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sticky fingers

Helen wasn’t daft– she could tell when a person was lying. And Mick wasn’t a particularly good liar; his voice was monotone, his eyes tired and worn down, his smile limp, with lines forming at the edge of his mouth. Her lips pointed downwards in a sympathetic frown; she knew the feeling of simply everything going wrong at once, and she had a knack for recognizing it in others. 

“Hey, Mick, you doing okay?” Her tone of voice was gentle and soft, her eyes doe-like and inviting as she looked up to him. Her brows were knit together with a sense of worry– obviously exaggerated by her alcohol consumption, but nevertheless genuine. The loud, roaring sound of guitar filled the room, so Helen leaned in closer to he could hear her, making herself comfortable against the wall that he, too, was leaning against.

Helen got that queasy, uneasy feeling of questioning morality and ethics in her stomach once more. She had been invited to complete an assignment, but at the same time, she’d met Mick before- she knew he was a nice, kind, simple man, and clearly he wasn’t doing too well. Sure, success mattered to her, but she felt like an asshole if she left this guy without no other opportunity except to drink himself to misery. As she looked around, the pure hedonism of it all struck her- lines of cocaine being snorted, large, expensive bottles of champagne being popped, everyone swaying and touching in pursuit of personal pleasure and adrenaline rushes. No one else seemed to care how out of it the guitarist seemed. 

“Hey, Mick, if you’d like, I’ve taken all the photos I need for tonight. If it’ll perk you up, we can get outta here. I know a coffeeshop that’s open late, or if you’d like, you can snuggle up with my pup and I can make a mean cup of tea, or a gin and tonic, or whatever. You can watch my telly or somethin’.” She looked up at him tenderly, and cracked a friendly, sympathetic smile, “In short, if you wanna get away and cool off from all the chaos for a moment, my place is open to crash. I got a real comfy couch and warm blankets and a nice dog. You look like you need it. But y’know, the choice is yours,” she said sweetly and softly, shrugging and taking a sip from her champagne flute as she went back to glancing around the party. 

Mick gazed drearily into his glass, watching the minute bubbles of carbonation dance around in the pale yellow liquid as if that was far more interesting and superior to keeping his attention than the rowdy people that surrounded him at this supposedly joyous occasion. He hadn’t received a proper night’s sleep in months between his daughter’s cries in the middle of the night and Keith and Mick’s long yet randomly-spaced lengthy studio sessions. It wasn’t necessarily depression but more so sleep deprivation.

He lifted his eyes from the beverage to meet with Helen’s from her question of his health and current predicament. His ruby lips compressed as he forced yet another grin and nodded his head patiently. The lighting in the room exaggerated the dark circles underneath his soft eyes which didn’t do him any favour but he wasn’t feeling as down as he appeared. He listened to her generous offer and felt a feeling of kindness that seemed all too surreal for someone of his now elevated status. However, it also felt incredibly invasive to leave a party he was contractually obligated to stay at just to loiter around a person he barely knew from the press’ house. With a click of his tongue against the roof of his mouth, he shook his head, stammering slowly, “Oh no, I....I couldn’t impose myself upon you. Besides, I have to be here whether I’d want to or not, so even if I knew you better, I couldn’t. “ He looked around the room quietly then huffed, deciding to explain his situation. “I’m just tired. It’s not recording so much as now I have a child to care for with my girlfriend. I assure you, nothing’s wrong....except for one thing but I’m afraid I can’t tell you due to your connection with the papers.”

“Ohh, you wanna make love,” Madeline said, giggling. It wasn’t her style, usually. She didn’t like gentle caresses and sweet nothings. It almost reminded her of her daddy. She kissed back, gently tangling her fingers in his soft curls. Maddie pulled away, “let’s not go too slow and gentle, though. I don’t…I’m not like that, okay?”

A smile cracked between Mick’s normally stoic lips at her reaction, shaking his head slowly as he reciprocated her saccharine kisses, placing a hand onto the curve of her slender waist only to withdraw once more and rose a finger to her lips. “I’m afraid you don’t quite understand.” The hand that was near her face shifted to brush against her cheek, grazing his thumb delicately over her lips. “I want much, much more. I prefer a build up,” he leaned his face in close, gazing deeply into her eyes, his voice growing softer yet brimming with confidence. “But once you get me started, I’m not entirely sure I’ll be able to control myself when driven by your feminine wiles. “

Her velvet lips parted a bit while his rough thumb grazed them. “So foreplay,” she said, suddenly aware of how close his face was to her own. The confidence in his voice was new and it suited him well. Maddie touched his chest, leaning up towards him and biting her lip. “Well, I’m not sure I’m able to control myself either.”

Mick grinned at her words, taking them to heart as he lowered his head in a somewhat bashful manner, breathing slowly through his nose to push back the shyness that was part of his nature. There was something about Madeline that often stirred up emotions that the young guitarist didn’t feel too often. It was strange and yet deeply alluring; in a way it made Mick feel more like his peers and no longer just the timid, angel-haired boy who played the guitar in the background. With his eyes solely on the hand that was pressed against his chest, the young man chuckled in agreement. “For lack of a better term, that is what I meant but to be frank, I’m not entirely sure how to go on doing something the way you’d prefer it.”

“Start here,” Maddie guided his hand to her hip, and his other hand to her inner, upper thigh. She felt like an erotic Virgil, guiding a virginal Dante. “Go with the flow. Kiss me and touch me where you think I’d like it.” As if to demonstrate, Madeline undid the buttons on Mick’s shirt, leaving a trail of kisses after undoing each one. She looked up at him, “you see?”

For Mick, he had yet to know Madeline as intimately as her other suitors and despite the rumours surrounding the young woman, he chose to learn about exactly what she wanted before making any mistakes. He had been with girls before but it was often after he had gotten to know the person for a while. He drew in a deep breath through his nose as his hands were pressed against her creamy skin, his eyes lowering to watch her as she used her nimble fingers to undo his shirt, brushing her lips tenderly against his exposed flesh. With a gentle sigh, Mick prudently receded his hand from its placement against Madeline’s upper thigh to resting his fingers under her chin, lifting her head up to maintain eye contact. “You’re really quite exquisite, you know. I can’t believe I resisted you for as long as I have.” He chuckled softly then, using the hand that remained on her hip, guided her against him; baby blue eyes fluttering to a close as he leaned in once more to ravish her saccharine lips, slipping his tongue briefly into her mouth as a subtle hint of how much deeper he was going to go.

Madeline looked up at him with her russet eyes widened. She couldn’t help but blush as he called her exquisite. It momentarily broke her sexy demeanor. Regaining her composure, Maddie merely smirked and asked him took him so long. Her eyes fluttered shut while he kissed her, slipping his tongue into her mouth. Maddie ran her fingers through his thick blonde hair. “I didn’t expect that of you,” she giggled.

Mick could tell that Madeline didn’t receive those sort of compliments often, smiling smugly as her face flashed a slight shade of crimson, though it was only brief he did certainly relish its memory. He tilted his head to reciprocate the kiss tenderly instead of giving a verbal response as to how come it took him such a long time to act on his emotions,  knowing very well that he wasn’t exactly everything she wanted, if he had to be perfectly honest. The young man was practically as angelic as he looked–not really any strange turn-ons or a very dominating presence. A more moderate soul to fit his image though he did partake in minor stints and flirt though he was more of the “keep you warm at night” type than the “screw and leave” sort that many rock stars seemed to be. He wouldn’t voice this, at least not now. Not while he was feeling confident. Her fingers made their way through the tresses of his thick wavy locks, lips withdrawing to speak candidly of his actions. Mick sighed softly, speaking in a sultry quieted tone, “I merely felt that I didn’t know you well enough. Now you’re a good friend, and I assure you to expect much more than that.” his hand moved to cradle the small of her back while he leaned in once more, though not toward her face but to her neck where he planted his pillowy lips along her flesh, occasionally sucking on it to continue his ongoing teasing.

“Well I guess now I’m gonna be your very good friend,” Madeline giggled, letting her head fall back a bit so he could kiss all of her neck. It felt better than being with Mick J or Keith for some odd reason. Maybe because it was new and exciting. Maybe it’s because it was Mick and she had wanted this for a long time. Whatever it was, it felt sweet to finally get what she wanted. Her hand wandered from his chest downwards, resting at his belt. “Oh, Mick,” she said, voice barely above a whisper. “You’re the exquisite one.”

“One would hope so,” he mumbled against her warm flesh as she made her neck more accessible to his needs. For once it seemed that he was the one playing hard to get due to Madeline’s much more confident demeanour compared to the mindset of most English girls who were coy and tended to play mind games to get what they wanted. The young man was incredibly shy even in the present but it felt as if Madeline was luring him out of his shell; whether it be what they had in common with age or just the strange feeling of being a young person who was someone of interest on the music scene. Mick had yearned for her attention every time they met. To not feel isolated; like he didn’t belong as a result of being hoisted into the limelight onstage with The Stones. It was a lonesome path he had to walk but he was gracious not to go it alone on his debut tour. As Madeline’s long lacquered nails ran delicately against his flesh until reaching his belt, he lifted his head from her neck to study her features, a soft, early renaissance-esque grin painted itself upon his seraphic features. No words were spoken, his baby blue eyes fixated on her crimson lips before moving in to join them with his own once again, kissing her deeply and placing a hand carefully on her shoulder while the other remained on her waist; lowering her onto the soft, modernistic-patterned duvet where he sighed  prior to drawing his lips away. “You know you look incredible in nearly any lighting.”

sticky fingers

@themicktaylor

It was one of those ‘drunk but composed’ nights: it was the Sticky Fingers release party, and Helen had been lucky enough to be one of the Stones’ management-approved journalists who scored an invite to the event. What was laid out in front of her was an incredible vision; celebrities, hundreds of them, drunk & stoned & coked-up, swaying to ‘Can’t You Hear Me Knocking’. Though the American wasn’t one for the fine, powdered white lines of adrenaline and energy, she was one to welcome a joint with open arms… but not tonight. As chaotic as the party was, she had to be one of the few who stayed orderly and composed– she knew how these events went, and often other journalists got wrapped up in the pandemonium of it all, and failed to deliver the few, approved pictures that would give Londoners a glimpse of rock ‘n roll nightlife. If she was the only one to come out with photos from the party, she’d be hailed a heroine. 

And so there Helen was, in a bouncy, shimmering silver haltered mini dress and high-heeled white ankle boots, dark locks up and back in a sleek ponytail as she closed one eye and focused her lens, snapping photos of the more appropriate corners of the party– the bartender handing Donovan a drink, or Marianne Faithfull smoking a cigarette in a glorious, sheer pink, floor-length gown. Then she spotted the guitarist, sipping a large, dark drink (rum & coke, perhaps?) in the corner, taking a moment to watch other guests. Mick. She’d met this one before. She’d had a lunch date interview with him about a year ago! The American had found him irresistibly charming in his boyish mannerisms.

Picking up her flute of sherry in one hand, and tucking her camera under her arm, she weaved across the room till she was looking him in the eye with her bright hazels and thick, curled, mascara-clad lashes, a welcoming, soft smile on her face. “We’ve met before… don’t know if you remember me, but I sure remember you.” The sherry gave her the subtle confidence to be more outgoing, “Helen, Helen Parker. I interviewed you a while back, at a restaurant in Hyde Park. I found you so… endearing, kind! I never thought I’d get a chance to see ya again!” Leaning against the wall, she grinned up at him, “So how are you, guest of honor? This whole ball… all these people… for you. Must be cool, hey?”

Sticky Fingers. The band’s first big comeback following the loss that plagued the media as “The First Great Pop Star Death”. A mouthful, but a truthful one at that considering the entire world seemed to be in shock over Brian Jones’ untimely death just a few days prior to the Stones’ rebirth at Hyde Park. Musicians from all over were in awe and fans collapsed in the street. Poor Brian couldn’t have come back from the dead if he tried; buried 12 feet deep in case there were any fans sick enough in the head to want to grave rob a dead musician. 

Then followed the band’s first tour of America in over 2 years featuring Mick Taylor as their other guitarist in Brian’s place. It was virtually a renowned success in every single part until the very end of 1969 where Altamont had occurred. A mistake. A huge mistake. The 1960′s died with that performance just like Meredith Hunter; brutal, agonizing and for the whole world to watch. When Sticky Fingers came out, a whole new plethora of problems would emerge including the issues with the tax from England that would pressure them to leave the country though not quite yet, fortunately for some.

Since their last meeting, much had changed in Mick Taylor’s life. He had no longer been the young man who refused drugs and drink though it had not gotten to any worrisome point just yet. Instead, he was simply sipping a flute of champagne to forget from the reality he would have to face once he returned home. In the previous year, the young man had managed to get his girlfriend, Rose Millar pregnant which led to them hastily moving in together and struggling to figure out how to balance their newfound personal lives with that of the road when Keith Richards bringing Marlon around wasn’t the best decision as new parents. Mick was exhausted due to the inability to find that balance but the alcohol kept him from worrying too much. 

As the young woman introduced herself to him once again, the feeling of familiarity began to gnaw at the back of his mind but as she continued her words, Mick could only mutter back a weary response along the lines of, “Oh, yes. It’s great, uh...I think things are going to go really well once we get going again.”

“Ohh, you wanna make love,” Madeline said, giggling. It wasn’t her style, usually. She didn’t like gentle caresses and sweet nothings. It almost reminded her of her daddy. She kissed back, gently tangling her fingers in his soft curls. Maddie pulled away, “let’s not go too slow and gentle, though. I don’t…I’m not like that, okay?”

A smile cracked between Mick’s normally stoic lips at her reaction, shaking his head slowly as he reciprocated her saccharine kisses, placing a hand onto the curve of her slender waist only to withdraw once more and rose a finger to her lips. “I’m afraid you don’t quite understand.” The hand that was near her face shifted to brush against her cheek, grazing his thumb delicately over her lips. “I want much, much more. I prefer a build up,” he leaned his face in close, gazing deeply into her eyes, his voice growing softer yet brimming with confidence. “But once you get me started, I’m not entirely sure I’ll be able to control myself when driven by your feminine wiles. “

Her velvet lips parted a bit while his rough thumb grazed them. “So foreplay,” she said, suddenly aware of how close his face was to her own. The confidence in his voice was new and it suited him well. Maddie touched his chest, leaning up towards him and biting her lip. “Well, I’m not sure I’m able to control myself either.”

Mick grinned at her words, taking them to heart as he lowered his head in a somewhat bashful manner, breathing slowly through his nose to push back the shyness that was part of his nature. There was something about Madeline that often stirred up emotions that the young guitarist didn’t feel too often. It was strange and yet deeply alluring; in a way it made Mick feel more like his peers and no longer just the timid, angel-haired boy who played the guitar in the background. With his eyes solely on the hand that was pressed against his chest, the young man chuckled in agreement. “For lack of a better term, that is what I meant but to be frank, I’m not entirely sure how to go on doing something the way you’d prefer it.”

“Start here,” Maddie guided his hand to her hip, and his other hand to her inner, upper thigh. She felt like an erotic Virgil, guiding a virginal Dante. “Go with the flow. Kiss me and touch me where you think I’d like it.” As if to demonstrate, Madeline undid the buttons on Mick’s shirt, leaving a trail of kisses after undoing each one. She looked up at him, “you see?”

For Mick, he had yet to know Madeline as intimately as her other suitors and despite the rumours surrounding the young woman, he chose to learn about exactly what she wanted before making any mistakes. He had been with girls before but it was often after he had gotten to know the person for a while. He drew in a deep breath through his nose as his hands were pressed against her creamy skin, his eyes lowering to watch her as she used her nimble fingers to undo his shirt, brushing her lips tenderly against his exposed flesh. With a gentle sigh, Mick prudently receded his hand from its placement against Madeline’s upper thigh to resting his fingers under her chin, lifting her head up to maintain eye contact. “You’re really quite exquisite, you know. I can’t believe I resisted you for as long as I have.” He chuckled softly then, using the hand that remained on her hip, guided her against him; baby blue eyes fluttering to a close as he leaned in once more to ravish her saccharine lips, slipping his tongue briefly into her mouth as a subtle hint of how much deeper he was going to go.

Madeline looked up at him with her russet eyes widened. She couldn’t help but blush as he called her exquisite. It momentarily broke her sexy demeanor. Regaining her composure, Maddie merely smirked and asked him took him so long. Her eyes fluttered shut while he kissed her, slipping his tongue into her mouth. Maddie ran her fingers through his thick blonde hair. “I didn’t expect that of you,” she giggled.

Mick could tell that Madeline didn’t receive those sort of compliments often, smiling smugly as her face flashed a slight shade of crimson, though it was only brief he did certainly relish its memory. He tilted his head to reciprocate the kiss tenderly instead of giving a verbal response as to how come it took him such a long time to act on his emotions,  knowing very well that he wasn’t exactly everything she wanted, if he had to be perfectly honest. The young man was practically as angelic as he looked--not really any strange turn-ons or a very dominating presence. A more moderate soul to fit his image though he did partake in minor stints and flirt though he was more of the “keep you warm at night” type than the “screw and leave” sort that many rock stars seemed to be. He wouldn’t voice this, at least not now. Not while he was feeling confident. Her fingers made their way through the tresses of his thick wavy locks, lips withdrawing to speak candidly of his actions. Mick sighed softly, speaking in a sultry quieted tone, “I merely felt that I didn’t know you well enough. Now you’re a good friend, and I assure you to expect much more than that.” his hand moved to cradle the small of her back while he leaned in once more, though not toward her face but to her neck where he planted his pillowy lips along her flesh, occasionally sucking on it to continue his ongoing teasing.

“Ohh, you wanna make love,” Madeline said, giggling. It wasn’t her style, usually. She didn’t like gentle caresses and sweet nothings. It almost reminded her of her daddy. She kissed back, gently tangling her fingers in his soft curls. Maddie pulled away, “let’s not go too slow and gentle, though. I don’t…I’m not like that, okay?”

A smile cracked between Mick’s normally stoic lips at her reaction, shaking his head slowly as he reciprocated her saccharine kisses, placing a hand onto the curve of her slender waist only to withdraw once more and rose a finger to her lips. “I’m afraid you don’t quite understand.” The hand that was near her face shifted to brush against her cheek, grazing his thumb delicately over her lips. “I want much, much more. I prefer a build up,” he leaned his face in close, gazing deeply into her eyes, his voice growing softer yet brimming with confidence. “But once you get me started, I’m not entirely sure I’ll be able to control myself when driven by your feminine wiles. “

Her velvet lips parted a bit while his rough thumb grazed them. “So foreplay,” she said, suddenly aware of how close his face was to her own. The confidence in his voice was new and it suited him well. Maddie touched his chest, leaning up towards him and biting her lip. “Well, I’m not sure I’m able to control myself either.”

Mick grinned at her words, taking them to heart as he lowered his head in a somewhat bashful manner, breathing slowly through his nose to push back the shyness that was part of his nature. There was something about Madeline that often stirred up emotions that the young guitarist didn’t feel too often. It was strange and yet deeply alluring; in a way it made Mick feel more like his peers and no longer just the timid, angel-haired boy who played the guitar in the background. With his eyes solely on the hand that was pressed against his chest, the young man chuckled in agreement. “For lack of a better term, that is what I meant but to be frank, I’m not entirely sure how to go on doing something the way you’d prefer it.”

“Start here,” Maddie guided his hand to her hip, and his other hand to her inner, upper thigh. She felt like an erotic Virgil, guiding a virginal Dante. “Go with the flow. Kiss me and touch me where you think I’d like it.” As if to demonstrate, Madeline undid the buttons on Mick’s shirt, leaving a trail of kisses after undoing each one. She looked up at him, “you see?”

For Mick, he had yet to know Madeline as intimately as her other suitors and despite the rumours surrounding the young woman, he chose to learn about exactly what she wanted before making any mistakes. He had been with girls before but it was often after he had gotten to know the person for a while. He drew in a deep breath through his nose as his hands were pressed against her creamy skin, his eyes lowering to watch her as she used her nimble fingers to undo his shirt, brushing her lips tenderly against his exposed flesh. With a gentle sigh, Mick prudently receded his hand from its placement against Madeline’s upper thigh to resting his fingers under her chin, lifting her head up to maintain eye contact. “You’re really quite exquisite, you know. I can’t believe I resisted you for as long as I have.” He chuckled softly then, using the hand that remained on her hip, guided her against him; baby blue eyes fluttering to a close as he leaned in once more to ravish her saccharine lips, slipping his tongue briefly into her mouth as a subtle hint of how much deeper he was going to go.

“Ohh, you wanna make love,” Madeline said, giggling. It wasn’t her style, usually. She didn’t like gentle caresses and sweet nothings. It almost reminded her of her daddy. She kissed back, gently tangling her fingers in his soft curls. Maddie pulled away, “let’s not go too slow and gentle, though. I don’t…I’m not like that, okay?”

A smile cracked between Mick’s normally stoic lips at her reaction, shaking his head slowly as he reciprocated her saccharine kisses, placing a hand onto the curve of her slender waist only to withdraw once more and rose a finger to her lips. “I’m afraid you don’t quite understand.” The hand that was near her face shifted to brush against her cheek, grazing his thumb delicately over her lips. “I want much, much more. I prefer a build up,” he leaned his face in close, gazing deeply into her eyes, his voice growing softer yet brimming with confidence. “But once you get me started, I’m not entirely sure I’ll be able to control myself when driven by your feminine wiles. “

Her velvet lips parted a bit while his rough thumb grazed them. “So foreplay,” she said, suddenly aware of how close his face was to her own. The confidence in his voice was new and it suited him well. Maddie touched his chest, leaning up towards him and biting her lip. “Well, I’m not sure I’m able to control myself either.”

Mick grinned at her words, taking them to heart as he lowered his head in a somewhat bashful manner, breathing slowly through his nose to push back the shyness that was part of his nature. There was something about Madeline that often stirred up emotions that the young guitarist didn’t feel too often. It was strange and yet deeply alluring; in a way it made Mick feel more like his peers and no longer just the timid, angel-haired boy who played the guitar in the background. With his eyes solely on the hand that was pressed against his chest, the young man chuckled in agreement. “For lack of a better term, that is what I meant but to be frank, I’m not entirely sure how to go on doing something the way you’d prefer it.”

“Ohh, you wanna make love,” Madeline said, giggling. It wasn’t her style, usually. She didn’t like gentle caresses and sweet nothings. It almost reminded her of her daddy. She kissed back, gently tangling her fingers in his soft curls. Maddie pulled away, “let’s not go too slow and gentle, though. I don’t…I’m not like that, okay?”

A smile cracked between Mick’s normally stoic lips at her reaction, shaking his head slowly as he reciprocated her saccharine kisses, placing a hand onto the curve of her slender waist only to withdraw once more and rose a finger to her lips. “I’m afraid you don’t quite understand.” The hand that was near her face shifted to brush against her cheek, grazing his thumb delicately over her lips. “I want much, much more. I prefer a build up,” he leaned his face in close, gazing deeply into her eyes, his voice growing softer yet brimming with confidence. “But once you get me started, I’m not entirely sure I’ll be able to control myself when driven by your feminine wiles. “

“Well, boring happens to be my nature, at least according to Bill,” He grinned politely, never one to allow the words of others to bother him, he was well aware that keeping to himself on and offstage came with the occasional mockery. Tilting his head to the side, he covered his mouth to hide the smile of amusement that was making its way onto his face before collecting himself and gesturing to the table beside him. “Radio’s right here…” His thick brows furrowed as his voice continued its playful tone. “…now you mentioned getting creative earlier. What would you have in mind if given a chance to punish someone charged with theft?” he brought the joint to his ruby lips, taking a long, slow drag as his eyes dreamily gazed back into hers.

“Well, Bill is a bit of a bore himself, so he’s not one to talk,” Maddie giggled. She sauntered over to the radio and turned it on, flipping through the stations. Santana’s new hit, Black Magic Woman, was playing. Maddie smiled, doing a little danced before dropping down on the bed. She crawled over to Mick until their faces were only inches apart. A cute little smirk spread across her face, “you tell me, Mick.” 

“That much is definitely certain,” Mick replied with a nod, letting the smoke drift from his lips as his eyes followed her across the room on her way to the radio. It made him curious when it came to her switching through various stations until she had found a song that fit the current atmosphere of the room, swaying her hips to the smooth Latin-based rhythm of the song and continued the smooth act on her way onto the bed. Her eyes glistened like fine jewels as she looked deeply into his eyes, her face tantalizingly close to his as though daring him to do something about it. Mick smugly grinned, setting aside what was left of the joint in the ashtray accompanied by a gentle sigh. He was well aware of her intentions, glancing down at her smirking lips only gave him all the more reasons to take part in the brewing temptation. “I’d rather you show me.”

“Aw come on,” Maddie said with a pout, “you were the one who said I needed to be punished for taking your grass. Don’t let me come up with said punishment because I’m gonna let myself off easy.” She moved away from him, adjusting the little silk dress she was wearing so it hung off of her better. She looked Mick up and down for a second, wondering what move he would make next. “The ball’s in your court.”

Sat up as Madeline shifted away from him to adjust her pretty little number, giving him a long look over his appearance like a cat carefully studying its prey before pouncing. Mick tilted his head back and shook his thick, feathery hair away from his eyes before crossing his legs. He leaned toward her, reaching his hand out to gently brush her hair behind her ear, letting it slide down onto her shoulder. His soft blue eyes affectionately studied every singular line of her fair face before settling on the lips. He weighed the decision he had to make if only for a mere moment for his inhibitions were blocked by the loose feelings clouding his usually strict mind due to the inhalation of the marijuana and simply tilted his head with a dreamy smile before fluttering his eyes to close, pressing his plush lips against her own, lingering for a few lengthy moments before reluctantly withdrawing. “Now it’s your turn to act.”

Maddie watched him while he pushed her hair behind her ear. His blue eyes were soft as they examined her face, but there was something about them that made her want to get down on her knees and confess to him every sin she had ever committed.  When his lips met her own, Madeline didn’t hesitate to kiss him back. She ran her fingers through his thick hair, kissing him deeply and fully. When he finally pulled away, Maddie began her kissing assault on his neck. 

Once the figurative ball was in Madeline’s court, Mick awaited her own planned action only to be greeted with something a bit unexpected. Her kisses seemed a tad too frisky for the pace he had in mind and, as a result, left him bringing a hand up to lift her chin to cease her actions and bring her attention to his words once more. “I’d rather we go at a more leisurely pace, if that’s alright with you,” he spoke in his usual soft endearing tone before leaning in once more to press his lips daintily against hers in hopes that she would understand that his shy nature wasn’t just a facade.

“Well, boring happens to be my nature, at least according to Bill,” He grinned politely, never one to allow the words of others to bother him, he was well aware that keeping to himself on and offstage came with the occasional mockery. Tilting his head to the side, he covered his mouth to hide the smile of amusement that was making its way onto his face before collecting himself and gesturing to the table beside him. “Radio’s right here…” His thick brows furrowed as his voice continued its playful tone. “…now you mentioned getting creative earlier. What would you have in mind if given a chance to punish someone charged with theft?” he brought the joint to his ruby lips, taking a long, slow drag as his eyes dreamily gazed back into hers.

“Well, Bill is a bit of a bore himself, so he’s not one to talk,” Maddie giggled. She sauntered over to the radio and turned it on, flipping through the stations. Santana’s new hit, Black Magic Woman, was playing. Maddie smiled, doing a little danced before dropping down on the bed. She crawled over to Mick until their faces were only inches apart. A cute little smirk spread across her face, “you tell me, Mick.” 

“That much is definitely certain,” Mick replied with a nod, letting the smoke drift from his lips as his eyes followed her across the room on her way to the radio. It made him curious when it came to her switching through various stations until she had found a song that fit the current atmosphere of the room, swaying her hips to the smooth Latin-based rhythm of the song and continued the smooth act on her way onto the bed. Her eyes glistened like fine jewels as she looked deeply into his eyes, her face tantalizingly close to his as though daring him to do something about it. Mick smugly grinned, setting aside what was left of the joint in the ashtray accompanied by a gentle sigh. He was well aware of her intentions, glancing down at her smirking lips only gave him all the more reasons to take part in the brewing temptation. “I’d rather you show me.”

“Aw come on,” Maddie said with a pout, “you were the one who said I needed to be punished for taking your grass. Don’t let me come up with said punishment because I’m gonna let myself off easy.” She moved away from him, adjusting the little silk dress she was wearing so it hung off of her better. She looked Mick up and down for a second, wondering what move he would make next. “The ball’s in your court.”

Sat up as Madeline shifted away from him to adjust her pretty little number, giving him a long look over his appearance like a cat carefully studying its prey before pouncing. Mick tilted his head back and shook his thick, feathery hair away from his eyes before crossing his legs. He leaned toward her, reaching his hand out to gently brush her hair behind her ear, letting it slide down onto her shoulder. His soft blue eyes affectionately studied every singular line of her fair face before settling on the lips. He weighed the decision he had to make if only for a mere moment for his inhibitions were blocked by the loose feelings clouding his usually strict mind due to the inhalation of the marijuana and simply tilted his head with a dreamy smile before fluttering his eyes to close, pressing his plush lips against her own, lingering for a few lengthy moments before reluctantly withdrawing. “Now it’s your turn to act.”

I’m looking for reasons, 

                            I’m looking for reasons

“Well, boring happens to be my nature, at least according to Bill,” He grinned politely, never one to allow the words of others to bother him, he was well aware that keeping to himself on and offstage came with the occasional mockery. Tilting his head to the side, he covered his mouth to hide the smile of amusement that was making its way onto his face before collecting himself and gesturing to the table beside him. “Radio’s right here…” His thick brows furrowed as his voice continued its playful tone. “…now you mentioned getting creative earlier. What would you have in mind if given a chance to punish someone charged with theft?” he brought the joint to his ruby lips, taking a long, slow drag as his eyes dreamily gazed back into hers.

“Well, Bill is a bit of a bore himself, so he’s not one to talk,” Maddie giggled. She sauntered over to the radio and turned it on, flipping through the stations. Santana’s new hit, Black Magic Woman, was playing. Maddie smiled, doing a little danced before dropping down on the bed. She crawled over to Mick until their faces were only inches apart. A cute little smirk spread across her face, “you tell me, Mick.” 

“That much is definitely certain,” Mick replied with a nod, letting the smoke drift from his lips as his eyes followed her across the room on her way to the radio. It made him curious when it came to her switching through various stations until she had found a song that fit the current atmosphere of the room, swaying her hips to the smooth Latin-based rhythm of the song and continued the smooth act on her way onto the bed. Her eyes glistened like fine jewels as she looked deeply into his eyes, her face tantalizingly close to his as though daring him to do something about it. Mick smugly grinned, setting aside what was left of the joint in the ashtray accompanied by a gentle sigh. He was well aware of her intentions, glancing down at her smirking lips only gave him all the more reasons to take part in the brewing temptation. “I’d rather you show me.”

“Well, boring happens to be my nature, at least according to Bill,” He grinned politely, never one to allow the words of others to bother him, he was well aware that keeping to himself on and offstage came with the occasional mockery. Tilting his head to the side, he covered his mouth to hide the smile of amusement that was making its way onto his face before collecting himself and gesturing to the table beside him. “Radio’s right here…” His thick brows furrowed as his voice continued its playful tone. “…now you mentioned getting creative earlier. What would you have in mind if given a chance to punish someone charged with theft?” he brought the joint to his ruby lips, taking a long, slow drag as his eyes dreamily gazed back into hers.

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