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She's Dead, I'm Alive, I'm Yours	By : Lianne Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Sex Pistols Views: 1618 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of the Sex Pistols. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-She's Dead, I'm Alive, I'm Yours
- 2-Chapter 2
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Chapter Two

Julianne quickly caught up to Sid, who was slightly ahead. As she came up behind him, she took in the sight of his whole body, from his clunky black boots, to his slim, torn black jeans, black leather jacket and messy black spiked hair. His swagger was distinctive, and she found it so bloody attractive.

There were no words to describe what it felt like to walk next to Sid Vicious down a New York sidewalk. Julianne just felt a sense of completion.

They were both chain-smokers, so they walked and smoked, and looked around at everyone they passed by.

“Hey, maybe we should cross over...” said Julianne, as they neared the t-shirt vendor.

“Naw, I wanna check that out.” said Sid, pointing to the vendor.

Julianne felt panicky all of a sudden. She didn’t want Sid to get hurt or angry. She thought he would surely freak out and make a scene.

They started off looking at Rolling Stones shirts, Beatles pins, and the like. Sid was enjoying rifling through a box of pins when he spotted a t-shirt with his own face on it. Julianne realized that he saw it, and bit her lip. She followed him over to the rack, and awaited his reaction. He stared silently at it for what seemed like forever.

He muttered something like “those fuckers”, and then went through the shirts to see how many they had.

Sid found a size small and took it from the rack. Julianne watched as he went over to the vendor and showed him the shirt. She was absolutely shocked when Sid handed the man some money. The vendor then looked like he needed to change his underwear. Sid walked back over to her, and half-smiled.

Julianne stood, looking wide-eyed at Sid Vicious.

“I bought it for you. Put it on.” he said.

“...uh...thanks?” said Julianne.

“Come on, I want you to wear it.” he said.

“Wha–right now?” she said.

“Yeah!” he scoffed.

Sid looked around, and saw a nearby alley.

“‘ere. Over there.” he said, and took Julianne by the hand, over to the alley.

Sid blocked the entranceway to the alley–somewhat–so that Julianne could change into her new t-shirt. He looked odd, holding a shirt with his own face on it. He gave her a look, almost daring her to change in front of him.

Julianne, being who she was,–and Sid being who he was–didn’t hesitate.

She pulled the tank top up over her breasts, which were covered by a scanty black lace bra, and then took it off over her head. She noticed Sid looking down at her breasts, and instantly felt herself get aroused.

Sid handed Julianne the t-shirt, and took her tank top. Julianne was about to put it on when Sid took his leather jacket off, under which he wore nothing. She felt a rush of warmth between her legs as she gazed at his very lean arms and torso, the subtle scars marking his porcelain flesh. He was wearing his special chain and lock necklace. She was especially excited that she was standing in her bra, with a shirtless Sid Vicious in an alleyway.

They shared a few furtive glances, then finished changing.

“That looks good on you.” said Julianne, of the black tank.

“I look good on you.” said Sid, playing with the double entendre.

Julianne blushed. They laughed, and made their way out of the alley and back into the city streets.

“So what you wanna do?” asked Sid.

“Anything.” said Julianne.

Sid looked at Julianne for a moment.

“Anything, eh?” he said.

“Yep.” she said, smiling.

“Kay then, follow me.” he said.

Sid led Julianne down a few more alleys, and they crossed over a few streets, until they were a few blocks from where they had bought the t-shirt. It was very hot now, and they had both worked up a sweat.

“Wait...let’s stop here and have a smoke.” said Julianne, who was getting sweaty and tired of walking.

“Yeah.” he said, then put his arm around her shoulder, and pointed in front of them. “You see that building there, with the orange curtain? See the fire escape? We go up there, and we can do whatever we want.” said Sid, with the cigarette in his mouth.

“Really?” Julianne asked, skeptically.

“Yeah, it’s an old hangout of mine. We got booze up there, drugs, whatever.” he said.

Julianne smiled at him.

“You up for ‘at?” he asked.

“Anything.” she reminded him.

“Cool. Let’s go.” he said.

So they began walking again. It was only a half-block away, so they got there quickly. Sid told Julianne to go first, so she climbed the stairs of the fire escape, up to the very top. She could sense Sid looking at her butt a few times, and she had to smile to herself. They reached the landing, but Julianne was too nervous to open the door. Sid pushed on it, opening it slightly, and peeked in. Seeing it was vacant, he allowed Julianne to go in ahead of him and then closed the door.

It looked like a small apartment or room. The curtain was closed, and there were couch cushions on the floor to sit on. It was a bit grungy, but it wasn’t horrid. In the corner was a mini-fridge that held a bottle of vodka, a few cans of beer, and a couple of packs of cigarettes.

Sid went around gathering the booze and cigarettes, and then he opened a grate in the wall, and pulled out a pretty big bag of cocaine.

Julianne then watched her new friend Sid Vicious, as he brought all the goodies over to her, and sat across from her on a cushion. She thought it was adorable how he moved his cushion so that they were sitting Indian style, with their knees touching.

She smiled sweetly at him, and he smiled quickly back at her. Sid then placed their intoxicants between them in a pile as if it were Halloween candy.
Julianne lit Sid’s cigarette for him as he opened the bottle of vodka, then lit her own. He offered her the first sip, which she thought was oddly courteous of the punk rocker. She took a swig, and the fiery liquor poured down her throat, leaving a pleasant warm trail all the way into her stomach.

Sid drank next, and then took his black leather jacket off. He looked at Julianne for a second, then took the black tank top off.

“I’m done sweating in your shirt now.” said Sid, with a slight laugh.

Julianne laughed, and looked over his chest, his arms, the necklace again.

They just sat smoking, drinking vodka, and gazing at each other for a while.

“So am I making you hot?” said Sid, smiling.

“W-what?” said Julianne.

“The shirt.” he said, smiling more broadly.

“Oh! Um.” was all Julianne could say at the moment.

Sid laughed. Apparently he found it quite amusing that he could make Julianne so flustered.

Julianne gave him a bashful look.

“D’you do coke?” he asked.

“Yeah. Quite a bit, actually.” she said.

“Well you can get it ready, then, chicky.” he said, “It’s been a while”.

“Kay.” she said, and began preparing their lines.

She felt Sid watching her the whole time. She decided to heat things up, figuratively speaking.

“I’m gonna take you off now, Sid. You’re making me too hot after all.” she said teasingly, and she took the t-shirt off.

Julianne then sat in her black lace bra right across from Sid Vicious. Holy shit, she thought. After making sure he was still watching, she nonchalantly continued readying the coke–bending down a bit further, even letting one strap come loose and hang off her shoulder temptingly.

Sid took a gulp of vodka, and cleared his throat. He seemed a bit tense all of a sudden. Wonder why, Julianne thought mischievously.
“Ready?” asked Julianne.

“Mmm. Yeah.” said Sid, through a drag of cigarette.

Julianne smiled at Sid, and held out the pocket-mirror she had formed the lines on. Sid rolled up a bill–which looked suspiciously like a hundred, Julianne thought–and did his line. Sid then stretched his legs out so they were on each side of Julianne, like he did in the bar. He held the mirror out for her as she got ready. She noticed that he was holding the mirror fairly close to his crotch, as he leaned back on his one arm.

Julianne got suggestively onto her knees and bent down to do the coke. As she felt the familiar sensation of the soft powder go up into her nose, she heard Sid sigh. She looked up at his face, and he was looking at the ceiling, puffing on his cigarette. Then looking down, Julianne saw that Sid had become aroused. She could see that he was quite hard under his jeans.

Julianne took the mirror and placed it carefully to the side. She pushed their other goodies to the other side, then looked Sid deeply in the eyes. He was looking back at her with his intense gaze, with even more fire in them than before.

Sid looked somewhat intimidating as he stared hard at Julianne. Without even thinking, Julianne crawled slowly and carefully over and on top of Sid. She held herself up on her hands and knees over him. She was in a straddle position hovering above Sid’s hips, and her hands were on the floor just above his bare shoulders.

Julianne brought her face tentatively toward Sid’s until they were close enough to feel each other’s breath. She waited there a moment, watching Sid’s reactions. She felt his hands touch lightly on her waist. She then moved ever so slightly so that their lips just barely brushed. They were enjoying this intense moment so much that neither wanted to move quite yet. Julianne softly rubbed her lips against Sid’s until he closed the gap, passionately kissing her.

Sid’s hands gently slid up Julianne’s sides and around to her shoulder blades.

Sid touched his warm tongue to Julianne’s lips, and she parted them, her tongue now meeting his. As they kissed, Julianne needed to feel more of Sid. She moved her knees apart, sliding down onto the bulge in his jeans. The sensation caused Julianne to moan airily. She pressed down harder, and was rewarded by Sid groaning quietly and kissing her neck.

Julianne arched her back, and brushed her breasts against Sid’s chest. He undid the black lace bra, and she let it slide off. She bit her lip coyly as he took in the sight of her soft cleavage, and her hardening nipples. His hands came around to her front, and he traced where her bra had been with his fingers, then cupped her firm breasts. She moaned weakly, almost whining, and grinded back and down into Sid, feeling him now even harder and bigger underneath her.

Both of their jeans were becoming burdensome, and so Julianne reluctantly got off of Sid. She quickly slipped out of her jeans, and was halfway through pulling her panties down when she looked up at Sid, who was now stepping out of his jeans. He hadn’t been wearing any underwear, and so was standing naked in front of her, his long, smooth erection sticking out, waiting to be touched.

Julianne felt herself become instantly very wet. She stepped out of her panties and rushed over to Sid, so they could feel each other again, kissing, caressing, touching.

She gently ran her hand along Sid’s entire length, slightly rubbing the palm of her hand against the head, coaxing some pre-cum out. He moaned in her ear, and she felt his hand press against her wet folds. He slipped two of his fingers inside her, and she gasped, holding onto his shoulder for support. Sid moved his fingers in and out for a few moments while the heel of his hand bumped against Julianne’s clit. She was so wet that they could hear Sid’s fingers fucking her. They couldn’t control themselves anymore.

Julianne whimpered when Sid ceased fingering her. He half-pushed, half-guided her down onto her back on the large, flat cushions. They each felt at that point that they couldn’t live without being pressed together. They couldn’t bear to be apart, and Julianne was panting and nearly clawing at Sid, trying to get closer. He quickly lowered himself onto her, and they kissed passionately.

Julianne wrapped her arms around Sid, pulling him down by his sides and back. Sid obliged, and rubbed the wet tip of his cock up and down her slit a few times. She was nearly coming already, when Sid nudged against her opening. Julianne lifted her legs up and around Sid’s waist and arched her back, so that their sweat-covered torsos were touching.

Sid thrust in roughly, filling her completely. Julianne cried out at the sudden sensation. They started rocking together gently for a moment as Sid allowed Julianne time to adjust and relax. She moaned and started rubbing her legs up and down a bit, and Sid knew she wanted to be thoroughly fucked.

Julianne felt Sid’s body cover her own, as he lowered himself and started ramming into her hard and fast. She could feel his spiky hair moving against her cheek and ear. He was breathing harshly, and she made little whimpers and moans. She loved the feeling she got when he would nearly pull out, and then slam back into her.

They were both very hot and sweaty now. Sid’s thrusts were getting faster and harder, and Julianne felt her clit being rubbed and bumped into by his lower abdomen and pubic bone. Sid grunted as he pounded into her a few last times, then he came hard, spilling into her as he slipped in and out. They could hear the wet noises of their sex. Julianne easily reached a powerful orgasm, and she felt some warmth leak out onto her butt as she came.

Sid sort of slumped on top of Julianne as they panted, trying to catch their breath. They were both blown away by what had just happened.

February 2nd, 1979

Julianne awoke with a chill. She pulled the blanket back over her arm, and turned over. She gazed lovingly at Sid, who was sound asleep.

As Julianne watched him, she couldn’t tell if he was breathing or not.

“Sid?” she said, leaning closer to him, “you okay?”

Silence.

“Sid?”

“Mmph.” He groaned.

Julianne was relieved at this sign of life.

“You okay?” she asked again.

Sid rolled over and looked her in the eye. He saw her worried expression. Putting a hand to her cheek, he said,

“I’m okay, babe.”

Julianne smiled brightly as he laid down facing her, their noses nearly touching. He placed his hand warmly on her lower abdomen, and kissed her.

~*~*~*~

Julianne had no way of knowing, but she had saved his life. This was the morning Sid Vicious would have died if she hadn’t crossed his path.
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