Title: More Thankful
Characters: Jimmy Page, Summer Dylan, Sara Dylan, Dylan kids, Beatty Zimmerman
Word Count: 2,913
Rating: NC-17 [language, sex]
Warnings/Spoilers/Summary: Summer is spending the holidays at the Dylan homestead in Minnesota, 1975. Jimmy has just wrapped up Presence in Germany and missing his princess.


 

Seated on a vanity bench with her back to the mirror, Summer looked up at Sara with bright eyes. She knew her stepmother did not care for her much at all, merely tolerated her presence at Bob’s request. Without having her own mother around and Bob away on tour, she sorely wished to bond with the older woman. Despite minding her manners ever so much, never speaking out of turn, and helping around the house while she was there, Summer still could not seem to warm Sara’s icy exterior. It had been nearly three weeks since Jimmy kissed her on the front step and left to head to Germany to record the new album with the band. Not once had Sara smiled at her.

Gently touching one of the large full curls, Sara spoke, “Your mother must have been a beautiful woman. I am certain you take after her.”

“I… thank you, Sara,” Summer responded.

“Let’s go see if we can help Granny with anything,” she suggested before leaving the bedroom.

Turning towards the mirror, Summer’s eyes widened. Sara had carefully curled her long blond hair into large soft curls, pulling half of it back from her face with small barrettes. It made her feel pretty and special for once, almost as if Sara might have some care for her. On the other hand, perhaps Bob had explained to Sara how nervous Summer was about making a good impression on his parents. Whatever the reason, she actually felt pretty.

She left the bedroom and stopped just outside the kitchen. Her blue eyes watched as Sara and a little gray-haired woman chatted about whatever was cooking in the kitchen. She wanted to join in, to impress Bob’s parents. Nevertheless, Summer really had nothing to add to the moment. She had no culinary skills, did not really understand what the entire holiday was all about, but she really wanted to help.

“Can I help?” she spoke up softly.

The gray-haired woman looked up from the stovetop, “Oh Summer, honey, you look so pretty. Maybe you could set the table?”



He never had any issues sleeping on planes during the tours. Moreover, after working on the new album nearly all day and night, he should have easily slept. But to be honest he was far to keyed up. It had been nearly three weeks since he kissed her secretly good bye, leaving her home with her father. He had wanted to bring her to the studio with them, but with the pressures of completing the album within a small window, he decided against it. And in the dark moments in the studio alone, all he could do was think of her, want her, and miss her. It had been a quick decision to fly back to her the moment he could.

He still had not slept in over twenty hours.

At least until he got in the back of the car that drove from Minneapolis to Bob’s house. He dozed, dreaming of kissing her lips, holding her in his arms, smelling her sweet scent during the all too brief drive. When the car came to a halt in front of Bob’s house, Jimmy rubbed his eyes and sat up to exit. It suddenly dawned on him that the gifts he had for her in his luggage would not do. He wanted something immediate and pretty. He needed flowers.

With quick instructions for his driver to turn and seek out an open flower shop, he settled back against the seat and closed his eyes. Awakening once an open florist was found, Jimmy slipped out of the car and into the shop. Struggling hard to conceal his sneer of distaste at the stock arrangements available, he sighed.

“May I help you, sir?”

“Do you have anything… different?” he spoke steadily.

“I am not sure what you mean, sir,” she responded.

He glanced around, his eyes settling on one of the arrangements, “That lily. Can I have just a dozen of those with nothing else?”

“Of course.”

Clutching a bundle of dark yellow lilies wrapped with a wide orange organza ribbon, Jimmy slipped into the back of the car once more a few minutes later. Not bothering to catnap on the return ride to Bob’s house, he watched the scenery go by. It made sense to him why Bob chose to live where he did. It was small, remote, and not at all likely to be swarmed by press, fans, or anything similar. He wondered how his princess had fared those three weeks out on the farm, if her father had even come by to see her. Leaving her on the front porch had been one of the hardest things he had ever done in his life and he hoped the flowers in his hand would somehow help make up for it.

The car pulled to a halt in front of the farmhouse once again. This time Jimmy actually departed the car. His black boots crunched in the gravel driveway until he reached the brick sidewalk to the house. Before he could reach up to knock, the door opened and a young girl smiled at him. He whispered a request for Summer’s whereabouts and was led by the hand into the large dining room.

The young woman slowly circled about the table, her back to the entrance where Jimmy and Anna stood. She wore a long body skimming, gauzy deep pink and orange bi-colored maxi dress. Her long blond hair, curled down her back and it took all of Jimmy’s willpower to not tackle her against the table she so dutifully set. Instead, he glanced at her half-sister quickly and silently moved behind her. Waiting for Summer to set down the silverware in her hands, his arms slipped around her from behind, holding the flowers in front of her. She gasped and quickly turned around in his arms.

“Jimmy!” she squealed and kissed him quickly. “What are you… How did… Oh how I have missed you!”

He smiled and kissed her back, “I have missed you too, princess.”

Her eyes searched his briefly, “You look exhausted, Jimmy. Did you get any sleep the past three weeks?”

“Hardly,” he caressed her cheek with his free hand. “But I am sure I will be able to sleep once more with you around.”

“I am certain I will sleep better too,” she leaned into his hand for a moment.

“I brought you flowers,” he held the bundle up.

Summer grinned and slipped them out of his hand, “They’re beautiful, Jimmy. Let’s go put them in water and you can meet Dad’s parents.”

A little over an hour later, the pair sat in the backyard on a bench. As it was a bit cold, Jimmy held her close, his lips near her ear. His eyes closed, so dangerously close to falling asleep with the combination of his sleep deprivation and the tryptophan in the turkey. But the house was still buzzing with the crazy activity of the Dylan kids trying to win their grandparents’ attention. In the morning, Jimmy would escort Summer back to Minneapolis and then New York or LA. But for that night, they would remain at the farmstead.

“Jimmy?” Summer breathed. “We can go inside and go to bed if you want.”

“No, no, princess. It is early yet,” he responded before yawning.

“But you’re exhausted, Jimmy,” she pointed out. “I’ll lay with you. I don’t need to spend any more time with the family. I kinda wish Dad would have just let me tour with them, instead of sending us all here.”

“I’m sure–” he paused to yawn “–he had his reasons.”

“Maybe he was worried that I know he’s having an affair and that I would tell Sara or something,” she commented casually.

“That could be it,” he smirked before attempting to suppress another yawn.

Summer suddenly stood up and held her hand out to Jimmy, “Come on, Jimmy. We’re going to bed.”

He wanted to protest but another yawn interrupted any words he may have attempted. So instead, he stood and kissed her sweetly. Holding her hand, he followed her back into the house. They said good night to everyone, including the older couple who looked at their clasped hands with disdain, and headed to Summer’s temporary room. Queenie noticed their ascent up the stairs but was quickly distracted from joining by a squeaky toy. They slipped into the small guest room and Summer locked the door easily.

Jimmy’s arms circled her quickly and pulled her into a kiss. Summer entertained his kiss for a moment before leaning back. Her blue eyes danced over his tired face. And while she had spent many nights wishing to be in his arms and more, the exhaustion on his face reeled in her arousal. She would wait. Sleeping in his arms would be enough.

“Come, my prince, lay and rest awhile,” she pulled him towards her small bed.

“But, baby…”

Summer kissed him sweetly, “You need to sleep before you pass out, Jimmy. I will sleep with you and wake you with kisses. We can love later.”

“But, princess…”

She shook her head, “Rest first. Love later.”

Though he wanted to continue to protest, Jimmy relented. As Summer undressed him and guided him onto the bed, he knew she was correct in her decision. He would not have been able to love her properly with as tired as he was. But after a brief nap maybe…

He was asleep before she turned out the light and pulled off her dress. Shaking her head, she made her way over to the bed and slipped in beside him. After adjusting his arms around her, Summer kissed him sweetly and snuggled up to him.

“I am most thankful for you, James Patrick Page,” she whispered. “You.”



Waking with his arms around her in the middle of the night, Summer smiled. She loved how her soul filled with peace while in his arms. While she had slept just fine in his absence, she certainly slept even better with him around. Wiggling closer to him, her lips gently touched his. He stirred slightly but showed no signs of waking. With little pause she kissed him again. This time Jimmy’s arms tightened about her, pulling her closer.

“I have missed this,” Summer muttered against his mouth.

He reached up and touched her cheek, his dark eyes finding hers in the darkness, “I have missed you so much. I am certain if I had not been working constantly while we were apart, I would have…”

“Shhh,” her fingers touched his mouth briefly. “We’re back together again. And without having to hide from Robert.”

He sighed, “Why can we not tell him about us?”

“Because,” she kissed him quickly, “as we have discussed a million times before and you’ve agreed, telling him now while he’s still trying to recover from the accident would be bad on all levels. When the time is right, he will know. It is not as if I am kissing or fucking him. I’m not even sleeping in his bed.”

“I know… I just…”

“I’m with you, Jimmy,” her lips touched his again. “You.”

His mouth deepened the kiss, taking possession of her mouth. She knew precisely what it was all about, but she would not argue. She had missed his kisses as much as anything. Tracing down her spine, Jimmy smiled as he reached the bottom edge of her sleep shirt and found nothing below it. His hands quickly slipped up underneath it and cupped her naked ass, pulling her hips closer to his. Holding her to him tightly, he rolled onto his back.

Summer quickly pushed the blanket off the bed, before sitting up and tossing her hair back. Gazing down at Jimmy as the silvery moon light him, she grasped the edge of her shirt and peeled it off. Dropping it off the side of the bed, she grinned as his hands instantly reached up and cupped her small breasts. She gyrated some, feeling his shorts tighten beneath her, before leaning down to kiss him. As she ended the kiss, Summer sat back up, pulling Jimmy up with her. She quickly removed his shirt, tossing it aside as well, before allowing him to kiss and fondle her breasts.

“Jimmy, I need you,” she breathed huskily.

Lying back down, he arched up to remove his shorts. Groaning as it pushed his hips up into hers, Summer pushed a bit further up on her knees. With his shorts removed, Jimmy’s hands went to her waist and he arched up towards her. His cock rubbed along her body but did not sink in. He pulled her down slightly, allowing his tip to slip between her petals, feeling her nectar already oozing onto him.

“Jimmy,” she moaned.

With a smirk, he pushed up a bit more, sliding completely into her heat. He thrust up a few times before pulling her hips back down. Releasing his grip on her, his hands moved to her small breasts. She shifted forward, repositioning her legs around him as she leaned back. With her hands on his thigh, Summer slowly began to ride Jimmy. Her teeth bit into her bottom lip, trying to keep her moans soft so that the rest of the house did not hear them.

Not liking her pace at all, nor the fact he could barely hear her, Jimmy’s hands released her breasts and went to her waist. Guiding her to sit up straight and then down to kiss him, he quickly rolled them. He kissed her deeply, not moving at all. Pulling out of the kiss, he moved up onto his knees, his hands holding her thighs open, Jimmy thrust hard into Summer’s body. She squealed, her hand slapping over her mouth to muffle her sounds. Smirking at realization of what she was doing, he decided his goal that night was to make her scream out in ecstasy.

Grinding slowly, he built her arousal nearly to the precipice. Pulling fully out, he guided her legs to his shoulders and leaned down to kiss her. She kissed him wantonly, her fingernails biting into his shoulders. Eyes sparkling, Jimmy leaned back up. He rubbed his cock against her body, letting just the tip slip in every third pass. She groaned and wiggled her hips towards him. Turning to her left leg, he kissed her ankle and up her calf before switching to her right.

“Goddamn, Jimmy,” she groaned. “Fuck me.”

His eyes met hers in the moonlight, “What?”

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” she repeated quickly.

Keeping her legs on his shoulders, he thrust hard into her lithe body. Her teeth once more clamped down upon her bottom lip. Seeing this, he leaned down and kissed her, forcing her teeth to release her pretty mouth. With short and quick thrusts, his eyes locked with hers. He could feel her body tensing around his, which was enough to nearly trigger his own orgasm. Knowing her body so well, he kissed her once more and leaned up.

“Jiiiiiimmmy!” she moaned loudly as her body arched up in orgasm.

Smiling as she had finally screamed out, he thrust three more times into her quivering sex before reaching the zenith himself and grunting her name. Collapsing down on top of her, he circled his arms around her, not bothering to withdraw his body from hers. His lips touched her shoulder gently and he sighed contently.

“I missed you so much, princess,” he muttered. “You are what I am most thankful for.”



Washing the breakfast plates in the sink, Summer felt the moment Sara entered the kitchen. Standing a bit straighter as if it would protect her from her stepmother’s icy demeanor, she glanced over at her and offered a small smile. The look in the woman’s eyes sent chills down her spine instantly.

“My children look up to you,” she stated, “as any would of a big sister. However, I do not want my children, especially Maria, as she is closest in age to you, taking after you. I do not appreciate your behavior last night, in my house. Please be gone before noon.”

Before Summer could respond, Sara turned and walked away, passing Jimmy as he entered the kitchen. Heading directly to the precocious blond, he smiled until he noticed the look in her eyes, which instantly turned his smile into a frown. He reached to brush her hair from her shoulder but Summer leaned out of his reach.

“Princess?”

“Jimmy, they heard us last night,” she muttered quickly.

He shrugged, “So?”

“We have to be gone by noon.”

“I’ll call the car. We’ll go back to our suite in New York until Robert returns to the States.”

“Jimmy, they heard us last night,” she repeated.

“I understand, princess. I’ll go call the car and we’ll be out of here soon. I promise.”

He turned and walked away before she could say anything more. Sighing she turned back to the dishes in the sink. She had a feeling she would have a lot to explain to her dad – as she was certain Sara would tell Bob, if for no other reason than to smear Summer. She should not have slept with Jimmy the night before.

Yet a good part of her was excited to be returning to New York with Jimmy. And that part was suddenly far more thankful for her dark prince, far more.