." He names a few examples.

"Cute, can we go now?" Nikki's grumbling under his breath to me and I don't even look at him, lacing my fingers through his, hoping to keep him quite like giving a baby a pacifier.

"I'm not saying wanting money, or having a drink with your dinner, or enjoying your work or really enjoying sex, is idolatry. It is when those things become addictive habits that consume your thoughts constantly, so much so, that you wake up one day and realize you haven't even acknowledged God in weeks. Some of us, months. For others, it's years. And when I say 'acknowledge God' I don't mean a little 'thank God' when something goes your way. I mean, getting in that comfortable space we all have when we can humbly approach God with all of our worries, concerns, hopes, dreams, and tell him about everything going on in our lives. When we take the time to talk to him like we would a friend. God wants to hear everything from us, whether it's something good that's happened, or something we need him to heal within us or help us with something we are struggling to do. He is never too busy." He smiles. "Hosea constantly chased and went after Gomer because he loved her. He made vows to God to marry her and he grew to love her. God loved the children of Israel, and he loves us. He used Hosea as a demonstration of how he always pursues and goes after his church when each of us stray, and let me tell you something, ladies and gentlemen, when Gomer got herself into a mess for the last time, she was about to be sold, like cattle. And Hosea went looking for her thinking she was up to her typical no good. But he came up on the auction she was being sold at. Keep in mind this woman had put him through years of hurt, and pain. He was exhausted, he was angry, he was broken...but he saw his wife about to be sold to men who would most definitely put her through hell, and Hosea suddenly couldn't see his wife's wrong doings. He just saw the woman he loved, the mother of his children, scared and in trouble. And he threw his hand up, and placed a bid for thirty pieces of silver on this woman. Six months worth of wages on a woman that seemed to do everything in her power to not be faithful to him."

"I think fucking not." Nikki doesn't even try to be quiet, causing a few people in front of us to quickly glance back at us.

I elbow him, harder this time, and he's grabbing at my wrist, harshly, pulling me to my feet.

Anger and frustration goes through me when he leads me through the double doors of the very small lobby.

"You're being a jackass." I hiss out the second he's pushed me into the ladies' room that consists of one toilet and a small sink.

"You're being a brat. You should be happy I even came to this bullshit." He snaps.

"One time isn't gonna kill you, Nikki. I'm surprised you're actually able to walk into a church and not burst into flames."

"Okay, fuck you!" He raises his voice and my hand is popping him in the chest before I can stop myself, "Shh!" flying past my lips.

His teeth grind together, and my thighs tense.

His hand is grabbing a fist full of my red locks, yanking my head back as he looks me in the eyes.

It's a slap in the face to him, but I can't help but let out a mocking chuckle, smiling up at him.

I completely disregard the fact we're in church, and my hands slide under his shirt, feeling his warm skin, my nails scratching down his sides.

He's letting go of my hair, reaching between us, and unbuckling his belt and tugging it out of his belt loops.

I squeeze my thighs together as anticipation starts building within my core, creating a slip between my thighs.

He's grabbing my arm and spinning me around to face the wall, shoving me forward.

My hands brace on the chipped, faint yellow paint, and he's yanking my hips back and spreading my legs while yanking my dress up and my panties down to rest around my ankles.

He gives me a moment of mercy, his hand reaching around to rub my clit while his leather restrained prick grinds against my ass, causing me to let out a quiet moan to avoid being heard.

Just as I start moving with his fingers, he pulls away.

"Bad girls don't get rewarded." He tells me smartly in my ear before I'm feeling heat radiate through my body after the sharp sting of leather hits my skin.

I take in a breath, arching my back, biting back another moan.

By the time he's finished with lick number ten, my ass is bright red and aching, and there's a mess of wetness rolling down my legs and dripping on the floor.

I hear his belt hit the floor and he unties the laces of his pants, causing me to hum with excitement as he reaches for my hair again and turns me around to pull me to my knees.

I lick my lips as my mouth begins to water at the sight of engorged veins, aching for release as he strokes himself a couple of times, his precum beading out of his tip.

I open my mouth and stick my tongue out eagerly, looking up at him with begging, green eyes, wanting to taste him.

He looks down at me with a little grin, like he's proud he's been able to screw the submission into his innocent little "my body's a temple" Saint Vivian and corrupt her in every way that she would allow.

He gives me what I want, swiping the tip of himself across my tongue. I don't think he's expected me to wrap my tongue and lips around him just yet because when I do, he's gripping onto the side of the sink with white knuckles.

I hungrily swallow down the liquid leaking from him, thriving under his praise as he says:

"God, you're so fuckin' hot."

I press teasing kisses to his tip, down the underside of his shaft, and his balls, and he damn near collapses when I run my tongue over them before tracing my tongue back up him and taking him in my mouth.

He grabs at my hair, creating a punishing pace that's got tears running from the corners of my eyes with each thrust that has him brushing against the back of my throat.

When he finally lets me catch my breath, a line of my spit holds from my lips to his cock, so I catch it with my fingers and use it to keep jerking him off.

My pussy is beginning to throb, needing something, anything to relieve the pressure.

The fingers of my free hand fall to my clit, but it isn't quite enough.

I believe I take "bitch in heat" to a whole other level when I pull my dress up and strategically arch my back and rest my legs on either side of Nikki's right foot.

He looks at me, a little confused before I spread my thighs a little more, causing my clit to rest against the curve of Nikki's boot where his ankle meets his leg.

My eyes roll back as I begin to move back and forth, slowly against him, while still keeping my hand moving up and down on his dick.

I don't open my eyes until I feel him lift the toe of his shoe a little bit, angling the part I'm straddling to rest against my soaked sex perfectly.

My eyes stare up at him, the nails of my free hand bite into the back of his lower thigh as I use him for leverage while beginning to move feverishly against him.

He takes over on himself, allowing me to hold onto his leg with both hands as he watches me like I'm the most beautiful woman he has ever seen.

Tears stream down my face as my orgasm builds, the only thing able to come out of my mouth is "Oh, fuck" and "Nikki" in the form of breathy whimpers.

When I come, my eyes screw shut, my body shutters and I completely soak Nikki's boot.

"Face, mouth, or tits?" Nikki asks me in regards to where I want his cum.

I swallow every last drop.

After making sure my crucifix wasn't crooked, my floral Sunday dress and matching heels were perfectly put back on and my hair looked like it had never been touched, Nikki and I pretended we hadn't had a little anniversary gathering in the bathroom and returned to service in time to hear that last tid bit.

In which Nikki was pissed about having to sit through, but I suppose he did anyway without any more complaints because he knew it was important to me.

"Hosea bought his wife back, like Christ bought all of us with his bloodshed on the cross. That being said, let's throw out the idea that God only chases after perfect Christians and everyone else is no good and going to hell anyway so it's the perfect Christians' job to tell everyone else they're going to burn forever." Harting states as Nikki and I slip back inside, and I scoff, thinking of my mother. "We are all sinners, people. I've known Christians that condemn just about everyone and then go home and do the equivelant of what they were condemning others for. You can't tell homosexuals they are going to hell and there is no hope for them, and then go out and have sex outside of marriage. Or say tattoos are a show of paganism and a sin and then go home and call up your friends to gossip about other people. You don't get to decide what is and isn't a sin to better suit your lifestyle. And just because someone isn't like you or doesn't think like you, does not mean they are any less worthy of God's love and a lot of Christians need to be careful who they damn to hell because God doesn't think like human's do. Our bodies, our flesh, and our mind's are imperfect and I'm affraid many of these holier-than-thou types are going to be shocked when they end up in a place they don't want to be when they die because they spent too much time alive being too hateful and worried about how other people are living, they never looked at themselves and worked on their own relationship with God and their salvation before minding other people's. Any born again Christian who truly has God in their hearts should never, ever, feel comfortable telling someone else they are going to hell. We can disagree with someone's choices and decisions or relationships and friendships or addictions and habits or view points and opinions, and love them. And respect them. And be kind to them. And treat them like human beings and if you're worried for someone's soul, pray for them as much as you want. We are here to love and uplift others. That is the way we as Christians are meant to be because that is the way God is with us. We do things all the time he doesn't like. But he loves us enough to continously chase after us and bring us back to him, and never give up on us. And that love is open to anyone willing to accept it."

He closes out his sermon and we sing one last hymn before closing out in prayer, and head back to the car.

"Well?" I ask him and he takes his sunglasses off and rubs his eyes.

"I don't know what was more adorable: seeing you all enthused over someone that doesn't exist, or seeing you have my dick in your throat during church." He pipes, laughing. "Oh, that would be cool game to play. I could be the Pervy Priest and you could be the Naughty Nun." He suggest, his hand squeezing at my thigh in a tickling motion and I squeal, fighting to get him to stop tickling me and he finally stops."It was a good message, though. He had a very nice way of saying, 'just mind your own fucking business, cunt face'."

"Shh, Nikki!" I cringe at him saying 'cunt' in the parkinglot of a church.

"Oh, sorry, didn't mean to swear in the Lord's driveway." He sarcastically apologizes and I shake my head a little and crank the car.

Later that night, Nikki heads to Robbin's place to score some smack and blow from his dealer, before we go out to dinner, and I'm stopping by to see Duff and the guys at their rehearsal.

The clicks of my heels sound against the bare concrete where stained up carpet as been ripped up.

I see two masses of teased, blonde hair in the corner by a drum kit, a fluff ball of black, curly hair laying in the floor wear sunglasses, and teased red hair.

"Duff." Izzy states, and I turn to see him on a holed up couch in the corner, cigarette hanging from his lips.

"Izzy." I acknowledge him.

"Viv." He replies in the same tone, not bothering to look up from his guitar.

"Yeah?" Duff asks, glancing over at him to see me. "Hey!" He immediately stops what he's doing to come over, the other three boys looking up at me as well. "What're you doing here?" He asks, hugging me, and I look up at him after seeing Steven coming over here.

"Nikki and I were about to go out for our anniversary and I decided to come by since I haven't talked to you in a couple weeks. But, um, I know you've been busy I just thought I would stop by." I explain, smiling when Steven's energetic vibe spills over to me when he squeezes me to him.

"Well, we were just taking a break if you wanna hangout for a little bit." Duff offers.

I glance at Axl over Duff's shoulder, seeing he's irritated, and I let out a breath.

My relationship with Axl was about how my relationship with Vince was.

We loved to hate each other.

But not because Axl was a pig like Vince was. But because he and I were the same exact person.

I don't know if it was the overzealous religious up bringing forced upon us, or our struggles with similar mental disorders, but we both had the same nearly uncontrollable temper.

We got along most of the time, our issue, though, was that we saw things differently, and would get into heated arguments.

The longer the band stayed together, the worse Axl got.

It became more and more about him, and not so much the band.

When Steven was fired for getting too deep into heroin (as if he was the only one in the band with addiction issues) Axl had the honor Robbin, Vince, and Doc, all had been given: my fist to his face.

He was trying his hardest not to punch me back as I yelled:

"I'm not in your fucking band, I'm not on your fucking payroll, so I have no problem telling you, you're a fucking piece of shit and you need a hell of a lot more help than what you're getting right now! You're acting like a trigger happy crazy person, you have got your band members paranoid about who's gonna go next and for the love of God, Axl, of all the ways you could have handled the man that has saved your wife's life not once, but twice, you fire him for doing something you idiots were glorifying three years ago?! Get your shit together, Rose, because you're getting fucking messy!"

I had quoted him, from when he said, "get your shit together, Sixx, because you're getting fucking messy" after Duff and I had nearly been caught by Nikki.

The entire time they were on tour with us, Axl was paranoid Nikki would find out Duff and I were friendly with each other, kick Guns off the tour, and blacklist them through the label...

He got even more uptight when Steven and Slash accidentally gave me weed brownies a few days into the tour, and I was stoned out of my mind for six hours straight, and Steven, Slash, Duff, and were chasing me around and trying to make sure I didn't make it obvious to anyone on Mötley's team or Nikki, Tommy, Vince and Mick, that the supporting band got Nikki's stone cold sober wife high as a kite. Izzy just found it amusing.

One thing about Axl, though. He taught Tansy how to stick up for herself, which gave her the courage to publicly out her abusers in her agency and industry. I guess that's why I didn't kill him despite the many times I heavily considered it.

"I would hang around, but, I've really gotta get going." I tell Duff. "But I'll call you tomorrow or Tuesday and we can figure out when a good time to hangout before I go to Japan, alright?"

"Okay." He nods.

"Okay, I gotta go, Steven." I squeeze him equally as tight as he is me, ruffling his hair a little.

"Boo! Buzzkill." He protests my leaving and I roll my eyes as he steps back to his drums.

"I'll talk to you later." I tell Duff, standing on my tip toes to kiss his cheek innocently.

"Yeah. Have fun tonight." He tells me. "And happy anniversary."

"Thank you, sweetie." I say as I wipe my lipstick from his cheek. "Love you, be good." I tell them before turning to go.

"Love you." Steven and Duff say back.

"Viv." Izzy tells me as I head for the door, as his way of saying 'bye'.

"Izzy." I reply, before stepping out.

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