Short Stories by Katie

For Pammi the Sex Goddess Nick. Naked Nick. Mmm. Nice. Very nice. One of my favorite things, actually. Naked Nick sprawled across the bed on his stomach. Just look at that ass. Perfect. Perfect naked Nick rolled over on his back, stretched lazily, reached down, and scratched himself. Ok, so maybe not perfect. But definitely nice. He noticed me watching him and scooted over on the bad to make room for me, then threw me a uniquely Nick look of the "come hither" variety, the one I call the "come fuck me NOW" look. "C'mere baby." He was so sleepy he was slurring his words. And dammit, it just made him that much cuter. Bastard. Half-asleep and still sexy as hell. Despite myself, I gravitated towards the bed. "What are you waiting for? Get naked! Hurry up!" "No." "Why not? Do you need help?" Nick asked innocently. He started pulling at my clothes, trying to get me undressed as quickly as possible. "No! I have a bone to pick with you." "Really? A bone? Do you have the right equipment for that?" Nick gave me a once- over with those gorgeous eyes. "Maybe I should double-check." He resumed burrowing in my clothes. Laughing, I gently smacked his hands away. "Ok, AJ, it's just an expression! It's not my fault I talk like my mother." "Can we not talk about your mother in bed? I'm trying to relieve some sexual tension here." "You're not doing anything sexual until we discuss why you're such a bastard." I sighed. "Honestly, you are such a boy. Are you ever not horny?" "No. Tell me why you hate me so we can hurry up and have sex." I shot him A Look. Avoiding my glare, he turned his attention to tracing the flower-and-vines pattern on the bedspread. "Do you have any idea what you were doing tonight?!" "No," he said in a very very small voice. He glanced at me guiltily. Looking into those clear blue eyes I melted. I couldn't help it. I relented. "You were so incredible tonight. I look at you up there on stage, flirting with hundreds and hundreds of girls-" "Thousands," he corrected absently, absorbed in twining one of my dark curls around his finger. This was all going in one ear and out the other. "-and I feel like I'm getting a private concert, like it's all for me, complete with pelvic thrusts and ghetto booty wiggles and-" "-I have a ghetto booty?!?" He was definitely awake and paying attention now. "-and all I can think about is how much I want to rip off every article of clothing between the two of us and ravish you until you forget how to breathe, let alone stand up, talk, or think-" "-GHETTO BOOTY?!?" "-and I CAN'T, because you're up there doing what you love and giving those little girls the best day of their lives, and you're showing off and flirting and turning me on beyond belief in the middle of a packed arena and you know it and-" "Are you saying I have a big butt?! You better not be!" "-and you make me want you so badly I'm about to explode and you do it on purpose and you're a bastard!! That ladder thing, were you trying to kill me?!" "I do NOT have a ghet- wait wait, you liked the ladder? Really?" Nick sounded honestly surprised, like he had no clue he was the sexiest thing on earth and coveted by millions. And out of all those millions, I was the only one who had him. Damn. "Nick, I like everything you do. I can't even think about you without getting turned on." Now I was the one talking in a very very small voice. "Nick, I- I love you." I looked down quickly, not wanting to see his reaction. Next thing I knew I was enveloped in a very tight, very warm Nick hug. Another one of my favorite things. He held me close, kissed my hair, petted my back, murmured sweet Nickisms. "Nick, as much as I love Kodak moments, I feel like I'm sharing the bed with a boa constrictor. And I'm still mad at you. Leggo." He snuggled even closer. "Make that a horny boa constrictor." Finally we were untangled and facing each other. "You really were thinking all that stuff? About getting me naked?" "Of course. Wasn't that the point of like, the entire concert?" "Well, noooo... not really." He stopped and considered. "Ok, maybe a little bit." I giggled and hit him. "Bastard." "I was up there thinking about you! Wanting you! Wishing you were there with me instead of Kev and Brian and that stupid ladder!" "So are we gonna start having sex on stage now? You exhibitionist you," I teased. "Don't give me any ideas, Pamela." "Hey, I wanted to be that ladder. You and the ladder were getting pretty friendly." "Shuddup." "I never said that was a bad thing. Except that I was ready to commit indecent exposure on the spot. You owe me. You owe me big time, buster. Make it up to me." He rolled his eyes and sighed, a big dramatic I-wish-I-were-really-fed-up-with-you-so- this-would-sound-authentic sigh. "So whaddya want?" I flashed him one of my characteristic "shit eatin" grins. "Surprise me." He gave me a grin of his own and set to work. I was very surprised indeed. Afterwards Nick cradled my head on his warm bare chest, wrapping his strong arms around me and holding tight. I lay there, listening to his heartbeat and thinking I'd never been so happy, felt so safe. His breathing got slower and slower, softer and softer. Suddenly he squeezed me gently. "I love you, Pammi. I've been looking for you my whole life." Nick grinned at my surprised reaction and stroked my hair, then leaned down for one small, sweet kiss. "Night baby." I propped myself up on one elbow to watch while he slept. He was so beautiful... I traced his features carefully with one finger, wanting to memorize the long lashes curling gently on his cheeks, his tousled blond hair, his sexy mouth. I smiled. Perfect. Then the soft pink lips dropped open and a single quiet snore escaped. Well. Almost perfect.