Title: Soul on Fire
Fandom: Led Zeppelin
Characters:Jimmy & Summer
Word Count: 2745
Rating: NC-17, sex
Warnings/Spoilers/Summary: Jimmy wants Summer all for his own... forever. Is Valentines Day 1977 the beginning of their forever?



Seated in the chair in the dark, princely bedroom, Jimmy watched the beautiful young woman sleep in his bed. His black silk sheets were mussed from their rolling about an hour before, just a trace of the fabric concealing the curve of her arse. Her dainty right hand was tucked under the pillow, hiding the sparkling ring he gifted her two months before. It pleased him to no end that she still wore it often, though not daily. What she had taken to wearing daily was the very first gift he ever gave her: the silver Victorian locket. He knew she had slipped something into the hinged heart, but whenever he attempted to see what was inside, she would push his hands away. It was enough that she wore his heart always, especially since she did not wear anything of Robert’s.

Robert had troubled him in the weeks following the beginning of the year. While Summer had spoken with Robert on the phone since their... shared tryst, she had not actually spent any time with him. That was good in Jimmy’s eyes, as he really did not wish to share her with anyone at all, but he knew she longed for Robert as well. His only hope that each day or night she spent in his arms would guide her one step closer to being his only, would help her forget Robert. It was an impossible task, likely to become much worse once the tour began, but it was still his goal. 

Which in part was the reason he sat in the darkness, the moonlight slipping between cracks in the heavy drapery to cast silvery shadows on Summer’s body and aiding in his perusal of her visually. His thoughts while laying wrapped around her had run away from him, making him worry that come morning something would happen and she would run away from him. He truly had no reason to think such a thing as she had never given any indication of leaving him, but it was his soul’s darkest fear. But why? No woman had ever left him before; it was always the reverse. Jimmy certainly had no intentions of leaving Summer. Was that the root of his fear? That for once in his life he intended to be with a woman always so clearly that meant she would have to be the one breaking it off? How was he going to keep her forever, just for himself? Marriage wasn’t the answer, as vows could be broken or ignored. And he did not think that Summer would take kindly to being spirited away to some remote locale where only they would live, considering she hadn’t really cared much for the Boleskine House – which wasn’t as remote as he was currently thinking.

He had to do something to keep her all to himself. Maybe a chastity belt where he only had the key? That did not really seem like a good gift to give at all. Tying her to his bed was an option, but again, not one he thought she would agree to. Perhaps the mature thing to do would be to just talk about their future, what he wanted out of their relationship.

The mature thing to do? Fuck, he turned 33 a few weeks ago and now he was suddenly having mature thoughts? What the hell happened? He should just be able to fuck her and forget her, just like all the other women he had plowed through before. But he couldn’t. Summer was just... different. He couldn’t explain it at all, but she was. They had been together now, consistently, for nearly two months, and he had yet to want time away from her. Hours spent apart were infrequent and nerve-wracking for Jimmy to be honest. Not because he was worried about losing her in those brief times apart, but just because... he supposed he was addicted to her. But that had to be better than being addicted to drugs, right?

“Jimmy?” a soft voice muttered as she turned over.

He quickly left his chair and climbed back into the bed, his arm slipping over her abdomen as he settled next to her. His lips touched hers gently, innocently. Smiling Summer snuggled closer to him, her fingers reaching to intertwine with those on her stomach. Her thumb lightly traced the lines of his palm, a simple gesture that made him smile.

“You have been awake long?” she asked softly.

“I... yes,” he replied, unable to lie to her.

Summer wiggled her hand free to caress Jimmy’s cheek, “Why? What are you worried about, Jimmy?”

“Losing you,” he blurted out.

Her eyes looked into his, “Jimmy, you’re not going to—”

“Lose you to Robert? Can you honestly tell me that if he left Maureen right now you wouldn’t go to him?” he asked.

Her hand traced across his face, her thumb running over his bottom lip as she considered his question. Would she give up Jimmy for Robert if given the chance? As she looked into his dark eyes, memories and thoughts and feelings from the past two months living with Jimmy flooded forward. Her affection for the mysterious guitarist increased with each caress, each kiss, each stolen glance. It did not compare to her instant affection of Robert, but that affection had also been beat and abused over the months. Would she give up what she had right then and there for what could be?

No, because what could be with Jimmy seemed far more real than any of the could be with Robert.

“I would not,” she finally replied.

“Are you sure about that?”

“Yes,” Summer replied without hesitation. “Jimmy, I know it’s the beginning... or new beginning of our relationship, but you have... you have been so very good to me. I can tell when I look into your eyes that you feel so very strongly for me. Every time you touch me, look at me, kiss me, I know it. Robert may have been my first love, I cannot deny that. But you’re the one I’m with and not because you are a backup choice to him. I am with you because I choose to be with you. No, Jimmy, I will not be leaving you. Not for him, not for anyone.”

Jimmy smiled crookedly before kissing her softly, “I am never going to give you up, princess. Never.”



His soul felt as light as air. He could not really explain it, other than to say he was truly in love for the first time. True he had great affection for Charlotte, but what he felt now for Summer was completely different. He wanted to open up the world to her. He wanted to open up his world to her. Ever since he was little Jimmy had been more comfortable alone than with someone else, but that had all changed. He wanted to spend it all with Summer. Every waking and sleeping moment. And that alone was the cause of the slight skip in his step as he headed down the street.

Having no real destination in mind, Jimmy was really just buying time while Summer was pampered in a London salon. Passing a stationary store, he realized that it was Valentines Day, not just an average, everyday Sunday. The display of red and pink hearts in the store window instantly made Jimmy pine for something fabulous to gift Summer with. But with it being Sunday, there was a likelihood that many of his favorite stores would be closed. He had already had to buy off the salon to get Summer in, despite her proclamation that she could wait until the weekday to get her hair done. He supposed he could buy off the owners of the shops if need be. Money really wasn’t an issue any more. But if he were to do that, Jimmy would need to have something in mind first, in the very least a store chosen to open up. But he didn’t.

Passing a gallery, Jimmy could not help but be enticed inside the doors. He strolled silently, looking at each painting with interest. Rounding a corner, he stopped in his tracks. The artist was apparently in-house, working on a painting from a photograph pinned to his easel. Watching with some interest for a moment, Jimmy considered asking the man to convert a photograph for him or more precisely for Summer. But as that idea crossed his mind, he realized he had no photograph on him that would suit that purpose. Tossing it aside, he perused the rest of the canvasses already hanging for sale on the walls. Finding nothing that spoke to him, he slipped out of the gallery less than an hour after stepping into it.

His dark eyes glanced in jewelry store and antique shoppe windows. Nothing screamed Summer to him. He wanted to give her the moon but knew not how to capture it. With a slight sigh, Jimmy slipped into a rather posh clothing store. He wanted for quite some time before a salesgirl approached him, asking what he sought. Explaining the situation to her, she nodded thoughtfully before leading him to the lingerie section of the shoppe. Within an hour he left the store with a small bag of goodies and some rather sordid thoughts in his mind. He presumed his three hour stroll was long enough that Summer would be finished at the salon, especially as he didn’t know which treatments she would receive.

Shifting the bag in his hand to his left hand, Jimmy reached for the salon door. Frowning when it didn’t open, he pressed his hand to the glass and peered in. Not only were the lights turned off, his Summer was clearly no where to be found. Where could she be? Why would they just push her out the door and not wait for his return? Had someone—

Hands covered his eyes and lips touched his ear, “Keep your eyes closed, Jimmy.”

“Summer, what ha—”

“You disappeared,” she responded. “Now are you going to keep your eyes closed or not?”

“Okay, okay,” he agreed.

Dropping her hands from his eyes, Summer stepped back, her hands going to his shoulders to slowly turn him about. Eyes focused on his to make certain that they were closed, she smiled crookedly. Pressing her lips to his, she slapped away his empty hand. Stepping completely out of his reach, Summer’s eyes darted down to his bag, ever certain that whatever it was, he bought for her. Oh how he pampered her.

“Summer, when can I—”

“All right. You can open your eyes,” she responded.

Eyes fluttering open, Jimmy struggled for a moment to focus on her. Rare sun shined through the clouds, enveloping her in a warm glow. Adjusted to the light, Jimmy gasped, completely not expecting the vision before him. As long as he had known Summer, her blond hair had cascaded near her waist in soft waves, but now... now... it dusted her shoulders in tighter curls. Once more it shimmered with white gold strands glimmering amongst the darker blond curls. Saying not a word, he reached up and fingered one of the curls that touched her right shoulder. Smiling Jimmy took a step closer and kissed her waiting lips.

“Beautiful,” he muttered and kissed her again. “Absolutely beautiful.”

“I haven’t... I haven’t had it this short in ages. I...”

“Are beautiful,” Jimmy repeated.

“Thank you,” she smiled brightly. “I see you went shopping.”

He glanced down at the bag, “And you can have it as soon as we get home, gorgeous.”



Sitting in Jimmy’s lap, Summer giggled as his fingers danced over her ribs. She had worn the sexy lingerie he purchased for her, but not long at all. Not for even an hour. Chasing her through the house, he tackled her onto their bed and practically tore the expensive underthings from her skin. Though they were both now naked, they had not yet united carnally. With her new hairstyle, Jimmy felt it necessary to completely get reacquainted with every part of her. However Summer was in too far of a playful mood to allow him the kind of inspection he had wished and so his fingers danced over her body instead of his lips. And that had brought giggles to her lips, not moans like he was hoping.

Tucking a curl behind her ear, she met his eyes. Though her eyes still sparkled with amusement, Summer knew Jimmy well enough to read the seriousness in his dark eyes. With a seductive smile, she leaned down and kissed him gently, restraining herself from allowing it to deepen. Shifting on his body, her sex rolled over his cock, causing it to stiffen more, but she did not allow him into her body just yet.

“Jimmy, you are... so, so amazing,” she muttered and kissed him again. “I am so very lucky to have your affection.”

“My love,” he corrected.

Her eyes snapped to his, questioning what her mouth could not say.

“I love you, Summer.”

“Oh, Jimmy,” she breathed and kissed him deeply. “I love you too.”

Arms circling her back, Jimmy quickly rolled the two of them. His lips hungrily kiss her mouth, his hands quickly wandering her body without destination. Euphoria greater than any drug he had tried, any alcohol he had drunk, filled his soul. She loved him. His right hand guided her leg around his hip as he sucked on her tongue. Fluidly his body united with hers, his left hand cupping and pinching her nipple.

Moaning once Jimmy’s mouth released hers, Summer’s body arched to meet his every thrust. Though they moved slowly, steadily, she could feel the energy building in the bedroom already. She did not need to be a scientist to know it was due to the exchange of confessions a few moments before. Jimmy’s passion was greater than she had ever felt in their months of loving, almost as if his soul was on fire. Oh how much pride it gave her to know she was the cause of that.

Hooking his arm under her right knee, Jimmy pulled out of her body, guiding her onto her side. With her leg over his shoulder and the other one straddled by his own, he slid back into her body. His mouth kissed up and down her calf, working to her pretty little toes. Noticing they were painted a sparkly pink before he sucked the largest toe into his mouth, he couldn’t help but think of how much she had changed in the past year. She was more confident, which in turn made her even sexier. He had wanted to fuck her the moment they were introduced but now that he was buried deeply in her body Jimmy wanted to make love with her for the rest of his life. In this realization, he knew what he wanted, needed to do.

Withdrawing from her body once more, he guided her back onto her back. Remaining on his knees, Jimmy pulled her hips up, impaling her on his cock. Rather than stroke in and out of her, his hands slipped up her back, guiding Summer to sit up. Carefully positioning her legs around his as she knelt yet remained straddling him, Summer met his mouth, albeit briefly.

His hands pushed her wild curls from her face, holding her steady as his eyes went to hers, “I want to be with you forever, Summer.”

“You will, Jimmy,” she breathed, attempting to kiss him again.

“Promise?”

“I promise,” Summer vowed before completing the kiss.

Smiling, his hands went to her hips. Quickly the young woman took his unspoken instructions and began to ride him. Within moments she was breathing his name, her painted fingernails digging into his pale flesh. Feeling the pressure build in his body, Jimmy held her down and quickly pushed her back onto the bed. Two strokes and the heavens exploded above both of their heads. Together their bodies pulsed in orgasm, Summer holding Jimmy as tightly as possible.

“Oh, Jimmy,” she sighed contently, “oh, Jimmy, I love you.”

“I love you so very much, Summer,” he breathed before nibbling on her ear. “So very much.”