This was requested by EstelleSixx  This part 3!

Disclaimer: swearing, mentions of drug and alcohol, drug and alcohol abuse,steamy action

I recommend listening to Starry Eyes or Tonight while reading this<3

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April,1984

3 years before Nikki's overdose (this is an important detail)

Civic Center San Jose, CA

Estelle's pov

The stench of booze and weed takes me back to all the concerts I went to years ago. I remember when Frank dragged me to a Black Sabbath concert in return for a Led Zepplin concert. He always bribed me to listen to their music in return for my music.

I look around and see teens with jack bottles and joints getting ready for the concert to begin. So many young girls and my age dressed in skimpy outfits for the band. I still don't get how Jessica got pit tickets so late in the concert. She told me Ozzy Osbourne was supposed to be here which was insane. 

"You nervous?" she asked looking at me intently. I shook my head while playing with my bracelet. She gave me a look that said "I know you're lying." "Okay I am but in the sense that 'hey I'm going to see my first teenage love again' sense. Do you blame me?" I looked at the stage where the speaker was for the plug-ins for the bass Frank was supposed to be playing.

"Just breathe, okay? Everything's going to be fine. Six years is a little bit. He may not recognize you. Which in your overthinking head, that's a bad thing but since you're so nervous, it could be a good thing." I nodded at her words. She has a point. I am seriously overthinking this. 

Ozzy came on first, and I sang my heart out to a ton of his songs. I still listen to them on MTV when I have a break. I remember having a cassette of one of his band's albums when I was 18. When Ozzy was done, it was Motley Crue's turn.

Jess rubbed my back in comfort as I lulled myself to calm down. The crowd started to get a little louder as a blonde man in a studded harness walked onto the stage with a tall, lengthy guy behind him. I'm guessing they're part of the band. Then came a guy with black hair and a bandana and finally...Frank.Or Nikki. My heart skipped a beat seeing him in person for the first time in so many years. 

Jessica grabbed my hand gently and gave it a comforting squeeze. "I know this is a lot, but it is a concert. We haven't been to one in years. Enjoy it." she smiled. She's right; I should enjoy being out and not engulfing myself in loads of work all night. 

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The show was becoming fun, and the crowd was going insane as some girls threw bras and some guys threw bottles on stage. It was wild. Somewhat scary. But wild

We were about halfway through the concert, and I have to say I was having so much fun. The nerves I felt before were gone, and all that I felt now was excitement for the next song to play. Jess swayed us back and forth as a song she liked came on. I laughed at her antics before returning to look at the stage. 

We were in the crowd that was a little closer to the stage. The last song ended, and I heard the lead singer by the name of 'Vince,' I believe speak. "Alright San Jose! You guys are damn awesome! This next song's a little sappy if you ask me, but it was Sixx's idea" he yelled into the mic and turned to Frank as he just flipped him off in return.  "This song's called 'Starry Eyes. ' " At the end of his sentence, my body stiffened at the nickname. He said it was Frank's idea. Did he actually write it for me? Am I imagining things?

As the song went on I kept my eyes on Frank. The lyrics flowed through me as I listened desperately. Memories flooded my mind at the lyrics.

"With a smile and a wink

And a sparkle in her eyes

She calmly sighed, "I will be all right" "

I smiled softly at the sweet words. My eyes watering a little. I look back to Frank to see him looking out into the crowd with a little smirk. His eyes meet my way before meeting mine. His fingers stop playing his bass as our eyes meet across a crowded room. His face was painted with black lines which reminded me of when I begged him to let me do his makeup. 

His hair spiked but still hid most of his face. I bit off the skin of my lip out of anxiousness and picked at my nails. His face showed an emotion of confusion yet joy and shock. Is that a good thing? Oh shit he doesn't want to see me, does he?

Vince approached Frank and shook his shoulder asking why the sudden stop at bass playing. He shook his head and waved his hand. Dismissing his actions as he continued playing. He looked at me one last time before looking down at his hands. Jess caught our reaction because she couldn't hold her excitement.

"Shit Stelle he looked at you! Wait why are you crying? This could be a good thing." she said eagerly. I laughed a little, just kicking my feet on a bottle cap on the ground. I shrugged my shoulders trying to get rid of the previous encounter.  

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The show ended, and Jess and I gathered our trash to throw away. I don't know how I feel honestly. I feel weird seeing Frank after a while, and I feel weird calling him Frank when he goes by Nikki now. That'll take some getting used to. I guess it was a good thing nothing happened. I saw him, he saw me, the end.

 Jessica and I were leaving when a security guy came up to us. "Excuse me are you Estelle?' his face was stuck with a straight and serious job-looking face like he was on a mission.

We looked at each other with our eyebrows furrowed and nodded to the guy. "Mr.Sixx has requested for Estelle to come backstage," he said, gently placing a hand around my arm. I stuttered at the sudden news. "Umm, I came here with her. Can she come back as well?" I asked politely. He nodded back before taking her arm and leading us through curtains to what I'm guessing is backstage. 

The halls were musky and reeked of drugs, Jack, and cologne. Yep, the band was definitely here. He led us to the back rooms where the dressing rooms were, and I saw all the bandmates' names on the doors. I also saw a group of girls getting comfy on the leather couch. The security guy stopped in front of the band's door, knocking before hearing a 'come in' from the inside.

He opened the door to reveal four guys looking up to see who was at the door. "Mr. Sixx I brought Miss Estelle as you wanted," he said pushing the door open a little more to show the two of us to the whole band. Frank's face was clean of makeup, and I could see him stand straight up at the mention of my name. He's out of his stage clothes and in his ripped black jeans and a white baggy shirt with his old banged-up white nikes. All but one of the guys looked at him weirdly. 

The blonde spoke up. "You Nikki did you pin a girl before the show fuckin' started?" he laughed looking between us. His laughter dies down after he sees that his bandmate isn't laughing but is more of a serious face. The band's drummer touched his shoulder before murmuring 'We'll give you guys some time.' I'm guessing he knows about our past. Jessica patted my back, smiling at me before pushing me into the room and shutting the door. 

Third person pov

There were so many emotions flooding between the two. It's surreal for the two.  Six long years of separation and yet here we stand, face-to-face once again. It feels like just yesterday when we were young and reckless teenagers, madly in love and barely understanding the complexities of life. It's crazy how much they've changed in those years. Afraid of who will speak first, Nikki took the first leap.

"H-hey" he stuttered quietly as he shoved his hands in the pockets of his pants. His voice rang in Estelle's ears leaving her to bring a small smile to her lips. "Hey," she nodded back. In a way it wasn't awkward; the tension was just weird. "I wasn't expecting to see you. How have you been?" Nikki asked taking a few steps closer to the first girl he ever truly felt love for. Hearing her voice sent butterflies in his stomach as it was the voice that soothed him at night when he couldn't sleep. She still looked as beautiful as ever. Her hair was longer; she always wanted to grow it out. 

"I've been good. Busy with work. But you I mean you're a big rockstar now!" she exclaimed with a little laugh. Nikki nodded with a proud smile, hiding behind his hair a little. "Yeah, a little. It's been what...6 years...wow," he said. Estelle picked at her nails at his words. "So much has changed that's for sure." she looked around the room seeing passes, guitar picks, liquor bottles.....and a baggy of white powder. She shook her head trying not to think of him doing hard drugs.

"I know it's been a while but would you maybe wanna catch up? The guys and I are going to The Roxy for an after-party kind of thing." his question surprised the girl in front of him. Her face dropped in shock; she didn't expect to have such a sudden meet-up again so soon. "Jessica can come too of course. I mean that'd be a shitty thing to do to leave her, and that's not like you." he laughed looking down at the floor. 

Should I? Was this a good idea? Jessica may want to go home. But seeing how she was eyeing the lead singer, I don't think she'd mind going out with the band."Uh yeah, that sounds good." Estelle smiled with a quick laugh before meeting eyes again with the man in front of her. "Although I do have a question. I assume Nikki Sixx is in and Frank is gone?" she carefully asked a sensitive question. She didn't want to keep calling him Frank if it was a name that was dead to him.

Nikki's jaw clenched at the name a little. "Ah no I go by Nikki now, but it feels good to hear your voice call me Frank." he shyly commented as a tint of pink flushed his face. Estelle smiled at the presence of making him shy after so many years. "Well then, Mr.Sixx, I will accompany you to The Roxy."She bowed in a joking matter making the man's smile widen and laugh harder before they left the room to meet the band and Jessica.

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Nikki's pov

Estelle and I caught up at the Roxy over a few beers. I introduced her to the guys, and they loved meeting her. Tommy talked about finally meeting the girl whom our songs are about which was a detail that could've been left out, but Estelle's pink face made it worth it.

 We drove out to the beach where the fair was where we had our first date. I remember we used to come up here all the time to watch the stars and hear the waves crashing. We were sitting on the trunk of my car, just looking up at the lights above us."We used to be here ALL the time thanks to someone." I teased as I heard Estelle's offended scoff beside me. "Well excuse me for having a hobby. I like looking at the stars. It's relaxing and beautiful." she said smugly returning her gaze back to the stars. I rolled my eyes and laughed at her antics. "Yeah..beautiful." Gosh, she's gorgeous.

"Do you talk to um what's her name? Oh Dawn!" I asked Estelles breaking her gaze from the sky and shaking her head. "Nope ever since she got married we really haven't had the chance to talk. Jessica and I are the ones that really stuck together." she smiles at her own words.

"That's insane that she got married so soon," I mumbled. I kept thinking of the times we would talk about getting married and living a life away from here. "I kind of thought that'd be us" I whispered looking to my side towards the Stelle in so much admiration. She heard my words and a small smile pulled at her lips. "Me too" she muttered sadly. Her eyes were just as bright as they were when we first met. The stars looked like bright lights glistening in her eyes. 

Just looking at her now brings back so many memories. The laughter, the shared secrets, the stolen glances that spoke volumes, they all came rushing back as if time had never passed. It's astonishing how much has changed since then - the trials we've faced, the people we've become - but despite it all, there's an undeniable spark lingering between us. I feel it. And I damn sure know she feels it. The way I kept my hand on her thigh under the booth, she didn't even move it. It was a natural reflex for us. I scan her face, but her eyebrows are furrowed. She looks confused and hurt. 

"Nik, this may not be my place but..you're not doing too many drugs are you?" she asked timidly as if she was afraid I'd lash out at her. How did she know- the bags of blow in my dressing room! Fuck! I didn't mean for her to find out. I didn't want to speak so I just nodded feeling so small under her stare as I kept my gaze on the ground below us. I felt her soft hands pick up my face to look at her in the eyes. 

"Why? Why would you do that to yourself?" she asked. I heard her voice crack and I saw tears in those radiant eyes of her. The eyes that made me weak at the knees. "I-It's pathetic really." I breathed out. "when we broke up, I felt my world crashing down. I felt so much pain and agony when you weren't there. When I heard that blow ecstasy would fix my emotions. It's a shitty excuse I know but-" I felt my throat close up as tears streamed down both of our faces. 

"No Nikki it's not! I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you." she apologized as if it was all her fault we split. I shook my head grabbing her hands from my face and intertwining our fingers together. "You couldn't have been. I should have called you or something but we were both too stubborn for that." we both laughed quietly. "I missed my Starry Eyes," I said. She smiled at the nickname she used to love. "I missed you." she smiled.

I couldn't help myself. The air became dense with anticipation as I leaned in, unable to resist the tension. Time seemed to slow down, every heartbeat echoing through my veins as our lips finally met. It was an electric jolt passing between us, igniting a fire that consumed all reason and logic. In that instant, the world around us dissolved into nothingness as we delved into a realm solely tranced by our desire and passion.

 Our bodies pressed together, her hands in my hair like old times. The warmth and softness of her lips enveloped mine in ecstasy. It was a passionate kiss that ignited my senses and allowed me to lose myself in her intoxicating essence. Her taste is just as I remember. Her perfume is as sweet as it was the day we met. I can't get enough of her.

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The drive to her place was painful. Every second felt like an eternity.  The anticipation was devouring me from within, igniting a fire that only she could extinguish. The desire to feel her in my arms consumed my thoughts entirely. Every turn of the wheel reminded me that each passing moment brought me closer to her embrace. It reminded me of when we used to sneak around as teenagers.

We crashed through her room our lips never leaving each other's embrace. I lay her down on the bed, hovering over her as she hooked her arms around my neck. My hands roamed her body to memorize each curve and turn it mad. Breaking the kiss, I placed kisses along her neck biting softly. The sounds leaving her lips did wonders through my body. I felt her tug at my shirt desperately. I pull away from her neck and rip off my shirt and hers. Fucks she's ravishing. Her white-laced bra shot memories of similar situations we'd have when we were younger. My finger trailed the hem of the lace above her cleavage.

She stopped and stared at my chest. She always loved the birthmarks I had scattered. Her fingertips traced along the dots with a faint smile. Her eyes then made contact with the ink on my left peck. In black ink, it read 'Starry Eyes'. Her hands cupped her mouth in shock as she looked at me and sat up. I shied away from her eyes. She brought my face close to hers before kissing me delicately. "I love you" she whispered against my lips.

 My heart stopped at those words I hadn't heard in six agonizing years. "Say it again," I said as she giggled. "I love you, Nikki Sixx," she said more profoundly, Her tantalizing pools she calls eyes staring deep into mine. I felt my cheeks hurt ats how big my smile was. I smashed my lips against hers. Taking off the remaining of our clothing before slowly slipping into her. "I love you more. So much more Estelle. My starry eyes." Her moans drove me wild as we grinded against each other.

Every touch carried an unspoken promise of endless longing fulfilled at last - an embrace so profound it left an indelible mark on my very soul. My hands quivered, yearning for the touch they craved so desperately, a connection that went beyond physicality—an intimacy forged in passion and affection. The intensity of these emotions clawed at my chest, throbbing with a blend of passion and intensity. I hungered for her touch—her lips upon mine felt a second nature that neither of us could release from. 

Her whimpers of my name caused me to get closer to my finish as she scratched my back weakly. My hand tangled with hers beside her head our eyesjoined as we released with hazy smiles on both of our faces. I kissed her swollen, soft lips tenderly as she giggled against them causing me to laugh as well. I laid beside her and pulled her on top of my chest. Her naked chest against mine felt innocent. Her arm wrapped around my waist as my arms curved her back protectively.

I gazed around her room. I see a blackboard with pictures of her family and friends, but mostly of us teenagers. Our first real picture together. I see pictures of us kissing and cuddling on her friend's couch when we thought no one was watching. Those were simple times that I missed. My eyes met with a black t-shirt on the floor. My old Black Sabbath tee.

"You still have that?" I nodded to the wadded-up t-shirt. I see Stelle look and then bury her head into my chest out of bashfulness. She met my eyes once again. "I sleep in it all the time," she mumbled looking from my eyes to my swollen lips. " My Starry Eyes," I said kissing her lips again.

Our two souls reconnecting was a reunion we both needed. She saved me more and more every day.

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This was so much fun to write. At this point, it's a story on its own. Should I?👀🫣

I loved writing this! Thank you to EstelleSixxfor the request. It's one of my favorites I've ever written. 💕💕

-rockonbabe