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You Lost? (Mick Mars x OC) Part 2/?
Part One
Pairing: Mick Mars x OC
Warnings: Mature language
Word Count: 832
Although Denny’s was loud, it was nothing compared to the Mötley Crüe house party. So, to Mick and Natalie, the sound around them was white noise. Finishing off their food, the couple sat in silence as they sipped at their drinks. But it didn’t stop them from analysing each other from across the booth.
The pair stood out, their differing appearances catching the eye of the other customers. Mick, dressed in all black, gave off the bad boy vibes. But Natalie looked like the image of innocence.
Mick cleared his throat and sat down his drink, his eyes meeting his aviators that sat on Natalie’s face. “So, you track me down, turn me on, invite me to get a burger, and give me blue balls. What’s your whole plan here, Natalie?”
After a beat of silence, Natalie let out a loud laugh, making a small smile appear on Mick’s face. “You forgot I stole your glasses as well.” She stated.
Mick just rolled his eyes. He thought they looked better on her anyway.
Natalie sat the sunglasses on top of her head, so they met eyes properly. “I wanted to get to know you, see if you’d meet the expectations I’d built up in my head.” She admitted.
Mick leaned across the table, his stare making Natalie blush. “And? Did I?” He mumbled, his voice low.
Natalie moved closer to the older guitarist, so close she could feel his breath on her face. “You surpassed them.” She whispered, welcoming the scent of vodka and nicotine.
The sexual tension in the air was getting Mick hard again. Licking her lips, Natalie focused on Mick Mars’ lips. She just had to lean forward a little more, and they’d be kissing. Mick was reading her mind, his eyes moving between her lust filled, drooping eyes and her plump pink lips.
Shifting forward, Mick went to make the first move. But, the sound of a clearing throat snapped them out of their haze and had them sitting straight up, and away from one another.
The older waitress smiled as she sat down their next round of drinks; a lemonade for Natalie and a vodka for Mick. The pair were feeling awkward and disappointed as they mumbled a small thank you. With the waitress gone, they didn't know what to say.
“So, what now?” Mick asked, snapping Natalie out of her disappointment.
“Well, I don’t fuck on the first date.” She said, smirking at Mick as he choked on his drink.
Mick’s eyes were roaming her again, smirking at his thoughts. “You don’t look like the kind of girl who’s ever fucked.”
Now it was Natalie’s turn to choke, a blush coating her cheeks. “You got me there.”
If Mick didn’t think he could get any harder before, he was wrong.
Gathering enough confidence, Natalie leaned close again. “But, I wanna get to know you more Mr. Mars.” She revealed, making Mick stare at her. She couldn’t read his expression, but that was something that intrigued her about him. “So, let’s find out if I fuck on the second date.”
Mick’s jaw dropped, for many reasons. “The second date?” He repeated, disbelief in his voice.
“Well, this was our first.” Natalie stood up, brushing the crumbs off her skirt. “So, tomorrow afternoon you’ll pick me up from school, and we’ll go from there.” She stated, sending Mick a cheeky smile before she walked away.
Mick was speechless.
“School?” He mumbled, eyebrows furrowed in thought. Mick’s eyes quickly widened, and he spun around to face the blonde who was walking out the door. “How old are you?” He called out, his steady voice hiding his nerves.
Pausing by the door, Natalie let out a giggle. Turning over her shoulder, she shot Mick a wink. “Eighteen.”
Mick let out a deep breath and slunk in his seat, nodding his head in content as he heard the door shut. Thank fucking Christ. Resting his head back against the booth, Mick let out a chuckle as he closed his eyes. “Eighteen and untouched… is this a fucking dream?”
“Not today, big boy.” Natalie whispered in his ear, making him jump in surprise. Blue and brown eyes stared at each other, wondering what the other was thinking. “I realised I forgot to give you the address.” She smiled, placing a piece of paper down on the table.
Mick nodded, trying to be nonchalant, even though his heart was fucking pounding. “Yeah, uh, that’d be helpful.”
Biting her lip, a blush lit up Natalie’s pale cheeks before she leaned down and placed a soft his to his cheek. “See you tomorrow.” She whispered, before turning around and leaving for good.
Mick just sat still for a moment, trying to take in everything that’s happened the last couple of hours. Picking up the piece of paper on the desk and reading over the address, Mick picked up his drink and chugged it back. “Why isn’t it fucking surprising that she’s a private school girl?”
You Lost? (Mick Mars x OC) Part 1/?
Part Two
Pairing: Iwan!Mick Mars x OC
Warnings: Mature language
Word Count: 664
A flash of color appeared in his peripheral vision, something you didn't usually see at a Mötley Crüe party. Glancing around, Mick spotted a woman, no a girl, walking through the crowd. Her pink sweater cropped, flashing her toned stomach, and her white leather skirt flaring, yet leaving little to the imagination. As she got closer to where he was, Mick tried to understand why those white Keds were walking towards him.
She sat down beside him, her leather skirt rising her thigh and drawing Mick's eyes.
"You lost?" Mick gruffed, his eyes darting away.
With a grin, the girl looked around the room, exaggerating her movements before locking eyes with Mick's dark aviators. "No, I'm pretty sure I'm where I intended to be." She teased.
Mick just ignored her, going back to his vodka.
"I'm Natalie by the way, just if you were wondering." She laughed,
"I wasn't." Mick lied, his blue eyes scanning her behind his sunglasses. From the few seconds he'd stared at her, it was apparent this girl was in the wrong place; her style, her loose blonde curls, her innocent smile... this girl was going to be devoured alive.
"I'm a huge fan of your music, I was actually just at the gig." Natalie explained, her eyes staring at her twiddling hands.
"Well, that's surprising." He chucked, liting a cigarette.
She giggled, she fucking giggled. "Yeah, I've had that reaction before." She took in a deep breath, her eyes anywhere but him. "But, I really wanted to meet you because you're amazing! You actually inspired me to learn guitar." She blushed.
Mick couldn't hide his surprise. "Really? Well, shit."
"Yeah, it was hard to convince my parents. But, I told them it was for the school band." She looked at him with a cheeky smile. Mick let out a chuckle, making Natalie beam.
This girl just kept getting more and more interesting by the minute.
She shuffled closer, that damn skirt rising higher and showing off those perfect thighs, thighs Mick would very much like to be buried between.
Mick found this girl attractive, her innocence sexy, but he wasn't going to be some 'rockstar one-night-stand experience' that she could tell her friends. “Shouldn’t a girl like you be off trying to fuck the drummer.” He puffed on his smoke.
She clicked her teeth. “Not really my style.”
“Well, that’s new.”
Natalie shook her head. “So, what? That’s not your style either?” A dark eyebrow raised over his aviators, making her giggle. “Fucking a random stranger at Mötley Crüe a party, that’s not your style?” She questioned, her brown eyes roaming over him.
As Mick glanced at her, unknowingly meeting her eyes, he felt his cock twitch. There was a look in her eyes, something deep in that stare that told him this girl would rock his world.
Mick looked away, clearing his throat. “Don’t try and make anything out of it. I like women, and I like fucking, but I happen to respect women more than what these jerk-offs do.” He took a swig of his straight vodka, avoiding her eyes.
“You know, you’re pretty different from your bandmates.” She whispered, moving closer to him so he could hear her over the thumping music. Her bare thighs brushed against his clothed ones, but he could feel their warmth.
He scoffed. “That’s cause they’re a bunch of fucking teenagers."
Smirking at the older guitarist, Natalie placed a delicate hand on his knee. “It’s a good thing I’m looking for a man then.”
Mick's breath caught in his throat, his blue eyes meeting hers over his aviators. Giggling, Natalie moved her hand, to Mick's disappointment, and stole his sunglasses off his face, placing them on her own.
"But, I wanna get to know you first. So what do you say, wanna blow this party and go get a burger?" Natalie asked, her beaming grin making Mick smirk.
"You're full of surprises, Natalie." He mumbled.
"Oh baby, I'm just getting started."