Title: Bittersweet Birthday
Characters: Jimmy Page, Summer Dylan, James Page, Bob & Adele Dylan
Word Count: 3387
Rating: R [drugs, sex]
Warnings/Spoilers/Summary: It's seven weeks after the birth of their son. Summer wants to give Jimmy a special birthday, but only if he'll come out of the studio...




January 1979

Leaving her doctor’s office with James bundled tightly to her, Summer smiled. The news was exceptionally good and fit well with her plans for Jimmy’s birthday celebration. Add to the fact her parents were in town meant they had a built-in babysitter whenever they desired. It truly had been a blessing to reconnect with her mother. Not only because she, like everyone else, thought Adele perished in the fire, but because Summer found she needed a mother more than anyone during her pregnancy. Adele made certain to be near when the baby was due; Bob flew to England as soon as his tour was over to meet his month-old-grandson. She managed pregnancy and birth because she knew she would be loved and taken care of by her parents. Just as she knew the happy grandparents would eagerly watch the baby for a few hours for her to spend time with Jimmy for his birthday. Everything seemed to be going perfectly.

Provided, of course, that she could get Jimmy out of his studio for a few hours.

Summer met with Adele outside the doctor’s office and the two women headed downtown for a few final items for Tuesday night. Anyone else may have been nervous to share the news with their mother, but Summer and Adele made a point to always be open with each other. It was one of the ways they healed after the years of brainwashing at the farm. Therefore, the elder woman knew exactly the kinds of things her daughter sought, even recommended things to make the evening go even more smoothly. Most considered them sisters, not mother and daughter. Neither refuted such ideas.

Returning home to Jimmy’s Plumpton Place manor, Summer sat in the parlor to nurse James while her mother put away their purchases. She handed off her son when Bob walked into the room post-nursing and decided to head upstairs to check on Jimmy. Very few were ever allowed in the studio while he worked, mainly because he was hiding activities he should not have been doing, but Summer never feared Jimmy’s wrath.

Not even bothering to knock, she pushed the studio door open and slipped in. The room was completely silent. Eyes settling on the mixing table, she sighed. Jimmy had passed out on top of his work. Noticing an Asian-styled urn on the table, she struggled to not sigh again and approached Jimmy. She lifted the lid of the urn and glanced in, biting her bottom lip. She knew very well what the white powder inside was and hated that Jimmy was using – and using often. Returning the lid to the urn, as she did not want Jimmy to accuse her of stealing or even touching his stash, she turned to him, brushed his hair from his eyes, and kissed his temple.

“Jimmy, love,” she muttered softly, “come downstairs and eat with us.”

He stirred slightly, but gave no indication he knew she was there.

She kissed him again, “Love, wake up. I got some more of those biscuits you like.”

He grumbled softly, opening one eye and looking at her.

“Hi,” Summer smiled and kissed his mouth.

“Princess,” he muttered, slowly leaning up.

“Hi,” she repeated and kissed him again. “Come downstairs and eat with us?”

“Work… I have so much work to do,” he declared, turning towards the mixing table.

She noticed his eyes settle on the urn, a flash of fear shooting through his features. Whether he was afraid she got into his stash or the fact she knew he had snorted some heroin recently, she was uncertain. Neither said anything, merely remained in a tense holding pattern. He finally stopped staring at the blue and white vase and looked up at her.

“I have so much work to do,” he repeated.

“Come eat with us. We have those biscuits you like.”

His features softened slightly, “You got them for me?”

“Mmmhmmm,” she nodded, reaching up to caress his face. “I did. Come eat with us.”

“I… okay,” he agreed reluctantly.

Jimmy managed to make it through dinner without incident. He even remained downstairs to hold his son for a while, letting Summer doze on the sofa. However, as the baby began to cry, he tensed and handed James off to his tired fiancée. Disappearing back up to his studio not much later, Jimmy left Summer with a frown on her face.

“I am certain he is just worried about his album,” Bob declared as he rocked James asleep.

“Yeah,” she responded, not about to tell her father about Jimmy’s addiction. “You’re probably right, Daddy.”

“Why don’t you go take a bath, sweetheart?” Adele stopped by her chair and brushed her hair from her eyes. “We’ll take care of James for you.”

“You sure?” she looked up at her mother.

“Of course, sweetheart. You did a lot today. Go relax while you can,” she smiled.

“Okay. Thank you,” she smiled.

Getting to her feet, Summer moved to where Bob sat with her baby. She kissed the top of James’s head and Bob’s cheek. Heading upstairs, she paused at the stop of the staircase. Her blue eyes glanced towards Jimmy’s studio and she sighed. A big part of her wanted to interrupt whatever he was doing. However, she hardly had the time for a bath those days, with a seven-week-old baby to take care of, so she headed to the bathroom instead of the studio, filled with worry.



With James sleeping in a bassinet on the table, Summer stirred batter in a bowl. The oven beeped, indicating the first two layers of the birthday cake were ready. Adele quickly picked up a hot pad and removed the cakes from the oven. In the other room, Bob plucked away at his guitar, filling the lower levels of the soft sound. Everything seemed pleasant on that Tuesday afternoon – minus the absence of the birthday boy himself.

After sliding two more filled cake pans into the oven, Summer glanced at her mother, “Watch the baby for awhile? I’m going to go and check on Jimmy.”

Adele nodded and waved her daughter off. Leaving her mother to clean up the kitchen, she headed upstairs to the studio. She slipped into the room unnoticed. A bit surprisingly, Jimmy sat up, headphones on, his fingers dancing over the mixing board. Leaning against the wall, she watched Jimmy work for a few minutes. He was definitely in a zone.

And she did not see any of his drug containers around, which alone made her smile.

He set down his headphones and pushed back from the mixing table, folding his hands behind his head. Slowly Summer approached him and leaned forward, kissing his hands. He jumped some, turning to face her. Before he could begin to greet her, Summer kissed his mouth softly.

“Hi.”

“Summer…”

Her eyes searched his briefly. She could tell he was high, but from his reaction, she assumed it was cocaine, not heroin. Cocaine was a bit easier to work around than heroin, but she really wished he would give up both. But she would not say as much on his birthday and simply kissed his mouth sweetly.

“Happy birthday, love,” she breathed.

He smiled slightly, “It’s my birthday?”

“Mmmhmmm,” she kissed him again. “Happy thirty-fifth, my prince.”

Jimmy blinked, “Shit.”

“I considered throwing you a party… and the band was willing. But with James and everything…”

He reached up and caressed her cheek, “I would rather spend it with just you.”

“That is what I planned instead,” she smiled.

“You are so good to me.”

“I’ll come get you for dinner,” she offered.

“No…” he quickly turned around and turned everything off. “I am done here for today.”

“Really?” her eyes brightened.

“I would rather spend the day with you.”

Turning back to face her, Jimmy pulled her into his lap and kissed her deeply. Summer giggled softly, wrapping her arms around his neck. He muttered in her ear, but she did not entirely understand his words. Nibbling on her ear, Jimmy cupped her milk-laden breasts, his thumbs rubbing her enlarged nipples. She sighed happily, having not felt his touch since long before James was born.

“I love you, Summer,” Jimmy muttered, kissing her mouth again.

“I love you too,” she smiled. “I–”

She tilted her head suddenly. Concern filled Jimmy’s face. Without saying anything, Summer climbed out of his lap, moving towards the door. Pulling it open more, she leaned out of the studio.

Her eyes went back to Jimmy, “Come, love. Our son calls.”



Sitting at the candlelit dinner table with only Summer as company, Jimmy caressed her hand as he held it. Looking back on the day, he felt as if his birthday had been filled with far more meaning than expected. He attended Summer while she nursed their son, taking up burping, diapering, and bathing duties himself. They strolled about the grounds while their son slept, watched by his grandparents. They kissed often and embraced repeatedly throughout the day. Rarely did he sneak away for a snort, though he did, though always selected cocaine over heroin. He felt really good that day, especially since it was his thirty-fifth birthday. And he knew it had everything to do with the beautiful woman across the table from him.

“Thank you,” he breathed, rubbing her hand.

She smiled, “You’re welcome, Jimmy.”

“Today has been really nice. And I know it has all to do with you,” Jimmy stated, lifting her hand to kiss it. “I certainly needed it.”

“Are you ready for cake?”

He smiled crookedly, “I would love some.”

Getting to her feet, she quickly cleared away the table, leaving the dishes in the sink. She cut a large slice of the four-layer cake and returned to the dining room. Rather than return to her own seat, Summer slipped into Jimmy’s lap. She cut through the slice and offered the first bite to Jimmy. Holding her eyes, he accepted it with a smile. The couple shared the slice, leaving only crumbs on the plate.

“I think,” she paused, setting the plate on the table behind her, “we should take an evening walk after that.”

“That would be wise. I will go fetch our coats,” he offered.

Summer nodded and moved out of his lap. Stealing one more kiss from him, she picked up the plate and headed into the kitchen, while Jimmy headed the other direction. Her mother told her to leave the dishes in the kitchen and she and Bob would clean up, so Summer did not linger in the kitchen long. She headed to the front door, passing her parents with the baby in the parlor.

“Sleeping?” she asked softly.

Adele glanced at the baby and nodded, “Yes.”

“How did it go?” Bob asked, his voice filled with disinterest.

“Good. We’re going to go on a walk.”

“Again? Isn’t it cold out there? It is January,” he responded.

She rolled her eyes, “Dad, it’s fine. Jimmy’s getting our coats.”

“Uh huh.”

“Summer? Are you ready?” Jimmy appeared in the parlor, holding her coat.

She turned to him and quickly slipped into her coat, “I am now.”

The couple headed out into the crisp January air, holding hands. They strolled about the richly foliated land, ending up at one of Jimmy’s favorite locations by the lake. Finding a bench, Jimmy and Summer sat and cuddled. They did not speak, but held each other and stole kisses. If she closed her eyes, she could almost imagine their life was always like that. But she knew it was not.

Turning in his lap, her eyes went to his, “I love you, Jimmy Page.”

He smiled crookedly, “I love you, Summer Dylan.”

Her hands surrounded his face and she kissed him lovingly. His arms held her closer as he deepened the kiss. In that moment, in that kiss, Summer felt the Jimmy she loved open up to her again. It brought tears to her eyes.

“Summer, princess,” he pulled back upon feeling her tears on his cheeks, “why do you cry?”

“I… I miss you, Jimmy. Come back to me. Please, come back to me.”

He wiped her tears, “I’m right here, princess. I haven’t gone anywhere.”

“Oh but you have, Jimmy. I don’t… I don’t know how I missed it… maybe it’s because I was consumed with being pregnant and… oh, Jimmy…”

“Shhhh, I’m right here, baby,” he kissed her tears. “I’m right here.”

Summer did not know what else to say, so she merely nuzzled him. They remained on that bench until her tears dried up and her sobs silenced. Only then did Jimmy nudge her to stand and they returned to the house. They kissed a few more times before stepping inside. Instantly, Summer shifted into mommy-mode as their son wailed. Refusing to take a bottle, James clearly needed his mother. Jimmy swept away her coat before returning to sit as she nursed their son.

Once the baby was fed, Adele swept him away and waved off the pair. With a thankful smile, Summer reached for Jimmy’s hand and led him upstairs to their shared bedroom. She kissed him quickly before pulling away and lighting candles. Standing next to their large bed, she quickly unbuttoned her blouse and removed her pants, tossing both aside. Jimmy watched with a smirk as she shook her hair free from the braid holding it from her eyes. Completely nude, she turned to the bed and peeled back the covers, glancing sideways at him

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Summer beckoned Jimmy to her. He slowly approached the bed, chuckling as she grabbed his belt and pulled him closer. Wordlessly, Summer undid his belt and pants, and pushed both to the floor with his underwear. As he peeled off his green silk shirt, Summer’s fingers circled his flaccid cock, guiding it up to her mouth. With her eyes closed, she began to suckle, lick, and stroke his cock. Though he was not as easily aroused these days as he used to be, Jimmy knew if anyone could awaken his arousal, it was Summer.

After a few minutes of her expert oral work, Jimmy’s cock grew hard. Feeling rather fortunate that he scaled back the drugs for the day, he grunted softly, encouraging her skills. She deep-throated him for a while before pulling her mouth fully off his erection.

Keeping her hand stroking him, her big blue eyes went up to his, “Jimmy?”

“Uh huh,” he breathed, looking down at her, noting how innocent she looked even with his cock in her hand.

“I went to the doctor the other day.”

Completely confused as to why she would be telling this while stroking him, Jimmy’s only response was, “So?”

“I want to… I want to feel you inside me again. He said it was okay,” she explained.

“Princessssss,” he breathed.

“But we have to be careful…”

“I will never hurt my princess,” he declared, leaning down to kiss her. “Let me love you.”

Releasing his cock, Summer moved into the center of the bed. Jimmy eagerly followed. Though he did want to be inside her, having abstained for nearly three months, he did not thrust quickly into her. Instead, he settled between her legs, began to lick, and kissed her body. He suckled and nibbled on her breasts, larger because of the baby, before moving down her body. Her belly was still soft and no longer flat and puerile, but he loved her body for it bore his son. His lips showered kisses all over her soft flesh, before finally reaching her sex.

Holding her legs wide, Jimmy showered her flower with kisses. She moaned as his tongue found and suckled on her clitoris. Gently his fingers rubbed her sex, not yet venturing within. He parted her petals and began to lick, hoping his tongue could create the moisture she oddly seemed to be lacking. Though his licking did increase her arousal, her body did not ooze honey like normal. Jimmy continued to focus on that, hoping to lubricate her so he could push inside. Yet the more he licked and sucked on her clitoris, the more frustrated he became.

“Princess, do you not like what I’m doing?” he asked softly, glancing up the plane of her body to her eyes.

“I like it very much.”

He rang his fingers down her sex and held them up, “But…”

“Mom said that might happen. So… I bought lube,” she declared, quickly pulled away, and retrieved a bottle of lubricant from the nightstand drawer.

“Are you sure?” he asked, accepted the bottle. “We don’t have to…”

Summer glanced at his erection, “Yes we do. I want to.”

Jimmy popped the bottle open and squeezed some onto his fingers. Slowly he spread it all over her sex, slowly inserting his fingers into her body. Summer instantly groaned, arching her hips up towards him. Stroking her with two lubricated fingers, Jimmy smiled as her moans increased, but became shallower, more breathy. Leaning down, his mouth fastened upon her breast as he continued to finger her. Careful to only play with her nipples to not draw milk, he smiled against her skin as her body began to tense. A few stroke later, Summer reached orgasm, her body clenching around his fingers.

“Let… me… pleasure… you… birthday boy,” she breathed.

His mouth kissed hers. He did not utter a rejection. Not at all surprised, his cock was just as hard as she worked it to with her mouth minutes before. Summer rolled and pushed him onto his back. Trailing down his body with her mouth, her blond hair trailing on his skin, she once more took him into her mouth. She sucked and licked for a few minutes while Jimmy folded his hands under his head. It felt good, that he would never deny, but he did not feel orgasm anywhere in his body.

After bobbing on his cock for nearly fifteen minutes, Summer moved back up and kissed him deeply. While his hands slipped out from under his head, holding her in the kiss, her hands guided him into her body. Both groaned and moaned at the contact. Summer broke the kiss and leaned up, tossing her hair back. Placing her hands on his abdomen, she slowly began to ride him.

Summer gyrated and moaned through three more orgasms. Not once did Jimmy attempt to shift positions. He merely laid there, caressing Summer’s breasts and flicking her clitoris on occasion. On her fifth orgasm of the night, her fourth on his cock, she sighed his name and laid down, placing her head on his shoulder.

His cock was still erect inside her, completely unspent.

“Jimmy?” she whispered.

He brushed her hair from her face, “Yes, princess.”

“Do I not please you anymore?”

“Of course you do. Why would you ask something?”

“You still… you’re still…”

He sighed, “It doesn’t mean you do not please me. You please me greatly. I love you. Do not worry about it.”

“Do you want to… tie me up? Use the whips? Would that help?”

“No, my sweet princess, I do not think it will. You have done all that you need to, baby. Today has been amazing. Thank you,” he responded.

Summer sighed, “But you haven’t cum.”

“Do not worry of it, sweet princess. Feeling you around me is more than enough of a gift. I promise.”

She yawned, “I can suck it more.”

He smiled crookedly and kissed her, “Sleep, princess. I am certain our prince will call for you soon. Sleep while you have the chance.”

Against her wishes, Summer fell asleep on top of Jimmy a few minutes later. He pulled the blankets over them, never shifting too much so that their connection did not disconnect. Though he could not admit it to her, he knew precisely why he did not, could not orgasm. To be honest, an orgasm was not nearly as grand of a high as a good snort was anymore. It concerned him. He did not want to be that person. However, that evening, with his lover in his arms, Jimmy realized he was becoming exactly that.

It may have been grim, but that realization was the best gift Summer could have given him that year: the realization he was becoming a junkie.