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Good Morning Little Schoolgirl	By : Linda_Linda Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Led Zeppelin Views: 4197 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is unfortunately a work of FICTION (the OC is, uhm, high-school me). I do not know Jimmy Page or Led Zeppelin. I make NO money from this. Pairing: Jimmy Page/author.

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SMUT WARNING
~CHAPTER TWO~
“Linda. Linda, are you all right?”
Someone’s talking. Oh, the pain, the pain. Where am I?
Slowly I open my eyes. The heaviness on my chest is gone and I can breathe again. Jimmy's face is blurred, but I can tell he’s worried.
“What happened?”
“You fell off the ladder and the book hit you in the chest. I guess music theory hit you where it hurts…” He trails off. “Are you okay?”
“I don’t know. I guess.” I gasp in pain. It’s hard to take a deep breath.
“I’m sorry,” he says. “Can you walk?” I think I can, but I say no. I’d like him to carry me.
“I didn't think so. You've probably got some damn bad bruises on your legs from where you got tangled in the ladder as you fell.” I try to raise my head enough to roll up my pants legs and see, but he presses me back. “Don’t move too much. Just relax; I’m gonna take you upstairs so you can lie down.”
He slips his hands under me and lifts me gently, carrying me some way before we reach a staircase. Before I close my eyes, I notice he’s taken off his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt enough to expose pale skin and soft hair. I want to touch it, but I’m so tired. I rest my head on his shoulder.
He lays me down on a bed, soft as a cloud, and kisses the top of my head. “I’m sorry. I should have helped you get that book.”
I grasp his hand in wordless affection. “It’s okay.”
“No. Nothing’s okay.” He bows his head in apology. “I just…I’m sorry. Is there anything I can do?”
“Kiss it and make it better?” I volunteer, smiling.
“My thoughts exactly,” he sighs, leaning in and slowly unbuttoning my sweater. My bra is exposed and I feel a bit naked. Suddenly my mind is afire with worries. What if, what if, what if?
Jimmy silences the doubtful thoughts with a gentle stroke of his finger down the middle of my chest. He swears as the full extent of my injury is revealed. “Oh, Linda… you’re gonna be bruised for days.” His eyes show genuine sadness, but a little something else.
“Are you gonna kiss it better or what…?” I ask, ever impatient.
He doesn't speak. He just lies down next to me and puts one arm around my waist, asking silent permission before ever so slightly brushing his lips against the mottled black and blue spot. Even with his gentleness I wince.
“Ow.”
“Poor Linda,” he breathes, moving to kiss my neck. “Should I work some magic to make it feel better?”
Magic…? “Sure.”
He kisses the bruise one, two, three, four, five times, then murmurs some words I don’t understand. A few seconds later, the pain is gone.
“Oh Jimmy that’s amazing.”
Jimmy nods and gently pushes his thigh between my legs, his large hands almost encircling my waist. The warm whoosh of his breath against me is exciting. Forget what anyone says or does. I want this.
He reaches under me and plays with the clasp of my bra, tugging it gently. “May I?”
I have to say yes.
He opens it, peeling the fabric away, kissing every inch of skin as it is exposed. “Oh my god, Linda,” he sighs, “you’re so beautiful.” He nuzzles away the marks from the too-tight straps and underwire, and I grab his shoulders and hug him close as he gently bites my nipples, then soothes the hurt with a lick.
I close my eyes, hardly able to speak. This is too…amazing. I've thought of being close to him like this for the longest time, and now it’s happening.
“Linda? Can I eat your pussy? It feels really good…”
“Huh?” I snap out of my thoughts and look up at him.
“Would you mind too much?”
“Please do,” I beg.
He makes like he’s going to do it, then gets back up and kisses my cheek. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. C’mon Jimmy, stop teasing.”
Slowly he kisses down my body until he reaches my waist, then opens the button and zipper with his teeth, moving hot, moist lips over me through the fabric. I whimper and reach down to hold his head in place. He yanks my – his, actually – pants down and kisses my swollen clit, smiling when I gasp. The pants drop off onto the floor and my legs dangle off the edge of the bed. He lifts them up onto his shoulders and gets closer.
“Mmmmm, Linda, you’re already” – he rubs his finger over my pussy and licks off my honey – “all wet for me.” He dives in and I nearly pass out.
“Oh, Jimmy. Ahhh. Jimmy.” I stroke his hair as he slips his tongue into me and flicks it in and out, then licks over the opening until I breathe hard and my pussy runs wetness. He reaches up to rub my boobs and I moan louder.
“Mm.” He continues, holding me down and licking harder, circling my clit with his hot pink tongue. Eventually he begins to work his fingers inside me, seeking something largely unexplored and unproven. He rubs his fingertips over the rough spot and I cry out in pleasure. “Ohhh! Oh Jimmy, Jimmy, please…”
So it does exist, I can hear him think. Apparently he used to read a lot of medical textbooks before he discovered his passion for music…
And music, I suppose, is the only thing that comes close to describing the way my pleasure builds as he’s doing this, it’s just like the tension in the bridge of a popular song. The music gets louder and more fervent until – boom. Everything falls apart, but beautifully, and the fall takes my breath away.
When I open my eyes, we are both panting, me in loss of breath, him in arousal. Jimmy's still licking and kissing me. Sweet relief. He was right. It does feel really good. He licks me clean, swallowing, and I can feel him push his raging boner against the side of the bed.
Then Jimmy’s pleasuring himself. His arm moves up and down and his hand is wrapped around his dick though I can’t see it. It’s pretty dark now, but his silhouette is clear against the window behind him, and his pale skin almost glows in the twilight.
“I love you, sugar,” he gasps as he thrusts into his hand and begins to moan and groan. He’s flushed from his face to his chest, and his breathing grows faster and more ragged. He looks right at me as his lip curls in pleasure. Then he closes his eyes, gives a huge shudder, throws his head back and says:
“Ah, Linda, you’re so – fuck, I’m gonna, Linda, I’m gonna…ahhhhhhh…”
After a hot climax, his moans peter out and he bows his head to catch his breath, then pulls out a handkerchief to clean up, zipping back up before he collapses forward and lays his head on my chest.
Eventually his panting slows and he moves up my body. Our lips lock in a passionate kiss, tongues exploring each other’s mouths, and he lays down beside me. The mattress sinks down a little and he pulls me close.
We stay like that for a long time. I drift in and out of a strange slumber, dreaming one moment, in real life the next. He talks to me but I don’t really hear his words. They sound sweet, yet I have lost all ability to rationalize or comprehend. I understand only animallike noises, sighs of contentment and bliss. We doze off, holding each other as if we could never let go.
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