Izzy's P.O.V.

~ Late Jan 1990 ~

Since the whole MTV shebang, the time had flown so fast I could hardly digest it. Surprisingly, Melanie and I were still together after a couple of "aggressive" fights we'd had since then. I don't even remember what they were even about; probably stupid things like leaving the fridge door open and then things would escalate from there.

Besides 'happy fun times' of fighting, Mel had actually moved in with me. She still had her place back in Beverly Hills, but inside her apartment, there were only a few items left, and the rest of her stuff had been shoved over at my place. She said it would be a good backup plan for her to keep her apartment if things did suddenly go sour between us, then, therefore, she wouldn't be homeless. When she moved in, it took a while for Ripley to get used to it. Even though Mel practically lived at my place beforehand, she would still go home after a few days, and Ripley would relax. But Ripley had to adapt to Mel feeding her sometimes if I wasn't home or if I was asleep.

Christmas time had been and gone. At the time, I seriously wasn't looking forward to it. Can you imagine how much of an imposition it would be to plan out the events of Christmas day? There was little chance of me meeting up with the band because half of them would either treat themselves to a Christmas overdose, or they would completely ignore the festive season. And since I had just started another serious relationship, I would have to consider and plan with Mel to see if she would be meeting up with her parents. It was also at that time when I realised that my mother or father would probably try and contact me and convince me to visit them back in Indiana. The only problem with all of this family stuff meant that it would be taking Mel's and my relationship to the next level. If you meet the parents of your partner or visa versa, it means your relationship is official and serious. Plus the parents begin to judge. But, surprisingly Mel wanted to avoid her family as much as possible so we ended up spending Christmas together at my place. It was one of the first Christmas' I had actually enjoyed for a long time. We spent New Years with just ourselves as well. I suppose our New Year was very romantic since we climbed up on my roof and watched my suburb's fireworks from the beach, as well as spending the rest of the night by fucking each other's brains out. It was great, but we spent the next day regretting it as we both had sore crotches and we were incredibly tired (totally worth it though).

Something that had crept up on us was January; seriously since when was it 1990? Towards the end of '89, Axl had called me and demanded that we start recording in the first few days of January but that never happened. The rest of the band were waiting for Axl's 'go' so we could all go up to Chicago and record, but he never said anything. So the rest of us were all sitting around L.A. waiting to hear from Axl, and I had the suspicion he had run off to have "a break from everything". Huh, what if we never record as a band ever again? I had thought that since day one of GN'R and I'll probably think it until the day I die unless our band doesn't survive that long.

Funnily enough, Axl did end up calling me in the last week of January saying that he was ready to go up to Chicago and so was the rest of the band. He apologised for being over slack, not sincerely though, and he expected to see me up there within a week of his call. I was highly concerned about Melanie because I wasn't sure what she was going to think of this. I mean I know she knows I'm in a band and that I wouldn't be around much, but I wasn't sure on whether she would come with me (which wouldn't be a good idea because, during recording time, the guys get a little "rowdy") or if she would stay at home and chill with Ripley, and housesit.

Suddenly, two hands began to firmly massage my scalp, breaking me from my train of thought.

"Your hair's getting quite messy lately," Mel said into my ear as her hands moved down to my shoulders.

She was right. I was secretly thinking about having dreadlocks since they would be less of a worry compared to normal, straight hair.

"I like that you've stopped dyeing your hair as well." She continued.

I often feel quite lame about the fact that I used to dye my hair jet black. At the time I seemed to think it was 'super cool', and I'd do anything I could to look like Johnny Thunders. Also, I think Mel got quite annoyed every month whenever the bathroom sink or bathtub would be stained black, and it would be a bitch to wash out.

Her fingers released the tension in my shoulders as they worked into the knots. It hurt slightly, but it felt good at the same time. I moaned as she continued to knead me and I heard her breathe out a little laugh.

"What? It feels good. Don't judge me." I complained.

"I'm not judging you." She laughed again and I felt her breath against the back of my neck.

"I need to ask you a favor."

"Mm?" I mumbled while still getting massaged.

"This is embarrassing, but I need to have sex. Like, right now."

Well, that most certainly made my eyes snap open. I swiveled around on my seat to face her, and she was biting her lip. With her looking all cute like that made it hard to say no, but I never say no whenever she wants it because it seems as though I'm constantly horny. I feel like such a dog when I come over to her wanting it, but I don't feel as bad when she comes over wanting it because it reassures me that I'm not the only horny one in this relationship.

Mel moved my hands from my lap so that they were hanging down past my legs, and she eased herself into my lap. She pressed herself down onto me as she tousled her hands in my hair, and I wrapped my hands around her back. Within seconds, her lips crashed into mine and she started to grind on me, instantly making me go hard. Suddenly, Mel jumped off my to my disappointment, but I realised she was only stripping her shorts and undies off. I quickly decided to unbutton and unzip my jeans before Mel hopped back on me again, and her hands slowly entered the inside of my jeans. Her hands wandered all over my crotch and soon I felt her delicate fingers wrap around my dick.

From that moment on, all we both felt were waves of uncontrollable and incredible pleasure, and we both [over]used our vocal cords. I often wondered what Ripley was thinking whenever she'd stroll into the room that we were in, and Mel and I were just casually fucking each other. In all honesty, she probably thought nothing of it and would just have a snooze right next to us.

"Oh my god, Izzy!" Mel moaned out as she threw her head back.

She grabbed onto my shoulders and I felt her tighten her legs around me, and she rocked back and forth on my lap. I pulled her chest to mine and began to kiss her neck, as she continued to moan into my ear. I secretly loved it whenever Mel was on top.

"I need to pull out." I managed to say since I could feel the intensity in my pants build up.

"Yeah, in a sec." Mel moaned as she continued to sway her hips.

"No, like now." I groaned out as the pressure soon built to an uncontrollable high.

Almost within terrifying timing, Mel raised herself from me and I felt the euphoric spark run through my body, and (I'm so happy) I didn't come inside her... I hope. Mel rested her head in the crook of my neck and she wrapped her hands around the back of my neck.

"Thank you." She breathed into my ear, with a chuckle.

"No problem, babe." I panted back as I rested my hands on her lower back.

"But please enlighten me, why did you need this so urgently?"

"I don't know," she shrugged as she moved to look at me, "must mean that I'm getting my period soon. You know, all those hormones going out of whack?" She continued innocently.

"Well, shit. No more sex for Izzy for a week." I jokingly pouted and Mel just rolled her eyes.

"Sorry but that's just how the world works, my man." Mel smiled as she pecked my lips, and she climbed off me to stroll off to the bathroom.

I stood up and zipped my jeans back up as I followed Mel.

"Hey, can I talk to you for a second?" I called out.

When I reached the bathroom I saw that Mel was sitting on the toilet. I stopped at the door ready to walk away and give her privacy but she smiled and waved me in.

"I'm only peeing, it's okay," She laughed, "what did you want to talk about? Oh but quickly you might want to find where... you know, where you jizzed so we don't walk in it." She said while trying not to laugh and I just shook my head.

I sat down opposite to her on the edge of the bathtub, and I crossed my legs.

"In a sec but first, this. This may be a bit of a... problematic topic, but um I have to go up to Chicago to start recording for the new record. Next week."

"Right? How is this going to be problematic?" She asked as she rolled out a small bunch of toilet paper.

"Don't take this the wrong way, but I don't think you should come with me.

She blinked.

"Why?"

"Well, I don't know if I'll be able to give you much time while we're up there, and I don't know how long we'll be up there for."

I paused.

"I probably won't be able to do dinners, or have snuggle times, or even sleep in the same bed much. Because, mainly Axl, is untrustworthy with his time management, I don't know what time I'll walk through that hotel room door. It could be 4 am, and then I might have to go in the next hour or something." I said biting my lip worryingly.

"Plus, and I don't mean to use you for dog minding, but I'm pretty sure that if you come, we won't be able to take Ripley with us. But if you stay here, you'll be able to look after her and maybe form a nicer friendship with her."

That was probably not the best thing to say.

"It's just that if you come with me, you might see some unsavory things that some of the guys do-"

"Do you not want me to come with you?" She interrupted.

"It would be nice... but I don't think it would be much fun, is all," I said anxiously.

"Oh," She mumbled.

She then stood up, flushed the toilet and washed her hands, and walked past without saying a word. I decided to follow her, and I watched her pick up her undies and shorts and she walked into our bedroom.

"You okay?" I asked hesitantly.

Finally, Mel came back out of the bedroom in a new pair of undies, but the same shirt and she leaned on the doorframe.

"If you don't want me to come, and you end up missing me while you're up there, don't even think you have a chance of 'relieving some tension' over the phone. You can call and give me instructions on what to feed Ripley or whatever, and you can call just to catch up, but no phone sex if you miss me." She said apathetically.

I couldn't help but smile.

"Well of course I'm going to miss you," I said scuffing towards her, and I wrapped my arms around her, "not even a little bit of sympathy? Like telling me you're only wearing your undies?"

I looked down at her in my arms and she was trying to hold back a smile.

"I'll tell you I'm wearing granny undies that come up to my boobs, and I'm wearing a thick wooly jumper over the top. Is that sexy?"

I screwed up my nose.

"No. But anything you wear looks sexy on you anyway so somehow I'd still find a way and make it suggestive."

"Oh for fuck's sake." Mel laughed resting her head on my chest.

After a while of just standing there, hugging each other, Melanie finally spoke.

"When are you leaving?"

"Next week, maybe even in a few days."

"I'll miss you." She mumbled into my shirt.

"I'll miss you too, believe me. I'll be surrounded by dirty, stinky men and I'll be missing the sweet smell of you undeniably."

It was true. I would miss her more than anything, and I would definitely miss the smell of cleanliness. With Melanie not coming with me, it would give me a little bit of space, and it would be one less worry as I wouldn't be hoping that she wouldn't be bored while aimlessly wandering the streets of Chicago, trying to find something to do. And another positive is that she'd keep Ripley happy since she wouldn't be abandoned, not that she would be anyway since I'd get Janet to look after her. Many, many negatives about the trip though: no sex, being surrounded by drugs and a pedantic Axl, and being locked inside a recording studio all day. No sex was the thing I was worried most about though. Looks like I have to re-introduce my hands again...

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Hey guys, thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed it :)

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