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I'm Gonna Crawl	By : TheFairyWithBoots Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Led Zeppelin Views: 52 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction written out of respect and admiration. I obviously make no claim the characters in this story, and anything that I write is simply written for my own entertainment, and hopefully for others as well.

Chapter List
- 1-I'm Gonna Crawl
- 1
Evanna had spent enough of her time crying. She had made her mind up to go back home once Led Zeppelin's North American leg of the tour was over. She had intentionally distanced herself from Robert, locking herself in her room after every show, refusing to attend the after-parties.
She had felt so stupid. So weak. Every time she had attempted to set boundaries between them, she fell right back into his bed, allowing him into her even deeper than before. What did she expect, getting involved with a rock star? Sure, Robert was a lot more quiet and reserved than other singers in the rock scene, but he was still a rock star. An unbelievably gorgeous man who had women throwing themselves at his feet. He couldn't be hers, regardless of their reckless declarations of love in the heat of the moment.
Evanna was in the middle of packing her suitcase when there was a knock on her door. Thinking that it must be Peter to give her her pay, she went to the door to glance out the peephole. Instead, Robert's fluffy blond head was magnified before her. She sighed.
After putting the chain on, she cracked open the door.
"Hey..."
Robert seemed surprised that she was putting so much distance between them.
"Hey. Can we talk?" he asked while keeping his eyes to the ground, as if afraid that she might say no.
"About what?"
"About last week... I wanted to apologize."
Evanna leaned against the door, closing her eyes as she shook her head. "You don't have to apologize, Robert. We were both very emotional... and high."
But she knew that it wasn't the marijuana they had smoked that caused her to ache for his embrace. She had felt this way for months. It was naive of her to feel this way. Robert had made it clear from the beginning that he did not want anything more than nights of mindless fucking. But his idea of mindlessness was to hold her close and give her intoxicating kisses. To press his forehead against hers as he thrust slowly into her. To embrace her afterwards, and listen to her lament about how she never felt this satisfied with her ex.
And it wasn't even just the sex that made her attached to him. Robert was just easy to be around. She liked talking to him and opening up to him. She liked listening to him talk. Gods, she loved the sound of his voice.
It was impossible to share this much with him and not get attached.
Robert leaned against the doorway, his hand resting on the frame as if he longed to reach in and touch her. "Yes, darling, I do. I had been reckless and stupid... can I just come in and talk to you in private? I promise we won't..." He stopped himself. Any promise made that they would keep their hands to themselves would be in vain. There was no guarantee of that. They both knew it.
Evanna was about to say "no" and close the door on him, but Robert's eyes were wide and pleading. Her heart ached at the thought of him feeling rejected. She closed the door, only to take the chain off, and open it for him to enter.
Once he slid in quietly, he leaned against the wall. He glanced at the bed, almost as if out of habit, and noticed her packed suitcase. A frown came across his face.
"Are you going somewhere?"
She closed and locked the door, sliding the chain back in place. "Yes. Tomorrow is the last night of the North American leg of the tour. I'll be flying back to New York."
Robert's blond head whipped around to face her, his blue eyes seeming to be in a state of panic. "What!? But... I thought you were coming to Europe with us..."
Evanna shook her head. "I'll have to turn these photos in for the magazine to publish." She gestured towards the envelope of photographs that she had spent all afternoon in a dark room getting developed.
"But Peter had hired you for the full tour!" He was trying yet failing to sound calm.
"I already talked to him about it. He understood and agreed to pay me for the work that I've already done." She turned to face him and immediately averted her eyes when she saw that he was close to tears. Her heart ached in her chest.
"You're leaving because of me, aren't you?" His voice was quiet and quivering.
She kept her eyes on the ground. She couldn't deny it. If she had not gotten involved with him and inevitably fell in love with him, she could have continued to travel with the band and photographed the rest of the tour. If he had not muttered those three words after fucking her last week, maybe she could look at him and hear his voice without feeling her heart being torn apart. There was no way to avoid him. No way to not feel the music make its way into her soul and plant itself in her heart. And it killed her because she knew that he could never be hers; that he didn't want to be.
"I can't keep doing this, Robert..."
Robert reached for her hands to take into his. "Evanna..." That had been the first time since he had said her full name all week. "Please... don't go..."
She pulled her hands away and turned to look out the window at the sun setting over the city.
"I'm sorry. I know what I said was really stupid and reckless. It was just—"
Evanna cut him off, knowing that this would most likely be her last night with him, so what did she have to lose? "I'm in love with you, Robert."
He went silent, stunned by her bluntness.
She waited for his response. Waited for him to admit that he meant what he had muttered into her neck last week after all.
When he remained silent, she turned back to her suitcase. Robert's hand closed over her wrist before she could clasp it shut. She looked up at him as he was trying to pull her to his chest.
"Robert, stop..."
"Please... please don't leave me..."
She shook her head, placing her hands on his chest and trying to push him away. "No! I'm not going to be something for you to stick your dick into in between groupies!"
Robert shook his head, his brow furrowed in frustration. "I don't want anyone else! I don't want any groupies! Haven't you noticed that you're the only woman that I have been with for the past four months!?"
She tried to remember the last time she had seen him acknowledge a groupie's advances. He had blown everyone off when she was around, seeming to forget about the existence of any other woman.
"That can change..." she said, sounding unsure now.
He kept hold of her hands, trying to pull her into his arms but she kept pulling away. "No. You're the only one who actually cared about me outside of my fame and my body. Everyone else just wanted to shag and then leave..."
Evanna spun around to face him. "That's what you've been saying that you wanted all this time!"
Robert used this as an opportunity to cup her face in his hands. Evanna wanted to melt like putty right there but came to her senses and pushed his hands away.
"It's not enough! I need you!" His hands moved to her waist, and she was about to push him away again before he dropped to his knees and buried his face into her stomach.
"Robert- what the hell are you doing?" It wasn't like him to put himself underneath her. Not outside of bed anyway.
"Stay. Please. I need you more than you think."
She attempted to push his head away but he clung to her like a child clinging to his mother's skirts. This would be arousing if he weren't being so stubborn.
"Robert, look at me." He raised his head to meet her eyes. Evanna took a deep breath before explaining; "I'm not staying because I know you don't want to commit to me."
"I will," he said while taking her hands into his and looking up at her. "I'll only be yours. I promise. If not forever, then at least for the rest of the tour. I can't bear the idea of you leaving. Evanna, I love you."
Evanna felt her heart clench in her chest. He had told her that he loved her. And it wasn't in the aftermath of sex when their emotions were on high.
Robert continued hugging her around her waist, burying his face into her abdomen. She was so shocked, she couldn't push him away. He loves me. Did he really mean that? Or is it just a way to get me to stay? Geoffrey would say things like that to try and control her, and then leave immediately after getting what he wanted.
Robert wasn't Geoffrey though. She knew better than to make that comparison.
Robert pushed up her shirt to expose a small part of her stomach and planted soft kisses on the exposed skin. Evanna shivered slightly and could feel the heat pooling between her thighs. Robert seemed to be able to sense this because he began kissing lower.
She let out a gasp. "Oh shit— Robert, no. Not tonight." She pushed his head away and quickly made her way to the bathroom before she could end up with her legs wrapped around his neck.
She was in the process of collecting all of the hotel shampoo bottles to pack away like she always did when she saw him crawling across the floor toward the bathroom.
Evanna stared down at him when he stopped at her feet to kneel there like a lost puppy.
"You look pathetic," she told him.
He rolled onto his back to stare up her skirt. She quickly pulled her skirt down as far as it would go - she felt stupid for wearing something so short today - before backing away and sitting down on the toilet.
Robert rolled back onto all fours and crawled towards her, the desperation in his eyes apparent. "You make me this way. You've made me this way for months, ever since you joined the tour, committed to that fucking wanker who didn't deserve to breathe the same air as you—" She gasped when he nudged his head against her legs, before rubbing against her, his hair tickling her skin. "—and now that I've gotten a taste of you, I can't stay away. I can't keep away from you."
He nudged her knees with his head until her muscles defied what her brain was telling them to do and spread for him. He took this opportunity to pull her into his lap on the bathroom floor, adjusting her legs to straddle him. She became highly aware that she was sitting on his cock and the feeling of him hardening through his jeans only increased the heat that was pooling in her center.
Robert closed his eyes before slowly bringing his lips to softly caress hers. She didn't object or try to push him away this time. She returned the kiss, deepening it from a gentle caress to something more hungry and desperate.
She moaned when their tongues met, and found herself unconsciously grinding her hips down, not realizing what she was doing until she felt the delicious friction of their clothed centers rubbing against one another.
"Oh my god..." she moaned while clutching onto his hair.
"See what you do to me, baby?"
She huffed indignantly but was unable to stop her hips from rolling against his.
He kissed her again, deeper and more lovingly than he ever had before, gently placing his hands on her hips as if he were holding something sacred and precious. Her hands wound through his golden mane as she opened her mouth for him, allowing his tongue to enter.
His kisses were intoxicating to her. Evanna felt her head spinning the longer they remained lost in the kiss. When they eventually had to pull away for air, he pressed nibbling kisses to her neck and down her chest.
Evanna managed to wrench away from his grasp long enough to stumble out of the bathroom towards her suitcase where her pills were packed away in the front pocket. Robert crawled out of the bathroom towards her, working his hands up her legs to the insides of her thighs. She yelped when she felt his skilled fingers circle her clothed clit.
"F-fucking hell-!" she moaned, falling backward, letting him catch her and lowering her onto his lap again. She quickly popped the pill into her mouth before he reached his hands up her skirt to slide her knickers off, the air feeling cool against her soaked and hot core. Evanna wrapped her arms around his neck as he lifted her off the floor and laid her down on the bed.
His hands shot out to hold hers in place as she reached to remove the rest of her clothes. She sighed heavily as he slowly and torturously began undressing her. He started with her shirt, leaving trails of kisses as he pulled the fabric away from her skin.
When he had discarded her shirt and skirt, he seemed annoyed by the lacy-padded bra that was covering her breasts. He tsked before leaning down to tug on the straps with his teeth.
The feeling of his mouth and breath on her skin was almost too much for her to bear. She tried wriggling out of her bra quicker to feel his mouth and tongue on her breasts but he kept her firmly pinned to the mattress.
He loomed over her, his hair creating a golden curtain around them. "Look at me."
There wasn't much else she could do; he was pressing his forehead against hers, practically forcing her to look him in the eyes.
"I meant what I said. I love you." He took her hand and placed it under his shirt and over his heart. It was beating hard against her palm. "You feel that?" When she nodded, he leaned in to kiss her again. "It belongs to you."
She felt tears burning in her eyes. Robert pulled back to look at her. "Am I hurting you?"
Evanna shook her head and pulled Robert back down to her, holding him as tightly as she could as if afraid that he would drift away again if she let him go. Their mouths meld together once more before he reached underneath her to unclasp her bra and toss it on the floor along with the rest of her clothes.
"I love you," she breathed against his lips. "I've always loved you. And I'll always be yours—ah!" She cried out when he ground his hips against hers. He was still fully clothed and the feeling of the rough fabric of his jeans rubbing against her naked core caused her to tremble underneath him. "I'll always be yours... even... when we're... apart... oh god, just fuck me already!" She reached for the clasp on his belt, undoing it and then undoing the buttons on his trousers.
Robert didn't bother holding her in place this time. He instead planted kisses down her neck and towards her breasts, taking her nipples into his mouth as she frantically undressed him.
He helped her lift his shirt over his head, which she immediately began kissing down his neck and to his chest as he shimmied out of his tight trousers, his hard cock springing free. He let out a groan, leaning back against the headboard and pulling her on top of him.
As he adjusted her legs over to straddle him, he pulled her closer, resting his forehead against hers as she felt the full length of his hard cock against her.
"Evanna, please..." he moaned as she rocked her hips against his.
She slid her damp folds over his length, lust clouding her brain as pleasure shot through her. The sound of him moaning her name, and enunciating every syllable never got old. "Please what?"
He wound his hands through her thick red hair and held her head to his. "Promise me you'll stay with me. Please. I can't... bear the thought of losing you..." He groaned again as she sat down on his cock, the feeling of him pulsing against her making her want to take him completely inside her. He kissed her again, his mouth hot against hers as their tongues met. "Promise me. If not forever, then at least be mine for the rest of the tour." The idea of letting her go at all killed him on the inside, but if it meant getting to hold onto her for longer, then he was willing to risk the heartache.
Evanna ran her hands over his shoulders and wound through his hair to kiss him again. "I promise..."
He kissed her back passionately before gripping her hips to adjust himself at her entrance. She was so wet, he slid easily into her, the feeling of being filled so completely overwhelming her. She gasped as their bodies melded together, becoming one. He grunted as he buried his face into her neck, adjusting to the feeling of her tightness engulfing him.
Despite her being on top of him, he still controlled the rhythm in which they moved. He thrust upwards into her, causing her to let out a sharp moan. His thrusts started slow and deep, and she quickly matched his pace as she moved over top of him, the sensation of him filling her causing every nerve in her body to ignite.
Their movements were agonizingly slow. He continued his slow thrusts, going deeper with each stroke. She squeezed her eyes shut when she felt the tip of his cock brush against her cervix.
He took her face into his hands and held her firmly. "Look at me." When she opened her eyes, he took her hands and placed them over his chest. "Don't close your eyes. I want to see them when you come."
She gasped as she kept moving over top of his cock, running her hands over the light bit of hair on his chest. He took one of her hands and placed it over where his heart was. He leaned back and slid his hands down to her hips, guiding her rhythm as she moved in time with each of his upward thrusts.
Evanna wasn't used to being on top, but the rhythm was so slow and sensual, that she found herself moving easily in time with him. Robert was whispering words of encouragement to her as he slid a hand from her hip down to massage her swollen clit.
Her back arched sharply at the sharp sting of pleasure that ricocheted through her.
"You like that?" he grunted.
Another sharp moan escaped her throat. "Yes!"
He guided her other hand to her clit.
"Fuck, Robert— what are you doing..."
"Touch yourself while riding me."
She felt her entire body flush. "What...?"
"Do it."
She let him guide her hand to the desired motions over her clit. When she finally had the hang of it, he moved both hands to grip her arse, pumping himself into her as deep as he could.
Evanna kept massaging her clit in time with each of his thrusts, her moans getting louder with each stroke. As the pace of his thrusts became quicker, so did the pace of her masturbation.
The grip on her hips loosened and he let her bounce her hips more freely. Evanna gasped and started bouncing faster on top of him, now completely controlling the rhythm. Robert pushed her hand away and placed his thumb firmly over her clit and started massaging it in time with her movements. The sharp sensation of pleasure was so intense for her, that it didn't take long for her to reach her peak. Her back arched as she threw her head back, her fiery hair cascading down her back. He groaned as she clenched around him, her body convulsing as he kept plunging into her.
After coming hard around his dick, Evanna panted as she leaned down and press her chest against his, the tackiness of their sweaty bodies causing them to stick together. He buried his face into her hair, inhaling deeply before rolling her over onto her back and pulling out of her.
Evanna lay there for a moment, basking in the afterglow of her orgasm before she felt something firm press against her swollen clitoris. When she opened her eyes, she saw Robert kneeling between her legs, massaging the tip of his still-erect cock against her soaked and swollen bud.
He was far from finished with her.
"Robert—what are you—"
He shushed her before slowly sliding into her again, pulling out, massaging his tip against her nub, and sliding back in, deeper than before.
"Oh fuck! Please, Robert!"
He kept a firm grip on her legs as he loomed over her, his chain necklaces dangling in front of her face.
"Look at me."
She stared up into his beautiful face. He leaned down over her, his long blond hair creating a curtain around her face so that she could look nowhere but into his eyes.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered. He pressed his forehead to hers. "The way your mouth opens each time I go in." He thrust into her sharply, causing her to cry out and cling to him, digging her nails into his back. "The way your eyes plead with me when I know you want more." Another sharp thrust. "And the way your back arches when I hit that right spot inside you." He angled his hips to go in as deep as possible. Evanna screamed in ecstasy, her back arching just like he predicted it would.
While keeping up his deep, deliberate thrusts, Robert took this opportunity to cup her breasts and put them in his mouth. Evanna wound her hands through his hair and clenched her legs tight around his waist as the thrusts sped up into a terrifying pace, the sound of their skin slapping against each other and the bed creaking so loud, it was undoubtedly heard by everyone on the floor.
"Robert, I—fuck!" Her body convulsed as she came a second time, her back arching sharply off the bed. Robert kissed up her chest, sucking and kissing each of her nipples, as he tugged them into taut points.
He kissed and nibbled up her neck, leaving crescent-shaped bite marks on her skin, something she knew she'd have to cover up later.
Or not. Maybe she would want everyone to know she belonged to him.
He sped up the pace of his thrusts, and she could tell by the tightening of his balls and his quickening breath that he was getting close.
She watched him closely as he sped towards his climax. He was so beautiful at that moment. He was always beautiful but seeing him so vulnerable in his ecstasy made him look ethereal. His lids were heavy and his eyes glazed over with lust. She loved the way his face scrunched up right before he released everything he had inside of her. The way he would whimper as he buried his face in her neck as he pumped his hips to milk himself into her.
She let his release seep deep into her as he collapsed on top of her in exhaustion. She wrapped her arms around him, panting heavily as they both lay there in an exhausted, sweaty heap of limbs on the bed.
"Holy shit," she breathed as she stared up at the ceiling.
He groaned into her neck. "Going a week without this made me insane..." He lifted himself off of her, slowly pulling himself out of her. "I hope that changed your feelings about leaving..."
Evanna waited until he was lying on his back before rolling onto her side and resting her head on his chest, right over his heart as she listened to his heartbeat steadily calm back down. She ran her fingers idly over the hair on his chest and stomach. She felt his arms wrap around her as he held her in the afterglow of their lovemaking.
"I'll stay," she whispered, never wanting to leave his arms, never wanting to leave the place on his chest. Never wanting to leave his heart. "I'll stay as long as you want me to."
Robert pulled the hotel comforter over them both and wrapped his arms tighter around her before kissing her on the forehead, the gentleness making her feel wanted and loved. His warmth and steady beating of his heart lulled her into a sated and peaceful doze. "Darling," he whispered. "If I had my way, that would be forever."
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