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The Rose and Thorn	By : FlameWolf666 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Marilyn Manson Views: 3123 -:- 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.

Chapter List
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Author’s Note: ‘And it's a human need to be told stories. The more we're governed by idiots and have no control over our destinies, the more we need to tell stories to each other about who we are, why we are, where we come from, and what might be possible.’ - Alan Rickman
Also, prepare for major cavities.

Chapter Seventeen: Two Sides
    The first sensation of the day was a pleasurable suckling feeling on her left breast. Each caress of the moist appendage on her skin sent electric jolts of need to her junction, drawing a groggy moan from her dry lips. Inhaling deeply and arching into the mouth on her flesh, Raven slowly opened her hazel eyes to be greeted with a lust filled pair of mismatched eyes. At some point, her normal nightwear had been removed and yet she couldn’t fight it in herself to care. Sighing the singer’s name softly, the artist wove her delicate fingers through the dark waterfall of his hair to hold him against her. This drew a rather possessive sounding growl from the naked rock star as he positioned himself above her. Then he was giving her sensitive bud a light bite, his left hand coming up to cup her right breast.
    Raven couldn’t help but gasp as a jolt of pleasure/pain shot through her body like a shock. The sound she makes seems to goad the taller male, causing him to make a throaty noise as he repositioned himself slightly. Then she felt fingertips touching her sensitive pearl, wrenching a strangled cry from her throat. “Fuck Marilyn,” she hissed, her hips bucking against her will. Manson released an animalistic noise at her cry, releasing her flesh to level her with a heated gaze. A gaze that made the want in her lower belly coil and tighten almost painfully. Then he was smirking as he removed his fingers from her quivering slit and began to slide down her shuddering body.
    “M-manson?” she panted, feeling a bit of nervousness bloom in her chest. The look he gave was downright predatory as he kissed his way down her slightly chubby stomach, pausing briefly at the waistline of her lime green panties. With an even more smug smirk, the rocker slowly slid her underwear off before nestling himself between her thighs. Before she could say anything else, his tongue met her moist outer lips.
    Arching her hips with a gasp, Raven found her hands landing on his head as his tongue licked a path up her womanhood. Soon his lips found her protruding clit and enveloped it with a quiet growl. Eager hands spread her thighs, settling them over his bony shoulders as he sucked on her pearl. It was all she could do to breathe, the pleasure was coursing so thickly through her body. She could feel a painful, lust filled coil tightening and pulsing within her lower stomach and she was vaguely aware of the fact that she was breathlessly calling Manson’s name over and over. The lithe performer only let loose another low, gruff sound as his tongue occasionally delved between her folds.
    Soon she was mewling and keening while the man between her legs let out almost continuous growls. Then she felt his dextrous fingers enter her slick passage and she was lost, his name a sob on her lips. Languid licks followed her implosion, slowly cleaning her of any remaining juices before he pulled back to give her a satisfied grin, his mismatched eyes blazing with hunger. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that,” husked his rough voice as he prowled back up her body to plant a heated kiss on her lips.
    As his tongue slipped between her pliant lips, Raven could taste a faint sweet taste on his saliva; making her wonder if she was tasting herself on his tongue. Wrapping her arms around his neck, the freelancer closed her eyes with a sigh and returned the kiss sweetly. Their tongues performed an intricate dance, the pair breathing through their noses so they wouldn’t have to break contact. Groaning, Manson leaned into her so his pulsing erection rested along her damp slit. This caused the female beneath him to break the kiss with a gasp, her eyes holding a slight nervousness under the heavy lust dilating her pupils. Giving her a reassuring smile, the tattooed male gave her another loving kiss as he entered her tight heat. “Fuck Raven,” he snarled against her mouth as he slowly pushed forward, only stopping when he had hilted.
    His arms shook around her from the incredible effort of holding onto the thin threads of his control. Feeling her silken walls pulsing around him was almost his undoing and he gritted his teeth as he breathed harshly. “Mmmm, m-move Mare,” Raven gasped, the raw need in her throaty voice effectively dissolving his carefully placed binds. His hips thrust into her hard as he burrowed his face into the base of her neck. The writhing twenty-eight year old released breathless, almost pained keens of his name as she rested her forehead against his tensing shoulder. For the both of them this went beyond the feeling of sex, it almost felt as if their very souls were mixing together and merging; their voices merging into one wordless cry as they both tipped over the edge.
    Her vision flooded with white as her body tingled with wave after wave of pleasure, small sighs leaving her unconsciously as her boyfriend wrapped her in his loving embrace. The panting male only chuckled shakily, planting light kisses all over her slightly sweaty face. “That’s certainly one way to wake up,” Raven found herself joking breathlessly, turning in his arms to lay her cheek on his scarred, bony chest. The rocker only chuckled harder, the sound rumbling up from his chest and vibrating against her cheek.
    “Maybe some day I’ll get to return the favor,” she whispered shyly, kissing his chin before wriggling out of his hold to get out of bed to search for her duffel. She hadn’t bothered unpacking when they came in, finding it easier to just rummage through her jumbled clothes. It wasn’t as if she had packed anything too fancy, just her normal t-shirts and jeans. In the middle of her quest, she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist as a half erect manhood pressed itself between her buttcheeks. Then he was leaning forward, enveloping her in his body heat as he lazily nipped a spot behind her ear.
    “Since when did you become such a little minx?” husked his throaty voice as rough hand roamed her milky skin. Raven only giggled nervously, a faint hint of her previous anxiety rising within her before it simply disappeared. The look in his heterochromic gaze told her all she needed to know and she felt a pulse of lust within her lower belly despite being well sated.
    “I don’t know. I... uh... I read a lot of fanfics, as I believe I’ve said before. I figure maybe if I start acting like I have more confidence, I’ll actually feel it in time and I’m using what I read to help me along,” she replied, digging out a plain black t-shirt and a pair of black jeans. Then she was scanned the carpet for her panties, before grabbing them with a triumphant noise.
    While the artist had been moving around the large room, the singer had headed to his own duffel, digging in the front pocket for something. “Are you on birth control?” he asked, pulling out a small box.
    “Yeah, a depo shot every three months. Though I was due for a shot yesterday,” she replied, barely catching small object he had tossed to her. Giving him a confused look, she looked down to see a small box of morning after pills.
    “Where the Hell did you get these?” she whispered, knowing that you had to ask for them at most pharmacies and, in most states, they were illegal.
    “Pogo knows people and having a small supply can come in handy on the road. You never know when you might have a night where you were too fucked up to remember to use protection,” he responded, watching the freelancer as she read the dosing instructions carefully.
    “Better safe than sorry,” Raven agreed, feeling the leftovers of his cum beginning to run down the insides of her thighs. Then she was taking one pill and swallowing dryly before heading to the bathroom to take a bath. After all the activity they’ve been engaging in, she honestly felt a bit gross. She didn’t get too far before she felt a hand grab her wrist. Giggling, she merely moved her hand so it rested in his; entwining their fingers as she pulled him along gently.
    Soon they were in the bathroom, the taller singer watching his girlfriend as she bent over the deep tub and began to fill it with hot water. The large, firm globes of her ass were almost beckoning for his hands and he simply helped himself with a lusty growl. The too pale woman in front of him let out a surprised, but playful squeal; turning to shoot him an amused glare. The rock star only gave her a semi innocent look, his hands lazily kneading the flesh off her butt. “Stop that!” she protested, with no real heat in her voice as she lightly slapped his hands away. Then she was straightening and moving away, as if to try to remove any further temptation to play with her.
    “Make me,” the performer challenged, prowling up to her like a big cat, his grin matching the current vibes he was sending her way. Everything about him screamed lust as he closed the distance to press her against the surprising cold wall. This, of course, drew a yelp of surprise from Raven as she arched instinctually; forcing their mouths to meet accidentally.
    The bony male holding her took full advantage of the situation, tilting his head to deepen the kiss; his tongue parting her lips easily to languidly explore her mouth. It was almost as if he was kissing her this way for the first time because of how thorough he was being. He carefully explored every nook and cranny, as if he was trying to map her mouth with his tongue. Sighing, she began to return the embrace when she remembered the bath water with a shock. Breaking the kiss with a small squeak, the midnight haired femme rushed to the tub just in time to stop it from overflowing. Cursing colorfully, the vaguely irritated woman pulled the plug to let it drain just slightly. Thankfully Manson was a lot more cooperative and let her accomplish this task unmolested.
    Testing the steaming water with her hand, the naked artist set her clothes on the closed toilet lid and slowly slid into the tub. Warm water enveloped her sore muscles and she released a sigh of contentment as she allowed herself to sink in up to her neck. For the moment, she completely forgot who she was with and let the water wash the cum off her thighs. “Sit up,” urged a gentle baritone by her ear, shocking her back to reality. Twisting her head and covering herself out of instinct, she turned to see Manson giving her that hungry look again. Giggling nervously as a blush colored her cheeks, Raven awkwardly sat up and moved a bit forward; allowing the ‘Antichrist Superstar’ to slide in behind her.
    As soon as he was in place, he pulled her back to rest against him; his hairless legs rising up beside her. “Much better,” he husked in her ear, sighing deeply as he seemed to relax as well. Smiling, Raven placed a kiss under his chin before simply nestling into his nearly emaciated body. Unfortunately, when she opened her eyes, she saw the water had turned murky from the sheer amount of cum that had been within her.
    “Jesus Manson,” she whispered in a slightly embarrassed voice before leaning forward to grab a washcloth.
    When she leaned back, the rough material was gently taken from her loose grip. “Let me,” came his gruff voice, the tone it held making her insides quiver nicely. Nodding mutely, she simply laid back into him and watched as his hands washed her body almost reverently. Spots she had seen as ugly, he caressed as if they were the most beautiful things he had seen. His hands even lingered on her stretch mark covered stomach, lingering over each mark an equal amount of time. Soon both their breaths were heavy and heated as he moved past her womanhood and to her likewise marked thighs. His cheek rested against hers as pleasant tingles of lust and desire raced through her blood.
    “Spread your legs,” rumbled his quiet voice by her ear, his voice holding a slightly urgent edge. Feeling a flush of heat wash through her, Raven slowly complied to his charged request.
    “Good girl,” Manson sighed approvingly, his hands moving to her now aching center slowly, teasingly. The relaxed woman could only sigh breathily as he touched the washcloth to her junction with a feather light touch. Her arms wound around behind his neck of their own accord and she arched her hips up into his gentle hand.
    The man holding her only chuckled gruffly, pressing a kiss to her temple as he slid the soap covered material slowly up and down her sensitized slit. Then he was releasing the washcloth, allowing his fingers to spread her plump lips and delve inside. “I want to make sure you’re nice and clean,” purred his raspy voice as his surprisingly gentle fingertips scooped out more of his left over cum. An action that made a shock of unexpected need to clench her core.
    “Manson,” she breathed, her breath puffing against his taut cheek. The singer holding her releasing a shaky groan before he was scooping her into his arms and clambering awkwardly to his feet.
    Instinctually, her arms flew around his neck to steady herself at the sudden change of position; the faint ache in her junction making her pant slightly. Next thing she knew, she was being carried back into the bedroom and laid tenderly on the soft sheets. “Haven’t you had enough yet?” Raven teased in a breathy voice, her dilated pupils telling him she was just as turned on as he was. The towering singer only smirked down at her as he slid down on his knees, his eyes level with her freshly washed womanhood.
    “Never,” he rasped, tugging her hips forward as he went in for a ‘second course’.
    Amanda had the day off today and by God she was going to sleep in! Nuzzling into her pillow, the comfortable female sighed as she continued to slumber; only conscious of the soft purring of her cat and the soft ball that was Lady. When Raven had left, the curly haired journalist had allowed the canine into her room so the pet wouldn’t get lonely. She was in the middle of a very nice dream involving Ginger when there was a loud yell from downstairs, effectively making the scene of them making love slowly dissolve. Growling, the twenty-nine year old got out of bed to dig in her dresser for some casual wear. Whatever was going on down there had better be damn important or there was going to be a very nice decoration staked out on their lawn as a warning to the others.
    Once she got downstairs, she wasn’t surprised to see the antagonist had been the keyboardist. What she was surprised by was who the victim was. Instead of it being John 5 or Ginger, it had been Tom Welling. The poor man had an almost violated look on his squarish face, rubbing at a spot on his cheek. “Tom, what are you doing here?” she gasped out, shock evident in her soft voice as she couldn’t seem to tear her gaze away from his lean body. Just being in the same room as him made everything else fade away, with the exception of Ginger. The drummer lurked in the back of her mind, making her feel exceedingly guilty for her almost instinctual draw to the actor before her.
    “I came to visit you, see how you were doing with this house full of nutters by yourself,” he responded, still watching the restrained keyboardist warily. Pogo only grinned back, making a kissing motion with his lips; not even struggling against John 5’s hold. Ginger, who had been watching events unfold from a spot against the wall, shifted his brown gaze from the TV star to the woman who currently held his heart. He pursed his red painted lips before shoving away from the wall to stand beside her, wrapping an almost possessive arm around her shoulders.
    Tom puffed up visibly, his blue eyes narrowing as he straightened. For a moment, it almost looked as if the two would come to blows; making the nervous journalist walk between them to make sure they kept their distance from eachother. Thankfully that seemed to diffuse the two, making their focus shift to her. “I also wanted to see if you would join me for lunch,” the dark haired male continued, the expression in his eyes softening into something that made her skin tingle.
    “I’m flattered by the offer, really, but I have a boyfriend,” she tried to deflect, backing up until she bumped into Ginger’s body. Immediately his arms came around her protectively as a gentle kiss was placed on her temple. Tom, unfortunately, didn’t seem the least bit deterred by this information. In fact, he was almost smiling.
    “Bring him along! I look forward to getting to know the guy that managed to claim such a beautiful creature,” the slightly taller male murmured, his words causing a warm glow of happiness to bloom in her stomach. The bleach blonde behind her only narrowed his eyes, his metaphorical hackles raised.
    A sharp giggle followed by a playful slap filled the cheery ‘living room’ of their suite. “Marilyn, I need to get dressed at some point,” Raven complained with amused exasperation as she finally managed to pull on her jeans despite the rock God’s heated protests.
    “If we don’t get dressed and get some food in us, we’ll spend all day in bed,” she continued, dancing out of his reach as she awkwardly fastened her bra.
    “What if I want to stay in bed with you all day? Do you know how much I’ve longed for the feel of you, the taste of you,” the painfully thin male husked, making an ill timed leap for her that she easily dodged.
    “Because I like to eat, unlike you from the looks of it. When’s the last time you had three meals a day,” the artist scolded lightly, waggling her finger for emphasis as she shimmied into her t-shirt.
    The performer on the floor only heaved a suffering sigh before rolling onto his back to stare up at the ceiling. His long, bony hand splayed on his stomach as an almost thoughtful expression passed over his naked face. “Not since Dita,” he confessed quietly, his skeleton quite visible under his too white skin.
    “Could you... could you maybe try to get back into the habit? Seeing you like this, it just makes me worried for your health,” the freelancer pleaded softly, her concerned eyes tracing the stark outlines of his ribs. She could even see the points of his hips, making her worry spike painfully in her chest. Clearing her throat and turning her gaze from the nearly emaciated male, Raven did her best to get her fear for him under control. It wasn’t as if he was going to die or anything, he just needed to adopt healthier eating habits. She was so focused on keeping her tears at bay that she nearly jumped out of her skin when he wrapped his tattooed arms around her.
    “Of course, if you looked anything like I did I wouldn’t be too happy either. Why don’t you order us some breakfast while I get dressed,” he husked in her ear, giving her temple a brief brush with his lips before he walked back to the bedroom they shared.
    “Don’t you mean lunch?” she called after him after seeing it was around noon.
    “Nope, I feel like breakfast,” he replied over his shoulder with a grin as he continued on his way.
    The freelancer instantly found her gaze traveling to his butt and all her earlier worry melted away. He had agreed after all and she doubted he would be going on any tours for a long while. Smiling to herself, the ebony haired female trotted over to the phone and called down to the front desk. Soon she had been given a complimentary breakfast platter that was rushed up to their suite in what seemed like seconds. It seemed like the hotel was sucking up to them and Raven made a mental note to ask Manson how the registration for their room had gone. At first she thought the behavior was typical of a hotel towards a famous guest but now it seemed more like a ‘don’t sue me’ apology. Snickering just a bit at the strange thought, she removed the dome over the tray to reveal what looked like a bit of everything from the breakfast buffet. “Good to see they were serious about making it up to me,” came an approving baritone, making her turn to to look at the source. What she saw very nearly made her forget her very empty stomach.
    Manson was dressed in what looked to be an all black leisure suit, a red t-shirt sitting under the open jacket. His pants were a form-fitting cotton, tapering with his long legs to slightly covered his black dress shoes. “A bit fancy for breakfast in the room,” she whispered in a slightly husky voice as she found her eyes roving every bit of his attire. Despite her teasing words, she honestly couldn’t approve more of the sight that was given to her right now.
    “I plan on taking you out on the town after we finish eating,” he replied smiling with his now lipstick covered lips. There was also a light dusting of kohl around his eyes as well as a light dusting of white make-up on his face. He was even wearing the fedora she found so dorky in many pictures on the internet.
    Biting her lips against her traitorous giggles, the artist began to pile bacon and scrambled eggs on her plate. She topped the mound of fluffy goodness with a generous dollop of ketchup and a sprinkling of salt. Grabbing a handful of strawberries for dessert, Raven looked up to see Manson giving her a rather amused glance. Feeling a bit self conscious about putting ketchup on her eggs, she gave her taller boyfriend a shy smile. “I like them this way,” she squeaked, weakly defending her choices. To her relief and annoyance, his amusement only grew.
    “You don’t have to explain anything to me besides, I like mine the same way,” he replied, smirking at her as he loaded his own plate with bacon, toast, pancakes and scrambled eggs. True to his word, he added a blop of the infamous tomato condiment on his eggs. To finish it off, he grabbed a handful of assorted fruit before leading the way to the long couch they had shared the other day.
    Grabbing some silverware, Raven followed close behind; sitting next to him while the two of them ate. “So, where are we going?” she asked, looking up at him curiously as she nibbled on her last piece of bacon.
    “Maybe a museum or an aquarium, I haven’t quite decided. It’s too cold to go to the zoo,” he responded, chuckling at her delighted expression.
    Raven loved going to things like museums, aquariums and zoos. She also had an appreciation for Opera as well as plays. Although Manson could have just chosen to go to the mall and she would have been perfectly happy with it. “I haven’t been to the museum in forever,” she replied in excitement, earning a bright smile from the singer next to her.
    “Then the museum it is,” he declared, gathering their plates to set out for housekeeping.
    If the two of them didn’t stop glaring at eachother she was going to scream. Sighing, Amanda picked at her chicken sandwich; something that had sounded delicious before the tension had become unbearable. “Will the two of you stop it? There’s no need for any of this. I’m with Ginger, end of story. Can we just have a nice lunch please?” the brown haired female pleaded, not daring to look up at the two men. Thankfully her plea seemed to do the trick and the tension eased as the trio began to eat.
    Unknown to the content woman, the two kept shooting glares at eachother on occasion. Despite what she had said, Tom simply wasn’t willing to give up without a fight. He had never felt such a deep need for anyone before, making him much more tenacious in his pursuit. None of this was lost on Ginger, the bleach blonde being fairly good at reading people due to his years with Manson. When you lived with a man whose moods could change rather violently on a dime, it was best to be on your toes. The drummer shared the actor’s determination and narrowed his hard, earthy gaze before turning his focus back to his food.
    The rest of the meal passed peacefully, the trio falling into uneasy conversation. There was still an underlying current of distrust between Welling and Fish but at least they were making the effort to talk amiably. They never quite became friendly but the atmosphere lightened enough for Amanda to joke with the duo. By the time they paid their bill and left, there were smiles on the pair’s faces. “Thanks for a nice time Tom but we better get home to assess the damage that Pogo has done in our absence,” the journalist announced, looking apprehensive about the state of her home.
    “The pleasure was all mine,” the star hummed as his rival steered her away. Neither of them noticed his ice blue eyes watching Amanda as she walked. He continued to stand there until the pair was well out of sight, a steely look in his cerulean orbs.
    The fedora and sunglasses were doing their job as evidenced by the fact that no one had bothered the pair since they had left the hotel. A fact that made Raven feel much better about her feeble disguise. Soon she was yammering excitedly about the various dinosaurs, listing off various facts she had learned through various documentaries. When it came to learning things, she was a massive nerd and tended to ramble on and on about a single subject for hours at a time. Though, to Manson’s credit, he endured it all with a wide smile. In fact, the celebrity seemed amused by her factoids; often asking her for more. Right now she was rambling off facts about the Tyrannosaurus Rex. “As it turns out, they actually cared for their young for the first few years of life,” she finished, staring up at the articulated skeleton.
    “I never knew that. Is the t-rex your favorite?” he asked, his left arms slung loosely around her shoulders to hold her close to his side.
    “Yeah actually, though ‘Jurassic Park’ has a lot to do with that. The t-rex in that movie is fucking badass,” she replied, a wide grin on her face as they moved onto the rock exhibit. Most people would find this part of the museum to be boring but she found a lot of the rocks on display beautiful.
    After hours touring the huge building, Manson was finally leading the still enthusiastic Raven out of the museum. “But we only spent a few minutes in the Ancient Egypt section,” she protested, walking along placidly despite her objections.
    “I know but your stomach has been growling for the past half hour. Besides, I have a very special place in mind for dinner,” the rock star replied, amusement clear in his voice as he lead her to her car and opened the passenger door for her. Just hearing his words made a rush of nerves wash through her and she found herself feeling fidgety. This would only be her second time going out to dinner with him and the first time had ended with him singing a song from his new album for her.
    To her surprise, everything seemed to be going fairly normal. They went into a rather nice restaurant, making her feel bad for her casual attire, and were seated by a very patient maitre’d. “I wish you had told me we were coming to a place like this. I would have tried to pack something nice,” she whispered, despite the fact that she really didn’t have much in the way of fancy wear. Manson only smirked at her, raising a hairless brow teasingly.
    “Oh shut up. I have a couple dresses,” she huffed, blushing a bit as she picked up her menu to avoid his intense gaze. Something about his energy seemed different than earlier and she found herself feeling a bit on edge because of it.
    Soon their waiter came to take their order, Raven being calm enough to order something she actually liked this time. Then they were only left with an empty table and eachother. “How did you get into drawing,” the suit wearing male across from her asked before taking a sip of his water.
    “Oh, gee I guess that started when I saw the Lion King in theaters as a ten year old. I started drawing my own characters based on the style of the movie and ended up making up stories for them along the way. I stopped for a few years but picked it back up when I was sixteen. By that time I had improved enough to feel comfortable posting onto a fanart site I had found. It was around that age that I also discovered you and made my own character a... mate. It kind of exploded from there into an entire world,” she replied, smiling at the memory as she looked at his black nailed hands.
    “Why aren’t you working on that?” Manson asked curiously, his question drawing a slightly bitter sigh from the artist across from him.
    “I can only draw animals, animal-like designs, clothing or backgrounds. I’m not too good at humans. That can be kind of a liability in the art world. No one wanted to accept a graphic novel about different animal characters. In the end, I had to give up on that dream to stay alive,” the freelancer responded quietly, taking a drink of water to wash away the pain in her chest.
    One of the things she had always wanted to do was share her character’s stories with the world. To be told over and over that the market would be too niche had been soul-rending. To not be able to do something she felt called to do was gutting but she had to move on in the end. “That’s bullshit! Your art is fantastic and while I don’t know what stories you were going to tell, I can at least say you should have been given a chance,” the celebrity across from her growled, grabbing one of her hands from across the table and drawing her hazel gaze.
    “Marilyn,” the pale woman whispered, her lips parting slightly as the pain inside her faded for a simple, stunned feeling. The look in his whitish blue and brown eyes was pure indignation on her behalf and she could help but feel a bit warm and fuzzy on the inside from the sight of it. Unfortunately their waiter chose that moment to bring their food and the pair had to separate.
    The pair ate their food in companionable silence, each offering the other little bits of their food. By the time their plates were clean, Raven felt quite full and found herself having to turn down Manson’s rather insistent pleas for dessert. “You could always bring it home with you,” he cajoled, waving the waiter over and ordering for them both despite her protests.
    “But I don’t even know if I’ll eat it! I’m just not that big a fan of sweets,” the flustered woman argued, no real fight in her voice. She knew when she had already lost. She just wondered what was so damn important about her getting dessert as well.
    Soon the waiter was setting a covered dome between the pair before leaving them in peace. It was at that moment that Raven noticed Manson looked a little... twitchy. The normally composed male was shifting in place with a slightly nervous look on his lightly made-up face. What on Earth could the ‘God of Fuck’ be nervous about? Shaking off the strange observations, the artist watched as he removed the top to reveal two individual cakes. What was on top of hers instantly explained his behavior and seemed to make all noise in the room fade to a dim hum.
    There, on a tiny piece of paper, was a silver ring crowned with a blood red garnet. The ring itself almost looked like a dragon claw clutching the stone and she suddenly found it hard to draw breath as her heart thudded in her chest. Movement in front of her drew her gaze to a kneeling Manson and she felt her heart instantly stop as her throat began to clog with tears. “Raven, I know we’ve only known eachother a short time and I have caused you more pain than I should have,” he began in a soft, shaky baritone, his mismatched eyes full of fear, love and hope. The stunned female could only swallow thickly as she tried to keep her focus on him and not the people watching what was going on.
    “After losing you and regaining you, I think I can safely say I can’t bear to live my life without you anymore. I know I’m not offering you much. A temperamental alcoholic with a violent streak a mile wide, but, so far you’ve been able to look past all that,” he continued, his eyes watching her reaction closely as he reached for the ring; grabbing it and offering it to her in the palm of his hand.
    “Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?” he whispered, tears edging his own eyes as he waited for her response.
    She was so stunned by the suddenness of it all that she was basically struck speechless. Closing her mouth and clearing her throat, the now crying woman nodded slowly as she felt sheer joy clench her heart. The singer before her gave her a bright smile, slipping the ring on her right ring finger and getting to his feet to pull her into a tight embrace. “I love you,” he rasped in her ear as the crowd cheered around them.
    “I love you too,” she whispered, in a quiet, ecstatic voice as she pressed a light kiss just below his ear. The tightening of his hands on her lower back told her this would be a wild night and she actually felt excited at the prospect.
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