I wanna Play God...with You...
One Shot, but if you guys want more, I'm willing to make this longer...
Summary - An audience member at a London show catchs Whip's eye...
Disclaimer - I don't own Whiplasher, I'm holding him against my will...Kidding, don't own anyone and this never happened...
Rating - PG
Anderaes, more commonly known as 'Whiplasher', was finishing up his bands set at their London show at the Carling Academy, Islington. It had been a good show, that he would be sad to see end. The crowd were going wild, they adored him, hung of his every word.... But that's not the only reason he was sad to see the show end. In the front row was a teenage girl, around the same age of Cat, who had caught his attention. She was covered head to toe in glitter, wearing an army style vest top and a short skirt, both of which were black of course, and she couldn't take her beautiful green eyes of him. Ok, so nothing strange there, but Whip found himself lost in their depth. There was something about this girl that made him smile, that made her shiver and shake with teen-like emotions.
"This is our last song...but, before I go, I have to ask you one thing...Do you want me to play god with you?" Whip asked, as he threw his sweaty feather boa out to the glittered girl, a middle aged woman to her right grabbed it first, and he frowned, but the expression of the young girls face was worth it. 'Play God' was obviously her favorite song. With a grin, Whiplasher started singing, strutting round the stage as he did so. During the audiences chants of 'Pain Pain Pain..' Whip wandered to the back of the stage, and grabbed a backstage pass. It was meant for a 'Miss Jennifer Gilders' but she was ill, Whip knew however, who would receive the pass...
"'Cause I wanna play
'Cause I wanna play
'Cause I wanna play God, God, God, God.."
He passed the girl the backstage pass, undetected my the others around her. With a swift movement, he grasped her hand, pressing the small plastic case into her sweaty palm, and, before she had time to think, he'd moved his hand to the girl behind her..
"Let's play a game tonight: I'll play dark and you'll play..."
As Whiplasher finished, he let his eyes connect with the girls one last time, he winked, and then left the stage, sweaty and satisfied.
Backstage, he waited, and watched. From where he was standing, he could see the girl show security her pass, then he watched as they lifted her over the barrier. As she was lifted, he got a glimpse up her shirt. She was wearing black lace... He blushed slightly when he realized he was preving, but part of him liked the excitement, the effect it had on other parts of his body... Whip wandered to his dressing room, deciding to make it unobvious that he was lusting after the young girl, to take off his make up. It wasn't long however, before he heard security knock on his door.
"Andreas? Whip? There's a fan out here with a pass..." Came the voice of his favoured guard, Dylan. Checking his appearance in the mirror once again, Andreas stood and opened the door, grinning at the sight of Dylan, and the fan, on the other side.
"Thank you Dylan, I can take things from here," He said, shooing the guard away with a waving of his left hand, while pulling the fan in with his right. "Come in my dear, don't be scared..." Whip whispered to the trembling girl before him. She simply nodded, obeyed, as Dylan disappeared to check on he rest of the band. The young fan, who Whip could now see had shoulder length wavy black hair, a naturally pale complexion and womanly curves, sat down nervously on the end of his sofa. He smiled at her, and she ducked her head, hiding behind her hair. A completely different person from the girl in the audience...but her innocence made her that much more attractive.
"It was a great show..." The girl whispered, not looking up, but obviously blushing furiously. Whip smiled, sat down next to her. She gasped and tensed up, but didn't move away.
"Why thank you my dear...what is your name?" Andereas asked, gently tilting the girls chin so she looked into his eyes. The young fan blushed even more so, glanced away and bit her lip.
"Kärlek," She whispered, causing Whip himself to gasp...was this fate? Was he meant to meet this girl? This beautiful young girl by the name of...
"Love? In Swedish...that's your name?" Whip asked, shocked yet curious. Kärlek nodded, moved so she didn't have to look in the singers eyes,
"Yes...my mum died giving birth to me...its the last word she ever said. She was Swedish, tried to tell my dad she loved him, but never got to finish..." Whip found himself hugging Kärlek, comforting her, despite the fact that she never knew her mother...
"I'm sorry to here that älskade," He whispered into the young girls ear. She simply nodded, embraced her idol in return.
"Its ok, it's not your fault.." She told him, looking into his eyes. Suddenly, their lips connected, Whip running his tongue along Kärlek's bottom lip, begging for an entrance that she would give him without question. His hands roamed freely over her developed body, as her hands ran over his still sweaty chest, and in his hair...
As he pulled away, Whip looked deep into Alskas eyes, and asked her "Do you want me to play God with you?"
Swedish
- älskade = Darling/sweetheart/beloved
- kärlek = Love
See the nutter circled? Thats me...damn when Whip stood in that corner and looked overin my direction...damn...
Anyways, that was a nice little something to get the community rolling, what did you guys think?
If you want it to be more that a one shot, please say so...the last line is an idication of the rest of the fic...
Summary - An audience member at a London show catchs Whip's eye...
Disclaimer - I don't own Whiplasher, I'm holding him against my will...Kidding, don't own anyone and this never happened...
Rating - PG
Anderaes, more commonly known as 'Whiplasher', was finishing up his bands set at their London show at the Carling Academy, Islington. It had been a good show, that he would be sad to see end. The crowd were going wild, they adored him, hung of his every word.... But that's not the only reason he was sad to see the show end. In the front row was a teenage girl, around the same age of Cat, who had caught his attention. She was covered head to toe in glitter, wearing an army style vest top and a short skirt, both of which were black of course, and she couldn't take her beautiful green eyes of him. Ok, so nothing strange there, but Whip found himself lost in their depth. There was something about this girl that made him smile, that made her shiver and shake with teen-like emotions.
"This is our last song...but, before I go, I have to ask you one thing...Do you want me to play god with you?" Whip asked, as he threw his sweaty feather boa out to the glittered girl, a middle aged woman to her right grabbed it first, and he frowned, but the expression of the young girls face was worth it. 'Play God' was obviously her favorite song. With a grin, Whiplasher started singing, strutting round the stage as he did so. During the audiences chants of 'Pain Pain Pain..' Whip wandered to the back of the stage, and grabbed a backstage pass. It was meant for a 'Miss Jennifer Gilders' but she was ill, Whip knew however, who would receive the pass...
"'Cause I wanna play
'Cause I wanna play
'Cause I wanna play God, God, God, God.."
He passed the girl the backstage pass, undetected my the others around her. With a swift movement, he grasped her hand, pressing the small plastic case into her sweaty palm, and, before she had time to think, he'd moved his hand to the girl behind her..
"Let's play a game tonight: I'll play dark and you'll play..."
As Whiplasher finished, he let his eyes connect with the girls one last time, he winked, and then left the stage, sweaty and satisfied.
Backstage, he waited, and watched. From where he was standing, he could see the girl show security her pass, then he watched as they lifted her over the barrier. As she was lifted, he got a glimpse up her shirt. She was wearing black lace... He blushed slightly when he realized he was preving, but part of him liked the excitement, the effect it had on other parts of his body... Whip wandered to his dressing room, deciding to make it unobvious that he was lusting after the young girl, to take off his make up. It wasn't long however, before he heard security knock on his door.
"Andreas? Whip? There's a fan out here with a pass..." Came the voice of his favoured guard, Dylan. Checking his appearance in the mirror once again, Andreas stood and opened the door, grinning at the sight of Dylan, and the fan, on the other side.
"Thank you Dylan, I can take things from here," He said, shooing the guard away with a waving of his left hand, while pulling the fan in with his right. "Come in my dear, don't be scared..." Whip whispered to the trembling girl before him. She simply nodded, obeyed, as Dylan disappeared to check on he rest of the band. The young fan, who Whip could now see had shoulder length wavy black hair, a naturally pale complexion and womanly curves, sat down nervously on the end of his sofa. He smiled at her, and she ducked her head, hiding behind her hair. A completely different person from the girl in the audience...but her innocence made her that much more attractive.
"It was a great show..." The girl whispered, not looking up, but obviously blushing furiously. Whip smiled, sat down next to her. She gasped and tensed up, but didn't move away.
"Why thank you my dear...what is your name?" Andereas asked, gently tilting the girls chin so she looked into his eyes. The young fan blushed even more so, glanced away and bit her lip.
"Kärlek," She whispered, causing Whip himself to gasp...was this fate? Was he meant to meet this girl? This beautiful young girl by the name of...
"Love? In Swedish...that's your name?" Whip asked, shocked yet curious. Kärlek nodded, moved so she didn't have to look in the singers eyes,
"Yes...my mum died giving birth to me...its the last word she ever said. She was Swedish, tried to tell my dad she loved him, but never got to finish..." Whip found himself hugging Kärlek, comforting her, despite the fact that she never knew her mother...
"I'm sorry to here that älskade," He whispered into the young girls ear. She simply nodded, embraced her idol in return.
"Its ok, it's not your fault.." She told him, looking into his eyes. Suddenly, their lips connected, Whip running his tongue along Kärlek's bottom lip, begging for an entrance that she would give him without question. His hands roamed freely over her developed body, as her hands ran over his still sweaty chest, and in his hair...
As he pulled away, Whip looked deep into Alskas eyes, and asked her "Do you want me to play God with you?"
Swedish
- älskade = Darling/sweetheart/beloved
- kärlek = Love
See the nutter circled? Thats me...damn when Whip stood in that corner and looked overin my direction...damn...
Anyways, that was a nice little something to get the community rolling, what did you guys think?
If you want it to be more that a one shot, please say so...the last line is an idication of the rest of the fic...