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beanside*hugs* The wolves and company are currently being bitchy, but I managed to prod a couple of muses into giving me a snippet for you.
So, without further ado...
James sits up slowly, eyes flitting around him. Hotel room, his brain supplies. Hyatt or Sheraton. But why? They weren't on tour. Hell, they don't have an album to tour for yet.
"Hi."
His head jerks up quickly, spotting the figure standing by the window. "This is a dream," he says flatly, staring at the redhead.
"Are you so sure about that?" Cliff asks, lip curling in a half smirk.
James closes his eyes as a shaft of pain winds through him at the too-familiar expression. "Yes. You're dead. This isn't real."
A soft rustle of denim alerts him a moment before the mattress dips. "I'd say it's about as real as you'll let it be."
"You'll go away." He hates the note in his voice, the edge of a whine. It's not him. Not the Mighty Hetfield.
"Maybe. For a little while. But you'll always be able to find your way back to me. I'll always be waiting for you."
"Why?" There's a world of questions in the word. Why now, why not before--just why.
"You had to be ready. I had to know that I wouldn't hurt you more," Cliff's voice is soft, gentle. "And as to why I came…..We have unfinished business."
"What?" James lifts his head, meeting the ghost's eyes.
This time, the smile is genuine, bright. "This." And he leans forward, lips brushing against James', as though asking permission.
For a moment, James is still--stunned into inaction.
It seems to be good enough for Cliff. His lips press a little harder, nudging James' mouth open. It's just enough for the tip of his tongue to tease along the bow of James' lip, a gentle rasp that sends a shudder of pleasure through his body.
Long, strong fingers tease through his hair, rumpling blond spikes, and sliding down to stroke along the back of his neck. It's enough to send another shudder through him.
With a nip to James lower lip, Cliff lifts his head, tossing the long red hair back. "So. Was that real enough for you?"
Tongue sliding over his lip, the only answer James could offer was a dark, predatory smile.
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So, without further ado...
James sits up slowly, eyes flitting around him. Hotel room, his brain supplies. Hyatt or Sheraton. But why? They weren't on tour. Hell, they don't have an album to tour for yet.
"Hi."
His head jerks up quickly, spotting the figure standing by the window. "This is a dream," he says flatly, staring at the redhead.
"Are you so sure about that?" Cliff asks, lip curling in a half smirk.
James closes his eyes as a shaft of pain winds through him at the too-familiar expression. "Yes. You're dead. This isn't real."
A soft rustle of denim alerts him a moment before the mattress dips. "I'd say it's about as real as you'll let it be."
"You'll go away." He hates the note in his voice, the edge of a whine. It's not him. Not the Mighty Hetfield.
"Maybe. For a little while. But you'll always be able to find your way back to me. I'll always be waiting for you."
"Why?" There's a world of questions in the word. Why now, why not before--just why.
"You had to be ready. I had to know that I wouldn't hurt you more," Cliff's voice is soft, gentle. "And as to why I came…..We have unfinished business."
"What?" James lifts his head, meeting the ghost's eyes.
This time, the smile is genuine, bright. "This." And he leans forward, lips brushing against James', as though asking permission.
For a moment, James is still--stunned into inaction.
It seems to be good enough for Cliff. His lips press a little harder, nudging James' mouth open. It's just enough for the tip of his tongue to tease along the bow of James' lip, a gentle rasp that sends a shudder of pleasure through his body.
Long, strong fingers tease through his hair, rumpling blond spikes, and sliding down to stroke along the back of his neck. It's enough to send another shudder through him.
With a nip to James lower lip, Cliff lifts his head, tossing the long red hair back. "So. Was that real enough for you?"
Tongue sliding over his lip, the only answer James could offer was a dark, predatory smile.
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