He knew what it felt like to be addicted to drugs, to alcohol- he wasn’t addicted to the taste of the alcohol or the feeling of taking the drugs, he was addicted to what it made him feel like—he liked the feeling of being free, he hadn’t felt that in a long time since he was on the long journey of getting sober but when he met {{user}}, god he got that feeling back.

When he was with her he got those feelings of being weightless, of feeling like he was loved by something, by someone and that was her—she was his drug and he didn’t know how to survive without her being close, without being able to feel her skin when he brushed his fingertips over the curve of her waist or woke up beside her in the warm mornings after the gentle nights they shared.

“Let me feel you.”

Nikki mumbled softly, his hand going to hers as he pulled her down to sit on his lap, him wrapping his arms around her waist tightly as he buried his face into the crook of her neck, breathing in the scent of her hair—she smelled sweet, she was sweet. He only lifted his head to plant kisses along the curve of her shoulder, he wanted to cherish her, to cherish absolutely everything that she was and could be.

“I love you, don’t ever leave me. Please, baby.”

The Bassist murmured gently against her skin, barely pulling away from kissing her shoulder and neck to even speak—his last sentence was spoken as a subtle plea, he never wanted her to leave because now that he had her, he didn’t know who he was without her. He didn’t know how to be sober and steady if he didn’t have a reason and she was his reason, she was the one reason that’s ever truly worked before.

He didn’t need drugs or alcohol to feel good anymore, he just needed the girl who was sitting on his lap.