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Brokenhearted Dolls	By : Quillholder Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Green Day Views: 1956 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Green Day. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N: Thanks for the reviews, I love them. They make me want to write more, faster! This one gets steamy, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don’t own them. “Until I Met You” is by Mest, and “Without You.” is MXPX.

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Billie was confused at hell, but he didn’t mind so much with Rhiannon kissing him like she was drowning and he was her only life preserver. He slipped his hand under her shirt and felt the cool, smooth skin of her back. She whimpered and ground her hips into his.

Shit, this was getting hot fast. And this was certainly not the place nor the time, but Billie felt like throwing her down on the grass and pounding into her in front of everyone who might pass by. The bulge in his pants bordered on painful now, her sweet, warm hips cuddling him just right.

“Jesus, Rhi.” He said breaking away from her for air. She made a noise of disappointment and tried to pull him back to her. He crushed her up against his chest, propping his chin on her head inhaling the lavender shampoo she must have used this morning.

“Baby, this isn’t the place.” He whispered, trying to control his breathing.

“I know, I just…”

“C’mon, lets go home.”

Rhiannon was elated on the ride home, but quiet. She was excited that she had been able to let Billie Joe get close to her, but then it hit her that when they reached his house, she was going to have to explain everything to him. Fuck, fuck, fuck. It mad her feel dirty and used just to think about what happened. Repeating it would be a million times worse.

She was silent as they walked in the house and sat down in the living room. Billie waited for her to speak.

“Rhi…”

“I’ll tell you. Give me a minute, ok?” she said, big fat tears rolling down her cheeks.

“Rhiannon, baby.” He said, pulling her onto his lap holding her close. He wiped the tears from her cheeks with the pad of his thumb. Calloused hands. The hands of a musician, like hers.

Somehow this made it easier and without thinking about it Rhiannon began to talk. “A year ago, I was dating this guy. He seemed nice enough, fairly intelligent, for a football player. He kept pushing me to sleep with him but I didn’t want to. I wasn’t ready. He…” she took a deep breath. “One night, he came to my house. It was pretty late, I was in the studio, working on a new song; my dad was gone on a business trip. I answered the door and told him to go home. He just pushed past me, pushed me down on the carpet, hitting me.

“He kept calling me a stupid whore, raped me, all the while hitting me. At some point, I blacked out from the pain. Wendy found me the next morning, took me to the hospital. I was pretty for a while. Colorful bruises all over my body. Four stitches here.” She added, lifting her hair, showing him a faint scar across her scalp. “For a long while, I jumped at everything. I couldn’t even let my dad hug me without panicking. I couldn’t get close to anyone physically or mentally. I had trusted Reed, cared about him even, and look where that got me. But you… I didn’t even think, you kissed me and I didn’t panic. I wasn’t scared.” She finished in a whisper, looking up at him.

Billie was seething with anger. Someone had hurt his little angle. Whoa, since when was she his angel? Since now. Since he realized there was no letting her go.

“What happened to him.” He asked so softly Rhiannon had to strain to hear him.

“He’s in jail, for quite a few years yet.”

“Damn.”

“What?”

“I wanted to kill him. I don’t think I could get at him while he’s in prison.”

“Oh Billie.” She laughed, pulling him down to her level, kissing him. “Make me forget.” She whispered against his lips. “Make me forget how he made me feel.”

Billie kissed her like a dying man. He would make her forget. She wouldn’t think about anything but his touch from now on. He laid her back on the couch, kissing and biting softly down her neck. She arched into him. He tugged at the zipper down her back, pulling her corset off. He leaned back, taking in her perfect breasts. He looked into her eyes and she nodded and he filled his hands with them. Perfect, just more than a handful. He leaned down taking a nipple in his mouth sucking on it lightly. She cried out his name and shuddered. She’d never felt like this.

His left hand found its way to her waistband, unbuttoning her pants, tugging them off leaving her clad in nothing but a small scrap of black lace.

“You’re overdressed.” She shakily whispered, tugging at his shirt. He helped her get it off and his jeans too. She eyed his black silk boxers. “Those too.” She said, tugging them off. Then her eyes got as big as saucers. The first bit of doubt she had since Billie first kissed her. There was no way that was going to fit inside her. He was huge.

“Shhh.” He whispered, kissing her again, trying to ally her fears. His fingers found their way down to the soft black curls guarding her most precious place. He cupped her and she moaned. He slipped one finger into her, his thumb playing with her clit.

“Rhi, baby, you’re so hot and wet.” He whispered. She couldn’t reply, she was lost in the sensations Billie was giving her. She’d never felt like this before, she just knew she needed more, NOW.

“Billie, make love to me, please.” She ground out, arching against his fingers. He shifted, placing the head of his cock at her entrance. She felt him, the size of him and knew she needed him inside her. She pushed up against him, urging him to hurry.

Billie slowly thrust into her, inch by inch. It seemed like an eternity to Rhiannon. When he was finally fully sheathed in her tight wet walls he groaned. “My God, Rhiannon you are so fucking tight.” He began to slowly thrust in and out of her, but she was having none of that. She arched against him, meeting his thrusts, urging him on.

“Please… Billie… faster.” She gasped. He obliged. She felt it building, knew she was close to something spectacular. She knew it was Billie making her feel that way. Wrapping her legs around his waist she pulled him down to kiss him.

He was completely lost. Granted, it had been a long time, but never in his life had it been this damn good. He felt his climax building, wanting her to reach hers first, he reached down to where their bodies were joined and found her nub, rubbing it. She cried out and he knew the exact second she went over the edge. Her whole body clenched, and the tight rhythmic squeezing of her walls brought on his own climax. He filled her with a shout and fell on top of her, both trying to catch their breath.

After a few moments, he realized he might be crushing her and rolled over, her on top.

“Billie…. That was… just wow.” She said, looking down at him in wonder. “I’ve never…”

He smiled and kissed her on the nose. “You were pretty incredible too, babe.” He stood and carried her to his bedroom. He handed her a t-shirt and a pair of his boxers to sleep in. They were big on her, but it was damn sexy. She cuddled up next to him and immediately fell asleep.

When she awoke the next morning, he was gone. She stretched and thought over last night and smiled. Maybe she could talk him into round two. She stood and wandered into the kitchen where she smelled something wonderful. He was at the stove, in nothing but his boxers, flipping pancakes high in the hair and whistling. She couldn’t help but giggle.

He turned around. “Mornin’ sunshine.” He said with a grin. She walked over to him, and raised her head to accept the kiss he offered. They sat down a few minutes later to fluffy pancakes, feeding each other. Billie held up the syrup bottle.

“Wanna play with this later?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

Rhiannon was in the middle of answering when two very loud people burst through the back door into the kitchen.

“Nu uh, you jackass. No way.” She heard Mike argue. He and Tre stopped in the middle of the kitchen when they saw her. Mike grinned.

“Someone got luuuucky last night.” He sang.

“You are so crass.” Tre offered, taking the chair next to Rhiannon and stabbing a pancake from her plate and taking it. Rhiannon just laughed.

“Now you’re in for it.” Mike informed her, sitting down next to Tre.

“Why is that?” she asked.

“Because Tre only steals food from those he likes.” He said, taking one from Billie’s plate.

“You too?”

“No, I just take what I want.” He grinned.

Her phone rang and she went to answer it but Tre took it from her. “Yello?”

“Um hi, who is this?” Wendy asked from the other end of the line.

“It’s the master of cool, but you can call me Tre.”

“Oh hi Tre. Is Rhiannon there?”

“Nope she and Billie are humping in the other room.”

“Tre!” Rhiannon screeched.

“No seriously, where is she?” Wendy asked. Rhiannon? Sex? Those two didn’t go together. Tre handed her the phone.

“Hi Wendy.”

“Hey you skank, do you know what time it is?”

“Um no.”

“Its 11:30. Did you forget practice?”

“Fuck. Cassie can’t practice can she?”

“No, but that doesn’t mean we get to be lazy.”

“Fine, I’ll be there shortly.” Rhiannon hung up the phone and sighed. “Looks like Momma Wendy says she and I still have to practice.”

“Mind if we come along?” Tre asked.

“No, not at all.”

Well she didn’t mind, but when she walked in Wendy’s garage holding Billie’s hand with Mike and Tre close behind she thought Wendy might shit a gold brick. Wendy also took notice that Rhiannon was wearing what she wore the day before and the corset was no cover for the love bite on her neck.

Mike and Tre took over the couch in the corner and Billie took up residence in an old bean bag chair. Rhiannon took a few moments to rifle through sheets of music on a table in the corner. She picked up a piece and walked over to Tre.

“Could you do me a favor?” she asked handing it to him.

“Sure thing, princess.” He said, eagerly running over to Cassie’s drum set.

“Until I met you.” She told Wendy.

“Ahhhoooh. Ahhooo. Ahhhooo…

Shaking on the outside
Because of what I'm feeling inside
My chest is fucking hurting
And my stomach's fucking burning

I laughed when you were crying
And say inside you're dying
Because you gave up way too early
Your fucking pain is so deserving

Don't wanna take it
Because I fucking hate it
Why do we talk when
All we do is argue
Nothing to be said
Except you make me wish I was dead
This time I'm breaking up for good
I never felt this way before
Open chest, heart on the floor
I never wished that I was dead
Until I met you

I fucking hate the way I'm feeling
Because my fucking life's not changing
You broke me down when you stopped caring
Your fucking misery's my healing

Don't wanna take it
Because I fucking hate it
Why do we talk when
All we do is argue
Nothing to be said
Except you make me wish I was dead
This time I'm breaking up for good
I never felt this way before
Open chest, heart on the floor
I never wished that I was dead
I never felt this way before
Open chest, heart on the floor
I never wished that I was dead
Until I met you..”

Billie clapped and Mike did what Rhiannon would come to call his ‘happy dance.’ It was mostly him jumping in circles followed by a few hip thrust.

“One more, pweese?” Tre asked from behind her.

“Ok. Without you.” She said, handing him the music.

“I got a confession to make
That my heart would break
To hear you say goodbye
You're my every dream
You're the threadwork to my seams
And you know that I can't lie, when I say

I can't stop thinking about you
I can't stop thinking about how
My heart's empty without you”

Rhiannon looked up and locked eyes with Billie. Something deep inside her clinched. She was falling in love with Billie Joe Armstrong, and hard. She just hoped he’d catch her.

”I just hate myself
To think of you with someone else
To hear you say goodbye
I love you for who you are
No more, no less
And you know that I can't lie, when I say. . .

My dreams will never come true without you”

Billie stood and kissed her, long and hard. She tangled her hands in his hair. Everyone else silently cleared the room, Wendy leading them into her kitchen.

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TBC

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