Title: Lost and Found
Characters: Jimmy Page & Summer Dylan
Word Count: 3,087
Rating: NC-17 [alcohol, sex]
Warnings/Spoilers/Summary: It's January 1978 and Summer has a few surprises in store for Jimmy's birthday...



Slipping simple drop diamond earrings into her lobes, Summer turned her face side-to-side, watching her reflection in the mirror. Her soft curls, once more lightened by the California sun, danced about her shoulders, held back from her face with a sparkly comb. She wore no necklace, not even the locket Jimmy gave her over a year before, deciding the intricate neckline of her silk dress far too much for necklaces. The silvery blue satin skimmed over her slight curves, pooling about her feet. Airbrushed irises shimmered with her every movement. The crowning detail, in her eyes at least, of the custom-made, handmade couture dress, was the neckline. Six straps sprang from the triangle, almost halter-like neckline. As she turned to glance at her back, Summer made the instant decision to twist her shoulder-length hair up to expose the intricate, basket weave of the straps. Using the same comb and liking how some of the curls escaped, she leaned forward and ran glittery lip-gloss over her lips before deciding she was finally ready.

Her heels clicked as she headed out of the tiled bathroom, Summer glanced around. Not seeing Jimmy in their room, she headed out into the Malibu beach house, looking for her fiancé. Stepping out into the living room of the bungalow, she smiled, silently watching Jimmy move a chess piece. As he set the piece down, she quietly crossed the room, wrapped her arms around him from behind, and kissed his temple gently. His dark eyes went to hers and he smiled.

“Shall we go?” she asked softly.

His gaze wandered over her elegant body, “Only because I want to show of this jewel of mine.”

Summer grinned and held out her hand to him, “The car should be waiting. Come, my prince.”

Slipping into the back of the limousine, Jimmy once more asked where they were going, but as she had said all day, Summer once more brushed it off as a birthday surprise. It was weird for him to not be in control and he was not entirely sure how to react to it. Summer read his resistance in his demeanor and leaned over, her lips kissing the side of his mouth softly. Turning his attention fully to her, he slowly looked over his beautiful fiancée. Her face glimmered with silvers and soft blues and purples around her eyes, pulled from the pattern of her dress. Her lips were a natural nude tone, but highly glossed – and he could not resist leaning forward and kissing her.

“You are so beautiful, Summer,” he muttered, his fingers tracing down the side of her face. “I am so lucky to have you.”

Smiling, she replied, “You’re not the only one who’s lucky, Jimmy. I’m very lucky too.”

He kissed her again, “Where are we going?”

She laughed, leaning back, “Patience. We’re almost there.”

With a sigh, Jimmy leaned back against the seat and glanced out the window. Within seconds, he recognized the area and a slow smile curved his lips. He knew exactly where she was taking him and that alone showed that she paid attention to him. He loved the little woman next to him more than he thought possible.

Nearly two hours later, the couple departed the newly discovered, upscale restaurant Jimmy had his eyes on weeks before and slipped back into the limousine. A bit tipsy on champagne, Summer giggled as Jimmy lifted her arm and kissed up her soft flesh to her elbow. Glancing at the driver, she confirmed they were to pick up Jimmy’s present prior to returning to the beach house. Though he did not know where they were going, he instantly requested they take the long, scenic route to wherever.

Seeing a familiar light in his eyes, Summer giggled and attempted to wiggle out of his reach. As they were in the back of a car, there was little she could do to evade his reach and soon he pulled her into his lap. His hands cupped her silk-covered breasts as he kissed her deeply. Summer returned his kiss with as much passion for a few moments. Pulling back to breathe, she crawled fully into his lap, straddling him. Jimmy’s hands instantly went to her thighs, squeezing them gently as he kissed her once more. Slowly his fingers worked the long skirt up, revealing her smooth, tanned legs. As his hand slipped between her thighs to finger her sex, Summer moaned and reached for his belt. Breaking from his kiss, her eyes held his as she released him from his pants.

Slowly stroking Jimmy just as he stroked her, she breathed, “How… do… you… want...?”

“Ride me,” he answered.

Waiting until his hand moved out of the way, Summer slowly guided his cock into her. Repositioning her legs on the car seat, she kissed him and slowly began to move. Jimmy’s right hand reached up and pulled the comb out of her hair, causing her hair to cascade about her shoulders in soft waves. His left hand cupped and teased her right breast, wishing desperately to feel her silky flesh instead of the silk. Her languid moves, while highly intoxicating, were not enough either.

Both of his hands dropped to her silk-covered hips. Her fingers gripped his shoulders, digging slightly into the fabric of his dinner jacket. With Jimmy’s guidance, she increased her pace as her eyes locked with his. She swiveled her hips and squeezed his cock tightly inside her. Leaving her hips alone, Jimmy once more cupped her breasts before suddenly slipping his arms around her back and pulling her hard down on him.

He moaned softly as he pushed deeply into her, his body tensing and spurting. Summer continued to move her hips slightly until she felt him relax. Her lips went to his and she kissed him sweetly. Waiting until she felt him soften enough to tuck safely back into his pants, Summer moved out of his lap, licked his cock clean, and zipped up his pants.

Her eyes glanced out the window and she grinned, “Oh good. We’re nearly there.”

The black car pulled up in front of a generic guitar shop, something that actually made less sense to Jimmy than their previous stop. But without pause, the pretty woman slipped out of the vehicle, glancing over her shoulder at him. Quickly checking his appearance to make certain nothing was amiss; he stepped out of the car and buttoned his jacket before accepting her hand. Without another glance at her fiancé, Summer headed into the guitar shop.

“Summer!” a man with long greasy hair instantly greeted her as the door closed behind them. “I was wondering when you would be by.”

Wondering though not speaking, Jimmy followed her as she chatted with the clerk, apparently very familiar with him. It made him slightly jealous, especially when he noticed the man was clearly flirting with her, even though she was clearly with Jimmy. However, as he disappeared into the back of the store, she turned and kissed him so sweetly he nearly forgot everything.

“I really hope you like your gift, Jimmy. You’re a hard man to shop for,” she breathed before kissing him again.

“I do not need material things. I just need you,” he responded.

“And the sparkly diamond on my hand says I belong to you,” she winked before pulling away with the return of the salesclerk.

Jimmy’s eyes went to the nice guitar case. His heart raced ever so slightly as he realized she had bought him a guitar. Even though he had far more than he could ever play at this point, Summer purchasing him a guitar meant more than words could say. As she had become quite the player in her own right in the nearly three years they had known each other and had quite discerning tastes when it came to the instruments themselves, he knew the instrument inside the rather ordinary case could be nothing but exceptional. His fingers itched to flip it open and caress whatever she had selected.

Summer released his hand after leading him over to the counter, “Open it, Jimmy.”

Waiting for the salesclerk to turn the cases’ clasps to him, his fingers slowly reached out for it. Glancing once at her, he smiled and clicked the case open. His dark eyes dropped down to the instrument and he gasped softly. Gaze flicking over the black finish of the Gibson Les Paul, he could not believe his sight. It was impossible. For years, he had searched for this guitar, pined for it. It could not be… she could not have… it was impossible.

Lifting the Black Beauty guitar from the case, Jimmy pulled it towards him. With little thought, he flipped it over, his eyes dropping to the serial number on the back of the headstock. He blinked twice, his fingers reaching up to rub his eyes while his hand still supported the neck of the guitar.

“How… how…”

Summer smiled, “Stephen and I were talking one day on the last tour about your guitars and he mentioned that you had one stolen on the ’70 tour. He gave me the details and… well… long story short, I finally found it. I didn’t think it was possible either. I went to every guitar shop in every city we visited, sometimes any within like fifty miles of our stop, if we were there long enough. And when touring ended… well I kinda gave up on it, but Stephen kept at it and got some of the other roadies involved… I got the call about a week ago when we were still in New York. He found it in a pawnshop in Phoenix of all places. So I had him purchase it, ship it here, and Don looked it over and made sure everything was in perfect working order.”

Jimmy for once was completely speechless. He could not believe she had found his guitar. Setting it back in its case, he turned fully to face her. His hands framed her face and he kissed her deeply, not caring that others watched them. In fact, he nearly lifted her onto the counter to properly show her how much it meant to him. By the shop clerk did not need to see any more of his sweet princess and so Jimmy restrained himself. Instead, he ended the kiss with three short kisses before looking into her eyes.

“You have no idea how much this means to me, princess.”

She grinned, “You like it then?”

“More than just like it,” he smiled. “This is… very much unexpected.”

“Excellent. I’m glad I didn’t save it for your wedding present then,” she commented.

“Oh, princess,” he muttered and kissed her again. “You are amazing.”

“Let’s go home and you can play Black Beauty for me.”



Setting aside the guitar, Jimmy held out his hand for Summer. She quickly jumped up from where she sat on the opposite side of the room, gathered up her long silk skirt, and sat in his lap. His arms circled around her back and he pulled her close as their mouths met. He kissed her quickly before his hands slid down her spine, settled on her hips, and pulled her even closer.

“I still cannot believe you found my guitar,” he commented.

Her fingers traced the outline of his face, “It’s the least I could do, Jimmy.”

“It is amazing,” he kissed her quickly.

“So then, your birthday has been good? Even if we didn’t host a large party or anything?”

His lips brushed her forehead, “It has been most excellent, especially because of that. I cannot think of a better way to have spent my birthday than with a beautiful woman in my lap, a beautiful guitar nearby. No better way.”

“Oh really now?”

He nodded, “You alone are a perfect gift.”

“So you’re telling me, Mr. Page, that if I were to do this,” she leaned back and slowly pulled her dress off, tossing the silken garment behind her, exposing her nubile body, “this would not make your birthday better?”

He groaned, his hands reaching up to cup her now-exposed breasts. Giggling, her fingers plucked his off her skin. He groaned again, watching as Summer kissed his hands, suggestively sucking on his digits. Her tongue swirled around his pointer finger, her blue eyes focused upon his. She kissed him quickly before abruptly pulling out of his arms and standing. With a wink, she headed towards the bedroom, wearing only her silvery stilettos. Jimmy quickly scrambled to his feet, took a deep breath, and slowly followed her, stripping off his attire.

Reaching the bedroom as she stretched across the king-sized bed, her heels digging into the mattress, her legs spread but her perfectly manicured hands covering her sex, Jimmy paused for a long moment to just gaze at her. She was absolutely a vision of beauty and he was very glad she was all his. Approaching the bed slowly so as to not seem too eager, he stopped as his eyes glanced over her hands. A smirk lit his face as he realized her fingers were slowly moving and two of them were very much not covering her sex.

He crawled onto the bed and between her legs. Peeling one hand off, he sucked on her single wet digit until she moaned. Giving the same attention to her other hand, Jimmy smiled and kissed her sex. His tongue dipped inside but he did not spend much time licking her. Instead, he kissed her trimmed pubic mound and moved up her body.

Summer moaned as his mouth suckled and bit her right nipple. His left hand slipped between her legs, stirring her honey pot. While ideally he would treat her left breast with as much attention, he did not think he could wait that long. Therefore, he kissed her mouth and his hands guided her legs around his waist. Feeling the points of her heels touch the backs of his thighs, Jimmy grunted and pushed fully into Summer in one thrust. Her fingers clutched his upper arms, clenching down lightly with each thrust.

With his hands resting on the pillow on either side of her face, Jimmy gazed down at his lover as he guided their bodies to the heavens. As she had not orgasmed in the car like he had, her pleasure was in the forefront of his mind. He changed his pace frequently, making her pant and moan. His hips swiveled and pushed. His hands slid under hers to change their angle of connection.

“Oh god, Jimmy. Just like… thaaat…” she breathed, her legs tightening about him.

Keeping their position but increasing his pace, he felt her body begin to tense just as the energy began to slide down his spine. With a deep grunt, he pushed deeply into her, releasing his seed into her womb. Knowing she was not quite there, he kept moving until he heard her gasp and felt her body clamp around his semi-erect cock. Riding out her body’s spasms as long as possible, Jimmy slowly withdrew from Summer’s body.

Kissing down her body, his fingers went to the clasps on her shoes. He removed each before kissing his way back up to her belly. His lips showered her abdomen with kisses, his tongue dipping into her navel. This time he did not ignore her other breast, but rather focused light kisses upon it. When his mouth returned to hers, his body had begun to recover from his own orgasm, but he was not quite ready to slide into her hot body once again.

“I love you,” he muttered and kissed her cupid lips.

“I love you too, Jimmy. So much,” she whispered in return. “And… there’s something you need to know.”

His eyes looked down into hers, “What is that, princess?”

“I ran out of birth control pills last week.”

He froze, looking down at her, trying to process her words. On the surface, he completely understood what she said, but he could not quite comprehend what she was telling him. Her prescription had run out, something he knew she had been very careful after what happened the summer of ’75. Now she lay beneath him, her body glowing from their lovemaking, and claiming she was no longer taking her pills. They had already had sex twice that day and a few times earlier that week. Why had this not come up before? Was she trying to get pregnant?

“Are you… are you mad?” she asked in a small voice.

As he gazed down at her face, seeing fear shining in her eyes, he tried to find the answer to her question. Was he mad? No, that was not how he would classify his feelings at that moment. But he had no other word for them either. Silently he rolled off her, his dark eyes staring up at the ceiling. Summer did not reach to touch him, but she did not run away either. He knew she was waiting for an answer before deciding her own actions. Two weeks earlier, he asked her hand in marriage, because he wanted her as his own for the rest of their lives. Did his vision of the future include children? He had never thought about it before. He certainly had not added them to the immediate future. But was he mad that she had stopped taking her birth control pills? No, he was not.

She was precisely the woman he wanted to mother his children.

Turning over on his side, his hand pressed against her chest, feeling her heartbeat. He stretched over and kissed her mouth briefly, before leaning back. Keeping their eye contact, his hand slowly slid down to her abdomen.

“I am not the least bit mad at you, princess,” he finally answered slowly. “Surprised but not angered. Perhaps even a bit honoured that you would choose to share such a thing with me.”

“I should have told you. I was… I just…”

Jimmy kissed her again, his hand still caressing her abdomen, “So you’re saying that we could conceive a child tonight?”

“I suppose it’s possible.”

He smiled slightly, “I cannot think of a better woman than my future wife to mother my children.”

“Are you sure?”

Jimmy nodded, “We’re to be married. There is no need for birth control anymore.”

She smiled slightly, “If you’re certain…”

Turning her on her side, his lips touched her shoulder and he thrust back into her body, “I am.”