You're So Pretty On the Outside

I was ecstatic when Angel showed up but I had to admit Lee’s reaction to her abrupt entrance had been priceless.

I was nervous about the show. I probably wouldn’t even have been here if it weren’t for Lee. I’ve never been the metal kind of girl. I’ve always gone to concerts like All Time Low and Mayday Parade. Waaiit, All Time Low can get pretty insane actually... okay, scratch All Time Low from that er... example.

But the last heavier concert I went to was A Day to Remember and that was because Dalia threatened to steal my board. Let me just say, nothing and I mean nothing will ever separate me from my beloved skateboard!

Anyway, now we were standing side stage watching Beheading of a King’s set. To be honest, I was a little bit scared. I wasn’t used to screaming, I wasn’t used to performers head banging through an entire set and I wasn’t used to the whole atmosphere in this place. I felt out of place with what I had chosen to wear, with the style I usually enjoyed and just my general personality and look compared to this crowd.

The people here had a shit load of piercings and tattoos whereas I only had one tattoo and a lip piercing. From what I saw here, the majority had tattoos covering their arms, several piercings, multicoloured or black or brown hair that was either spiked up or just let down, reaching the peoples backs. That was for both guys and girls.

The look for the girls here was... somewhat slutty. I didn`t want to judge but it made me feel weird and kind of jealous. I already knew my chances with Lee were high but it pissed me off to see those girls talking to him and flirting. A lot of them had low cut camisoles or t-shirts with short shorts or jean skirts or extremely tight skinny jeans. The second I saw them I felt myself get awkward because I showed up in a black t-shirt with Marianas Trench written across the chest and a pair of loose skinny jeans, converse and a simple silver studded belt. Yeah, I didn't get the greatest reception from the girls when they saw me with Lee, either.

Beheading of a King got off the stage and while the stage was being set up for Bring Me the Horizon, I felt myself really begin to shake. I was nervous as hell to be at this show. Lee seemed to sense my tensed nerves. He turned to me and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me against his front.

“Hey, are you okay?” he asked worriedly. I breathed out shakily.

“N-not r-really,” I stuttered. He frowned.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“I’m fucking nervous, that’s what,” I replied, staring up at him.

“Why?” he questioned, tilting his head to the side.

“These past few shows have been my first ever metal concerts. I am not used to the
head banging, the atmosphere, the screaming, the crowd,” I replied. Actually, it was more babbling than anything else.

“Baby, you’re side stage so don’t worry about the crowd,” he laughed. “And a metal concert is really not very different other than the music.”

“And crowd,” I added. “The crowd at New Cities or Marianas Trench is not that... scary.”

Lee laughed at my choice of words. Kean seemed to have heard because he chuckled and wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pushing his bass out of the way.

“You’ll get used to it,” he smiled. I groaned.

“Yeah,” I replied as I shrugged his arms off my shoulder.

“Bring Me the Horizon, you guys are on!” someone called.

Lee turned to me and kissed me softly on the lips, Curtis and Oli doing similar to Sarah and Angel, before running on stage. The second they were on they went insane. They lost themselves in the music, doing whatever they felt like doing, saying whatever they felt like saying.

My eyes were again fixed to Lee. I couldn't believe it was really him running across the stage, head banging, making it all look so unbelievably easy. All five of them seemed to move naturally. It almost seemed like they didn't even need to think about their next move, their bodies just performed them.

My eyes travelled away from Lee to Nicholls who was definitely killing the drum set with the strength of each hit. In between songs he would look at Kean, sometimes during the songs as well.

I looked at Curtis to find Oli standing next to him screaming like maniac. His voice was kind of scary but at the same time I liked it. His presence was great. He jumped into the crowd a few times, giving the security guards a job to do. The crowd was wild which only added onto their list.

By the end of Bring Me the Horizon's set I could barely hear a thing. I stood back as the boys came off the stage. They all took off their instruments and went off somewhere. Lee grabbed my hand, a wide grin plastered on his face as he pulled me to their dressing room. He shut the door behind us, locking it and turning to me with a mischievous smile as he stepped forward, forcing me back against the wall. He kissed me gently, resting his hands on my hips.

"So," he smiled after pulling away from the kiss.

"Hmm?" I asked.

"Are you still oh so terrified of my music or is that beginning to clear up?" he asked,
chuckling.

I thought about my answer, not really knowing what to say. I sighed and leaned forward, kissing him. I smiled.

"It scares the hell out of me but I'm starting to get used to it," I replied. "It's going to be a while before I'm like the chicks in these crowds though.”

"That's fine," he laughed. "As long as we're not scarring you every time we get on."

"Mhmm," I nodded.

*Lee*

We fell silent, looking at each other; waiting for the other to speak. My eyes went from her eyes to her lips, wanting to taste them again. When she said nothing, I leaned in and connected our lips, slipping my tongue passed her lips. Her arms snaked around my neck while my fingers gripped her hips tighter, pulling her closer to me. I moaned as she sucked on my bottom lip, nibbling it gently.

We pulled away to breathe but barely even a second later her lips were back on mine. My hands travelled up the back of her shirt, pulling it up as I caressed her soft skin. She did the same, pulling away from the kiss to breathe.

I leaned down and kissed her pulse point a few times. My fingers closed around her wrists and I pulled her toward the couch, pushing her down. I straddled her and pushed her shirt up. She sat up, getting the message and pulled her shirt off, mine joining hers.

The second she was on her back again, my lips attacked her skin. She gasped softly as I trailed my lips along her chest, bringing my lips back to hers as my hands travelled down, reaching behind her to unclasp her bra.

She arched her back up to help me and let me pull it off her. My hands closed around her breasts, gently massaging them as I trailed my lips down over them.

Her hands travelled down to my jeans as I worked at her breasts. She undid my belt and undid the button on my jeans, pulling the zipper down. My breath hitched as she slipped her hand in my boxers, gently brushing the tip of my member. I thrust my hips up into her hand, wanting her to touch me again.

To my dismay, she pulled her hand away and sat up, looking at me firmly. "Lie down."

"What?" I frowned.

She smiled and moved so she was straddling me. She dipped down, kissing my Adams apple, licking just below it. I gasped, moaning softly as she brought her lips up to my ear. "I said lie down."

I did as I was told, lying back on the couch. She trailed kisses along my chest, her hands moving south toward my erection. Her lips closed around one of my nipples as she rubbed me through my jeans. I arched up, moaning loudly when her tongue circled my nipple teasingly slow followed by a gentle bite. She did the same to the other then trailed down
farther.

She stayed at my naval a while before finally moving her attention to my pants. She pushed them down a little bit, letting me know what she wanted. I lifted my hips, helping her get them off me. She moved to get my boxers off but I stopped her.

"You too," I breathed, my fingers going to undo her belt.

She let me undo them and helped me push them off. She looked up at me questioningly as she fingered the waistline of my boxers. Groaning I lifted my hips.

"God, just fucking touch me," I begged.

I was throbbing, burning to feel her touch me. She smirked and nodded, pulling my boxers
off me. She dipped down and kissed my tip softly, licking it a few times before sucking on it gently and swirling her tongue around the head. I groaned, thrusting up.

She lowered her head, taking in as much of me as she could. She bobbed her head up and
down a few times, licking and sucking. I nearly screamed when she deep throated me. Her hands played with my balls gently. I was getting so fucking close!

Taking me by surprise, one of her fingers dipped farther back, stroking the skin behind my balls a couple of times. The second time she touched it brought me over the edge. Moaning
loudly, I came, my back arching up, my toes curling.

She swallowed and pulled my dick out of her mouth, coming back up to kiss me. She pulled away and brought her lips to my ear, nibbling it gently. "I want you... in me... now," she said between breaths.

"Fuck yes," I agreed, already turned on.

I got up and walked to my bag, pulling out a condom. I returned to the couch where Jennifer was now lying down, waiting for me. I slipped off her panties, brushing her clit in the process.

I threw the garment somewhere and brought my hand down to her privates, pushing a finger inside her. She gasped, making a face at the new feeling. I leaned in and kissed her forehead. She opened her eyes and looked at me.

"This isn't your first time is it?" I asked. She shook her head.

"I just haven't done it in a while," she answered.

Nodding, I add another finger and start stretching her. She got used to it quickly, thrusting her hips in time with my hand. I pulled my hand away earning a whimper from her but quickly kissed her. Ripping the condom package, I put it on, aligning myself with her. I looked her in the eyes.

"You ready?" I asked. She nodded, her arms wrapping around my neck.

I pushed into her slowly. She hissed in pain but I didn't stop. I kept pushing until I was in all the way, my body shaking from the pleasure of feeling her wrap around me so tightly.

She tapped my shoulder and pushed her hips against mine, motioning for me to go. I picked up a steady pace, her hips rising up to meet mine with every thrust I gave. We were both moaning messes as we worked together to reach our climaxes. Her hands reached behind me, digging into my shoulder blades as she neared her peak. She bit down on my shoulder gently, her nails digging into my skin as she came screaming my name.

The sound of her scream and the feel of her nails running down my spine were all I needed. I rode out my orgasm, collapsing on top of her as we both fought to catch our breaths. When I was finally able to move, I pushed myself up on my elbows, looking down at her with a soft smile.

"I love you," I breathed, my lips millimetres away from hers. She smiled back.

"I love you too," she replied before closing the distance between us, clutching onto me.

"You think Asking Alexandria will appreciate that we missed their set?" she asked laughing
when we broke apart.

I smirked. "I’d miss anything for this."