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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.

Chapter List
- 1-Just Pretend
- 2-Two
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When I finally came around in the morning, I could feel my head pounding when I tried to lift my head. I groaned sleepily, laying my head back down. The pillowcase felt strange… not unpleasant; it was cool on my face. And then I realized that it was silk.
I didn’t have silk pillowcases.
The memories from the previous night came back to me in flashes. Coming to Celia’s birthday party, being confronted by my ex-boyfriend, playing a drinking game… I then remember that I went to the guest bedroom to sleep off the alcohol.
The sensations came back to me in much more vivid flashes. The feeling of Robert’s lips on my neck, making out with him in the guest bedroom. I remembered him being an excellent kisser…
A sudden feeling of dread filled me as I realized what had happened. The memory of me pulling Robert into bed with me came back to me, and a feeling of humiliation came over me. Whether or not he had actually gone for it didn’t feel relevant at the moment. I had made a fool out of myself.
When I found myself able to raise my head enough without my head aching, I raised up enough to try and see what kind of state I was in. I felt relieved when I realized that I was fully clothed.
I was alone in the bed, I realized as the soft sunlight illuminated the room enough for me to make out what was what. Robert must have gotten up and left once he sobered up enough to realize that he had fallen asleep with me.
The memories of what I had said and done came back to me clearly. I had been so much more careless and candid in my actions, and it felt like the alcohol would have melted away any consequence.
“I actually wish we weren’t a pretend couple,” my own voice echoed back to me.
My stomach lurched suddenly, and I was out of bed in an instant as I ran towards the connected bathroom. I was kneeling in front of the toilet, releasing the contents of my stomach from the night before.
Why the fuck do I think I can handle drinking? I’ve always been a lightweight drinker. And this shit smells horrible… I think to myself as I continue vomiting, making a vow to never drink again.
The words I had uttered to him replay back in my head. I felt like I was a little girl again, afraid of sharing my room with anyone at a sleepover because of what I might say in my sleep. “I wish we weren’t a pretend couple” could have turned into a much more candid rambling in my drunken state.
“I wish we weren’t a pretend couple, I’ve actually been in love with you since high school, Robert. Yes, even when I was with Adam. I had actually only gotten with Adam because I wanted to make you jealous because I hated seeing you with your girlfriends. Oh and I also thought of you every time I was in the sack with Adam, hahaha!”
Horror filled me as my brain began to run away with itself, admitting things that I have always been afraid to admit, even to myself. There’s no way I said that. There’s no fucking way I said that!
I heard the door to the guest bedroom open.
“Y/N?” Robert’s voice called out. “Are you in here?”
I didn’t know if I felt dread or relief when I realized that he was still here. I was unable to answer as I continued vomiting into the toilet. I heard footsteps coming towards the bathroom.
God, fuck no, please don’t let him see me like this, I’ve already made myself look pathetic enough-
The door opened and Robert’s tall frame filled the doorway as he looked down at me, his curls framing his beautiful face.
“Oh, you poor thing…” He knelt beside me, holding my hair out of my face as I continued vomiting.
When I was finally finished, he had a wet rag ready for me as he wiped my mouth. I took comfort in the cold wetness, in the fact that it was being handled by him. He ran his hand through my hair, and I felt a comforting sensation come over me.
“I’m sorry…”
He chuckled softly. “It’s okay… it’s happened to all of us. C’mere…” He lifted me to my feet. “I brought you breakfast.”
He led me back to the bed and the smell of eggs, bacon, and toast wafted from the tray that he had set down on the bedside table. A pot of coffee along with two mugs lay beside it.
“You… didn’t have to do this…”
“I wanted to,” he said as he brought the tray over to me and set it in my lap. “And besides, Celia’s mum was the one who made it…”
My brow furrowed. “She’s back already?”
He nodded. “She got back this morning. We’re in a much better state than the rest of the party guests. Someone had crashed bare-arse naked on the kitchen counter…”
Robert was cutting up some of the scrambled eggs and offered me some on the fork. I ate some, closing my eyes. Celia’s mum had used just a little bit of milk in them to make them fluffy. Just the way I liked them…
“Good?” A small smirk played on his beautiful lips. His beautiful, kissable lips.
I chuckled. “You’re taking the fake couple thing so seriously, that you’re feeding me breakfast in bed…”
His smirk widened. “Most girls would kill for me to feed them breakfast in bed.”
I rolled my eyes. “God, you’re so full of yourself.” I knew he was right though.
He was pouring some coffee into each of the mugs. “You could take it even more seriously and eat it off my body. Then you’d have a reason to take another shot next time we play the – fuck!” I had taken the pillow behind me and chucked it at his head, causing him to move the coffee pot and spill the hot liquid on his lap.
I jumped up and ran to him, grabbing a handful of the napkins that he had brought in. “Shit, Robert, I’m sorry—“ I rubbed the napkins over where I had caused him to spill the coffee.
Which happened to be his inner thigh. He didn’t push me away as he watched me attempt to sop up the coffee that had already seeped through the fabric of his trousers.
I felt heat come to my cheeks as I saw the way he was looking at me.
“It’s okay, darling… it’s just coffee.” He took my hand. “I think I spilled some up here too, so if you could move it a little higher—“ My face went aflame as I realized he was moving my hand towards the bulge in his trousers.
I yanked my hand away and pushed him away. “You’re such a child.”
He laughed at how red my face got. “A man can dream, can’t he?”
My heart was racing in my chest but I rolled my eyes as if I didn’t care, though the blush in my cheeks gave me away.
I turned my attention back to the breakfast on my plate, eating the crispy bacon with small bites. Robert was nibbling on some toast as he watched me.
We both sat in silence for what felt like long moments before he asked, “Did you mean what you said last night?”
“Mean what?” I asked, trying to act like I was too drunk to remember what I had said. But once again, the flush in my cheeks gave me away.
“You know what I mean... about wishing we were a real couple.”
My eyes slowly went up to meet his, and my breath seemed to catch in my throat. His gaze was intense and so blue.
Finally, I managed to force the words out. “I-I don’t know.”
Robert rolled his eyes and ran his hands through his blond curls. “What do you mean you don’t know? I’ve always liked you. Even when we were kids. I... hated seeing you with Adam. That guy is a complete wanker.”
I narrowed my eyes. “What? Why didn’t you say something sooner?”
Robert shrugged. “I guess you just seemed happy with him at first...”
I turned to face him. “I had initially got with him because I hated seeing you run off with so many girls. I thought being with him would make you jealous. You didn’t stop with these girls... so I assumed you didn’t care. So, I stayed with him.”
The corner of his mouth lifted slightly as a smirk formed on his face. “You never liked him?” He was so smug about it, that it was almost infuriating.
I sighed. “I did at first… but the longer we dated, the more controlling he became.”
Robert scratched the back of his head nervously. I had never seen him get so flustered before, he always seemed so confident around women. “Y’know… if we were ever dating, I’d never try to control you.”
“Have you ever even been in a committed relationship before?”
He looked offended. “Yes.”
“Who?”
Robert’s eyes narrowed and I could see the wheels in his head turning as he tried to remember.
“That girl I dated for a year… Shelly,” he finally said.
I raised an eyebrow. “You were 16.”
“But it lasted a long time.”
I finished my breakfast and stood up. “I need to go.”
Robert stood up along with me. He towered over me, and I must have been very hungover to be taken aback as I remembered how tall he was.
“I’ll drive you home. I need to go to the studio for band rehearsal, and your house is on my way to the studio.”
“I’ll be fine. I took my car here, remember?”
“But you’re still disoriented.”
My brow furrowed. “No, I’m not. And you had more to drink than I did.”
“But you’re a lighter-weight drinker than I am. You could get sick on the way there.”
It was then that I realized he was just looking for an excuse to spend time with me. He acted as if he might never see me again.
I decided to be bold despite my heart racing in my chest. I gently placed my hand on his chest and stood on my tiptoes to reach his face before kissing him on the cheek. I felt his hand on the small of my back as he pulled me closer.
“I’ll see you later, okay? How about I come by the studio later?” I whispered in his ear in a voice that I was trying to make sound seductive but it sounded pathetic to my own ears.
I could feel him grow hard against my stomach, and I thought my heart was going to explode out of my chest.
“I-I’d like that…” he said, his voice coming out as a whimper. Sordid thoughts filled my head as I thought of all the other ways I could make him whimper.
When we left the guest bedroom, Celia’s mum was in the kitchen washing up dishes. She looked slightly annoyed that her daughter’s friends had made such a mess in her house. I thanked her for the breakfast before heading out the door with Robert behind me.
“You’ll come to the studio with me later?” he asked as I got into my car.
“Of course,” I told him. I needed to get home and wash the vomit out of my hair, and freshen my breath up. A small part of me was eager that he might kiss me again.
As I drove home, I was unable to keep my thoughts from going back to our conversation in the guest bedroom, and his gentle touch as he cared for me when I was sick.
When I got home, I immediately freshened up and changed into fresh clothes. I decided to cook some kugel to bring to Robert in the studio since it would most likely be lunchtime by the time I got there. I knew that the rest of the band would most likely dig into it as well so I cooked a large enough kugel to feed a family.
It was noon when I left, driving towards the studio building, the kugel sitting in the passenger seat beside me.
I pulled into the car park, and was pleased to see that Robert was outside waiting for me, waving his arms over his head and jumping up and down. I couldn’t help but laugh; he looked like a cartoon character.
He ran towards my car once I was fully parked. “You came! I want to formally introduce you to the band. They’re inside the studio.” He was bouncing up and down on the heels of his feet excitedly, causing his wild mane of blond curls to bounce with him.
I giggled. “Of course, I came. I told you I would. Did you think I would set you up?”
He stopped bouncing and looked sheepish. “I thought… that maybe you were embarrassed about last night.”
I felt my cheeks heat up as I got out of my car with the kugel in my arms. Of course, I was embarrassed. I let him know that I couldn’t hold my liquor and that liquor may as well be truth serum with me because I still don’t know everything that I confessed to him.
“I’m not embarrassed…” I handed him the foil-covered container. “I cooked this for you.”
Robert’s eyes lit up. “What’s this for?”
“To thank you for taking care of me this morning when I was sick…”
He put an arm around me as he led me into the studio building. “You didn’t have to do this.”
I shrugged as he led me up the stone steps.
“By the way, I told the rest of the band that you were my girlfriend…” he said sheepishly.
I felt my heart drop into my stomach.
“You what !?”
He used his free hand to push my hair away from my neck to expose the extra love bites he had marked me with last night. My eyes widened in horror.
“W-we’re still playing this game…?” I stammered.
His blue eyes softened as he looked at me. “I don’t want this to be a game anymore…”
My heart was hammering in my chest now. I fidgeted my hands. “So it’s official then? We’re dating now?”
A small blush came to his cheeks and I could see that he was just as flustered as I was. My heart swelled in my chest as I realized how cute that made him.
“I think… we should see where it goes.”
Robert led me inside and Bonzo was inside, having an animated conversation with Jimmy Page and John Paul Jones. The studio room smelled of tobacco and marijuana.
Bonzo turned around to look at us entering and gave me a smile. Robert had a possessive arm around my waist.
“Guys, you remember Y/N, don’t you? She’s come to some of our gigs. You already know Bonzo. This is Jimmy Page and John Paul Jones, whom we affectionately call Jonesy.”
Jimmy was already a well-known guitarist in the music scene, having played with The Yardbirds and his friendship with Jeff Beck. He had a round, boyish face which was framed by his thick black hair. Jonesy had a quiet, shy demeanor as he sort of stayed in the back with his bass guitar as he nodded towards me in acknowledgment. I had seen them when I showed up at their gigs to hear Robert and Bonzo, but this was the first time we were ever formally introduced.
“She’s my girlfriend,” Robert stated matter-of-factly. I felt my heart racing in my chest, causing me to visibly flinch, which caused Bonzo to burst out laughing.
I swallowed. “It’s true…” My cheeks were aflame.
Robert held out the kugel that I had brought. “You don’t mind if I share this with the others, do you?”
I shook my head. “No… I made enough for a family on purpose.”
Jimmy and Jonesy seemed to immediately take a liking to me as they realized that I was going to feed them. Robert set the kugel down on a table as everyone gathered around to get a serving.
I listened to them talk as we ate lunch together. Jimmy’s band had been going by The New Yardbirds for the last few months, and he needed to think of a new name because his former bass player was sending him a cease and desist.
“What ideas did you have?” I asked him. Robert had his arm draped over my shoulder, and I was leaning into him, wanting to milk this for all it was worth, and I didn’t even know if he was serious about wanting to date me.
Jimmy scratched his chin in deep thought. He was four years older than Robert but had a baby face, not a hair on his face. “I was thinking… of ‘Lead Balloon.’”
Everyone stared at him, Jonesy giving him a straight-up deadpan expression as if waiting for him to tell us that he was joking.
Jimmy looked at us with a frown. “What?”
Robert shook his head. “We’ll still have plenty of time to come up with a name that won’t have the audience laughing their arses off.”
After lunch, I stayed and listened to the band rehearse. The amount of chemistry that the four of them had was unbelievable, and I seemed to be in a trance as they performed.
When they were finally finished, Robert approached me and must have noticed how flushed he had made me during Dazed And Confused because he had a smug smirk on his face.
“How was that?” I felt my heart race as he placed his hands on my waist and pulled me against him.
“You were incredible, as always,” I muttered breathlessly.
He hummed as he pulled me into a kiss, and this was different than any kiss he had given me before when he was supposedly pretending.
The atmosphere that the music had created made him very horny.
Bonzo was joking around behind us, but I hardly heard what he was saying, my heart was pounding in my ears as I pressed my forehead against Robert’s once the kiss broke.
Jimmy was prattling on about the recording of their new album as Robert pushed my hair away from my neck so that the hickeys he had left there were in full view. He smirked when he saw my embarrassed expression.
When rehearsal was finally over, Robert asked me to come over to his flat, which was just down the street from the studio. I didn’t have to ask why. When I agreed, he eagerly led me to his car.
“Wait— what about my car? I don’t want it to get towed.”
“I’ll have Bonzo drop it off at your house for you,” he said while getting into his truck. I slid into the passenger seat beside him, linking my seatbelt in.
During the short ride to his flat, Robert told me about some records that he wanted me to listen to with him, as if trying to seem like he wasn’t eager to get me into bed. The closer we got to his home, the more my stomach did anxious little flips at the thought of what would happen once we were finally alone.
When he pulled into the driveway of his flat, I trembled slightly as I got out of the car with him. He linked his arm through mine and led me up to the second floor.
His flat was a cozy space, and I could smell the sweet aroma of weed once I stepped through the door. There was a pile of records sprawled out on the floor of his living room that he had forgotten to pick up before he left.
His bedroom was right down the small hallway, as I could see through the open door that he hadn’t made his bed this morning. A small part of me wondered how many women he had shared that particular bed with but I shoved that thought away as I told myself that it didn’t matter. It was in the past.
Robert noticed me trembling and gently wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close.
“Are you okay…?”
I steadied myself against him. “Yeah… I’ve just… I’ve never done this before.”
He brushed a strand of hair out of my face and behind my ear. His blue eyes were soft as he looked at me. “You’ve never had…”
I sighed. “That’s not what I meant… I meant I’ve never fucked my best friend before.”
He laughed at my bluntness. I could feel his gaze on my neck, and a chill ran through me as I thought of his lips on my neck again. “Well, I can promise you I won’t disappoint, darling.”
Darling… I couldn’t help but shiver at the sound of the pet name coming from his velvety voice. He leaned down to capture my mouth in another kiss, this one hungrier than the last.
I kissed him back with equal fervor, wounding my hands through his thick hair. He pressed his hips up against mine so that I could feel how hard he was. I felt my core flutter in anticipation.
When he eventually had to pull back for air, he gazed down at me, his face flushed and his eyes dark with desire. I was breathing heavily as I steadied myself against his chest.
“You… said that you had some records you wanted me to hear…?”
He let out a breathy chuckle. “I…I’m debating on that right now…”
My eyes darkened with lust. “Let me make it easier for you…” I got down on my knees and unbuckled his trousers. I could hear him breathe in sharply.
He was so hard, that his erection almost caused the seams of his trousers to burst. I thought about how good it would feel to grind against it, the look on his face as delicious friction rocked through both of us. But for now, I focused on setting his cock free.
It was much larger than I had anticipated. So large, that confining it to his tight trousers and boxers seemed to be unnatural. I wrap my hands around his shaft, stroking his slowly, trying to warm it between my hands.
He was breathing unevenly as I continued. I could see the precum slowly leaking out and I gently smeared it over the erect head with my tongue, causing him to shudder as his hand gripped the back of my head, entwining his fingers through my hair.
I swirled my tongue around his tip as my eyes glared up at him. He whimpered softly — a sound that made me so wet between my thighs — as I began to take him deeper into my mouth.
He groaned as if this was the best blowjob anyone had ever given him. And perhaps it was. I had always been very good with my mouth. I clutched his arse with both hands as I continued to suck him off. He was breathing heavily as he thrust his hips steadily.
His cock hit the back of my throat, and I gagged slightly, but quickly controlled my gag reflexes. The feeling of my throat contracting around the tip of his cock caused him to groan loudly.
“F-fuck… you feel… h-heavenly…”
I reached my hands back to his front and began fondling his balls — which were the size of lemons. The sounds of his moans were like music to my ears. And since recording them would most likely be unethical, I tried to commit them to memory.
He pulled out of my mouth before he had the chance to come down my throat. He pulled me to my feet, wiping away the tears that I was unaware I had shed from gagging on his cock. He kissed me hungrily again before leading me into his bedroom.
We couldn’t get undressed fast enough. Soon, we were both naked on his bed, and my eyes roamed over his lean, lithe body. He nudged my legs apart before settling between them. His cock was hard as a rock as he massaged the tip against my swollen clit.
My back arched sharply off the bed as I cried out in ecstasy.
He smirked. “I’ve barely touched you.”
His cock was resting against my stomach. It was unbelievably hard and so large, I wondered how it was going to fit inside me.
I panted heavily. “Do that again… it felt so good…”
Robert smirked, and took his cock in his hand, leading it to my clit again. He firmly massaged the tip against my clit again, and pleasure shot through me again.
“Like that?”
My moans were so lewd and dirty sounding, that I had a hard time believing they were coming from my mouth. “Yes… oh gods…”
He kept it up, watching me writhe and mewl underneath him. I could feel him teasingly slide his tip shallowly into my folds, and I yelped in surprise.
“You like that?”
I panted heavily and nodded quickly. “Deeper… please…”
He continued massaging his tip against my throbbing bud. “Are you on the pill?”
The colour drained from my face as I remembered I had quit taking the pill after Adam and I stopped seeing each other. I had been so caught up in the lust, I had completely forgotten.
“N-no…”
Robert sighed and I could see him struggling to make himself stop. My body screamed, not wanting him to stop. I wanted him to fuck me now, and we could worry about the consequences later.
Robert made his way over to his nightstand, and I could hear wrappers rustling around as he pulled a condom pack out, and tore open the packaging with his teeth. The fact that he had so many ready just solidified my belief that he had many other women in his bedroom before me. But I shoved these thoughts away. That was all in the past now, I reminded myself.
He rolled the condom onto his length before crawling over me again. I looked up at him, spreading my legs welcomingly.
He pressed his tip against my clit again before sliding it down to enter me slowly. I was so wet, he slid into me with ease. My face contorted with pleasure as I felt him stretching me out. I wanted to keep my eyes open, to gauge his reaction but the feeling of him inside me was just too intense.
I heard him grunt. “You’re so fuckin’ tight…”
I couldn’t make any intelligible sounds; all I could do was babble as he quickened his pace, thrusting in and out of me with ease.
When I got past the intense feeling of being stretched out, I managed to match his pace as our hips found an erotic rhythm.
I was breathing heavily as I bucked up to meet his thrusts. My walls clenched around him the deeper he went, and I could see his face contort as he winced in pleasure.
We moved as if we had done this many times before. Our bodies seemed to fit together as if they were tailored for one another, and they moved as if they had always known what the other wanted.
Robert’s thumb found my clit again as he kept up his steady thrusts. My back arched sharply again, and he grinned smugly. He continued rubbing my clitoris while still inside me until I had my first orgasm that night.
He was still grinning smugly as he pulled out of me, my juices coating the latex that covered his cock. I felt very empty inside, and wanted to pull him back in.
He grabbed me by my hips and rolled me over onto my stomach. He ordered me to prop myself up on my hands and knees, and I did as he asked.
He ran his hands over my arse before giving it a firm smack. I gasped. Finally, I felt him take his still-hard cock and rub it over my soaked pussy. There was hardly any warning before he thrust back into me sharply.
Robert kept an iron grip on my hips as he fucked me hard and fast, doggy style. I gripped the sheets below us, as I felt him pound into me from behind. My hair was dangling in my face, so I could hardly see anything.
“I’m going to ruin this perfect little cunt for anyone else,” he grunted as he kept up his firm pace. “I’m going to ruin you so that you won’t ever crave anyone else’s cock except for mine.”
I wasn’t used to hearing him talk so dirty. But the lewd words sounded so hot in his velvety voice, and I moaned as I pushed back against him.
I could feel his tight balls slapping against my clit as he thrust faster, practically slamming himself into me. The bed was now creaking and shaking underneath our movements, and the sound of our skin slapping against each other echoed off the walls.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, Robert reached a hand around to rub my clit; slowly but firmly. I gripped the bed sheets tighter, my eyes rolling back into my head as ecstasy overtook me like a wave I was unable to brace myself against.
My orgasm was like being struck by a tidal wave as I was knocked off my senses, my limp body being knocked to the floor by the violent waves of ecstasy and euphoria. If it weren’t for Robert holding onto me firmly with his iron grip, I most likely would have drowned in this metaphorical ocean. Which wouldn’t have been an unpleasant way to die.
I must have blacked out at one point because when I came to again, I was lying on my face on the bed. Robert was still behind me. I could hear him grunting breathlessly and was moving inside me in a frenzy. He was riding out his orgasm, I realized as I heard him whimpering, and then felt his cock soften inside me.
He buried his face in my neck, and I could feel his breath on my neck. “Wow… that was…” He laughed breathlessly. “… fuck …”
When we were finally able to pull apart, we both lay on his bed together, and he pulled his blanket over both of us. I was so dazed and exhausted, that I could barely keep my eyes open as I registered the feeling of his naked caresses against my skin, and his gentle kisses against my lips.
“I told you I wouldn’t disappoint, didn’t I?” He still sounded so smug, even though I heard him whimpering just moments before.
I mumbled sluggishly as I rested my head on his chest. He had a modest amount of chest hair that seemed to build up over his abdomen. I lazily ran my fingers over his chest.
“I’m in love with you…” I whispered into his skin.
His arms wrapped around me as he held me tight against him, breathing in the scent of my hair. His bedroom now smelled of sex and sweat — we were both covered in a sheen of sweat.
“Oh, Y/N… I’ve loved you for so long…” He wound his hand through my hair. “Promise me you’ll stay with me… that you won’t leave.”
Our skin was tacky, causing us to stick together as we lay in each other’s arms. It suddenly didn’t matter who we had been with before, or what was said or done. We could stay here forever if we wanted, just glued to each other.
And that’s exactly what I planned on doing.
My eyes met his, and his gaze was warm. I could get lost in his eyes, and never leave.
“I promise.” And I sealed that promise with a passionate kiss.
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