"Y'know, sometimes as a musician," Axl's voice rang out, "you write a song about one thing, and later on, it could be about another... This is one of those songs for me, and she knows who she is- we've been going through a bit of a disagreement. This, my friends, is a pretty little tune called 'My Michelle,'" he announced, ending on a screech.

I shook my head as Nikki protectively wrapped an arm around me, knowing that Axl had been referring me.

"What an ass! I swear to God, I think I'm gonna have to bust his nose next," he said, shaking his head.

"Nah, leave him. I'll be fine; I'll be on stage with you," I said, pressing myself against him. "Wait until you see his face," I said with a laugh.

"I cannot wait, babe," he said, brushing his lips over mine.

"Don't ruin your lipstick," Donna joked.

"Don't worry about us," I said, kissing his cheek.

"The perfect mark?" Nikki guessed, referring to the lipstick print on his cheek.

"Kinda."

The song went by in lighting time, and the crowd started a chant of 'one more song,' which, unfortunately for them, was not going to happen.

"Hey, fuckers!" Slash yelled drunkenly. "Good night!"

"We are Guns N' fuckin' Roses, and if you don't like that, well, who gives a fuck? Mötley Crüe's up next!" Axl screamed before storming off stage.

As he passed me, his eyes went wide, looking from my heat to my feet. "Sadie, you-"

"You okay?" Nikki asked me, cutting him off as he turned to stand in front of me, blocking the view Axl and I had of each other.

"I will be."

"You're gonna kill it out there, don't worry about it, baby," he said.

He kissed me and walked over to get his bass.

"Give 'em hell, Sadie," Tommy said excitedly. "I have the best seat in the house; I play right next to the girls!" he boasted to the guys, twirling his drum sticks.

"Nah, man. I have the best, I get to play around with the girls," Vince said with a wink.

"Play with my girl, and you're dead, Vincent," Nikki said casually.

Vince raised his hands in surrender, "Fine, but the frisky blondes. Yum."

Mick cleared his throat and Vince looked at him, getting the sign. "Except Emi... I get- hey, I have Donna! There we go, it's you and me, hun," he said, blowing her a kiss.

She rolled her eyes and returned the kiss, looking like she'd rather deal with a random strange than Vince.

"Okay, you're on!" called the stage manager.

They walked out, each giving me a hug, starting with Tommy, Mick, then Nikki, who kissed me, and Vince.

"See you next song," Vince called to us before running onto the stage.

"Sadie," Izzy called desperately from somewhere behind me.

I spun on the heels of my boots to see him approaching me, his guitar still in his hand. He was sweating like crazy and squinting from the bright lights on the stage beside us.

"What's up, Izz, I only have a couple minutes."

"I'm so sorry, I tried to tell you about Axl," he yelled over the crowd.

"I know you did, thank you. I'm not really mad at you guys; just Axl. He knows what he did," I said, glancing over to the corner in which Axl was sulking, still staring at me with wide eyes.

"Yeah, but still, we're all sorry. We should have said something, and we didn't."

"It's fine, okay? I get it," I said as Mötley opened with their introduction and began playing 'All in the Name Of...'.

"Sadie-Babe," Duff shouted.

I looked up to meet his gaze.

"You look great," he said.

I thanked him and the others, who had all agreed with him- except Axl, who, of course, said nothing.

As soon as they walked away, the girls and I stretched out a bit to help get rid of some nerves.

"Just shake it out," Emi said excitedly. "Tonight's all about fun, Sadie!"

I breathed deeply, completely terrified. Soon, however, the fear vanished; I knew that I was going to be okay. It was all for fun, just like the girls said.

I looked over to the stage once again, watching Nikki. He smiled at me and made a kissing face at me, which I gladly mirrored.

"Alright, boys, I think it's time to bring out a few friends of ours, don't you?" Vince said into the mic.

"Hell yeah!" Tommy said into his headset.

"Ladies?" Vince called.

We walked out together, strutting as if we were fearless, excitedly bouncing.

"Now, those of you here," Vince began as we crossed to him, Nikki smacking my ass when I passed him, "know that we have three favorite things."

I looked back at Nikki and made a sexy face (or at least attempted to).

"These things," Vince continued, "are Girls. Girls. Girls," he said, pointing to each of us as we put our arms around him.

"This is Emi," he said, "Donna, and Sadie," he said, drawing out my name as he indicated which of us was which. "Normally, we only have two Nasty Habits, but tonight there are three, which makes so much sense for our next song. You see, Montana, we love our Girls, Girls, Girls."

The crowd erupting, roaring so loud that they seemed to be making my legs shake, but I kept smiling, waving and blowing kisses. On queue, Tommy picked up a drum beat that would transition into the song.

Nikki disappeared somewhere back stage for a moment as Vince chattered about us for a few moments , and when Nikki reappeared, he looked a little more alive, fluffing his hair.

Soon after, then the girls and I scampered over to our platform, preparing for the song.

°°°°°°

"That was so fucking fun!" I screamed as we ran off stage.

"You killed it, girls!"

"Sadie killed it, more like! You did so good," Emi squealed.

"Thank you!"

"You really did," Donna agreed, hugging me.

"Sexy Sadie," Nikki said sweetly, crooking a finger at me.

I shook my head mischievously, ready to start a game of tag, high off of adrenaline. During Tommy's drum solo, they split a bottle of Jack Daniels, and I could tell Nikki was a bit tipsy. Mick was drunk on vodka as always and Vince... well Vince was Vince, who knew?

"Come 'ere," he said with a smile, wiping his sweaty face with a towel.

"Nope, gotta catch me," I said, backing away.

Nikki effortlessly tossed his bass to a roadie and started walking toward me, "Oh, I'll get you," he assured.

"You're gonna have to be a little faster, Sixxy-baby!" I said as I took off running.

I was electrified from the show. My stage fright had subsided after the second song and my adrenaline was off the charts! I felt like I could run for days without stopping, I was so wound up.

As Nikki chased me through the crowded venue, I looked around for a place to hide. There were people everywhere; he and I would get trapped in this mob of people if we were noticed.

Running out of ideas, I decided to run out onto the balcony seats on the second floor, which had been closed off during the show. Pushing through the doors, I ran to the farthest corner of the room, leaning against the golden railing of the balcony as I tried to catch my breath. Soon enough, Nikki made his way through the doors, smiling all the while.

"I've got you now, Ms. Parker," he said.

"Come over here and prove it then."

"If you insist," he said, climbing over the plush, royal purple theater style seats.

"Oh my god," I said between laughs, "just go around."

"No. If I do that, you have more of a chance to get away again, and I don't want you to do that. Straight through is the way to go," he said slowly.

He was three seats away from me when he stepped wrong and the chair folded up on him, causing him to drop through and hit is family jewels on the end of the seat.

"Fuck," he yelped as he put a hand over his aching crotch. "This was a bad move," he said quietly.

"Shit!" I said, hurrying over to him. "Here, try to get your leg out," I directed as I held held his arm as he tried to get his leg free.

"I need to sit down," he said quietly,  gently sinking into the seat.

"I'm sorry," I said with a nervous chuckle.

"Don't be sorry, you tried to tell me," he said, holding his junk. "That was just a really bad plan on my part."

He relaxed a bit as the pain subsided and said, "We have a signing soon. You and the girls are going, too."

"Okay... Are you going to be able to make it back down there?" I asked.

"Mm," he smirked, "Maybe if you kiss it better."

"Later. I promise," I purred, trying to be seductive as I leaned over and kissed him.

He groaned and stood up slowly, wrapping a sweaty, muscular arm around my shoulder.

"Fine, but I'm holding you to that."

"It's a deal. Let's go sign stuff," I said.

As we slowly walked down the back stairs, we did our best to avoid being seen and getting stuck in the throng of fans.

As soon as we walked into the room we were doing the signing in, I notice the faded red wallpaper, which almost looked pink in in the lighting. It worked, especially because of the pink-ish red accents that were on all of the tour stuff.

"Sadie, Nikki, glad you guys could make it," Mick said irritably from the table.

"Sorry, I smashed my nuts," Nikki said slowly.

"How did- y'know what, I don't wanna know," Mick responded, shaking his head.

Nikki sat down carefully, making sure not to injure himself again.

"Maybe you should it in my lap," he suggested, patting his knee.

"They're here to see you, not me. I'll block their view if I'm in your lap," I said, kissing his nose.

He pouted and handed me a sharpie and a bottle of whiskey.

"To share," he said with a wink.

"Are we all here now?"  the house manager called, making sure we were all there.

Nikki gave a thumbs up.

"Okay, open up the door," he shouted.

°°°°°°

"Oh my god, I could sleep forever!" Donna whined, dragging her feet as we walked to the bus.

"Sorry hun, sleep isn't on the menu," Vince said with a wink.

"And neither am I," she said. "When's Sharise going to visit- y'know, your wife..."

"Oh come on, Donna! She doesn't have to know," he whined as he followed her into the bus.

I pulled off my leather jacket (or should I say, Axl's old skeleton jacket, which was now mine), and fanned myself. Holding my hair off my neck, I felt a wonderful breeze tickle my neck; the room we were signing was in was baking hot, so being outside was like a gift from the heavens.

"We have a deal to keep," Nikki whispered in my ear as he passed me.

I felt a smile creep to my lips, shaking my head as I climbed into the bus after Nikki.

I looked back to see Mick and Emi crossing the parking lot hand in hand, and Tom bringing up the back with two 'lucky girls' from the show.

"Just wait til we get to the hotel, Sixx," I said quietly as I sat in his lap in the front lounge.

For once, the bus was clean; you could see the floor, although now most of us had kicked our shoes off and left them everywhere. The bottles and trash were picked up, the piles of dirty magazines nowhere to be seen, and the clothes were where they belonged- in each person's suitcases.

"I don't know if I can wait that long," Nikki mumbled, pressing his lips to my bare shoulder.

"You're gonna have to," I said quietly.

"Mm, no. I don't wanna," he argued.

"Babe, you're not five-"

"You're right, I'm Sixx," he said with a proud smile.

I shook my head and leaned back against him.

"We're gonna take a shower," he informed.

"Then what?"

"Well, you're gonna keep your part of the deal, then I'm gonna work my magic, then we're gonna get crazy for a few hours," he said. I could hear the smile in his voice.

"You're not gonna work it in the shower?" I asked, pretending to be in shock.

"Good point, why wait?" he asked triumphantly. "You're a smart one, Sadie."

Sounds of moaning and giggling girls erupted from the back room, and Nikki and I looked over to see Tommy, frozen in his tracks with a beer in his hand and a smile plastered on his face.

"T-Bone, what the hell are they doing?" Nikki asked.

"God's work, man. They're sixty-nine-ing!" he said excitedly.

"No way!"

"Seriously! Shit, dude, I gotta get in there. Later," he said, closing the curtain behind him.

"I can't fucking wait to get to the hotel," I whispered to him. I wasn't gonna lie, the sounds from that back room were a turn on, and we both knew it.

"That's the spirit," he said, kissing my neck.

The ride to the hotel was an intense blur. It was hot, and not just because we had all just been on stage and in a hot room; We were all in heat and doing our best not to fuck in front of each other, not that any of us would care. Nikki and I mainly didn't because we wanted to see if we could make it into the hotel room, and when we did, how long it would take us to get down to business.

Soon enough, we felt the bus start to slow.

"Alright," the driver called. "We're here, kids."

As soon at the bus had stopped completely, Nikki and I ran out of the bus, skipping the steps and were heading into the building faster than lightning.

"What about your stuff?!" cried Vince.

"Later!" we yelled as we crossed to the front desk.

"Room for Sixx," Nikki demanded.

Upon receiving our room key, we hurried over to the elevator which happened to be full of people when the doors opened.

"Stairs," I shouted, running to the appropriate door at the other end of the lobby.

A manager hurriedly walked over to us, saying, "Please, no running in the lobby, it disturbs-"

"Fuck the lobby!" Nikki screamed, running after me.

When the door closed behind us and we had made it up a flight, I realized that I didn't know where we were going.

"Nikki," I panted, "Where are we going?"

"Room," he held the door key up to his face, "three-seventeen."

"Fuck! That's so far!" I cried.

"We could just fuck on the stairs," he suggested, breathing heavily.

"No," I whined. "We can do this! Only two more floors."

"Fuck," he growled. "I don't think I'm gonna make it. I just wanna fuck you, Jesus Christ!"

"And I want to fuck you, too, but not yet!"

We both were as impatient as we could possibly be, so it was a surprise that we made it to our room. Granted, we were running full speed and almost took out the cleaning lady and her cart, but damn it, we were fuckin' horny and shit like that was bound to happen.

The door hadn't even closed yet and we were already half stripped, aggressively grinding and making out.