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Just Pretend	By : TheFairyWithBoots Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Led Zeppelin Views: 93 -:- 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.

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1968
It was early evening as the sun began to set, casting a warm golden glow through the windows of the small record shop where I worked. It had been a quiet day, it being Wednesday, with only a handful of customers dropping in to browse the stacks of records and chat about music.
The familiar sound of the bell above the door drew my attention from organising the records as it gently chimed, announcing the arrival of two familiar faces. I walked to the front of the shop and saw Robert Plant and John Bonham - affectionately known as Bonzo to all who knew him - enter the shop with easy smiles on their faces, clearly in the midst of talking about something that had happened at the band rehearsal that day.
The three of us had been friends for several years. Robert in particular was a regular customer of the shop and I always looked forward to him coming in. We talked endlessly about the music we loved and lent each other records to listen to.
I smiled as I greeted them, happy to see them after a long and slow day at work, eager to catch up. Bonzo was already flicking through the new releases at the front of the shop, concentrating on what he wanted to listen to next. When I looked at Robert and saw the sunlight making his golden locks look brighter than usual, I looked away.
He was my friend, and I felt guilty for finding him attractive. But over the past few months, I couldn't help but notice how much he had grown since we were teenagers. I had the urge to brush his hair from his face to feel how soft it was and to see how blue his eyes were.
And I would get extremely jealous when I saw how the girls would flock to him when he and Bonzo would perform a gig. This was expected; he was heartachingly beautiful, and he was only approaching his 20th birthday. But what I detested was when he would acknowledge these women and often vanish for several hours. It didn't take much imagination to know what he was doing with them.
I knew I had no right to feel this way. I had been in a relationship until recently and had no claim on Robert. Nevertheless, his presence continued to make me increasingly flustered.
As he leaned against the counter, he asked if we had any new blues records. He was looking for something new to listen to. It wasn't long before I was showing him the piles of records. We were in the middle of a conversation when I heard the bell over the door ring again.
I left him alone to browse the stacks while I went to the till to take care of the new customer. My heart sank when I saw Adam, my ex, casually looking at the records in the front. He had never been here before. He had always found my love of music rather annoying and couldn't understand why I would want to work in a shop full of dusty records. Which could only mean that he was here to see me, not the records.
"What are you doing here?" I asked him, feeling the need to keep some distance between us.
Adam's green eyes met mine as he took in the sight of me. "Why didn't you call?"
My brow furrowed as I shook my head. "I have nothing to say to you, Adam. We're over."
Adam moved closer to me. I backed away from him, bumping into a shelf behind me. "We can't... you can't throw away what we had because of one stupid mistake."
My eyes flashed with anger. "You fucked my best friend," I said through gritted teeth.
Adam looked away in shame. "I'm sorry. I've told you how sorry I am."
I turned away from him to go back to the till. Adam reached out and grabbed my hand. I tried to pull it away, but he was much stronger than me. "Let go of me!" I said, trying but failing not to sound panicked.
Adam tried to pull me against him, to hold me. "Y/N, you can't do this, I still love you..."
"I'm pretty sure she told you to let her go," John's voice cut through Adam's pleading. He was standing at the edge of the aisle, glaring at Adam.
John was intimidating enough, but Adam had always been genuinely afraid of him. It took a lot to set him off, but he was known to do serious damage when he got into a fight. Adam let go of me immediately, refusing to meet Bonzo's gaze.
"Fine, fine. I can take a hint." He turned and walked out of the record shop, afraid to look back at me for fear of Bonzo breaking every one of his ribs.
Bonzo turned to look at me. "Are you all right?"
I took a deep breath and nodded. "Thanks..."
Robert came out of the back room, his arms full of records. He had missed the whole debacle with Adam. As he and Bonzo paid for their records, I did my best to calm down. With no one else in the shop, I thought it best to close up early in case Adam came back in after they left.
After all, I had to get ready for my friend Celia's birthday party tonight.
After paying for his purchases, Bonzo announced that he had to go home to Pat to check on the baby. This left me alone in the shop with Robert. I started to get ready to close up after he left.
"Do you need a lift home?" he asked me as we left the shop and I locked up.
I usually walked home, but Robert was a vintage car fanatic and loved to show them off to everyone.
"Um..." Before I could answer, Robert looked over my shoulder at someone behind me. I turned to follow his gaze and saw Adam watching me from around the corner. "Oh, shit."
"Isn't that your boyfriend?"
I shook my head. "Ex-boyfriend. We broke up last month after I caught him screwing Leila, my now former best friend. He came by while you were in the back of the shop, and... he wasn't happy about me ending things."
Robert's eyes narrowed as I explained. "Come on, I'll drive you home. I don't like the way he's lurking around watching you."
I didn't argue with him. I didn't want Adam to follow me home. I let him lead me to his pick-up truck and he opened the door for me as I slid into the passenger seat.
As he got in, I saw him glare at Adam from behind the wheel.
"You know, I never liked that bloke."
"Really?"
"Yeah. He seemed so... possessive of you. Like he saw you more as a trophy than an actual person."
I rolled my eyes at the idea of someone seeing me as a trophy.
Robert's gaze hardened when he saw that Adam was still watching me. "Hey, Y/N, can I ask you to do something?"
"Hm?"
"Lean a little closer to me."
I blushed at the thought but did as he asked. I didn't know what to expect, but what he did next made me yelp in shock. He pulled me closer until his lips were on my neck.
"Robert!" I gasped. "What are you doing!?"
He shushed me before trailing kisses up my neck and to my ear. His lips were even softer than I had imagined, and the sensation of him leaving soft caresses along the sensitive nerves of my neck made me dizzy.
"Showing this tosser that you don't belong to him any more," he murmured into my ear. His voice sounded like it was made of clouds.
I saw that Adam was still watching me, watching Robert kiss my neck. I stared back at him. Glaring, more like. I wanted to show him that I wasn't intimidated by him any more.
I felt Robert's teeth start to nibble gently on the skin of my neck and I felt a jolt of pleasure shoot straight between my thighs. My mouth opened as I moaned softly. The way my face contorted with pleasure must have been too much for Adam to watch as he finally walked away to his car, although he was clearly pissed off at what he had just witnessed.
I breathed heavily as I looked at Robert as we broke apart. The sound of my moaning had cut through the haze of lust that clouded my judgement and I realised what Robert and I had just done. Or rather, what he had done and my reaction to it only betrayed the attraction I felt for him. He had only done what he did to make Adam realise that I no longer wanted him, and my knickers were damp as a result.
I sat in the passenger seat, unable to look him in the eye. Robert started his truck and started to drive me home.
"Sorry about earlier," he said after a few minutes of silence. I stared out of the window, my face flushed. My hair was down around my neck. I was afraid to look at it in the rear-view mirror, to see if he had left a mark there. "I just... hated seeing the way he looked at you."
I turned to face him and saw that his eyes were on the road, looking sheepish.
"It's... okay." I stammered. "It... got him to go away, so..." I was afraid to tell him that I liked it and that I had fantasized about him doing that for so long. But that would ruin everything about our friendship.
He kind of already did that himself with the kiss, I told myself as we pulled into the driveway of my house.
As I was gathering my things, Robert was looking at me with an amused smirk on his face.
I felt my face flush even more. "What?"
"You plan on going anywhere tonight?"
"Celia's holding her birthday party tonight at her house. Why?"
"Just... wear your hair up when you go," he told me.
I felt my heart sink into the pit of my stomach, as I rushed out of the car.
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The hickey was even brighter than what I had feared it to be. I spent a good five minutes staring at it in the mirror of my bathroom as if I could will it to fade away. It instead only seemed to grow bigger.
I quickly covered my neck with my hair and started getting ready for Celia's party. If Adam happened to be there, then he would most definitely know where the hickey came from - he had witnessed Robert give it to me in the car park.
I showed up at Celia's house right at nightfall, and the party was already in full swing. Celia stumbled towards me as she exited the front door, giggling, barefoot, and already drunk. "You made it!" She threw her arms around my neck and handed me a plastic cup of something that smelled very strong.
She led me inside and the rest of our friends were playing drinking games. I however was unable to enjoy myself because I saw Adam watching me across the room.
So he had shown up after all. He didn't even like Celia. He didn't like any of my friends who didn't somehow benefit him, so why would he show up to her birthday celebration?
When Celia left me alone to get another drink from the bar, I had barely even sipped the strong substance that was in my plastic cup. It was also when I was alone that Adam decided to storm over to me, his glare piercing into me.
"So, you and Plant, huh!?" he demanded, so angry that I thought he was going to smack my cup out of my hands.
"W-what...?"
"Don't give me that shite. I saw you in the car park earlier this evening." His face was getting redder with rage the longer he spoke. "What do you see in him, huh!? Is it because he likes the same noise that you call music!? Is it because he got a job in a band with Jimmy fucking Page? Are you a rock star fucker now? Are you a groupie now?"
I backed away from him slowly but he wasn't finished yelling at me. He stalked towards me.
"Answer me, you whore!"
I backed into something solid and a pair of warm hands caught me to prevent me from falling. I turned around to find Robert standing over me; towering was more like it. He was so tall, he made everyone else around him look short.
He snaked his arm around my waist, pulling me against him. I felt my face go hot as he pressed his lips to my ear and told me to "just go along with it."
Adam's demeanor changed as he took in Robert holding me close to him. "What are you doing here, Robert?" Adam wasn't necessarily afraid of Robert but knew that if he tried to pick a fight with him, Bonzo would hunt him down and break his ribs.
"Attending a party with my girlfriend, how about you?" I felt myself jolt in shock at this claim. Robert gave me a slight reassuring squeeze. His tone wasn't friendly like it normally was. He glared daggers into Adam.
Adam narrowed his eyes, and I could see him trying to suppress a scowl of disgust. "Oh, so you've moved on so quickly?"
"I don't know what has your knickers in a bunch," Robert said while swishing his drink around in his cup. "From what I heard, you were the one who stepped out on the relationship, not her."
Adam didn't try to hide his scowl this time. "That isn't any of your business, Plant."
Robert's eyes met with Adam's his expression cold and angry. He turned to me, and his eyes melted into what looked like a warm ocean. "Let's get you another drink, love."
My heart melted when he called me "love." I looked down at the cup in my hands and didn't realize that I had been squeezing it so hard, I crushed it, causing the contents to spill everywhere.
I blinked as Robert led me away towards the bar. He asked me what I was drinking. I did not like whatever strong substance Celia had given me so I asked for something lighter.
"What are you doing here, Robert?" I asked him once he handed me my drink. He took a sip of what looked like whiskey.
"I saw Adam's car following us from the shop. I figured he would be following you to the party to try and get you to get back with him."
My stomach turned at the thought of Adam stalking me. "Why did you tell him we were dating?"
I felt Robert's eyes on my neck, which was still covered by my hair. "I thought we could pretend to be a couple to scare him off."
"Pretend?"
"Yeah. Like we did in the car. We don't actually have to do anything. Just... while he's still here."
This was completely unnecessary, and we both knew it, but the thought of Robert holding me again, of having his lips on my skin for any reason was too enticing. If it had been any other party, I would have just left and gone home early, but I wanted to be there for Celia.
I went back with my friends, and they were all playing Never Have I Ever with Celia, getting drunker by the minute. I sat down with them. They all recognized Robert and noticed his arm around me, and asked if we were a thing now. Robert responded yes, and I thought about how I was going to explain this to them in the morning.
Chances are, they'd be too drunk to remember anyway.
They poured us each a shot and the game picked up where it left off.
The questions got progressively raunchier ("never have I had a threesome" and "never have I ever eaten food off of someone's naked body" and "never have I ever eaten someone's arse out") all of which Robert drank to, and I sat there awkwardly holding my shot glass. The girls would giggle and say that Robert looked so cute and innocent, and that he didn't look like a sex fiend.
Adam had apparently been watching us because Robert would randomly kiss my neck and murmur in my ear sweet nothings. He was getting way too into the couple's facade for it to be just "pretend."
I had only had two shots out of the whole game, and was already feeling dizzy-headed. Celia told me where the guest bedroom was and Robert led me there with his arm around my waist.
"I'll stay out here and keep guard," he said while holding me upright. "To make sure that Adam doesn't come and try anything."
I leaned against him, my arms around his neck as I rested my head against his chest. He was so solid, so warm...
"No... come in with me... our cover is that we're a couple and it only makes sense to sleep in the same bed."
Robert led me inside. As soon as the door was closed, I pressed my lips hard against his, kissing him passionately, wanting to breathe him and take in every part of him. He kissed me back for a few moments, and I ran my hands through his soft hair, not caring about the consequences that would come in the morning.
"Let's get you ready for bed," he said while laying me down on the bed.
I sighed heavily and sprawled out on the bed with my legs apart, my skirt falling up around my hips. "Undress me..."
Robert's curls bounced as he shook his head, taking the comforter and covering me with it. "I'd want nothing more, but we should wait until you're sober."
I pouted and looked at him with big eyes. I tried sitting up but the quick movement made my head spin. I laid back down.
Robert took off his jacket and lay down beside me. I rested my head on his chest, breathing in his scent. I felt his hand run over my forehead and down my scalp, the feeling helping with my nausea.
Something about the two shots that I had made me candid, and I felt like I could say whatever I wanted, and claim that I didn't remember it in the morning, so I admitted what I would never admit sober: "I actually wish we weren't a pretend couple," I said while resting my head on his chest and my arms around his waist.
Robert looked down at me, as if he were contemplating whether or not I meant that or if it was the alcohol talking.
Finally, he pressed his lips to my forehead before saying "I've wished that same thing for years, Y/N..."
I had barely comprehended his confession before I felt the haze of sleep taking me over, and I fell into a sleep while blanketed in his warm embrace.
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