She Was the only One

Whats the...." Was all the bassist got out before he fainted.

"Lovely!" Brian sneered, coming over to sntch the stick from her hand, "Pregnant. Congratualtions." But Kira could tell he was anything but happy in the way that he stalked out muttering under his breath about women and thier constant interference. He even stepped over the passed out body of his best friend.

"Jeordie!!!" She yelled. When she couldnt wake him, she leaned down, and patted his cheeks gently. When THAT didnt work, she put his head in her lap and kissed him. Moaning, he responded, opening his eyes and running his hands over her back. Pulling away, she humphed.

"Figures, yell and they dont respond, kiss them and they think its time to have sex" She snapped, and he sat up.

"Sorry, I guess I fainted. Are you really....pregnant?!" He asked, and she handed the stick to him that Brian had thrown uncerimoniously onto the floor.

"Wow....what....do you wantto keep it?" She almost took his head off with her stare, and that completed the thought for him.

"Well, that answers that," Jeordie got up, and sat down on the bed. She sat next to him. Suddenly, without warning, he reached over and knocked her down, kissing her nude belly.

"Mmmm....baby. I did it. I created a baby. Mmmm...my seed." It was the first time she had ever heard him growl, and it was erotic.

She took him into her arms as he began to get undressed. "Please Kira...lets...." He begged.

"Oh yes baby, lets...." Kira took off hers cleanly, and within moments, she was riding him, and he was screaming, and it felt like a communion.

Manson walked by a few minutes later, to find the door open and clothes strewn all over the floor. Kira was riding his best friend, and he stopped to watch. She moved like she was claiming him, her head thrown back and Twiggys makeup all over her skin like a rolling mark. She looked over, and right at him, her lust for her husband in hre eyes as she winked at him and made no move to make him leave.

Brian felt himself grow hard underneath his leather pants, and growled. That signature gutteral growl, and he ran into his room, pretending it was him being pleased. That it was HIS body being claimed, and HIS soul being completed, and HIS seed resting comfortably in the body of Kira Underwood-White.

"He watched. For a moment.....he watched" He said, pushing a luck of hair away from her face.

"I know, I saw."

"He wishes he was as lucky as I am ya know know." Twiggy itched at his dreads and giggled, afterglow making him giddy as he stroked the place where his child lay growing. A father. Him.

"We have plenty of time to get used to the idea Jeoride baby, I dont exepect you to get the swing of it right away, noone can. Im scared too. I mean, not as scared as you, but I only have to worry about subsitute teachers and ungraded papers."

"What if they turn out.....like me.....in my head."

"Oh Jeordie." She held him close, wanting to cry for him. He never thought that he was smart, and Brian didnt help, always calling him names because he did too many drugs before an interview, only to come off looking dumb. He also didnt have a diploma because he had dropped out of school to join his former band, "This baby will be as SMART as I know you are."

He held her close and rubbed her stomach, his eyes opening up to a torrent of tears. She held him while he poured out his frustration, his shortcomings in the very place that his wife excelled a point of hardship he never really overcame.

"Youre a smart man, a good man, a good husband, and will be a good father. Im in no doubt of any of thes points."

He nodded, and tried to believe her. And relaized hse hadnt mentioned his fame of success. He knew it was because she never wanted ot be seen as anything else but a good wife who loved him for the right reasons. He realized that he wouldnt care if she loved him for his money.....as long as she loved him. But that was something he would never do, for her whole existance as his wife depended on her being different from the typical rock wife. He knew that, and so he let her go on as she was. And he couldve cried yet again for the beauty of that alone. Afterall, it couldve been HIM with the whole Rose debacle. He shuddered.

"What?" Kira said.

"Im just glad youre not Rose and Im not Brian."

"Honey, I think were both glad for that."

They laughed and celebreated thier love and the result of it with the wonder of two people who discovered that happiness could exist in hell.