Chapter Sixteen, Fuse
Posted by DiF on Saturday, August 13, 2011
Title: Don’t Look Away: Chapter Sixteen, Fuse
Rating: NC-17 [language, alcohol, language, sex]
Summary: Pete & Cady deal with Jimmy. Oh and they reunite in New York.
Cady stared at the phone for a long moment, as if it was a foreign object to her. How had he known to call her there? How had he tracked her down? What was she going to tell him? What would he believe? Should she even answer the call? Could she ignore it?
No, she could not.
Slowly getting to her feet, a bit wobbly from the alcohol still, Cady made her way over to the phone. Her blue eyes went to Jimmy as she accepted the phone. Before releasing the phone, he leaned over and kissed her sweetly. Stepping around the young woman, Jimmy retreated to the couch, sitting and pretending to not watch her.
“H-hello?” she muttered.
“Cady? Cady, what are you doing at HIS house?”
“Um… well… have you been drinking, Pete?” she responded.
“WHY DOES THAT BLOODY MAKE A DIFFERENCE!?”
Cady paused, “Pete, baby, you’re not thinking rationally.”
“I’M NOT THE ONE WITH THAT CASANOVA! YOU’RE THE ONE BEING IRRATIONAL!”
She took a deep breath, “Pete, I love you. You have nothing to worry about. Jimmy is–”
“NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT? YOU’RE AT PAGE’S HOUSE! HOW CAN THAT BE SOMETHING TO NOT WORRY ABOUT!?”
“Pete,” she said calmly, glancing at Jimmy as he poured another drink, “I am at James’s house because he is taking me to the airport bright and early in the morning so that I can be with you. He purchased the ticket so I could be with you. You have nothing to worry about. I will not sleep in his bed. I will not do anything in his bed. Everything will be fine.”
“YOU ARE AT HIS HOUSE!”
“Pete, my love,” Cady closed her eyes to chase away the wave of dizziness that overcame her, “worry not. I will be in your arms, in our bed tomorrow night. Do not worry. Trust me.”
“YOU ARE AT HIS HOUSE!”
“Pete,” her eyes opened and glanced at Jimmy as he approached her, holding out a glass, “you have nothing to fear. I belong to you. In fact, I will get off the phone now and withdraw to the guest room and you can–”
“BLOODY HELL! YOU ARE GOING TO FU–”
“Pete, if you don’t calm down right now, I am going to hang up this phone and–”
“SHAG JIMMY PAGE!”
Scowling Cady dropped the phone down on the base and walked away. Her eyes went to Jimmy and she accepted the offered drink. With a couple of gulps, she handed the empty glass back to him. He glanced once at it before offering the untouched one in his hand. With a slight shrug, Cady accepted that one and quickly drained it.
Hiccupping once, she headed back to the sofa. A moment later Jimmy sat beside her, offering another drink. Staring at it for a long second, she shrugged and accepted the drink. Jimmy’s dark eyes watched as her lips touched the glass. She downed the drink quickly before setting the empty glass on the coffee table.
“Love,” Jimmy spoke cautiously, “perhaps you should slow down.”
“He fucking thinks I am going to fuck you,” she growled.
He smirked, “Cadence, perhaps you should…”
Her eyes went to his, “James, I am not going to prove him right.”
“I was not suggesting such. Remain here,” he stated and got to his feet.
Cady did not watch him leave the room. In her intoxicated state, she quickly turned over the night’s events. From the start, she had known being around Jimmy was not a good idea, and yet there she was, completely sloshed, right where she should not be. Pete was right… to be nervous. There was no way she could say no to Jimmy in her state. She would not even be able to say anything as it were to begin with. She should… she was going to…
“Oh god,” she muttered and stumbled up from the couch just as Jimmy entered the room.
He quickly set the large glass of water down and hurried to her side. His arm slipped around her waist and he guided her to the loo, figuring that was the only place she could be heading. As they reached the nearest bathroom, Cady barreled out of his arms and launched herself at the toilet. Jimmy remained in the doorway for a long moment, until she sat back on her feet, pressing the heels of her hands to her eyes.
“Oh god, James, what have I done?”
“Nothing, Cadence,” he claimed as he pulled the hand towel free and ran it in hot water before offering it to her. “Your behavior has been exemplary. Townshend has no reason to fear.”
She accepted the towel and pressed it to her face, mumbling into it. Though he wondered what she said, Jimmy did not push. She would speak to him directly when desired. Instead, he stood stoically by, not wanting to push too much, but not wanting to be completely hands-off either.
“Perhaps you would care for a shower and then perhaps a spot of tea?” he offered.
She lowered the towel from her face, “Yes, James, that would be lovely.”
Staring at the phone for a long moment, Pete scowled before beating the handset against the table. Growling, he grabbed the entire white telephone and tore it from the wall. He threw it across the room, watching with some vindication as it slammed into one of Cady’s paintings, making it crash to the floor. John stood silently by, watching the proceedings with raised eyebrows and nothing more – at least until Pete headed to the icebox once more.
Stepping in to cut off Pete’s steps, John spoke, “I do not think you need to imbibe any more, mate.”
“SHE IS FUCKING JIMMY PAGE!”
“Just because she is at Page’s residence does not mean they are having sex,” he stated calmly.
“SHE IS FUCKING JIMMY PAGE!”
“Pete, mate, you need to calm down. You don’t know that. I would go as far as to say that it’s not true. Cady loves you. She might be at Jimmy’s house, but I’m sure she has reason for that. She is not having sex with him. You need to calm down,” John said.
“BUT SHE IS FUCKING–”
“She isn’t,” he interrupted, raising his voice slightly. “Cady is not doing such a thing. And you are just being a fool and a buffoon for thinking as much. In fact, you are behaving in a way that is completely the opposite of the intelligent man I know you to be. Look around and see what you have done to your girlfriend’s flat, mate. Just take a moment and look around.”
For some reason unexplainable, John’s words punctured through the red cloud surrounding Pete’s mind at that moment and the guitarist slowly began to look around the apartment. Before he even spied the fallen painting, his stomach began to reject the most recent bottle of wine. He spun quickly and rushed into the small bathroom, falling to his knees in front of the toilet.
With a sigh, John filled a glass with water while his best mate retched into the toilet. At least that would aid in Pete’s recovery, making it possible to get the guitarist into the studio in a few hours. He returned to the bathroom as Pete pulled on the handle to flush and slowly stood. Waiting until his best friend washed his hands and turned towards the door, John held out the glass of water.
Accepting it silently, Pete headed over to the white couch and sat down. He drank deeply and slowly, his eyes barely glancing as John sat in the nearby armchair. Minutes of silence passed between the two men, neither really feeling the need to speak. Pete’s thoughts were still running a mile a minute, no longer filtered by alcohol. While that did allow him the chance to think something other than one sentence, it did not help calm his nerves at all. He was certain, certain, that Jimmy was working his magic on his girlfriend. Silently stewing over what he knew had to be happening was not Pete’s idea of a good time at all.
“Pete–”
“She’s at his house,” he grumbled.
“Lots of people are at lots of people’s houses, Pete,” John responded. “And I’m pretty sure they are not all having sex. I am at Cady’s and we’re not having sex.”
Pete’s blue eyes slowly met his friend’s as he processed the bassist’s words. A smirk danced across his face at the realization of the truth of John’s words. It was foolish for him to think just because his girlfriend was at the home of another, she would have sex with him. Pete trusted Cady.
But goddammit. Jimmy Page was just no other person either.
“But, John, he’s Jimmy Page.”
“So? She has had Jimi Hendrix chasing her too. Guess who she chose?”
Pete sighed, “Hendrix is not likely to give up any more than Page will. And Page has yet to treat her poorly.”
“None of that matters. She chose you, Pete. She chose you.”
Curled up on Jimmy’s couch, her head in his lap, Cady stretched upon waking. As her blue eyes scanned her surroundings, trying to figure out where she was. The moment a hand softly touched her head, brushing her hair from her face, she remembered everything about the night, including whose lap she dozed upon. While her sober mind thought it to be wrong for her to even be there, she did not move. She was there all the same, no way to change the facts as they already were.
“When do we have to leave for the airport?” she asked softly.
“We should leave in an hour,” Jimmy responded quietly. “Would you care to breakfast first?”
“I probably should,” Cady replied but did not move.
His fingers continued to play with her hair, “Soon then. Did you sleep all right?”
“I suppose. Why did you let me sleep here?”
“When you dozed off, I could not find it within myself to rouse you,” Jimmy answered. “And so here we slept.”
Cady slowly sat up, pivoting on the couch so that she sat facing him, “You could have woken me, James. Sleeping here on the couch was not the least bit necessary.”
He reached up and caressed her cheek, “Regardless that is in the past now, Cadence.”
She closed her eyes and sighed, “Pete was so upset last night.”
“I am certain it will all be okay, love,” he stated softly.
“I just… I love him, James,” her eyes opened and focused on his. “I love him.”
“Townshend is a lucky man. I do not know that he knows how lucky he is,” Jimmy claimed.
Closing her eyes again, she leaned forward and pressed her forehead to his. For a moment, they remained just like that, until he could no longer resist. Shifting slightly, Jimmy softly kissed her mouth. Though she did not return the kiss, she did not refuse it either. Tentatively his hand left her face and slipped down her spine, pressing her closer to him.
“James,” she muttered against his mouth, “we cannot.”
“Cadence,” he kissed her throat, “no one need know.”
“James… we… cannot…”
His lips went back to hers, “No one need know.”
“James,” she breathed into the kiss, “we…”
His hand slipped under her shirt and cupped her breast, his thumb and forefinger rolling her puckering nipple gently, “Tell me that you do not like this.”
“James, we… cannot…”
“But you like it,” he pointed out, his hand still caressing her.
“Ohhh,” she moaned softly before pulling abruptly away, forcing his hand out. “We cannot, James. I am with Pete. I love Pete.”
His shoulders slumped slightly, “Of course. I will go inquire about breakfast.”
As he walked away, Cady closed her eyes and took a deep breath. His touch did arouse her, but not as much as just a glance from Pete did. She presumed Jimmy had experience and talents to share, but she wanted them not. She was with Pete. She would be faithful to Pete. She would not kiss Jimmy again.
She hoped.
Walking out of the studio, John lit up a cigarette and leaned against the brick building. He glanced around coolly as he slowly inhaled. New York may be busy, had a different energy to anywhere he had ever been, but he was unimpressed. Perhaps it would be different if someone led them around to the hot nightspots. But while Kit could likely find someone to do just that, he was wary of the manager – no matter how much Pete loved him. John knew he merely had to wait a few more hours and Cady would return to the city. This would benefit him greatly for a number of reasons: Pete would be happy and they would have a true guide to the city.
“’ello, mate,” Roger stated as he slipped out of the studio. “Can I have one of those?”
Holding out the pack of cigarettes, John smirked, “Pete kick you out too?”
“Yeah,” he slipped the white stick between his lips. “I daan't understand why 'e wants just Keith in there wif 'im. Wot does 'e 'ave that we daan't?”
John shrugged, “I don’t know.”
“It's 'is Lemon, ain't it. Keith won't call 'im aahhht on 'is moods 'cause of 'er. So we 'ave ter leef the studio,” he declared.
The bassist shrugged again, but said nothing.
“Women. Women 're always the bloomin' problem. always. They will brin’ a geeza daahhhn and enjoy it. She better be 'ere tonight or...”
“She would have been here now if Kit hadn’t blocked her from coming,” John pointed out. “Don’t blame this on Cady.”
Roger stared at him for a long moment, watching as he ground out his cigarette, “Wot the bleedin' Gypsy Nell does 'e 'ave ter do wif any of this? Is she not a grahn Gooseberry Puddin' 'oo can make decisions 'erself? If she wanted ter be wif Pete, she would be wif Pete, not in England.”
John shook his head, “You make hasty decisions, mate.”
“'asty decisions? I fin' Cady is a 'asty decision on Pete's part.”
Turning back towards the door, John shrugged, “He loves her. Sometimes that is a hasty decision.”
“Love? Wot does 'e kna abaht love?”
Shaking his head, the bassist nearly headed back into the studio. He just knew that Roger and Cady would have to come to some sort agreement – or else shit was going to blow up. And Pete would be the fuse.
Getting up from her window seat, glad that no one sat beside her, Cady made her way to the restroom. Slipping into the loo, she stared at her reflection for a long moment before sitting down to relieve herself. Her thoughts jumped back to the tense car ride to the airport – at least it was tense until Jimmy leaned over and stole a kiss. Standing back in front of the mirror, her blue eyes focused on her lips. She had not intended to let him kiss her once more, but he had… and she could not stop thinking about it.
The flight to Pete was clearly too long.
Leaving the restroom after washing her hands, Cady headed back to her seat, hoping sleep would chase away the tingle on her mouth. A few steps away from her seat, she glanced a few rows back and froze. She blinked twice, hoping it would drive away what she saw. Despite her blinking and wish that she was hallucinating, it was not the case. And the flight to New York was about to seem much longer.
He stood and slowly approached her. With a flight attendant behind her, Cady was trapped. She could not escape him at all. He stopped before her, his long fingers going to her face. Before Cady could protest, his lips touched hers. While she wanted nothing more than to shove him away, the size of the enclosed space would hardly permit such motions. Instead she turned her cheek to him, hoping that alone would give him enough of a sign to halt.
“Jimi, stop,” she muttered.
“Baby, I have missed you so much,” he muttered, attempting to kiss her again.
“No,” she stated louder, more forcibly.
“Sir, ma’am,” the flight attendant spoke up from behind them.
“Move, Jimi,” Cady declared, her eyes meeting his.
“I noticed the seat next to you is empty. Leaving Townshend?” he asked, not moving.
“No. I’m going to New York to meet him. Now move out of the way,” she responded.
He shuffled backwards, stopping a row back from her seat. Knowing exactly what he was about to do, Cady hesitated to sit down. But knowing the woman in uniform behind her needed to get pass, she returned to her seat. A second later, Jimi sat next to her. Her fingers curled over the armrests, her knuckles turning white nearly instantly. If he was going to insist sitting next to her, she was going to do her damnedest to ignore him. Her eyes even turned to the window, focusing on the blue ocean stretched below the plane.
A hand on her thigh drew her eyes away from the sea, especially as it was upon her bare skin, not her skirt, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“ I know you miss me, baby. I can tell,” his hand remained where it was briefly before attempting to inch up to her panties.
“Get your fucking hand off of me, Hendrix, before I–”
“Before you what, baby? Should we go to the bathroom?” he smirked.
Cady stared at him blankly for a long moment before responding, “Yes, of course. Head there and I’ll meet you in a moment.”
His eyes met hers, a bit surprised, but he grinned and got to his feet. Cady watched the lanky guitarist head to the bathroom, pausing to look back at her. Winking at him, she smiled warily – which disappeared the moment he closed the door. With Jimi unable to see her any more, Cady looked around the plane. She remembered hearing someone talking about his work as a police officer in New York City. She only hoped she could charm him into sitting next to her before Jimi wondered why she had not snuck into the bathroom with him. Finding the officer, Cady quickly scrambled to her feet and approached him.
“Excuse me for interrupting,” she spoke up softly, drawing his eyes from the pages of the magazine he read.
“Can I help you?” he responded.
Her eyes briefly glanced at the page he was reading, noticing he was opened to the latest article on The Who in NME, “Um, yes, I overheard you mention you work for the police department in New York?”
“I do.”
“And I see you have some interest in music,” she motioned to the magazine.
“I do.”
“If you would sit next to me and keep an ex-boyfriend away from me, I’ll get you in to The Who’s show tonight,” Cady offered.
“Excuse me?”
“Just please sit next to me and I’ll explain it all. I promise.”
Nodding, he folded up his tray, gathered his things, and moved up the plane to sit next to Cady. The two were settled and fell into easy conversation. They were deep in discussion about her connection to The Who when Jimi returned, frustration on his face for her failure to join him in the bathroom. He glared down at the stranger, blocking him from Cady.
“Can I help you?” the man asked, looking up at Jimi.
“Move,” Jimi ordered.
“No.”
“Move.”
“No.”
Jimi glared, “If you do not move, I will–”
The officer stood up, opening his jacket enough to illustrate that he was armed, “You will what, sir?”
He glanced at the man’s gun and then at Cady. His mouth opened but no words tumbled out. Instead, his eyes darkened and he continued down the aisle. The police officer remained standing for a long moment before returning to the seat next to Cady.
“Thank you,” she muttered softly. “By the way, I’m Cady.”
“I’m Michael,” he smiled, before leaning closer to her. “That was Jimi Hendrix, right?”
“Yeah. And he’s an asshole.”
Completely against Kit’s declarations, Pete and John headed to the airport. Undoubtedly picking up Cady would cut it close to their show, but Pete would have it no other way. Therefore, the two men stood in the tarmac, the guitarist clutching a bouquet of flowers, their eyes focused on the board announcing flight arrivals. As the sign changed from due to arrived next to London, Pete’s eyes widened and he turned, hurrying down the corridor. Shaking his head, John slowly headed in the same direction.
The bassist reached the gate a few moments before the door opened and passengers began to step out. He leaned against the wall, watching people embrace. His brows rose as none other than Jimi Hendrix stepped through the propped door. His eyes settled on Pete, watching his body language change instantly. Pushing away from the wall to interject before his mate caused a scene, his eyes flicked to the door once more, connecting with Cady’s. She pressed her finger to her lips and winked at John before heading over to Pete.
With his attention turned to the other guitarist, whom had yet to notice him, Pete did not even see Cady as she approached. Her arms quickly circled him, her lips pressing against his cheek. His eyes instantly whirled around to her and a grin lit his face. Circling her waist with his arms, Pete lifted her from the ground and kissed her happily.
Setting her back down, he leaned back and held up the flowers, “I have missed you so much.”
“I’ve missed you too, Pete,” Cady quickly kissed him again before glancing at the bouquet. “They’re beautiful.”
“Not half as beautiful as you.”
She grinned, “Thank you.”
“I saw Hendrix did he…”
“Pete, I would like you to meet someone,” she pulled away from him. “This is Michael. He’s my personal, impromptu bodyguard and a big fan of your band. He would love to come to the show tonight.”
“I… uh… sure,” he responded softly.
“I’ll explain on the way,” Cady said and kissed Pete again. “Shall we? I know we’re cutting it close getting to the venue on time.”
“Yes, of course,” Pete nodded, turning away from the gate.
Cady remained where she was, causing him to snap back to her. His eyes went to hers, trying to figure out why she had not moved. She flashed him a large smile and leaned close to his ear.
“I love you, Pete Townshend,” she whispered before kissing his right ear.
Holding his hand, ever so glad that Pete had decided to shower at the venue instead of waiting until they returned home, Cady pulled her boyfriend up to the Soho building. She happily nibbled on his ear as he fumbled with the keys to the door. While she had only had a single drink at the show, it was seemingly enough to toss her inhibitions out the window. Watching him on stage – even though Pete became another person once his boots hit the stage – seemingly aroused her more than ever before. She had to have Pete. Waiting to get home had proved difficult, but she managed, at least as far as the building. If he did not get the door open soon, she was going to–
“Hurry, Pete,” she breathed in his ear before biting it again.
He wrenched the door open, grabbed her hand, and pulled her into the building. The door slammed close behind the couple, but they paid it no mind as they hurried to the elevator. Pressing the button, Cady pushed Pete’s back against the iron grate and kissed him deeply. He eagerly met her kisses until the elevator stopped behind him.
“Baby,” he muttered.
Pulling back, her eyes flicked to the lift before she stepped back. Pete turned quickly, sliding the gate out of the way. His fingers curled around hers, tugging her into the elevator. Once the lift began to rise, Cady once more attacked Pete with kisses. He struggled to pull away once they reached the fourth floor. Stepping out into the corridor, Cady kissed his neck and slipped the keys out of his hand. With a giggle, she hurried down the hallway to her apartment.
By the time Pete had closed up the elevator again and pursued her, she had unlocked the apartment and stepped in. His eyes went to hers as he entered and closed the door. Holding his gaze, she grinned, her fingers reaching behind her back to unzip her dress. Pete’s breath caught as the dress skirted down her curves, leaving her only attired in red panties and white boots. With a half smile, she beckoned him with one finger.
Practically tripping over his shoes as he removed them, Pete rushed into the arms of his girlfriend. He tore quickly as his own clothing while kissing her frantically. Completely naked, Pete scooped Cady up and carried her triumphantly to their large bed. Tossing her playfully onto the bed, he nibbled at her nipples, his hands caressing her flesh. She purred and moaned his name, her fingernails lighting scratching his shoulders.
His mouth met hers in a deep kiss as his hands parted her legs. His right hand rubbed her panty-covered mound before dipping down. His thick middle finger pressed down the center of her panties as his hand traced down, causing the fabric to instantly darken with her juices. He did not want to wait another moment any more than she wanted it. Pushing the silky fabric to the side, he quickly thrust into her.
“Oh god, Pete,” Cady moaned, arching her body to meet his thrusts.
Their bodies moved quickly, their breaths becoming shallow. Though only apart for a few days, their intensity bespoke a much greater separation, almost desperation. Her legs looped tightly about his waist, keeping his movements shallow. Feeling tension building in her body that matched his, Pete pushed deeply into her body. Framing her face with his hands, he kissed her sweetly, causing her eyes to flutter open as he pulled back.
“I love you, Cady,” he breathed.
“I love you, too.”
Unwrapping her legs, the heels of her boots dug into the bed, pressing her body tightly up against Pete’s. He pulled out ever so slightly, his eyes holding hers. Pushing back in, both moaned in completion. Waves of ecstasy shot through her body, pulling the same from his. Together they pulsed for a few long, orgasmic moments.
When her body no longer pulsed around his, Pete slowly pulled out and rolled both of them. Smiling Cady kissed him sweetly before pushing up to remove her panties and boots, not intending to sleep in either. Her eyes glanced around the dark apartment as if remembering what it looked like lit by only the light of the city from the windows. Dropping her boots on the floor, though unzipping them had been difficult with Pete already kissing the flesh of her shoulders once more, her eyes settled on a blank spot next to the bed.
“Pete? Where’s my painting?”
Rating: NC-17 [language, alcohol, language, sex]
Summary: Pete & Cady deal with Jimmy. Oh and they reunite in New York.
Cady stared at the phone for a long moment, as if it was a foreign object to her. How had he known to call her there? How had he tracked her down? What was she going to tell him? What would he believe? Should she even answer the call? Could she ignore it?
No, she could not.
Slowly getting to her feet, a bit wobbly from the alcohol still, Cady made her way over to the phone. Her blue eyes went to Jimmy as she accepted the phone. Before releasing the phone, he leaned over and kissed her sweetly. Stepping around the young woman, Jimmy retreated to the couch, sitting and pretending to not watch her.
“H-hello?” she muttered.
“Cady? Cady, what are you doing at HIS house?”
“Um… well… have you been drinking, Pete?” she responded.
“WHY DOES THAT BLOODY MAKE A DIFFERENCE!?”
Cady paused, “Pete, baby, you’re not thinking rationally.”
“I’M NOT THE ONE WITH THAT CASANOVA! YOU’RE THE ONE BEING IRRATIONAL!”
She took a deep breath, “Pete, I love you. You have nothing to worry about. Jimmy is–”
“NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT? YOU’RE AT PAGE’S HOUSE! HOW CAN THAT BE SOMETHING TO NOT WORRY ABOUT!?”
“Pete,” she said calmly, glancing at Jimmy as he poured another drink, “I am at James’s house because he is taking me to the airport bright and early in the morning so that I can be with you. He purchased the ticket so I could be with you. You have nothing to worry about. I will not sleep in his bed. I will not do anything in his bed. Everything will be fine.”
“YOU ARE AT HIS HOUSE!”
“Pete, my love,” Cady closed her eyes to chase away the wave of dizziness that overcame her, “worry not. I will be in your arms, in our bed tomorrow night. Do not worry. Trust me.”
“YOU ARE AT HIS HOUSE!”
“Pete,” her eyes opened and glanced at Jimmy as he approached her, holding out a glass, “you have nothing to fear. I belong to you. In fact, I will get off the phone now and withdraw to the guest room and you can–”
“BLOODY HELL! YOU ARE GOING TO FU–”
“Pete, if you don’t calm down right now, I am going to hang up this phone and–”
“SHAG JIMMY PAGE!”
Scowling Cady dropped the phone down on the base and walked away. Her eyes went to Jimmy and she accepted the offered drink. With a couple of gulps, she handed the empty glass back to him. He glanced once at it before offering the untouched one in his hand. With a slight shrug, Cady accepted that one and quickly drained it.
Hiccupping once, she headed back to the sofa. A moment later Jimmy sat beside her, offering another drink. Staring at it for a long second, she shrugged and accepted the drink. Jimmy’s dark eyes watched as her lips touched the glass. She downed the drink quickly before setting the empty glass on the coffee table.
“Love,” Jimmy spoke cautiously, “perhaps you should slow down.”
“He fucking thinks I am going to fuck you,” she growled.
He smirked, “Cadence, perhaps you should…”
Her eyes went to his, “James, I am not going to prove him right.”
“I was not suggesting such. Remain here,” he stated and got to his feet.
Cady did not watch him leave the room. In her intoxicated state, she quickly turned over the night’s events. From the start, she had known being around Jimmy was not a good idea, and yet there she was, completely sloshed, right where she should not be. Pete was right… to be nervous. There was no way she could say no to Jimmy in her state. She would not even be able to say anything as it were to begin with. She should… she was going to…
“Oh god,” she muttered and stumbled up from the couch just as Jimmy entered the room.
He quickly set the large glass of water down and hurried to her side. His arm slipped around her waist and he guided her to the loo, figuring that was the only place she could be heading. As they reached the nearest bathroom, Cady barreled out of his arms and launched herself at the toilet. Jimmy remained in the doorway for a long moment, until she sat back on her feet, pressing the heels of her hands to her eyes.
“Oh god, James, what have I done?”
“Nothing, Cadence,” he claimed as he pulled the hand towel free and ran it in hot water before offering it to her. “Your behavior has been exemplary. Townshend has no reason to fear.”
She accepted the towel and pressed it to her face, mumbling into it. Though he wondered what she said, Jimmy did not push. She would speak to him directly when desired. Instead, he stood stoically by, not wanting to push too much, but not wanting to be completely hands-off either.
“Perhaps you would care for a shower and then perhaps a spot of tea?” he offered.
She lowered the towel from her face, “Yes, James, that would be lovely.”
Staring at the phone for a long moment, Pete scowled before beating the handset against the table. Growling, he grabbed the entire white telephone and tore it from the wall. He threw it across the room, watching with some vindication as it slammed into one of Cady’s paintings, making it crash to the floor. John stood silently by, watching the proceedings with raised eyebrows and nothing more – at least until Pete headed to the icebox once more.
Stepping in to cut off Pete’s steps, John spoke, “I do not think you need to imbibe any more, mate.”
“SHE IS FUCKING JIMMY PAGE!”
“Just because she is at Page’s residence does not mean they are having sex,” he stated calmly.
“SHE IS FUCKING JIMMY PAGE!”
“Pete, mate, you need to calm down. You don’t know that. I would go as far as to say that it’s not true. Cady loves you. She might be at Jimmy’s house, but I’m sure she has reason for that. She is not having sex with him. You need to calm down,” John said.
“BUT SHE IS FUCKING–”
“She isn’t,” he interrupted, raising his voice slightly. “Cady is not doing such a thing. And you are just being a fool and a buffoon for thinking as much. In fact, you are behaving in a way that is completely the opposite of the intelligent man I know you to be. Look around and see what you have done to your girlfriend’s flat, mate. Just take a moment and look around.”
For some reason unexplainable, John’s words punctured through the red cloud surrounding Pete’s mind at that moment and the guitarist slowly began to look around the apartment. Before he even spied the fallen painting, his stomach began to reject the most recent bottle of wine. He spun quickly and rushed into the small bathroom, falling to his knees in front of the toilet.
With a sigh, John filled a glass with water while his best mate retched into the toilet. At least that would aid in Pete’s recovery, making it possible to get the guitarist into the studio in a few hours. He returned to the bathroom as Pete pulled on the handle to flush and slowly stood. Waiting until his best friend washed his hands and turned towards the door, John held out the glass of water.
Accepting it silently, Pete headed over to the white couch and sat down. He drank deeply and slowly, his eyes barely glancing as John sat in the nearby armchair. Minutes of silence passed between the two men, neither really feeling the need to speak. Pete’s thoughts were still running a mile a minute, no longer filtered by alcohol. While that did allow him the chance to think something other than one sentence, it did not help calm his nerves at all. He was certain, certain, that Jimmy was working his magic on his girlfriend. Silently stewing over what he knew had to be happening was not Pete’s idea of a good time at all.
“Pete–”
“She’s at his house,” he grumbled.
“Lots of people are at lots of people’s houses, Pete,” John responded. “And I’m pretty sure they are not all having sex. I am at Cady’s and we’re not having sex.”
Pete’s blue eyes slowly met his friend’s as he processed the bassist’s words. A smirk danced across his face at the realization of the truth of John’s words. It was foolish for him to think just because his girlfriend was at the home of another, she would have sex with him. Pete trusted Cady.
But goddammit. Jimmy Page was just no other person either.
“But, John, he’s Jimmy Page.”
“So? She has had Jimi Hendrix chasing her too. Guess who she chose?”
Pete sighed, “Hendrix is not likely to give up any more than Page will. And Page has yet to treat her poorly.”
“None of that matters. She chose you, Pete. She chose you.”
Curled up on Jimmy’s couch, her head in his lap, Cady stretched upon waking. As her blue eyes scanned her surroundings, trying to figure out where she was. The moment a hand softly touched her head, brushing her hair from her face, she remembered everything about the night, including whose lap she dozed upon. While her sober mind thought it to be wrong for her to even be there, she did not move. She was there all the same, no way to change the facts as they already were.
“When do we have to leave for the airport?” she asked softly.
“We should leave in an hour,” Jimmy responded quietly. “Would you care to breakfast first?”
“I probably should,” Cady replied but did not move.
His fingers continued to play with her hair, “Soon then. Did you sleep all right?”
“I suppose. Why did you let me sleep here?”
“When you dozed off, I could not find it within myself to rouse you,” Jimmy answered. “And so here we slept.”
Cady slowly sat up, pivoting on the couch so that she sat facing him, “You could have woken me, James. Sleeping here on the couch was not the least bit necessary.”
He reached up and caressed her cheek, “Regardless that is in the past now, Cadence.”
She closed her eyes and sighed, “Pete was so upset last night.”
“I am certain it will all be okay, love,” he stated softly.
“I just… I love him, James,” her eyes opened and focused on his. “I love him.”
“Townshend is a lucky man. I do not know that he knows how lucky he is,” Jimmy claimed.
Closing her eyes again, she leaned forward and pressed her forehead to his. For a moment, they remained just like that, until he could no longer resist. Shifting slightly, Jimmy softly kissed her mouth. Though she did not return the kiss, she did not refuse it either. Tentatively his hand left her face and slipped down her spine, pressing her closer to him.
“James,” she muttered against his mouth, “we cannot.”
“Cadence,” he kissed her throat, “no one need know.”
“James… we… cannot…”
His lips went back to hers, “No one need know.”
“James,” she breathed into the kiss, “we…”
His hand slipped under her shirt and cupped her breast, his thumb and forefinger rolling her puckering nipple gently, “Tell me that you do not like this.”
“James, we… cannot…”
“But you like it,” he pointed out, his hand still caressing her.
“Ohhh,” she moaned softly before pulling abruptly away, forcing his hand out. “We cannot, James. I am with Pete. I love Pete.”
His shoulders slumped slightly, “Of course. I will go inquire about breakfast.”
As he walked away, Cady closed her eyes and took a deep breath. His touch did arouse her, but not as much as just a glance from Pete did. She presumed Jimmy had experience and talents to share, but she wanted them not. She was with Pete. She would be faithful to Pete. She would not kiss Jimmy again.
She hoped.
Walking out of the studio, John lit up a cigarette and leaned against the brick building. He glanced around coolly as he slowly inhaled. New York may be busy, had a different energy to anywhere he had ever been, but he was unimpressed. Perhaps it would be different if someone led them around to the hot nightspots. But while Kit could likely find someone to do just that, he was wary of the manager – no matter how much Pete loved him. John knew he merely had to wait a few more hours and Cady would return to the city. This would benefit him greatly for a number of reasons: Pete would be happy and they would have a true guide to the city.
“’ello, mate,” Roger stated as he slipped out of the studio. “Can I have one of those?”
Holding out the pack of cigarettes, John smirked, “Pete kick you out too?”
“Yeah,” he slipped the white stick between his lips. “I daan't understand why 'e wants just Keith in there wif 'im. Wot does 'e 'ave that we daan't?”
John shrugged, “I don’t know.”
“It's 'is Lemon, ain't it. Keith won't call 'im aahhht on 'is moods 'cause of 'er. So we 'ave ter leef the studio,” he declared.
The bassist shrugged again, but said nothing.
“Women. Women 're always the bloomin' problem. always. They will brin’ a geeza daahhhn and enjoy it. She better be 'ere tonight or...”
“She would have been here now if Kit hadn’t blocked her from coming,” John pointed out. “Don’t blame this on Cady.”
Roger stared at him for a long moment, watching as he ground out his cigarette, “Wot the bleedin' Gypsy Nell does 'e 'ave ter do wif any of this? Is she not a grahn Gooseberry Puddin' 'oo can make decisions 'erself? If she wanted ter be wif Pete, she would be wif Pete, not in England.”
John shook his head, “You make hasty decisions, mate.”
“'asty decisions? I fin' Cady is a 'asty decision on Pete's part.”
Turning back towards the door, John shrugged, “He loves her. Sometimes that is a hasty decision.”
“Love? Wot does 'e kna abaht love?”
Shaking his head, the bassist nearly headed back into the studio. He just knew that Roger and Cady would have to come to some sort agreement – or else shit was going to blow up. And Pete would be the fuse.
Getting up from her window seat, glad that no one sat beside her, Cady made her way to the restroom. Slipping into the loo, she stared at her reflection for a long moment before sitting down to relieve herself. Her thoughts jumped back to the tense car ride to the airport – at least it was tense until Jimmy leaned over and stole a kiss. Standing back in front of the mirror, her blue eyes focused on her lips. She had not intended to let him kiss her once more, but he had… and she could not stop thinking about it.
The flight to Pete was clearly too long.
Leaving the restroom after washing her hands, Cady headed back to her seat, hoping sleep would chase away the tingle on her mouth. A few steps away from her seat, she glanced a few rows back and froze. She blinked twice, hoping it would drive away what she saw. Despite her blinking and wish that she was hallucinating, it was not the case. And the flight to New York was about to seem much longer.
He stood and slowly approached her. With a flight attendant behind her, Cady was trapped. She could not escape him at all. He stopped before her, his long fingers going to her face. Before Cady could protest, his lips touched hers. While she wanted nothing more than to shove him away, the size of the enclosed space would hardly permit such motions. Instead she turned her cheek to him, hoping that alone would give him enough of a sign to halt.
“Jimi, stop,” she muttered.
“Baby, I have missed you so much,” he muttered, attempting to kiss her again.
“No,” she stated louder, more forcibly.
“Sir, ma’am,” the flight attendant spoke up from behind them.
“Move, Jimi,” Cady declared, her eyes meeting his.
“I noticed the seat next to you is empty. Leaving Townshend?” he asked, not moving.
“No. I’m going to New York to meet him. Now move out of the way,” she responded.
He shuffled backwards, stopping a row back from her seat. Knowing exactly what he was about to do, Cady hesitated to sit down. But knowing the woman in uniform behind her needed to get pass, she returned to her seat. A second later, Jimi sat next to her. Her fingers curled over the armrests, her knuckles turning white nearly instantly. If he was going to insist sitting next to her, she was going to do her damnedest to ignore him. Her eyes even turned to the window, focusing on the blue ocean stretched below the plane.
A hand on her thigh drew her eyes away from the sea, especially as it was upon her bare skin, not her skirt, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“ I know you miss me, baby. I can tell,” his hand remained where it was briefly before attempting to inch up to her panties.
“Get your fucking hand off of me, Hendrix, before I–”
“Before you what, baby? Should we go to the bathroom?” he smirked.
Cady stared at him blankly for a long moment before responding, “Yes, of course. Head there and I’ll meet you in a moment.”
His eyes met hers, a bit surprised, but he grinned and got to his feet. Cady watched the lanky guitarist head to the bathroom, pausing to look back at her. Winking at him, she smiled warily – which disappeared the moment he closed the door. With Jimi unable to see her any more, Cady looked around the plane. She remembered hearing someone talking about his work as a police officer in New York City. She only hoped she could charm him into sitting next to her before Jimi wondered why she had not snuck into the bathroom with him. Finding the officer, Cady quickly scrambled to her feet and approached him.
“Excuse me for interrupting,” she spoke up softly, drawing his eyes from the pages of the magazine he read.
“Can I help you?” he responded.
Her eyes briefly glanced at the page he was reading, noticing he was opened to the latest article on The Who in NME, “Um, yes, I overheard you mention you work for the police department in New York?”
“I do.”
“And I see you have some interest in music,” she motioned to the magazine.
“I do.”
“If you would sit next to me and keep an ex-boyfriend away from me, I’ll get you in to The Who’s show tonight,” Cady offered.
“Excuse me?”
“Just please sit next to me and I’ll explain it all. I promise.”
Nodding, he folded up his tray, gathered his things, and moved up the plane to sit next to Cady. The two were settled and fell into easy conversation. They were deep in discussion about her connection to The Who when Jimi returned, frustration on his face for her failure to join him in the bathroom. He glared down at the stranger, blocking him from Cady.
“Can I help you?” the man asked, looking up at Jimi.
“Move,” Jimi ordered.
“No.”
“Move.”
“No.”
Jimi glared, “If you do not move, I will–”
The officer stood up, opening his jacket enough to illustrate that he was armed, “You will what, sir?”
He glanced at the man’s gun and then at Cady. His mouth opened but no words tumbled out. Instead, his eyes darkened and he continued down the aisle. The police officer remained standing for a long moment before returning to the seat next to Cady.
“Thank you,” she muttered softly. “By the way, I’m Cady.”
“I’m Michael,” he smiled, before leaning closer to her. “That was Jimi Hendrix, right?”
“Yeah. And he’s an asshole.”
Completely against Kit’s declarations, Pete and John headed to the airport. Undoubtedly picking up Cady would cut it close to their show, but Pete would have it no other way. Therefore, the two men stood in the tarmac, the guitarist clutching a bouquet of flowers, their eyes focused on the board announcing flight arrivals. As the sign changed from due to arrived next to London, Pete’s eyes widened and he turned, hurrying down the corridor. Shaking his head, John slowly headed in the same direction.
The bassist reached the gate a few moments before the door opened and passengers began to step out. He leaned against the wall, watching people embrace. His brows rose as none other than Jimi Hendrix stepped through the propped door. His eyes settled on Pete, watching his body language change instantly. Pushing away from the wall to interject before his mate caused a scene, his eyes flicked to the door once more, connecting with Cady’s. She pressed her finger to her lips and winked at John before heading over to Pete.
With his attention turned to the other guitarist, whom had yet to notice him, Pete did not even see Cady as she approached. Her arms quickly circled him, her lips pressing against his cheek. His eyes instantly whirled around to her and a grin lit his face. Circling her waist with his arms, Pete lifted her from the ground and kissed her happily.
Setting her back down, he leaned back and held up the flowers, “I have missed you so much.”
“I’ve missed you too, Pete,” Cady quickly kissed him again before glancing at the bouquet. “They’re beautiful.”
“Not half as beautiful as you.”
She grinned, “Thank you.”
“I saw Hendrix did he…”
“Pete, I would like you to meet someone,” she pulled away from him. “This is Michael. He’s my personal, impromptu bodyguard and a big fan of your band. He would love to come to the show tonight.”
“I… uh… sure,” he responded softly.
“I’ll explain on the way,” Cady said and kissed Pete again. “Shall we? I know we’re cutting it close getting to the venue on time.”
“Yes, of course,” Pete nodded, turning away from the gate.
Cady remained where she was, causing him to snap back to her. His eyes went to hers, trying to figure out why she had not moved. She flashed him a large smile and leaned close to his ear.
“I love you, Pete Townshend,” she whispered before kissing his right ear.
Holding his hand, ever so glad that Pete had decided to shower at the venue instead of waiting until they returned home, Cady pulled her boyfriend up to the Soho building. She happily nibbled on his ear as he fumbled with the keys to the door. While she had only had a single drink at the show, it was seemingly enough to toss her inhibitions out the window. Watching him on stage – even though Pete became another person once his boots hit the stage – seemingly aroused her more than ever before. She had to have Pete. Waiting to get home had proved difficult, but she managed, at least as far as the building. If he did not get the door open soon, she was going to–
“Hurry, Pete,” she breathed in his ear before biting it again.
He wrenched the door open, grabbed her hand, and pulled her into the building. The door slammed close behind the couple, but they paid it no mind as they hurried to the elevator. Pressing the button, Cady pushed Pete’s back against the iron grate and kissed him deeply. He eagerly met her kisses until the elevator stopped behind him.
“Baby,” he muttered.
Pulling back, her eyes flicked to the lift before she stepped back. Pete turned quickly, sliding the gate out of the way. His fingers curled around hers, tugging her into the elevator. Once the lift began to rise, Cady once more attacked Pete with kisses. He struggled to pull away once they reached the fourth floor. Stepping out into the corridor, Cady kissed his neck and slipped the keys out of his hand. With a giggle, she hurried down the hallway to her apartment.
By the time Pete had closed up the elevator again and pursued her, she had unlocked the apartment and stepped in. His eyes went to hers as he entered and closed the door. Holding his gaze, she grinned, her fingers reaching behind her back to unzip her dress. Pete’s breath caught as the dress skirted down her curves, leaving her only attired in red panties and white boots. With a half smile, she beckoned him with one finger.
Practically tripping over his shoes as he removed them, Pete rushed into the arms of his girlfriend. He tore quickly as his own clothing while kissing her frantically. Completely naked, Pete scooped Cady up and carried her triumphantly to their large bed. Tossing her playfully onto the bed, he nibbled at her nipples, his hands caressing her flesh. She purred and moaned his name, her fingernails lighting scratching his shoulders.
His mouth met hers in a deep kiss as his hands parted her legs. His right hand rubbed her panty-covered mound before dipping down. His thick middle finger pressed down the center of her panties as his hand traced down, causing the fabric to instantly darken with her juices. He did not want to wait another moment any more than she wanted it. Pushing the silky fabric to the side, he quickly thrust into her.
“Oh god, Pete,” Cady moaned, arching her body to meet his thrusts.
Their bodies moved quickly, their breaths becoming shallow. Though only apart for a few days, their intensity bespoke a much greater separation, almost desperation. Her legs looped tightly about his waist, keeping his movements shallow. Feeling tension building in her body that matched his, Pete pushed deeply into her body. Framing her face with his hands, he kissed her sweetly, causing her eyes to flutter open as he pulled back.
“I love you, Cady,” he breathed.
“I love you, too.”
Unwrapping her legs, the heels of her boots dug into the bed, pressing her body tightly up against Pete’s. He pulled out ever so slightly, his eyes holding hers. Pushing back in, both moaned in completion. Waves of ecstasy shot through her body, pulling the same from his. Together they pulsed for a few long, orgasmic moments.
When her body no longer pulsed around his, Pete slowly pulled out and rolled both of them. Smiling Cady kissed him sweetly before pushing up to remove her panties and boots, not intending to sleep in either. Her eyes glanced around the dark apartment as if remembering what it looked like lit by only the light of the city from the windows. Dropping her boots on the floor, though unzipping them had been difficult with Pete already kissing the flesh of her shoulders once more, her eyes settled on a blank spot next to the bed.
“Pete? Where’s my painting?”
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