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I was waiting, my breath caught somewhere in my throat. He was finally back.
Jimmy Page had just returned with his brown leather bag and that navy jacket he liked to wear everywhere. For the past six weeks he'd been playing his way across the States with The Yardbirds. It was everything he'd ever wanted—his dream, his passion.
Only I knew how much he gave up for it. Sometimes I think even Jimmy himself doesn't realize what it costs him.
Then his eyes found mine.
That deep green looked almost startling against his pale skin, and when he felt something strongly they always narrowed just a little. I'd noticed that long ago.
God, he's perfect.
The same chill ran through me that always did when I was around him, that nervous energy that made my hands feel light and my heart beat a little faster. Everyone felt it around James Page. Even people who didn't know him.
He had that kind of presence. The kind that made you want to stand a little straighter, speak a little better, to powder your nose and prove something without even knowing why.
Before I realized he'd moved, he was standing right in front of me.
"Ruby... oh, god."
He sounded breathless, but he still did the first thing he always did—he set his bag down calmly beside him, like drawing attention would be the worst thing in the world. Even in the middle of an airport, he wasn't about to make a scene.
Jimmy liked to pretend the stares didn't bother him, the looks people gave the long hair, and the guitar case. But I knew better.
He lifted his hands to my face and smoothed back my hair where the ribbon had slipped loose. I probably looked like a mess.
For a moment we just stood there. His face buried in my hair, inhaling my scent.
His arms wrapped around my waist, his mouth resting softly against the top of my head.
I tipped my face up to him, watching him through my lashes, trying to tell him without words, how badly I wanted to get out of that airport, and be alone with him.
"James."
I fisted the front of his shirt and pulled myself closer, rubbing my nose against him as I inhaled. My crimson pillbox hat threatened to tip upon my golden hair. He gently pushed it right with two of his delicate fingers.
I had missed him so much it was almost painful. All I could do was try to show him. I could feel the stares of the older women that I saw over by the suitcase carriers. Definitely judging our love and the way we show it.
Up close I could tell he was a little stressed. He smelled faintly of cigarettes and sweat. My eyes drifted to his Adam's apple as it moved when he swallowed, and I wondered how many he'd smoked. Jimmy rarely did, something was bothering him.
My fingers slid into his raven hair, and I leaned closer, my breath warm against his ear.
"I missed you, James. I love you so much."
He answered almost immediately. "I love you too."
I let my hands press firmly on his chest. Rubbing it warmly, feeling him steady underneath it.
He took my hand it was covered in my favorite pair of silk gloves, gloves he had given me. "Now you knew I was going to be seeing you dear." He brought the stone I had put over the silk to his lips.
The promise ring he had given me.
It had been a rainy morning. I'd woken up alone, wondering where he had gone. When I walked into the main room, he was standing there with a little box in his hands.
Before I could even ask, he kissed the breath out of me and slipped the ring onto my finger, devoting his love to me.
In return, I had given him one of my own, a thick silver band of his own he never took off.
Now he had dropped our hands and slipped both the stone and the silk off my fingers. And slowly he lifted them again until my bare knuckles brushed his lips.
He sighed into my neck, and I felt the tension leave him just a little. Jimmy had been missing me so badly he could barely think straight, and I could tell.
"Come on let's get to the cabby hmm?" All I could do was nod.
Jimmy opened the door for me and glanced down from beneath his dark bangs. His usual devious eyes met my wide ones.
Before I could react, his strong hands caught my hips and pulled me down into his lap. His lips brushed against my cheek, his warm breath tickling my nose.
Before I could even smell the candles I left lit, Jimmy had already lifted me up, closing the door behind us. Sending my mind back to the times he'd taken me against a wall. The heat flashed through me again.
"Jimmy?" He had paused, his face between my breasts his hair tickled my neck.
"What's got you all needy? I know you just got back but, when I was gone this never happened." He let me slide down him a little, but his cheeks were now flushed. Just like when indulge in his most secret fantasies.
"Well that's completely different." He just sighed and lead me to the velvety couch, pulling me hip to hip. "Look, that was different because we had only been together a week, and I could handle it for a while, but now calls just aren't enough."
He was avoiding eye contact,clammy palms down on his knees. "I miss your smile. The way you look at me... the way you dance around like there's nothing else in the world to do. I miss it so much I can't think straight." All I could do was sit there and pretend that was the most soul wrenching thing anyone has ever said to me.
I was still a little confused because he wouldn't be acting this distraught just for that. I knew there was more.
"Is that all? I'm just a little confused because you seemed to be having such a good time whenever we would call." I tried to meet his eyes. Swallowing Jimmy laid down, flattening me under him, his head between my breasts again.
"No it's not all." Now it was a bit muffled, I stroked his hair, hoping to coax out some more information. He relented. "I guess I just didn't understand how tumultuous it all would be. It was all so overwhelming I didn't notice how much I missed this. Just us alone, and quiet, until after the last show. This girl came up to me like they all did, but she was particularly nasty." He had started talking a bit quickly, but it was all muffled and mumbled.
A sharp pang of jealousy struck me subconsciously I dug my nails deeper, and closed my eyes trying to relax, "Shhh slow down." He took a deep breath.
"Yes, yes that's it, good boy." I continued swirling my fingers gently in his raven locks. After a few more breaths, "Now, what was this bitch saying?"
I could've imagined it but I he tightened around me slightly at the name. His breath came a bit quicker.
Opening his mouth to speak again, he only got one word out before I pulled his chin up. "Tsk tsk. No mumbling, you know you have a terrible habit of it James, it's rather irritating." Oh he could never irritate me, honestly I was worried if I ever said too much to make him genuinely upset, but I haven't so far, it was all a part of the game.
My orange painted fingernail traced his plump bottom lip, now swollen red from the pressure of my sweater.
I cradled his jaw in my palm and he started. "Just like they always do, the girls came backstage, coming onto us.."
He clenched his jaw.
"I'm sure their parents would be ashamed if they saw the tiny rags they hold to their bottoms and call mini skirts." I couldn't help but snort. His dark lashes batted.
"Well she wouldn't take no for an answer. I tried to be the gentleman and walk away but she chased me.." he snuggled in more. "She was so aggressive. It was rather uncomfortable." His fingers flexing slightly against my side.
Honestly, the nerve of her, carrying on like that with him.
Subconsciously my fingers stroked through his hair quicker, and my gaze was fixed and unblinking on the candelabra. I guess he noticed because he sat up. His lips brushed my cheek, and his whisper came.
"I know it upset me too." A pause.
"You know, It's so hot when you get all worked up over another girl like that." His hips shifted, pressing more into my leg. Nudging me with his desire. Proving his words.
He continued smoothly, his voice had stopped shaking. "Now. I wanted to request something of you." He finished the sentence by straddling my hips, the weight and emotion knocked air from my lungs.
His green eyes fixed on me steadily. And I met them with mine.
"It is another step in our relationship you could say." God he’s such a dork. He paused again. "I really want to get treated like a little boy again. There is just something about it that is so comforting." I just stayed underneath him, focusing and trying to see where he was going with this.
It was hard, the feeling of his plush ass on my thighs made me wanna shut him up and mount him.
"Can we come up with a scene?"
I nod, a little too dazed to be able to articulate anything. He leaned down and just stayed there for a moment. "I want you to catch me touching myself Ruby."
I accidentally let out a whine, my fingers scratching the spot behind his ear he likes. Like a kitty.
"Well, it's like getting caught in the garden... doing naughty things." It came out like a squeak. My neck was dampening from his heavy breathing, but I held his head there.
I giggled, "Awww like Peter rabbit?" He just nodded and nuzzled further into my neck. Leaning his hips back Jimmy arched his back. "Oh trying to tempt me even more?"
This time it was him chuckling, "Maybe you can go out with your friends for a bit." His voice was rather shaky., like his fingertips tracing my cheekbones. "I want to make it feel organic, unplanned."
"And when you come home I'll be in our room. Playing..." Ruby, I- I want you to pretend to be surprised when you walk in."
His knees squeezed together slightly, and his breath began to pick up again. "And I-i want you to scold me. Because it's not right I shouldn't be doing those things." I could feel my nipples tingle with sensation. He's being so vulnerable, he wants this so bad. And I knew I was going to give it to him.
Finally, it was the perfect time. I had been dying to ask a question, a question from my own personal, and deprived curiosity. "You know I would do anything for you James." I stilled my fingers in his raven waves. "But-"
He actually whimpered at the hesitation.
"But I have a question." He pulled back with wide eyes and gaped at me, "Yes baby anything." This time I couldn't hold back the nerves, I shrunk into myself slightly when it came out. "When was the first time you saw a naked girl. And felt things."
Instead of blushing he breathed deep. His eyes widened, his natural lashes made them appear even larger. But he seemed to mull the idea of telling me the memory over rather quickly. "Well it was an accident okay."
He picked at a loose thread on my shoulder. "It was during swimming class, and a girl I had a crush on, Veronica, was messing around. Jumping up and down too much on the board you know, she was a bit of a trouble maker, but I look over after she's jumped and her whole swim costume was gone. I- it was embarrassing. I felt bad because it wasn't intentional she didn't want me to see but- I had to hide during the whole class." At this point his head was in his hands.
God it was so cute I had to resist the urge to laugh, the little girl on the inside of me was blushing and screaming, while the woman looked down at this man who was laying himself at her feet.
I twirled a lock of raven hair and just looked at him.
"Well say something. God I've never told anyone about that." He was quite feverish.
""Mmm I bet you tried so hard to hide it baby." I pushed him onto the carpet. He whined, his eyes bugging slightly, and his breath picking up.
All he did was nod. Biting his bottom lip, he always had the most beautiful lips, always wet and shocked by my audacity.
I laughed. "Oh you clueless boy." I squeezed hands cheeks with one hand. He made a cute little whimper as it probably hurt. "What? Cat got your tongue silly boy?" I leaned down and kissed his wet lips
"Always licking your lips. So wet." I groaned and looked deep into his green gentle eyes, the pupils blown wide. "Mmm you are so submissive."
My hair was held back by a pink ribbon, I let it down. "James you know that's something girls like. Being submissive."
"Yeah but-" he cut himself off, instinctively turning his head into the pillow. His hair was now all over the place, slightly frizzy with heat.
"Do you want to be like a girl?" I drew out the last word, bringing the lace ribbon down caressing around his nose. "Yeah you know you're real pretty like one."
"No, no, not like that."
He faltered, the words failing him when the truth was written all over his face. I drew the ribbon a little tighter against his Adam's apple, and his breath caught despite himself. His cheeks were the same color as the ribbon now.
""You're so bad at lying jamesy .but know your being naughty AND lying?"
All he could do was stare at me, wide-eyed and helpless, like he'd been caught red-handed. I leaned in a little, tracing a fingertip along his jaw. Clean shaven.
"Aw, there we go," I murmured, my voice softening. "I know you love being my little rabbit."
He shifted slightly, panting, tilting his head away but not breaking the small contact between us. I felt the rise and fall of his chest beneath me and had to stop for a breath, just watching him.
For a few heartbeats, we just existed like that—his quiet, shaky energy against my own steady one. I could feel him watching me, trying to measure my mood, while I tried to keep a playful smile.
Then a sharp wave of nausea rolled over me, sudden and unwelcome. My stomach tightened. My period must be starting, I always got the headache first, then the nausea started.
I swayed slightly, unsure if I could hold myself steady above him. He noticed immediately, his hands instinctively coming up to steady me, concern in his eyes