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The Rose and Thorn	By : FlameWolf666 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Marilyn Manson Views: 3180 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I still don't know Marilyn Manson, Johnny Depp or any of the other famous people in this fic in real life. Needless to say, this is a work of fiction. I make no profit from this and this is just for fun.

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Author’s Note: ‘We all have our time machines. Some take us back, they're called memories. Some take us forward, they're called dreams.’ - Jeremy Irons
Thank you Mary for your very honest criticisms! I am sorry for those of you that have been disappointed in this so far. This is unbeta’d and a rewrite of a very old story I did when I was 16. I promise to do my best to improve it from here-on.

Chapter Fifteen: Downtime
    The first thing on Raven’s mind that morning was oddly enough not the singer snoring like a runaway train on her bed. The first thing on her mind was a certain red, sugary fluid she had been deprived of while on tour with Davis. Ignoring the sleepy protests of the nude singer, the half awake female stumbled her way out of the room and down the stairs. She was going to the kitchen and heaven help who was in her way. Amanda, who had been preparing her third cup of coffee, raised a brow at her zombie-like friend. After living with the other female for so long, she knew that look very well and also knew better than to get in the way.
    Manson, who had followed the swaying woman down, was leaning against the open entryway of the kitchen as his half focused gaze searched for Raven. Ignoring everyone around her, said female opened the fridge to reach in and pull out a bottle of ‘Red Pop’. Grabbing the revered soda, the mostly unconscious female rubbed it’s cool plastic against her cheek with an almost Gollum-like coo. “Yeeessss, we are finally reunited my lovely,” she hissed, her voice ironically raspy from just waking up.
    The half horrified, half amused look on the rock star’s face was enough to make Amanda finally burst into the laughter she had been fighting since her roomie had wandered into the room. Her outburst seemed to be the catalyst for his own because Manson soon started laughing right along with her. Raven ignored the both of them, cradling her soda in her arms like a newborn and moving to the kitchen table. Then she unscrewed the familiar white cap and downed half the bottle in two swallows.
    Once she was finished, she lowered the bottle from her lips to let out a loud belch; earning applause from the small group in the living room. “Encore, encore!” Pogo called, making the pale female blush as the sugar began to wake her up. It was at that moment that she became very aware that she wasn’t alone, making the red on her cheeks grow even deeper as it spread to cover her face. Both Manson and Amanda were still howling with laughter, only serving to deepen her mortification. Right now she wanted nothing more than to sink into the tile itself and disappear. Then, to her further horror, Manson began to slink towards her; still giggling slightly.
    Her face burning, the artist focused her hazel gaze on the table before her; so when he placed hand between her shoulderblades she very nearly jumped out of her skin. “When you’re done with that, come back to bed,” he whispered in a sleep husked voice before pressing a loving kiss to her temple and going back upstairs. Raven only licked her lips in response, barely able to breathe due to her heart beating so fast.
    “I guess you musta really missed that soda,” teased a female voice by her ear, finally making the high-strung female jump to the ceiling.
    “Mandy!” Raven exclaimed in a half scolding, half surprised tone, clutching her Marilyn Manson t-shirt where her heart was. Her curly haired friend only gave her a shit-eating grin before sitting in a chair next to her and sipping her coffee.
    Sighing, the freelancer finished the other half of her soda before letting her head fall on the table with a thud. “That might have been the most embarrassing thing to ever happen to me...,” she grumbled into the wood of the table.
    “What about that time your little brother decided to flash me when we were kids? Or the time your mom asked if you changed your underwear in front of your friends during that sleepover?” her childhood companion teased, smirking as she watched the dark haired female’s ears getting even more red.
    “Stop, stop, stop! If Manson heard any of that, I think I would die on the spot,” the mortified woman begged, turning her tomato red face to look at the woman beside her while keeping her head on the table.
    What about Johnny, Twiggy and the others?” the brown haired journalist quipped, smiling around her mug as her green eyes moved to the entry of the kitchen.
    That froze Raven in place, time seeming to slow down and cause everything to move in slow motion. It almost seemed to take years to move her head to face the doorway, her hazel eyes going wide as saucers when she saw the amused faces of the entire group. Making odd squeaking noises, the flustered female sat up so she could slide down in the chair; leaving only her deep crimson forehead visible above the table. To make matters worse, the entire group chuckled at her in amusement. ‘Can this get any worse?’ she groaned to herself, immediately regretting the thought as she heard a pair of platforms walking towards her.
    “There’s nothing to be ashamed about. It’s practically a mother’s job to embarrass their child,” came Jeordie’s amused voice as a callused palm came to rest on her head.
    Reluctantly, the embarrassed female looked up at the bronze skinned male; utter mortification in her hazel eyes. Twiggy only smiled down at her, laughter still sparkling in his brown eyes. “You should hear some of the stories about what my mother did to me. Might have a lot to do with why I like to wear dresses actually,” he confessed, ruffling her hair affectionately as his gaze shifted to the others in the door. The group of men looked just as amused and yet all of them had a slight tinge of embarrassment.
    “When I was little, I used to play dress-up in my mom’s clothes. She recorded video of several occassions and would show them every Christmas,” Ginger confessed quietly, a blush on his white cheeks as he rubbed the back of his blonde head cutely.
    “My mom hung my underwear out on the laundry line for all of our neighborhood to see,” Pogo giggled, not looking the least bit bothered.
    “My mom made me take piano lessons and forced me to go to recitals. I was terrible but that didn’t stop her from recording it and sending it to every agent she knew,” John 5 sighed, pinching his nose as his cheeks went pink.
    “My mother would do my hair for the first day of school but she was horrible at it. I always ended up with the worst class pictures because of it,” Tim offered in his Swedish accented voice, his face as devoid of emotion as always.
    “My mother used me to test make-up on and would take pictures. She would always show them to family, friends and even girlfriends,” Johnny murmured, a slightly pained grimace on his tanned face.
    Just hearing all the confessions honestly helped her feel better and she even found herself giggling along with them as she pulled herself to sit properly in the chair. Then she let out a loud yawn, showing just how much the tour ordeal had honestly exhausted her. Normally she wasn’t the type of person to just be able to go back to bed after getting up and walking around a bit. “Well, I’m going back to bed. Are you gonna stick around today Johnny?” she asked the goateed actor.
    The handsome male only smiled softly, making her heart ache for what could have been between them. It wasn’t that she didn’t love Manson with all her heart, it was just that it was hard not to notice the actor’s affection for her. To be honest, it made her feel horrendously guilty; as if she was leading him on somehow. “Yeah, I wanted to make sure you were alright after yesterday,” the star replied, a slightly bittersweet look in his earthy gaze. Just seeing that made her guilt spike her right in the heart and she bit her lip in an effort to keep from crying. What the Hell was she doing to this man?
    “Johnny... we need to talk,” she whispered in a small, quiet voice, pushing herself away from the small, round table and heading to the door that lead to their fenced backyard.
    Looking a bit stunned, the tall male followed her out and closed the door behind him. As soon as she heard the click, Raven was turning to the movie star with a sad look on her paper white face. “Johnny, maybe... maybe it would be better if you left town for a bit,” she suggested in a voice so quiet he could scarcely make it out. So quiet he honestly hoped he had misheard her.
    “I... You’re waiting for something that just won’t ever happen. I can’t stand to watch this eat you alive anymore. I love Marilyn, I always will; even if he decides to leave me again. I can’t even think of giving my heart to another at this point. So... you need to leave. You need to find someone else you can be happy with, someone who can give you the love you deserve,” the artist continued, startling when she felt large hands on her shoulder.
    Craning her head up, she saw Johnny giving her such a stricken, angry look that she immediately regretted what had come out of her mouth. “No. I don’t care what you say, I’m not going anywhere. Raven, I’m well aware of all the things you have told me and have come to accept them over time. I’m okay that we can’t be more than friends but you simply mean too much to me to just forget about you,” he announced in a quiet but stern voice before he pulled her into a hug.
    “B-but,” the confused female stammered, gazing up at the lithe but well muscled male that held her. The actor only let out an exasperated noise before he placed a finger on her lips to silence her.
    “Raven, I feel the same for you as you do for Manson. I don’t tell you this to hurt you, only so you understand that what you’re suggesting pains me deeply. To think of moving on to another woman when I would always be wishing for you, it wouldn’t be fair,” he explained, echoing her own reasons.
    Her heart clenched in her chest at his words as guilty tears rolled down her porcelain face. All at once she wished she had never met this man. At least then she could have spared him this fruitless pining. As if he could read her mind, Johnny was grabbing her chin to force her to focus on him; his nearly black eyes boring into her as he gave her a deadly serious look. “Stop that, whatever you’re thinking about quit it. I will never regret meeting you that day in the park or anything that happened afterward. Could you bring yourself to regret anything with Manson?” he nearly growled, his dark eyes swimming with intense emotion as his defined chest heaved.
    That question gave Raven pause and she found herself honestly thinking about. He was right, she couldn’t regret anything; not even all the bad events that had happened. All of it had been time spent with someone she loved body and soul and was precious to her. “I’m sorry she whispered, giving the actor a tight hug as her guilt shifted to a different reason entirely. She could honestly understand how he felt and she felt bad for not thinking of it herself. Thankfully Johnny didn’t seem angry, petting her shoulder length hair as he held her to him.
    “It’s okay sweetie, just promise me one thing. Promise me you won’t suggest I leave again or try to push me away. You have no idea what that would do to me,” he requested in a voice thick with emotion as he kissed the top of her head. Raven could only nod, her heart clenching at the thought of Manson doing the same to her. As terrible as the situation was, they were stuck with it.
    Soon the taller male was releasing her, gently ushering her back inside. “Go upstairs and rest. We’ll hold down the fort down here,” he urged, his hot hand in the small of her back leading her to the foot of the stairs. Giving him one last, guilty look, Raven made her way back upstairs to where her famous boyfriend was sleeping. It was still odd to think of him like that and yet she felt a rush of exhilaration every time she did. In all honesty, sometimes she wondered if she had somehow slipped into a coma and this was nothing more than some dreamworld her mind had created. If that was the case, she really didn’t want to wake up.
    Slowly opening the door, she saw Manson curled on his side with the blankets thrown haphazardly on his painfully thin body. The guy looked like he didn’t eat regularly, something that had always worried her about him; even before she had met him. Still, she knew she shouldn’t expect him to change that. He was stubborn and set in his ways, forcing him to do anything would only set off his temper. He was the type of person that had to come to conclusions on his own, no amount of nagging or guilt tears were going to change that. Besides, Raven wasn’t the type to use her tears as a weapon anyway. Shaking away these thoughts, the t-shirt clad female slowly moved into the room and closed the door behind her.
    As soon as the latched clicked, the singer was sitting bolt upright; his half focused eyes flicking around the room with fear and a bit of protectiveness. “It’s just me,” Raven reassured softly, slowly moving back to the bed and crawling onto it. Immediately his tattooed arms wrapped around her, pulling her against him as he laid back down. Then he was nuzzling against the base of her neck, making a contented noise as his rough hands moved up and down her back. It was almost as if her absence had distressed him greatly despite the fact she had only been gone a few minutes.
    Releasing a content, relieved sigh, the rocker lazily threw the covers over her before nuzzling back in and going back to sleep. Just knowing he had been worried about her while she was gone made her heart swell with love and just a bit of guilt. She hadn’t meant to make him worry by not coming right up after she had finished her soda. Kissing his cheek lovingly, the tired female wrapped her own arms around the sleeping singer and nestled into his chest; allowing herself to drift back into a deep, dreamless sleep.
    There was an odd feeling of something soft and yet moist being pressed against her forehead. Then the sensations moved away, only to land on one of her closed eyes. Making a confused noise and stretching, she found herself being held very tightly against another body. Opening her eyes in confusion, Raven saw a rather bedraggled looking Manson smiling down at her. “Good morning,” his baritone rumbled, much more raspy and throaty due to him just waking up. His lips met her nose gently as his hands slowly moved under her shirt to rub her skin. Blushing at what the contact was doing to her, the freelancer turned to look at the clock on her nightstand. It read 2:00 p.m. in glowing green numbers.
    “Don’t you mean afternoon?” she quipped, reaching up to boop his nose. Then she was squirming out of his grasp and getting to her feet.
    “What’s the rush?” the performer groaned, sitting up slowly and swinging his thin, hairless legs over the side of the bed.
    “I have work to do. I have a few projects I have to finish up and send out today,” she responded, grabbing some clothes before heading to her door. She was only stopped by a firm grip on her wrist.
    “You could just change in here,” the taller, very naked rock star suggested, smirking as her pale face went several shades of red.
    “I.. er, that is... Gee is it hot in here?” she squeaked, sounding like she was going through puberty all over again.
    “I’ve seen all of you already and have had sex with you twice. Mind-blowing sex I might add,” he cajoled, his hands moving to her shoulders as he moved forward; putting her in very close proximity with his awakening manhood.
    Just seeing him harden at the mere thought of seeing her disrobe filled her with both lust and mortification. At the same time, her very low opinion of her looks went up just the slightest bit, making her blush to the very roots of her hair. “Sh-shower! I need a shower,” she gasped out in a vain attempt to give herself an excuse to leave the room.
    “I’ll join you,” he purred, grabbing the pair of black jeans he had worn yesterday and his black shirt. Raven could only watch him with her mouth hanging open, inwardly cursing at herself over and over.
    Before she knew it, she was being tugged out of her room and into the bathroom across the hall. “U-um,” she murmured in a high pitched voice, some of her old nervousness rising to the surface. In a blink Manson was cradling her face as his mismatched eyes met hers.
    “Don’t let those thoughts win Raven. Focus on what I tell you, on how I worship your body, what the mere thought of you naked does to me,” he sighed, his voice no more than a rumbling growl as the hand that held hers forced her fingers to meet his erect flesh.
    With a firm tug, he forced her palm to meet his hardness; his fingers making hers wrap around the slightly pulsing shaft. “This, this Raven. This is how much the thought of seeing your body arouses me,” the ‘God of Fuck’ snarled heatedly before his lips claimed hers in a fiery kiss. The stunned, flustered female could only gasp as arousal and shyness battled for supremacy. Releasing a shaky sigh when he broke the kiss, she moved her hand a few times on Manson’s rigid length; making him release a heated moan.
    “Fuck,” he hissed, his hips bucking slightly as she continued to move her hand slowly along him. Then she was releasing him, staring down at the tile as she pulled the over large t-shirt she wore over her head.
    Taking deep breaths to keep herself calm, the shaking female moved over to the shower and turned it on; doing her best not to look in Manson’s direction. If she saw him, the look in his eyes, she would be lost and they would have sex right here on the bathroom floor. The feeling of rough hands on her hips and an erection pressed between her clothed buttcheeks as she bent to check the temperature of the water was enough to let her know the singer wasn’t opposed to that idea one bit. Thankfully the water was perfect, giving her an excuse to pull away so she could remove her panties. The low groan she heard Manson make because of the action made her confidence and nerves spike just slightly.
    Then she was getting in, relaxing as the hot water began to beat on her pale body. She only flinched when she felt Manson press against her as he pulled the curtain closed. The taller male pressed gentle but heated kisses on her skin, leaving a tingling spot where they had touched. “You’re fucking beautiful and I’ll prove it as many times as I have to until you start believing me,” he rumbled, his lips pressed where her neck met her back. Large, rough hands rested on her wide hips, moving up to cup her ample, but slightly saggy breasts. The dexterous appendages began to massage and knead the fleshy orbs like soft bread dough, his fingers occasionally pinching and flicking her sensitive pink nipples.
    Raven released a heated moan as she felt jolts of pleasure shooting from those points in her chest to pool and tighten in her core. Her hips arched back into the male behind her, pressing her butt against his rock hard manhood. Manson growled in response, giving her neck a none too gentle nip. Then he was spinning her to face him, his mouth eagerly replacing his hands. His tongue swirled around the sensitive bud, one of his hands moving to her junction. Two of his fingers gently slid between her plump lips, playing with her pearl. “Oh God...,” the panting female gasped, her knees shuddering as she leaned against the tiled wall to support herself.
    The taller male only growled against the nub in his mouth, his fingers pinching the small button between them lightly; increasing speed and pressure as they moved back and forth. Then he was releasing her flesh with a pop to lock eyes with her, his pupils dilated with lust. “You’re so fucking wet for me,” he rasped in a voice thick with animalistic need. Then he was back to suckling at her breast aggressively, his fingers moving faster as he released her hip to grasp his erection with his free hand.
    “M-manson,” the squirming female gasped, her hands wrapping around his back to rake her nails lightly down his skin. Hot water beat on both of their bodies and their pants and moans filled the tiled room.
    The freelancer leaned her dark haired head against the slick wall behind her as she closed her eyes and simply let the sensations wash over her. His tongue flicked and swirled around her taut nipple, causing wave after wave of rippling pleasure; pleasure that was heightened by the skillful motions of the fingers between her legs. Whimpering as she felt a familiar pressure building within her, the panting woman whispered his name like a mantra as her thighs began to shake. “Cum for me,” he demanded, his voice more growl than words; then his mouth moved to her unoccupied breast and she was seeing stars.
    “Marilyn,” she gasped as she went over, barely hearing his slight grunts and moans as he brought himself to completion. The hand that had been between her legs moved up to steady her as he panted, his other hand slowly coming up to brace against the wall as he recovered.
    Touching his forehead to hers, he gave her a gaze so full of love that it very nearly took her breath away. “I love how you say my name when you orgasm,” he rumbled, giving her a gentle kiss as he reached for a loofa. The small bunches of fluff were in a basket hanging from the showerhead and his large hand grabbed a lime green one. Giving her a gentle peck on the lips, the bony male pulled back to bend down and grab a bottle of three-in-one shampoo from the rim of the bathtub. Giving her a look that made her skin tingle despite how sated her body was, Manson squirted a generous amount into the loofa; working it in before beginning to gently scrub her right arm.
    Raven only released a relaxed sigh as she felt the material gently brushing against her pale skin. Manson chuckled lightly, giving her a peck on the cheek as he moved the green bundle across her arm and to her ample bosom; giving them a good groping while he scrubbed. “Hey, if you keep going like that we’ll be in here all day,” she admonished teasingly, making a grab for the green material. The taller male easily held it out of her reach, giving her a teasingly firm look.
    “What if I want to stay in here all day?” he husked, making a faint shock of desire race through her womanhood.
    Chuckling at the blush on her milky cheeks, the singer whirled her around so her back leaned against him as he moved the loofa down her torso. “Don’t worry. I just want to explore you a little. Learn where you react to being touched,” rasped his voice by her ear as he gently began to wash between her legs.
    “M-mansooon,” she half complained, half moaned, this whole scenario feeling much more intimate than anything they had done beforehand. He only chuckled before he spun her again, allowing the water to wash away the soap. His mismatched eyes fixed on her upper body as he washed the suds get washed away, a low growl emanating from his chest.
    Then he was washing her back, catching her hazel eyes with his. To be honest, the fact that he found her attractive still slightly blew her mind but she slowly found herself getting used to the idea. The superstar certainly seemed unable to keep his eyes and hands off her clothed or nude. In fact, the hands on her back slowly moved down to her ass; the one that wasn’t holding the loofa grabbing a good handful. It almost seemed as if he had been starved during the entire time she had stubbornly held onto her inner fears. As things were right now, she was wondering what she had been afraid of in the first place.
    Suddenly the tattooed male was releasing her to move back and give her an expectant look. At first she was confused about what that expression could mean, then realization hit her like a ton of bricks and she blushed to the roots of her midnight hair. Manson wanted her to wash him in return, probably in an effort to get her more comfortable with him. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, the flustered artist washed the rest of her soap off herself before awkwardly moving to the side so the thin male could squeeze past her. He only chuckled as he shimmied by her, giving one of her breasts a grope on the way. Then his back was turned to her, giving her a glorious view of his ass.
    Swallowing thickly as she licked her lips, Raven gently took the loofa and shampoo from his hands; squirting more soap into the scratchy cloth before beginning to scrub his upper back. The much taller male hummed in satisfaction, giving her a small smile over his shoulder. Returning the smile a bit nervously, the shy female found her gaze constantly traveling back to the pale globes that practically called her name. Gathering her courage and reasoning that he wouldn’t mind, she moved the bundle down his back and began to rub his butt in small circles. Her other hand came up to join the soapy material of its own accord, giving him a firm grope.
    Manson only groaned before raising a hairless brow in surprise. “I wasn’t expecting that,” he chuckled, smirking at her as the water continued to beat down on their bodies. Giggling a bit nervously, the pale artist finished sudsing his rear and slowly slid her hands around his front in a tentative attempt to be sensual. The skinny performer only gave her a warm smile before turning in her grasp. With his heterochromic gaze so focused on her, the already flustered woman found it a bit hard to look at him as she placed the loofa on his scarred, bony chest. This seemed to amuse the rocker as he chuckled warmly before tipping her chin up. “You’re so cute when you’re like this,” he rumbled, his eyes shining with humor and love as he bent to kiss the tip of her nose.
    Giving him a nervous smile as she flushed, Raven scrubbed his torso before slowly moving to his hips. Her heart beat hard in her chest as she took his semi-hard member in her palm and began to wash it. Under her touch, he soon grew to full hardness and a hungry lust took over the amusement in his eyes. Forcing her gaze onto the organ she held, she could see his size and girth growing before her eyes. Soon he was at full attention, a bead of pre pearled at his slitted tip. Then, to her shock, her turned around to wash the soap off himself. Watching him in shock, the confused freelancer took a gob of the three-in-one and began to shampoo her ebony locks.
    Soon the pair had both washed themselves completely and the almost skeletal looking singer turned off the shower before getting out. Raven could only watch him with a bit of shock and worry. Almost immediately she wondered if she had done something wrong and played back the scenario in her head. When she could find nothing, she only grew more confused. “You okay?” she asked as she got out, grabbing a towel and drying herself before she started to get dressed.
    “Never better! I just wanna get stuff packed and get going,” he reassured in a cheerful voice as he pulled on his skin tight jeans. This response made her blink as she wondered what she had just missed.
    “Going? Where are you going and for how long?” she whispered, feeling her heart clench in her chest at the thought of him leaving so soon after they had gotten home.
    “We’re going to a hotel for a few days. I really want to spend some alone time with you and I don’t think we’re going to get that here,” he responded in a light, unusually happy voice as he tugged on his form fitting shirt.
    Raven could only stare at him as her brain caught up with what he had just said. As she pulled on her own shirt, it finally hit her what he was suggesting. He was taking her somewhere so they could be alone for a few days! Just the thought of it made her heart race with nerves. A light kiss on her lips broke her out of her thoughts and she found herself being led back to her bedroom. “Go pack. I’ll go tell the others,” he informed before he turned and left. Stunned and more than a little nervous, the artist began to pack a bag with shaky hands. A few days alone with Manson; the more she thought about it, the more excited she became.
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