"Miley, this is just…" Nick trailed. He looked at the brunette and sighed. "I don't know what to say." He rubbed his face in exhaustion and took a good look at his band. Everyone was mingling energetically amongst themselves. They all looked very happy.
"How about I take you out to dinner? To make up for this," Miley grasped at a last attempt to mend things with Nick.
"Mi," Nick said. "I'm not mad. I'm just trying to catch up with everything that's happening. It's a lot, you know?" He rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "I really appreciate the chance you've given me," he took a hold of her hands and rubbed them softly. Miley tilted her head slightly to the right as Nick came in closer. He circled his arms around her and gave her a warm hug. "Thank you," he whispered in her ear.
"You're so talented. You deserve this and so much more." Her hands found themselves cupped around his face. She gently stroked his cheeks. "How about we go out on a celebratory dinner," she suggested. He smirked at her as he went in for a gentle kiss.
"Can't get enough of me, huh?" Nick raised his eyebrows cockily as he stared down at her. She giggled softly and laid her head down on his chest.
"I think it's your cologne," Miley sniffed. She let out a chuckle as Nick groaned at her response.
"You're dating me because of my cologne?" He interlocked his fingers with hers and started to sway their arms side to side.
"Yup, at least that's what she told me," Demi interrupted. A small mischievous smile was starting to conquer her features.
"Ha-ha, funny," Nick rolled his eyes sarcastically. Miley laughed and snuggled closer to him, allowing him to rest an arm around her waist.
"It's true," Demi winked and took a final turn towards the door, trying to suppress any signs of laughter until she hit the hallway and the door closed behind her. Once the door slammed shut, Nick's head snapped towards Miley. His eyes wide with fear.
"Seriously?" Nick asked, naively believing Demi. Miley clapped a hand over her mouth and started to giggle. She tumbled over into her dad's chair from her laughter. Her volume was increasing and everyone in the studio looked towards the couple. Nick was down at his knees trying to snap her out of her giggle fit. "Miley?" Nick begged. Her laughter was becoming contagious and Nick start to find a smile forming on his own face. "Miley, stop," he held his stomach as he was chuckling. She shook her head.
"I can't stop," she held herself down on her seat and started to take deep breaths. She bounced up and down to get the extra signs of laughter out of her. "Okay, I think I've stopped," she took a slow, long breath in and closed her eyes, trying to forget about what happened that made her laugh.
"What was so funny?" Nick asked once he calmed himself down too. Miley shook her head and shrugged.
"To be honest. I don't really know. I think it was just your facial expression," she grinned. Nick was still kneeling down in front of her. His chocolate brown orbs were staring up at her, giving her the full attention that was bringing butterflies to her stomach. Without thinking, Miley leaning in for a sweet, soft kiss. She licked his lips and pulled away. She looked around the studio to find the band staring at the couple's moment. She immediately started blushing and looked towards Nick, who was emulating her same actions. They laughed nervously and nodded towards his band as they got up and walked towards the door. Miley quickly closed the door behind them.
"God, that was embarrassing," Nick chuckled. He took a hold of her hand and laced their fingers together. He lifted their hands and kissed each of her knuckles as he waited for her response.
"You think? At least you've known them for awhile," Miley bent her head down from embarrassment. She pushed the elevator button a couple of times and wrapped her arm around Nick's neck. He bent his head down to allow their noses to snuggle against each other.
"Whatever," Nick sighed and pushed Miley into the open elevator. "They'll forget about it in like a couple of minutes," he turned around to press the lobby button. Once the doors closed Miley reached over to the elevator handle and pulled it. "What are you doing," Nick exclaimed as he felt the elevator slam to a halt.
Miley threw her head back and smirked as she slammed him into the elevator wall.
"You need to relax," she grinned up at him. She felt Nick's muscles loosed up as she brought her lips to his. Nick was beginning to get a hang of what she was doing and decided to take over. He slammed her against the other side of the elevator and licked his tongue across her lips, begging for an opening. He felt his confidence raising as he his fingers started to creep up her shirt and place them on her bear skin. Miley shivered with the contact and jumped to wrap her legs around her waist.
"Wow, you're amazing," Nick breathed in between kisses. He felt Miley smile into the kiss from the compliment. His hands rose a little higher and circled around her back, massaging her. Miley leaned back and gave him a dazzling smile and hopped off. She straightened her hair and pulled the lever again to start the elevator. "Finished already?" Nick raised his eyebrows as he was trying to fix his hair and his clothes.
"You're not getting anything more," Miley teased. "That's for the 100th date," Miley winked at him. He grinned at her and walked closer to her.
"What if I'm a really, really good boy," he whispered and dipped his head to give her small kisses on her neck.
"We'll see," she pulled away from him when the elevator doors started to open up. Two people replaced them as they walked out of the elevator. As they took their leave, Miley could faintly hear the two complain of the long elevator wait. And she silently giggled to herself.
Miley straightened out her blue dress. She especially called up Max Azria to buy a specific dress for this date. It was her one month anniversary with Nick and it had to go perfectly. Their relationship was going strong and she could feel the intensity of it burning through her blood whenever she looked at him. She took one final look at the mirror and started to hop down the stairs. She fetched her shoes and walked into the living room, finding Demi sprawled across the couch.
"You need to get a boy," Miley leaned over to give Demi a soft kiss on the forehead. "Okay," she playfully scolded as she scooted Demi over to get room on the couch.
"Yes, a boy like yours who is way too whipped for his own good," Demi retorted. She held a bag of popcorn in her hand as she kept a solid gaze at the television set.
"Puh lease. You're probably drooling over him in your sleep," Miley reached over for some popcorn and tossed into her mouth. She took another look at the clock and settled into the couch.
"Relax. The boy would never dare to be late to pick up Miss Miley," Demi fluttered her eyes for effect. Miley rolled her eyes and shook her head in disapproval.
"He is not whipped," she huffed. Right on time, the doorbell rung and echoed itself throughout the mansion. "That's him. Bye," she waved to her sister and slipped her shoes on before getting the door. She opened the door to find Nick neatly dressed in a light blue, formal shirt. He tucked in his shirt and completed himself with a fancy pair of dress shoes.
"You look beautiful," Nick grinned and stepped in to give Miley a proper kiss.
"Thank you," she curtsied. "You don't look bad yourself. I mean it. No matter how cheesy that line sounded," Miley chuckled. He grinned back at her and offered his hand as the two waltzed over to his car.
"So, happy one monthiversary," Nick said awkwardly. "I'm really not into celebrating this kind of stuff," he said honestly. Miley gave him genuine smile.
"I know. That's why I'm making you do it," she grinned. She buckled up and turned towards him to give him a thank you kiss. "It means a lot that you would celebrate it even if you aren't really into these kinds of things."
"Anything to go out on a date with you," he placed his hand on her knee and leaned in for another kiss. This one lasting a little bit longer than the last. He slid his tongue as she parted her mouth open and leaned in further. Much to his dismay, she leaned away.
"We're going to be late," Miley explained. She shook her head when Nick groaned and started up the engine. He tilted his head back as he started to back out of her driveway.
"So, I think you're going to like this place," Nick smiled at her. He held out his hand. She took notice and slid her slender fingers into his grip. "It's Italian."
"You can't give me little hints and torture my like this, Nicholas," Miley glared at him. Immediately slipping her hand out of his and crossing her arms. "Either tell me or stop tempting me." He let out a small chuckle and picked up speed.
"Well, I guess we have to hurry up and get there faster then," he mumbled.
"I guess so," Miley tossed her head back and laughed. He looked at her up and down as he stopped at the next red light.
"You know. Either you just let me kiss you senseless or stop tempting me," he licked his lips.
"What do you mean?" Miley asked innocently. She knew fully well exactly what he was talking about.
"Either you completely cover yourself up or you don't wear dresses like that," Nick pointed at her. She suppressed a giggle.
"Dresses like what, Nicholas?" she leaned in and placed a hand on his thigh. He gulped and pushed her hand off gently.
"You're such a tease," Nick rolled his eyes as he turned the corner. He made another turn and ended up in the restaurant parking lot. "So, if you continue this little cherade, you're totally going to miss eating here," Nick gestured his hand to the place. Miley's eyes lighted up as she saw where they were.
"How the hell did you get reservations here?" her eyes were bulging out.
"Being Billy Ray Stewart's new protégée has its perks, Miss Stewart," he winked. He got out of his car and opened the door for her.
"I'm his daughter and I can't get reservations to the Summit House."
"Yeah, because daughters can't flirt with waitresses who are in charge of the reservation stuff," Nick explained as he looped his hand into hers. Miley snapped her hands out of his hold to land them on her waist.
"Excuse me?" she raised her eyebrows in question. Nick chuckled.
"Kidding," He kissed her neck and led her inside. "Joe's buddy owns the place. They were old business partners and he gave me a reservation." Miley rolled her eyes and walked towards the podium. "Two reservations under Lucas," Nick pronounced to the waiter. The waiter seated the couple and left them alone as they waited to order.
"So, how has your week been," Miley lifted a glass of water to her lips to take a sip.
"It's good. You're dad just booked a debut concert for me at the Grammy nominations. It's in two weeks."
"Really? Oh, Nick. That's great!" Miley squealed. She gave his hand a quick squeeze and beamed at him. "Are you excited?"
"Yup. Only if my leading lady will be in the audience cheering me on…" Nick trailed, giving Miley a shy look. She shook her head and giggled.
"Of course I'll be there," she gave his hand a small rub of assurance. He smiled back at her.
Miley grabbed Demi's hand as the nerves rushed through her. This was Nick's first public performance and she didn't know how he was going to handle it.
"Relax, I think you're more freaked out than superstar over there," Demi gave a nod at Nick, who was currently getting ready to go on stage. "Did you give him a good luck kiss," Demi teased.
"Yes," Miley curtly replied. She glared at her sister and her grip tightened. "I just want him to do well," she confessed. "I hope the world sees his talent tonight," Miley sighed.
"Me too, Sis," she pulled her hand out of Miley's grip and walked closer as Nick walked out on stage. "Come on, let's get a better view." Miley followed behind her as the heard Nick introducing himself and strumming the starting chords to his debut song "Who I Am." He played with so much passion that something in Miley started up. She could feel a burning desire as he jumped up and interacted with his band as he was singing the song.
"Wow," Miley gulped. Her insides were flipping over and her knees were starting to give out. Nick bounced his head up and down as he got into the music and bit his lips as he stopped singing. He looked completely adorable and all Miley wanted to do at this point was make him completely hers. He gave a short Thank you and proceeded to walk off stage.
Once Nick stepped backstage he took off his guitar and headed straight towards Miley and Demi. He gave Demi a slight hug and turned towards Miley. He planted a sweet kiss on her lips, but to his surprise she grabbed onto his jacket and made the kiss deeper.
"I have something to talk to you about," Miley said quickly and dragged him and into his dressing room. She bolted the door and turned around to face a confused Nick. "Do you know how much of a turn on that performance was," Miley whined and stepped closer to him. She swayed back and forth, waiting for his response. Even though it was torturing her.
Nick grinned at her.
"What?" she asked, obviously not understanding what was running through his mind.
"You don't know…" Nick trailed as he led her to the couch. "How much you turn me on," he slammed her into the couch and perfectly landed his lips onto hers. She snuck her hands under his shirt and rubbed his abs. He groaned from her touch and slid a hand under her short dress, causing her to arch her back. He grinned that she had such a reaction to his actions. He proceeded to lift the dress up slowly and unzipped the back. She pulled away from the kiss and finished the deed.
Again the two fell back into their make out session. Miley flipped Nick over and started to unbutton his shirt. She took it off subtly as her tongue slipped into his mouth. He pulled off his undershirt and both of their breaths became ragged. She placed her hands on his dress pants and waited for Nick's nod of approval before tearing them off. He fingered the clasp of her bra and finally clicked it off. Both of them were left bear chested as the leaned in for yet another make out session.
Miley thrusted her hips and collided with Nick. He moaned into her mouth and flipped her over. She grabbed the waist band of his boxers and slowly slid them off until Nick finally kicked them off. She caught sight of how aroused Nick was and she smiled mischievously.
"You think you're so cool, huh?" Nick asked hotly into her years, she nibbled at his neck and sucked at his skin. This was the last move to push Nick over the edge. He fingered her panties and slid them off. He took one last look into her eyes, which were darkened with lust, and thrusted into her. She tossed her head back from the contact.
"Oh, god, Nick," she moaned as he slid slowly into her.
"You feel so good, Mi," he groaned. He started to pick up speed and thrusted in and out of her. She yelped in pleasure as he hit her good spots. He started to bring himself into her harder and faster. Her face contorted with pleasure and Nick could feel himself do the same. "Oh god, you feel damn good," he said in between breaths.
"Nick, I think…" Miley gasped. Nick placed his mouth over hers to convey he was about to let in too. He gave one last strong push and felt her walls tighten around him. They both collapsed into each other.
A/N Longest chapter I've written by far, haha. I'm slowly getting there. The real story starts next chapter. This was all fluff so you guys know what they're relationship is like and what not. I hope you've been keeping your eyes open. I didn't put any clues to whats going to happen next but everything will sort of click after the next chapter, hopefully. I hope you guys liked it!