#John Bonham Fanfiction

[thefairywithboots]

Just Pretend (Robert Plant x fem!Reader)

Hello! So this is a fic filling out a request that I got from an anon request chosen from a bed-sharing prompt list. Prompt #6: "our cover is that we're a couple and it only makes sense to sleep in the same bed."

Summary: This is a story of an unnamed female reader who is friends with Robert Plant in 1968. She has recently broken up with her boyfriend, but he simply does not like being told no, and continues pursuing her. Robert offers to "pretend" to be her boyfriend to scare the guy off.

Ratings: T(?) preferably like 16 and up. There's no smut but there's high sexual tension and a bunch of innuendos, because I am apparently incapable of writing Robert stuff without it. So I wouldn't consider this entirely NSFW but reader discretion is definitely advised.

I tag:

@bijouxcarys @ourshadowstallerthanoursoul @jimmysdragonsuit13 @elliotironmaidenfan @tangerine1969

@callmethehunter @firethatgrewsolow @brownskinsugarplum76

@m-faithfull @dzdndcnfsd @friccinfricks @starstruckfangirlsposts

@elliotts-personal-property @jimmypage7 @teaforqne @chromations @n0quart3r

If you want to be tagged for future Robert Plant fics, feel free to let me know and I'll add you to the list. :)

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1968

It was early evening as the sun began to set, casting a warm golden glow through the windows of the small record shop where I worked. It had been a quiet day, it being Wednesday, with only a handful of customers dropping in to browse the stacks of records and chat about music.

The familiar sound of the bell above the door drew my attention from organising the records as it gently chimed, announcing the arrival of two familiar faces. I walked to the front of the shop and saw Robert Plant and John Bonham - affectionately known as Bonzo to all who knew him - enter the shop with easy smiles on their faces, clearly in the midst of talking about something that had happened at the band rehearsal that day.

The three of us had been friends for several years. Robert in particular was a regular customer of the shop and I always looked forward to him coming in. We talked endlessly about the music we loved and lent each other records to listen to.

I smiled as I greeted them, happy to see them after a long and slow day at work, eager to catch up. Bonzo was already flicking through the new releases at the front of the shop, concentrating on what he wanted to listen to next. When I looked at Robert and saw the sunlight making his golden locks look brighter than usual, I looked away.

He was my friend, and I felt guilty for finding him attractive. But over the past few months, I couldn't help but notice how much he had grown since we were teenagers. I had the urge to brush his hair from his face to feel how soft it was and to see how blue his eyes were.

And I would get extremely jealous when I saw how the girls would flock to him when he and Bonzo would perform a gig. This was expected; he was heartachingly beautiful, and he was only approaching his 20th birthday. But what I detested was when he would acknowledge these women and often vanish for several hours. It didn't take much imagination to know what he was doing with them.

I knew I had no right to feel this way. I had been in a relationship until recently and had no claim on Robert. Nevertheless, his presence continued to make me increasingly flustered.

As he leaned against the counter, he asked if we had any new blues records. He was looking for something new to listen to. It wasn't long before I was showing him the piles of records. We were in the middle of a conversation when I heard the bell over the door ring again.

I left him alone to browse the stacks while I went to the till to take care of the new customer. My heart sank when I saw Adam, my ex, casually looking at the records in the front. He had never been here before. He had always found my love of music rather annoying and couldn't understand why I would want to work in a shop full of dusty records. Which could only mean that he was here to see me, not the records.

"What are you doing here?" I asked him, feeling the need to keep some distance between us.

Adam's green eyes met mine as he took in the sight of me. "Why didn't you call?"

My brow furrowed as I shook my head. "I have nothing to say to you, Adam. We're over."

Adam moved closer to me. I backed away from him, bumping into a shelf behind me. "We can't... you can't throw away what we had because of one stupid mistake."

My eyes flashed with anger. "You fucked my best friend," I said through gritted teeth.

Adam looked away in shame. "I'm sorry. I've told you how sorry I am."

I turned away from him to go back to the till. Adam reached out and grabbed my hand. I tried to pull it away, but he was much stronger than me. "Let go of me!" I said, trying but failing not to sound panicked.

Adam tried to pull me against him, to hold me. "Y/N, you can't do this, I still love you..."

"I'm pretty sure she told you to let her go," John's voice cut through Adam's pleading. He was standing at the edge of the aisle, glaring at Adam.

John was intimidating enough, but Adam had always been genuinely afraid of him. It took a lot to set him off, but he was known to do serious damage when he got into a fight. Adam let go of me immediately, refusing to meet Bonzo's gaze.

"Fine, fine. I can take a hint." He turned and walked out of the record shop, afraid to look back at me for fear of Bonzo breaking every one of his ribs.

Bonzo turned to look at me. "Are you all right?"

I took a deep breath and nodded. "Thanks..."

Robert came out of the back room, his arms full of records. He had missed the whole debacle with Adam. As he and Bonzo paid for their records, I did my best to calm down. With no one else in the shop, I thought it best to close up early in case Adam came back in after they left.

After all, I had to get ready for my friend Celia's birthday party tonight.

After paying for his purchases, Bonzo announced that he had to go home to Pat to check on the baby. This left me alone in the shop with Robert. I started to get ready to close up after he left.

"Do you need a lift home?" he asked me as we left the shop and I locked up.

I usually walked home, but Robert was a vintage car fanatic and loved to show them off to everyone.

"Um..." Before I could answer, Robert looked over my shoulder at someone behind me. I turned to follow his gaze and saw Adam watching me from around the corner. "Oh, shit."

"Isn't that your boyfriend?"

I shook my head. "Ex-boyfriend. We broke up last month after I caught him screwing Leila, my now former best friend. He came by while you were in the back of the shop, and... he wasn't happy about me ending things."

Robert's eyes narrowed as I explained. "Come on, I'll drive you home. I don't like the way he's lurking around watching you."

I didn't argue with him. I didn't want Adam to follow me home. I let him lead me to his pick-up truck and he opened the door for me as I slid into the passenger seat.

As he got in, I saw him glare at Adam from behind the wheel.

"You know, I never liked that bloke."

"Really?"

"Yeah. He seemed so... possessive of you. Like he saw you more as a trophy than an actual person."

I rolled my eyes at the idea of someone seeing me as a trophy.

Robert's gaze hardened when he saw that Adam was still watching me. "Hey, Y/N, can I ask you to do something?"

"Hm?"

"Lean a little closer to me."

I blushed at the thought but did as he asked. I didn't know what to expect, but what he did next made me yelp in shock. He pulled me closer until his lips were on my neck.

"Robert!" I gasped. "What are you doing!?"

He shushed me before trailing kisses up my neck and to my ear. His lips were even softer than I had imagined, and the sensation of him leaving soft caresses along the sensitive nerves of my neck made me dizzy.

"Showing this tosser that you don't belong to him any more," he murmured into my ear. His voice sounded like it was made of clouds.

I saw that Adam was still watching me, watching Robert kiss my neck. I stared back at him. Glaring, more like. I wanted to show him that I wasn't intimidated by him any more.

I felt Robert's teeth start to nibble gently on the skin of my neck and I felt a jolt of pleasure shoot straight between my thighs. My mouth opened as I moaned softly. The way my face contorted with pleasure must have been too much for Adam to watch as he finally walked away to his car, although he was clearly pissed off at what he had just witnessed.

I breathed heavily as I looked at Robert as we broke apart. The sound of my moaning had cut through the haze of lust that clouded my judgement and I realised what Robert and I had just done. Or rather, what he had done and my reaction to it only betrayed the attraction I felt for him. He had only done what he did to make Adam realise that I no longer wanted him, and my knickers were damp as a result.

I sat in the passenger seat, unable to look him in the eye. Robert started his truck and started to drive me home.

"Sorry about earlier," he said after a few minutes of silence. I stared out of the window, my face flushed. My hair was down around my neck. I was afraid to look at it in the rear-view mirror, to see if he had left a mark there. "I just... hated seeing the way he looked at you."

I turned to face him and saw that his eyes were on the road, looking sheepish.

"It's... okay." I stammered. "It... got him to go away, so..." I was afraid to tell him that I liked it and that I had fantasized about him doing that for so long. But that would ruin everything about our friendship.

He kind of already did that himself with the kiss, I told myself as we pulled into the driveway of my house.

As I was gathering my things, Robert was looking at me with an amused smirk on his face.

I felt my face flush even more. "What?"

"You plan on going anywhere tonight?"

"Celia's holding her birthday party tonight at her house. Why?"

"Just... wear your hair up when you go," he told me.

I felt my heart sink into the pit of my stomach, as I rushed out of the car.

~~

The hickey was even brighter than what I had feared it to be. I spent a good five minutes staring at it in the mirror of my bathroom as if I could will it to fade away. It instead only seemed to grow bigger.

I quickly covered my neck with my hair and started getting ready for Celia's party. If Adam happened to be there, then he would most definitely know where the hickey came from - he had witnessed Robert give it to me in the car park.

I showed up at Celia's house right at nightfall, and the party was already in full swing. Celia stumbled towards me as she exited the front door, giggling, barefoot, and already drunk. "You made it!" She threw her arms around my neck and handed me a plastic cup of something that smelled very strong.

She led me inside and the rest of our friends were playing drinking games. I however was unable to enjoy myself because I saw Adam watching me across the room.

So he had shown up after all. He didn't even like Celia. He didn't like any of my friends who didn't somehow benefit him, so why would he show up to her birthday celebration?

When Celia left me alone to get another drink from the bar, I had barely even sipped the strong substance that was in my plastic cup. It was also when I was alone that Adam decided to storm over to me, his glare piercing into me.

"So, you and Plant, huh!?" he demanded, so angry that I thought he was going to smack my cup out of my hands.

"W-what...?"

"Don't give me that shite. I saw you in the car park earlier this evening." His face was getting redder with rage the longer he spoke. "What do you see in him, huh!? Is it because he likes the same noise that you call music!? Is it because he got a job in a band with Jimmy fucking Page? Are you a rock star fucker now? Are you a groupie now?"

I backed away from him slowly but he wasn't finished yelling at me. He stalked towards me.

"Answer me, you whore!"

I backed into something solid and a pair of warm hands caught me to prevent me from falling. I turned around to find Robert standing over me; towering was more like it. He was so tall, he made everyone else around him look short.

He snaked his arm around my waist, pulling me against him. I felt my face go hot as he pressed his lips to my ear and told me to "just go along with it."

Adam's demeanor changed as he took in Robert holding me close to him. "What are you doing here, Robert?" Adam wasn't necessarily afraid of Robert but knew that if he tried to pick a fight with him, Bonzo would hunt him down and break his ribs.

"Attending a party with my girlfriend, how about you?" I felt myself jolt in shock at this claim. Robert gave me a slight reassuring squeeze. His tone wasn't friendly like it normally was. He glared daggers into Adam.

Adam narrowed his eyes, and I could see him trying to suppress a scowl of disgust. "Oh, so you've moved on so quickly?"

"I don't know what has your knickers in a bunch," Robert said while swishing his drink around in his cup. "From what I heard, you were the one who stepped out on the relationship, not her."

Adam didn't try to hide his scowl this time. "That isn't any of your business, Plant."

Robert's eyes met with Adam's his expression cold and angry. He turned to me, and his eyes melted into what looked like a warm ocean. "Let's get you another drink, love."

My heart melted when he called me "love." I looked down at the cup in my hands and didn't realize that I had been squeezing it so hard, I crushed it, causing the contents to spill everywhere.

I blinked as Robert led me away towards the bar. He asked me what I was drinking. I did not like whatever strong substance Celia had given me so I asked for something lighter.

"What are you doing here, Robert?" I asked him once he handed me my drink. He took a sip of what looked like whiskey.

"I saw Adam's car following us from the shop. I figured he would be following you to the party to try and get you to get back with him."

My stomach turned at the thought of Adam stalking me. "Why did you tell him we were dating?"

I felt Robert's eyes on my neck, which was still covered by my hair. "I thought we could pretend to be a couple to scare him off."

"Pretend?"

"Yeah. Like we did in the car. We don't actually have to do anything. Just... while he's still here."

This was completely unnecessary, and we both knew it, but the thought of Robert holding me again, of having his lips on my skin for any reason was too enticing. If it had been any other party, I would have just left and gone home early, but I wanted to be there for Celia.

I went back with my friends, and they were all playing Never Have I Ever with Celia, getting drunker by the minute. I sat down with them. They all recognized Robert and noticed his arm around me, and asked if we were a thing now. Robert responded yes, and I thought about how I was going to explain this to them in the morning.

Chances are, they'd be too drunk to remember anyway.

They poured us each a shot and the game picked up where it left off.

The questions got progressively raunchier ("never have I had a threesome" and "never have I ever eaten food off of someone's naked body" and "never have I ever eaten someone's arse out") all of which Robert drank to, and I sat there awkwardly holding my shot glass. The girls would giggle and say that Robert looked so cute and innocent, and that he didn't look like a sex fiend.

Adam had apparently been watching us because Robert would randomly kiss my neck and murmur in my ear sweet nothings. He was getting way too into the couple's facade for it to be just "pretend."

I had only had two shots out of the whole game, and was already feeling dizzy-headed. Celia told me where the guest bedroom was and Robert led me there with his arm around my waist.

"I'll stay out here and keep guard," he said while holding me upright. "To make sure that Adam doesn't come and try anything."

I leaned against him, my arms around his neck as I rested my head against his chest. He was so solid, so warm...

"No... come in with me... our cover is that we're a couple and it only makes sense to sleep in the same bed."

Robert led me inside. As soon as the door was closed, I pressed my lips hard against his, kissing him passionately, wanting to breathe him and take in every part of him. He kissed me back for a few moments, and I ran my hands through his soft hair, not caring about the consequences that would come in the morning.

"Let's get you ready for bed," he said while laying me down on the bed.

I sighed heavily and sprawled out on the bed with my legs apart, my skirt falling up around my hips. "Undress me..."

Robert's curls bounced as he shook his head, taking the comforter and covering me with it. "I'd want nothing more, but we should wait until you're sober."

I pouted and looked at him with big eyes. I tried sitting up but the quick movement made my head spin. I laid back down.

Robert took off his jacket and lay down beside me. I rested my head on his chest, breathing in his scent. I felt his hand run over my forehead and down my scalp, the feeling helping with my nausea.

Something about the two shots that I had made me candid, and I felt like I could say whatever I wanted, and claim that I didn't remember it in the morning, so I admitted what I would never admit sober: "I actually wish we weren't a pretend couple," I said while resting my head on his chest and my arms around his waist.

Robert looked down at me, as if he were contemplating whether or not I meant that or if it was the alcohol talking.

Finally, he pressed his lips to my forehead before saying "I've wished that same thing for years, Y/N..."

I had barely comprehended his confession before I felt the haze of sleep taking me over, and I fell into a sleep while blanketed in his warm embrace.

[xanticore]

𝐂𝐎𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘

Genre: Fluff

Setting: 1975 ,, Paris

Summary: The zeppelin boys were touring again. It was the mid 70s and you took a liking to their music. You ironically didn't have enough money for a ticket even after you told your friends you could go. Pretty bummed at the fact being concert day and a work day, a fellow member decided to try out your cafés famous croissants.

It was the day of the Led Zeppelin tour and you dreaded for not managing your money better. You tried throwing in some extra hours but your boss said no. You couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment. Your friends were all gonna attend the concert and you even got the courage to ask if anyone was able to buy you a ticket, sadly, they only had enough for one and some food money afterwards.

You huffed and just accepted the fate. Going into work and having people talk about the concert only made you jealous. It was worse when people recommend to play a certain record of theirs. It was a good album and they were touring off it. You tried your best to make it through the morning rush and brunch time.

Making coffee and warming up some of your famous pastries was your specialty. You were known as the coffee bean girl. The way you would make coffee of any kind was perfect for the tastebuds of the buyer. Nobody couldn't resist it. The cafe was a pretty popular spot having the occasional famous people of France come by. You were happy at the fact but it was always someone you wasn't really a big fan of; so it wasn't as special to you like the other workers.

It was now hitting 1 pm and you were the one left alone in the cafe to close up shop. You were currently sweeping the main floor and heard the front entrance ring as the bell door chimed. "Sorry we're closed-" You said before looking up and now was stuck frozen in place.

"Oh? is that so? I really wanted to try some iced coffee and a croissant. I heard this place had the best in Paris."

It was Jimmy. Your favorite member of the band. His soft british accent was music to your ears. He was wearing a white button up blouse and light brown pants with white boots. My oh my Jimmy looked like a Disney prince came to life.

"You ok there sweetheart?" He asked. You were quickly snapped back into reality and nodded. "I didn't know it would close at this hour. No one told me." He said a little embarrassed.

"Oh no Mr.Page it's quite alright. I can make something for you if you like?" You said trying to reassure him. you watched him giggle and it made your heart flutter. "No need for the formality darling. Just call me Jimmy. I really don't mind it at all." You smiled at his words.

"I hope it won't be too much of a hassle will it?"

"Of course not."

"Alright then~" He smiled sweetly and made his way towards the counter. You were already behind it looking at the famous rockstar observing the menu. "Can I get a small vanilla iced latte with a butter croissant please?" You heard his order and nodded. "That would be 4 euros." Jimmy paid his share and waited to the side as you made his coffee.

Jimmy went over to the record player and saw the last album that was being played. "Are you a fan of my band sweetie?" He asked. You looked up for a moment and nodded. "Will I be seeing you at the concert tonight?" You sadly shook your head. "No? Oh why not darling?"

"I couldn't get a ticket." You frowned. You finished his latte and sat it at the pick up counter. You then started to prepare his croissant. "Poor thing. Tell you what. Come to the venue and I will let you in on my behalf, since you're making my order while closed." He offered and your heart literally skipped a beat. "Wow thats...thats amazing! Im so happy thank you!" You said ecstatically. The warmer beeped letting you know the croissant is ready. You went along and took it out and wrapped it in the nice paper. You handed his drink and croissant to him.

"Thank you darling. hmm smells delicious honestly." He complimented. He first took a sip of the iced latte and was completely satisfied. He then took a bite of the croissant. "Woah-" He explained with his mouth full of pastry. You couldn't help but giggle as you walked around the counter going towards him. "How is it?"

"Devine. They weren't kidding..when people said you guys have the best coffee and pastries." His comment only made you smile and you couldn't help but look at his beautiful facial features. "Come on sit down with me and have a chat with me, uhh, (name)" You noticed how he squinted as he eyed your name tag. You blushed and you both headed towards a booth near the window.

The two of you talked for at least 45 minutes but it honestly felt like 45 seconds.

"I have to get going love, I have to prepare for the concert and all, and remember, come to the venue and say you're there on my behalf. If the security guards cause any trouble just explain to them..hell- even ask for me if it's necessary."

You nodded at his instructions still couldn't believe you got special access in the concert without having a ticket...not only that, you was able to meet him face to face so personal. It felt like you were talking to an old friend.

"Thats a good girl , you are." Jimmy smiled. Before he left he planted a sweet kiss on your cheek having you blush even more. "I'll see you later then sweetheart."

"Yeah~ 🩷"

a/n : I had so much fun writing this, all soft and cute. should I do a part two or just keep the original??

dividers : cr to owners

[samiwife]

I will always say that I love the way you write because it's really beautiful (I've read them about 10 times) Could you write some headcanons with Robert Plant or Jimmy Page? Because you're really cool at writing headcanons (I admire you😓😓)

Oh my god thank you so much!!!!! I love writing headcanons! Thanks 4 the support <3 Hope you enjoy <3

Headcanons and Preferences 𓆩⟡𓆪 (Ft: Robert Plant)

𓆩♡𓆪= Smut

ੈ✩‧₊˚= Fluff

⋆ ★= Angst

𓆩⟡𓆪 = Headcanons

Would always sleep in and you'd bring breakfast in bed for him

Collects records of his favorite bands

Walks around the house with a half-opened shirt exposing his chest

Great with kids

Always asks for kids

Cares a lot about his hair

Has a lot of hair products

Dances a lot in the living room

Constantly moving around otherwise he goes insane

Loves nature

Loves going on walks

Wears a lot of jewelry

For some reason he loves goats

Tries to work out but just gives up

Loves traveling

Would sing for you when you're sad

Would take care of you when you're sick

Sometimes he plays soccer in the backyard

Reads late at night

Loves fruit, especially oranges or apples

Always smells like tea, especially Earl Gray Tea

You always play with his hair

You also always mess with his hair

You tie up his hair in different ways

When he's sick he always drinks tea and listens to records

Sometimes he makes his own bracelets and necklaces

Rides his bike down the street to go to a nearby cafe

Tries to play guitar for you but gets mocked by Jimmy for not being good

Smokes cigarettes outside so he doesn't bother you

Gets jealous easily

Craves attention from you

Would stare down the person he's jealous of

Would make it known he's mad or jealous

When he's horny, he pulls you in closer and whimpers in your ear

Very slutty in bed

Moans so LOUD

VERY good during sex

He always loves it when you pull his hair during sex

Loves swimming

Eats scones a lot and drinks a lot of tea

Loves clothes shopping for you and himself

Holds your hand a lot

Has SUPER warm hands

SIngs anytime and anywhere

Would stare you up and down when taking off your clothes

Sometimes you cut his hair

He always talks in big words

Has the softest lips

Also, he has the prettiest eyes

HAS MAJOR BIG DICK ENERGY AND HE DOES HAVE ONE

Loves buying paintings and making some

Sleeps like a sick Victorian child (HAHA I'LL STOP)

Wears tight pants to show off his "size"

When you're injured, he'll carry you on his back and take you to safety

Always makes tea for you

Loves lying in the grass with you

Stealing his shirts is a must

Makes funny faces while singing

Winks at you constantly

Kisses on the neck and cheek are constant

Would say "baby" 20 times a day

Sometimes he calls you "mama"

You think he has a mommy kink (HAHAH I'M SORRY)

You sometimes think that he and Jimmy have a thing with each other

Sometimes he wears big fur hats to cover up his bad hair days

Lastly, he always cares about you. Even if you're mad at him. He'll try his best to make you happy again. He'll buy gifts, he'll hug you and kiss you to make you feel better. He will do everything in his power to make you love and notice him

THANKS 4 READING <3 TAKE CARE OF YOURSELVES <3333

[airam1quhs]

Hello, beautiful people, and welcome to my blog! This will serve as both an intro and Masterlist

I won’t bore you with too many introductions, but the basic gist is that I enjoy music and writing, and I’m going to post a combination of that here! There are also a few movies etc that are very close to my heart, so I’ll write for those as well.

I take requests, so pop them in the ask box and I’ll be sure to respond :)

(This is technically a side blog. My main is @airamiquhs, but it’s shadowbanned)

key: 🌟= fluff, 🍁= angst

Who I Write For:

GUNS N ROSES

🌟New Year's | S. H. (more soon :)

NIRVANA

🍁🌟Reassurances | K.C.

🌟, very slight 🍁 Aneurysm | K.C.

🍁->🌟 Working Things Through | K.C.

🌟 Pancakes | K.C.

(more soon :)

CHRIS CORNELL

archive of cc fics

🌟 a-z (sfw!)

🌟And I Said it’s Alright (tw panic attack)

LED ZEPPELIN

🌟Sleeping My Day Away | R.P. (more soon :)

MOTLEY CRUE (I don’t write for Vince or Mick atm, more soon :)

MANESKIN (more soon :)

BACK TO THE FUTURE (OG) (more soon :)

STAR WARS (more soon :)

NONE/MANY OsTricH wOMaN

(if the reader is not specified as gn in the request, they will be taken as fem! And lastly, I'm more than comfortable writing suggestive content, but I won't write full on smut! I don't have any issues with it, it's just a personal preference)

More info on people I write for here :)

Works in progress:

-continuation of one letter in my Chris Cornell a-z (request was for an after show "hookup")

-high school! Axl Rose fair date

-gnr & motley band drama :0 (Axl Rose)

-after the show (Kurt Cobain)

-having a nice dream?? (Izzy Stradlin)

-"this goes to my lover" (Kurt Cobain)

-it's been a long lonely lonely lonely lonely lonely time (Kurt x best friend from Aberdeen reader)

-short blurb about painting together (Kurt Cobain)

-relaxing with Chris Cornell

[bijouxcarys]

Upcoming Fic Teaser :P

Pairing: Robert Plant x fem!reader x Jimmy Page x original female character (hehehehe)

I'm just gonna tag some people, hopefully get initial thoughts??? (maybe, possibly, perhaps?): @firethatgrewsolow @brownskinsugarplum76 @keepcalmandcarryfire @the-may-queer @callmethehunter @jimmypage7 @whothefuckisanja @laysidel-dekie @jimmys-zeppelin @lil-melody @lemongrablothbrok @willem-dafuq @ri0thouse

He just looked so good.

But so did he.

And so did she.

Maybe it was the coke, well and truly infiltrating my system by this point. Or maybe it was a result of my third whiskey. I didn’t care. All I knew was that I’d never been this high, in multiple senses of the word, as I was that performance at Madison Square Garden back in 1973.

Apparently, they rarely, if ever, brought along a girl from a different country to another. And I held onto that feeling. Knowing that Robert Plant saw something in me that was worth bringing along over an entire ocean was enough to convince me that I had made the right decision to drop everything at home and take off with Led Zeppelin at the height of their success.

Honestly, I was well accustomed to the rock ‘n’ roll lifestyle by this point. I’d had encounters with smaller bands that toured within the UK by the time I was 17. But Zeppelin was a whole other ball game. An entirely different planet. 

I didn’t care that this would one day end and that I’d go back to my dead job at a record shop. It couldn’t be too bad, right? I mean, if I hadn’t accepted that job in the first place, I would have never had the honour of being on this tour with the world’s greatest band at all.

Never underestimate a rockstar’s tendency to visit downtown music shops.

Robert and I had connected somewhat over our mutual interest in the blues. I slacked off my shift to take him to our storage space, just to let him rifle through the records we’d recently received. One thing led to another and I ended up accepting an open invitation to join him on tour.

19 and on the road with Led bloody Zeppelin.

It was their third and final night in New York, which also marked the last show of the tour. There was a subtle sense of anticipation that built throughout the whole tour, and it materialised progressively through the partying; the drinking, the drugs… the sex.

Everything seemed to get more and more intense every night. And, God, did that night take the win by a fleeting mile.

[jonesyjonesyjonesy]

happy birthday bonz here are some passages that i hope encapsulated you ily ✨

wf pt. xiii

wf pt. xiv.i

wf pt. ixx

[lil-melody-moon]

Another fic coming your way, this time from Led Zeppelin. I had a written inspiration this time for it. This wonderful piece of poetry made by my good friend is responsible for the fic. Honestly, I didn't write anything like that in years, so I hope you enjoy this John Bonham x Female Reader, even if it's filled with sadness and longing.

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Title: Ghost

Summary: Dealing with death of a loved one isn't easy. Devastated after John's death, you recklessly go for the quickest escape from the pain tugging at your heart.

[maziecrazycloud]

Jimmy meets with Zeppelin to discuss new beginnings, Aisling receives a ill-timed threat from the Prince. The universe will never be the same. The tipping point of The Bird and The Silver Spoon has arrived, the inception has ended, the chosen sapling has begun to grow.

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Hello! Long time no see! As always, sorry for the delay between each chapter, but this one was justified. This chapter is crucial for me to set up correctly leading forward, as the description warns, "Nothing will be the same". I wanted this chapter to be as close to perfection as I possibly could get, and I really hope you all enjoy it as much as I did writing it. It was a daunting task, and I rewrote it a number of times, but this version is my best!
As always, Dark Tidings and Enjoy!
I would recommend turning on the songs "The Middle of the World" and "Dance of the Druids" for the last bit of the chapter! ;) (i thought id make this post with a bird, aptly names! Hehe)

CW: Animal Death, mild blood, anxiety attacks.

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[foreverandadaydarling]

Camelia Season.

You carry so much love in your heart. Give some to yourself.

Unknown.

June 22, Reykjavík, Iceland.

It had been a few weeks since he had talked with Helene and he only knew that after their last call it was better to take things slow with her, even more, if she was working so much. He knew from experience that her patience as endless as it was, could be cut short if she wasn't handled with care. And that was the last thing he wanted.

Realizing that he couldn't be daydreaming over her without knowing much of what her life is, he had put his mind to know as much as he could but when asking Anne, what he had found wasn't of any help.

Working too hard, resting poorly, rarely speaking and always alone. All of that he knew but what had happened to her to end like that? And the truth was worst than anything he ever imagined.

The first months of 1965 had found her dressed in mourning from head to toe, too pale and thin, the dark circles under her eyes coming to stay.

The pain she had been through was unmeasurable, the death of her grandmother had changed her world for the worst. Truth be told, she had done the best to keep her alive but even with her best intentions, it was too late and unfortunately the worst had happened. Nobody had been there for her and she, who had always been so confident, felt for the first time in her life, utterly and completely alone.

Depression had taken over her and she had lost count of the nights she spent in bed crying. In those lonely and dark moments, a small thought had come and gone, if only John would be here... John with his sweet nothings and tender hands, the one who could understand her pain without a single word, who could hold her to his chest while she cried her heart out and make promises that everything will be fine until she fell asleep with his lips on her hair. John, the same she pictured sitting in the dark of her lonely bedroom, always watching with tender eyes and on some nights with pain and hate, but always there haunting her, making her think, wonder and hope but she knew all that... all was in vain. She wanted to run back to his arms, explain everything and be his again, of course. And night after night she had made her mind to go back to him just to find at dawn that she was alone in her room except for her loneliness and the resolve to stay away from him.

It was too late for them, she was too broken and it wouldn't be fair for him to carry on with her even when he maybe just maybe still liked her.

Too stubborn to back down, she had to learn to live with the sadness, the emptiness and that sharp pain in her heart, she had to. The resolve to make her bones and soul stronger increased even more when she realized that money had run short and she needed a job.

After that, she had been just the silhouette of what she had been. The loneliness of the house when she came and found everything black as routine or the emptiness of family love and affection as a usual companion didn't hurt as much as the first days and with the months it became bearable and even comfortable.

She was hardened beyond repair, the death of her grandmother had marked an end taking with it the sweetness and carelessness of her youth and the people in her memories. She had stopped thinking and remembering, it wasn't of any use, her tired bones and the machine of life trying to break her were more important and dangerous, always breathing on her neck, reminding her that the world had beautiful and happy families whom rested peacefully on their beds at night and shared full meals. Families full of love and kindness, families like she once had but didn't want to remember...

Because that wasn't her world, she was left alone in the dark.

July 18, London.

What she will do if they sacked her too? was everything Helene could think at the moment, that and John's upcoming call. It was true he had told Anne the day and the hour but waiting for him make her nervous and the knot on her stomach didn't help at all.

Sitting on the small chair beside the telephone in Anne's darkening green living room while she played with the hem of her blue dress and a little white handkerchief that she clenched with trembling fingers.

Her support to Cristine was a mistake and she had realized that at the moment but the way they had shouted at her just for messing up the embroidery of a dress was unfair.

But what she will do if they sacked her? Was the main task at the moment. God knows that finding a decent job wasn't her forte and if she lost this, she will have to go and clean floors with Mrs Henderson, her unbearable neighbour. Heaven forbid! she would like to go deaf just in a few months then having to listen to her ramblings.

Maybe she should go and find a job at one of those luxurious shops on Carnaby Street even just to clean the windows but... No! she will do the embroidery and the hems... and the neck and... it was too much, and she knew she could handle it but a few hours was too little time to solve it and in a decent way because one of the most exclusive customers wanted for a big party and...

The phone was ringing marking that John was there, waiting for her. Be calm, be calm, she whispered but her trembling hand picking the phone told her otherwise.

Frankfurt, West Germany.

What she didn't know was that on the other side John was as nervous as she. Helene... How have you been? He asked and just by hearing her voice knew that something was wrong. Fine, I'm fine. How do you do?

Lying she was lying to him and she couldn't hide it. He knows her too well to tell how her voice had changed just a little revealing that she was hiding something. She had always had the bad habit to hide things from him, even when he could help her just for the mere mantra that she doesn't want to worry him.

What is it? He hardened his voice because honey-sweet talking wouldn't help him if he wanted at least, to know a little. A small moan was heard, always the same he thought and knew she was ready to fight him out. John, please don't. She answered stubbornly as she always had been but he knew best and trying to be calm insisted on knowing. Please Nené... John, I'm just tired, that's all...

You-are-impossible, you know? He said and the memory of a rainy summer afternoon when he had said the same words when she refused to go into a bar with him just because her hair was wet and her shoes with mud put a smile on his face until he heard her choke on her tears.

What a mistake she had made.

Nené... You can tell me anything... Everything and more... And I'll be glad to help. He added but she stayed silent. Could she tell him all her troubles? No, it was impossible and really, she didn't want to. She knew him and was sure he will be worried and distracted, the last thing she wanted.

But John could be very insistent and she had to be very cautious because, in the end, she will have to tell him everything as if crying wasn't enough to have him worried, she admonished herself.

A bad day, that's all... Work's too hard this season. I'll never marry of that I'm sure. She said with a brave voice and his heart was crushed at hearing that. If she only knew he was married and with children what she would think?

What he didn't know was that she was silently crying on the other side, unable to stop just because the thought that he could be married had come, despite her efforts, as soon as her words left her mouth and wondering if he wasn't in fact, married. All those brides she dressed so beautifully in white satin or brocade, those delicate veils she had to sew for their big days, wasn't one of them his bride? It always had been a fear she carried, one that reminded her of what she let go of.

Is that all? He said after a few minutes passed without a word. Yes... She said and he knew she was crying but couldn't find a way to break her walls, what about the band? Are you in England?

She added sounding desperate to distract him as if something worried her but he couldn't place what it could be, after all, it wouldn't be related to him, who only had met her twice and hadn't done something wrong to her.

No, we are in Germany... That's great she interrupted him and silence crept to the point that made him uncomfortable. It must be strange to be far away from home... He heard but before he tried to reply a loud sob made him go silent. She couldn't talk to him without being ashamed of herself, a poor dressmaker hoping not to be sacked because she didn't know how to survive and a man, who she suspected was more than comfortable and obviously would pity her. That was the last thing she wanted in this world, his pity and there she was, sobbing on the telephone without being able to stop. What a shame she was.

That same shame was evident to him, who was assured something was really wrong when she hurriedly spoke a poor excuse, I must go, John, I'm exhausted. I don't want to be mean but... I really must go.

And after that, not a single minute passed until the line went dead.

He was left speechless, worried and confused, the telephone on his ear and only one thing for sure: she was in trouble, he knew and felt it, and he have to find a way to help her.

End of July.

They had sacked her after all, but for a whole different reason. She was ill. She had been all the time but had thought it was best just to pass over the symptoms until one night she couldn't breathe and her suspicions were confirmed when the doctor told her that it wasn't a cold but something else, a lack of red corpuscles, tiredness, fever and... after all pneumonia.

He had wanted her to be admitted as soon as possible but she didn't come back the next day, as she promises him with the excuse of calling her family and after a week she thought she would be fine, just to faint at work as a consequence of a two-day series of high temperature and had to go straight to the hospital.

A week or two at least.

It was too much and she had to work to eat but her pleas weren't heard and when Anne knew what was going on forbade her of any attempt of trying to get out without the doctor's agreement.

So the first week passed and since she was too young and the hospital too full, the doctor said that only full bed rest, meals and home care will be good enough to have her back to normal. But after two days of Anne's watchful eyes, on a rainy day, she went to work only to be sacked with the payment of a few days that a thief stole her on her way back home.

I'm going to get up early and go searching for something new... She told Anne while sitting in her friend's salmon-pink bathroom, her friend only smiled and put some ice on her swollen red eye. I'm not sure darling, I don't think is the right moment, maybe I should speak to a friend of mine and ask him if he doesn't have something at the pub for you... But first, we need to get your eye back to normal and that cough over and well... That arm doesn't look good, You are the only woman who can fight a thief...

Anne, what I had to do? I don't have any money, but at least I tried... It had been quite risky to fight the thief and she knew it wasn't her best idea but she was so desperate that at the moment she had fought so hard that at least he must have some bruises too.

But she couldn't say that to Anne so, instead, she started to ramble about her reasons only to be cut short by her friend, Bobby and I will help you... Bobby was an Irish factory worker Anne had met last summer and the two were head over heels in love, the only problem was Bobby's conservative catholic family and Anne's free-spirited way of life. She suspected he wanted to propose but, Anne had been on needles and pins since she found she had to learn about his way of life and religion, even when in fact, he didn't mind at all if she followed them or not.

Anne... He's going to propose and I don't want to delay something because of my health, believe me, I'll be alright. But Anne wasn't fooled and turning to face her wanted to say something until someone knocked on the door. Go away... Go...

This isn't the final... She admonished but running as she was the words only sounded empty and trivial. Minutes passed and the ice in her hand started to melt and she took it off. After all, it was a horrible swollen black eye and some ice couldn't do miracles.

Look at this preciousness! Aren't they the most beautifully arranged? In her hands, a delicate bouquet of blue, pink and yellow flowers made her smile shine brighter than any star in the sky with such a humble devotion to the man she knew had sent them that she was warmed too at seeing her friend so happy.

Freesia Viridis is such a beautiful variety... They're so pretty Anne. She admired it closely and finding them fresh she went for a vase to put them before they started to suffer. Botanic had been a secret passion of hers since she was a child and her grandmother used to gift her books for her to learn something new. You know they mean unconditional love... she almost shouted from the kitchen believing that Anne was doing God knew what, but to her amazement back in the living room she found that Anne was standing frozen on her spot looking at her. What's the matter? She asked and her friend only hide for a minute to keep her tears at bay, before she turned and held her hands strong enough to have her attention.

You have such a beautiful soul Helene and I... I wish you could be as happy as you can.

I am. I really am, Anne. You don't have to worry about that. She said, confused and touched by her friend's words only hugged her and suggested they have a cup of tea.

September, 1964.

What's the matter, baby? He asked her a million times only to have her looking silently at the streets. Something inside her was different but he couldn't place what it was. She had been restrained to the point that she prefered her loneliness instead him and that had him worried.

He often had seen her in her back garden covered in mud, apron on and hair over her face, working restless day after day after work. She's getting everything ready for winter, her grandmother had told him while she assured him not to worry but the look in her eyes deleted her own worries. Helene withdrew from every single thing and person, moving through her daily schedule like an automat, without thinking or realizing how worried everyone was because, even when she appeared as normal as she could be, beautifully dressed and always polite, the emptiness in her eyes was haunting. And on top of it all, he was the most damaged because of all the people who crossed her path if there was someone who got the worst part was him. She often tried to pass him by with a cold shoulder even when he didn't do anything to her.

Two weeks of that. Two long weeks when she barely spoke to him until he caught her after leaving work and asked her time after time what was wrong with no answers.

You'll tell me or I will find someone new, that will do the trick he thought, her silence getting into his nerves, but what he didn't expect was her uncontrollable crying. That's.... That's.... True? She asked between sobs, her head buried into his chest. No darling, but tell me what have you like this?

I'm not enough for you... I know, and... You will leave me, won't you? Her sadness was too deep that even if he talked, her sobs so deep and ragged, wouldn't allow her to listen. Her hands were clutching his suit jacket with such force that they were leaving wrinkles.

Promise, promise me that you won't be ashamed of me... Promise you will love me forever... She begged him with desperation. He had been so hurt that hadn't realized that maybe she was suffering too and just didn't want to say anything to him. He was ashamed of himself for only thinking about him and that feeling only grew by that look. The look of pure heartbreak she gave him when she was brave enough to see him in the eyes, the one that haunted him for years.

He remembered thinking that it had been so strange of her to act like that. Those crying jags, shaking hands and swollen eyes while she asked time after time about his love were so out of character and even more how much had taken him to put her worries at rest because she always had trusted him without a doubt. At the very end and after taking her home, he only was able to have her asleep in his arms while her doll face showed the strain of her tears.

Years later he realized that it had been the beginning of the end, and he hadn't seen it.

August 1970.

August had come with the sad news of his father's death and he remembered quite poorly everything but one day after the funeral.

I'm so sorry my love... Mo had whispered while holding him close to her heart. His father had died quite suddenly and it had shaken him to his very core.

He admired him and was proud to be his son. He had been such a good father, the one he wished he could be for the girls. The girls... had lost their grandfather and the thought that they will never know him enough to realize what a great musician he was and how much they could learn of him made him miserable.

If not for Mo, what could have been of him? She had supported him and had been by his side since the news was told to him. Always loving Mo, he knew she was suffering at seeing him like that but her words of love and hope gave him at least, some kind of peace.

Thank you... He said and was led to bed by her. His frail body moved almost unconscious, his mind too troubled to react to the fact that he had left him and his mother alone. And now, realizing what it felt to lose a loved one.

That night the boys had called him, first Robert just to be followed closely by Bonzo and lastly, Jimmy. Peter had come on the following days, to give his respects to him and tell him not to worry about the band. All of them had been so nice that it had warmed his heart to know that they liked him that much.

But a hole had been made and he couldn't place what was needed to put the pain at rest.

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I'm Gonna Crawl

Chapter 24

After we left the restaurant he took me back to the hotel, no blindfold this time. When we got into the suite, he sat me on the bed and handed me an envelope. “Open it.” He smiled widely, his cherub cheeks slightly pinker than normal, the color striking against his alabaster skin.

I lifted the flap and pulled out a piece of photo paper. “Oh, no.”

“Oh, yes.” He grinned, baring teeth. “It is now my most treasured possession.”

“You just took these photos last night…” I was baffled by how quick he had them developed.

“I had them developed today, before Bonzo decided to trap me at the dealership.” He made a face at the memory.

I looked down at the photograph in my hands, debating mentally whether or not it was actually me posing for the camera. It looked like me but somehow a different me. Perhaps it was the fact that I never liked my photograph taken, therefore it rarely happened or perhaps it was the fact that I felt anxious yet happy when the photo was taken, forced, yes, but I was happy to make him exuberant by obliging his request.

“Do you like it?” When I looked up from the photo of me half naked on the couch, his face was that of a six-year-old who wrapped a rock in Christmas paper for his mother, anxiously awaiting her reaction upon opening it.

I nodded my head, gazing back down at the photo. I felt as though I were on a completely different planet, confused by the fact that I felt so far from my own body, as though I were in some stranger’s or in a pod person type situation. I mentally laughed at the absurdity of my recent paranoia. Obviously, I wasn’t in some live version of Invaders of the Body Snatchers.

“These ones are yours.” Jimmy derailed my intensely insane train of thought. “I have another copy of them on their way to my home in Scotland.”

“Scotland? I thought you lived in England.” I put the photos on the end table and walked toward him.

“I have a home in London, but I think I will go back to Boleskine.” He dragged a hand through my hair and held the back of my head in his palm. “With you.” His smile was breathtaking.

“What about my job, Jimmy?” All of my obligations were starting to weigh on me. “My apartment?”

He pursed his lips and gestured for me to sit down on the edge of the bed. He sat beside me and held my hand. “Like I said, I want you to think about it, love. But as for answers to your very reasonable inquiries, I do have some solutions.”

“I’m not quitting my job.” I blurted out, knowing that was the solution he would come up with.

“Of course not, darling.” He gave me a sour face as though what I was thinking was audacious. “With touring, my home life back in Europe is short-lived. Although, I’ve a feeling we all may be taking a larger break than normal…” He was stuck somewhere in his head, thinking and calculating.

“Your point, Jimmy?”

He looked up at me as though I had woken him from a dream. “Right, sorry.” He gave a small smile. “You can come home with me, see all of Europe, we can do whatever you want, all day, every day, then when it’s time for us to tour you can go back to Boston and work for the remainder of the time, then of course come back home with me.” He smiled condescendingly.

“Jimmy, I don’t think my boss is going to go for that.”

“He may if I have a word with him.” The way his accent curled around the word ‘word’ almost knocked me over. I was suddenly amazed by how over the early days of this adventure, I didn’t completely cream myself over his accent alone.

Back to reality, I shook my head at him. “I doubt–”

“Think about it.” He looked at me eagerly. “I’ll pay for your apartment while you’re with me so it’s there when you need it. Please, just think about it.”

I nodded.

“Now for tonight, we think of only tonight. No future, no past, just now.” He stood up from the bed and padded toward the radio and flicked it on. He grabbed my hands and pulled off of the bed and into his arms. He held me as though we were going to waltz and swayed around the hotel room to Dancing in the Moonlight.

When the song was quieting to an end, he looked at me, stopped moving his feet and held my face in his hands. “Do you love me?” There was a vulnerable glint in his eyes.

I was once again stunned by how forward his question was. I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out, shockingly to his amusement.

“You’re afraid.” He smiled but disappeared as fast as it had come. “Why are you afraid?”

I took a deep breath and wondered why I was so frightened at the thought of voicing my feelings. “Can I be completely blunt?”

He smiled again. “Of course.”

“Well, I will start by stating the obvious.” he nodded and gestured for me to continue. “You are a ‘rock star’, a very famous one at that…” His eyebrows furrowed quizzically. “You are a notorious whore, James.

The moment you grow even remotely bored of me, you’re going to find some other poor girl to fall in love with then I will be left heartbroken, wondering what’s wrong with me, all the while there is nothing wrong with me, I just fell for someone unattainable.” He opened his mouth to speak so I pulled a Jimmy and held up my hand to quiet him while I continued. “I am not afraid of heartbreak, it is a part of life and in its darkness grows spectacular beginnings, like this. But that’s all this is, a beginning. There is no middle, no end. It’s a dalliance, our dalliance.” I paused and gazed into his wide, soulful eyes. “If I admit my feelings, it will only be harder to walk away.”

He deliberated, taking everything in slowly. I could see the gears shifting behind his eyes, that calculating look he got when being mischievous, then it all clattered and I could see the shattered pieces all over his face and in his posture. A look only a man mercilessly beaten of all dreams has. “You’re not coming home with me.” He seemed to be mostly speaking to himself.

I held my fingers under his chin and lifted his chin to look at me. “No past, no future.” His eyes burned into mine as I spoke. “Just now.”

“Just now.” He repeated, trying to force a smile which quickly disappeared the moment I let go of his face. He cleared his throat and looked at the time. “We should probably get to bed.” He stood up and stalked toward the bathroom.

“Jimmy, it’s not even 10:00 pm.”

“It’s been a long day.” He murmured without turning around and continued into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

My heart sank heavily in my stomach. I could feel it poisoning me, making its way through every vein in my body, weighing me down and making me sick. “Fuck.” I muttered under my breath. I heard the water from the shower head hit the basin of the tub furiously and stood there debating my next move. Go to bed and hope he’s fine by the morning or give him at least one of the things he wants. I stared up at the ceiling, tracing the patterns with my eyes, my fists clenched so hard I could feel my nails tearing into my palms. “Goddammit.” I padded to the bathroom door and opened it quietly.

The shower curtain was drawn, covering the entirety of the tub. I could hear Jimmy softly humming the same tune he had been for the past few days. I took a deep breath and walked toward him, opened the curtain, held my dress up and stepped in.

He looked at me curiously at first then his expression became somber as he turned around to run his face under the water. “You’re going to get your dress wet.” He mumbled through the stream.

“I don’t care.” I placed my hand on his back, between his shoulder blades. My touch sent a shiver down his spine. When he turned back around to face me, I wasted no time. I clutched onto the side of his face with one hand, the other on his chest and pulled his face to mine. I kissed him hungrily, waiting for him to kiss me back with as much fervor.

He pulled away slightly and gazed down at me, his expression still somber. He opened his mouth to speak but quickly bit down on his lower lip and closed his eyes.

I rubbed his cheek with my thumb, my fingers tangled in his wet hair. I could feel the water from the shower head running down my arm, uncomfortably making the right side of my dress wet. “Jimmy.” He wouldn’t open his eyes, he just bit down harder on his lip and I wondered if this beautiful, naked, wet guitar god I held in my palm was crying. I took a deep breath. “Please look at me.” He lifted his head and slowly opened his eyes. Small teardrops fell from them, his emeralds glistening and the whites of his eyes slightly bloodshot. He gazed at me, his teeth still biting into his lip as though he were trying to keep the tears from pooling in his eyes. I held my other hand to his other cheek and pressed my lips to his firmly. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, the words swelling to the brim of my throat, scratching their way out. “I love you, James.” I whispered, the beating of the water in the basin much louder than my voice.

His eyes widened and his teeth retracted from his lower lip. “You love me?” His voice slightly cracked.

I nodded my head, my eyes glued to his. I knew I would regret saying it, only because both of us parting and going separate ways was inevitable, but I meant it. This foolishly brazen and stubborn man, though completely obnoxious in his courtship, had made me irrationally fall for him in a way I can honestly say no man ever had.

“Don’t say it to make me feel better.” He eyed me cautiously. “I don’t want that. I don’t want to make you feel as though you need to say it because I - as you so lovingly put it - throw a fit.”

I shook my head, finding it hard to hide my smile. I was elated in his presence. Something I didn’t think was possible only days ago. “It’s a dangerous game we’re playing, Mr. Page.” I looked at him seriously. “A very dangerous game. But I can’t deny how I feel and I can’t lie to you.” His eyes were starting to well. “I do love you, you absolute crazy, frustrating fool.”

He grabbed my face in his hands and kissed me hungrily. Deeper into the kiss his hand inched down my torso and rested on my waist where he clutched onto my dress and spun us around so I was directly under the incredible water pressure of the shower head. I could feel my makeup running down my face as the water engulfed me, his lips morphing to mine. Towering over me, my head tilted back, he kissed me deeper than he had ever before and for a moment I thought we might be stuck like this and if we were to be, I would thoroughly enjoy it forever.

When he pulled away, breathless and shivering he looked at me and grinned. “You still manage to look incredible, soaking wet.”

I smiled back. My eyes were drawn downward, his cock fully erect. I bit into my lower lip to keep myself stable but the thoughts running through my head were that of a very bad girl.

When I looked back up at his face his eyebrow was lifted, his signature cocky grin plastered on his face.

“Am I just a piece of meat to you?” He teased.

I satirized him back with a shrug to which he nudged my arm. “I do enjoy your meat.”

He made a face at my retort and laughed. “You are truly something else.” He looked down at me, my dress clinging to every curve of my body. “How are we going to get this off of you?” He gave my body the same look I gave his.

“Am I just a piece of meat to you?”

He looked up, light in his eyes and shook his head ‘no’. “You are a delicious piece of custard pie.”

“Custard pie?” I poked fun.

His teeth were deep in his lower lip as he nodded, a very distinct fog of lust hanging in the air, thick and palpable. “I want you.”

“Well, I knew that the moment I met you.”

“Cocky, are we?” He raised his eyebrows.

“You didn’t hide it well.”

“I didn’t want to.”

“Are you going to have me?”

He nodded his head, his eyes darker than normal.

I grinned mischievously. I moved my hands to the zipper on the back of my dress and slowly unzipped it then untied the straps around my neck. He watched impatiently, his teeth dragging across his lower lip. I leisurely pulled the dress over my breasts, down my torso, hips, until it fell to the bottom of the tub with a loud wet thud. I stretched my arms over my head, feigning a yawn. “I’m tired, I think I’ll go to bed.” I opened the curtain and as I stepped out of the tub he reached for my wrist.

I turned to him and watched as he shook his head back and forth. “No, you’re not.” He pressed his palms to my cheeks and kissed me again. I pulled away as his tongue tried to reenter my mouth.

“Mr. Page, you are being very inappropriate.” I teased.

He shook his head at me, grinning as he did so. “Are we playing a game?” He was excited by the prospect.

“I have no time for you and your games.” I feigned disinterest.

He let go of my wrist, his grin Cheshire-like as he watched me walk out of the bathroom, water trailing behind me. I took a robe from the back of the door and covered myself, listening as he turned off the water and dried himself off.

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Too Good For Me 𓆩♡𓆪 (Jimmy Page x Reader)

A/N: Hey everyone! Hope you guys are doing good! Just a couple things, please request any stories of any 80's or 90's bands you guys like. And lastly, thanks 4 the support. Hope you enjoy this spicy fanfic of Jimmy Page <3

T/W: Sex (of course), pet names, and cussing (Reader Discretion is advised)

𓆩♡𓆪= Smut

ੈ✩‧₊˚= Fluff

⋆ ★= Angst

College has been having you beat, all the exams and tests make you have to study every night. All you wanted to do was relax for a day with your roommate Jimmy. Jimmy was originally your friend when you lived in London. Then the two of you moved to the U.S. together to study abroad. Though the two of you went to different universities. The two of you still came back home to the same apartment to hang out with each other. Jimmy was always your crush but you kept it secret for so long. You thought Jimmy was too good for you. He played guitar, was kind, smart, and would always do anything for you. People would often even assume you two were dating, but that's yet to happen.

One night, you came home from a long days of lectures and studies. All you wanted to do was relax maybe watch some movies. You walked through the apartment door, and you saw Jimmy's shoes near the door meaning he was home too. You sighed, kicked off your shoes, and hung up your coat. Then you heard a bedroom door open. It was Jimmy walking out of his room. You assumed he just woke up because his hair was a mess and he was wearing only a bathrobe and shorts. "Hey love, how was your day?" Jimmy said walking over to you. You weren't happy at all, it was a Friday but you just seemed so worn out.

"Not good, god I'm so fucking sick and tired of all these exams and studying I have to do. When will I get a fucking break?" you said angrily while throwing your papers and books on the kitchen table nearby. "Aww, it's okay darling. All your hard work will be paid off soon. I think you're doing an amazing job." Jimmy said while hugging you and stroking your hair. Jimmy had always been supportive of you. He was supportive when you said you wanted to move to the states for studying. "Jimmy, how was your day?" you asked while letting go and walking over to the kitchen to make tea. "It was good, however my partners for a music writing project are arseholes," Jimmy said while running his finger through his hair. You boiled some water and took out a mug.

"Well, if they're assholes then turn in your own work. I believe you can do it since you are good at songwriting." You said while ripping open a tea packet. Jimmy smiles and walks behind you. He wraps his arms around your waist. Jimmy rests his chin on your shoulder. You blush hard, Jimmy is never usually like this. He would always give you hugs. But never this. "Jimmy, what are you doing?" you said looking at him. "Y/N, I know things have been stressful. Why don't I make things less stressful for you?" Jimmy said while nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck. You breathe in slowly, and you feel your heart race.

Jimmy kisses the inner part of your neck lightly. You groan quietly and quickly cover your mouth in embarrassment. Jimmy smiled at the sound of you, Jimmy grabbed your hands from your mouth and pinned them to the counter. "Don't be embarrassed sweetie, I want to hear you," Jimmy said in a low voice. Jimmy lifts his head up from your neck. Your face was still red from him kissing your neck. Jimmy kisses your soft lips and runs his hands down your thighs. The kiss deepened, and Jimmy lifted you onto the kitchen counter. You pulled away from the kiss.

"Jimmy, are you sure you want to do this?" You asked shyly. Jimmy smiled and pulled your face in closer. "Y/N, I know you like me and you know what? I like you too. Everyone knows it. So why not now?" Jimmy said in a low tone again. You looked down in embarrassment. "I always thought you were too good for me." You said with your head still down. Jimmy lifts up your chin so he can see you. "Y/N, you are the most beautiful girl I have ever met. You are smart, kind, and independent. I thought you were too good for me. I'm just a loser guitarist." Jimmy said with a smile. You blush harder, Jimmy notices and chuckles. "So what do you think? Shall we continue where we were?" Jimmy said as he rubbed your thighs. You nodded. Jimmy leans in closer and kisses the crook of your neck again. Then the kiss turns into nibbling.

Jimmy sucked and bit down lightly on your sensitive skin. You groan and whine quietly. Jimmy didn't like how you were quiet so he bit down harder. Causing you to full-on moan. Jimmy smiles in your neck and runs his hands down your shorts. He slowly slips off your shorts and underwear. Then you remove your shirt. Causing you to only wear a bra. Jimmy removes his shorts as well. Jimmy stops for a second and admires how your body looks. "Darling, you're stunning." He whispers in your ear. Jimmy pulls you in closer and kisses your lips again. Jimmy slowly slides his member in, causing you to wince. You never told Jimmy but you were a virgin and he can tell. "It's your first time isn't it?" Jimmy said slowly thrusting in and out. You moan as a response.

"I'll take it slow for you, love," Jimmy said thrusting slowly. You moan at any slightest movement. "J-Jimmy can you go faster?" you called out breathing heavily. Jimmy complies and goes faster. Thrusting in and out hitting your spot every time causing you to almost scream. However, Jimmy wasn't silent either. Jimmy groaned and moaned deeply. Without you asking, Jimmy went faster than before. You grabbed tightly onto Jimmy's back hard enough to leave red marks. Jimmy loved the feeling of being on top of you. You were always shy and timid but now you're screaming your lungs out calling out his name in pleasure. "Ugh god, Jimmy you're so good." You screamed out. "Darling, you're doing so amazing for me." Jimmy huffed out. Jimmy trusted for a couple minutes until you almost feel your climax. "J-Jimmy! I'm about to come!" You huffed out.

Jimmy cradled you and continued to thrust. "Me too love, you can come whenever." Jimmy panted out. After a few more thrusts, you climaxed and rode out your climax. Jimmy smiled and pulled out. You grabbed his member and started to move your hand up and down. Jimmy groaned and bit his bottom lip. You moved your hand faster down his member. Causing Jimmy to arch his back. "God Y/N, you're so fucking good." Jimmy huffed out. "Yeah, what's my name, big boy?" You teasingly said. "Y/N! Y/N!" Jimmy screamed loudly. "God, Y/N I'm going to come!" He said while his back arched harder. "Then come for me," you said moving faster than before. After a few strokes, Jimmy came all over your hand. It was warm and sticky. Jimmy took a few seconds to ride out the high of his climax. Jimmy was panting hard. You smiled and pulled him closer. You kissed his soft lips and stoked his hair.

"Y/N, that was amazing. You were amazing." Jimmy said while he wrapped his arms around your neck pulling you in closer. You blushed and cuddled your head into his shoulder. Jimmy chuckles and bridal carries you to the bathroom. "I'm going to clean you up, and maybe clean myself too," Jimmy said while carrying you to the nearest bathroom. You chuckle and blush. "Jimmy, I love you." You said in a shy tone. "I love you too Y/N" Jimmy said while gently placing you on the bathroom sink. Jimmy grabs a nearby towel and turns on the bathtub. After a few minutes, the bath was ready. Jimmy picks you up again and places you in the bathtub. Jimmy hands you some soap and a loofa to clean yourself. Meanwhile, he got up and went over to the sink, and cleaned himself. After a few minutes of the bath, you were done.

"Jimmy sweetheart, could you get me a towel? And maybe some fresh clothes too?" You called out from the bathroom. After a few minutes, Jimmy walks into the bathroom holding a towel and a fresh batch of clothes. "There you go, dear," Jimmy said handing you the things. You dry yourself off and put on the fresh pair of clothes Jimmy handed you. But you noticed the shirt you were wearing was Jimmy's. It smelt like him. You walk out of the bathroom and quickly Jimmy bridal carries you again and takes you to his bedroom. He lays you on his bed and quickly gets in bed also. You lay down on his comfy bed and you feel Jimmy wrap his arms around you and pulls you in closer to him. "Goodnight Jimmy sweetie," you said while kissing his lips one last time. "Goodnight Y/N, my darling," Jimmy said kissing your neck. You chuckle and fall asleep in his arms.

[psychedeliagroove]

I’m having a Bob Dylan phase

[kyunisixx]

caught

a/n: Hi, friends!! I know I hadn't been posting content as much but I've got plenty more brewing in my little cauldron (including a little something of Robert and the last installment for my small town lovers series) mwehehe. For now, here's a little something for you.

theme(s): oh dear lord this is porn and nothing but (NSFW!!!!!), also yes we get to see subby!jones.

In which Tuesdays are the bane of your existence and John couldn't wait until you get home.

pairing: john paul jones x fem!reader

 It goes without saying that Tuesday is the worst day of the week. 

Inconveniences seemed to occur on this damned day, you thought. It was last week, your co-worker spilled coffee grounds over you as she tried to reach over the top shelf for its container when it hit your head and showered you with granules of coffee. And though she had apologized profusely throughout the entire day on any chance she gets, you tried so hard to hide your vexation as you shook up coffee grounds wherever you headed to and all over your work desk. You smelled of coffee. 

Then again, on Tuesday, the week before that, the heel of your shoes broke off as you ran as soon as the elevator door slid open, trying to make it to your office within 30 seconds just before the start of your shift. Thankfully, you had made it in time, but then, you had to break off the other pair of your stilettos' heels so you could walk properly.

Today, your boss had decided to give you piles of work which were upsettingly due to be finished within days. 

You already had an hour overtime and you couldn't just wait to melt into the arms of your lover waiting at home. 

John had been home for days now. You had already spent the entire weekend following silly cocktail recipes, getting into bathroom sex, laying on the floor by the couch with your feet propped up on the seat just chatting or snoozing in the middle of the day. As much as you had wanted to take a few days leave to spend more time with him, your boss was just a pain in the arse.

Now, you grumble under your breath as you try to slide the key on your front door, cursing as it fell from your hands.

God, you were just so exhausted. 

You were able to unlock the door after trying the second time, resisting the urge to drop your bag on the floor as you carefully removed your shoes, putting them on the shoe rack. As you trudged across the living room, your ears caught a distant noise coming from upstairs. You stopped in your tracks, your drooping eyes widening slightly as your eyebrows frowned, catching the sound again. You wanted to catch it again right before you call out to John that you were home. And there it was again, this time louder, a groan. It sounded like it was laced in pain, and you panicked.

What if someone had broken into your home and John was hurt?

At this point, your exhaustion had vanished and your spine was stiff in fear and worry. However, you thought of the possibility that he may be seriously injured to call for help. So with wobbly legs, you quickly ran upstairs, going straight ahead to your shared bedroom and you noticed the door slightly ajar. You hear another whimper, and so without wasting any second, you push the door open.

And God, what a sight to behold.

Because John was not hurt. Not at all.

There he laid right in the middle of the bed on his back, stretched out with his legs spread slightly, yet also laid flat on the mattress. He didn't have any shirt on, and you could see the way his abdomen tense, belly moving in waves of unbridled euphoria. His arm was thrown over his eyes while the other… well, it was dipped inside his plaid boxers, moving in slow, fluid motions, fondling himself. You leaned on your door frame, your lips pulling into a smirk.

“Oh.”

With that, his head snapped up to yours, and all at once his movement stopped. You watched a bead of sweat forming along his temple and you locked your eyes on him. While his stroking had ceased, his hand never left his boxers. You dropped your bag by the door, padding up to him casually. You sat on the side of the bed and faced him.

Up close, his face and chest were dewy and red, his lips were swollen and bitten while his eyes were droopy and his pupils were almost ink black. Absent-mindedly, your hand found its way to his taut stomach and you felt his skin jump, as if he had been long anticipating your touch.  He was burning as your nails followed the trail of hair down to his navel, and you bit your lip as you reached his hip bone. Your own arousal had crept from the pit of your stomach to your pelvis, where you could feel the fabric of your underwear uncomfortably sticking into your seemingly melting center.

Your nails dug on his milky skin, marking it before pulling the garter of his boxers down until it reached his knees. His cock sprang stiff onto his belly; pulsating, dangerously beautiful and hard. You then took it in your hand, eliciting a hiss from John. He was hot to the touch, the tip was tinted amaranth as it glistened with the moisture of his arousal, the veins were almost painfully bulging against your palm. 

You hadn't said more than one word since you had come inside the room and John could sense the command and coolness of your movement as your thumb swiped over his tip, smearing the precum. You looked up at him, finding his eyes trained on you. Your hand found the fringe on his forehead, pushing it back softly before your fingers slid down to cup his jaw.

Your hand around his length started moving, stroking the skin along the hardness as you kept your fingers dug into his jaw, watching his mouth part and eyes roll back. His fingers curled on the mattress and you felt his thigh shake deliciously as you reached the underside of his cock. 

Then you stopped, smiling as his eyes peeled open to look up at you, “You need to get my hand wet, pretty boy.” you cooed, stroking his temples softly, “Come on, do it.”

In utter desperation, John takes your hand up to his mouth, pushing your index and middle finger against his tongue and you watch how his plush lips wrapped around as his cheeks hollow on your digits, wetting them with his spit. After a moment of him working your fingers and your thighs secretly clenching in need, he takes them out with a pop and guides your hand back on his cock once again.

Your motions were steady yet sloppy once you have engulfed the flesh, creating a slick sound that blended together with his whimpers, music that was so obscene and salacious. Every now and then, his hips would buck up to your hand whenever your fingers brush on his sensitive areas, all while resisting the urge to slip your own hand under your underwear to quench your lust. “This is what you've been up to? Hm?”

A moan was his only response as he fists the mattress, now unremittingly gyrating his hips on your palm. With that, you seized his jaw, nails digging unforgivingly into his clammy skin, bringing back his focus back to yours as your hand stopped moving.

“Answer me.” you grit your teeth.

“Please! Please, darling, I-I've been waiting for you all day,” he whines, now clutching your hand, gazing up at you as tears pooled in his eyes, begging and eager for your attention now. 

Satisfied, you resumed, now fast and unforgiving with the intent to bring him to the edge of his release. John was cursing, grasping at anything he could get his hands on, pleasure overwhelming his senses. With your right hand, you cupped his balls. A loud cry fell off his lips as ropes of cum covered your fist, his body quivering violently as you continued your pumping, prolonging his orgasm. 

Then you stood up as John watched, cheeks now wet with tears. You threw your thighs on either side of his chest and bunched your skirt up on your waist. By now, your underwear had gone drenched as your index finger hooked it on the side, hips aligning up on his face.

In his state, he still wasted no time, clutching your hips in his hands and pulling you down. The movement was so abrupt that you had to grab onto the headboard to steady yourself. You felt him moan at the first taste, tongue seeking through your folds as his hand tightened around your skin. Your thighs closed around his cheeks when you felt him reach your clit, rolling it between his tongue. He was gasping, feverish and desperate to taste more, and your hips started moving along his strokes, quivering and slowing down as the tip of his nose nudged your sensitive nub. With the need of release, you leaned back, supporting your weight with your palms and your gaze met his, catching a sight of his mouth making a work of you. Your head whipped back as you came instantaneously, a high-pitched moan drawing out from you. Your body stilled before slackening on top of him while John continued his assault on your cunt until you had to forcefully flich away.

It took you a few seconds to catch your breath and for your body to cease the tremors. Against your shoulder, you could still feel his hardness, unyielding and ready to burst. So you stood up with shaky limbs, positioning yourself by his hip, taking his cock up to your cunt, teasing along the flesh before sinking down.

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[jonesyjonesyjonesy]

Wildflowers (pt. xvii)

a john paul jones x fem!oc fic

summary: Julia Morgan knew nannying for three girls who had recently lost their mother would come with many challenges. But she never thought their father, the enigmatic musician John Paul Jones, would be causing her the most trouble. And while Julia is not in the business of saving broken men, her tenderness might be meant for more than little girls and wildflowers.

table of contents │ previous chapter

masterlist│ko-fi

notes: nsfw

a/n:  Merry Christmas from me to you. Hope it's worth the wait. 💖

pt. xvii, mulberry

“I feel like following you into the woods is the beginning of a fable of which I am the victim.”

Two weeks without Annie. When the cat’s away, the mice will play. And play we did.

Of course, my time was beholden to the girls and now, without Annie, I had extra responsibilities. On multiple occasions, John asked if he could compensate me for this, but I refused. A complication of sorts, our work relationship versus our newfound personal one. I simply did not want to conflate the two with any more discussion of money.

I couldn’t get enough of John. By day, he was my employer. By night (and morning and sometimes afternoon if we could help it) he was my lover. We hadn’t spent a night apart since his return from Montreux. My bed had become our haven, a safe place for us to talk and touch and tease. Just as the studio had been. But now we were much, much closer than that.

In just the two short weeks, so much had changed. John lasted longer and longer, as he had promised so adamantly. We became more comfortable bearing our bodies to one another, although in the cloak of night, most things feel possible.

I also noticed with the passing days, that John wasn’t just skin and bones anymore. The brittle edges of his ribs softened; his belly curved a bit more. He was hungry again. I’d never claim that I was responsible for this change. It’s just what the excitement of fresh, possible love does to a person. In the first year with Nick, I’d gained nearly a stone, which my mother was not shy to let me know.

Two weeks without Annie. I was exhausted. Kept busy by the girls who I desperately needed back in school as soon as possible. Kept awake by John’s seemingly limitless adoration. Everything was slipping through the cracks. Phone calls and letters went unanswered and much needed alone time fell through my fingers.

And I was so bloody happy.

But of course, all good things must come to an end.

“Annie comes back tomorrow,” John remarked to me while we washed dishes after dinner.

This was our new, after dinner routine. I washed, he dried. Strange to think it had become usual. It would all change tomorrow evening when Annie returned for dinner from her makeshift maternity leave. “Thank goodness. My hands are raw from all the washing. Who knew there was so much laundry?” I said wryly, running a sponge over another dish.

“Three children? Lots of laundry? Utterly shocking,” John chuckled, then looked over his shoulder at the girls who were playing a boardgame without argument (so far). “So, listen, Mo’s mother wants to take the girls to buy new school shoes.”

I handed him the cleaned dish to dry and shook my hands off of the scalding water. “Yeah? When does she want to do that?”

“I told her tomorrow would be good. Give you a day,” he answered and then softly added, “Give me a day.”

We exchanged a glance, John’s blue eyes glinting mischievously. I blushed and returned to the stack of dishes left to be washed.

“Something have you blushing?”

“No, it’s all the steam,” I replied. “Very hot.”

John laughed softly and then leaned his hip against mine, the pressure just enough to be purposeful. Always trying to test the boundaries of what we could get away with when the girls were in the room. “Shame. I was hoping it was my doing.”

My heart fluttered. “Me blushing because of you? Never.”

“Hm…” John buffed the plate in his hand. “Sounds like I need to try harder.”

I handed him the next plate. “You’re playing a dangerous game…”

“Don’t act like you don’t love every second.”

I pursed my lips, trying to hold back a smile. I did love every second. And if I was honest with myself, there was a slim part of me that nearly wished the girls would catch us. I was craving this budding love to be witnessed.

Then there was no way it could be pretend.

The next morning, Mrs. Hegarty arrived at precisely nine o’clock. The girls greeted her enthusiastically with hugs and kisses all around.

“Good spirits, I see,” Mrs. Hegarty grinned.

John sighed, “Yes, they are none the wiser to the exhaustion behind the scenes.”

Mrs. Hegarty touched John fondly on the face before grabbing my hand.  “You look well, Julia.” 

“Oh, you as well. Something to do with all the sunshine, no doubt,” I replied, hoping she didn’t notice how much my hands were sweating. I hadn’t said as much to John, but I was terrified that Maureen’s mother would be able to sniff our dalliance from a mile away.

“How are you spending your day off?” she asked me.

“I…well…errands,” I said and then laughed stupidly. “You know how it is.”

“I do. Always something,” she rolled her eyes. “Especially with little ones.”

“You’re lucky you’re not taking Julia to get new shoes. They have to special order them, her feet are so large,” John remarked dryly.

Mrs. Hegarty smacked him on the arm. “John! Your mouth…”

I gasped in laughter at her unintentional double entendre. “Why didn’t you warn me about this?”

“Then you wouldn’t have taken the job,” she replied, shaking his arm. “You…”

John eyed me with a smug smile on his face. I glared with all my might: You’re going to get it later.

Thankfully, Mrs. Hegarty moved on, ignoring any bit of tension. “Alright, girls. Say goodbye and get in the car.”

The girls did not spend much time on goodbyes, except for Kiera who demanded a kiss from both her father and me. I would die from the joy of domesticity.

“Try to enjoy yourselves at least a bit, hm?” Mrs. Hegarty said with a pointed look toward John. “All the working…not good for a person.”

“I’ll try my best,” John replied, taking her arm in his and leading her out to the car.

I stood at the door and watched as they said another goodbye. The girls leaned out the windows and waved to me. “Julia! Find a flower for me!” Kiera screeched with a big smile.

I laughed to myself. We had spent so much time exploring the woods over the past two weeks, revisiting the Flower Fairy poems, trying to find all the ones we could. Each new flower we found, we’d pick and bring home to press in one of the big encyclopedias kept in the sitting room.

Excursing into the forest hadn’t been a part of my plan for the day. In my imaginings, I only could picture fucking as much as possible in as many rooms as possible. Break in the house as if it was ours, so each nook and cranny had a memory of the way we made each other feel. That way, I could never be forgotten.

But the house was not mine, would never be mine even if John and I continued our intimacy beyond secret rendezvousing. Admittedly, from time to time, I would feel the blunt edge of guilt against my throat.

Warren House was Maureen’s. John had told me as much on the first day arrived. While I was not superstitious and did not believe in ghosts, her trace was in every room. Even the purchasing of the house was entirely for her. After all, she would be the one spending most of her time here and raising their children. In this way, I was overstaying my welcome. There was no part of the house I could claim as my own with John other than my little room.

For this reason, the woods…presented quite an interesting opportunity.

John watched the car peel off, his hands on his hips, his backside looking absolutely edible in his slacks, waiting until it was completely out of sight and then some before turning around to look at me.

We remained quiet as he came to meet me in the doorway. He slid his hands in his pockets and then leaned forward to kiss me. “Well,” he whispered as he drew away. “How would you like to begin?”

I did not reply, instead turning on my heels and making my way through the house to the sitting room. John followed eagerly behind me, but once I opened the door onto the terrace, he faltered.

“Where are you going?”

“For a walk.”

He frowned in confusion.

“You want to come?”

“I’m really not properly dressed.”

I shrugged slightly and then continued on my way outside. John followed without qualming any further, catching up to me and wrapping his arm around my hip. “You’re impossible, you know.”

“Am I really?” I asked and slipped out of his grasp once again, picking up the pace.

“Am I going to have to come after you, then?”

“I guess that depends how bad you want it.”

John’s pupils jumped wider. He cocked his head and curled up his lips. I knew that look. If I didn’t get ahead of him, he’d catch up to me too quickly. And so, I sprinted off in the direction of the woods, leaving him in my wake. He was not far behind me. My heart galloped like a rabbit running from a fox even though I was laughing breathlessly.

I arrived at the mouth of the forest first, where the trees bent like an archway, serving as the gateway into a different, verdant world.

“Alright, you win,” he said through gravelly breaths, approaching with slow strides. “Christ, I didn’t know how out of shape…”

I leant up against one of the trees, waiting for him with a smile. “Have to get out more, John.”

“Suppose so. Although with you around that doesn’t seem to be a problem,” he murmured.

I tucked my hands between my back and the bark. “Well?”

John approached me slowly, eyes scanning me up and down, until he was right in front of me. Too close if we were strangers. Much too close for my employer. He was still trying to catch his breath, each measured one softly touching my cheeks. “Well, what?”

I tilted my head back with a smile.

John didn’t tease me further; he kissed me softly, a hand to my waist and another by my head against the tree. One kiss turned to two, to three until he broke away and muttered, “If I couldn’t run from there to here, I really doubt I can get a leg over up against a tree.”

I cackled, grabbing his hand. “No, no, we’ve got to go for a walk first.”

John resisted me, feet staunchly planted. “I feel like following you into the woods is the beginning of a fable of which I am the victim.”

“Are you calling me a temptress?”  

“Yes. Absolutely,” he answered adamantly. “You’re a witch.” 

I tugged on him harder. John took several steps toward me. I was weakening him.

“You like to spirit a man away from his home and trap him with your feminine wiles,” he added.

“It gets lonely in the woods, how could you blame me?” I asked, adding to this mythology we were creating. “Trust me, you’ll like it.”

John clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes.

“Come with me, John,” I lilted.

He sighed, looking back up the hill and then to me.

“Are you scared of the woods?”

John scoffed, “No, I’m not scared.”

“I’ll protect you,” I replied. “Don’t you worry.”

John didn’t respond. I pulled again on his hand, a few more steps into the forest, the world growing verdant and shady. Something was keeping him, but I wasn’t going to let him abandon me here. “Fine. I’m coming. I’m a weak man,” he finally conceded.

I turned, not dropping his hand. “Come on. I have things I want to show you.”

We weaved through the forest, quiet at first. Eventually, John relaxed and followed without me having to guide him by the hand. When we came to the stream, I requested he take off his shoes.

John was wary at first and waited for me to remove mine. It was funny that a man in a profession such as his seemed afraid to take hold of his freedoms in a place such as this. And both of us being from the city, I understood his hesitation. If I hadn’t had my time at the farm with Auntie Gin and Graham, I probably wouldn’t feel as confident to claim my place here.

But for dust we are. And to dust we will return.

“Fuck, it’s cold,” John grumbled, poking his toes into the water.

I slid one of my feet against slimy, mossy rock. “You’ll get used to it.”

If I really was a witch, my spell had worked on him. He followed without hesitation. “I have to admit, this is not what I had in mind when I thought about spending the day together…”

I giggled as I carefully stepped further into the trickling stream. The cold water sent pangs through my ankles until I got acclimated to the frigid temperature. John followed behind me, his pant legs cuffed so as not to get wet. “What did you have in mind then?” I asked.

The forest sounds of rustling foliage and the tweeting of birds were only interrupted by the sloshing of our feet in the water.

“I expected to be more naked, I suppose.”

I laughed and gave him a smile over my shoulder. “Our feet are bare. Does that count for anything?”

“If I were that kind of man, perhaps.”

“John.”

“Oh, don’t be mean, Julia. People like what they like.”

“Right, like you like walking behind me right now, hm?” I flirted, glancing over my shoulder at him.

John reflexively looked down at my behind and then back at me. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t be shy. People like what they like.”

“Oh, hush.”

I laughed and walked a few more steps before stopping suddenly. John ran into my back and grabbed onto my waist with a gasp. “Julia!”

“Sorry, I thought I saw a tadpole! Didn’t want to step on it,” I said innocently, grinding my hips into him.

John tightened his grip on me. “Aren’t you just an absolute angel?” he asked through gritted teeth.

Before I could reply, he smacked his hand against my ass. I let out a ream of laughter and squirmed away. “Yes, I am. I care for all of God’s creatures. In all sorts of ways.”

“I’m familiar with your care, Julia.”

We returned to our pattern of walking through the stream, me leading, John following, pausing our conversation to take in the sounds of nature around us.

“How much longer?” he asked after a bit.

“Not too much.”

“I’m starting to think you really are lur – her – hah!” John cut himself off with an exclamation, accidentally slipping on a particularly mossy.

“Careful,” I warned.

“I was being careful!”

I gave him a look I would give one of the girls when they were being dishonest.

“I was! Swear!”

I started forward again, but not another step forward and I heard the same water sloshing, the same ridiculous exclaiming, and, this time, a loud splash. I turned to find John laid out in the water on his bottom, having caught himself to keep himself mostly upright. “I told you to be careful!” I cried out.

“The rocks are slippery!”

“Not if you’re careful.”

John growled to himself, looking like a drenched chick in a nest. He extended a dripping hand toward me. “Help me up.”

“Oh, no. I know exactly what you’ll do with that.” I turned back around and continued walking. “You’ll take my hand and then pull me down and then we’ll both we wet and –”

The rocks were indeed slippery, as evidenced by my feet sliding out from under me, throwing me straight onto my bottom and into the water. I was stunned into silence, gasping as cold water twinged against my skin and my dress soaked.

John stared to laugh. “Not if you’re careful, eh?”

I splashed him with water. “Shut up!”

John flinched, grinning ear to ear, and then splashed me back. Flecks of water hit my face. I scrambled toward him in the stream and sprung myself on top of him, enveloping him in a kiss. He caught me, nearly falling back all the way into the water. Despite being chilled to the bone, the kiss warmed us both right up.

“Well,” John murmured against my lips. “Now that we’re soaked, should we head back?”

I shook my head. “No, no. We’re almost there. Follow me.”

We helped one another carefully out of the water, rivulets of water flowing down from our clothes, creating sounds of trickling as we continued down the stream.

Only five more minutes of walking. Then, came the welcoming sight of the craggy rocks where the water spilled out from. I found the footholds up the bank that had been there since before I had discovered the place and John followed. At the top of the embankment, we could see it. My little pond.

Since I had discovered it back in May, I had been several times to lay out in the sun, to swim, to contemplate. It was somewhere I could escape to. And while I wanted to save it for me, I want more to share it with John.

“Are we here?” John asked, looking out at the water.

“Yes, we’re here,” I replied. “I come out here a lot when I can. To think.”

“Hm.”

“And to swim.”

John chuckled, “To swim. You’re something of a free spirit, aren’t you?”

I shrugged. “Maybe.”

“I admit, I haven’t spent much time in the forest. It always seems very frivolous, I suppose,” John said in thoughtful quiet. “Then again, I was here so rarely that I had to be with the girls.” He pursed his lips tight. He wanted to say more and was holding it back.

I had noticed this more often now. Moments that he would go somewhere else. When Mo, I assumed, would cross his mind. He would leave his present form, burrow into a memory, and time would stop. It was best to leave him to it. But not for too long, else he’d get lost for too long.

I walked over to a small tree, one that had become a friend of mine, with its branches extending like hands. I started to undo the zipper on the back of my dress. “You want to go for a swim?” I asked, pulling the bodice of my dress down my arms.

“Julia!”

I turned back to John, my dress hanging down over my hips, only wearing a bra on my upper half. His eyes darted to my tits. “What are you doing?” he whispered.

“Why are you whispering?” I giggled and then pushed the dress over my hips to expose my lower half.

“You can��t go swimming like that. Not in the middle of the woods.”

I shook my head, hanging the dress up in the branches of the tree to dry. “Oh, John. Don’t pretend like you’re all innocence, hm?”

“What if someone walks through and sees you in your…you know?”

“Well, they won’t,” I replied, undoing the clasp on my brassiere.

John’s eyes opened so wide I thought they might plop out of his head.

I couldn’t look at him as I took off my bra. Even though we’d be naked with one another, it was never in the pure light of day. I tried to hold back a blush, more exposed than ever. I thought about all my little imperfections that would be clear in the light: cellulite, body hair, and errant zit on my thigh. All of those things made me feel less like a woman and more like an ogre just because I had striven my whole life to be an unattainable perfect body.

Through the fear of being imperfect, I wanted him to see me.

I hung the bra on another branch on the tree, my nipples shriveling in the air, erect and prominent. “Besides, our clothes have to dry, don’t they?”

“I…I…” he burbled like a baby. “I suppose.”

I took off my underwear without much fanfare and hung them on the tree too. And then, shaking my hair off my shoulders, I walked past John to the rock I always jumped off of into the water. I felt his eyes the whole way over. It was nice to know that despite whatever violent delights he’d experienced in his strange, hedonistic life that he could still be surprised.

I dove into the water and left him on the bank. When I came back up for air, I looked up at John. His shock had morphed into a disbelieving smile.

“Come in the water,” I say, letting my feet float up to the surface.

John touched the bottom button of his shirt and nervously twiddled it in his finger. “Turn around.”

“What?!” I scoffed.

“Just…turn around, Julia.”

“It’s nothing I haven’t seen, John.”

“I know but…” he bashfully replied, looking away.

I couldn’t blame him; I had felt the same way.

“Just please,” John said with a pleading look.

I did. “You better be getting totally naked. No knickers.”

“Promise.”

I waited for a bit, trying to determine what sound I was hearing. The belt clacking, the trousers dropping, the leaves on the branches shuffling.

“Alright, I’m coming in.”

I started to turn.

“Don’t look!”

“John!”

“You promised!”

“You saw me. Can’t I see you?”

John let out a garbled sigh. “Just don’t act like you’re looking, alright?’

I sucked in my lower lips and smiled. “Alright.”

“And don’t say anything.”

I didn’t reply, turning my head slightly. In my periphery, I could see the peachiness of his new form, undetailed and bare. I turned a little more, finding him standing on the rock in glorious nakedness. There he was. Everything I knew so well and yet, in this light, so much better.

The things that in ourselves we define as imperfections were the things I gravitated toward. The slight paunch of his belly on his incredibly slim form, the disproportion of his long arms to his height, his flaccid penis looking shy and unsure, but full of a potential I’d grown to crave.

John was beautiful.

“You’re staring,” he muttered, wrapping his arms across his chest to hide his nipples.

I looked away. “Sorry, sorry.”

I didn’t watch as John leapt into the water, just felt the spray hit my face. The water stilled where he entered for the briefest moment. Then, he burst through the surface, gasping for air. “Bloody fucking hell!”

I started to laugh. “It’s not that bad.”

John pushed the sopping strands of his hair out of his face. “God, you really are a witch. Having me jump in frigid cold water completely…” He trailed off when his eyes met mine.

I sucked my lower lip under my teeth. The water almost came up to my chin with my feet touching the bed of the pond while John’s collar bone was visible almost entirely.

“What?” he asked softly.

I shook my head and then sunk under the water, pushing off with my feet and propelling backward, away from him. The water usual dampened the sounds of the rest of the world, but now I could hear John’s own movements in the water with me, coming closer and closer, until his hand wrapped around my ankle. In the soft slowness of the water, I let him drag me back toward him, my body curving, slipping down the length of his body until my feet were again touching the pond bottom.

We emerged from the water at the same time, a joint breath, the water now just beneath my breasts and John only an inch away, his hand having traveled up from my ankle to my hip.

I placed my hands on his chest tenderly. I wanted to explore every part of him, study him, make a topographical map of his body. I wanted to keep him. I traced my fingers along his clavicle to his shoulder, feeling the sharpness of his bones.

John leaned forward. I thought to kiss me. But instead, he nudged his nose against my cheek and pulled me into his arms.

We held each other for a while there in the water, arms encircling one another. Endless.

“Why are you scared?” I asked against his ear lobe. “For me to see you?”

I felt John’s simmering laugh in his chest. “Because no one’s looked at me in a long time,” he answered. He nuzzled his nose against my cheek. “And because you’re so utterly…not scared.”

I hooked my hand on his shoulder, leaning my head against his, shutting my eyes tight. “You’ve got it all wrong, John. I’m terrified.”

John hummed like he learned something he hadn’t expected.

“And you’re beautiful,” I added, my voice infused the way the leaves moved in the trees, so particularly quiet and ever-present.

“Oh, I’m not much.”

The last time I said that to a man was to Jimmy in the gardens of Plumpton. A shock of his memory panged in my brain. I pressed my face to his cheek, needful to forget the intrusive thought of Jimmy Page. “You’re really beautiful,” I repeated.

John didn’t shrink away. In fact, he gravitated further into me, turning his face to meet mine, his lips hungering against mine in a kiss. Our hips locked together, the water around us sloshing softly.

Water is a quiet thing until it is overwhelmed. It is pure until it is violent. And while John and I had communed and communed and communed together so many times, this was different. This was…

Holy.

“Let me see you,” I said breathlessly.

“You are.”

“No, let me –” I started to reach for the spot between his legs.

“Don’t,” John exclaimed, knocking my hand away. “It’s too cold, I’ve…retreated from the chill.”

“That’s such a polite way of putting it,” I giggled. 

He swallowed as he looked down at my breasts. “Well, I’m a very polite person.”

I traced my fingers down his arms to his hands and led him once again. He was under the spell completely now that he’d followed me into the water in the middle of the forest, naked. I had him around my finger. Just as I wanted.

To the shale rock on the shore that inclined out of the water, under a broken shaft of light where I often sat and sunned myself like a lizard after my swims. I spun him around and cornered him up against it. John braced himself. “Julia.”

“Up,” I demanded.

John swallowed, but followed my instruction. He sat on the rock, slowly backing out of the water.

My eyes immediately went between his legs where his cock that had indeed shrunk in the water, was now starting to come back to life in the sun. I crawled up onto the rock between John’s legs, regarding it with adoration before looking back to John. He was on high alert, sitting straight up as a pole.

“Lean back, John.”

He leant back on his elbows warily.

I ran my hands up the length of his legs, from his ankles to the tops of his thighs and back. I pressed a kiss to the inside of his ankle.

“Julia, listen…”

“Hm?” I continued a deathly slow trail of kisses up his calf.

“I know what you’re doing.”

“Mhm.” I kissed the inside of his opposite knee and drew my hands up to his thighs again.

John’s leg jerked and he let out a puffy sigh. “You know I won’t last, you know I won’t.”

I raised my gaze to him. “I don’t care.”

John’s breath halted in his chest as he stared at me.

“I want you in my mouth,” I murmured. “Would you let me?”

He blinked, mouth falling ajar. Then, he nodded.

I smiled, my eyes not leaving his as I returned to my trail of kisses. I didn’t want to miss an inch of the pale inside of his thigh. His skin was broken out in tight goosebumps, sheeny with pond water. Closer and closer until I got to the crux of his thigh and groin. I planted a long kiss to his hip bone before eyeing his member. His cock had recovered stupendously, hardening still by the second, foreskin tensing nearly all the way back from the head. I burrowed my nose into his shroud of damp pubic hair, teasingly close. 

“For Christ’s sake…” He was getting antsy. I loved making him squirm.

I kissed the base of his cock softly. It was hot, especially compared to the water we’d just emerged from. I trailed kisses up his cock, all the way to the head, following it as it curved to right onto his stomach. “You want to be in my mouth?”

“Uh-huh…”

“Want to feel the back of my throat?”

“Fuck. Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

I smiled, the head of his cock pressed to my lips. Our eyes met across the plane of John’s shimmering torso. I tucked my tongue under the ridge of the head, causing him to wince. “Sensitive…” I whispered and then popped the head between my lips like a lolly.

John’s thighs tensed around me. I placed a hand against his belly to steady myself as I slid him further into my mouth. Up and down, I bobbed. Painfully slow.

Every small noise John made was music to my ears, from the movement of saliva in his mouth to the way his breath was starting to wane to a whimper. I caressed the base of his shaft as I took him deeper and deeper.

Abruptly, John’s hips stuttered, shoving his cock up against the back of my unprepared throat. I drew back and gagged.

“God, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

“S’okay…” I replied, licking my lower lip, steadying my breath. “You can fuck my face if you want.”

John looked at me dumbfounded. “What?”

I blinked. I couldn’t imagine he hadn’t heard anything like that before or done anything like that before. “Why do you keep acting surprised by the things I’m saying?”

“Because I am!” he replied on a laugh. “Because…” His ruby lips twisted to the side as did his gaze.

“Say it.”

John’s cerulean eyes jumped into mine again with stolidness. “Because when I met you, you seemed like such a good girl.”

I smiled astonishedly. I hadn’t realized how much I’d subverted his expectations. And while usually I was annoyed that people assumed my purity, this time, I loved it.

“But you’re really…”

Bad. Naughty. Dirty. I didn’t care. I put him back in my mouth and returned to my rhythm before he could finish his sentence. John’s whole body tightened. Now, primed to take him entirely, I worked him into my mouth faster and faster, until the head of his cock pressed up against the back of my throat again.

John collapsed, groaning. “Fucking hell…” One of his hands found the back of my head; he knitted his fingers through my hair, encouraging and unforceful.

I took him deep and fast as I could. I was sloppy, but I knew it would serve my purpose. To taste him. With one hand, I massaged his scrotum; the other found his empty hand. John took it tightly, squeezing our palms together so that my fingers splayed wide. He needed me. Needed to hold onto me. First he’d been afraid to get naked and jump in the water and now he was at the mercy of my mouth in the middle of the woods.

John’s eyes were shut tight, mouth lolling open between gasps, curses, and –

“Julia…”

I had learned how he said my name warningly. But I didn’t need the warning. I could feel the skin tautening around his balls, ready to burst the moment I hit him just right.

“I’m g-getting close.”

I hummed to get his attention. John opened his eyes again and watched me wrench my hand around the base of his cock.

An anticipatory breath. Hand gripping my hair.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Can I cum?”

“Mhm…” I hooked my thumb under his scrotum and pressed it against his perineum. And just like that…

Boom.

John cried out nonsensically, mewling like an injured animal. He writhed and twisted as the orgasm consumed him. His seed painted my mouth in spurts as his cock spasmed, tangy and hot. I slid him out of my mouth and swallowed before the texture became repulsive. Then, I rested my head in the cradle of his hip bone, watching his stomach rise and fall to catch his breath.

His fingers wove through my hair back and forth. A growl of satisfaction rolled up from the pit of his belly.

“So good,” I murmured against his skin.

John finally stabilized and lifted his head to look at me. As soon as our eyes met, he smiled. “Fuck.”

I giggled and kissed his navel.

He ran his hands over his face, pushing back tendrils of wet hair. “Fuuuuck.”

“Good or bad?”

John laughed. “What do you think?”

I could have spent a lifetime between his legs, hands on his thighs, gazing up at him. “So if I’m not a good girl, what am I?”

John lopsidedly grinned and tugged on my arm until I was tangled up against his chest. Like we were laying in bed together in the morning. “A very good girl.”

I bit my lower lip and nudged my nose against his, inviting a kiss which he bade me.

John sighed heavily. “What can I do for you?”

“Nothing.”

“But all I’ve done is –”

“Pleasing you pleases me,” I whispered.

John did not contest this; he pulled my leg across his waist and we laid there in our afterglow.

While pleasing a man with your mouth can be a thankless job, it doesn’t feel that way for the right person. When the pheromones are correct and the way their moans hit your ear send chills down your spine, that’s a whole different kind of getting off.

That’s power.

John and I could have laid there on the shale rock for eons and become a part of the scenery. Birds, leaves, lovers. What is more natural than that?

Our silence was interrupted by a grumble in my belly.

“Should we go back?” John teased, touching my waist.

“Mm-mm. Here.”

I got to my feet and climbed to the tip of the rock, naked and unafraid. It abutted a mulberry tree, pregnant with fruit. I picked some ripe berries and brought them back to John who eyed me suspiciously.

“What’s that look?” I asked, popping a berry into my mouth.

“You know it’s historically a bad idea to take fruit from a beautiful woman,” John said.

“Well, it’s also a historically bad idea to take it from a beautiful man as well. So,” I shrugged, licking my thumb clean of berry juice.

John smiled and took one from me. “I guess we’re both going to hell anyway.”

“I’m glad you’ve finally caught on,” I replied and put a so-purple-it’s-black between my lips for him to retrieve.

With a smile, John put his lips to mine, tongue curling around the berry. Ginger and intimate.

We gobbled down the berries, tart and sweet, the seeds getting stuck between our teeth and juice staining our fingers. And then, with full bellies, we reclined again on the rock, retreating into the warmth of the sunlight. Idle conversation, little kisses, long glances full of something unspoken to. 

Ashdown was our Garden of Eden or our Underworld, depending on who you believe tempted who.

But fullness and warmth commune together to create an inconvenient sort of thing: sleep. And despite everything, John and I drifted off together in the blanket of nature.

I guess I’d be remiss not to admit that I was falling for John, although I would not let myself think the word “love”. How else would I have been able to fall asleep in the duff in the middle of the woods if not having him by my side? There was no pretense to what was between us. We already knew the shade of each other. Now all we had to do was bask in the light.

John jerked awake first with a sharp inhale. “Aw, fuck. I fell asleep.”

“Me too.”

He sat up, rubbing his eyes. “What time is it?”

I squinted up at the sky. The light had shifted significantly, sun directly up in the sky. My body was completely dry and my hair like straw.  “Early afternoon.”

“Shit. Shit.”

“The girls, what time will they be –‘”

“I don’t know, I didn’t think to ask because I didn’t think we’d be leaving the house. I thought we’d be –” John stopped and then looked back at our clothes, his forehead and lips tightening. “Shit.”

I grabbed his bicep. “It’s okay. We’ll be okay. We’ll just go back. And if they’re back early, I doubt their grandmother would say no to more time with them.”

John shrugged me off and bolted off toward our clothes, scrambling around the shoreline over the moss-covered rocks. “Yes, and what will she say when you and I trip inside looking all raggedy and strange when you said you’d be running errands and I said I’d be working. She’s not an idiot,” he said whilst ripping pieces of his clothing off the tree.

I watched him, wrapping my arms around my legs, feeling myself caving in. “We just went for a walk.”

John scoffed. “Not to mention the girls will have questions. And what is it that you say? They always know more than they let on or whatever.”

I didn’t recognize John through his mania. He had been so calm and confident, even teasing me in front of Maureen’s mother. Why was he trembling now? Why was he afraid of being seen with me?

He looked back to me anxiously. “Put your clothes on, yeah?”

I nodded and hurriedly followed his instruction. No romance, no playful flirtation. Didactic and direct.

Like we once were. All those months ago. I hadn’t felt like the girl, the ghost, in a while. But it all came flooding back to me now as John’s cold demeanor returned.

I followed him back through the forest, neither of us speaking. The long walk made even longer by the pounding of my heart and the deep wound of abandoning our haven. I had forgotten something important; Eve abandoned the Garden. Persephone didn’t want the Underworld in the first place.

They were temporary.

And John and I…

Temporary.

I shook off the thought.

Finally, we made it to the heath. I could still hear the laughter from hours before, except now we were silent and beads of sweat were rolling down my back from the hot sun hanging in the sky. I longed for John to look back at me just once to let me know that I was okay. That we were okay.

John went in through the sitting room doors ahead of me; I snuck in quietly behind him. He stood in the middle of the room, waiting.

The house was stupendously quiet.

“They’re not here yet,” John said softly.

“No.” I sucked on my lower lip.

John turned around to look at me. That coldness and worry had dissipated. He was smiling.  

All the worry in my heart disappeared. That’s how you know you’re doomed. When at one moment, you can feel like sorrow over the one you adore will kill you one moment and then, the next, they can make you feel like you’re on top of the world again. It’s like getting high. It’s like cocaine.

I suddenly felt so young.

“God, I was panicked,” John laughed.

I laughed too, shallowly. “Sorry, we should have just stayed at the house. I don’t know what I was thinking or –”

“No, no, no,” John cut me off and came over to me. He encircled his arms around my waist. “Your cheeks are red.”

“So are yours,” I replied. I couldn’t look him in the eye.

John touched my cheek. It was tender, sun-singed. “Have I upset you?”

I shook my head. “No, no. You just scared me. I don’t want to be a problem.”

“You’re not.”

“What I mean is, I don’t want to get in the way of –”

“You’re not, I promise.” John kissed my temple. “I’ve been so – uhm – caught up these past two weeks. Sometimes I get so lost that I feel like I’m a child.” His breath hitched in my ear. “Then I remember. Everything that’s happened to me. And to you. And…”

I played with one of the buttons on his shirt as he spoke. The thread was coming loose. I thought I’d love to fix it for him.

He swallowed. “I like how you make me feel, darling.”

I smiled.

John pulled at my skirt, bunching it in his hand until his fingers grazed my bare leg. “And perhaps against my better judgment, I’ll follow you into the forest anytime you like.” He kissed my neck. “Would you like that?”

I giggled as he peppered me with kisses. “Yes.”

“And since we have time, maybe we –”

“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!”

I gasped and pushed John away. Annie stood in the doorway, clutching her heart as if she might have an arrythmia. “Annie!”

“Are you two mad? What the devil is wrong with you?”

“It’s not –” I began.

“Don’t,” she cut me off, fire in her stare.

John tucked himself behind one of the wingback chairs as if distance somehow erased what Annie had just seen. “What are you doing here? So soon? We weren’t expecting you until this evening!”

Annie glared. “Clearly.” Her eyes reminded me of storm clouds. “I thought I’d get the house in order before I started on dinner. Was worried you’d burnt the place down, but clearly you had other things on your mind.”

I gulped. “We can explain.”

“Both of you sit. Now.”

John and I exchanged a nervous look. We might have been grown adults, but a mother’s wrath still shook us to our cores. John sat in a chair while I found an uncomfortable spot on the sofa a few leagues off.

Annie walked to the middle of the room, taking the floor as if it were a courtroom. “You ought to be ashamed of yourselves.”

“Annie,” John tutted as if he was speaking to one o the girls. “Really, this is –”

“Hush, young man.”

John zipped his lips together. I had to cover my mouth to keep from laughing.

“Something funny, Julia?”

I shook my head, hand still plastered to my mouth.

“Good. I’m not trying to be funny. There are responsibilities in this house. You both have responsibilities to the children. And getting tangled about like that is nothing but distraction.” Annie looked at me. “How long has this been going on?”

John tried to calculate. “Just a couple weeks.”

“No wonder you were so eager to shuffle me out the door. You wanted to gallivant about without a witness, mm?” Annie paced back and forth, shifting her ire between us. “Well, don’t think I haven’t noticed the road you two’ve been on. With all the stolen glances and little giggles. Not to mention the night you two slept in the same bed, trying to pass that off as –”

“We really did just sleep, I promise,” I interrupted.

Her attention shifted to me like she was a bird of prey. “Don’t interrupt me.”

I swallowed my tongue.

“I just expected you both to be better than this. Especially you, Julia. I expected more from you, Julia.”

“Me? What about him?” I cried out incredulously.

She rolled her eyes. “You know better. You know how men are.”

“Well, I’m certainly glad I lived up to expectations,” John mumbled.

Annie crossed her arms. “Where are the girls?”

“Out. With their grandmother,” he answered.

“You haven’t been mucking about in front of them, have you?”

“Of course not!” John replied.

Annie sighed in relief. “Thank goodness. There’s still time for you to undo all of this then.”

The word undo implies that there’s a way to return to the way things once were. That was not this. Even if we wanted to or tried to, I was not sure we could ever undo what had been done.

“Why are you so upset with us, Annie?” I asked. “We’re not hurting anyone.”

“Definitely not hurting,” John said under his breath.

I bit back a laugh. “John, please. 

“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.”

We exchanged childish smiles, two troublemakers in the headmistress’ office.

“Really, be serious, won’t you?” Annie said, the tone of her voice having shifted from that of attack to resignation. “No. You’re not hurting anyone. Not yet.”

Not yet.

Annie straightened out the boddice of her dress and adjusted a bobby pin in her tight bun. “I don’t want to pick up the pieces of anyone. Understand? I’ve done far than I’d like to of that. I can’t have any more hurt in this house. No more.”

I suddenly understood Annie’s gut response; she’d been traumatized by the love she’d witnessed in this house. The profound loss of a matriarch, the suffering of her children and widowered husband. She could only see the potential for loss between John and me.

“Annie, I think you’ll find we’re both rather happy with the situation as it stands,” John said carefully. “Right, Julia?”

I smiled. “Yes. Happy is a good word for it.”

Annie shook her head. “You’ll have to be good. I won’t tolerate for any foolishness around me or the girls.”

“Of course. Wouldn’t dream of it,” John replied.

She started to back away to the door. “I’m going to the kitchen now to tidy up and get started on dinner. Don’t you even dare think about going back to shaking sheets or –”

“We won’t. Promise, Annie,” I said, leaning forward, hoping for any sort of sign from her she wasn’t upset with me. She really had become my mum.

Annie’s eyes hardened on me. I couldn’t tell if she was angry at me for being loose or hurt for not telling her. Or perhaps playing out my future like an auger who knew more than she’d like. “Jesus, Mary, and Joseph,” she muttered on her way out the door.

John and I sat for a moment in silence before he got up. “I’m going to go try and smooth things over with her.”

“Alright.” I’d felt sad I hadn’t even been able to ask her about Bethany and the baby. The little boy.

John came to me and kissed the crown of my head. “It’ll be fine.”

Once he’d left, I realized how utterly exhausted I was. The long walk and the sunshine, the whiplash of emotion in just the past half hour.

I’d gotten my wish. For us to be witnessed.

And contrary to how I had imagined it, it felt absolutely terrible.           

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[thepinkwriterr]

Been thirsting over Jonesy today

[lil-melody-moon]

Today will be a marathon of fics because my mind said so. The first fic is with John Bonham x Female Reader. Just like I've promised, there's some fluff with the big guy. The fic takes place in a pre Led Zeppelin era, so John's young in this one. I hope I did him justice, enjoy <3

Likes, reblogs, kudos and comments are appreciated <3

Title: New Beginning

Summary: After having an argument about your best friend, you've had enough. Leaving your boyfriend who had beaten you just because you wanted to keep the friendship and not get his jealousy make you change your mind, you left the house and decided to wander around, hoping the pain will go away. The fresh air, loneliness and calmness of the land you were living at brought you the peace you longed for, but only partly. You've found the second part of it in the small caravan that John Bonham lived in, once he had found you strolling on the road all alone.