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Home Is Where The Heart Is

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Prologue: Home Is Where The Heart is

Home Is Where The Heart Is: Chapter One 

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It’s been weeks since i’ve arrived in Jackson, and not once have I slept through the night. 

David taunts me in my dreams, reminding me of everything he’s stolen. My family, my body, my sanity. My rest, apparently too. Just as I escape one horror, closing my eyes sinks me into the next. My eyes burn and itch throughout the days, a light pink hugh shadowing them.

A few days ago, I was finally able to trade the wheelchair for some sturdy crutches. I’ve already eaten shit a good few times, in public to my dismay. They lie next to me as I sit in front of the fireplace, drying my hair as I wait for Tommy.

We’ve formed somewhat of an understanding. He stops by every morning, watching me take my pills and eat something for breakfast, smiling as he watches me eat. By nightfall he returns, with dinner and always begs me to come into town. Ever since the incident, though, I’ve locked myself away at home.

I still find myself thinking about her, Ellie. I see her and Joel walking home from the square at night, practically glued to one another’s side. Sometimes, it makes me think of father. I wonder how he would like Jackson, or the people around us. Maybe we’d be living here together.

Just as I let my mind begin a dark turn, I hear my door pound, “Door’s open, Tommy.”

The door stays still for a moment, and I wonder what is taking so long until the door opens and… Tommy isn’t standing there, holding a plate of white pasta and a glass of orange juice.

Ellie is.

I take a deep breath, “Oh, did you come to fight? Kind of petty not to wait until I'm able.”

She’s silent for a moment, before willing a smile onto her lips. She’s wearing a pair of dark denim, a maroon long sleeve shirt, with matching tennis shoes. Like always, her hair pulled back to reveal her ocean eyes. It was like torture.

“Tommy and Joel are on late night patrol… so I thought I could bring you dinner.”

Ellie doesn’t move from her spot by the door, holding the tray with both hands. She avoids eye contact like the plague.

My lips twitch into a smile, “and how do I know you didn’t poison it?”

She ignores my comment as she walks forward, setting the steaming plate in front of me. It smells of roast chicken and garlic, instantly making my mouth water. By the time I look up at her again, she’s staring at me intently.

She takes a deep breath, “Joel and Tommy thought it would be best if I… apologize, for the other night.”

“Oh?”

Ellie holds herself together strong, but I can see the quivers in her arms as she stands there. Her eyes shift with uncertainty, never quite meeting a particular target. It was almost funny to watch, seeing this tough girl seemingly fall apart.

“Well,” I start. “Lets hear it, then.”

A nervous laugh escapes her lips, “I did? That was my apology.”

“You fucking suck at apologizing, Ellie.”

We stare at each other for a moment, before bursting into laughter. The second one of us would stop, the other would snort so loud it would trigger another fit. Laughing like this felt good, really good. I can’t remember the last time I felt like this.

Ellie takes a seat next to me on the couch, propping her feet up on the coffee table. As she got comfortable, I took the time to completely devour my plate, barely even chewing. The sauce was savory and filled with herbs, while the chicken was juicy and tender. By the time I was finished, I couldn’t help but let out a burp.

She lets out a deep sigh, “I remember my few weeks. I ate so much I looked pregnant.”

“Yeah, well I miss having boobs,” I laugh, licking my fingers. “I look like a little boy.”

Ellie looks down at her own chest with a frown, “At least you’ve HAD them, i don’t think i’ll ever get any.”

We burst out laughing again, and I take this opportunity to look at her. The freckles splayed out on her cheeks, underpainted with a deep blush. Her nose, curved and tiny, like a little button. The way she’d bat her eyelashes. It was all too much.

She catches her breath, “I really am sorry, for the other day. I’m just not used to being around… nice people.”

“Who said anything about being nice?” I reply, looking over at her soft expression. “No, really it’s okay. I’m sorry for staring.”

“Why were you staring, anyway?”

I look at her for a moment, puzzled. Either I can tell her the truth, that I find her absolutely breathtaking. That the sight of her made me stop in my tracks and smile. Or, I can lie. And based on how creepy the truth sounds, I take the lying approach.

I inhale, “I don’t think I've ever really seen anyone my age before. Every settlement I've ever been to has been overflowing with old people.”

This makes her laugh, “That sounds… awful. I hate old people.”

“Well you sure do seem to love Tommy and Joel.”

I wish I could take it back, the look on her face lowers for a moment. Her mouth gapes like a fish, trying to decide what to say before ultimately closing multiple times. 

She lets out a small smile, “yeah, well. I guess family is different.”

I think back on what Tommy said, my first night. It was hard to think I could have found my place, my people here. I’m still waiting for the punch in the gut, when these people finally show their true colors and I’ll have to flee. But, for some reason I don’t see it coming.

Ellie makes herself comfortable, as she tells me the stories of her previous mission with Joel. Traveling across the country, to be reunited with the Fireflies. She never tells me why, and I don’t ask. Hours flow by, and I notice her mannerisms. The way she bites her pinky when she’s nervous. Licking her chapped lips between sentences. Her voice getting louder when she gets to an exciting part of the story.

As she comes to an end, her eyes glance over to my bow, “Oh my god, that is sexy.”

“Sexiest thing i’ve ever seen,” I laugh, running my finger tips over its arch. “It was my father’s, he carved it before the apocalypse.”

I hand it to her, watching as she runs her fingers over the black-stained bow. The intricacies carved into the sides. It makes me smile, knowing fathers work will be appreciated even after he’s long gone. 

Ellie looks up, “I’m sorry he couldn’t make it with you.”

I shrug her off, “Oh well, that’s life. He’d love it here, though.”

“The food is great.”

I crack a smile, looking at the bow. “Oh yeah, he’d love that too. But, he always dreamed of living in peace again. Just existing instead of surviving. And you guys have beer? Woah.”

We stare at each other for a minute, and I find myself getting sucked into her eyes again. It was a trap, really. Like a magnet, I feel our faces slowly come closer to each other.

Which is then interrupted by Tommy and Joel, crashing open the door. Ellie stumbles back, laying back on the couch while I run my fingers through my hair with a nervous laugh. Fuck.

“Well I’ll be damned,” Tommy chuckles. “Look at that. big brother. They didn’t kill each other.”

Joel lets out a laugh, eyes glancing to my empty plate. The smile stays glued to my face as he approaches the coffee table, looking over me again for a moment. His fingers come to his watch, stroking the leather slowly. 

He lets out a sigh, “Alright, Ellie. You need some sleep, you have school tomorrow.”

Ellie let’s put a huff, “What’s even the point? It’s not like I have to go to college?”

I had never been able to go to a school before, besides bible study. Mama, for the most part, taught me everything I knew. What plants to forage, how to read and write, basic math. 

“School?” I ask, looking over to Tommy. “There’s school here, too?”

“Why yes there is,” he says with a smile. “We didn’t wanna overwhelm you, though. If you don’t-“

“I wanna go to school, please I am so bored. If I can't go hunting yet I might as well thump some books.”

Tommy and Joel glance at one another, contemplating for a moment, while Ellie gives me a nervous smile. I can’t look at her straight on though, without my cheeks bursting with a blush.

Joel nods, “Sounds good. Ellie will pick you up tomorrow at 8.”

“You’re not even gonna ask-“

“No, because I told you to Ellie.” Joel shoots me a wink before helping Ellie off the couch. 

The both of them stare into each other's eyes, challenging silently before Ellie backs down, looking over her shoulder at me with a half smile.

“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow at eight.”

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Ellie walks me to school every morning with a smile. There was never a dull moment between us, and the second there was silence she would slip out a joke book from her back pack. The jokes were stupid, but the way her face would light up everytime she told one made my heart erupt. In a way, she reminded me of Bonnie. There was still a touch of innocence. I want to be jealous of her, somehow traveling across the country with her family intact and a smile on her face. But I couldn't help but be happy for her. It must be nice.

It’s been a few weeks, and I’m officially free from the crutches. Despite a slight limp, I’m almost fully healed. I sit at my desk in the study, writing a two page paper for English. Ellie complained when our teacher assigned the work, but it made me smile. A little distraction never hurt anyone.

Tomorrow is my first day on the hunting crew. I’ve been assigned with Joel and Jesse, a young boy a few years ahead of me. My body shakes and twitches with excitement, to finally return to the woods, to run my fingers across the string of the bow. To prove that I am worthy to live in the community.

Just as I begin to write my final paragraph, I hear a low crash in the living room. I drop the lead pencil, freezing in my place. The crashing continues, footsteps increasing pace towards the door.

Without second thought, I grab and load my bow, staring intently at the door. I can hear glass crunching under someone’s thick boots, causing me to inch forward. The door opens and I pull the string back, and just as I’m about to release the arrow between their collarbones, I see the blue eyes.

“Ellie?” I sigh, dropping the bow to my side. “What the fuck is wrong with you? I almost killed you, dumbass.”

A smile eases on her lips, as her arms raised in surrender in the air. “I’m sorry, sorry. I was gonna knock, but I wanted to see if your windows lock.”

“Oh my god Ellie, did you break my fucking window?”

“No, no!” She sighs, “But I may have knocked over a lamp or two climbing in.”

Rolling my eyes, I set the bow down on my desk with a frown, “If you’re here to copy my essay, I’m not even finished yet.”

She laughs, “you’re funny, I haven’t thought of that essay since last week.”

“It’s due in three days, Ellie.”

“Well, then I’ll start it in two.”

We stare at each other for a moment as I begin to catch my breath. She wears a leather jacket way too big for her, jeans, and thick leather boots. Instead of her usual ponytail, though, her hair waves against her red cheeks, ending just below her shoulders. 

I clear my throat, “what are you doing here? I have a shift in three hours.”

“And you’re worried about a dumb paper?” She laughs, “I couldn’t sleep and um..” Her eyes shift to her fingers, rubbing them together nervously.

“And?”

Her eyes don’t leave the floor, “I was wondering if you’d teach me how to shoot.”

I laugh, a deep guttural laugh from deep in my belly. How is this girl even alive if she can’t shoot?

“You can’t shoot a gun?” Her eyes lift to meet mine slowly as I speak, cheeks red with embarrassment.

“I meant the bow you idiot.”

I blink slowly, looking over at the analog clock sitting on the table. 3:26 a.m. There was a part of me that wanted to say no, to tell her that no one else was allowed to use it. But I couldn’t say no to those fucking eyes. 

A sigh escapes my lips, “Oh, okay. Well… are there any targets out here?”

Ellie leads me to the shooting range, off the edge of the town. It’s nothing special, just a few painted targets sitting on an isle in the grass. They look as if they’ve never been touched. I can’t hold my excitement, running forward the second I see them in the horizon.

“Slow down! You shouldn’t be running on that ankle!” 

I look over my shoulder, “fuck off!”

I begin loading the bow just as Ellie reaches me, catching her breath in hitches. Her whole face is painted red, almost making her freckles disappear.

The arrow pierces the air, cutting through it like a sword to meet with the center of the target. I can’t help the smug look on my face as I turn back to Ellie, who’s jaw practically touches her knees.

“Holy shit, man.”

I chuckle, “Alright, now your turn.” I hand her the bow slowly, taking the sheath of arrows off my back and swinging it over her shoulder.

The shots she takes don’t even make it within five feet of the target. She curses, fiddles with her hands, and stomps the ground a few times in defeat. She’s like a tiny dog, all this anger bottled into such a little person.

I can’t watch it anymore, I decide just as she begins to load another arrow. We’ve been out here for almost two hours, and I can slowly see the sun coming up from the horizon. I find myself tentatively holding Ellie’s elbow, helping her take aim.

“What are you doing?” She asks, her breath hitching as she looks over her shoulder.

“I can’t watch you miss again, El, it’s killing me.”

“Fuck you, too,” she scoffs, but not pushing away from my touch.

My heart skips a beat at the nickname, rolling off the tongue before I could stop myself. Her eyes brighten slightly as she turns back around, slowly pulling the arrow back.

“Now, take a deep breath, in through your belly.”

“Wh-”

“Oh my god, Ellie, please just listen.”

She obliged, releasing a deep breath as she stared intently at the target. A shiver runs through my spine as I realize how close we are, goosebumps popping up onto my arms.

“And…release.”

The arrow shoots through the air, whistling in the breeze. I twitch with anticipation, following the arrow to the target. But it doesn’t sink into the isle.

It sinks into Bonnie’s head.

Just as Ellie screams with joy, looking over at me with a smile, I fall to the ground with grief. A piercing scream shoots through my body and into the air, shooting electricity down my spine. I can’t stop the tears, the whimpers, the shaking. I killed my baby sister.

Just as Ellie shoots down beside me, in the distance I see Joel on his horse, yelling my name as I get consumed by darkness.

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y’all seen this tiktok trend or did i accidentally end up on hetero tiktok (twitter) [ID: two panel comic. the first panel is tommy shepherd, reclining on the couch, looking at this laptop. on his screen is a tweet that says “if you loook like your boyfriend’s favorite disney princess, it’s meant to be!♥️” tommy looks up and asks “hey babe, who’s your favorite disney princess?” . the next panel is david alleyne, who does not look up from his own laptop, cheek resting against his hand. he responds dryly, “lightning mcqueen”. /END ID.]

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I Need Fire (Part 3)

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Chapter Summary:  Rayne gave Tommy a proposition at the Roxy four days ago and is doubting her decision to do so.  Will the eager drummer find his girl?   Authors Note:  Wow!  Thank you all for the great feedback on Part 2!  Keep it coming I absolutely love to hear it.  This chapter I don’t know what got into me, but I just kept writing.  You’re in for a lot of stuff in this chapter. 

Music Inspiration:  All Motley this chapter! Merry Go Round, Take Me To The Top, Starry Eyes, Toast of The Town, Too Fast For Love, Tonight

Warning:  This chapter starts to get a little hot and heavy with some dirty talk.  Also I’m not good with writing about drugs so in general this story probably isn’t going to have a ton of detail about that, it’ll mostly be references… but we all know what Tommy was doing right?

Word Count: 5,475

Taglist: @triplehaitches @freddiessmallnipples send me an ask if you want to be added!

Chapter 3

The alarm went off next to the bed jolting Rayne awake, fuck how was it already 5am?  The California sun wasn’t even shining through the blinds yet when Rayne threw the covers off of herself and reached for her pack of cigarettes.  

“Alright, get up, you can do it.” Rayne said quietly to herself trying to find the motivation to get up and go to work.  She had never been a morning person ever since she was a little kid. Continuing to puff on her cigarette she grabbed her uniform throwing it over her shoulder as she silently made her way down the hall towards the bathroom.  She made sure to be quiet in the mornings because Jo didn’t have to be up as early as she did, sometimes the bathroom door was in agreement with remaining quiet, other times not.  Luckily for Rayne this morning the bathroom door closed quietly.

Even though she probably stayed in the shower for a little bit too long, eventually Rayne left the bathroom, a mass of steam following her as she walked to the kitchen for her not so healthy breakfast.  She had gotten into a major routine since getting a job at the hospital as an x-ray tech.  So much so that it didn’t even register to her to actually turn the coffee pot on in the morning anymore, she just did it instinctively.  Rayne was lucky to have gotten a great paying Monday through Friday job so she always had her weekends free, but if she was being honest with herself she went out on a lot of weeknights too.  The candle was burning at both ends but a girl was only 23 once in her life, and Rayne never wanted to look back on her life with regret.

While waiting for the coffee to finish Rayne lit up another cigarette and let her thoughts drift. It had been four days since the night at the Roxy and if she was being honest she had kicked herself every day since.  She knew why she was playing so hard to get - it was a defense mechanism, and she hated that about herself.  She knew she could be bitchy but it was definitely time to pump the breaks, Tommy seemed to genuinely be into her if for nothing else but her looks.  “Oh god I’m an idiot, I should’ve just told him my name, he’s never gonna fuckin find me.  Who do I think I am Farrah fucking Fawcett?”

The smell of coffee put a pause on Rayne’s hushed criticism of herself.  Grabbing a travel mug from the cabinet she filled it to the top and headed out the door to start her day.

As she got into the rhythm of the day Rayne slowly but surely woke up.  She greeted the girls in the office and said hello to the doctors as she made her way to the front desk to begin her day.  Soon after that time started to fade away, patient after patient, room after room.  Life in a medical office in a hospital was certainly never boring. Eventually Rayne walked out of one of the exam rooms slipping a file into the folder on the wall when she looked at her watch, it was almost time for her lunch.  Time flies when you’re lookin at broken bones all day.

“Um, Rayne?” Her co-worker Jennifer approached her.  Jennifer had been in the office the longest, she was an older slightly pudgy woman.

“Yeah Jenn?” Rayne asked leaning against the wall casually.

“There’s um-someone in the office for you.”  Jennifer said cautiously slightly stammering over her words.

“Huh?  Someone for me?  Who is it?”  Rayne questioned furrowing her brow, something she knew her mother would yell at her about if she were there to see it.

“Um, I think you should just go out and see, if for nothing else than to make him leave.” Jennifer seemed exceptionally off put so Rayne quickly walked out and opened the door to the waiting room stopping in her tracks as soon as she walked through the threshold.

Standing there in the middle of the room, mostly filled with older people was none other than Tommy in a leather jacket, ripped up jeans, his hair proudly feathered out, and in his hands a bouquet of roses.  He smiled wide, holding his arms out at his sides proudly taking a few steps towards her.  “Rayne Sykes.”

Holy shit.  “You can’t be here.”  Rayne quickly said to Tommy taking a step towards him to direct him out.

“You told me to find you,” Tommy said softly holding up the roses in front of Rayne stopping her in her tracks, “So I found you.”

Rayne let out a surprised exhale and took the roses from his hand.  “I did, but you have to go I’m working.”

“It’s almost lunch time, don’t tech’s get lunch?  And if you don’t I’ll just sit here until you’re done work.”  Tommy took a step towards a chair in the room moving to sit down.  She was fairly certain that if he somehow went through the trouble to find her and show up at her job he would certainly made good on that promise. Rayne quickly grabbed his arm to stop him from sitting down.

“Okay, okay.” She hushed closing her eyes and taking a breath.  “I’ll meet you outside in ten minutes.”

“Alright, see you in ten gorgeous.”  Tommy smiled holding up her hand to glance at her watch.  “Don’t be late.”

Tommy turned on his heel and strutted out of the room whistling.  When he disappeared from view all eyes were on Rayne, both from her coworkers and patients in the waiting room.  “Okay shows over!”

Everyone quickly got back to work and stopped looking at Rayne except for Jennifer.  Rayne looked the slightly older woman dead in the eyes before saying “Don’t ask.”

It took her almost the full ten minutes to get the courage to go outside.  Rayne exited the building and saw Tommy immediately in front of the doors sitting on the stairs, his back to her. “Well are you ready for lunch?”

He quickly jumped to his feet a goofy smile on his face.  “Yes doctor.”

“Oh god, don’t even start.  And I’m not a doctor!” Rayne playfully shoved him over as they made their way down the street.

“Well, you can play doctor with me whenever you want.”  Tommy wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.  Rayne couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her lips.

“Alright Romeo.” She shook her head.  “Thanks for the flowers by the way, you didn’t have to do that.”

“Yes I did. You’re making me work for this, I gotta go full romance.”  Tommy motioned with his hands how big he was planning to go with the romance.  “Roses, sonnets, love songs, candle lit dinners…”

“Oh jesus christ.” Rayne chuckled at his statement before stopping in front of a restaurant motioning to the door, “This sandwich shop is really good.”

“After you,” Tommy opened the door for Rayne to walk through.

“Two please.” Rayne said to the hostess as she walked in.  The two sat down and quickly looked over the menu, Rayne wasn’t sure why she did she always got the same thing.  “So, how did you find me?”

“I may or may not have bribed the bartender from the other night.”  Tommy said proudly, while Rayne shot daggers at him.

“Remind me to kill David next time I see him.”  Rayne shook her head in disapproval.  Who knew one of her best friends in the scene could be bought so easily. What if Tommy was a killer? “By the way I only have until 1:30, then I have to be back.”

Before Tommy could say anything the waitress approached the table, “Do we know what we want?”

Tommy motioned for Rayne to start, “Can I do the tomato soup, the roast beef and cheese and a water?”  The waitress nodded, “And for you?”  “I’ll have the turkey club with avocado and a coke please.”

“No Jack Daniels for you?”  Rayne raised her left eyebrow as the waitress walked away.

“I could, but I want to remember this.”  Tommy smiled.

“Oh my god you are so cheesy.  You’re not actually like this.”  

“Nikki might disagree with you, but I am trying to impress you a bit.”  Tommy played with a ring on his finger.

“You know how you could impress me?”  Rayne paused until he looked at her.  She took that moment to put her hand over his to stop his fidgeting. “Just be you.”

Rayne saw Tommy exhale a bit when she said those words Rayne took her hand away from Tommy’s at the sight of him relaxing slightly.  “You look really different by the way.  Good, but different.”

She looked down at her scrubs running her fingers down to smooth them out.  “Oh you mean no makeup, tame hair and no leather?”

“Yeah exactly. Is that frowned upon in the office?”  Tommy asked reaching for Rayne’s hands taking them in his again.  Rayne shook her head nodding down to her fingers, “You see my nails?”

Tommy looked down as Rayne wiggled her fingers for him, they were painted blue and were an almond shape that stuck out past the very tips of her fingers.  “Even those are frowned upon, the color and the length. So you could imagine the horror if I showed up looking like a dominatrix.”

“Mmm,” Tommy lifted her hand and began kissing her knuckles, “But I’d like it.”

“Tommy! Stop!”  Rayne giggled pulling her hands away from his lips. As she did their waitress came back with their sandwiches.  “Thank you.  Tommy, can I ask you a very real question?”

“You can ask me anything you want.”  He said taking a big bite of his turkey sandwich.  Rayne took the opportunity of him being distracted by his food to take a look at him, this was the most well lit area she had ever been with Tommy.  Out on the balcony of the shitty LA apartment was dim at best and the other night at the club, well it was your average night club, and everyone knew club lighting had a tendency to turn fives into eights or nines.  Luckily for Rayne that wasn’t the case with Tommy, if she was being honest he was beautiful.  He had hair that looked like ravens feathers which made his pale skin look even more snow white. He had prominent cheek bones, pouty lips and his eyes were a dark chocolate brown.  As a matter of fact Rayne could see the remnants of black eyeliner outlining them making his eyes look even darker.

“Why are you going through all this trouble?  You don’t even know me.  And don’t give me the whole ‘have you looked at yourself’ bullshit.” Rayne questioned now taking a bite out of her sandwich.

Tommy took a moment to think, “Honestly, the only answer I can give is I’m just drawn to you. I feel like I have to get to know you.”  Tommy mentally applauded himself for not saying “I feel like I have to have you” which is exactly how he felt.

“What if I don’t want to get to know you?”  Rayne asked looking down at her sandwich.

“Then I will leave you alone and will consider you the one that got away for the rest of my life.” Tommy replied sincerely. “Is that what you want?”

“Lord help me, no. I don’t want that.”  Rayne looked Tommy dead in the eye.  “You know I didn’t expect this from the drummer of a band named Motley Crue.”

“Oh don’t worry I’m sure I’ll make a fool out of myself sooner rather than later.  Mick always tells me if I was in Jonestown I would’ve drank the kool-aid.”  Tommy shrugged, his casual delivery causing Rayne to let out a loud laugh receiving more than a few looks from other patrons.

“Oh, so you’re gullible.  I’ll have to keep that in mind, you never know when I may be able to use that to my advantage.” Rayne winked at Tommy.

“I should warn you,” Tommy lowered his voice, “I may be gullible but don’t get too comfortable. I’m still a bad boy.”

“Oh, I’m so scared.” Rayne teased him deciding to play along.  “And how bad exactly are you?”

“Well, you should consider yourself lucky that we were seated at a table and not a booth.” Tommy grinned, his bangs falling into his eyes making them almost appear black.

“And why is that Tommy?”  Rayne leaned forward.

“Because if we were at a booth all I’d be able to think about is how I could get you off without anyone noticing.”  He replied matter of factly.  “And then I’d think about how to keep getting you off until you had to go back to work, soaking wet and thinking of nothing else but me.”

Holy sh-“Holy shit Tommy.”  Rayne couldn’t keep her thoughts to herself.  She could feel her breath picking up at his words. Tommy kept a devilish smile plastered on his face, “What you afraid you might like that Cherry?”

At that perfect moment the waitress came over, “You two doing okay over here?”

“Perfect, I just think the check when you get a chance.”  Rayne spoke out nervously, which resulted in the waitress giving both of them a sideways look.  Taking a breath Rayne locked eyes with Tommy.  “No rock star, I know I would like it, that’s the fucking problem.”

“I don’t see how that’s a problem sweets.”  He leaned forward, shaking his hair from his eyes.  Rayne shot him a look to kill.  “Mm, those eyes are something else.  But they’re a little too telling.”  

“What are they telling you?”  Rayne took a chance and asked.

“That you want me to do all those things to you too.  That you want to be wild but no one’s ever told you it’s okay.”  Rayne went wide eyed.  Of course the waitress chose that moment to bring the check, her timing was absolutely impeccable.  Rayne was at least happy to have someone cut the tension between the two of them.  Both she and Tommy reached for the check.

“Tommy, I get paid weekly and make a decent living, no offense but I’ve seen your apartment. Let me pay for it.”  Rayne spoke.  

“Not a chance in hell.”  Tommy said slipping the check from her finger tips and walking to the front counter to pay. Rayne took a steadying breath. That was what Rayne expected talking to the drummer of Motley Crue would be like.  His bluntness startled her to be honest, their interactions prior Rayne had been in control of the conversations, but with one statement Tommy took that control.  Fuck.  Rayne looked down at her watch and saw she had five minutes to get back to the office.  She grabbed her black fuzzy purse opening it up to leave a tip on the table and got up to walk towards Tommy.

“I left a tip. I have to be back in five minutes.”  Rayne said from his side as Tommy got his change back.  The two of them walked out of the sandwich shop in silence, turning back towards the office Rayne worked.

“I’m not going to apologize for wanting you.”  Tommy broke the silence with a quiet declaration.

“I didn’t ask you to.” Rayne shook her head.

“You seriously want me to believe that no one has told you that you’re the sexiest thing they’ve ever seen?  That no one has told you that they’d do anything you asked them to just so they could touch you?”

“God Tommy, when you say things like that.  Fuck it makes me feel…”  Rayne’s voice was hushed before she trailed off.  “And yes I want you to believe that because ever since I’d been to LA the only guy that’s ever shown interest in me like that I found out took $200 from his friend because his friend wanted to fuck Jo.  The guy said I was around the apartment too much, so his friends job was to keep me out of the apartment so him and Jo could go at it alone.  I lost it when I found out, and so did Jo.”

“Holy shit.” Tommy lit up a cigarette, taking a deep breath in.  “Babe that’s so fucked up.  I’m not like that.  I promise, I would never do that.  I want you.”

They soon got to the steps outside the office.  “I should go.”

“Hey, wait.  You still have two minutes.”  Tommy grabbed her hand turning Rayne towards him.  “I’m serious Rayne. You know that’s not what’s going on here right?  Don’t you feel this, when I touch you?”

“I do.”  Rayne nodded her head looking up at him. They were electric, it seemed as though the air crackled and popped around them when they were together. Rayne knew Tommy was telling the truth, because it was her truth too.  “Fuck it.”

Rayne stood on the tips of her toes, grabbed a handful of his shirt and pulled him down in a kiss. She could tell Tommy was caught off guard but quickly wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her into him. They opened their mouths in unison, Tommy slipping his tongue into Rayne’s eager mouth where she returned the gesture letting out a moan of pleasure.  Pulling away before things got even more heated Rayne gave Tommy one final peck before she leaned her forehead against his shoulder. “I really should get going.”

Tommy kept his hands on Rayne’s hips holding her in place.  “We have a show every night this weekend at the Whiskey.  Tell me I’ll see you there.”

“You’ll see me there.” Rayne whispered before finally pulling away from him and rushing off to get back to work on time.  What Tommy didn’t see is Rayne steady herself against the wall as soon as she entered trying to calm her breathing down.  She brought her finger tips to her lips still able to feel Tommy’s kiss on them.  Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Oh, I really like him!  

What Rayne couldn’t see was Tommy’s smile and him throwing his fist in the air to shout an enthusiastic “YES” at anyone who was walking by and cared to listen to his joy. Before he headed home Tommy even went so far as to grab a doctor by the shoulders and happily exclaim “She kissed me dude!”

Two Days Later

Rayne was filled with anxiety as she and Jo walked up to The Whiskey arm in arm, the line wound around the street.  “I didn’t think there would be this many people.”  Rayne stated honestly looking at the length of the line.

“Well luckily for us we are not poseurs, we know every door man, bartender and security guard in this city.”  Jo said confidently walking up to the tall man at the door.  “Hello Harry!”

“Hi, gorgeous.” Harry smiled giving Jo a huge hug before wrapping up Rayne in an embrace.  “You two ladies here for the show?  Or just cruising the strip?”

“Oh we’re here for the show.”  Rayne smiled wide before motioning to the line.  “But it looks like we’ll have to wait in line.”

“I’m afraid you’ll have to, it’s out of my hands.”  Harry nodded before stepping to the side gesturing for the two of them to walk into the club, “Have a good night ladies.”

Jo lifted up on the tips of her toes and kissed Harry on the cheek, “You’re the best Harry.”

The two girls walked into the club, heading straight for the bar to grab some drinks.  “Ray I can’t wait for you to see them, they are so kick ass!  You should be happy your man is hidden behind a drum kit because the girls practically crawl all over each other to get a piece of the guys.”

“Thanks Jo,” Rayne said sarcastically, “That makes me feel great.  Also he’s not my man, we just kissed.”

“Mmmhmm, not buying it.”  Jo smiled before ordering two drinks from the bartender.  Rayne took a moment to look around the crowd, it was packed wall to wall with people all here to see Motley Crue, they must have been great live.  One thing she couldn’t help but notice was all the beautiful women in scantily clad outfits sauntering all over the club.  Jo recognized the look on Rayne’s face immediately, “Hey!  Tommy said it himself, he likes you.  Don’t feel insecure because of these wannabe bitches.”

Rayne gave her friend a small smile before taking her glass of whisky from the bar.  “Thanks Jo.”

“No problem, now stop sulking and lets find our guys.”  Jo smiled pushing her way through the crowd.  Rayne loved to watch Jo work the room, saying hello to everyone even people she didn’t know.  “I see one of them over here!”

Rayne looked up and spotted Nikki’s unmistakable palm tree hair immediately, and standing next to him was Tommy.  Both were dressed to the hilt in leather, studs and chains.  Tommy even wore a pair of high heeled stiletto boots making him even taller than usual.  As the girls approached the two men who were surrounded by people Rayne was happy to stand above most of them, as Tommy immediately looked in her general direction.

Tommy stepped past a blonde that was talking to him causing her to turn around with a sour look on his face.  He made his way through the group of people to Rayne, “You came.”

“I told you I would.” Rayne smiled.  “We were just looking for a good place to stand to see the show.  I don’t want to take your time away from the people you were talking to though.”

Tommy stepped right into Rayne’s personal space, slipping his arms around her hips resting them on her ass.  “Fuck them, I want to be with you.”

Rayne smiled feeling her cheeks get hot. “Well here I am.”  This was the most made up she had seen Tommy since meeting him, his face was pale with foundation, eyes dusted with fuchsia shadow and dramatically lined.  “Nice makeup, I think you’re wearing even more than me.”

Now it was Tommy’s turn to be nervous, “Yeah I don’t really know what the fuck I’m doing dude. We do it for the stage.”

“You’re missing something though.”  Rayne raised an eyebrow, mustering all the confidence she had in her.

“Wha-“ was all Tommy could get out before Rayne kissed him, undoubtedly leaving some bright red lipstick behind.  She was careful to not move too much, not wanting to wreck hers or Tommy’s makeup.

“Lipstick.” Rayne smiled while pulling away from his mouth, her eyes falling to his lips happy to see that they were indeed flushed with red now.  Tommy smiled as he grabbed a handful of Rayne’s ass startling her.  “I’m gonna get you back for that you know.”

“Looking forward to it.”  Rayne winked.

“You look amazing tonight.”  Tommy looked down appreciatively.  Rayne decided to be a bit bolder tonight wearing a tight black leather mini skirt with black stockings with a line traveling from her high heeled ankle boots all the way up her legs disappearing under the skirt.  The skirt sat high on Rayne’s waist and pulled her in creating an hourglass shape.  For a top she wore a spiked bra, and an off the shoulder oversized fishnet shirt. For makeup she wore her signature red lip, a thin layer of foundation and smoky eyeliner.

“Thanks.”  Rayne smiled, “I think you might be a bit prettier than me tonight though.”

“Not a chance baby.” Tommy said happily.  “You’re the best looking girl in this room.”

“Uh huh.”  Rayne said softly standing on the tips of her toes, “Nice cod piece by the way.  I’m not sure it’s big enough.”

“You wanna find out?” Tommy teased giving her ass another squeeze.

“Hey T-Bone, we gotta go back we’re on in fifteen.”  Nikki approached his drummer giving a nod of acknowledgement to Rayne and Jo.

“Answer my question.” Tommy pushed again.

“I do want to find out, but you have more important things to do.  Get back there.”  Rayne could only imagine what it would be like to be with Tommy.  If he was this intense, this passionate just in conversation she couldn’t imagine what he would be like in bed.  The thought certainly excited her.

“I don’t wanna leave you.”  Tommy whispered leaning in for another kiss, bringing Rayne back from her x-rated thoughts.

“I’ll see you after, and Jo and I will be right here when you guys go on.  Look we have a perfect view of the drums.”  Rayne pulled back before he could kiss her. It was now Rayne’s turn to give him a little smack on his ass.  “Have a great show.”

Reluctantly Tommy let go of Rayne and turned to walk backstage with Nikki.  Jo turned to her friend grabbing her shoulder and playfully shaking.  “Holy shit you two are fucking fire!  I’m hot and bothered just watching the two of you.”

“Oh shut up Jo, you are not!”  Rayne laughed looking down at the floor.

“I couldn’t believe you kissed him in front of everyone!  Girl if looks could kill you’d have a hundred daggers in your back.”  Jo said quietly in her friends ear so no prying eyes would hear.  “He’s so into you Ray, my aunt always told me ‘you never have to question if a guy is into you’ and girl the way he looks at you, the way he grabbed your ass…”

“Jo!  Oh my god stop!”  Rayne laughed slightly embarrassed.  “We’re just having fun.”

“I never would’ve guessed Tommy was into fat girls.”  Rayne heard from behind her making her smile fall, it was obvious that was the intention of the blonde behind her who said it.  It was the blonde that she saw talking to Tommy before she came over.  To be honest the statement did hurt, but Rayne also knew that the woman was trying to get a rise out of her.

“What are you jealous that as soon as I walked over he left you?”  Rayne questioned taking a sip of her whisky.  As soon as Rayne replied Jo grabbed her arm, a non verbal cue not to get too hyped.

“Bitch I fucked him last week, so I don’t know who you are but there’s no way he’s gonna give this up for your fat ass.”  The blonde spat her words at Rayne.  Rayne could tell she obviously touched a nerve with her question.

“Well I hope it was good for you, because I don’t think he’s gonna be fucking you anymore.” Rayne said simply shrugging her shoulders.  “He’s got his hands full.”

“Fuck you cunt. You’re gonna pay for this.” The blonde claimed before walking away.

“Holy shit.”  Jo exclaimed looking over at Rayne.  “I would ask if you were okay but I feel like I should be asking her instead.  She’s got claw marks in her from those words.”

“I don’t get it, aren’t you fucking the lead singer?  Shouldn’t you be the one dealing with catty girls?”  Rayne questioned.

“Yeah well the lead singer didn’t publicly shun me for another girl.”  Jo replied matter of factly and Rayne rolled her eyes at the remark.

“That’s ridiculous.” She exclaimed.

“I’m proud of you though, you stood up for yourself.”  Jo smiled as the house lights dimmed and Motley Crue took the stage. Tommy was the first one to come out to raucous applause.  He stood on his drum stool shouting as he raised his drum sticks above his head, which got an even bigger rise out of the crowd.  He looked like a kid on Christmas, full of enthusiasm. Next out was Nikki who had since she saw him put on thigh high red leather boots with heels, almost matching Tommy’s black pair.  Then Mick, who struck a power chord with his guitar that received a response from the crowd. And of course last was Vince who received a particularly high pitched scream from Jo.

The set lasted about forty-five minutes and it was pure bliss, unapologetic, in your face rock n fucking roll.  Rayne had never seen a show like that in the clubs, they had mannequins dripping with blood, pyro, and Nikki even lit himself on fire (something he apparently does quite often).  Jo was right, the band was gonna be big, it was only a matter of time until they got signed by a label.  No one could ignore Motley Crue.

Some of the crowd began to leave after Motley played, but the vast majority hung around ordering drinks, listening to the DJ continue to play rock until closing time. Rayne and Jo were in the middle of a conversation when Rayne found her feet leaving the ground, and a pair of lanky arms wrapping around her waist.  “Well, what did you think babe?”

“Tommy!”  Rayne squealed, “Put me down.”

“Only because you asked so nicely.”  Tommy replied putting Rayne’s heels back down on the floor.  He pushed Rayne’s red hair over her shoulder exposing her neck.  Tommy was quick to nuzzle his head into Rayne’s neck, peppering kisses up and down her exposed skin.  “Well?”

“You guys kicked ass!” Rayne enthusiastically replied trying to turn her head to look at Tommy.  “Tommy you’re tickling me!”

Rayne turned in his arms, looking up at him.  His hair was covered in sweat, bangs stuck to his forehead, his makeup had smeared but surprisingly stayed in place really well.  One thing she couldn’t help but notice was a white powder that was easily seen on Tommy’s nose, that could explain his enthusiasm and endless energy.  Rayne reached up and tenderly brushed the powder away.

“I don’t have a problem or anything.”  Tommy quickly said.

“I didn’t say you did. I’m not your mother, I’ll never tell you what to do.”  Rayne said simply.  “You know I can’t do that stuff with you right?  I’d lose my job.”

“I’d never ask you to do anything you didn’t want to.”  Tommy promised and Rayne nodded.  She felt a bit torn to be honest, she didn’t love the idea of Tommy snorting god knows what up his nose.  She’d spent enough time in hospitals and even in school to know the results were usually never good.  But this is also something she knew she’d be getting into if she were to pursue anything with a musician.  Drugs were rampant on the strip and you were in the minority if you didn’t partake which Rayne never did.  With a band name like Motley Crue she had to acknowledge what she signed up for with Tommy.

“Not to change the subject but something interesting happened to me after you left before.” Rayne played with Tommy’s hair as she spoke.  

“What happened?” Tommy asked concerned.

“Some cunt called her fat.”  Jo inserted herself into the conversation obviously still angry.  “I wanted to beat the shit out of her but Rayne held her own.”

“Someone called you what?” Tommy’s voice raised obviously upset. “Who?”

“Some bitch you apparently fucked last week.”  Jo answered before Rayne could.

“Thank you Jo!” Rayne shouted before grabbing Tommy’s chin to force him to look at her.  “Hey, eyes here.  It’s no big deal.  It’s not like it’s the first time I’ve heard it, and it won’t be the last. Especially if you’re always so god damn affectionate in public.”

“It still doesn’t mean I have to like it.”  Tommy shrugged his shoulders upwards.  “And I’ll never stop being affectionate.  If I’m close to you and not touching you it’s like a poet not having pain.”

“Oh my god stop it!” Rayne laughed at Tommy.  “I know you said you have to go full romance, but that’s too much even for me.  Plus that wasn’t very good.”

“What?  Come on!  That was beautiful.”  Tommy put a hand over his heart feigning hurt.

“Read some Shakespeare or Jane Austen and get back to me.”  Rayne winked at him looking over to Jo.

“Yeah Tommy, she’s obsessed with Jane Austen.  I’m actually a bit concerned for her.”  Jo smiled at her best friend.

“What can I say literary men are just better.”  Rayne shrugged her shoulders looking up at Tommy.  “At least they were… jury’s still out on my final verdict.”

That caused Tommy flash a beautiful bright smile.  “Alright enough of you two love birds where’s the party going to now?” Jo questioned causing Tommy to laugh.

“No party tonight, me and the boys are going to the Rainbow for some post show drinks and food. You ladies want to join?  Jo I’m sure Vince wouldn’t mind your presence.”

“Fuck yeah.” “Of course.”  The girls said at the same time.

That was the night Motley Crue got signed to Elektra Records.  And things were about to change drastically…

**** Well there you have it!  Like I said I don’t know what came over me, this chapter was way longer than I expected.  What do we think of the banter between the two now that the devil on Tommy’s shoulder has come out to play??  What do you think is gonna happen next?  Let me know!  xo

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