Title: Dark Water, Warm Glow
Characters: Jimmy Page, Summer Dylan, James Jr, Bob and Adele Dylan
Word Count: 2901
Rating: NC-17 [drug references, sex]
Warnings/Spoilers/Summary: Jimmy gives Summer the best gift of all for Valentine's Day...



February 1979, Plumpton, East Sussex, England

After his birthday revelation, Jimmy decided to fight it with whatever he could. He was not a junkie; he would never be a junkie. He could stop whenever he wanted. As his lack of orgasm on his birthday alarmed Summer, he wanted to stop.

Therefore, he did. Cold turkey. While Summer attended his son the following morning, Jimmy rushed about the house, gathering ever last bit of his stash. Flush after flush, he watched thousands upon thousands of pounds swirl down the toilet. A part of him was completely outraged at the action, but he managed to control himself and follow through with his task. He even rinsed out every receptacle before smashing the pots into shards and filling a few trashcans with the pieces. When withdrawals began to threaten his sanity, he nearly retrieved the broken pieces from the outside rubbish containers, but somehow managed to remain in his studio, suffering through the nausea, vomiting, chills, sweating, cramps, and restlessness alone.

That, however, was weeks ago. For three weeks, Jimmy resisted cocaine, heroin, marijuana, and even tobacco. His wine consumption had increased, but not excessively. He had not yet progressed to harder alcohol. He was cleaner than he had been in… years. It was an odd sensation, but completely proved his point: he was not addicted. He could stop whenever he wanted. Now he wanted to for Summer and by proxy for James as well.

No one knew it though. Jimmy thought Summer might have a clue, as he was certain his fiancée noticed things about him other did not. He wanted it to be a surprise though, so he kept to himself, staying locked in his studio as much as possible. When he did venture out for the occasional meal, he played the role he had cast himself in before, remaining as broody and quiet as Summer and her parents expected. He even continued to refuse visitors. He could not, would not, break the illusion until the precise moment arrived.

That moment dawned with the rising sun on fourteenth of February. He woke before Summer, slipping carefully from the satin sheets of their shared bed. Silently, he scooped their son from his bassinet and quickly changed and cuddled the child as had become his routine, based upon giving Summer a few extra minutes of sleep a day. Though the infant did not go back to sleep, he did not cry or scream for his mother, merely wiggled about in his bed, his eyes catching glimpses of his father quickly dressing.

Gently caressing James’s head a moment later, Jimmy whispered, “Remain quiet now, son. Give me a chance to slip out from your mother.”

The baby merely cooed.

Silently leaving the opulent bedroom, Jimmy hurried down the hallway and skipped down the steps. Completely forgetting that Summer’s parents still resided with them, he nearly collided with Bob. The folksinger stared blankly at the guitarist for a moment, waiting for an explanation. Rather than say anything, Jimmy merely nodded, stepped around Summer’s father, and continued out of the house to the waiting car. By his counts, he had less than an hour to get back home before Summer left the bedroom. He had no time to dally.

“What was that all about?” Bob grumbled as he entered the kitchen where Adele rolled out dough.

She glanced over her shoulder at her husband, “What, darling?”

“Jimmy… just bolted out of the house.”

“Perhaps he is late for an appointment,” she commented, turning back to her task.

Bob snorted, “He has not left his studio in weeks, much less the house. I highly doubt that.”

“Then clearly he needed to get out,” she kneaded the dough on the counter. “Can you hand me the cinnamon?”

He stepped closer and picked up the shaker, twisting the top off, “What could he possibly need that badly to run out of the house?”

“Bob,” she patted the dough down before motioning for him to cover it with the cinnamon, “stop worrying.”

“But–”

Adele kissed him quickly to silence his protest, “Stop worrying. Jimmy loves our daughter. He isn’t running out on her or anything. Just relax.”

“But–”

“Maybe he’s just going to get flowers. It is Valentine’s Day after all,” she commented, before turning back towards her dough.

“Oh shit,” he muttered, turned, and quickly left the kitchen, cinnamon shaker still in his hand. “I completely forgot.”

Shaking her head, Adele patted butter onto the dough and focused on rolling it into tight spirals. At least her comment distracted her husband from hunting down their daughter’s beau. Moreover, that was a welcome distraction.



After breakfast in bed with her husband-to-be and infant son, lunch in the greenhouse to chase away the England dreary weather, and dinner in the formal dining room, Summer was full of smile and giggles. Her eyes sparkled and soul glowed, watching Jimmy play with their son. He had not needed to say it – and in fact had not – but she knew he was clean. He would not have been able to be so in the moment if he had not been. It filled her with such joy to see Jimmy so full of life. She had never seen that side of him before, at least not like that.

With a soft request, he convinced Adele to watch their son after tucking him into his crib for his evening nap. No explanation muttered, Jimmy slipped Summer’s coat back onto her shoulders. His fingers folded over hers, tugging her out of the house. She giggled as he hurried her away from the house. They disappeared into the grounds surrounding the house, passing by peacocks preening and strutting. Summer absently considered how much Jimmy was like his beloved birds. Before she could comment on that, the guitarist halted near the edge of the moat.

“Jimmy… what is going on?” she asked softly.

“Summer,” he turned to face her, both hands holding hers, “You know I am a man of few words, but… I do love you.”

She smiled, “I love you too, Jimmy.”

“I… thank you, princess.”

Confusion filled her blue eyes, “For what?”

Unable to voice his thoughts, Jimmy leaned forward and kissed her softly. Summer relaxed in his arms, her confusion chased away by his affection for her. Her lips parted and Jimmy deepened the kiss. Allowing his actions to speak in place of the words he did not have, Jimmy poured his heart into the embrace. Summer’s head spun as the kiss ended, her lips curving into a happy smile. Though he loved the expression on her face, Jimmy tore his attention away from his lover and glanced at the moat. A pleased smile filled his face.

“Summer, look,” he requested softly.

Her eyes fluttered open and she looked towards the moat. In the water with the black swans, hundreds of candles bobbed and floated. Filling the dark water with the warm glow could not be easy, but it quickly took Summer’s breath away. She pulled out of Jimmy’s arms and inched closer to the water. Squatting she reached for the nearest candle and pulled it out of the water. Lifting it free from the cold water, she could just make out ‘I love you’ imprinted on the pillar.

“Jimmy?” she glanced up at him.

“They all say it,” he commented softly.

Summer released the candle back into the water careful to not extinguish the flame, “All of them?”

Jimmy nodded.

Standing once again, she turned and kissed him gently, “I love you so much.”

“Come. Let us go inside so we can see all of the candles at once.”

Hand back in his, Summer eagerly followed Jimmy back into the house. He stole her coat and threw it in the general direction of the coat closet with his own upon entering. Bob looked up from his book with interest, but said nothing as the couple headed upstairs to the master suite. They passed Adele at the top of the stairs, having just checked on the sleeping baby. Her mouth opened to speak, but Summer shook her head before Jimmy tugged her towards the bedroom.

As the couple disappeared into the bedroom, Adele returned to the living room where Bob sat, “Summer and Jimmy…”

“Yes, I know,” Bob responded, his voice void of interest.

“Well… okay then,” she sat back down and picked up her book. “Did you see what he did for her?”

He glanced over the top of his book, “No, what?”

“Come to the window,” Adele set her book back down and motioned to Bob to join her.

Upstairs, Jimmy’s arms slipped around Summer’s waist as she looked out the windows at the glowing specks in the moat surrounding their home. At first, she attempted to count the candles, but soon gave up as Jimmy’s lips touched her ear and his hands began to wander. She leaned back into his embrace, her eyes fluttered close, and her arm reached behind her to snake around his neck. His lips left her ear, trailing down her neck to kiss her shoulder while his hands began to undress her.

With his fiancée nude in front of him, Jimmy knelt behind her, his hand pressing on her back. Understanding his touch, Summer leaned forward, her hands resting on the windowsill. His fingers caressed her buttocks, roaming lower to nudge her thighs apart. Holding her body open, Jimmy leaned forward and began to lick her sex from behind. Summer moaned softly as her body reacted to his tongue. Adding his fingers to his foreplay, Jimmy quickly brought her to the edge of desire before abruptly stopping.

Summer glanced over her shoulder, intending to turn around to join him in whatever he was now doing. However, Jimmy’s hand once more touched her back, silently telling her to stay just as she was. Remaining bent over, her left hand slipped between her legs and began to play with herself, keeping her juices flowing and her arousal high. Though her sexuality pleased Jimmy, her actions did not. Pausing in his disrobing, Jimmy spanked her. Her hand stopped but did not drop away from her sex as a gasp left her lips from the sting of his touch. Tossing her hair, Summer twisted slightly to look into Jimmy’s eyes. With a flirtatious smile and a wink, she began to grind into her hand.

The snap of Jimmy’s hand on her other cheek seemed to echo off the stone walls of the bedroom. Summer groaned, but did not remove her fingers from her sex. His pants quickly hit the floor and he surged forward, leaving his white silk shirt on for the moment. Fingers leaving her body, Summer guided Jimmy into her, gasping as he thrust hard into her body.

He pushed quickly into her body, slapping her butt a few more times. She began to moan and push back against him, using leverage from her hands on the windowsill to meet his powerful thrusts. Leaving red handprints on her soft flesh, Jimmy’s hands moved to her hips, squeezing hard to keep her in place as he fucked her.

Feeling his blood begin to boil, a sensation almost foreign to him, Jimmy withdrew abruptly. Gasping at the sudden empty feeling, Summer turned around. Before she could even consider an action, Jimmy pushed her backwards, hoisted her up against the cold glass window, and buried himself in her body again. He kissed her brusquely, feeling her fingers claw at his shoulders, attempting to force the shirt from his frame. Too close to orgasm, Jimmy paid it no attention. His leather shoes creaked slightly as he pushed on his toes to get deeper inside her.

“I’m gonna…” he grunted.

“Oh my god, Jiiiiiimy,” she screamed.

Their bodies exploded together, pulsing in concert. Summer’s hands clung to his shoulders as her breasts heaved from her panting. Smiling, Jimmy kissed her sweetly, his hands slipping to her legs, guiding them to wrap around his body. Keeping her in his arms, he turned and carried her over to their large, four-poster bed. Laying her upon the coverlet, Jimmy slowly disengaging from her, his eyes flicking down to her sex to see their sexual juices leak out slightly. As he removed the remainder of his clothing, Summer sat up and pulled off her shoes, tossing them absently across the room.

Turning over, Summer crawled towards the center of the bed, intending to pull back the covers. As her fingers curled over the top of the blanket, Jimmy’s body covered hers. With little force, he pushed her back down onto the bed, her long legs stretched between his. He nibbled on her shoulder as his fingers disappeared into her blond hair. Pulling gently on her curls, Jimmy guided her head back, allowing his lips to kiss the pulse in her neck before kissing her mouth.

As his erection returned, Jimmy guided it back into her body from behind. Summer’s fingers gathered up handfuls of silk and she pressed her face into the plush pillow. With his legs on either side of hers, Jimmy kept her body squeezed as tightly closed as possible. His fingers squeezed her butt as he sat fully up to thrust into her. He grunted, straining to hear her moans muffled by the pillow. However, her body quickly responded to his and another orgasm rippled through her. Though he was close, Jimmy pulled fully out and brusquely turned her over.

His mouth crushed down upon hers as he spread her legs wide and thrust back into her still pulsing body. He squeezed and pinched her breasts, causing droplets of milk to trickle down the curve of her breasts. Her teeth bit his shoulder as her fingernails dug into his skin; both actions leaving dark red welts on his pale skin. Again, they reached the stars together with moans, sighs, and beads of perspiration.

Though he was not the least bit finished with his lover, Jimmy rolled off her, allowing them to catch their breaths. His fingers clasped hers, his thumb absently playing with the ring on her finger. A smile teased at the edge of his mouth as he absently realized the young woman next to him belonged to him and him alone, forever.

As he turned on his side to lean over to kiss her, he heard the scream of their child. Even with Bob and Adele attending to the child, Jimmy knew there were some things the grandparents could not do for young James. His lips touched Summer’s and he quickly slipped out of the bed and pulled on a robe before she could say anything. A few minutes later, he eased their infant into her arms. He smiled as the baby instantly quieted and sought out the very nipples Jimmy loved.

With their son fed, Jimmy kissed Summer again and rolled the baby back into his own arms. For a moment, he gazed down at the perfect child they created together. He could not believe the miracle in his arms.

His dark eyes flicked up to Summer’s, “Thank you.”

She said nothing, though her eyes asked for clarification.

“He is the most perfect baby ever.”

She smiled, “He is ours.”

Jimmy quickly kissed her again, “I’m going to put him back to bed.”

Summer nodded and kissed him again before he hurried out with the child. With her two boys leaving her alone in the room, she shifted out of the bed and pulled the covers completely off, knowing they would need replacing in the morning. As she pulled back the satin sheets, she heard the bedroom door click closed. Glancing over her shoulder, Summer smiled at Jimmy before turning back around.

Gathering her in his arms again, Jimmy kissed her deeply. Her fingers quickly untied the belt of his robe and pushed the garment from his body. Smiling, Jimmy guided her to lie back on the bed once more. They shifted until they once more lay in the middle of the bed. Not yet fully aroused again, Jimmy instead focused on kissing, caressing, and massaging Summer’s body. He brought her to orgasm once more before allowing her to treat him with the same affection. Before long, because of her mouth and fingers, Summer guided Jimmy back into her body and slowly gyrated until they gasped and found euphoria once more.

She collapsed into his arms, her body spent but her heart and soul full of love again, “Jimmy?”

“Yes, princess?” his fingers idly chased her curls on her back.

“Can we be like this always?”

“I think your parents would wonder if we never left our bed. And your father may even slay me.”

She chuckled, “No, that’s not what I mean.”

“What do you mean, sweetheart?”

“I like having you like this. I like having you present in the moment.”

Jimmy fell silent, understanding what she meant with that statement. He could not deny enjoying life with Summer that day, more than he could remember before. It was simple and uncontrived. Not once had any demand upset his thoughts or shaking his psyche. It had just been them – and their family – all day. He hoped he could give it to her always. She deserved that far more than he did. She deserved the world. He was going to try to give it to her.

“I will try, Summer. I will try.”