Patience
Izzy Stradlin x reader
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Summary: You can't sleep
I stared straight up at the roof. I hate sleep. My body never wants to do it. And to be fair, that's because I had grown accustomed to not sleeping when I was younger. And throughout my teens and early 20s. I didn't want to sleep. I didn't like sleep, it's a waste of time. Why sleep when I could be writing a song? Or recording demos? It was all pointless.
But my finance Izzy thought otherwise. Ever since Izzy went sobre a little over a year ago, he has been very persistent that I get a good sleep. I find it very sweet, but it's times like this I wish he would just let me do my own thing.
I gave up on staring at the ceiling and sat up. I looked over at Izzy. His back was turned to me, and most of the blankets were covering him. I had tried earlier to wrestle my half of the blanket from him earlier, but one thing I have learned is don't mess with sleeping Izzy.
I moved my hand to touch his back. I had never known a man's skin to be so soft. It did make me wonder. I gently stroked my hand along his back. I then moved my hand to move up into his rough brown hair. I smiled at his sleeping figure. I remember when I first started noticing his hair turning into dreadlocks.
I was sitting with Izzy outside the pool we had in our backyard. I was rubbing sunscreen on his back as he had asked. That's when I got a good look at his hair. I stopped rubbing his back and just stared at the back of his head.
“Are you done back there, babe?” Izzy chuckled. I couldn't speak. I was speechless. Izzy must have noticed how quiet I was and turned around to face me. I started smirking at him. He smiled nervously at me.
“What?” He asked. I could only respond by flicking his hair.
“Your hair is looking a bit different these days.” I almost chuckled, with a devilish smirk on my face. Izzy's smile turned into a smirk like my own. He moved his body so he was sitting facing me, and swiftly moved his hands so they were wrapped around my waist. He leaned in and placed a sloppy kiss on my lips. I brought my hands up to his cheeks, cupping them in my hand. We pulled away, and I started twirling a strand of his hair around my finger.
“Do you like my hair like this?” Izzy asked me, looking into my eyes. The smirk that was on his face a few seconds ago had been replaced with a frown. He looked at me worriedly. I kissed his forehead, before looking at him.
“Honey, I think it looks cool. Sexy even. Why?” I asked him, twirling different chunks of his hair in my hand. Izzy looked away. I frowned as well.
“I don't know, I just don't want you to think I'm disgusting, or dirty.” Izzy said softly, still looking away from me. I removed my hand from his hair, and gently grabbed his chin, moving his face so he was facing me. I smiled at him softly.
“Honey, I could never think of you that way. If you want to have dreadlocks, then get them. Who am I to get in the way? It's your life Iz, not mine.” I kissed him again, hoping that had reassured him. He pulled away and hugged me.
“I love you, Princess.” Izzy whispered into my ear.
I removed my hand from Izzy's hair. I leaned done and kissed his back. I rested my forehead on his back for a few seconds, before leaning back up, and getting out of bed. There was no point in me staying in bed if I wasn't gonna sleep. I grabbed my notebook and pen, and walked over to the doors to the balcony of the hotel we were staying in. I opened the door and shut it quietly. The cool air was refreshing on my skin. I took a deep breath, letting the coolness into my lungs. I sat down, looked out to the city, and started writing.
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I hummed the last part of the song, before putting down the notepad and pen. I will show this to the rest of the girls tomorrow. I stood up from where I was sitting on the floor of the balcony and stared out into the city. There were a few smaller buildings complexes in front of the hotel we were in, before a beautiful beach started. I loved California. It was such a beautiful state. I leaned my elbows up against the railing and rested my face in my hands. This was a breathtaking view.
I had been standing there for a while, before the screen door opened. I turned around to see Izzy standing in the doorway of the balcony. His hair was a bit of a mess, but it was always like that, even before he got dreadlocks. He was rubbing sleep from his eyes. I smiled at him. I slowly walked forward until I was in front of Izzy. I looked up at him.
“What are you doing up princess?” Izzy asked, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around me. I hugged him as well. I leaned my chin on his shoulder and closed my eyes.
“I couldn't get any sleep, Iz. I thought I would come out here and do something useful.” I told him. I moved my hand so it was stroking the back of his head.
“So looking out into the sea was useful?” He asked. I chuckled, and removed my arms from Izzy’s body, looking up at him.
“No silly, I wasn't just looking out into the sea. I was writing a song.” I told him. He closed his eyes for a second, before opening them and looking at me very seriously. Izzy moved his hands so they were holding mine.
“Princess, you can't just keep skipping out of sleep. It's gonna mess you up. I know it's going to be hard, but once you start doing it, the less hard it will be. Ok?” Izzy brought my left hand up to his mouth and placed a kiss on it. I pulled Izzy closer by his hands, so our bodies were touching. I then let go of his hands, and moved my arms so they were hugging him.
“I know Izzy. It's just hard to start.” I mumbled into his chest. A few tears leaked out of my eyes and onto Izzy's skin. He felt this and pulled out of the hug quickly. He saw I was beginning to cry, and quickly wiped away my tears with the pad of his thumb, before bringing me back into the hug.
“I know darlin’, I know. But I promise it will all be worth it once you start. Please just try. Try for me, princess.” Izzy told me softly, rocking us side to side. I looked up at him.
“Why are you so good to me?” I asked. He shrugged, a small smile on his lips.
“Because I love you. Now get your ass back into bed, I'm getting cold.” Just as he said that, like on cue, he shivered. I giggled and nodded. I grabbed the notebook and pen, and followed Izzy back into the bedroom. I put my song back on my desk, and walked back over to the bed. Izzy was already in it, his arms open wide for me to crawl into.
I smiled at him, before getting back into bed. I nestled myself into Izzy’s arms, wrapping my arms around Izzy.
We lay in silence for a few minutes, just holding each other in our arms. I was still finding it hard to sleep. At this point, I was just getting frustrated with myself. I opened my eyes again and looked at the wall. I looked up at Izzy to make sure he had his eyes closed. He did for a split second before he opened one and looked at me.
“Baby, just relax. It’s gonna take some time, but you have to try. Try for me, ok?” He whispered, finishing with a soft kiss on my forehead. I nodded, and closed my eyes, burying my face in his neck, trying to slow down my breathing. I felt another kiss being pressed to my skin, and I smiled.
“Goodnight Princess.” Izzy softly said in my ear.
“Night Iz.”