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~Jimmy Page Fanfiction~

Spread Your Wings

“I’m just looking for an angel with a broken wing…. But somehow, they always seem to fly, fly away…”

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Chapter Twenty Two (Part One)

(Explicit Content Below)

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August 18th, 1973

East Sussex, England

Cynthia’s P.O.V.

“Oh, Jimmy…” I murmured, a sob catching in my throat, tears pricking at her eyes. “I can’t believe… you… I’m here.” I almost couldn’t handle the immense feeling that panged in my chest as we embraced.

Jimmy tilted my chin up, his thumb brushing away my stray, dramatic tears. “Shhh, darling. I know, I know… Every bloody second has been an eternity without you, Cyn…” He whispered to me, voice dropping to a low tone. “C’mere baby.” He pulled back to him to give me another soft kiss, but it turned deep and intense almost immediately.

I could hear Ron shuffling away with an awkward clearing of his throat, but there was no way I was stopping this moment. I had been deprived of Jimmy and his sweet mouth for what felt like years, and I took advantage of his willingness to kiss and hold me at this moment, even if we were in public.

Jimmy didn’t seem to mind.

His mouth found mine and he seemed to be just as hungry and desperate for me as I was for him. My lips parted almost instantly, a soft moan escaping my mouth as his tongue tangled with mine.

I felt ultimately relieved, and it felt as if the world was spinning, and for this very moment, it was just us, in our corner of the lobby in the bustling environment of Heathrow Airport, oblivious to any stares or approaches from curious travelers.

“Mmm,” I hummed against his lips, my fingers tangling themselves, reflexively, in his soft, black curls that cascaded and shined about his shoulders, pulling him even closer to my body.

His hands roamed my back, then travelled down, his body and hands dipping down, reaching to cup my bottom, pressing my hips against his, a declaration of possession that made me shiver and tingle inside.

Then, a throat cleared behind us, a polite, almost sympathetic sound.

Jimmy pulled back softly, just enough, so he could catch my gaze once again. A low growl escaped his throat as a wide, sheepish grin spread across his mouth as he turned slightly. His breath was a welcome, warm fan against my face, smelling of mint and something sweeter. How I’ve missed his taste…

“C’mon love… I believe we’ve gained an audience. And Ron’s surely kicking himself in the ass that he offered to come in and wait with me here.” He winked, a mischievous look in his eyes as he lifted his head to poor Ron who stood shyly away from us, giving us space to get acclimated to one another again.

He turned us, directly facing Ron, and Jimmy shook his head at Ron’s amused, shy expression at our embrace.

“You old bugger, Ron, you know how to spoil a goddamn moment, haven’t you?” Jimmy joked as he rubbed the small of my back, laughing a boisterous, cheery laugh, a wide smile upon his face. I smiled wide, just watching him. He looked so beautiful, I missed his smile so much.

I giggled before turning to Ron, my face turning red and apologetic as I realized he was waiting for us and we were much too caught up in our moment to realize.

“Ron, I am so sorry! Forgive us…” I shook my head as I I parted a bit from Jimmy to offer Ron a friendly hug. “It is so great to see you again!”

“And you, Miss Cynthia,” Ron said, his smile growing as he peered at me and my luggage. “You are looking as lovely as I remember. Have a good flight?” He inquired, his voice light and fond and I nodded, saving him the details of the snooty, obnoxious people of my ‘first-class’ experience.

I began to pick up my luggage, Jimmy reaching for my large suitcase, but Ron stopped me, allowing Jimmy and he to take my bags.

“Allow me, dear.” Ron offered, smiling as he took two of my bags, making his way forward.

“Ron, you don’t have to!” I insisted, trying to help him with my over abundance of luggage.

“It is my pleasure, Miss Cynthia.” He stated, nodding to Jimmy and I while he walked forward, with the two of us following close behind.

Ron guided us to the exiting doors of the airport, leading us to a large Mercedes Benz, and I gazed at the luxurious car with awe. It was Jimmy’s new addition to his collection, and it was a gorgeous, shiny heap, shining in the hazy sunlight England provided.

Ron loaded the trunk with my bags, little grunts coming from him as he lifted the heavy luggage. Dear lord, I guess I may have packed too much.

As Ron finally settled in the front seat, taking the wheel and leading us out of the busy airport parking lot, I heard Jimmy sigh, a content smile forming on his face.

He leaned back against the leather seat, his arm finding its way around my waist, his large hand settling warm onto my hip, long fingers lifting the fabric of my shirt, teasing my skin. I tingled at his touch, having been without it for what felt like an eternity, and I was already warm with desire and longing at the feel of him.

He pulled me close until my head practically rested on his chest, and I could feel his heartbeat through the fabric of his shirt.

“Oh Cyn, love… Finally. Just you and I.” He breathed, lips coming down to kiss my forehead, soft and gently.

“Well… and Ron, of course, bless his patient soul.” I mentioned, making Ron’s head perk up and Ron offered back a chuckle, shaking his head at my statement.

“Don’t you mind me, kids.” Ron interjected, laughter lacing his tone. “Just pretend I am not here… I’ve surely seen it all from you two before.” Ron admitted and my eyes widened as Jimmy laughed along with Ron. I was left wondering what that meant, hoping that Ron hadn’t really witnessed it ‘all’ from Jimmy and I during our travels in the cars with him…

My mind flashed to our rides together with Ron thus far, and I remembered Jimmy’s teasing, titillating behavior in the very beginning, which led to our frequent travels around the city during those last days of the tour in Manhattan, which subsequently led to Jimmy’s insatiable ways of handling me in the backseat of the limo by the end of our first week together.

Oh yes, Ron has certainly seen his fair share of interesting encounters of Jimmy and I during our hot and heavy relationship.

Now, here we were, in England, Jimmy and I, and I couldn’t have been happier with my life and how the tables have twisted and turned and flipped upside down.

Jimmy spoke again, breaking my concentrated thoughts and my mindless gazing out of the window at the gorgeous countryside scenery as we travelled to Jimmy’s home.

“Cynthia, my girl, you have no idea how good it feels to have you back in my arms���” Jimmy whispered to me as he embraced me further, wrapping his other arm around me, my body almost on top of his as I breathed him in. I returned his embrace, nodding in agreement. It felt surreal to be back alongside him once again.

He smelled of his usual scent, soap, maybe a little whiskey, mint, his novelty of Pantene shampoo…

“So…” I murmured to him quietly, tracing patterns on the smooth of his shirt with my fingers, my hand traveling to the little patch of chest hair that poked out of the unbuttoned bit of the fabric.

“How has everything been, Jimmy? Have… have you been sleeping okay?” I wondered, the worry of his nightmares heavy on my mind as I remembered that he got them frequently when I wasn’t around.

He sighed, a long, weary, heavy sigh that added a bit of tension to the air as Jimmy pondered my question.

“Cyn, I’m certainly better now that you’re here. Honestly, it’s been… a bit torturous, you know. Without you.” He say, lips pursed with his admission, longing flooding his gaze. I internally cringed, as he avoided discussing the dreams, and I knew that meant that he had been experiencing them all the same.

I felt for him. And, the torturous feeling he had been experiencing… I felt the same way. Those few days had been some of the hardest of my life without him.

Then he shifted, turning his head so his chin rested on the crown of my head as he fondly pet the top of my head, ruffling bangs away from eyes as I stared out of the window, holding him.

“Cyn, I’d wake… you know, in the middle of the bloody night, and I’d just feel this pain, and you weren’t here… and I knew then that you belong here with me.” His voice was lower now, his tone taking on that mysterious tone, and bit my lip as I anticipated his next declarations. My body was heating up by the second, just listening to him. He has so much power over me, over my body, my mind… it’s almost scary.

“Love, I’d pick up the phone, dial your number, just to hear your voice, know you were there, alive… and Christ, did it ever hurt that you hadn’t picked up.” He breathed, voice breaking and I felt even worse than I had before about ignoring him.

I knew I should have picked up… I knew that he needed me… needed my reassurance, and I was selfish, only thinking of my feelings…

Cynthia, what are you thinking? After what he did at The Onyx that night? He didn’t deserve a phone call, he didn’t deserve to hear your voice. He deserved to weep, as you did, every single night you were apart.

But, you knew he’d be having his night terrors, how he wakes up in the middle of the night, out of breath, petrified, heart beating out of his chest, and you weren’t even there to hold him. How could you not answer his telephone call?

I shook my head, my eyes shutting tight as I tried to rid myself of the horrific, overbearing thoughts flowing through my skull.

I looked up at him, catching his eyes that looked glazed over now, and his face held a contorted look of perturbation as he peered down at me.

“I’m-“ my voice broke, and I swallowed the mound of anxious spit that had grown in my throat. “I’m so sorry, Jimmy…” I whispered, our gaze unwavering and he nodded to me softly, his hand coming to cup my chin, traveling to carress my cheek as he raised my head up toward his.

“Did you miss me?” He asked, the unexpected, almost childlike expression escaping his lips and it made my body quiver.

“Of course… I missed you more than anything, Jimmy. You know I did.” I reassure him, my voice dropping with my admission.

He bit at his lip and used his unoccupied hand to nervously fidget at the tip of his nose as he formed his response to my statement - an anxious habit he did frequently.

“Good.” he simply uttered, a smile spreading across his angelic face. “Because I was a bloody wreck. My hand has just started to heal… I couldn’t even play!” He exclaimed, his voice laced with frustration at his inability to play his guitar while his hand was bandaged and in a cast.

I noticed that he now only had mere scabs turning into scars, the cuts from shards of glass healing with quickness and his makeshift cast was now off.

I knew that not being able to play had to have disturbed him to no end, knowing that he never allows himself to be separated from the instrument.

I hoped he’d have the energy to play for me once we had some down time. I loved watching him play, especially his acoustic numbers. In my apartment, those special, close-knitted days we spent together before it all went left, he played for me every day - on the bed, on the couch, on the floor, sprawled out on the old afghan I kept for comfort.

He’d hum along to the chords, and would even ask me to sing with him, and now that I knew their entire discography, the words came easy to me to memorize, and I sang along with him with joy.

Our favorites were ‘Tangerine’ and ‘Going to California’. They were the most beautiful songs I had ever heard, and I made that known to Jimmy which made him blush with pleasure. He even seemed shy when I complimented him on his talents, which was unlike him, but I thought it was adorable.

I asked him about the lyrics, and having done my research about the band, I knew that he had written the lyrics to ‘Tangerine’. He didn’t seem to want to share, muttering something about how it was a different time then for him, a different period in his life… and I soon found that I didn’t want to know much about his past…. lovers. I let it go.

And then after our mini-concerts in my studio apartment, he made a habit to pull me close, lay me back down onto the blanket and go down on me - as he said my singing, though I thought I sounded tone-deaf, turned him on and he ‘couldn’t help himself’ but to devour me, his acoustic guitar laying sloppily on the floor next to us.

I hoped we could continue these beautiful, bonding, romantic moments once we were settled at Plumpton.

Thinking of Plumpton, I paused my thoughts and Jimmy and I’s conversation as I lifted my body from his slightly to gaze out of the window at the environment outside.

The roads began to be pebbled and dirt-clad, winding around trees and creeks along the edges. Nature had replaced the busy hum of the city’s airport, and I could tell that we were nearing our ever-dazzling destination. I couldn’t hide my excitement as I smiled out at the gorgeous view of nature and fresh air, thankful to be away from the hustle and bustle of my home city, and rid of the smelly, and poor air quality of Manhattan for the time being.

As I continued to stare out of the glass, I straightened my body upright, still latched onto Jimmy, nonetheless grasping his attention.

“What are you thinking, Cyn?” He wondered aloud, seemingly invested in my deep ponder of an expression. He brushed my bangs out of my eyes as he looked at me lovingly.

“Just how beautiful it is out here… my very first time…” I gaped at the scenery, mouth falling open at the flowing water along the woodsy road line, and reached to roll the window down a tad to let some fresh air in.

Especially with Jimmy’s daunting gaze on me, I was starting to blush upon my neck and cheeks, his stare making me warm with eagerness.

“Love, that is effortlessly you… absolutely beautiful. And it has had me thinking…” He trailed off, pulling me to him once again, a delicate, long finger picking my chin up to meet his eyes.

I smiled up at him, curious of what he was hinting at.

“Thinking of…?” I pondered to him.

“God, I’ve been thinking… more dreaming about all this since I went away, Cyn. About having you back in my arms…” He said, then his soft voice dropped low, just above a sexy whisper.

“…Having you back in my bed.” He finished, his tone firm, voice dangerous and full of lust. He seemed painfully desperate with desire, I could see it in his emerald eyes, and I knew the feeling. I had been yearning for him since his departure, and without constant contact, our lack of communication, it had been the most miserable few days of my life.

He gazed at me, a sexy, gentle look in his eye, waiting for my attention to his admission, and I bit my lip as I pondered a response.

“Jimmy…” I whispered, unsure of what to say, unable to form a coherent reply that would accurately explain that I felt the same way.

“Now, you’re exactly where you belong. This is where you are meant to be. Don’t you feel it, Cyn?” He breathes, taking my hand in his and placing it softly against the window, his hand draping over mine to keep it there, causing my eyes to fall from his gaze to the outside world.

The bright green of the bushy forest and treated grass filled my vision as we rode along the dirt path, the car now going sufficiently slower, and I had a feeling we were approaching our final, wonderous destination of Plumpton Place.

He kept my hand in his as it seized its way down the window and rested on the door.

I found it hard to breathe as I took in my surroundings. Being so accustomed to sidewalks filled with people and skyscrapers that blocked all fresh air and much sunlight, I was in awe of the beauty of the nature-filled environment.

I could see squirrels and rabbits trampling about the forest as we passed, even a couple deer galloping through the woods, dodging the trunks of oak trees that may have gotten in their way.

As we rounded the corner to a big, beautiful driveway that looked as if it belonged to a giant castle, Plumpton Place entered my sight.

The paved driveway that held cement pillars of beautiful roses on each side winded toward the front fence of Plumpton, and what sat behind the fence was something only of dreams.

“Oh my God…” I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper. The words escaped my lips with a soft gasp.

“Mmm,” Jimmy murmured, a hint of pride laced in his voice. The car finally slowed, allowing me to take it all in.

It certainly wasn't just a house. It was like a castle, a fortress, something I only could have imagined in my dreams.

It was like a home plucked directly from a storybook. A vast, manor house of weathered stone and brick stood tall among the property, housing the mystery of its inhabitants and design.

The sharp and triangular architecture of the roof pierced the sky, the stone walls stained with moss, and years of enduring the natural elements that England consistently offered of rain and sun.

As Jimmy and I stepped out of his vintage Mercedes, I gazed at the home, with my jaw practically dragging itself across the pavement.

My eyes travelled along the front of the home, a large oak door ready to welcome me.

I stood before the home, my body following my eyes as they travelled from the entrance to around the property.

There was a moat, I could see and hear it, the soft and steady flow of water that encircled the entire structure, spanning to a large body of water that appeared to be located behind the house.

I could see the flow of flowers that were encased by large, elegant hedges that provided ultimate privacy around the home and its large, bay windows.

Really, because the home was built on such a large piece of property, the induction of the many bushes and privacy fencing was unnecessary. Jimmy didn’t appear to have many neighbors. In fact, Plumpton was practically isolated, in its own realm, and I was stunned at the mass of property and that the manor sat on, and the large body of water that sat behind it.

I had never had the pleasure, being born and raised in the Big Apple, such a hustle-and-bustle environment, the only bodies of water I had been able to experience was the large city pool infested with chlorine and grimy New Yorkers.

Even when I I traveled to a couple of different states, none of them offered me such a great experience. I was usually holed-up in a dingy motel room waiting to interview my next band. Sometimes, I’d even fly back the same day.

I hadn’t always had a great traveling experience. That is precisely why I was so anxious flying across the world to be with Jimmy, in an entirely different country, an entirely different world.

But, now that I’m here, witnessing the beauty of Plumpton, being alongside Jimmy once again, I knew I made the right decision.

Jimmy’s tug on my hand pulling me to him softly drifted me from my thoughts, my eyes meeting his once again as he leaned down to place a kiss upon my cheek.

“Everything alright, love? You are far away…” He inquires gently, his voice soft and sugary, and I smiled up at him, peering back over at his magnificent home, then back at him.

“Everything is perfect, Jimmy…” I start, the biggest smile on my face. Then, “and to answer your question, you know, from earlier? It’s a yes, Jimmy. Yes… I feel it, and I know, now… I’m exactly where I’m meant to be.” I finish, and I watch his eyes gleam as the most precious smile plastered itself onto his face, his cheeks lifting and smiling-eyes crinkling.

There was a look in his eye I couldn’t decipher, couldn’t make out. But, it surely was a look of something deep, fond, full of love…

He takes my hand in his and pulls me to the front door of Plumpton. The large, wooden, almost ancient looking door appearing like that of one that led into a castle, and I was certainly eager to become aware of what sat behind.

Jimmy unlocked the multiple locks that flowered the handle, and the door creaked with age as it revealed the home’s contents.

I walked slowly, following behind Jimmy’s tall, looming figure as he flipped a couple of switches to illuminate the foyer.

I held back a gasp as I looked around at the sight of the home before me.

“Wow.” I breathed, stepping into the large entrance hall. The sunlight outside streamed through the stained-glass windows, casting beautiful colorful patterns on the hardwood floor. The walls depicted medieval scenes and antique furniture and decorative pieces were scattered, almost dowdily, throughout the spacious hall leading into the different rooms along the main corridor.

“Cyn, love, your mind is a wandering little thing today, isn’t it?” He teases, brushing a strand of my hair behind my ear lovingly.

“So, what do you think?” Jimmy asked me, watching me carefully, his eyes asking for that of reassurance.

I had never seen such old beauty before, and I was taken aback as Jimmy held my hand tighter in his larger one, pulling me with him to give me, what I assume, was the grand tour.

“It's amazing, Jimmy. This is really like stepping back in time…” I ran my hand along the smooth surface of a carved wooden table, my eyes wandering to antique art on the walls, down to the antique statues that lined each corner of, what I assumed, the dining room.

“You weren't kidding about your antiques.” I breathed, strolling over to a princess-like statue of a woman with a flowing dress in the corner of the room, the stone glistening with the dining area’s chandelier shining.

“One of my weaknesses.” He confessed with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders. He approached me, one arm sliding around my waist, pulling me into him, his beautiful scent filling my senses.

“I’m sure you can guess a couple of my other weaknesses, hm?” He hinted, leaning down to place a soft kiss on my forehead, traveling his mouth down to my cheek, then to my jawline, making my head tip back with pleasure, a soft sigh escaping my parted lips.

I wrapped my arms around his neck as he trailed his kisses down to my neck, and that familiar heat began rising up, my body becoming warm with a blush and desire.

He never fails to immediately make me hot and bothered, and of course, I knew that I was one of his weaknesses, and he had surely become one of mine. I felt as if I’d never be able to say ‘no’ to him, and at this moment in time, I couldn’t think of any instances where I’d even want to. Everything always seemed so enjoyable and amazing when I was experiencing it with Jimmy, and I never, ever, wanted to turn down any opportunity to be close to him.

I pressed my body against his as his lips finally met mine, and our kiss turned hot and heavy immediately, and suddenly, there was this feeling, like a dam breaking, that washed through my body with ease. I clung to him as our tongues wrestled beneath the surface of our lips that ached to be connected.

“Christ, Cyn… God, I’ve missed you…” He breathed into my mouth as I held onto him tighter.

I let out a moan as I felt his large hands waver from my waist, traveling down to my bottom, cupping it firmly with his long, skilled fingers as he pulled me impossibly closer against him.

I could feel him harden through his jeans, his bulge becoming more evident with each passing moment of our shared breaths and moans.

His kiss left me absolutely breathless as we held and kneaded each other. Kissing him was like nothing I had ever experienced before. Of course, I had experienced kissing with other guys before, but nothing could quite compare to Jimmy’s intoxicating lips.

It was almost like he was inhaling me, claiming me with his mouth, stealing my breath away and transferring his own to my body, and it was like nothing I’d ever imagined. He was like magic, like a sorcerer, putting a spell on me with his lips, with his possessive embrace.

It was truly transcendental and left me feeling out-of body… and I instantly felt helpless in his long, strong arms, but also completely exhilarated.

As I felt Jimmy begin to lift my shirt up and over my head, the shrill, insistent ringing of the telephone pierced our intimate moment like a knife. The jarring sound echoed through the dining room, cutting through the heavy atmosphere of our passion.

I could tell the telephone was in the next room over and its insistent ringing demanded Jimmy’s attention.

He pulled away with an annoyed groan coming from deep in his throat and I looked up at him, viewing his swollen lips and low eyes that were glazed over with his desire.

His head lifted, eyes still heavy-lidded with passion, fixed on the entrance of the dining room, eyes glaring at the neighboring room where the ringing was being heard.

“Christ’s sake.” he muttered into my hair, his voice laced with sheer annoyance.

It seemed as if he was trying to wait it out, let the phone ring until it stopped and we could return to our previous venture, but it just kept on buzzing from where it was perched in the foyer.

“What could be so goddamn important?” He grumbled as he lifted his head up to the ceiling, rolling his eyes at the persistence of the person on the other line.

The magic of the moment had fractured, shattered by the reality of what sat outside of our little embrace in the luxurious dining room. I pushed gently against his chest as I kissed at his jaw. He hummed at my soft pecks to him, his hand rubbing at my waist as we continued to listen to the ringing.

I sighed up at him as I played with the curls that sat at the nape of his neck.

"You should probably get that, Jimmy… It sounds urgent. And it’s not going to stop, is it?” I lightly giggled as Jimmy groaned further at my suggestion.

He sighed a long, drawn-out exhalation that showed his displeasure of having to break away from me.

He pushed himself away reluctantly, his body still warm against mine for what was just a moment longer before he moved.

The absence of his body left me feeling cold and I suddenly realized that I shouldn’t have even told him to go answer the phone. I wanted to keep him close after what felt like an eternity away from him. I missed the way he body molded perfectly against mine.

I watched him as he ran a hand through his shiny black hair, his eyes still lingering on me, a silent apology within them.

"Urgent… yes, that's the word.” he mumbled, voice low with frustration.

"Urgent… Bloody fucking annoying, perhaps.” He chided as his arms reached for me again.

I was actually still in shock that the telephone was still ringing and I began to actually become concerned.

“Go on.” I prompted him, pushing him toward the door with a small, wry smile playing on my lips, despite my own disappointment at the retreat of him.

He nodded his head as he followed my direction. I watched him move across the room, studying his elegant jaunt and the languid movements of his body even when annoyed and seemingly rushing now to see who precisely is hindering our efforts at passionate reconciliation.

He strode across the room, long legs covering the distance in a few swift paces as the phone continued its relentless assault on its stand.

I followed after and watched him as he snatched the receiver from its cradle, his large, ivory hand closing around the black contraption with a touch more forceful than necessary.

He held the phone up to his ear, his back now to me, his shoulders hunched as he leaned onto the table.

“Yes?” he spit into the phone, his voice clipped and short, still tinging with his frustration of our interrupted moment.

“What is it?” He listened to the person in the other line, his expression now shifting a bit from irritation to an understanding look.

I continued to watch him for a moment, as he cradled the phone up between his shoulder and his ear, a little action that he always did, especially when he’d talk on the phone in my apartment. I admired him from across the room, my heart still thrumming from our kiss, the warmth of our embrace still lingering within my body.

The air was still heavy, though no longer charged with desire, but still held a hint of it, and it was sticking with me as I studied his movements.

I pulled my blouse down and straightened it, smoothing the fabric, my fingers ghosting upon the spot where his hand had lifted it up, where his fingers barely touched my bra-clad chest.

All I could hear now was the faint hum of Jimmy’s low voice, now engaged in conversation. Reality had come rushing back and I began to look around his home once again.

I felt a tinge of mischievousness enter me, a curiosity that sat waiting inside of me to unveil what was awaiting me in this illustrious home, and I decided to explore further while Jimmy kept busy on the telephone.

I wandered away, out of the foyer and into, what appeared to be a sitting room, that held a large bay window and many more antique furniture, books, and other miscellaneous items that I suddenly wanted to know all about.

There was a television and a record player that sat next to one another, a couple of ripped-up bluesy vinyls sitting slovenly to the side.

My body moved itself through the sitting room and out, and my eyes fell onto a grand staircase that winded up to the second floor.

I bit my lip as I peered over at the foyer, Jimmy slightly out of my line of sight, but I could still hear him speaking to the mystery individual on the phone, and my curiosity kept me from returning back to him.

My eyes returned back to the gorgeous woodwork of the staircase, each step representing the building of my inclination to explore further.

My feet worked faster than my brain and carried me swiftly up the staircase, my hands caressing the wooden architecture upon the railing, cherubs and flowery patterns carved into it, indenting itself into my fingertips as I held on with each step.

I finally reached the top stair, my tired body from the long flight slightly out of breath, but nonetheless, I kept moving.

I rounded the corner, first being met with large window that had intricate details shone within the glass, drawing my attention further. I looked out into the distance from the window, overlooking the back of the home, viewing a large pond and field that sat beautifully down below.

The sight of the gorgeous landscape took my breath away, and I began to imagine Jimmy and I, hand in hand, walking along the path to the expanse of the field, throwing bread to the black swans that Sam about, thinking of how wonderful life can be when we are away from all of the chaos that Jimmy’s stardom can bring.

My hand ghosted over the window pane before I made my way down the hall that held multiple doors of mystery that I was dying to perceive.

My hands met the doorknob of the first door on the left, and I pushed it open softly. I was met with a surprise of a room, the bedroom set simulating a young child’s dream.

There was flowy pink and stuffed animals everywhere, and a small, pink vanity sat next to the bed, along with a pink bedroom set that flooded the room with a girly ambiance.

My mind immediately flickered with awareness - this must be Scarlet’s room.

I bit my lip at my thoughts and the warmth of the room before me and I decided to mind my own, deciding I had no business wandering into Jimmy’s daughter’s bedroom.

I sighed as I closed the door softly, wandering over the bedroom across the hall, this one had its door cracked open slightly.

There was light seeping out from the room, and it caught my attention as I pushed the door open with a hand to the antique knob the door offered.

My eyes were met with another bedroom, the master bedroom, I assumed, and it was more opulent than the rest of the home that I had discovered thus far.

The bed was enormous, draped with a velvet comforter and silk sheets that were a bit ruffled, and my mind immediately knew whom the bedroom belonged to - him and his favorite silk sheets that he also insisted I inducted into my apartment as well.

The walls were adorned with delicate carvings of Victorian Age art, along with more of the stained-glass windows that depicted scenes of Victorian royalty, casting the sun’s warm, golden glow across the room.

I walked over to the window, gazing out through the colorful patterns of glass, looking to the hill out in the distance. This was a view, a bedroom, fit for a royal king, or, I suppose, a filthy rich rock star whom was infatuated with the Pre-Raphaelite aesthetic.

Turning from the four-poster king bed, my hand slipping amongst the sheets that I knew had just held Jimmy’s warm body within them, my gaze fell upon the large walk-in closet across the room.

My curiosity spiked once again, and I strolled over the closet, carefully flipping its switch and stepping inside.

The closet was filled with Jimmy's clothes, racks and racks of his velvet jackets, his infamous silk shirts, and his favorite pairs of pants, ranging from his black jeans, to his black and white slacks, to even a pair of black leather pants that I have yet to see him wear.

I smiled as I continued looking around, spotting his shoes at the bottom of the closet, studying his pairs of shoes. There lay a couple of casual sneakers, to a couple pairs of basic loafers, then my eyes fell on his most prized possession of his black and white slipper-loafers, to what I always referred to as his ‘Elvis shoes’, that he always wore while performing with his stage outfits.

I ran my hand along the soft leather of one of his many jackets, feeling the rich fabric beneath my fingertips, taking in its scent.

Really, the entire closet smelled like Jimmy, his sweet scent plastered all over each article of clothing and I sat and reveled in it for a moment, my head going back and my eyes closing with relief that I was here, with him, once again.

I reached out, running my fingers over the soft fabric of one of his shirts. The scent of him, a mix of his shampoo and just his natural body’s aroma, lingered in the air as I brought a shirt up and off the rack, off of its hanger.

I held it to my chest, imagining him wearing it, or rather me wearing it, wanting his scent all over me once again, and I brought the shirt up to my nose and breathed him in.

I probably looked like a freak, an utter snooper, but I couldn’t have cared less in the moment. I missed Jimmy so much, his voice, his face, his hair, his body, his scent… everything about him. And now that he was preoccupied with his phone call, I was left alone to wallow in my longing for him and his scent was aiding my need for him.

As my thoughts consumed me, I stood there for a moment, relishing Jimmy’s sanctuary and scent, lost in his familiar aroma, I didn’t even hear him enter. My mind continued its train of thought until a soft, low voice broke me of my wandering thinking.

“Lost, love?” Jimmy’s voice floated to my ears from behind me.

I gasped, whirling around to find Jimmy leaning against the doorframe of the closet, a mysterious glint within his eyes. He was even more captivating now, his black curls tousled, his inevitable smirk casting a shadow upon his chin.

“You scared me…” I said, a nervous, breathy giggle escaping me as my heart hammered against my chest.

He chuckled, pushing off the doorframe and sauntering toward me, closing the small distance between us.

“Didn't mean to, Cyn. I just couldn’t resist observing what had you so...” He trailed off, reaching out and gently taking the shirt from my hands, studying it with an amused smirk.

“My shirt?” He pondered, his eyes gleaming with curiosity as he gazed down at me, still wielding his usual smirk.

“…It smells like you.” I admitted shyly, my cheeks flushing and I could feel the blush creeping up my neck.

Jimmy raised an eyebrow at me, a slow, toothy smile spreading across his face, seemingly amused by my response, and his face turned to a loving, fond expression as he reached for me.

He pulled me close to him, his hands sliding around my waist, holding me to his chest that was clad in a half-buttoned cotton shirt, the soft, casual material looked great on him and felt smooth against my skin.

My cheek rested against his light tuft of dark chest hair that littered his chest, the heat of his body radiating through my thin blouse.

“God, you have no idea how much I’ve missed you,” he murmured to me, his breath warm against my ear. “And I’m sorry for my absence, love… that phone call felt like it lasted a lifetime.” He shook his head with his apology, smoothing my hair back with his hand, a light smile on his face.

His words sent a shiver down my spine as they fluttered through my ears.

I tilted my head back, meeting his gaze. “Tell me about it.” I got out. “I just… I miss you.” I confessed sheepishly again, as if I hadn’t said that one hundred times this week. My cheeks began flushing. "It's only been a few days, but it felt like forever." I whimpered, my arms traveling around his body.

“Torture for me too, darling,” he said, his voice soft and sweet. His fingers traced circles on my hips, sending shivers down my spine.

“Now, though, you are here with me, love… I can’t quite believe it.” He whispered, his hands finding my waist, pulling me flush against him.

I could feel the heat of his body, his hard chest against my breasts, our centers brushing each other’s below, and immediately felt his arousal against me once again.

“Christ, you feel good…” he murmured softly, his breath fanning against my skin, a welcome warmth of mint. "I've been thinking about you all week, Cyn… Thinking about how much I need you.” He revealed, his hands shaky as their made their way up and down my body with desire.

“Jimmy…” I whispered, my hands rising to tangle themselves in his curls.

He nuzzled my neck, his lips tracing a slow path along my skin. “Cyn, love… I want to taste you. I’ve got to have you.” He urges, his body softly pushing mine back toward his messy bed, his plan certainly to go and mess it up even more.

Jimmy lowered me gently to the plush mattress, the silk sheets cool and smooth against my skin. His eyes never left mine as he caressed my body beneath him.

Soon he rose up, kneeling between my legs, his large hands skimming up my thighs and long fingers diving into the sides of my pants, pulling down my panties and trousers at the same time, ridding of them across the room.

He managed to keep our gaze, his eyes low and dark, the emerald green somehow still glistening in the low light that the sunset through the window offered.

He paused for a moment, his eyes devouring mine, taking in my every movement.

“Cyn… You're so beautiful.” He breathed, his voice thick with desire and yearning. “So gorgeous, my girl.” He whispered to me, causing an enormous smile to erupt on my features.

I loved when he called me that - it reminded me that I was, indeed, his. Only his.

“You know how badly I’ve been craving you, Cyn? You, your taste, your body…” He trailed off, his hands rubbing at my skin. Then, I noticed, a certain expression spread across his face and he looked at me with a curious, wanton look and the next utterances from him left me breathless.

“You’ve been wanting this too Cyn, yeah? Tell me, how many times did you do what I taught you while I was away?” He suddenly questioned, his parted, pink lips making me lick and bite at mine nervously, wishing he’d just kiss me again.

“W…what?” I laughed nervously, barely getting the response out, my voice shaky and anxious. Why am I laughing? Get it together, Cynthia.

He chuckled back, tucking a strand of my loose curls behind my ear with a long, ivory, skilled finger that I ached for contact from.

“You heard me, Cyn. How many times did you get yourself off while we are apart?” He asked, the question firm and direct and overly lascivious.

“Jimmy…” I whisper, not quite sure how to respond. If only he knew….

“Tell me.” He urged, tightening his grip on me, his gaze never wavering from mine. Oh God…

“Just the one time… when we were on the ph-phone…” I stutter, hoping he’d end his wanton interrogation there.

He smirked at me, a wicked upturn of his mouth, giving me his ‘knowing’ eyes.

“Oh, you little fibber, you. I know you better than that, Cyn. You’ve become such a dirty girl…” He started, lifting my chin up, his long thumb coming to caress the soft skin on my cheek.

I hesitated, my mind racing and wondering if I should tell the truth or continue our little cat-and-mouse guessing game. I decided to go with the latter.

“I… I don't know what you're talking about.” I got out, swallowing the anxious lump that had built in my throat.

Jimmy laughed again, the rumbling sound sent a shiver down my spine.

“You know precisely what I’m talking about, darling.” He insisted. “Don't lie to me, Cynthia. I’ll have to punish you.” He whispered sexily, coming impossibly closer to my face, invading any personal space I had left, lips barely brushing mine.

I wanted to lie back and let him do whatever he wanted.

“Tell me the truth, and I promise, love, you'll be rewarded.” He smirked and I bit my lip, pondering his offering.

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding out of my chest and I spit my retort out quickly without further thought, still not telling the whole truth. “Twice.” I told him.

“Twice?" He raised his eyebrows at me, surely not believing me. “Just twice? That's all?” He pushed.

I nodded my head with haste, my eyes fixed on the ceiling, avoiding his gaze. "Yes… Just twice." I whispered the lie.

He shook his head again and I groaned. How does he know me so well, so soon?

“You’re toying with me love… I don’t like it.” He trailed his finger down, all the way to my center, parting my lower lips and feeling my wetness.

I moaned and gasped as his finger immediately entered me, and I writhed underneath his touch, but his body weight kept me from wriggling away.

“How many times, Cyn? How many times did you do this to yourself?” He began to rub my most sensitive spot with his quick, skilled fingertips and I cried out.

“Oh… oh God!” I couldn’t help the moans that escaped my lips and Jimmy seemed to love how I was losing control, and wasn’t giving up his conquest to get the truth.

“Cyn, love, tell me the truth…” He breathed once more and entered two fingers inside of me, his thumb running circles into my heat and I felt the building of my pleasure already heightening and I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Jimmy! Oh, I…” I stuttered, out of breath. “Okay… Five times!” I wailed, and he continued his pleasuring of me, but slowed his movements down.

“I knew it, Cyn… you couldn’t help yourself, hm?” He teased with a low, lustful voice. “You are so naughty…” He whispered, kissing my lips softly.

“And what did you think about while you pleasured yourself, baby?” He inquired, as if he didn’t already know the answer.

“You… only you…” I moaned as he continued his light rubbing of my center, feeling my overt wetness below.

“Good girl.” He said, pleased by my admission.

Then, he lowered his head, his tongue tracing a slow, titillating line from my chest, his lips encasing one of my nipples before traveling down further. I moaned at the feel of his soft, wet mouth against me.

He left soft kisses down my stomach, down to my belly button making my center quiver as he move with haste down to my thighs.

I gasped at his licks and kissed, my fingers automatically digging into his black tendrils that sat wild upon his head.

God, I certainly wanted more of a tour of his home, wanted to get out and explore the gorgeous garden and field below, but that could wait… I wasn’t stopping this moment if a bomb had gone off outside. I needed Jimmy just as much as he needed me.

“Jimmy…” I moaned, my body reflexively arching towards his head that was now in between my legs.

He looked up at me, a pleased, sexy smirk crossing his lips as he bent down, without warning, placing the flat of his tongue against my center.

I cried out, my hips bucking up against his face as my hands tugged at his hair.

“Christ, Cyn, you're so fucking wet…” he uttered against my heat, sending vibrations through me. “You always are though, aren’t you, Cyn? Always so ready for me.”

“Jimmy, please…. Oh…. It feels so good…” I had a death grip on his head, the sensation his mouth and tongue were giving me were indescribable, so amazing, I could barely breathe. I had been without this for so long and I was almost afraid that he’d stop if I let go.

“Mmm…” Jimmy moaned, muffled into my folds, sending the vibrations straight through me making me shake more with pleasure.

“God, you taste so good, Cyn… like Heaven…” He murmured against me as his tongue began flicking against me rapidly. His fingers traveled up and out, aiding his tongue before they entered me.

I moaned and cried out his name as my hand reached to his shoulder, my other hand still tugging at his curls and by the way he groaned into me, I could tell he loved my grip on him.

I knew that he loved when I pulled at his hair and it kept me from feeling bad that I may have been tugging at it a little too hard.

Soon, as I was reaching my release, Jimmy could always tell, and suddenly he pulled his two fingers out of me.

I whimpered at the loss of the immense pleasure, but Jimmy didn’t leave me hanging. Immediately, his expert tongue replaced his fingers, entering me at a rapid pace, bringing back that familiar feeling of extreme rapture.

“Oh God, Jimmy! Please don’t stop!” I practically screamed, my wail couldn’t have been classified by anything but that, and I couldn’t help the gasps and whimpers that escaped my parted lips as Jimmy brought me to my release.

His mouth and fingers were unstoppable as they worked me to pure ecstasy.

“Oh - Oh my God…” I moaned as I felt my release just a moment away.

“Cyn, love… Come for me…” Jimmy said, lifting his head from me slightly as I looked down at him, his dark green eyes meeting mine. He kept his fingers moving at a steady pace as he smiled up at me with delight.

“I want you to come for me baby. Now.” He lowered his head back down between my thighs, returning his mouth to my heat and that did it.

He continued to drive me closer and closer to the edge. I felt the higher tension building, coiling tighter and tighter inside of me as my release awaited me.

My body convulsed as my muscles clenched with my release. I moaned and wailed, a scream that echoed through the quiet bedroom, surely echoing throughout the entire home.

Jimmy didn’t falter in his quest, continuing to suck and lick at me, wanting every last drop of my pleasure from me.

When I finally stilled, I couldn’t take it anymore, and Jimmy was still at me with his mouth, softly kissing my center and folds, licking me dry.

I whimpered, one last quiver of my body with shock, and Jimmy lifted his head, his face flushed and eyes wide, a smirk that read an expression of triumph and desire.

Jimmy lifted up and soon his angelic face was right above mine and he didn’t halt his movements as he pulled me into a dirty, wet kiss, claiming my mouth with his own, seemingly making sure I tasted myself on his mouth.

“You see how good you taste, Cyn? And you wonder why I can’t ever get enough of you…” He proclaimed, coming back down for another deep kiss and I couldn’t take the barrier of his clothes anymore. I was dying to see the gorgeous, creamy pour of his skin and finally feel him against me.

I tugged at his shirt, Jimmy aiding my movements of pulling it up and over his head quickly, then came pulling down his jeans and briefs, throwing them wherever they landed on the floor.

“Christ, love, I need you so badly. Please…” Jimmy uttered, his member falling between my legs, long and hard against my center.

I was still aching and shaky, my heat was still throbbing and wet, and I didn’t want to waste time. I couldn’t believe how needy and wanton I felt, after going years without any strong desirable feelings toward a man, never having a noteworthy love life. Now, here I was, pining over Jimmy, desperately needing him inside of me.

I watched him, my eyes practically devouring his body. He was truly magnificent, magical, a mystical being in the flesh. His ivory skin provided a stark contrast to his dark shock of thick curls and his darkened gaze that never left mine. He’s gorgeous.

He knelt between my legs again, lifting up, his member straining against his belly as he stared down at me.

He reached for my hand, his thumb lightly caressing the smooth skin of my palm as he guided my fingers to his shaft.

“Touch me.” He said, his voice thick and dark with lust. “I want to feel your hands on me, Cyn.” He uttered, tone turning soft as his parted, full lips created that familiar shadow above his chin.

I wrapped my fingers around him and I began to stroke him slowly and deliberately.

Jimmy groaned at this, his head falling back and mouth opening with pleasure.

I ran my thumb across the tip of him, spreading a long moment’s worth of his pre-release along the rest of his length.

“Fucking hell, Cyn, yeah…” He moaned as he bucked his hips into my hand, his movements seeming uncontrollable.

“Christ, baby… you feel so good… you always know just how to please me, don’t you, love?” He breathes, looking back down at me with those eyes.

“How’d you get so good at this, hm?” He watched my hand move upon his member intently, enjoying the sight of my small hand wrapped around him. God, he’s so erotic…

“Guide me to where you want me, Cyn.” He suddenly whispered, the dirty words making my lips part with pleasure… I love the sound of his naughty words falling from his perfect lips.

He continued to kneel in front of my spread legs, as I lightly pulled him down, kissing him softly, my hand still around him with a gentle pull to my center.

He moaned as his member touched my most sensitive spot, wet and waiting for him.

He lifted his head up, his eyes traveling from our lower halves back up to my eyes, a flicker of doubt flashing through his gleaming eyes.

“What do you want, my girl?” He asked me, needing one more bit of reassurance before we went all the way, as if he somehow thought I didn’t want - need - all of him.

I decided to be as direct as I could, not allowing my shyness to get in the way of what I desired.

“Make love to me….” I whispered, shocked at the words falling my lips as I looked up at him, my mouth going dry at his beautiful features, the sweet smile that formed upon his face.

He needed no further explanation from me.

He positioned himself between my thighs, hovering at my entrance. He slowly guided his member, pushing into me softly, sucking in a shaky breath at the feel of me encasing him.

Soon, he was inside me, filling me completely and the feeling was incomprehensible, I couldn’t form a coherent thought as the pleasure coursed through me at the feel of him.

I gasped as he began moving slightly, my body arching to meet his, our bare chests flush against one another’s as Jimmy tensed his body against mine.

“Fuck…” he moaned, his ivory skin glistening in the sunset’s glow flowing through the window. “You feel so amazing... You’re so tight for me.” He groaned, his lips coming down to place a wet kiss to the spot under my earlobe wearing a slight sheen of sweat had formed.

He began to thrust into me, his movements slow and gentle at first, then faster and more frenzied as he held me close to him, short cut of breaths and moans filling my ears.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, meeting his thrusts with equal force, relishing the feeling him of inside of me, loving how Jimmy was losing control because of me…

“Yes…” I moaned, my body moving along with his, with each stroke, the wooden bed slightly rocking with our movements.

“God, you’re perfect Cyn… the most perfect…” He trailed off, a loud moan escaping his throat as his head tipped back, the loud sound of pleasure filling the air. I had never heard him express himself so loudly before, and I could tell he needed this just as much as I.

It was clear that by his sudden sloppy, fast movements this was going to end quicker than it began, his and I’s release approaching rapidly, and I was so close.

“Oh, Jimmy… I’m…” I got out, breathless, holding on to his shoulders, my fingers trailing up and into his curls.

“Yeah, that’s it…” Jimmy grunted into my ear, his breath coming out in ragged gasps onto my neck.

“I’m right along with you, love… I’m so close…” He moaned, kissing my head as I smoothed his bangs away from his sweaty forehead.

His body was now shining with sweat and it reminded me of the nights of the tour, watching play, slick with sweat and his mouth hanging open with sheer pleasure on stage.

He began to pounded into me, his body flush against mine as our centers connected.

I couldn’t hold back much long and began to shake, convulsing as I began to come once again, a wave of pure bliss washing over me.

“Oh God! Jimmy!” I wailed, as if I was truly seeing God, the white blast behind my eyes erupting as I saw stars.

Jimmy moaned at my expressions, continuing to thrust, with his own orgasm building within him.

He gritted his teeth, holding on to me tightly, one of his large hands coming up to hold my face in place, gaining my attention once again.

“Cyn…” Jimmy groaned, his voice now cracking. “I’m…”

I squeezed my eyes shut, my body quivering with pleasure as my orgasm continued to take over.

“I’m going to come, Cyn…” Jimmy whispered to me. I nodded to him, unable to quite tell him that I, too, was going to come. The feeling was all too much and so, so good. But somehow, Jimmy knew I was going to release, he was always able to read me, feel me.

“Take me with you, baby…” He uttered, looking into my eyes as I brushed his hair back, kissing him fiercely, lifting my hips to meet his thrusts with force, completely offering myself to him. This seemed to completely push him over the edge.

Jimmy seemed to just let go, his orgasm exploding within him, his wave of pleasure flooding his senses.

He moaned, his body arching against mine as he came, his hand pumping his release atop my center, making a mess of me as always.

“Christ… fucking hell…” He groaned as the last of his come spurted out of him as Jimmy panted above me, looking angelic as ever.

Soon, he collapsed, his body lain against mine against the silk sheets, panting and gasping for air, our bodies covered with sweat and our release.

“Oh Cyn, my girl…” He rolled off me, pulling me close to him, his arm wrapping protectively around my waist.

“You’re bloody perfect, Cyn… The things you do to me…” He said to me, his voice hoarse, English accent rough with his efforts of pleasure.

He gave me another wet, loving kiss, his hands wrapping into my hair.

“God, I’ve missed you, Cyn… everything about you.” He said, his voice running rampant with inclination.

“Thank you, love.” He smiled, and his expression made me turn my head up toward him, wondering what exactly he was thankful for in this very moment. The sex?

“You’re thanking me, Jimmy? I… for what, exactly?” I teased, expecting him to say another dirty little comment to me. But, his next proclamation shocked me with its conviction.

“For coming here… coming across the bloody world to be with me. My love… you have no idea how much this - you - means to me.” He stuttered the words out, his eyes showing that if true appreciation.

“Jimmy, I… Of course. I’d go anywhere as long as I’d get to be with you.” I told him, completely letting down my guard, allowing him to know exactly how I felt about him, my undenying need for him now clearly evident.

And I didn’t mind.

This seemed to strike something within him, his face softening completely and his eyes gleamed with joy, with something deeper, but what?

Soon, all we heard was the sound of the wind blowing outside as the sun fully set outside of the window.

We laid in silence for a while, content to simply be in each other's arms, naked and entwined.

“I'm glad you're here, Cyn...” he whispered into the air, his accent soft and warm.

“Me too, Jimmy.” I replied to him, washing I could form a sentence describing just how amazing it felt to be back in my arms.

Soon, Jimmy kissed me again, a slow, tender kiss that seemed to ignite another small fire inside of me.

I knew then that I had found something truly special with Jimmy. I couldn’t deny that this was becoming something much deeper than a fling or some kind of silly infatuation.

No… this was much better, more cavernous, and I began to wonder how’d I ever be able to live life without him ever again.

Soon, we pulled away, Jimmy’s eyes sparkling with mischief, a smirk implanting itself on his lips as he peered down at me.

“So…” he said, the grin on his face getting wider. “I think we are in need of a shower, darling.” Jimmy started. “Fancy a round two, Cyn?” He teased, his hand coming up to cup and knead at my bottom playfully.

I laughed and playfully slapped his chest as I shook my head up at him.

“You’re insatiable!” I told him, meaning it fully. He was right, he certainly never got enough. And, I certainly didn’t mind.

“Only when it comes to you, love.” he said, pulling me up and off of the bed, holding me by my waist in his large hands.

“You aren’t too tired yet, Cyn, are you?” Jimmy inquired, as he pulled me to the connecting full bathroom, white porcelain double sinks and vintage claw foot tub sat shining in the bright light the bathroom offered.

Surprisingly, despite our long and ravenous lovemaking, I wasn’t tired in the slightest. I felt exhilarated and alive, still overly excited to be with Jimmy once again.

“No, no. I feel great, Jimmy.” I grinned as he guided me to the tub after preparing it for us, the hot water already bursting out of the luxurious shower head.

Jimmy smiled down at me, pulling me tight to him, my breasts resting against him as he held my bare body close.

“Good.” he simply said. “Because I have more planned for us tonight, love.” He informed me and I raised an eyebrow at him, curious, but thrilled of what he meant by that and what the rest of our night will consist of.

Once in the shower, Jimmy began washing my hair and body, kissing me deep and sensually, his tongue plunging into my mouth as we held each other’s soaking bodies.

I responded eagerly, my body arching against his as I became further breathless from Jimmy’s rapacious ways.

As we washed and caressed each other’s bodies, grateful to be in one another’s presence, the look on Jimmy’s face told me that our night was far from over.

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A/N

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~Jimmy Page Fanfiction~

Spread Your Wings

“I’m just looking for an angel with a broken wing…. But somehow, they always seem to fly, fly away…”

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Chapter Twenty One

(Explicit Content Below)

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August 17th, 1973

Manhattan, New York

Cynthia’s P.O.V.

“I’ll see you in an hour!” I hastily retort to Ellie as I slam the phone down onto the receiver.

I had to hurry, now.

I hastily blow dry and style my hair, throwing on a pair of jeans and a blouse, ruffled in the front with bell sleeves - a gift from Jimmy that he had bought from one of the boutiques in the city while I was at work.

I had to meet Ellie in the East Village soon, and I had to grab a cab on a busy Friday afternoon - not an easy feat. It would surely take me more time to snag a cab than it would be to actually get there.

I hurried out of the door with my beaded purse slung sloppily over my shoulder, with the unearthly amount of cash that Jimmy had sent to me thrown into it.

Earlier, I had received my fancy, first class airplane ticket from a delivery girl with shaky hands and a nervous smile whom, I assume, worked for the post and completed the ever-special deliveries.

There was also an envelope attached, my mailing address and name “Miss Cynthia Carpenter”, slathered on it, written personally by my overdramatic English lover, and placed in it was the biggest wad of cash I had ever seen.

Crisp, American bills were placed neatly in the envelope, with a little note taped inside that read:

‘My Dearest Cynthia,

I’m counting the hours now, until I get to see your pretty face again. Treat yourself to what your heart desires. I’ll be looking forward to seeing it all… and stripping it off of you, piece by piece, when you arrive to me.

Yours, Jimmy xxxx’

My smile grew as I read the last bit of the note and my heart swelled, feeling my body tingle at his sweet and lustful expression.

I counted out the bills, a grand total of five hundred dollars that laid neatly in its folded envelope, and I gasped as I counted the bills one by one.

I immediately got on the phone and got a hold of him, shouting incredulously into the receiver as I stared down at the gaggle of money in my hand.

“Oh, Cyn, my girl… to what do I owe the pleasure? Have you received what I’d sent off?” Jimmy chirped into the phone, tone light and cheery.

“Yes… and that is precisely why I am calling! What hell am I supposed to spend five hundred dollars on, Jimmy? My God! Why did you send so much?” I breathed into the phone, still unbelieving of the finances that burned my hand. I barely made this much IN A MONTH at Foxy!

Jimmy chuckled, his laugh sounding through the speaker, a little rumbling sound that made my heart flutter. Why is he always so amused at my shock?

“Love, it’s just a bit of money. I want to take care of you. I want you to indulge, pamper yourself. Something new wouldn’t hurt…. Buy some skirts or whatever...” Jimmy offers nonchalantly and my jaw was still on the floor. He was being so casual about this and I scoffed at his minor suggestion.

“Besides, those pleated skirts of yours always look itchy anyway.” He teased and I rolled my eyes. Even though he’s seen me in and out of many outfits, he still made fun of some of my more ‘prim’ clothing choices, just like he did when we first met.

I couldn’t help but giggle at his ragging of me and told him I was to be off soon to do some shopping.

“Alright, love. So it’s settled. Please don’t give it a second thought.” He started. Then, “I’m thinking of you all the time. I can’t wait to have you back in my arms.” He said, voice softening and his accent was like walking among the clouds. Simply beautiful.

I mumbled something incoherent, still overly shocked at his gift to me.

“I’ll talk to you soon, darling. Enjoy.” He told me before the phone went blank, and the drone of the flat line moaned in my ear.

I shook my head in astonishment of him before breathing a sigh out and placing the receiver back down onto its stand.

I continued to daydream of Jimmy as I stood on the side of the curb, waving to every taxi in sight.

Each cab just drove on by, ignoring my pleas for a ride, most occupied anyway, and I groaned in aggravation as I continued to wave my arm in the air, feeling as if I was touching the sky by the time a cab finally halted itself at my feet.

I hurried into the backseat, practically diving in and barely had both of my feet in before the grunting old man sped off down the road.

“Cloak and Dagger, East Village.” I request after my initial greeting to him was ignored, and he simply offers me a nod, beginning the journey down the bustling streets of Manhattan.

The city hummed and the streets felt as if they were vibrating beneath the cab’s tires. Either that, or my steady heartbeat was making the Earth shake below me.

I leaned back against the backseat, the worn leather interior smelling of cigarette smoke and an old car air freshener.

Outside, the afternoon sunshine blazed across the New York City’s skyline, painting glowing blurs and shadows across the buildings above.

My gaze drifted from the window to my lap, my mind traveling miles away, thinking of Jimmy and England.

Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow…

Soon, in less than twenty four hours I’d be on a plane, soaring towards England, directly to Jimmy.

I couldn’t believe I’d be traveling across the Atlantic, thousands of miles away from home, across the globe, to be with him. It seemed surreal, like a fantasy, when days ago I thought I’d never speak to him again.

Everything seemed to be okay now, and his promising behavior and the turn of our new leaf left me feeling hopeful for the future.

But, I had felt like this other times before, with Jimmy insisting he’d change, but soon return to his same overbearing, out-of-control persona.

I wanted to trust him, I really did. And I was holding onto every last bit of his affirmations and promises to me, his late-night declarations of how much he cared for me, how different I was from every woman he’s met, how badly he missed me and how much he craved me… and that he’d do anything to make it work.

Was I a fool for trusting him and hanging onto every word? Perhaps.

But, I was desperately, head-over-heels for him. Ellie was right, and there was no denying it anymore as I was soon to be on a plane, taking a huge plunge to England, just a suitcase and my dignity in hand.

The cab lurched forward, ripping me from my thoughts with a thump as the cab navigated around a pothole, pulling me back to reality.

The daunting idea of preparation, getting new clothes and updating Ellie on Jimmy and I’s situation was a wonderful distraction before the main, nerve wracking event of hopping on the plane.

I needed something new, something that would certainly impress Jimmy, something that hinted at me being cool, comfortable, and confident in my own skin and my actions, even when I’m overly manic about stepping into a whole new dimension - Jimmy’s country and home.

I know that Jimmy didn’t really care about these things, not really. He saw me, truly saw me, beyond the clothes and my perfectly styled hair. He appreciated me with and without.

But this was for me, a simple declaration of my newfound confidence. I didn’t want Jimmy to know just how crazy I felt inside, how out of body I truly thought it was of my leaving New York to travel to him thousands of miles away. I wanted to stay poised and I figured new, fresh clothes may do the trick. It seemed Jimmy thought the same.

And who better to help than my personal fashionista of a best friend?

As the taxi continued down the busy roads, nearing closer to my destination, I continued my yearning thoughts of Jimmy.

My fingers adorned and kneaded at the silver pendant he’d given me weeks before, which, really, felt like an eternity ago.

Just thinking about him, his name a repetitive whisper in my mind, sent a ripple of warmth through me.

It had been too long since I had seen him. Even a week seemed like an endless tragedy, and the few calls we’ve had, the crackling of the long-distance static over the line and Jimmy’s longing, overt expressions of affection had suddenly began to fill me with heat and my unspoken desires.

After my rendezvous the night before at the bar, my tipsy phone call with Jimmy, and his check-in with me once I arrived home… The yearning for him had returned, and I couldn’t control myself and my following actions.

I had touched myself, how he taught me, and I brought myself to a quick release while imaging him in my mind, kneading and kissing me, then making love to me as a light rain splattered across the apartment windows. I kept on, bringing myself to pure ecstasy over and over again, and my mind never wavered from Jimmy.

Heat rose to my cheeks as I remembered my sultry actions of last night and that, if it wasn’t for Jimmy, I’d have never done anything like that and would have just taken myself right to bed.

But, the yearning had become too much once I finally heard his voice again after the long days of avoiding it, and I couldn’t hold my desires back. And since Jimmy wasn’t here to take care of me, I figured I’d take his advice and try it myself.

Though, I’d much rather have had him by my side, talking me through it himself, then making sweet, passionate love to me at the end of the night, as we had began to make a habit of before his last dreadful departure.

I shook my head of all thought, deciding it would do me no good as of now, and watched as we neared the boutique in the quaint village of lower Manhattan.

Soon, the cab jolted, a final rumble of the engine sounded as the car settled against the curb. I saw Ellie from a distance, perched on a bench outside of the shop, feet and legs placed slovenly up on the bench with no awareness that an elderly couple next to her may want to have a seat.

I chucked to myself as I paid the grumpy cab driver and whisked myself out of the backseat and onto the pavement.

Clutching my purse and calling out to Ellie with a wave, I made my way through the groups of people, some in blazers, some in shorts and t-shirts, older ladies in fancy dresses flooded the sidewalk.

The East Village was pulsing with energy, and I suddenly felt even more anxiety, wondering if I would even be able to navigate through the streets with all the people that were bounding into shop after shop.

My gaze landed on a colorful mass of a dress, a figure walking fast toward me, waving their hands in the air, and I knew that was her.

“About damn time!” Ellie’s groaning voice cut through the bustling street noise, a playful smirk on her face as I fumbled with my purse, struggling to close it with Jimmy’s generousity creating a rather large lump in the center of it.

I finally got the zipper to slide over and latched the purse with a huff.

“Traffic! Not to mention my cab driver drove here like he was driving Miss Daisy.” I rolled my eyes and shifted down the sidewalk, making our way up to the first of many boutiques we will visit today.

Ellie uncrossed her arms, pushing the door of the shop open with haste, almost knocking over several patrons trying to make their way out. “Yeah, yeah. Ready to raid this place? Your flight’s tomorrow, right?” She inquired, quite loudly, already gaining some stares from the shop’s employees - a couple of girls whom looked as if they couldn’t be bothered to lend a helping hand.

“Let’s just have a looksy.” I mutter, moving toward the endless racks of clothes.

Dresses, skirts, leather skirts, jeans skirts, jean shorts, linen shorts, linen tops… Dear God, where do I even begin? Is it even that warm in England?

“You know you can’t just show up in fucking England with nothing to show for it! Grab some stuff, woman!” Ellie exclaimed, already popping hangers up and off of the racks of pieces she thought I may like.

“Shhh! You’re something else!” I said, my voice dropping to a shout-whisper as I worked myself through the crammed sequined tops and bell-bottom jeans.

I sighed and continued my rant. “It’s just… it’s the first time I’m going to his home. I don’t want to be ‘too much’. He said we’ll be going out and stuff. I’m not sure what to even buy.” I groaned, my head lolling back as all of the choices I had in front of me seemed to be more overwhelming than I could have ever imagined.

But Ellie just kept on browsing, her arms full of different articles of clothing, from blouses to skirts to maxi dresses. Dear Lord, it’ll take me a year before I am done trying all of that on.

“Let’s just keep looking! I have plenty for you to try on! Look, something like this… I think this would be perfect for a night out!” Ellie picked up a glimmering, sheer blouse, moving around the rack and holding it against me.

“See? A little sparkle wouldn’t hurt, you know.” Ellie continued to hold up another shimmering skirt to match and I groaned. This reminded me of when I had to go school shopping all those years with my mother.

I pulled away, shaking my head with annoyance. “No, that’s too much. I need something more… comfortable. Something I can actually wear again, for God’s sakes.” I moved back toward the countless racks and Ellie scoffed, putting the blouse and skirt back on a rack before following me.

“Cynthia! That’s all you wear is comfortable! I’m convinced it’s your middle name!” She gagged at my suggestion.

“You want to show him what he’s been missing! Not remind him of his grandmother.” She scoffed as she grabbed a couple more things that I surely would disapprove of before pushing me toward the dressing room.

I groaned as I let myself be hauled, her perfectly manicured nails digging into my wrist as she dragged me along the tight aisles to the private rooms.

Before we reached the dressing area, she stopped by the lingerie and gasped with a satisfied look on her face as she picked up a pair of the most sheer, skimpy, lace panties I’d ever seen.

“Oh my God, Cynthia! Now this is what you need!” She waved the panties and the matching bra up to me and I laughed with disbelief.

“You’re kidding right? What will that even cover?” I scoffed, my face holding a disgraceful expression as I pushed her hand away and tried to continue my way off to an unoccupied dressing room.

Ellie laughed, shaking her head at me but reluctantly placed the bra and panties back down onto the table. “That’s the point! You have so much to learn!” She said, exasperated by my retreat of her suggestions.

“What about comfort? How can I even breathe in something like that?” I turned back around, peering at the options of lingerie sets on the counter, my mind wandering to a ‘what if’ ponder, curiously thinking about what I may look like in those, and what Jimmy would think if he saw me in such a scandalous ensemble.

I shook my head, relaying to my previous thoughts of the lingerie, and headed to the dressing rooms. Ellie didn’t protest my declination any further.

Once I had the clothes settled onto hooks, I began trying clothes on one by one, some I hated, some I loved, some that were just okay, and some that I absolutely despised.

“Cynthia, please try this! It’ll look so amazing on you… the silk!” Ellie pushed a golden cocktail dress through the curtain.

I had already picked out some more casual items, a couple of dresses, skirts and blouses that certainly weren’t particularly my style. But, they were a bit more adventurous and I figured since I was traveling halfway across the world on my own mini-adventure, stepping outside of my element of style wouldn’t hurt.

But, I still needed a couple of dresses, more formal, especially one for Robert’s party, and Ellie had spotted this golden-silk sheath.

I gleamed at it, the criss-crossed open back, the shimmery low neckline, to the silky body of it - it was absolutely gorgeous.

I tried it on, and it fit wonderfully, and I peered at myself in the mirror, almost incredulously, at the sight of me in it.

I looked like a different person, like a movie star for God’s sakes, and I knew I had to get it. I just had to. I knew as soon as I put it on that I loved it, and I knew Jimmy would too.

I sighed with content as I stepped out into the small dressing area, to Ellie who was already gaping by the time I made my way around to the side of the couch she was perched on.

“Oh my God! Look at you! You are stunning!” She gasped as she stood, walking toward me, caressing the smooth of the dress on my sides.

“You think so?” I inquired, my anxiety reaching a new level as I bit my lip, glancing at myself once again in the mirror.

“This is the one, Cynthia! Dear God, Jimmy will have a fucking heart attack when he sees you in this!” She exclaims and I giggle, shushing and thanking her before scurrying back to the dressing room.

I admire the dress once more, flinching at the price tag, but couldn’t help myself to keep it in hand.

I hurried out of the dressing room, pleased that we didn’t have to do much more shopping, just for shoes. Ellie said that my Keds and my ballet flats “just won’t cut it” with my new and improved wardrobe.

As I caught Ellie’s attention once again, we headed for the register, and as I passed by, I couldn’t help my wandering eyes to shift to the lingerie table once again.

Ellie’s attention was on some shoes that laid on another table across the store, and I waved her off as she mumbled something about a pair of strappy high heels.

My eyes danced across the lacy sets of panties and bras; black, red, pink… the colors and styles were endless.

I looked between Ellie and the lingerie, noticing that Ellie was momentarily distracted and I took my opportunity to snag a set or two of the racy lingerie.

I chose a sexy black set, as well as a more ‘me’ pink set, both clad in lace embroidery and overly sultry. Heat rose to my cheeks for what felt like the hundredth time today as I grasped onto my size and hurried over to the register before Ellie could tease me for giving in.

The girl at the register was young and snooty, and she mumbled a total to me as I sifted through the jumbled wad of money that I pulled from my purse.

I managed to give her the correct amount, and she tossed my coined change into my hand before shoving my bags toward me and huffing away to another client.

Though her unnecessary attitude of irritable customer service alarmed me, I didn’t care. I was still overjoyed and ultimately excited about my new outfits and my nearing departure from New York to England.

Ellie and I strolled out of the store, heavy bags of clothing in hand, and went next door to a shoe boutique, searching out any heels or other footwear that may suit my new wardrobe perfectly.

We were successful in our exploration rather quickly, with the ladies at this establishment, Shoe Village, being much nicer and more helpful than the ladies at our previous juncture.

I found a couple pairs of heels that were more than versatile, and that would suit any outfit I had bought, and most of my other clothes that I already owned.

I chose a cute pair of heeled ballet shoes, despite Ellie’s protesting that I didn’t need anymore shoes that had ‘ballet’ in the name. But, I shooed her away as I tried on a gorgeous black pair that would match practically everything.

The smile on my face could have been seen for miles as Ellie and I finished our shopping rendezvous and were scouring the streets of the East Village for a taxi.

As we stood on the curb, waving to each cab, most being occupied by other needy passengers, Ellie turned to me with a smirk on her face.

Oh Lord, here we go.

“Sooooo….” Ellie trailed off, leading us back to a bench that sat available behind us.

A curious look flooded my features as I peered over at her expecting face.

“Sooooooooo….” I retorted, more dramatically than her and she giggled as she nudged me playfully.

“Soooo… spill it,” Ellie said, her voice dropping, almost to a whisper, certainly to keep whatever she was curious about as private as she could as countless New Yorkers passed by us with haste.

“How are you feeling, now? About everything?” She inquired. I raised my eyebrows at her as I thought about what was happening at this point in time.

Jimmy, making up, first-class airplane ticket, a spontaneous trip to England… it all sounded utterly insane, surreal, but I couldn’t hold back my happiness to save myself.

I sighed at her, leaning back against the hard, metal surface of the street bench.

“Well, I’m… nervous. Very excited. Really, I’m most relieved… about Jimmy and I.” I say, thinking about how we had resolved our problems, and his suggestion of my visit across the world. And my weak protest to it before giving in to him… like I always did.

“He really messed up when he was here…” Ellie sipped on her coffee as we waved to another cabbie who couldn’t have cared less about our transportation dilemma.

“Yet, he seems to really be into you… I don’t blame you for giving grace.” She shrugged her shoulders. Then, “though I’d be careful, Cynthia.” She gave me a warning look, a hint of sympathy present, surely because of what had transpired the last time Jimmy had visited New York, the spectacle still held a sour taste for Ellie.

I sighed as we sat on the bench, with my thoughts beginning to consume me as Ellie prodded at each cab driver, hoping to snag us one. But, on a Friday night, with the streets buzzing with many others who need transportation, this was a challenge.

I allowed Ellie to hoot and holler at each taxi as I thought of him.

Him…

How did this all even happen? Months ago, I was a minuscule part of this world… going to work, going home, cooking basic meals just to stay fed, getting my heart broken and feeling as if there was no hope left for me… then, a mere opportunity of an interview with one of the world’s most famous bands in the world, has led me to building a relationship with one of the most complex, beautiful, and tormenting individuals I had ever met in my entire life.

His emerald eyes… so dark and intense, holding such mystique… a hold of many secrets and sentiment. Anytime I looked at him, looked into his eyes, it always seemed like he had something to share, like he had a secret he was dying to express.

His arms and legs, his fingers… long, creamy, skilled, capable of any and everything… from creating magic on a guitar, or tracing patterns of his desire on my skin that had the ability to drive me to pure insanity.

Oh God… and his sweet, soft voice, his low whispers and hums that always soothed me, especially in the night when he’d murmur little sweet nothings to me to help me back to sleep. I missed him so much…

I missed the way he held me, the scent of his shampoo, his aroma that clung to him, and clung to everything he came into contact with… me, my sheets, my couch, my apartment… his smell was always plastered everywhere, and his unique scent still lingered on my pillows to this very day.

I just missed all of our special moments together, us in bed or curled by the tree in the park, my hands in his hair and his larger hands holding onto my legs as he dozed off.

I loved watching him eat and talk, the way his hands followed every word with dramatics, the way his soft, pink mouth formed every word, and how he’d catch my gaze and smile at me with his perfect teeth.

Oh my God… I’ve become such a hopeless disaster, something like an uncontrollable wildfire and only Jimmy is able to bring this fire about.

Do I love him? Could I love him? Does he love me?

These were the questions that constantly swirled in my brain in recent days, and I couldn’t conjure any answer to those particular inquisitions.

As I continued my fond reminiscing of Jimmy, Ellie broke my train of thought as she grasped my arm and dragged me up and off the bench to an awaiting taxi.

I was thankful we had finally been able to hitch a ride, and this cab driver was much more cheerful than my cabbie I had received a ride from earlier.

Ellie was dropped first, then I, and she made me promise her I’d call her as soon as I woke the next morning, even though it’d be very early, close to five in the morning.

I told her it wasn’t necessary, that I’d just call her when I arrived to Jimmy’s, but she wanted to make sure that I woke on time and would be okay to travel to the airport on my own.

I made the promise and gave her a bear hug, holding that of a fond goodbye, and was left in the cab alone to travel the rest of the way to my apartment.

Once I arrived, I dragged the countless bags of clothes up the flights of stairs, in one trip, though I should have made several. I was a heaving, breathless mess as I finally reached my floor. I plopped the bags down in the hall before struggling with my keys, unlocking my apartment and sauntering in, my bags close in grasp.

I decided to get a headstart on packing, taking each of the tags off of my new wardrobe and folding each article of clothing with a neat crease, placing outfits with care in my suitcases.

Shoes were next, and I decided I’d finish up the packing of my toiletries and such in the morning.

By this time, it was late, almost midnight, and I had to be up so early… but my mind wouldn’t shut down. It kept on running, thoughts and images of Jimmy rampant in my brain.

I wonder if he’s up right now……..

I looked over at the phone on my nightstand, and I bit my lip as I contemplated calling him. It’d be around five in the morning there, now, but I knew how much of a night owl he was. Most of the time, he didn’t want to sleep unless the sun was beginning to come up.

God, he always had me up so late… night into morning… snacking on whatever treats we could find, drinking wine or his favorite dark liquor, then making love to me as the sun came up, then having his face between my legs before our routine shower…

I remember one of the nights he was here last, when he insisted on going down on me, claiming that it, an orgasm, would help me get a ‘much better night’s rest’.

And he was right. His skilled mouth brought me to pure ecstasy, soothing my mind and bones, and whisked me right into a deep slumber, with his satisfied smirking lips resting on the back of my neck as we slept.

I wish he was here now to help….

My hands worked faster than my brain and I dialed his number, the United Kingdom phone number now implanted into my mind, and I rolled the dial around again and again, the numbers flying around the telephone in a swirl.

Soon, the receiver hummed in my ear as the dial tone rang free, and I bit my lip as I anticipated his soft voice to soon fill my ear.

The ringing seemed to go on endlessly, almost echoing in my silent studio home, and it caused a blur in my mind as I awaited an answer.

“‘Ello?” Jimmy’s accented voice, thick with sleep, sent a shiver down my spine as I sighed with contentment that he had answered. But, a guilt washed over me that I had, in fact, woke him out a slumber, that was evident.

“Jimmy? It's me…” I say into the receiver, nibbling at my bottom lip with nervousness, hopping he wouldn’t be angry at me for calling at this hour.

There was a pause over the line, then I heard his soft voice cut through the receiver once again.

“Cynthia? Is there something wrong, love? It's late there, isn't it?” He sounded overly concerned, and the guilt was now fully settling in, as now I worried him and I hadn’t meant to. I just needed to hear his voice.

“Yes… I'm sorry for calling so late, Jimmy. I just... I can't sleep. All the shopping and packing… I’m so wired right now.” I breathed out, shaking my head at my nonsensical admissions, not quite knowing what to say. I hadn’t a good excuse of why I was calling.

“Oh, Cyn, my girl… don’t be sorry. I miss you.” He tells me, and I could hear rustling on the line, as if he moving about, and seemingly fully awake, now.

“I miss you so much, Jimmy.” I tell him, a big sigh escaping my lips as I leaned back against my pillows, breathing hard and deep, unable to control my need for him, my overwhelming need to be back by his side, his scent filling my senses.

“More than you know…” He said, then he chuckled, his laugh vibrating through the phone.

“Cyn, do you remember what I told you before? What I taught you about a certain cure for restlessness?” He inquired, and heat rose to my cheeks as he reminds me of what I was just thinking about. How did he always know what was going on in my brain? He’s like a wizard, some kind of mystical being with mind reading abilities.

“Hmm, remind me, Jimmy.” I say confidently, shocked at my retort and my encouragement of what I knew he was about to say.

“You know, love. How I helped you get to sleep after one of your long days at work?” He hinted, and the memory of that night was vivid in my mind. Before Jimmy had talked Paul into giving me the rest of the week off so Jimmy and I could spend as much time as possible together, I had to be up early for work and couldn’t sleep the night before. And Jimmy brought me to my slumber quite quickly with his skillful hands and mouth and I haven’t forgotten about it since.

“And I taught you how to do it yourself, didn’t I, Cyn? You can bring about that feeling that will certainly put you to sleep… all on your own.” He says and my cheeks blush at his suggestion, especially with the fact that he doesn’t know I’ve already pleasured myself just recently, thinking about him.

“And now seems like the perfect time, doesn’t it, love?” He finishes, and my eyes widen. I slightly gasp at his conviction. Does he mean…

“Cyn, baby, if I was there, you know I’d take care of you, aid your sleep…” He started, then, “but I am not. So, why don’t you be a good girl for me, get yourself off, hm? I’ll help you.” His voice was low now, just above a whisper, sexy and dark and making me tingle with each word.

“You’re in bed, yeah?” He asks and I nod, forgetting that he can’t see me. C’mon Cynthia, use your brain.

“Yes…” I whisper, voice shaky and filled with a nervous jitter of what was about to ensue.

I’d never done this before, and I was giddy all over that this was my chance to undergo yet another new experience in my sexual relationship with Jimmy. This was all new to me, and I welcomed each new opportunity with little protest. After all, as long as it was with Jimmy, it was alright.

“What are you wearing, Cyn?” He inquired, and I bit my lip, unsure if I should continue this or end it here.

“Uhm, I… am wearing my nightgown.” I stutter and silently curse myself for my awkwardness. I’m ruining the mood already and it had barely been established.

But, Jimmy didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he wasn’t even phased, and seemed to understand and sympathize with my anxiety, continuing on with his sexy expressions.

“My favorite, Cyn? The pink nighty? The see-through one that bares your beautiful body… those gorgeous tits, yes?” He pushes and I moan a gasp just at his dirty words, still shocking me with his forwardness.

“Yes, Jimmy. That one.” I breathe out and I heard him groan on the other end of the line with pleasure. This seems to be having the same effect on him as it is on me. This turned me on even more, if that was possible. I could already feel my panties soaking with my arousal as I listened to Jimmy speak.

“Fuck, Cyn. If only I was there…” He moaned into the phone and returned it with a feverish sound of my own.

“Take it off.” He simply ordered and I hesitated for a half-second.

“Jimmy…” I whimpered, needing more reassurance, my anxiety threatening to take control once again.

“Do it, Cyn. Take it off for me.” He urges breathlessly, and I dithered another moment before obliging, setting the phone down hastily and peeling the nightgown off, tossing it mindlessly on the floor.

“Okay…” I breathe into the phone, laying back down onto the pillows, the silky sheets feeling cool on my skin and bringing a bit of comfort to my overheated, aroused body.

“Is it off, love?” He asks, making sure I followed his orders.

I nodded frantically, muttering a ‘yes’ to him as I bit my lip in anticipation.

“Good girl. Now that you’re naked for me, love, tell me… are you wet?” His accent was smooth and low as he expressed his dirtiness over the phone. I moaned at his words. I felt out of control as I replied.

“Yes…” I whimpered, voice weak and shaky as I hung onto every word he uttered.

He groaned, a gentle rumble sounding through the receiver. “I’d do anything to taste you right now Cyn… I know you’d be so goddamn sweet for me…” He roughly whispered and I moaned again as my hand threatened to begin already, trembling at my side.

“Oh Cyn, love, tell me how you feel. Tell me what you want…” His voice sounded as shaky as my hands as my head lolled back, images of him doing the dirtiest of things flooded my mind.

“You… I want you, Jimmy.” I mewled, and I could tell by his answering sound that my admission turned him on.

“I know, love. I want you too. So much...” He breathed into the phone, voice faltering with his desire.

“But I'm not there. So you have to do this for me… for you, baby. Touch yourself the way I would...” He requested and I hummed at this, my mind feeling hazy.

I moved my hand down my stomach, my fingers tracing a deliberate path towards my center. There was no stopping now. I could feel my heat before I reached it, and I was practically throbbing by the time my fingers ghosted over my center.

“Go on, Cyn.” Jimmy gently encouraged, well aware that I knew what he was referring to, and I didn’t falter this time, I pushed my inhibitions away as I placed my fingers gently upon my heat.

My thighs, on their own accord, a reflex of sorts, parted, and I began to rub myself gently. A jolt of pleasure shot through me, making me gasp and moan as I cradled the telephone to my ear with my unoccupied hand.

“There you are, Cyn,” Jimmy garbled, “God, you are so naughty, aren’t you?” Jimmy urged wantonly.

I moaned as my fingers worked themselves on my most sensitive spot, muttering a nonsensical response to Jimmy’s dirty words. I didn’t want him to stop, and thankfully, he continued his risqué expressions.

“Cyn, my dirty girl, tell me how it feels…” He requested, his words coming out like a moan and his voice sent shivers down my spine, heightening this experience to its fullest.

“It feels… God, it feels so good, Jimmy.” I whined, my breaths coming out short and hurriedly as my center tingled and vibrated beneath my touch.

“That’s my girl… keep on, Cyn. You’re doing so well…” He clearly was enjoying this.

“Cyn, love. I want you to try something different. Slow down and listen to me.” His voice was firm, his soft accent now a raspy, low rumble in the receiver and I was all ears.

“I want you to go lower… Slide a finger inside of yourself, love.” He suggested and I gasped. I hadn’t tried that before. The feeling of my fingers dancing upon my center had been enough to bring me to my release, I hadn’t even considered the latter, and now it seemed imperative, as if I should have done that from the beginning.

“Can you do that for me, Cyn? I want you to use as many fingers as you can… I want you to see how bloody good you feel.” His words were bubbling out over the phone and I felt out of control, manic, as I slide my hand lower to my opening, and began sliding my middle finger in slowly but surely.

I gasped as my finger entered the slickness of my heat, and I could hear Jimmy hum at my newfound technique.

“Yeah, Cyn… you feel it, hm? How tight you are?” He urged, and I moaned louder, his name escaping my lips as I continued my movements, adding my pointer finger to create a duet, and the feeling was indescribable.

He groaned again, listening to my wanton sounds, and his next words sounded so needy, as if he couldn’t control the words that we were bounding from his lips.

“Christ, baby, I wish I was there to take care of this - of you. I want to fuck you so badly, love…” He growled into the phone. “You’re making me so hard…” He uttered into the receiver, and I loved the sound of him losing control. He sounded so sexy, his English accent made his utterances ultimately more perfect.

Suddenly, a burst of confidence surged through me and I couldn’t control my mouth as my next statement escaped it.

“Mmm… How hard, Jimmy?” I moaned into the phone and bit my lip as my arousal went into overdrive. I awaited his response as I continued working my own fingers inside of me.

“So fucking hard, love…” He whimpered and I knew I’d do anything to keep him sounding like that in this moment.

“I need you so badly…” He muttered and I moaned at this, wanting more and more.

“Oh God, Jimmy… please show me… do what I’m doing…” I requested, hoping he’d oblige me, and without hesitation, I heard rustling over the phone, as if he was moving any article of clothing out of the way so he could do exactly what I wanted.

“I knew you’d want me to get myself off along with you, you minx.” He teased sexily as I heard him begin to stroke himself and I bit my lip again as the image of his creamy, bare lap and his large hand wrapping around himself, popped into my head. Oh God…

“You’ve become such a bad girl, Cyn… you love it though, don’t you? Being my naughty little girl? Following my orders?” He pushes further. The limits of how far this was going to go were exceeded, and I had no intention of stopping this.

I wanted to hear his moans and the sound of his steady hand on himself, and it only made my desire grow… and my release was just a moment away. I couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Oh my God, Jimmy… yes…” I get out, my fingers speeding up on their own accord.

“Cynthia…” Jimmy groaned, and I could tell, from experiencing him times before, that he, too, was not going to last much longer.

We were in sync, as always, and our moans filled the line as we touched ourselves, enjoying this moment with every fiber of our being.

I felt so bad… but this, especially with Jimmy, only with Jimmy, felt so… good.

“Cyn,” Jimmy started again, this time his tone was shaky, and his words came tumbling out, bringing us together for release.

“I’m going to come, baby. I… oh Christ, Cyn, I can’t hold…” Jimmy began trailing off and that sent me directly over the edge into pure bliss.

“Me too, Jimmy… oh God…” I whimpered, my fingers continuing their thrusting into my center and he moaned, a deep vibration sounding through the receiver that drove me insane.

“Come for me, Cyn, I want to hear it, love… I need to hear you…” He stuttered breathlessly and his sweet voice uttering such dirty words sent me into overdrive.

My fingers sped up on their own, aching for my release, and it came all at once.

I cried out, wailing Jimmy’s name and he came with me, releasing in synchrony, and in that moment, I felt so close to him, as if he was right next to me, holding me, talking me through it all.

My name sounded like heaven coming from his lips as he groaned it into the speaker, uttering expletives here and there as he came and came, his moans filling the quiet air of my lonely apartment.

Soon, we had both calmed down, and the line went silent for a moment, except for the sound of our ragged breaths.

Then, Jimmy spoke again, his voice soft and shaky as it sounded through the receiver.

“Oh, Cyn, darling…” he started, “That was... you are something else, you know that?” He chuckled, still trying to catch his breath as I giggled.

“Jimmy! It’s all your fault, you know that?” I teased and he hummed at that, always proud of his lustful influence on me.

“Mmm…” He purred, then, “I needed that, love. And you too, hm?” He murmured with a hint of amusement in his tone.

“Ready to turn in now, Cyn?” He inquired rhetorically, well aware of my now drowsy state as I sighed sleepily into the phone.

“Yes, Jimmy.” I replied instantly, breathing a puff of air contently as I cuddled the phone like a teddy bear, settling down into the sheets and pillows.

"I can't wait to see you tomorrow, Cyn.” He informed me, breaking the thick, sleepy silence on the line.

I was drifting off to sleep as I heard his voice, low and soft through the receiver, and a tender smile spread across my face.

“Oh, Jimmy. Me either… I miss you…” The words came out like a whine, and I felt the yearning coming back in full force, our dirty encounter and our late night murmurs over the phone making me long to be by his side more than ever.

“Soon, love, very soon. You’ll be in my arms and I’ll have you to myself, here with me… where you belong.” He said the words with such conviction, such love and passion, that it made my drowsiness halt for a moment, reality seeping through my sleepy mind.

“Sleep well, love," he murmured. "We’ll be together soon...” He said softly.

“Oh, and Cyn?” He queried.

“Mm, yeah?” I mumbled, sleep overtaking me.

“Thank you for that.” He murmured, sounding a bit shy, and just as sleepy as I.

I smirked, a Cheshire grin forming as I inferred of what he was thankful for.

“Thank you…” I whispered. "For everything, all the time..." I uttered before I reached the phone up and away, rummaging blindly in the dark for the telephone’s stand.

I hung up the phone, a sense of peace settling over me as I soon drifted off into a deep slumber, the promise of sleep finally in reach.

I replayed and dreamed of him, his voice, our shared pleasure. Tomorrow, I’d be in his arms… ‘no more back and forth’. I’d be by his side, seeing his home for the first time, experiencing England for the very first time with the most special person.

The memory of our sweet nothings, our shared, blissful release and the way he sounded as he lost all control helped lull me to sleep.

I drifted off, a smile on plastered on my face, helplessly dreaming of England and Jimmy.

~~~

I awoke with intention and excitement, running on four hours of sleep, but never feeling more alive and joyous than I had in this moment.

I hurried and showered, packing the rest of my things in a haste, knowing I had to be in a cab and on my way to the airport if I was going to make my flight this morning.

I placed the important things by the door, airplane ticket, passport, purse, keys, book, and… oh God, that’s it, right?

I finished packing my carry on, throwing my toiletries and miscellaneous items, including the gift of a box set of J.R.R. Tolkien’s book collection, as well as a few vintage bookmarks, one signed by Tolkien herself, a special gift for Robert that I was sure he’d love.

These were a great find that I had Ellie look into, and she didn’t hesitate as she had an obsession for Robert. She worked for all the major book publishers, and was able to snag a few of the books, as well as the autographed bookmark from one of the editors that works directly with Tolkien herself.

I owed Ellie one for this - she certainly aided my, otherwise, barren ability to get anything of value or special meaning for Robert.

That reminds me - I have to call her!

As I ran around the kitchen like a madwoman, tidying the dishes and cleaning off the counter, I spoke to Ellie about how excited I was, but was desperately in a rush and promised to call her as soon as I landed.

We said our goodbyes and I was out of the door in a flash, dragging my luggage down the stairs and out of the front door of the apartment.

I expected a bare curb in front of my apartment complex, but, there was a large Cadillac awaiting me, a driver, not Ron, but a driver that I had seen during the last days of the tour, standing in front of the passenger doors before he noticed me.

His face lit up and he rushed to me, his words bubbling out of him with a smile.

“Cynthia Carpenter?” He inquired, and I nodded, unsure of what was going on.

“Mr. Page has sent me here to transport you safely to the airport for your flight. Please, let me.” He gestured to my bags, taking them in his helpful hands and headed for the trunk of the luxurious vehicle.

I stood frozen in place for a moment, in complete reverence. He sent a car for me? My God, I could get used to this!

I hurried into the backseat, and Mark, my driver, kindly held the door open before making his way to the drivers seat with a hop in his step. Soon, he sped off down the road to JFK Airport.

My heart was beating a mile a minute as I gazed out of the window as we neared the airport. I couldn’t believe I was going through with all of this. I had never done anything like this before, traveling to visit a man and his most sacred place, halfway across the world. This all seemed so crazy, very unreal, but I couldn’t help but feel exhilarated, even rebellious and proud of my actions of hopping on a plane all by myself to see Jimmy.

I told my parents the truth as I talked with them on the phone before shopping yesterday, and my father was supportive, and, without failure, my mother was not.

She was still unhappy with my choice of a companion, citing parental Miranda rights to me as she disapproved of my impromptu trip to England. I rushed her off the phone, promising to be on my best behavior, and that I’d call her as soon as I landed.

She was still chastising me as I slammed the phone down onto its cradle with a huff.

I shook my head of these overbearing thoughts as I remembered what I had to look forward to in hours to come in the day.

Jimmy… Plumpton… Robert’s birthday…

There was so much to look forward to. I couldn’t stop my mind from wandering to my oh-so special, nutty, rockstar lover whom consumed my every thought.

His name alone was like a redundant melody in my mind striking deep within me and sending shivers down my spine.

I closed my eyes for a moment, letting the image of Jimmy flood my mind. His eyes, his hair, his sweet scent - it was all a mix of things that I had come to love and appreciate more than words could describe. There was no way that I could ever be without him now, and a week has been far too long since I’ve had my hands on him.

I remembered the first time we met, how abrasive and forward he was from the moment he laid eyes on me. His gaze that travelled from my eyes to my legs then back up, his emerald eyes saying so much but he expressed so little in the very beginning. Now, here we were, crazy about one another, not able to go much longer than a few days without being in each other’s presence. This feeling was mutual and ultimately intoxicating, almost too much to handle, and I was too smitten for my own good - I knew that. But, there was no turning back now. I was in too deep and, truly, wouldn’t miss this opportunity for the world.

Mark veered the car, a sudden honk from a disgruntled driver behind us as he made his way into the long driveway into the airport’s lot. I jumped at the sudden pull of the vehicle, pulling my mind and body back to the present, to my reality.

Soon, we were in front of the expanse of the many doors to enter the airport, and curious eyes were on me as Mark helped me up and out from the backseat with a friendly hand, leading me to a cart that held my luggage.

As I thanked Mark for the ride and for being such a gent, I handed him a generous offering for his services and he was on his way with a huge smile plastered across his face.

I wandered around the airport, squinting up at the terminals, hoping I’d find my correct boarding line in a reasonable time.

As I walked and sought out my plane after check-in, my brain threatened to halt my actions, make me turn right around from this candid visit, and go back to the lonely comfort of my apartment.

These strong flickers of doubt pricked at me sending a swirl of delusion through my mind.

What if this didn’t work? What if his world, his special place in England wouldn’t fit us? What if all the chaos, the wild life of touring, drinking, lusting, was all a great distraction and now that Jimmy didn’t have much distraction now, he’d just see me as just another fleeting soul that really didn’t have much pull for him, and he didn’t really need me after all?

The thought made my stomach clench and I was suddenly sick with uncertainty. In his world, being so magnificent and powerful, how could I truly define myself as someone ‘special’ for him? How could I even compare?

I took a deep breath, trying to push my anxiety away. No, no, no… He wouldn’t have invited me if he didn’t mean it, if he didn’t want me… He wasn’t a man who did things lightly, or who did things if he didn’t really want to. He had always been very intentional, that’s just who Jimmy is. He needs me, he said… and I need him, as much as that doomed me. And that seemed to be the core of everything, the inevitbale truth. It could be love… in its purest, most complicated, all tormenting form. And I would have been downright crazy to turn down such a beautiful, thrilling opportunity of love with a man like Jimmy.

So, here I was, finally finding where the hell I was supposed to go, my prodding around the airport finally coming to a halt as I plopped myself down onto one the chairs in the lobby.

My flight was about to begin boarding, and I took another deep, slow breath, trying to calm my nerves as I stared forward, awaiting the minutes that I’d be on the plane, whirling off to England.

This was it. There was no turning my back, now, to the great unknown. My thoughts kept me entranced until I heard boisterous laughter in front of me.

A young couple were walking by, giggling like little kids, the woman was throwing her head back with a bright, unrestrained smile and laugh that echoed throughout the lobby. I watched the couple, a pang of tenderness and longing that swiped through my chest. Their laughter and smiles were so loving, carefree, and it reminded me of Jimmy and I, our special moments together, how he always made me laugh and smile without even trying.

I breathed out through my mouth as I lolled my head back, waiting for my cue to get up and soar toward the door of the long corridor to the plane that awaited me.

~~~

The flight was long and tiring. I dozed off multiple times, but the young boy behind me who kept kicking and tossing himself against my rickety seat, the old man next to me who decided to snore for half the flight, and the obnoxious, snooty, middle aged woman on the other side of me who decided to paint her nails and toes and twist and turn during the entire flight, kept me awake much of the time. Though the seats were more spacious, this didn’t help for my surroundings. It was almost as bad as coach. So much for first class.

Soon, I had made it off of the dreadful flight, with a huff, directly landing at Heathrow Airport, and fled to the baggage line to retrieve my large suitcase.

I tapped my foot as waited for my suitcase to make its way around the carousel, and after finally finding it, I practically sprinted to the payphones that I spotted across the lobby to make my rounds of phone calls.

First, I called my mom and dad, letting them know I made it safely, and they wrote down a good phone number (Jimmy’s home landline) to be able to call if they wanted. Next, the phone call to an excited, springing Ellie, whom was more than happy to hear that I’d made it in one piece to London, and wanted me to call her as soon as I received the chance after having some well-needed time with Jimmy.

And then, the inevitable call to Jimmy to let him know that I was here, and would be catching a cab to his home, that I read off of the notecard he had sent in the mail that he had transcribed his address on in his unique cursive writing.

I called and called, and his landline just rang, and I began to get worried as the phone just droned on and on with no answer.

Oh NO! Was he already regretting asking requesting me to come here? Was he avoiding me, now? Dear God, I’ve come all this way… and now may be stranded!

Why isn’t he answering?

I tried his number a few more times before slamming the phone back onto its cradle, and I sighed while running a hand through my hair.

I suddenly felt dizzy, like I was going to faint, and I decided to snag myself something to eat.

I retrieved a smoothie from one of the airport’s expensive restaurants, and had a seat for a moment thinking of what I should do.

Should I calll my parents, tell them Jimmy wasn’t answering and I may be right back on my way to Manhattan? No, no… they’d have a fit. My mother would be proved right! Should I call Ellie, tell her she was right to tell me to be careful, and Jimmy turned out to be everything everyone said he would be? No… she’d never forgive him. But neither should I!

As I got up, dragging my luggage around behind me, my arms becoming more tired with each second, I wandered back to where my flight released us, and stood for a while, pondering my next moves.

I went back to the phone, frantically dialing Jimmy’s number once again, and was met with the same drone of the unanswered line.

I groaned as I placed the phone, this time with more patience, back onto its wall stand.

What the hell am I doing?

I picked my bags back up and dragged them along with me for what felt like an eternity now, and I began walking away from the pay phones with an even larger hole in my heart and painful tinge in my stomach.

What the HELL am I doing?

As I looked up from the floor, my drooping posture struggling to keep my head held high, my mind running with negatives at a steady pace, the sight in front of me made me freeze with awe.

There was Jimmy, leaning on a banister, gorgeous as ever, hair perfectly styled and curly, clad in a white shirt and matching white blazer that were perfectly smoothed and unwrinkled, standing with Ron, whom held a sign up and out in front of him with my name written in magic mark across it.

I stared at them with my jaw practically on the floor, as they hadn’t noticed me yet, chatting amongst themselves.

I gasped at the sight, the thick tension of my thoughts of abandonment, and my gasp, which could be heard across the entire expanse of the airport, made Jimmy and Ron lift their heads up and toward me, eyes going wide.

As Jimmy realized I was now in front of him, our gaze unfaltering, the sweetest smile spread across his face, his pearly whites shining distinctly across the lobby at me.

I couldn’t hold back the goofy, giddy smile that plastered itself across my face as I dropped my bags and sprinted across the airport toward him, my arms wide and expecting.

He spread his arms, long arms and fingers wide and awaiting, appearing like angel wings, and I practically jumped into his embrace, my arms and legs wrapping around his body as my heart lurched out to connect to his once again.

Yes… This… This is what I’m doing. And thank God, I did it.

We just stood like that for a while, holding one another, enjoying each other’s tight, tender grip, neither of us saying a word, but we could feel one another’s hearts beating out of our chests. Our bodies seemed to mold to one anoyher’s perfectly, like they were made to be together.

Soon, we pulled away, and one of Jimmy’s fingers, soft and gentle, lifted my chin to meet his eyes once again, green and gleaming into mine.

He smiled softly, leaning down and placing his sweet lips against mine, pulling me closer into a passionate kiss, and the left over tension in the air melted away instantly, leaving me feeling as if I was floating on a cloud in the sky, engulfed in Jimmy’s grandeur.

He pulled away, gazing down at me once again, and his sweet voice and meaningful words took my breath away as he uttered them into the air.

“Welcome home, love.”

Home, was right. Wherever Jimmy was, always felt like home.

-

A/N

Hello, everyone! I am SO sorrry for the delay, life and work have been INSANE lately, kicking my ass, and have set me back the last couple of weeks. I promise I will try to get these next chapters out quickly and with a bang, because things will be stirring up as we progress into Cyn’s visit to England.

As always, I appreciate all of you for following along with me and the story and I thank you for your support!

Love you all, have a nice rest of your Saturday, see you all soon <33333

Link to Chapter 22 (Part One): https://www.tumblr.com/classicrocknlove/791249773826031616/spread-your-wings

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I was her love… She was my Queen

jimmy singing

oh boy!

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I love how long this story is!!!

Thank you for reading, anon! & many more chapters to come!

Work has had me swamped, but I promise chapter twenty one is coming very, very soon! <3

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Your spicy parts in the fix are sooo good. I would like more detail but the emotions are perfect

Thank you dear, noted!!! 💕🤗

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Snap to it! How many chapters are you going to make

a magician never reveals their secrets, do they???? you’ll just have to wait and see :p

BUT chapter twenty one is coming very very soon :)

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Jimmy Page aboard the Starship, 1975.

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do u have a personal blog? i’d love to to be your mutual, your writing is so good!

Ah, I just have this blog, for now. Maybe one day I’ll create another blog to share all of my feralness more personally with you all, bahahahhha

Also, my dms are ALWAYS open, message me! let’s be friendssss💕💕💕

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I’m on all fours I need more!!!!

BAHAHAHAH CHAP 21 IS COMING SOON I PROMISEEEEE

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Also I love ur humor in it. I know that’s hard. Also (if u don’t mind that we know) is Cynthia moving or is she going over “just for Robert’s birthday thing”

thank you dear and oooooh, well this visit will be solely for Robert’s birthday and a bit more fun, but ya never knowwww I never rule anything out 🙃😏

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SEND ME MORE MESSAGES TO MY INBOX 🌝

TALK TO ME LOVERS I ENJOY YOUR CONVERSATION 💕💕💕💕💕

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Ur stuff is always such a good length per chapter I love it

AH! I am glad the length is appreciated! I always hope they aren’t too long and I’m not just ‘droning on’… thank you thank you thank you!

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ever thought of posting your fic up on ao3?

Yes! I’ve thought about it, & I think I will get around to it one of these days haha

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~Jimmy Page Fanfiction~

Spread Your Wings

“I’m just looking for an angel with a broken wing…. But somehow, they always seem to fly, fly away…”

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Chapter Twenty

-

Night of August 16th, 1973

Plumpton Place, East Sussex, England

Jimmy’s P.O.V.

Day fucking four.

The phone felt like a lead weight in my hand, heavy with all the words I couldn’t fucking tell her.

Four days. Four goddamned days since I’d left, and I was going fucking mad.

Four days now… of silence. The rotary dial clicked and circled around as I helplessly, like a fucking desperate little sod, punched her number in again and again and a-fucking-gain.

My finger was raw from it, worse than when I’d played almost twenty-fours hours straight the day before, needing some kind of fucking release from this shit.

And I could barely play, that was the other bloody problem. My hand was still gashed and bleeding, and I still was changing my gauze twice a day. But I didn’t fucking care anymore. What was the point of playing with this fucking injury? My hand still hurt like all hell, and my muse was back in Manhattan, ignoring my pitiful attempts at communication.

Even Peter and Richard had come up to check on me, asking about her, and what the fuck was I was supposed to say? That I was prodding around like a hopeless twat while she avoids me?

I picked up the receiver and picked the phone up and to my ear and the dial hummed, a low, maddening fucking drone that held my fate.

“Come on, Cyn,” I whispered, my voice sounded horrid, laced with insomnia and my shameless begging. “Just pick up the bloody phone.”

The tone continued, a mocking sound that made me feel completely weak. Why can’t she just answer the fucking phone?

She hadn’t answered. Not once. For days now. Four days of calling, letting it ring until the line went dead. Four days of staring at the bloody receiver like she was actually going to answer.

She was driving me fucking crazy. I felt manic, and the Jack Daniels, the pot, the smokes that Charlotte left behind that left me coughing up my bloody lungs, couldn’t even soothe me.

Plumpton, usually my holy escape, my peaceful sanctuary of my instruments and compositions, now felt like a fucking cell.

Christ, what the fuck am I to do?

I slammed the phone back down onto its cradle, making my dismay echo through the quiet room.

I brought the paired joint and cigarette up to my lips frantically, inhaling the smoke as if my life depended on it.

I don’t even fucking smoke. Oh, what shit this all is. I could use a line right now…

Christ, Page, what the fuck are you saying? That’s what’s got you in this mess in the first bloody place. You need to come off of that shit, once and for all.

My stomach was in a bad twist as I thought back to what had happened back in Manhattan, remembering my mindless fucking attempt at being some hard-ass.

And fuck, did I remember.

The fucking coke… Richard pushing and pushing… Cynthia in her goddamn little skirt, my ‘never being able to hold back’, that motherfucker who dared even look at my Cynthia, and the sadistic fucking brawl that took place thereafter.

I could still see it all, clear as day… the broken bottle under the lights, the blood pouring from both my hand and that stupid twat’s skull… Cynthia’s eyes wide with fear…. a fear that I’d put there…

“You’re a bloody idiot, Page,” I muttered to the empty room, running a hand through my hair. God, it felt nasty, greasy, horrifically unwashed. I hadn’t really slept, ate, or showered. I was a fucking mess but I wasn’t able to really put forth any care.

If it wasn’t the bloody nightmares keeping me awake, it was Cyn’s face, her voice, the thought of her body on mine, keeping me up at all hours. The yearn for her to be back in my bed was enough to drive me to a point of pure insanity.

I fucked up that night. Royally. And now, I was paying the ultimate price.

Christ, I still remember the sound of her gasp, screeching and sharp, when I’d shoved that stupid git against the bar… that gasp was still ripping through me.

“That’s fucking it!” I had roared, my voice raw, nasally, filled with Richard’s supply, and laced with a fury that felt alien… uncontrollable… even for me.

Then the bottle. That sickening smash upside that cocksucker’s head. And her face - pale, horrified.

And she’d just stood there, frozen, until Richard and Peter practically dragged and pushed us down the hallway and out of the back door of that dreadful fucking club.

She had barely said a word to me after that, just watched as Richard practically tossed me into the limo next to her.

I was so high… high as a fucking kite, could barely see straight, and was suddenly seeing two of her.

I remember her scolding me, taking my hand in hers and being the helpful little saint she is - as she always is, despite my psychotic fucking conductoring of life.

And God, if it didn’t hurt more than hell when she had applied the pressure to my hand, trying to stop the river of blood flowing from the hole in my palm.

The ride to the clinic was silent thereafter, after she finally secured my fluids. But I could see, could feel, the silent fury in her eyes when we finally reached the mini hospital.

She helped me along the path, her lips pursed in a tight, thin line. Her face holding a look of such disgust and dismay… I’d never seen her look like that… and fucking hell, did that sting.

She hadn’t even looked at me when I tried to touch her afterwards, on the way back to the hotel, up on the elevator, and once we were in the suite.

She had kept her head bowed, probably because she couldn’t stand to look at me after I… fuck.

The doctor had sobered me a bit, especially after telling me I’d have a shaming fucking bandage and gauze over my hands for, could be, weeks after. I remember thinking over and over again; what about playing my guitar? What about playing with my Cynthia? Guitar…Cyn…Guitar…Cyn…… Christ, what a fucking plight.

She even seemed as if she didn’t want to be there with me, in the suite, with only one big bed for us to share… which she had never complained about before. I had turned her into such a naughty little thing, it seemed that exploring in the bedroom had become one of her favorite pass-times with me.

But there I was, fucking trashed, and strolling over to the window, pulling back the heavy velvet curtain to let some bloody air in.

It was a sliding door, not a window, but a sliding door that led to the terrace. I had tried to lean against it, the screen barely holding my body weight and before I could have fell right through to the concrete balcony, poor Cyn had to hoist me up and drag me to the bed.

And then, well… then there was the denial to me - and that was certainly something I wasn’t used to.

Women never necessarily used the word ‘no’ when it came to what I was requesting of them… in every department. Usually, these broads would hand over their bloody clothes and walk down the Sunset Strip if that is what I desired.

But, Cyn… no, not my Cynthia… she was too headstrong, too moralistic, too pure… and she only let her inhibitions run free when the time was right… and only with me…

But, not Sunday night, I suppose. No, she refused me, and fuck, was it deserved, imperative. But, that doesn’t mean that her declination stunned me any less.

It left me, ultimately, feeling ashamed, bloody worthless… maybe she felt the same…..

~~~

*Flashback*

Night of August 12th, 1973

The Plaza Hotel, Manhattan, New York

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The elevator ride was a blur of luxurious mirrored walls and heavy tension.

Once in the room, Cyn had practically wrestled me towards the bed, dragging my drunkard ass to the mattress before I fell through the sliding screen of the terrace.

I stumbled, my knees giving way, and her small body managed to catch me, her grip firm, and I could tell she was using all her goddamn might to keep me steady.

“Jesus, Jimmy! Please, just go slow.” She breathed, small hands grasping onto me.

Good God, does she fucking hate me yet?

One foot in front of the other, Jim… come on, keep up…. Don’t let her see what a fucking boozer you are… oh fuck it all, surely she knows already.

The room was bloody spinning, dancing with our shadows in the moonlight.

“Just gotta… lie down,” I’d muttered, collapsing onto the sheets. The linen felt like a cool wave against my overheated skin.

I felt Cyn kneel beside me, her expression holding a mix of exasperation, consternation… a hint of tenderness and sympathy at my state.

Her fingers, gentle and delicate, went to the buttons of my shirt. “Jimmy, you need to relax… sleep. Let’s get you out of these clothes.” She offered, soft hands taking care of me.

Yes, love… and why don’t you get naked too, yeah?

“Let me get you some water.” She stepped away for a moment, leaving me to my overbearing thoughts.

Fucking hell, she’s still here… she still cares… God, do I need her. Fuck, I hate needing anyone… but now… especially with the shape I’m in, there’s no one I’d rather have by my side… maybe she’ll nurse my hand back to health…

God, maybe I do love her… oh fuck, Page, it’s been a bloody month. What the fuck are you on about?

You knocked Charlotte up barely a month in, Jim… but mentioning the word ‘love’ is too fucking fast? Especially with a girl like Cyn…

You are in love, aren’t you? You stupid twit…

Stop thinking, stop thinking…

God, her hands feel so good on me…

Fucking hell, I‘ve got to have her….

“Mmm, you’re so good to me, Cyn…” I murmured, eyes half-closed, just watching her… Christ, she looks so gorgeous. So innocently put. Just perfect, so undiluted.

Her eyebrows were furrowed with concentration as she began to undo each of the buttons of my shirt, her movements so precise amongst the fabric.

The fabric fell open, revealing my chest, and she lightly ran her hands along my chest and shoulders as she peeled the shirt off of me. Her touch felt like heaven and I realized then that I’d do anything to feel it for the rest of my life.

“Yes, well… Someone has to be.” she replied to me, a small, understanding smile played on her lips.

She then reached for my belt buckle, the clink of the metal echoing in the room. I was still watching her. Her touch was light, clinical, like the doctor’s, and she unzipped my trousers with gentle hands.

Finally, once I laid in my briefs and socks, body languid and sloppy upon the sheets, she began to pull back.

“P-Peter said he got a room for me… I’m going to let you get some sleep. I’ll see you in the morning.” She informs me, tone flat and filled with perturbation. The previous events at the bar clearly still had her shaken up.

Fuck… no, no, no… you’re mine… you don’t need to sleep in another bloody room…

I reached out, my hand fumbling and shaky, my arm feeling a hundred pounds heavier with my nonsensical intoxication.

I found her wrist. Her skin was so soft, so warm. God, she can’t just fucking leave.

“Stay.” I whispered, my voice rough with the night’s violent encounter and my overindulgence.

She paused, her eyes meeting mine, little pools of blue sapphire now hazy and uncertain.

For a moment, just a moment, I saw something flicker in her eyes - a spark, some kind of shared understanding present there, with a quiet desire that mirrored my own.

My heart was fucking hammering against my chest once she finally retorted.

“Jimmy…” she said to me, her voice barely above a whisper, a gentle warning. I love how she says my name… usually she’s screaming it out to the heavens…

Christ, I can only imagine what she must think of me now. She probably thinks I’m just as much of a twat as the other bloke she had gotten involved with…

But, she’s here, and she’s still mine, after all… and I want her.

I pulled her closer to me, my fingers tracing the delicate feel of her wrist, then moved up her arm, around her shoulder.

I was cautious, but insistent, I wanted her to know how badly I wanted her, even to just touch her.

The scent of her perfume filled my nostrils and the feel of her gorgeous, smooth skin on mine turned me on beyond any point of sanity. All was lost… I was completely lost in her.

And I couldn’t give a damn of what that meant for me.

“C’mere, love…” I breathed, pulling her down, lower, until her face was inches from mine.

My lips found hers, tasting the sweetness of her lips, the softness of her mouth. And she opened up to me, as I knew she would… she always did.

It was a slow, deep, tender kiss, and I tried my very best to control my urge to pull her down further, rip her panties to the side and fuck her into the mattress, listen to her scream my name until the neighboring suite called to complain.

Her lips followed mine, parting, and a soft sigh escaped her that sent shivers down my spine.

God, she tastes so good, she feels so good… and she sounds so bloody helpless… Fuck, she could make a priest falter in his morale.

Then, just as our moment intensified, as my hand, which went on its own accord, slid to her thigh, her perfect little ass, she stiffened.

Her small hand came up, pressing against my chest, offering a barrier between our bodies.

Fuck.

“No, Jimmy…” she said, voice firm now, though still soft.

“Not like this. Not when you’re… like this.” She murmured, head falling with her let down.

“But… But, I want you…” I pleaded, voice cracking, a fucking pathetic, desperate little sound. “I need you, Cyn…” I leaned forward, just for her to retreat once again.

She pulled back, just enough to meet my gaze. Her eyes were still soft, going wide with my admission.

There was still a resolve in them, a quiet strength, and I knew she wasn’t going to back down from her conviction. She meant what she said, and I could tell this was surely going to stop here.

“I know you do. And… I want you too, But not when you can barely stand, barely speak… not when you’re going to forget it all by morning.” She shook her head, daring to look up at me.

Her movements were slow. “You just need to sleep, Jimmy. Just sleep it off…” She whispered, gently pushing me back onto the pillows, pulling the sheets up to my chin.

She leaned in, offering a kiss to my forehead, dodging my lips… a maternal gesture that both comforted and frustrated me.

Then she moved, turning off the lamp that sat illuminated on the nightstand, covering the room into near darkness.

I reached out again, unable to think straight now, the soft press of her lips on mine still had me in a fucking frenzy.

I knew… I knew that if I let her leave… I may never see her again.

“Cyn…” I reached out, one last attempt. “Don’t leave me.” I told her, not quite sure if I was talking about this moment in time, or generally speaking. Fuck, I sound like a goddamn broken record…

God knows I would get no rest without her tonight… And it was certain that I wouldn’t be able to stand ever being away from her if she decided that this was the end.

I heard her sigh, and her face showed contemplation in the glow of the moonlight.

Moments passed and I soon felt her pull away. I heard the soft rustle of her skirt as she pulled it down, then the sight of her arms lifting her shirt up and over her head.

Her creamy skin flowed in the darkness of the suite, as her soft white bra and panties left little to my imagination. I felt my cock hardening again just looking at her… God.

A few seconds passed and I felt the blankets lift up, and she slid her body in next to mine.

Her movements still seemed hesitant, almost shameful as she had ultimately gave in to me, my needs, and for that, I was thankful.

I pulled her to me, the feel of her soft skin on mine felt like a dam breaking. Relief spread quickly throughout my entire body like wildfire, almost leaving me breathless.

No quicker than she entered the bed, were we asleep, the night’s events leaving us completely spent and ready for a deep slumber.

~~~

And now, Christ, now I may never feel her skin on mine ever, ever again. She won’t even pick up the BLOODY LINE!

She had barely kissed or touched me the next day at the airport, as I walked around aimlessly with Peter and Richard, fans surrounding us, taking pictures, giving their fucking stares, inquiring about the stupid fucking wrap on my hand. I had to put on my polite hat, even if I wanted to jab every single last one them.

Cyn didn’t seem phased and she had stayed to the side, even though I kept trying to keep her close. I suppose she didn’t want to interfere with the fans.

She just stood there once the flight was boarding, waving to me, face contorted with sadness and disappointment in me as I walked off onto the corridor, bag in hand, my heart left in her little hands.

Now, the last few days, I’d been tossing the idea round and round in my head, to perhaps just get back on a fucking plane and retrieve her myself.

Maybe she’d like to come back with me, spend some time in England. I could surely get her out of work, that would be no problem. That Paul will be smoothed over for the next year after the photograph I allowed him to keep that Cynthia took of us.

Maybe an autograph sent in the post might just get Cyn set up for a position at Foxy’s London office. That’d be perfect… she’d be able to still continue her writing career, and be here with me, every day, every night, and I’d have her all to myself once and for all.

Shit, and Robert’s birthday is coming up… Robert had mentioned over the phone if I’d bring her up to his bash… but he has no clue of how badly I fucked up.

Christ, I’m sure Richard or Peter will fill him in shortly. Can’t keep a fucking thing private if they bloody well tried.

I snatched up the phone again, my fingers still trembling as I dialed. This time, I’d let it ring and ring until the phone services cut me off.

I had to hear her voice. I just had to. This was a necessary now, and I don’t think I’ll stop until I hear the sound of her sweetness through the line.

But, as the tone went flat once again, I realized that I may never receive the chance to hear it again.

“Please.” I begged on the line, my throat tightening with agitation.

“Just pick up, Cyn. I’m sorry… so bloody sorry.”

Then there was a click. My breath hitched as someone answered on other line.

“Hello?” I heard a woman’s voice drawl, clear and firm, but certainly not Cyn’s.

Goddamn it! I must’ve misdialed. My heart sank, plummeting to my gut when I realized what I had done and this random woman’s innocent answering of her telephone had gotten my pathetic fucking hopes up once again.

I slammed the phone down, hopefully for the rest of the night, if I could rightly control my fucking urges.

“Try again tomorrow.” I grumbled to myself as I took another swig of the bottle, of which, was the only thing that was keeping me from flying out to bloody New York.

~~~~

Night of August 17th, 1973

Manhattan, New York

Cynthia’s P.O.V.

The sugary rim of my glass shined in the dim lighting of The Onyx as I brought it to my lips to take another sip of my, now chosen drink, Sex on the Beach.

Ellie had finally dragged me out of my apartment, convincing me to shower and put some makeup on for a night out on the town.

I had only been going straight to work and back, avoiding everyone and everything.

Jimmy’s absence was taking a toll on me, especially with the way things had been left when he departed from Manhattan a few days ago.

Now, it had been five days since he left me with an aching heart and an uncertain mind of what the future may hold for us.

I certainly needed my time to think about what I should do, what I should even say to him.

Five days. And it had been nothing but days of my phone ringing off the hook in my apartment.

All day, into the night, there was a persistent, buzzing of my telephone that I refused to acknowledge. I’m sure Roger could hear its consistent ringing across the hall, and my lack of answering to it.

Jimmy, back in England, was probably pacing in his home, probably fuming, out of control, like he always is.

He’s probably wondering if I’d finally fallen into the Hudson River. Or, he’s thinking I’m with another man, like he usually was. God, his jealousy, mixed with the drugs, the booze, had put an ultimate damper on some of our last moments together before he departed.

I sat and thought about him, my brain, my scorned heart, yearning to hear his sweet, soft accent, wishing I could have him next to me.

I know he’d be holding me right now… surely whispering dirty little nothings in my ear about how bad he wants to make love to me… maybe even here, in the bathroom… Oh, God… I wonder if…

What the hell is wrong with you, Cynthia? He has issues! GREAT, BIG ISSUES! And here you are… drunk, imagining yourself hoisted up on the bathroom counter of this dingy bar with his face between your legs…….. He needs help… and you may need a psychiatrist, too, if you think that you could ever be the ‘help’ he needs…

I was entranced in my thoughts, staring off into space, and Ellie, noticing my blank expression into the distance, cleared her throat over the music that blared across the bar.

She reached across the sticky bar table, swirling her drink with her straw, a knowing smirk plastered on her face. My eyes threatened to roll at her next words.

“Thinking about him?" she asked, her tone upping in amusement.

“I’d bet you are still ignoring him, hm? Using all that self control you’ve got pent up inside you since he’s been away?” She giggled as the bartender brought us another round. Dear lord, can I really drink another one of these things?

Each one I drank… it had me yearning more and more to actually be participating in a little lovemaking on the beach with a certain raven-haired guitarist - who was driving me absolutely bonkers.

And that reminded me… he hadn’t called me today… Why didn’t he call me? Did he finally give up? I miss him… I miss his sweet, loving voice…

I tore myself away from my thoughts of Jimmy… and I just shook my head at El’s statement, her presence tilting slightly in my intoxicated line of sight.

My next Sex on the Beach was suddenly doing its job as I continued my generous gulps of it, discarding of the cutesy straw all together.

Another giggle, high and unhinged, bubbled out of Ellie, attracting a couple of stares as she nodded at me.

“I applaud you. After the scene he caused the last time we were here… Let him fuckin’ stew!” She encouraged, rubbing at my shoulder with a fond nudge, before hopping off of her stool.

“He deserves it.” I slurred, tracing the condensation on my glass. "After what he did…” The memory of his jealousy - that he had already promised that he’d stop - his snorting, his fighting… it all still stung.

But, luckily, the alcohol was numbing it, replacing it with a hazy warmth and I knew if Jimmy were here, the booze would be making me do unspeakable things to him right now… things I really wanted to do - things I already missed experiencing with him… only him.

I couldn’t help but wonder what he was doing right now… if he was sleeping, or if his recurring nightmares may have been keeping him up without me by his side to soothe him. I scrunched my face at the thought of him waking up in the middle of the night in a terror, alone and perspiring with fear.

I thought back to his words to me after the club in the limo, my stomach tossing with the conviction of his statements; ‘I’m no fucking good, Cyn….’

I shook my head of these images, these thoughts, hoping to drown them out, thinking of more positive memories of Jimmy and I. Our days together last week, the weeks before, even our days during the last bit of the tour…

Suddenly, a new feeling, a sense of arousal crept upon me, the drinks and my dirty thoughts of Jimmy suddenly causing me to flush.

I began picturing Jimmy in my head, kissing my lips, traveling further down, toward my…

“Cynthia, helloooo?” Ellie called, her body now next to me as she waved a hand in front of my face with aggravation of my spacing out once again.

I broke my train of thought and peered at Ellie, who held an annoyed expression before she spoke.

“I’m gonna go dance with Mr. Dreamy Eyes over there who has not wavered his gaze once this whole night! Will you be okay?” She inquires, rubbing at my shoulder and I smile and nod, shooing her away to her mystery admirer across the bar.

I sighed as I sipped on my drink, observing the expanse of the bar, and thought back to my boyfriend whom was now thousands of miles away across the ocean.

I looked to my left and saw the payphone, perched on the wall in a dimly lit corner, and it was unoccupied.

My eyes flicked between the phone and the table where my drink sat sweating, and I couldn’t control my next movements as my arms pushed me up and out of the tall stool, my feet hitting the ground with a thump.

I scurried over to the pay phone, fumbling a few quarters out of my sweater pocket, my hands working faster than my brain.

I thumbed the quarters into the slot of the rickety payphone and dialed his number.

The dial tone hummed in my ear. My heart beat frantically, felt as if it was going to implode within my chest. Each ring of the phone felt like it was an eternity.

What are you doing, Cynthia? Hang up! Hang up! Hang u-

Then, I heard a click. “Hello?” His voice. Deep. Sleepy. Raspy. Soft.

Oh, God…

“Heeeey, you…” I slurred, a drunken, goofy grin spreading across my face. I stifled a laugh as I heard take in a sharp breath, a grunt sounding over the phone.

“Can you guess who this is?” I giggled as I continued taking sloppy sips from my drink, my isolated corner hopefully drowning out the music that blared through the club.

There was a pause on his line, and then I finally heard his sweet voice again.

“Cynthia? What are you… Is that really you?” His voice sharpened, laced with a hint of surprise, and something else I couldn’t quite decipher. Was he relieved? Annoyed? Disturbed? Maybe more shocked than anything.

“It’s me! Surprise!” I giggled again, my words coming out in a hiccup which made me giggle more, the sound echoing in my private corner.

“Oh, Jimmy… You sound like you were sleeping. Were you sleeping? Did I wake you?” My words were uncontrollable and I reminded my brain to get ahold of myself here. The alcohol was swirling in my veins so potently, my words were tumbling out one by one, and not being run by my brain first. I began to wonder if he was sleeping peacefully, or if I had pulled him away from one of his many night terror episodes.

“Cyn, well, I - It’s, erm, four in the morning here, love. Of course, I was sleeping.” He insists and then, sharply, “Where are you?” The inquiry came out with a sort of demand to it, as if he had every right to know where and what I was up to.

“Uhm… I’m just… out!” I hurry the statement, hoping that he didn’t think that I wasn’t out with another man. His jealousy was an easy thing to trigger, that fact was evident.

“You are out? What, at a club?” He retorts, voice immediately taking a turn for fury.

“Yes…” I muster, shrinking down onto the stool that sat underneath the phone, stretching the cord down as far as it would go.

“Oh, Christ.” He started, and I could practically feel him rolling his eyes over the phone, running his hand through his hair. Ugh, I miss running my fingers through his curls…

“Where have you been, Cynthia? I’ve been calling and calling you… for days. Is this what you have been up to? Playing around the pub?” His tone was careful, challenging, like a tightrope walk between overt concern and accusation.

“I’ve been here… well not here, exactly, but far, far away from you… where you left me.” I stutter, the tipsy words tumbling out of my mouth in a hum.

I swirled the glass in my cup around with my straw again, thinking that I may need just one more to be able to get through this hell of a phone call with my agitated lover - whom I just had woken up out of his slumber to slur to over the phone.

Dear God, why did I drink this much?

Before he could retort, my drunkenness struck again, and I began unleashing all of my thoughts to him, unable to hold back, the sound of his sleepy, beautiful voice and my overindulgence of the night sending me into a haze that had me warm and giddy all over.

“So now here I am, all alone, drinking a Sex on the Beach… this is my favorite drink now!” I inform him, nonsensically speaking the words and continuing my spiel without faltering.

“Cyn, how many have you had?” He inquires, his accent upping its tone, and I could tell he was fully awake now, and heavily interested in my amount of indulgence.

“Hmm… let me think… one… two… three… this is my fourth - or fifth! I can’t remember now!” I chuckled at myself, counting on my fingers, hiccuping again and my drunken giggles spurted out of me with a boisterous volume.

“Jesus wept…” He sighed into the phone and I rolled my eyes at his expression of dismay. The nerve of him being, seemingly, irritated at my drinking when he’s surely divulged in every substance imaginable!

“Oh, calm down, will you, James?” I scold him, scoffing, all while smirking at my mention of his given name.

“James?” He asked, repeating me, sounding almost amused. “Christ, Cyn, you are plastered.” He chastises, and I could, again, just picture him pacing around with the phone cradled to his ear with his creamy shoulder holding it up, something he did frequently when he used the phone in my apartment.

“Am not!” I reply with an uppity, childish tone and I heard him snort a laugh.

“I’m just enjoying myself and this delicious drink… Sex on the Beach… we’ve never had sex on the beach, Jimmy… that could have been such fun…” I pout as I spill my drunken, titillating thoughts to him over the phone.

“Cynthia…” he muttered, barely audible through the receiver, a warning tone in his voice.

Though his voice was low, now, I had heard him, and I could tell that my statement had got him hot and bothered.

I wished I could see him right now, him in all his sleepy, ruffled beauty - a sight I had gotten accustomed to since our relationship began and now, was not quite willing to give up just yet - even if I should, even if that was what would be ‘best’ for me.

His voice broke me of my thoughts and I listened as he tried to muster more information out of me, his tone returning to its disconcerting tone.

“I’ll ask you again. Where are you? Whom are you with?” He investigates and I roll my eyes at his nosy inquisitiveness.

“Hmm… guess!” I giggle at my response.

“Cynthia, don’t toy with me. I can find out very easily.” He informs me with a firmness in his voice and I had no doubts whatsoever that he could do just that. At this point, I think he’s capable of anything and everything, including finding out my whereabouts and my cohorts in no time.

I groan at his power tripped declaration and reply before he could muster another threat of searching me out.

“I’m with Ellie, Jimmy, don’t worry.” I breathe out, sucking down the last bit of my drink. Jimmy was certainly ruining my buzz.

“And where is she? I don’t want you wandering around drunk. Christ, I know how you are… Put her on the phone.” He demands and I shake my head, as if he could see me.

“She’s right over here, talking to some guy that’s been eyeing her all night. If you must know for investigative purposes, he’s about 5’10, nice head of hair. Not as nice as yours, though…” I hiccupped, bubbling a giggle at my girlish words.

“Yours is so… ugh, perfect.” I admit, wishing I could take the statement back, but the alcohol kept my nonsensical words flowing as I imagined him again, smirking, phone clutched to his ear, black curls ruffled, emerald eyes narrowed.

A sudden thrill shot through me, a mix of defiance and yearning, still mixed with a hint of my longing arousal.

“Nice head of hair?” he spat, his statement laced with anger. “Let me get this straight. You’re out drinking, with Ellie, along with some twat, admiring his hair, while I’m halfway across the globe?” His voice escalated in its tone, his accent becoming sharp and dangerous. I immediately regretted my drunken admissions.

“What if something happens? Who’s going to take care of you, Cynthia? I’m not there… and you’re bloody trashed.” His English accent was continuing its scolding of me, but I wasn’t paying too much attention to his words, just to his voice that I missed so incredibly much.

“Oh, Jimmy…” I purred, ignoring his anger, focusing on my arousal I could feel radiating inside of me, hoping it’d travel through the receiver, across the Atlantic.

“I can take care of myself. But I’d rather you take care of me. You know… like you always do…” I trailed off, reminiscing the way his large, calloused hands felt on my body, the way his mouth tasted, the way he’d look at me if he was here right now, all warm and possessive.

A strangled sound came from his end of the line, a mix of a growl and a gasp. “Goddamnit, Cynthia. Not now… You’re killing me.” His words came out like a whimpery growl and I smirked with satisfaction.

“That’s what I want to hear… Not you being grumpy. I want to just hear your voice… I miss your voice.” I mumble, a shyness striking my tone.

I heard him sigh, a sharp outward breath sounding on his end. I didn’t wait for his response before I blurted out another one of my thoughts, one that has been particularly perturbing me all day, before I went out with Ellie.

“Why didn’t you call me today?” I demanded, my voice clearer now with my genuine curiosity. My question hung in the air, holding a certain irony, considering the last five days of his nonstop phone calls to me. The phone rang so much I thought it would fall off of the wall.

There was a beat of silence over the line. I suspected Jimmy may have hung up, until I heard his low soft voice rip through the line again, the sound of it making my insides melt.

“Didn’t call you today? I’ve been calling you every bloody day for the past week! You haven’t picked up… not once!” He exclaimed and I could just see him flailing one of his hand in the air like he does, adding dramatics.

My lips form a small pout, and I rubbed my bangs back, the bar suddenly becoming a furnace and I made a mental note to get out of here as soon as possible.

“But today, Jimmy…” I insisted, my voice wobbly, still holding my intoxication at its forefronts, “you didn’t call today…” I mutter, and I heard his inevitable sigh trace the lines of the receiver.

“Bloody hell.” His voice was a low, guttural growl, filled with frustration and longing.

“Well, you hadn’t picked up. I didn’t think you wanted me to call anymore.” He said, voice dropping.

“I will call you tomorrow, then.” He informs me and I hurry a response.

“Okay… well wait, don’t hang up, Jimmy…” I tell him, with hopes he hadn’t cut off our communication just yet.

“I’m not, I was just telling you that I will call you tomorrow… even if you don’t answer.” He finishes and my heart’s strings tug and my stomach does a flip at his affirmation.

“Okay…” I trail off, not quite knowing what to say but I knew that I didn’t want our conversation to end. I didn’t know if I was capable of talking to him again while sober. The alcohol provided me with such confidence and clouded all of my good judgement, of which, surely would be instructing me to stay far away from Jimmy and his… issues.

“Get home now, love. I will call in an hour, and for Christ’s sakes, please just answer the bloody phone so I know that you’ve made it back.” He pleads with me, voice becoming softer and tender, his accent smoothing the moment over.

There was no way that, now, I wasn’t going to rush out of this bar like a bat out of hell to hear his voice once again.

“Say you will.” He demands, voice firm and sexy. I’d never admit it, but I loved his forwardness, his power, his dominance. It was all so intoxicating… but I was intoxicated enough at the moment and needed to get out of here.

“I will.” I reply, almost too fast. God, I’m like putty in his hands…

“Good.” He says. Then, “Bye, baby.”

The line went dead with a soft click. I smiled, a tipsy, triumphant, delirious grin.

He was angry… clearly going manic without me. And now, I was certain, that I was, too.

I jumped up from the stool and hurried to retrieve Ellie, surely needing to drag her out of here by her hair. Her suitor looked ultimately disappointed at her departure, but I made up some excuse that I needed to get home right away, and she bought it.

But, I could tell, she knew exactly what was up. And for once, she held back, humored me, and we were off.

~~~

Morning of August 17th, 1973

Cynthia’s P.O.V.

I woke with a pounding in my head and an aching in my heart.

My overindulgence of alcohol last night, along with my overwhelming longing for Jimmy had me in a daze when I finally rose out of my lonely bed.

Jimmy had called last night like he said he would. I barely made it back in the apartment before the phone started buzzing and I answered it with haste, satisfying Jimmy that I had, in fact, made it home safe and sound and he didn’t have to send a search party for me.

He promised he’d call today, mentioned that he had a delivery for me and to stay home so he could make sure that I’d received it.

I sat in the living room, perched on the couch with a bowl of oatmeal splayed in my lap with the television blaring, waiting for the buzz of the phone or a knock at the door.

Suddenly, almost on cue with my thoughts, the phone began to ring.

I leaped from the couch with a sudden burst of adrenaline, and rushed to the phone, hoping that it was my English charmer whom had taken my heart away with him, all the way back to London.

And it was.

“Cynthia, my girl… how are you feeling this morning?” He inquires as I hoist myself up on the counter, cradling the phone to my ear.

“I’m okay, a bit out of it, but I’ll be alright…” I say, my tone light and soft, wondering what this conversation will bring about.

There is so much that has been unsaid, and I was withstanding my ground so well, up until my drunken stupor and uncontrollable desires I unleashed last night with my impromptu call to Jimmy.

“Cyn, I… I know that you are still upset about what transpired before I left…” Jimmy starts and I suck in a breath. Here we go. The dreaded conversation that I knew had to ensue.

I hummed at this, not quite knowing what to say. Of course I was still upset. He had snorted coke and started a brawl in a bar for no good reason - other than his inexcusable, raging jealousy, of course.

“I haven’t able to say all the things that I’ve wanted - needed - to say to you, love. I’m so far away and I know I surely drove you mad with my calls, but I-“ He began to explain himself and I cringed, remembering how I laid in bed in the morning, sobbing, pulled myself together, dragged myself home from work, laid in bed and cried more, as I heard the phone ring and ring. I knew it was him, but I couldn’t bring myself to speak after what he had done.

“About that, Jimmy, I’m so sorry for not answering. I-“ I began to apologize for my actions, understanding that I may have gone too far and I was positive, now, that I worried him sick.

“Cynthia.” He starts, voice firm.

“No, don’t apologize… Not after what I’ve done. Christ, Cyn. I’m the sorry bastard here.” His heavy sigh crackled through the line.

“I’ve been thinking about it, about us. About… everything. The fucking fight, the coke, fucking Richard and Peter joining in. It was a bloody mess. Please Cyn, you must understand that I…” He trailed off, seemingly finding his words. His tone was careful as he continued.

“I was an asshole. A complete fucking twat. I know I was. And seeing your face… how scared you were… then when I left, not knowing if you were still mine…” He almost sounded like he was ready to sob. My eyes welled up all the same.

“It’s been tearing me up, Cyn. It still is. I haven’t slept, barely ate or even played since I got back. Not with this bloody hand, anyway.” He was sniffling by the time he had gotten around to taking a breath from his deep expressions. I hoped his injury was beginning to heal.

An ache throbbed behind my eyes and I rubbed at them, the dark makeup from last night smearing my hand.

“Jimmy, you, I…” What could I say? That I missed him so much it hurt? That his apology, while welcome and appreciated, couldn’t erase the fear that still clung to me like a cheap suit?

Before I could muster a coherent response, he retorted once again.

“No, let me talk. Please. I need to get this out. I’ve been a fool. I can’t… I can’t do this without you, Cyn. I’ve tried. It’s no use. This country, the bloody playing, hanging around, it’s all just noise without you.” His words were coming out in short breaths, as if this moment was taking his breath away.

“God, I miss you.” He utters, voice shaky with his anxiousness that appeared from time to time. I wanted nothing more but to hold him close at this moment.

My breath hitched and my eyes burned with tears. A hopeful spark flickered in my chest, roaring with my lingering apprehension.

Jimmy didn’t stop there.

“I know I’ve muddled it all up. More times now than I can count. But I’m trying, Cyn. I really am. I want to be better. For you. For us.” He informs me, voice breaking and filled with sincerity.

“And I need you here. I need you with me.” His voice grew more urgent, a frantic plea.

“Come stay with me, Cynthia. Come to London.” He throws the offer out on the table and it makes me gasp.

Come to ENGLAND? Is he serious? He’s absolutely NUTS!

“If it means anything, Robert’s birthday bash is coming up, and I want you to be there, with me. Please, say you’ll come.” He continues stating his wants and needs, all the while, I am still in utter shock by his suggestion of my coming to stay with him in London.

“Say you will, Cyn. I won’t do this anymore. This back and forth. You’ll come be with me.” He finishes his proposal, and my mouth is still wide open with stupefication.

My mind was now racing, my heart was beating out of my chest. London? Robert’s birthday party? It all felt so sudden, so much all at once.

I was halfway to being fully convinced, Jimmy’s words had me completely invested, entranced even, until I remembered the number one thing that always seems to be in the way.

“Jimmy, I… I have work. Paul would never let me just take off. I can’t… I can’t.” The words came bubbling out of me, my voice sounding weak and wet, but Jimmy was not phased by this whatsoever.

A soft chuckle, sounded through the receiver, a sound that I missed, but also left me confused. What is funny?

“Oh, that’s handled, love. I called Paul this morning. Had a chat. Told him you needed a ‘well-deserved vacation for journalistic inspiration.’ He seemed to think it was a grand idea.” My jaw was now on the floor.

“He said he’d manage without you. Paul’s a good man. An understanding fellow, it turns out - as long as the autograph and limited addition Zeppelin record I promised him hits the post soon.” Jimmy was laughing and I was left in complete shock, silence radiating from my end of the line.

He’d called Paul? Without even asking me? The audacity of him! The nerve!

Yet, even though his actions were incredulous, a small, shocked laugh bubbled from my chest. “You… you did what?” I needed him to be as clear as possible.

“Yeah, Cyn. And I know, I know. I was a bit sly, perhaps. But I just… I couldn’t wait any longer and I couldn’t risk you saying no. Not when I need you here with me so badly.” He tries to reason. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing… and why was it all so tempting?

Should I do this? God, this is crazy… he’s so crazy…

“Besides, it’s all arranged, Cyn. Your ticket will be delivered to your flat shortly. You’ll leave in the early morning, be here before sundown. And it’s first class, of course. Wouldn’t have you flying any other way.” His contentment and satisfaction of what he had accomplished was evident, even through the phone.

“What do you say, Cyn? Hm? Will you come along and stay with me? I promise I’ll be good.” He says, voice softening, a hint of hopefulness in his tone.

There was no denying him any further. I wanted to be with him. And since he had already taken it upon himself to get me out of work, I had no other obligations to tend to. Except my parents. Dear lord, I’ll have to make up some kind of an excuse. What would they say if they knew I was traveling halfway across the world to stay with him?

“Alright..” I give in, my voice still weary, but I was overjoyed by the mere thought of coming to stay with Jimmy and finally seeing his personal, escape and domain.

“Oh, Cyn, that’s wonderful! Just pack a bag or two, love. Maybe even take Ellie along with you to that boutique down the road, grab a couple of dresses. We’ll be going out. I’ve sent over cash to take care of it all.” My mouth threatened to drop again at his overt generosity and nonchalantness of this entire thing.

“You’ll be here before you know it, love. And we’ll make new memories. Good ones. It’ll be lovely, Cyn.” He hypothesized, and I bit my lip anxiously, but my smile could have been felt through the receiver.

I closed my eyes, the weight of his words, his sincerity, was suddenly washing through me like a tidal wave.

The fight, the drugs, all of the recklessness… it was all still there, holding a dark shadow in the corner of my mind.

But, so was his beautiful voice, his pleas, his desperate need for me. It was all intertwined with my own pained heart, my yearning for him. The thought of seeing him, truly seeing him, again, made my stomach do somersaults. I was now fully convinced, and thoroughly excited.

“Okay,” I whispered, the single word a leap of faith. “Okay, Jimmy.” I reassure him, more myself.

His triumphant sounds were loud and clear through the line, representing his relief of it all.

“Oh, Cyn, baby… Thank you, love. You won’t regret it. I swear... I’ll make it up to you. All of it… You’ll see.” He tells me, voice now loud and boisterous, and I wished I could see his smile right now.

Maybe I was being a fool, but I was his fool, and he wants me… he needs me…

How can I deny him?

A small, hopeful smile formed upon my lips as I spoke once more, excited for the future.

“I hope so, Jimmy. I really do.” The receiver now felt light in my hand as the sound of his breathing, his further joy he expressed was a welcome comfort as I continued to cradle the telephone to my ear with my grin unfaltering.

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A/N

Hi everyone! Chapter 20 is now here and I am overly excited that we have come this far! I wanted to just express my appreciation for all of you who continue reading this little story of mine, and you have no idea how much it means to me. So thank you, thank you, thank you.

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Link to Chapter Twenty One: https://www.tumblr.com/classicrocknlove/790161228018384896/spread-your-wings