JC Chasez stepped into the room, leaving a completely baffled Brian in his wake.  Finally coming to his senses, Brian closed the door and went to stand beside Lindy, putting his arm possessively around her.  "What are you doing here?"  He repeated Lindy's earlier question.
 
    "Just came to talk to your girl, man.  Is there a huge problem with that?"
 
    Brian looked pointedly at his watch and replied, "Actually, yeah, there is.  More than one problem, if you wanna get technical.  See, visiting hours are generally, oh, during the day, early evening.  Three in the morning does not qualify, pal.  And secondly, Lindy told you in no uncertain terms that we" he gestured to himself and Lindy, "are together, and you" he gestured to JC and Lindy, "aren't.  Any questions so far?"
 
    JC glowered at Brian and tried to push him out of the way.  Brian shook his head and pushed back.  "No way man, that's not gonna be happening, no way, no how."  Giving a little shove, Brian tried to escort him to the door, but without success.  Once again, JC plowed ahead towards Lindy.
 
    Realizing that a fist fight wasn't too far behind, Lindy elbowed her way between the two guys and held both of them away from each other.  She turned to Brian and reassured him.  "Bri, didn't I tell you that I'd never betray you again?  Don't you trust me?  If I wanted to talk to JC, you should let me, because that's all it would be, a talk.  I love you, and I'm not going to just throw that away."  She grabbed the front of his shirt in her fist and pulled him towards her, giving him a long, lingering kiss.  Dazed, Brian just stood there with a shocked look on his face.  Lindy turned to JC.  "And you."  She grabbed his shirt and pulled her towards him.  Anticipating a kiss similar to the one Brian had received, he leaned in to her, but she pushed his face away with her palm.  She shook her head and continued.  "I told you that I'd chosen Brian, and I haven't changed my mind, nor do I regret my decision.  I have nothing to discuss with you, and I don't ever want you near me again.  Now go" she turned him toward the door, "before I get vicious."
 
    Giving her one last look before he left, he turned and stalked out of the room in a huff.  Lindy turned back to Brian and noticed he had a single tear running down his cheek.  Startled, she hurried over to him and held him in her arms.  "Why are you crying?" she asked with confusion.
 
    He held her at arms length as another tear slid down.  "Did you just say that you love me?"
 

    ***Later that morning***

 
    *BANG* *BANG* *BANG*
 
    I rolled over in bed and stared at the clock.  10 am.  I rolled over to my other side.
 
    *BANG* *BANG* *BANG*
 
    I groaned.  I was so warm and comfy in bed, I had absolutely no desire to get up and answer the impatient ninny who was at the door.  But as I heard the series of knocks come a third time, I decided I'd better go see who it was.
 
    "Who's there?"
 
    "It's Nick...I lost the key to your room.  Can I come in?"
 
    "You didn't lose it, I took it away from you so I could sleep in this morning" I grumbled to myself.  Straightening the tank top and boxers I was using for pj's, I shuffled toward the door and let Nick in, then promptly headed back to bed.  "What's up?" I asked as I suppressed a yawn.
 
    "Breakfast time.  You want?"
 
    I looked at him in disbelief.  "Breakfast?!  That's what was so important?  Gimme a break Nick, you know I don't even eat breakfast.  What's the crisis this time?"
 
    He flopped down onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling.  "Do you realize that in a week, we're getting married, and we haven't even, uh....well, what I mean to say is, I just think that we should have...see, by now, most people would have..."
 
    "Done the nasty?"  I completed the sentence he apparently had no ending for.  Nick turned to me with a sheepish look on his face.  I took his hands in mine and asked softly, "Does that bother you?"
 
    He bit his lip and scrunched up his face.  "Well, not bother per say, just...I don't know.  I just thought that something else would have happened by now.  I mean, we know that we want to be together for the rest of our lives, and it's just...dammit Sam, I'm a man!  This is what I think about when I see you in skimpy clothes, and when I hold you in the dark, and when we kiss in quiet, secluded places."
 
    I laughed quietly at him.  "We've never really discussed this issue, have we?"
 
    "No.  And I was beginning to wonder if we ever would."
 
    I looked back at him intently.  "Is it that important to you?  I mean, I've got nothing against sex, but I just thought that since we'd waited this long, we might as well go the distance and wait until we both had rings on our fingers.  Besides Nick, don't you think it'll be better if we wait?  Right now there's so much pressure over everything else, why add more?"
 
    By now we were sitting cross-legged in front of each other.  Nick was quiet, so I continued.  "And on top of everything else, it's what I believe.  For as long as I can remember, it's been drilled into my head that pre-marital sex is wrong.  Now, I'm not saying I'm perfect or anything, but I've never....been with someone in that way before.  So you'll be my first....and I just want to make sure everything's perfect.  Right guy, right time, right circumstances.  Do you understand?"
 
    "Yeah, I understand.  I agree with you too.  I just thought we should talk about this.  Two things, though."
 
    "What's that?"
 
    "Ok, one, don't tell anybody this...but, um, you'll be my first, too."  He blushed as he said it, and I thought it was so cute that I leaned over and kissed him gently.  He returned the kiss, and then broke it to hug me.  Leaning back once more, he eyed me coyly and cleared his throat.  "And the second thing is, if you're gonna let me in to your room, at least be wearing something that leaves a little more to the imagination?  Like, how does that kids' rhyme go?  ‘I see London, I see France...'"
 
    I looked down at my legs and saw that my shorts were gaping open, revealing my electric blue underwear.  I squealed, grabbed a pillow, and began to smack Nick over the head with it.  He grabbed the other pillow to defend himself, and soon we were both lying back on the bed, shaking with laughter.  He pulled me closer to him and laced his fingers through mine.  "You're right babe.  This is right for now."  I sighed contentedly and leaned my head against his chest, closed my eyes and let the magic of the moment fulfill us both.
 
 

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