Musicians/Music Groups Fan Fiction >> Avenged Sevenfold >> Foolish
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She was taken by surprise as her chest connected with the mattress
with a dull thud. The immediate touch of his hands upon her thighs made her back arch as a low moan
escaped from her lips. She continued to squirm beneath his hands as they made their way over her
skin, carefully inspecting every inch of it with his tongue. Her breath quivered against his teasing
body, pressed hard against her as he continued cherishing the pale, red haired beauty before him.
The air was thick and hot, the way it always was during these recent forced nights of coitus. Drive
was the only thing they both had left. There was no passion, hardly any love, and no real connection
between them anymore. These nights were hard, long, and the results of these unions were way
She tried her hardest to feign enthusiasm as he kissed his way down her torso, across her buttocks
and down her legs. He tried his hardest not to roll her over and have done with it.
“Please God, let it be tonight.”
He sighed softly, gently pushing against his lover as he manoeuvred her to his favourite position.
She obliged, the look of monotony returning to her face as he did so.
His hands trembled as they took her breasts - kneading them gently like dough between his fingers. A
forceful kiss to the lips made her groan; he silenced her with another as he made his presence
known. Her nails limply dug into the skin on his back as he moved, her eyes looking anywhere else
but his face.
The satin sheets became sticky beneath their bodies, and for her the most interesting thing in the
room was the fly buzzing around the light overhead. His grunts became tiresome as she lay on her
back, being gently rocked back and forth by his motions.
The intimacy between them was short, sweet, and full of hidden heartache. It had been almost a year
since the two had started trying for a family, and no joy had graced their paths. The issue was
taking its toll on the relationship, one which was perfectly solid and unflappable until the first
night they tried. Ever since, there were arguments every other night, and they didn't look at each
other in the same way. For those around them it was sad to behold. To everyone else they were the
perfect couple who deserved to have the best things in life, which in theory they did. Apart from
the one element that would make it perfect - a baby.
He buried his face in her neck as he grew close, gradually picking up his speed. She braced herself
against his body as he panted onto her skin, coming to an abrupt halt when the work was done.
They exchanged glances quickly before silently lying beside each other in the bed, exhausted, bored,
“We can't keep doing it like this Brian, it's not healthy.” She said, rubbing her
“I…I don't know what else we can do.” He replied, exasperation clear in his
Her jaw clenched as she looked anywhere but at the handsome man beside her.
She tightened the cover around her as she rolled over to face Brian, her eyes remaining lowered.
“Do you think we'll ever get there?” she asked.
“We can't give up hope.” He turned to her. “We just can't.”
Ellie and Brian had met whilst he was at work. Work, in this case means a show. Brian was a
musician, a rather famous one at that. He wasn't the type of man to fool around with every girl that
came his way, but he wasn't one to turn down the attention. The night he met Ellie was different
though, there was something about her that made him realise it was time to settle down, and she was
the one he wanted to do that with. From that night they were inseparable. The relationship had seen
its hard times, with Brian constantly on tour or working in the studio, Ellie with nothing more to
do than muddle through her job at Starbucks, time to see each other came rarely. The past year Brian
hadn't been touring, the band had decided to take time out for their family and solely work in the
studio. It wasn't ideal, but every extra time they got to spend with each other was a bonus, until
The initial frustration at not being able to conceive was taken out on their immediate friends, but
as the frustration grew worse and occurred more often, they eventually started turning on each
other, until you reach the present day.
Brian loved Ellie more than anything, and it broke his heart to know it could be his fault they
couldn't have the family they'd dreamt of. He didn't have the nerve to be tested by the Doctors, in
fear they'd give him the news he didn't want to hear. He knew that things were far from perfect and
that they were both close to breaking point, but he knew he'd never leave her, no matter what.
The next morning she sits in the Doctors waiting room, anxiously
fumbling with a tissue from her pocket. The frayed pieces fall to the floor in a heap as she tears
at the thin sheets, frightened that she'll hear the same words spoken every time before - that she's
People come and go around her, which makes her even more nervous. Why was the Doctor taking so long
to see her? Was something really wrong this time?
The sunshine bounding off the plain white walls made her eyes throb, the heat from a nearby radiator
making her hot under the collar. Her bouncing leg came to an abrupt halt when the Doctor called her
name, and collecting the black leather bag from the floor beside her, she stood up and straightened
the navy blue dress before following the gentleman to his office.
He was no more than twenty-eight, stood a tall and proud six foot two inches, and was the owner of
deliciously dark locks - just like Brian. His eyes pierced her as he turned to speak: the ice cold
blue sending shivers down her spine as she lowered herself into the chair opposite a mahogany desk.
The grip around her bag straps tightened as she waited for his results, her leg once again bouncing.
It wasn't until he too, sat down that he spoke, ruffling through pages of medical history as he did.
“I'm afraid…” he began. “….not this time.”
“Are you sure?” she asked.
“Positive. We've done this enough times to know the result.” He replied, a look of
sympathy on his face.
She squeezed the strap between her fingers as tears pooled in her eyes. She knew the answer every
time, but it didn't make it easier to hear.
“Is there anything we can do?”
The Doctor smiled and chuckled as he replied.
“Eleanor, I've suggested everything that's been medically proven. I'm not sure what else there
is to try.”
She started to sniff heavily as she cried.
“I can't give up Doctor, I can't. I don't want to lose Brian. It'll kill him when I tell him
it's not happened again.”
There wasn't much more for the Doctor to say. He expressed his deepest sympathy, and left Ellie
alone to collect herself.
She took a few tissues from the shiny square black box on the desk, dabbed the tears from her blue
eyes, and threw the rest inside her bag. She frowned at her reflection in the mirror as she made her
way to the door, she looked a mess. Crying always made her eyes red and puffy, and no amount of
makeup or cold water changed that.
The door handle was cold as she turned it beneath her hand, opening the door and exiting the office.
She kept her head firmly down as she crossed the waiting room, not wanting to draw attention to the
fact she'd received bad news.
Her hand fumbled around in the contents of her bag as she searched for her sunglasses - perfect for
protecting her eyes against the sunlight, but also perfect puffy eye protectors. The automatic doors
closed with a soft thud behind her as she stood in the refreshing breeze, taking another few minutes
to compose herself.
A familiar buzzing came from her bag. She retrieved the vibrating phone from its case to see Brian's
name on the screen. She frantically wiped at her eyes and straightened her dress for the second time
in an attempt to make herself sound more composed. She cleared her throat before speaking.
“Hi. How did the Doctors go?”
She could tell that he knew. She didn't need to say anymore. There was silence on the other end of
She could hear him take a deep breath. She knew he was frustrated.
“It's okay, baby. Just…get home safely.”
There was a soft click as he hung up, leaving her standing there, silently and blankly staring at
the ground in front of her.
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