Someone asked me to continue writing about Miranda Cosmer and Nick Johnson's relationship and so I did. Note: To not violate the terms of writing regarding real celebrities, the last names have been fictionalized.

-Laur

"There is no turning back, no. There is no turning back on the road…"

Miranda felt a tingling start at the base of her spine. She forced an erratic sigh, and gazed into Nick's warm, golden eyes. "Miranda, what is it?" Nick chuckled softly.

"Everything," Miranda answered. "It's you, and I'm just so glad we have each other."

Nick smirked widely, "I'd say I'm glad to have you."

"Aw," a smile tugged up the corners of Miranda's lips and she leaned into Nick's muscular body, wanting more. A light rain began to fall, startling Nick and Miranda both.

"Want me to call a cab?" Nick raised his eye brows, dabbing beads of moisture away from his temple with the back of one hand.

"I actually kind of want to take a walk with you," Miranda confessed.

"Oh?" Nick grinned. "You sound like you're a bit frisky today."

"Are you up for an adventure?" Miranda volunteered in a husky whisper.

"I'm up for anything," Nick winked. Miranda took his hand and they wandered down a desolate street corner, past the Coffee shop and the glut of citizens flocking up the city.

"This is why I'm hot, I'm hot cause I'm fly, you ain't cause you not."

Nick sat on a forest green bench overlooking the murky deep blue waters. The tide lolled back and forth, lazily crashing up against the shoreline. Miranda clutched a bottle of Jack Daniels in one hand, gulping it down in a flourish and flashing him a satisfied grin in response, when he peered at her disbelieving. "I feel bad doing this," Nick interjected, as Miranda slyly passed him the JD and chuckled giddily.

"Come on," Miranda shrugged. "It's only once in a blue moon. You gotta let loose."

Nick flushed a beet red, his dark eyes crinkling at the corners as he lifted the bottle to his lips and swallowed. It tasted like fire burning his throat. He began hacking violently and set the bottle on the ground beside his feet. "You call this fun?" He croaked much to Miranda's protesting giggles. He playfully nudged her in her side, earning another wide smirk. "Well, it is kind of fun… actually." Nick said mockingly, his head started to feel light headed. When Nick drank in the city lights, they swam in front of him in reds and blues.

"Nick," Miranda said urgently, her touch causing his heart to race a little faster. "We gotta swarm, Nick."

"No," Nick slurred. "I really want to kiss you."

"What?" Miranda's worried expression softened as Nick cupped her chin in hands and pressed his lips to hers firmly. All the tension melted away in the exchange of soft lips. Nick scooped a wildly shrieking Miranda into his laps and ran his hands up and down her body. "Nick," Miranda moaned. "Not here, okay?"

Nick brushed his lips against the nape of her neck. "Why not?"

"Because, the paparazzo's right behind us and they're having a field day." Miranda hiccupped.

True to her word, bright bulbs popped unerringly outside the thin fence bordering the Sea Museum. Nick blushed furiously and reached for Miranda's hand, ushering her in the direction of a desolate alley. "Let's go, NOW!" He spat. Miranda followed suit.