Musicians/Music Groups Fan Fiction >> Avenged Sevenfold >> Foolish
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She stood in front of the expensive lingerie shop with two
options on her mind. Take a chance, or carry on with things how they were.
On one hand, taking a chance seemed like the obvious thing to do - but also the more dangerous in
her mind. If everything went wrong, she could make her and Brian's situation worse. On the other
hand, leaving things how they were was equally as destructive, they weren't moving forward and
things were becoming heavily stagnant.
Her eyes flitted between the various outfits that were lined up in the window: red satin, pink silk,
corsets, babydolls, hosiery, bras, knickers, strange crotchless trousers, and things that looked
like whips - there was everything imaginable. She frantically bit at her bottom lip, desperate to
make a decision before she changed her mind on the idea all together. It was more of an S&M shop
than lingerie, she thought, but she knew she had to give Brian another shot. She had to give them
both another try at making it work.
There was a soft chiming from a bell above the door as she entered the shop. The inside was
extremely different to the exterior. It was deep red, styled similarly to Moulin Rouge. There were
heavy drapes on the walls, amazing chandeliers, plush carpets, and soft classical music playing in
She was approached by a heavily made up girl who must have been in her twenties, stick thin bleach
blonde hair, and a condescending smile that made Ellie feel very out of place. As politely as she
could, she dismissed the girl of her assistance, tucked her sunglasses down the front of her dress,
and began searching through the endless racks of garments, some stacked three high.
There were some extravagant pieces that looked like they required eight hands instead of two to even
get into them, some that left very little to the imagination, and some that were downright weird.
She spent the next hour or so locked in a changing room, trying on an array of items, from pink
fully camis, to patent black matching bra and pant sets. She didn't feel comfortable in any of them,
but she knew she had to make an effort for Brian, for the both of them.
The mess of clothing around her feet made her want to weep - why was it so difficult to choose
something to wear? It wasn't like she had no idea what Brian liked to see her in, dressing up used
to be such a bit part of their sex life.
There was an angry shriek from the sales assistant, informing Ellie that the shop would soon be
closing. Sighing heavily, she made an executive decision to buy a simple black babydoll with fluffy
detail around the sweetheart neckline, a matching ivory bra and pant set, with intricate black
detailing on the cups and waistline, and finally several sets of assorted patterned black stockings.
Taking the pastel pink and black striped bag from the snappy sales assistant, she left the shop
realising it was getting dark outside. She hadn't taken any consideration as to what time it was,
she'd been so busy nervously trying to pick an outfit to make herself appear attractive and in need
of ravishing. Checking her phone, it read almost half past six. Because it was nearing winter it was
always getting darker earlier on. The house that she and Brian shared wasn't far from the centre of
town where she was, and the night was mild enough to walk without getting cold. She hitched her bag
up over her shoulder, and pounded the pavement home.
She fumbled with the bunch of keys that rested in her hand, looking
for the grand silver key with a customized floral design on the top that allowed her access to the
house. The door slowly creaked open as she listened for any noise coming from within that would
signal Brian was home. There was a slight humming in the distance, and indication to Ellie that he
was down in the converted basement, probably working on a new guitar piece for a song. Taking the
opportunity whilst he was absent, she slipped upstairs to the second room on the right, their
bedroom. She unloaded the items from the shop on the bed and examined which one to wear first. There
would be plenty of other nights to wear the rest, but she had to pick the best for tonight - first
impressions count. It didn't come as a surprise to her that she felt nervous about sleeping with
Brian, it felt like they were dating all over again. She had the same empty pit in her stomach the
first few times her and Brian were intimate, it was something so new and exciting. She knew deep
down that he loved her, and that he loved how she looked even when she wore the simplest of outfits,
but for this to work she really needed him to see her how he once used to - desirable.
Slipping into the matching bra and pants set, she examined herself in the full length mirror that
stood beside their King Sized bed. She was an insecure person when it came to her looks, and no
matter how beautiful the lingerie was, she felt she didn't match up to it at all. With a few small
tweaks to the positioning of the fabric, she gave in and accepted she looked how she looked.
Her favourite pair of black Louboutin stiletto's were removed from the wardrobe, and placed on her
delicate size five feet. She gave herself one last glimpse in the mirror before making her way down
to the basement, the pit in her stomach growing in size with each step she took.
The coldness of the air in the house hit her skin and made her hair stand on end as she entered the
hallway. She'd never realised just how cold the house was, it never used to be.
She balanced herself against the banister as she made her way down the stairs, being careful not to
trip on the burgundy carpet, or over her own feet. As her heel hit the tiled floor of the
entranceway she braced herself, worried that Brian would have heard some movement and come to
inspect. She didn't want to surprise to be ruined by her heavy feet.
The soles of the shoes gently clicked along the tile, sending hollow echoes through the surrounding
rooms. With her arms outspread to the walls as she crept down the hallway, her heart started beating
erratically. The basement door was wide open, and she could see a faint light coming from beyond the
stairs that led downwards. The soft thrumming of the guitar made her smile, Brian's skills on the
guitar was one of the many reasons she had fallen in love with him, and he never stopped amazing her
with what he could do.
She quietly moved down the old wooden staircase, bringing her eyes to rest on the sight of Brian's
bare chest sat in the centre of the room. He sat on top a large pile of cushions of various sizes
and patterns, a blanket loosely wrapped around his feet. The lead from his guitar led across the
room to a stand of amps, two across by two high. Another lead for his headphones ran across his
tattooed torso, to a connection leading back to the amps. His jeans were ripped and tattered, just
how she liked them. His hair was perfectly styled around the headphones, as if they weren't even
there. His fingers gently plucked at each string as he moved his head in time with the notes. She
stood there in the doorframe in complete awe of him, he was beautiful. She swallowed a lump in her
throat as she realised she only seemed to find him attractive when she wasn't in bed with him. That
The dim light from the back corner of the room cast romantic shadows over his toned arms and chest
that tightened and flexed as he moved his hands around the guitar. His head was fully down,
engrossed in the music he was creating, so he didn't notice Ellie stood watching him.
After watching him for a few minutes, she slowly started to move her way across to him. She let her
feet come to rest just within Brian's peripheral vision, causing him to stop strumming and cast a
devilishly raunchy look up her toned legs, her flat stomach, her perfect breasts, finally resting at
her beautiful face.
The butterflies were back in her stomach, and each one in turn was doing somersaults of a high
calibre. She could see her chest bounce as her heartbeat went wild, praying that Brian would take
He readjusted the position of the guitar in his lap, clearing his throat.
“That's uh….” He coughed again. “.…new underwear?”
“How could you tell?” She replied, a smile playing on her lips.
He begins to frown, the warmth escaping his eyes. He looks her up and down once more, and returns
his eyes to the guitar in his lap.
She takes her right hand and places it gently on his shoulder, feeling him still beneath her touch.
Her delicate fingers slowly trace the outline of his jaw before he catches them between his teeth,
growling softly. His reaction takes her by surprise - he'd never done anything like that before. The
emotion in his eyes hadn't changed, he still appeared cold. He slowly removed his teeth from her
skin before turning his attention to the guitar once again.
Shaking off the reaction, she knelt in front of him this time, making sure their knees were
touching, and that her legs were splayed. She was determined to connect with Brian, and so she kept
her own eyes on his the whole time. She placed one hand on the body of the guitar before gently
pulling it towards her and out of his grasp. A disgruntled, muffled groan resonated in his throat.
He removed the headphones from around his neck, and finally gave in to Ellie's penetrating stare.
Forcefully looking up at her, she suddenly felt very unwanted in the basement - Brian's place of
Her loose red curls fell around her breasts as she leant forward to kiss him, placing her hands on
his inner thighs to steady herself. She hesitated pulling back when she sensed some deliberation
from Brian, but knew she had to persist. She squeezed the flesh beneath her fingers, trying to lure
him in to some state of arousal. She purred against his lips as she manically peppered him with
kisses, desperate for some sort of reaction.
Her stomach flipped when she felt a strong grip around her upper arms, only to find herself begin
pushed backward, a strong and serious look playing upon Brian's face.
He ran his hands through his hair.
“Not tonight.” He admonished.
“Don't you want me touching you?” she whispered.
She took the silence as a no, but continued anyway.
Leaning forward she pressed her lips against his once more, tangling her fingers in his hair at the
nape of his neck. A low groan escaped his mouth, reluctantly placing two hands on her hips. Using
his own strength, he lifted her from her knees and placed her so she straddled his lap. Entwining
his hands in her hair, he gently pulled backwards to reveal her neck. Nipping at it lightly, he
growled against her skin. She inhaled his aftershave, and remembered the first time she'd smelt
peaches and cinnamon - it was heavenly. His hands moved across her lower back, pressing her against
him as they continued to kiss. She bucked her hips forward against his growing erection, urging him
to move faster.
He chuckled against her lips as he took her tongue for his own. He made easy work of her bra clasp,
and soon the fabric was in a crumpled heap beside them.
His hands moved to her breasts, cupping them individually. His fingers played with her nipples as
they hardened beneath his touch. He lowered his mouth to them, taking each one in turn. Swirling his
tongue around the puckered flesh, he slowly teased her as he gently nibbled and sucked.
Gliding his hands upwards to cup her face, he left one last kiss on her lips.
Ellie scowled into thin air at Brian's words. The wave of embarrassment that washed over her felt
like a tsunami. She knew she had been wrong to take the chance. She knew it wouldn't work.
She threw Brian a dirty look before removing herself from his lap, angrily wiping away the stray
tears that had started to fall.
“So that's it, is it? This is what it'll be like from now on? You're going to get what you
want and then discard me?” she says bluntly.
He snorts. “I just don't want to do it tonight, what's the big deal?”
“I've put myself out there for you tonight and you don't want me? Do you know how that makes
She stood huddled in a shadowy part of the room, her arms crossed against her chest. She didn't want
Brian looking at her anymore. She felt ugly.
She wiped at her nose with the back of her hand, angry with herself for getting upset.
“I'm trying my best to make this work Brian, but I can't do it without you.”
He stared blankly back at her as he rested on his hands outstretched behind him.
“Fine, have it your way.”
The stairs creaked as she stomped her way back to the main house, clutching at her chest to stop the
pain of realising her one and only love didn't want her anymore.
How could she have been so stupid?
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