It's All Too Beautiful

He grinned lazily into her kiss, eyes closing for a few brief moments until Whitney had pulled away, moving to pick up the cup of coffee she fixed for him and took a careful sip so as to not burn his tongue. “You know I don’t need anything. I’m just relieved I get to see your face again,” he said in earnest, his grin only fading as she leapt from the sofa and off toward the bedroom, basically calling a ‘come hither’ game to begin, to which he responded with a coy groan, “But it’s so nice ‘ere. I don’t want to get up.” but eventually, he stood to his feet, coffee in hand which he sipped from on his way toward her bedroom, scuffing his sandals against the floor until he passed through the doorway to find her clearly hiding an article of clothing behind her back. “You know you don’t hide things as well as you think you do.” he scoffed.

With a playful roll of the eyes, the brunette bit her lower lip in anticipation— she’d bought this what seemed like ages ago and just couldn’t wait to see his face when he could finally receive it! “Well, Ronnie dear, it’s time for the big reveal then, since I can’t hide it anymore…….ta-da!” A joyful, sing-song voice as she then swung the psychedelic jacket over her waist and showed him the front, and then twisted it to the back. “What do you think?! I immediately thought of you when I found it!” The girl beamed and met his eyes, pretty proud of the purchase she’d made for him.

Clothes. One of his strongest vices. How could he not turn it down? His beady eyes widening enough for light to add new tones to his hazel hues, mouth becoming agape, “Christ, Whitney, you shouldn’t have!” though his actions contrasted with his words. The man quickly put down his coffee on the nightstand then shuffled his feet over toward his significant other, picking up the garment from her hands to lift it up and marvel from varying angles, checking the stitch work and feeling the fabric between his fingers as though appraising a fine jewel. “This is fantastic! Where did you find this?” his voice sounded distant as a result of his primary focus being set on the jacket, which he promptly slid his arms into, pulling the lapels forward and smoothing out any creases before doing a spin around with arms extended and an expectant expression pressing indents into his features. “So, what do you think?”

The following morning he had slept through, getting up roughly right before noon to shower, freshen up, and make himself look decently presentable for the unsuspecting girl. While blow-drying his hair, he came to notice just how long it had gotten over the tour but wasn’t quite sure what to make of his fringe covering portions of his arched brows but decided that maybe it would be best to let Whitney help him decide on what to do next. Without uttering a single word to his flat mates, he was out the door with a few belongings tucked in his pockets and finally in his car, taking the quickest route to her apartment with the radio shut off so as to avoid having to hear the band like he had to over the entire tour. A few miles later, he parked out front and briskly withdrew the maroon box of silver earrings he had bought during the band’s time in Sweden from his pocket, holding it behind him as he walked inside and approached the door, knocking three times with a pleasant grin gracing his features as the door began to open. “Long time no see!”

Whitney’s chocolate eyes widened and bless his poor soul, she basically pounced on the poor Ronnie- trapping him in a big bear hug with her arms thrown around his neck. “Ronnie!” She exclaimed, grinning like a madwoman and placing fluttering kisses along his cheek and nose, and eventually toning it down for a sweet but passionate kiss on those lips that she missed oh so much. “Long time no see, yes! God I’m so glad you’re here! Come in, come in!” Opening the door for the two of them, the brunette could not keep the grin off her face, her heart in a whirl. She did not expect this!

Being held in her arms and kissed tenderly caused his eyes to flutter to a close, relishing her touch as it was one of the many things he missed when it came to being so far away from her for such a dreadfully long time. He would sit and watch as his band mates courted girls for one-night stands and go to his hotel room alone save for the few times he had the energy to call her. Ronnie reciprocated the embrace, his lanky arms draping around her form before receding and being ushered indoors where he then set the petite box on the table top and had a seat on her sofa, intertwining his bony fingers together as they settled in his lap, gesturing with a nod and a knowing grin. “Well? G’wan then! It’s to celebrate our nearly one year anniversary. Or did you think I’d forget?”

Ronnie Lane

“I thought it was pretty good… Ronnie, this is what you sound like all the time..” Another laugh rang through the air, soft and giddy, obviously joking- her hand then found his arm and traced patterns along the soft fabric of his sweater. “Come over here, won’t ya? I told you that you’ve won- I’ve set up this romantic fire just for the two of us..” Her eyes then shifted from Ronnie’s arm, back up to his own, the fire reflecting in the deep chocolate tone that her orbs held.

“I do NOT sound like Steve! I’ve got some class on me if I do say so m’self,” he said confidently, rolling onto his back once again to gaze upon her warm, loving features then at her well-placed setting. “Honestly you could’ve made a great interior decorator if you wanted to be,” he moved closer to her designated sitting spot then leaned in to kiss her cheek. “You bother me, yunno. You’re too fantastic that sometimes I wonder how I could get someone like you who likes me as well as what’s in my trousers.” 

“Oh why thank you, maybe I’ll take that into consideration..” Letting her eyes dance around the little setting, she shook her head at the continuing playful tone of the moment. However, what Ronnie said next had her chuckling once again, but knew he had gotten more serious. “Well for starters, I love you,” Leaning into his kiss, Whitney still couldn’t believe that he couldn’t believe that she loved him for all of him. “And I love you for everything you are, dear- from up here..” She ran her hand through his mess of hair and ruffled it slightly, her tiny smile growing into a loving grin. “All the way to here.” She said softly, then gave his foot a little nudge with her own before shifting her eyes back up to his, giggling once again. “The physical time we have is a perk…an amazing perk.”

“I’d say you should,” Ronnie said stubbornly, raising one brow as she pressed her lips to his in a tender meeting of the flesh then pulled away to explain just how much she cared for him; his eyes looking upon her with an endearing gaze while she nudged his foot. “You know just what to say.”

“I thought it was pretty good… Ronnie, this is what you sound like all the time..” Another laugh rang through the air, soft and giddy, obviously joking- her hand then found his arm and traced patterns along the soft fabric of his sweater. “Come over here, won’t ya? I told you that you’ve won- I’ve set up this romantic fire just for the two of us..” Her eyes then shifted from Ronnie’s arm, back up to his own, the fire reflecting in the deep chocolate tone that her orbs held.

“I do NOT sound like Steve! I’ve got some class on me if I do say so m’self,” he said confidently, rolling onto his back once again to gaze upon her warm, loving features then at her well-placed setting. “Honestly you could’ve made a great interior decorator if you wanted to be,” he moved closer to her designated sitting spot then leaned in to kiss her cheek. “You bother me, yunno. You’re too fantastic that sometimes I wonder how I could get someone like you who likes me as well as what’s in my trousers.” 

After a minute she decided to position herself on the couch, lying on her stomach and lifted her feet in the air casually, as if she was just reading a book or something quite innocent compared to her actual incentive. She let out a little giggle to lure him in, letting him know that she was ready, and that she was oh so glad her little plan had worked. “I win? What’s my prize, love?” She spoke teasingly, just waiting for him to rush in and find her.

“Tell me then,” she began, twirling a strand of wavy hair between her fingers, showing off certain parts of her body and subtle gestures she knew drive him wild. “What’s the secret, hm? What do I have to do for you to come get me?”

The moment she began to twirl her hair, he looked elsewhere, doing his best not to muck it up for himself. “Phoar…” he sighed as he feigned the idea of being deep in thought, stroking his chin. “Well it wouldn’t be much of a secret if I told you, now would it?” he challenged before turning around and leaving the room, a smug grin plastered on his face as he strolled down the corridor, the curiosity of what she might do next eating away at his thoughts.

Whitney carefully unpacked some extra blankets and pillows from remaining boxes in the living room and spent quite some time arranging them in a sweet, little cozy den- but getting the fireplace started was going to be a bit difficult. She’d done it before, but it wasn’t turning out to be as easy as the times in the past. She kept on trying and after about ten or fifteen minutes, the brunette successfully sparked a flame with an ‘oooo!’ and was so wrapped up in getting the couple’s romantic love nest set up that she nearly forgot about what she was doing it for. “I did it!” She said, eagerly clapping her turquoise-clad hands together.

Many people were baffled by them as a couple; with her being a statuesque beauty with a brain who happened to be with him, a short scrawny young man with a high nasal voice and unconventional features. “Plonk always gets the pretty ones for some odd reason” a friend would say. He knew he wasn’t that attractive but he was confident in flirting with a girl and that’s what would get them hooked. However, when he’d play that game of ignoring her amorous attempts even at a party, men would ask him why on earth would he not leave the party right away with her for some place more private instead of toying about and the answer was simple: it made the results much more enjoyable and he knew that right away.

Sitting on her knees, it was with high hopes that he would come back into the living room and see the pleading look on her face for a truce- and also for them both to give in to their game.

As he returned down the hallway he finally heard her admit defeat at long last. He spun around on the heels of his clunky mountain boots to make his way to the living room once again, a smug grin appearing on his face upon his entrance, holding up a hand to one of his protruding ears. “What’s that, dear? Sorry I couldn’t hear you from all the way down there!” At this point, all he wanted to do was rub it in since he was the one that usually lost their playful little game, approaching Whitney where he took a seat beside her on the floor. “Care to repeat it?” he leered with a twinkle in his eye.

“Yeah, yeah, you heard me- you win, honey bee. Are ya happy now?!” Still pouting only a little, the petite brunette gave him a little smirk, showing that he had the upper hand, and the longing for him was still very much present.

“If you’re dead, we can’t do anything at all, huh?” A little smirk ran across the brunette’s face. “At lease give me a kiss if nothing else..” She gave a little pout, her voice starting to show true defeat in her endeavors.

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The Small Faces recording comb and paper for Ogden’s Nut Gone Flake at Olympic Studios in 1968

After a minute she decided to position herself on the couch, lying on her stomach and lifted her feet in the air casually, as if she was just reading a book or something quite innocent compared to her actual incentive. She let out a little giggle to lure him in, letting him know that she was ready, and that she was oh so glad her little plan had worked. “I win? What’s my prize, love?” She spoke teasingly, just waiting for him to rush in and find her.

“Tell me then,” she began, twirling a strand of wavy hair between her fingers, showing off certain parts of her body and subtle gestures she knew drive him wild. “What’s the secret, hm? What do I have to do for you to come get me?”

The moment she began to twirl her hair, he looked elsewhere, doing his best not to muck it up for himself. “Phoar…” he sighed as he feigned the idea of being deep in thought, stroking his chin. “Well it wouldn’t be much of a secret if I told you, now would it?” he challenged before turning around and leaving the room, a smug grin plastered on his face as he strolled down the corridor, the curiosity of what she might do next eating away at his thoughts.

Whitney carefully unpacked some extra blankets and pillows from remaining boxes in the living room and spent quite some time arranging them in a sweet, little cozy den- but getting the fireplace started was going to be a bit difficult. She’d done it before, but it wasn’t turning out to be as easy as the times in the past. She kept on trying and after about ten or fifteen minutes, the brunette successfully sparked a flame with an ‘oooo!’ and was so wrapped up in getting the couple’s romantic love nest set up that she nearly forgot about what she was doing it for. “I did it!” She said, eagerly clapping her turquoise-clad hands together.

Many people were baffled by them as a couple; with her being a statuesque beauty with a brain who happened to be with him, a short scrawny young man with a high nasal voice and unconventional features. “Plonk always gets the pretty ones for some odd reason” a friend would say. He knew he wasn’t that attractive but he was confident in flirting with a girl and that’s what would get them hooked. However, when he’d play that game of ignoring her amorous attempts even at a party, men would ask him why on earth would he not leave the party right away with her for some place more private instead of toying about and the answer was simple: it made the results much more enjoyable and he knew that right away.

Sitting on her knees, it was with high hopes that he would come back into the living room and see the pleading look on her face for a truce- and also for them both to give in to their game.

As he returned down the hallway he finally heard her admit defeat at long last. He spun around on the heels of his clunky mountain boots to make his way to the living room once again, a smug grin appearing on his face upon his entrance, holding up a hand to one of his protruding ears. “What’s that, dear? Sorry I couldn’t hear you from all the way down there!” At this point, all he wanted to do was rub it in since he was the one that usually lost their playful little game, approaching Whitney where he took a seat beside her on the floor. “Care to repeat it?” he leered with a twinkle in his eye.

“Yeah, yeah, you heard me- you win, honey bee. Are ya happy now?!” Still pouting only a little, the petite brunette gave him a little smirk, showing that he had the upper hand, and the longing for him was still very much present.

After a minute she decided to position herself on the couch, lying on her stomach and lifted her feet in the air casually, as if she was just reading a book or something quite innocent compared to her actual incentive. She let out a little giggle to lure him in, letting him know that she was ready, and that she was oh so glad her little plan had worked. “I win? What’s my prize, love?” She spoke teasingly, just waiting for him to rush in and find her.

“Tell me then,” she began, twirling a strand of wavy hair between her fingers, showing off certain parts of her body and subtle gestures she knew drive him wild. “What’s the secret, hm? What do I have to do for you to come get me?”

The moment she began to twirl her hair, he looked elsewhere, doing his best not to muck it up for himself. “Phoar…” he sighed as he feigned the idea of being deep in thought, stroking his chin. “Well it wouldn’t be much of a secret if I told you, now would it?” he challenged before turning around and leaving the room, a smug grin plastered on his face as he strolled down the corridor, the curiosity of what she might do next eating away at his thoughts.

Whitney carefully unpacked some extra blankets and pillows from remaining boxes in the living room and spent quite some time arranging them in a sweet, little cozy den- but getting the fireplace started was going to be a bit difficult. She’d done it before, but it wasn’t turning out to be as easy as the times in the past. She kept on trying and after about ten or fifteen minutes, the brunette successfully sparked a flame with an ‘oooo!’ and was so wrapped up in getting the couple’s romantic love nest set up that she nearly forgot about what she was doing it for. “I did it!” She said, eagerly clapping her turquoise-clad hands together.

Many people were baffled by them as a couple; with her being a statuesque beauty with a brain who happened to be with him, a short scrawny young man with a high nasal voice and unconventional features. “Plonk always gets the pretty ones for some odd reason” a friend would say. He knew he wasn’t that attractive but he was confident in flirting with a girl and that’s what would get them hooked. However, when he’d play that game of ignoring her amorous attempts even at a party, men would ask him why on earth would he not leave the party right away with her for some place more private instead of toying about and the answer was simple: it made the results much more enjoyable and he knew that right away.

Sitting on her knees, it was with high hopes that he would come back into the living room and see the pleading look on her face for a truce- and also for them both to give in to their game.

As he returned down the hallway he finally heard her admit defeat at long last. He spun around on the heels of his clunky mountain boots to make his way to the living room once again, a smug grin appearing on his face upon his entrance, holding up a hand to one of his protruding ears. “What’s that, dear? Sorry I couldn’t hear you from all the way down there!” At this point, all he wanted to do was rub it in since he was the one that usually lost their playful little game, approaching Whitney where he took a seat beside her on the floor. “Care to repeat it?” he leered with a twinkle in his eye.