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For 101 Ways to say I love you - 10 "Is something wrong?"
It was a rather cold night in LA considering it was usually warm and balmy here in the land of sun, sea and sand, yet tonight Mick was tugging on the blankets covering both him and Ziggy in their hotel bed. The Anthean stirred and wasn't asleep as such, more resting with his eyes closed but his heart and mind were open. Always awake and alert.
"Mick, are you alright?"
The blond's green eyes were already open as he rolled over now facing Ziggy, sliding a large warm hand up to cup the singer's pale jaw, feeling the coolness greet his palm as always. He'd been thinking lately about everything. The bands, the future and especially the upcoming interview they would all attend. Bloody hell, that.
"I'm just a bit cold, love. How about we snuggle closer?"
Mick slipped both arms around Ziggy's lithe waist pulling him closer so that their bodies were touching. The blankets covering their bodies from the waist down as the blond felt another blast of cool air slide over him. Was that window open? Who had opened that? Not that bloody crazy Aarne and Joe climbing around the outside of the hotel surely! Either that or that long-legged boy Damien. He was atheletic, wasn't he? Then, Minoru---no. He wouldn't. Not near Mick and Ziggy's private room.
"That bloody window. Let me close it."
Getting out of bed reluctantly, Mick felt Ziggy's hands slip from his waist as he got up to close the window, glancing outside at the feint orange glow of the city below. LA was so bloody huge Mick could hardly get his head around it all. The lights, the people and the cities that never slept. No one here seemed to turn off the light at 10pm and go to sleep like they did back home in the North of England. These people were something else. Sliding the window shut, Mick stepped back into their bedroom and crawled back into bed, pulling the blankets back over himself and partially Ziggy because he knew the Anthean didn't like being too hot in bed.
"Feeling better now?"
Ziggy asking if his boyfriend was comfortable because he knew the guitarist was out of his comfort zone being within a strange city with all the bands. Mick liked to be grounded and often tended to shy away from new things like trying the local food or trying out new sports. The Scandis seemed to lap it up being more open-minded than some of the Brits. Yet, Ziggy loved Mick for all his salt of the earth ways and his stubborn Northern attitude.
"I am thanks, love. Just thinking about this bloody crazy interview that's coming up."
Mick's large hand came up to stroke Ziggy's arm and shoulder as he offered a loving gaze through his long lashes towards his alien girlfriend. The singer giggled slightly and kissed the guitarist's hand lovingly on the open palm; his long fingers then intertwining with Mick's calloused guitarist's fingers. Just being with him was perfect. As for the interview? Well, it would be a shit show and everyone knew it.
"Joe and Aarne might stir some shit up. The bloke won't know what's coming."
The blond laughing softly, whilst slowly caressing his hands down Ziggy's long back. If it was a shit show then it shake the world up. That's what this whole tour was about. Smashing down social norms and kicking bastards up the ass. Mick, had plans after it to propose to Ziggy. Marriage. He wanted to get married and was still deciding when the best time for this would be. Of course he'd talk to Tom, perhaps Robert to get advice before going ahead and asking for his child's hand in marriage. It was the polite thing to do. For now he would keep that secret until that day.
It was a rather cold night in LA considering it was usually warm and balmy here in the land of sun, sea and sand, yet tonight Mick was tugging on the blankets covering both him and Ziggy in their hotel bed. The Anthean stirred and wasn't asleep as such, more resting with his eyes closed but his heart and mind were open. Always awake and alert.
"Mick, are you alright?"
The blond's green eyes were already open as he rolled over now facing Ziggy, sliding a large warm hand up to cup the singer's pale jaw, feeling the coolness greet his palm as always. He'd been thinking lately about everything. The bands, the future and especially the upcoming interview they would all attend. Bloody hell, that.
"I'm just a bit cold, love. How about we snuggle closer?"
Mick slipped both arms around Ziggy's lithe waist pulling him closer so that their bodies were touching. The blankets covering their bodies from the waist down as the blond felt another blast of cool air slide over him. Was that window open? Who had opened that? Not that bloody crazy Aarne and Joe climbing around the outside of the hotel surely! Either that or that long-legged boy Damien. He was atheletic, wasn't he? Then, Minoru---no. He wouldn't. Not near Mick and Ziggy's private room.
"That bloody window. Let me close it."
Getting out of bed reluctantly, Mick felt Ziggy's hands slip from his waist as he got up to close the window, glancing outside at the feint orange glow of the city below. LA was so bloody huge Mick could hardly get his head around it all. The lights, the people and the cities that never slept. No one here seemed to turn off the light at 10pm and go to sleep like they did back home in the North of England. These people were something else. Sliding the window shut, Mick stepped back into their bedroom and crawled back into bed, pulling the blankets back over himself and partially Ziggy because he knew the Anthean didn't like being too hot in bed.
"Feeling better now?"
Ziggy asking if his boyfriend was comfortable because he knew the guitarist was out of his comfort zone being within a strange city with all the bands. Mick liked to be grounded and often tended to shy away from new things like trying the local food or trying out new sports. The Scandis seemed to lap it up being more open-minded than some of the Brits. Yet, Ziggy loved Mick for all his salt of the earth ways and his stubborn Northern attitude.
"I am thanks, love. Just thinking about this bloody crazy interview that's coming up."
Mick's large hand came up to stroke Ziggy's arm and shoulder as he offered a loving gaze through his long lashes towards his alien girlfriend. The singer giggled slightly and kissed the guitarist's hand lovingly on the open palm; his long fingers then intertwining with Mick's calloused guitarist's fingers. Just being with him was perfect. As for the interview? Well, it would be a shit show and everyone knew it.
"Joe and Aarne might stir some shit up. The bloke won't know what's coming."
The blond laughing softly, whilst slowly caressing his hands down Ziggy's long back. If it was a shit show then it shake the world up. That's what this whole tour was about. Smashing down social norms and kicking bastards up the ass. Mick, had plans after it to propose to Ziggy. Marriage. He wanted to get married and was still deciding when the best time for this would be. Of course he'd talk to Tom, perhaps Robert to get advice before going ahead and asking for his child's hand in marriage. It was the polite thing to do. For now he would keep that secret until that day.
