It was the dead of night. Hands in the pockets of his black leather jacket, Slash walked the moonlit streets of lower Los angeles, his shadow loomed long and his boot heels were the only sound above the night wind. Slash's face was cast in shadow as he stopped before a little yellow house. The moonlight made hollows of his eyes and cheeks as he stared up at the window where Kayleigh lay sleeping. Mind and body, heart and soul pulsed with lustful thoughts of her. He was restless and edgy and now, in the darkness, he could admit that it was this need for her that had driven him from his house to stand here now. She's just a girl. He reminded himself. She'll turn nineteen in just two days. But, she was also a vital member of the Los Angeles Police Department. Every morning when she awoke, she knew it might be her last day on earth, as did he, and that changed everything. Or is that how I excuse the fact that I can't stay away from her? In her sleep, Kayleigh brown stirred. She opened her eyes registering the stillness. She turned on her bedside light, took a small sip of water and slid out of bed. She padded down the hall to the bathroom in her favorite blue satin pajama bottoms and black tank top. When she was done, she slowly strolled back to her room, and went across to the window and peered out. The streets were deathly quiet apart from the lone figure with ebony curls and long leather jacket dissapearing into the darkness. The following evening Kayleigh was waiting at the Rainbow nightclub in contre Los Angeles, she had arranged to meet Slash here for a drink to celebrate his Birthday. It was now half past ten and still Slash hadn't arrived. Kayleigh stood up and looked around, finding herself on the dance floor. Couples danced around her, the whispery sensuous music twining around them as Kayleigh wandered alone. The crowd parted and, like a candle in the darkness, there he was. Slash! she thought radiantly as the mysterious guitarist smiled back at her. There was a light in his eyes that was reflected in her heart as their eyes met and held. Even as he stood out of her reach, she felt his touch on her skin, the brush of his lips on hers and the whisper of his breath in her ear. His smouldering glance told her he felt the same. No one could love this much, want this much and need this much and not feel it. As if in a trance, they walked toward each other, arms outstretched. He gripped her arms in his hands and they fell into a passionate kiss, her arms around his neck and his around her waist, they swayed with the music while savoring their intimate kiss. When they finally parted at the end of the evening, kayleigh returned to her house and flopped down on the sofa, and with warm and cosy thoughts of Slash she fell asleep. The next day, Slash was still in bed. He wasn't sleeping but he was still under the covers. There was a soft knock at the door. "Slash it's me. Are you in?" It was just after midday and he still wasn't dressed. Being a typical rock star, Slash often slept through the day, if he slept at all. The sound of Kayleigh's voice both delighted and puzzled him. He was unused to seeing her during the day. "Hang on a sec." he called. She was lovely, dressed for work in a blue shirt and black trousers. Her medium rich brown hair hung freely around her shoulders. He was very aware of his near nakedness as he stood back to let her in, clad in just his boxer shorts. "What's up?" he asked. "I wanted to see you." she said looking up into his eyes. "I couldn't stop thinking about you." "Me either." Slash said as he pulled on a pair of drawstring trousers. "I was actually gonna come round and see you later." "What about?" she asked sitting on the corner of his bed and loosing herself in the depths of his beautiful brown eyes. "I think I'm in love." he said. "You are the most beautiful girl...woman, that I have ever seen, and I was wondering if you wanted to be mine?" "Slash, I'd love to." she gasped. "Why did you wanna see me?" he asked. "same reason you wanted to see me. Plus I have a couple of hours before I have to be at work." she wrinkled her nose playfully. He moved to kiss her, she tensed for a second then relaxed into it. Her lips were hot against his cool mouth, her body was strong and coursing with energy. The room was charged. The intensity rose in the dark intimacy of the house. They moved as one, arms reached, caressed, embraced. Rings and bracelets glinted as fingers gripped arms and shoulders, caressed necks and caught up handfulls of hair. As they kissed, Slash drew Kayleigh down into his bed. She's so beautiful. He thought. She feels so amazing, her skin her hair... he breathed her in. The scent of her vanilla perfume, the satiny softness of her neck, her shoulders, her hands caressing him. Oh Kayleigh, let me loose myself in you. Love me! As they melted into one another. Slash soared with joy. For the first time in his life he had a hope of heaven. THE END.
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