Jan 30
Stones’ guitarists and their mornings (it’s my opinion) :
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Stones’ guitarists and their mornings (it’s my opinion) :
Imagine laying in the grass with Mick Taylor on a lazy afternoon, his head in your lap as he read a book. You had your fingers tangled in his hair, gently twisting and wrapping the caramel locks around each digit. You ran your hand through it, watching as a smile came across his face. Mick gazed up at you in adoration, craning his neck up in an attempt to kiss you.
Imagine coming home to find a blanket fort in your living room.Hearing a rustle, you climbed underneath it, crawling through the tunnels. Someone grabbed you from behind, causing you to squeal and turn around. "Hey love." Mick Taylor said before pressing a long deep kiss to your lips. You smiled, pulling him as close as you could.
Imagine kissing Mick Taylor for the first time. Against popular belief, he is tender and sweet to you, and so is his kiss. After pulling away, he smiles, still cupping your face in his hands. “Your lips are so soft.” He mutters, eyes still closed. “So are yours!” You smile. “Will you shut up and kiss me again now, Mick?” “Yes, ma'am!” He giggles as he leans in for a more passionate yet loving kiss.
Imagine going to a New Year’s Eve party with one of your friend’s. She had been invited and decided to bring you along, you agreed to have something to do the last night of the year and you usually enjoyed parties despite the fact that you would know few people there this time. You didn’t have high hopes for the night though, just looking for a pretty good time. While talking to your friend and a few other people you had met there, you made eye contact with a boy with long feathery hair from across the room. He was giving you eyes and you had to admit, you found him pretty attractive. Yo looked him up and down once, smiling a bit to yourself as you did so before returning back to conversation.
Hours went by and suddenly it was 11:55. People started to crowd around the small television to watch what was going on in Times Square. You saw someone approach you out the corner of your eye and you turned to them only to lock eyes with the boy from before. “Hello,” He said politely, although his eyes scraped over your face.
"Hey," You said back. He looked at the TV set for a time check then back to you. 11:57.
"I saw you looking at me before, y’know it’s not polite to stare." He let out a small breathy chuckle and smiled at you for the first time that night.
"Yeah well I saw you looking first so don’t act so innocent." You joked, taking a sip of your drink
"How can I help it?"
"Good point." He laughed. A comfortable silence fell over you two as the ball started to drop. Everyone started to count down.
"20,19,18,17,16,15,14" You made eye contact with the boy again, who was already looking at you. You bit your lip. "13,12,11,10,9, 8,7" He leaned in a bit, as did you. "6,5,4,3" His lips met yours in a passionate kiss. His lips were nice and soft against yours. "2,1" You continued to kiss, his hands pulling you into him before pulling apart.
"I'm Mick, Mick Taylor."
"I'm Y/N."