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“So what are you doing tomorrow night babe?” Duff asked her as he came up to bed that fallowing night. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, brushing her hair, and thought for a moment.
“Nothing, probably, why?” he plopped down on their King-sized bed, laying on his side, facing her, while propping himself on his elbow. He grinned and looked down while he spoke.
“Oh I don’t know . . . you wanna go to a venue with me?” she turned around to gaze at him, and grinned.
“Really?!” he grinned and nodded.
“Yep. We’re playing with Motley Crue, and we can leave Brandon and Aura with Michelle if need be.” he told her and she nodded.
“Oh hell yeah Duff!” she told him, beaming, and he grinned as well.
“Well that’s settled. How did your last two days go, since I haven’t seen you in practically two days?” he scoffed playfully and laughed a little as he sat up on his side of the bed in order to take his watch off. She looked away, slowly brushing her hair again.
“Good . . . good . . .” she spoke quietly and she could practically see him nodding.
“That’s good.” he answered her and she looked nonchalantly at her bedside table. Kurt and Layne’s numbers were in her bedside cabinet drawer, and she itched to pick up Kurt’s number especially and call him. Sure, Duff was still insanely handsome, but his age was starting to gain up on him. His youthful, boyish good looks were taken away long ago by the lasting remnants of narcotics and drugs in his system from the 80's, and by the fierce-some alcohol addiction that almost cost him his pancreas, and maybe his life if they hadn’t caught it in time. He was taller, fitter though, but still, he was . . . Vanessa didn’t want to use the term, she hated using the term when he was still so damn young, but he was getting . . . old!
She grinned, inside and outside. Kurt was young and innocent and even held that sense of being a loner, that much of the grunge singers seemed to have. Those qualities made him . . .
Sexy.
The word popped into her head, and she shook her head, trying to rid her mind of the thoughts. Man, she hadn’t used that word to describe a man in a long time, but it seemed like the only word that could be used to describe Kurt.
And he wasn’t just sexy, he was . . .
Unbelievably sexy . . .
She grinned again. She forgot what it was like to have a younger guy in bed. She laughed a little. Maybe tomorrow she would call him.
“What are you laughing about over there?” Vanessa smiled slyly at him.
“When was the last time we had bed-breaking sex Duff?” He raised his eyebrows in polite shock and thoughtfulness. Vanessa wasn’t normally this random, and not-to-mention, straightforward. He looked thoughtful, and sighed.
“The day before we got married, which was eleven years ago.” she winced playfully.
“That long?” he grinned and nodded.
“Yeah, I’m afraid so.” she grinned as she lay back on the bed, and he climbed on top of her.
“Why don’t we do that then?” she whispered, biting her lip, and Duff grinned.
“Oh honey . . . you read my fuckin’ mind!” she grinned and laughed a little as his lips met the hallow of her throat.
**
Duff and Vanessa arrived at the venue that next night, and she was immediately bombarded by her older brother Slash, the lead guitarist, and Scott Weiland, the lead singer. Skinny little bastard. He reminded her of a younger Axl.
“Sis!” Slash spoke loudly as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders, and pulled her away from the band. “I hear you had a little run-in with Layne Staley!” she rolled her eyes.
“Tommy told you, didn’t he?” Slash was looking scared.
“Yes, and are you hurt!?” she shook her head, and Slash visibly relaxed.
“I don’t want you hanging around Layne! He’s dangerous!” Vanessa rolled her eyes, and crossed her arms in front of her chest.
“You can’t tell me what to do anymore Slash!” she defended herself, and he sighed weakly.
“You don’t think I know that? I can’t keep you from seeing him, just be careful if you do okay?” she nodded.
“I will Slash, I will.” he nodded.
“I gotta go. Velvet Revolver is going on first.” she nodded and they walked to the stage.
“Thanks for the advice Slash.” he smiled and hugged her before he jogged out on stage behind Scott.
“Good brother.” she nodded when she noticed it was Nikki who was talking to her.
“Yeah he is. Your Nikki aren’t you?” he nodded.
“Yep. Vanessa right?” she nodded as well.
“Yes. I’ve heard a lot about you.” he grinned and laughed.
“Oh really? Good things I hope?” she shook her head.
“I’m afraid not.” he nodded.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought. Probably shit about how I’m strung out on drugs, and aren’t worth a damn, am I right?” she nodded.
“Yeah, pretty much.” he nodded gingerly.
“Yeah. Its always like that.” he mumbled and she smiled a little. He had the whole, ‘glum-help-me’ look, and it was turned up a few notches from Kurt’s. She smiled.
“Did you go to Tommy’s party?” he nodded.
“Yeah, and I’m sorry Tommy embarrassed you. He’s just . . . strung out on you. Of course, I can see how, your beautiful.” she smiled.
“That’s sweet Nikki.” he nodded.
“Maybe we can get together sometime.” she shook her head.
“Oh no Nikki, I can’t–”
He leaned down and whispered something in her ear, interrupting her. “Hey . . . I’m better than Layne.” he slipped her a piece of paper, and walked off. She knew immediately that it was Nikki’s number.
**
The doorbell rang the next morning, about fifteen minutes after Duff left to drop Brandon off at school, and then head on to the recording studio, and she opened it. A delievery man was standing on the doorstep, a bouquet of bleeding red roses in a crystal cut black vase, in his arms. He smiled and handed them to her.
“Delivery!” she was shocked when she saw the two dozen roses. They must have cost a fortune!
“From whom are they from!” the guy smiled slyly.
“The only thing I was allowed to tell you, was that they were from your secret admirer . . .” he handed them to her, and she struggled with the bulky flowers, and he nodded then, turned, and left before she could say much else. She closed the door and took them into the kitchen, where she put them on the counter, still stunned. Aura was sitting in her high chair, finishing up her breakfast, and she giggled when she saw the flowers.
“Pretty momma, pretty!” she laughed, and Vanessa grinned at her daughter.
“Yeah baby, they’re pretty aren’t they? Wonder who they’re from . . .”
She found the card nestled in the flowers, and picked it up, which was blood red as well, and opened it, where she read the note . . .

Vanessa,
Hope the roses get to you in one piece. They are quite beautiful if you ask me, and I thought that they matched your looks perfectly. I wrote these lyrics with you in mind. Hope you like them. Remember, call me anytime . . . I’m free whenever you need me . . .

I really love you baby
I love what you've got
Let's get together, we can
Get hot
No more tomorrow, baby Time is today
Girl, I can make you feel
Okay

No place for hidin' baby
No place to run
You pull the trigger of my
Love gun, love gun
Love gun, love gun

You can't forget me baby
Don't try to lie
You'll never leave me, mama
So don't try
I'll be a gambler, baby
Lay down the bet
We get together, mama
You'll sweat

No place for hidin' baby
No place to run
You pull the trigger of my
Love gun, love gun
Love gun, love gun
Love gun, love gun

– Kurt

Vanessa grinned and bit her lip. Seems like Kurt was on the same wavelength as she was. She ran over to the phone, and picked it up, where she dialed his number. The phone rang, and she stood there, feeling more and more like an idiot the longer she stood there. What if he wasn’t there? What if sent them as a cruel pratical joke?
Too late to hang up, he just picked up.
“‘Ello?” she coughed.
“Kurt. Hi. Its Vanessa.”
She could practically see the grin on his face.
“Vanessa hi, did you get my flowers?” she blushed a little.
“Just a few seconds ago actually. I was planning on calling you.”
“Good. Can we get together. I would really like to see you . . .” she was getting a strange sense of deja vu, but passed it by.
“Sure. My house is free, come on up.”