"Miley. Wake up." She doesn't know if she's still dreaming or what that distant noise really is, but she's so tired and with the warmth and comfort around her, she doesn't want to listen. She burrows her head further down the pillow, hoping it will make the disturbance go away and let her enter dreamland again in peace.
She hears a chuckle and suddenly someone is stroking her cheek, the one that isn't smashed down into an amazingness of soft feathers pressed into a pillowcase. "Mileeeey….come on, time to wake up." That voice and that chuckle, she recognizes it. Of course she would, she could spot it into a sea of screaming people, because that voice makes her quiver, blush and flutter at the same time. But why would he…?
She peeks her right eye open, finding an amused Nick Jonas looking down on her, from his place at the end of the bed. Then she remembers, going off to his house like a crazy person on a mission, pouring her heart out, not kissing him and finally falling asleep on his bed while he was supposed to take a shower. And she can see that he has, because his curls are dripping wet dribbles down his freshly shaven skin. She blushes at the sight of his gorgeousness, wondering what there are supposed to do know. How they are supposed to act.
"Hi." She says, lamely, smiling sheepishly from under him, occupying his bed and all like she's all so comfortable in his personal space. Stupid.
"Hi sleeping beauty." He replies cheekily and she groans, pulling the blanket over her head, to shield her from the word, so she can wallow in her embarrassment alone. Or at least§ pretend to.
"Miley, come on, why are you embarrassed? You never get embarrassed." He prods, poking her shoulder, making her squirm underneath her shelter; apparently he planned it, because he seizes the opportunity and pulls the blanket of her body.
She sighs, sitting up straighter. " I just…well, I was kind of on an adrenaline rush earlier and it's all catching up to me…I mean, what are we supposed to do now, how are we supposed to act?" She looks at him and he smiles softly, scooting closer to her. "Well…like we always have? I don't know. Let's just…go with the flow?" He suggest, shrugging his shoulder and grinning, looking like a complete dork. Her dork, though.
"That's so not Nick Jonas at all." She points out with a raised eyebrow and an amused smiled tugging at her lips. His eyes flicker down to her lips and he smiles, squinting his eyes at her. "I was thinking that I wasn't going to act like him now, maybe be a little more like the sweet thirteen year old me and less like the seventeen year old douchy me."
That makes her laugh and nod her head in agreement, because well, he was kind of a mayor asshole back then, going back and forth between her and Selena and being such a prick about it. Anyway, that doesn't matter anymore.
"I'd liked that."
He smiles, that big one that shows of all of his crooked teeth, the same one he was wearing on June 11th 2006 when she first fell for him.
"So…do you think maybe you would let me kiss you?" She laughs, because that's exactly what he spluttered out with cheeks heftily turning redder by the second when they had their first kiss. He has the same twinkle in his eye that he had at that time though.
Her stomach flutters wildly in anticipation, but this time she isn't thinking about how the hell you're supposed to kiss someone and like are you supposed to use your tongue at the first try, she just thinks about how amazing it's going to feel in a few seconds.
"I don't know, I guess you have to find out." She replies, like she did that time, almost making him back out because he couldn't see she was as scared as he was. He reaches forward and softly places his warm hand at the back of her neck, stroking the skin there reassuringly with this thumb. They both scoot closer to each other and when he places his other hand on her waist; she puts both of her hands on his cheeks, pulling him the last few inches forward.
He makes this sort of content noise when their lips finally meet and she can feel her body reacting as if she was flying face down at an uncontrollable speed about to crash. But when his tongue softly prods at her bottom lip, wanting in, she obliges and feels as if she's timeless, weightless and careless, floating out to wherever. He tastes familiar and his lips are so soft and nice when they're moving against hers in that slow sensual way he has learned to master with her. She leans back and grabs onto the front of his shirt, pulling him down with her, deepening the kiss at the same time, she doesn't know how to stop, she wants more, and she feels as if she has to have him in more way than one. Her hands inches under his shirt, scratching the skin around his chest, back and hips, which makes him groan and instinctively push his hips into hers. She takes it as an open invitation and reaches for his belt buckle, when he lays a soft kiss on her lips and pulls back.
"Relax, we got a lot of time to do that. We don't have to rush." He smiles reassuringly and she whines, obnoxiously surely and he laughs, being completely adorable and sexy at once, which is just crazy and why does he have to be so much to handle?
He lies down beside her, intertwines their fingers, just like olds times and hums quietly under his breathe. "So tell me about your day…your week, anything that's happened, I want to know everything I missed out on."
"Miley. Mileeeey! You're spacing out again." Nick laughs, waving his hand in front of her face. They're sitting cross-legged in front of each other on his bed, he with his favorite acoustic guitar in his lap and her with a notebook placed out in front of her. They're writing together again and it's awesome and surprisingly easy, lyrics and ideas floating out of her faster than they've had in years. Maybe it's because she's finally in a really good place, mentally and psychically.
She blinks and comes back to reality. "Sorry." She says, sheepishly. "Where were we?" She asks and he laughs, shakes his head and puts away the guitar. "I think we're done for the day."
"Noooo. I'm sorry, I won't space out again." She whines, reaching for the guitar when he catches her wrists and holds onto them.
"That's what you said the last five times. Come on, I know plenty of other things we can do."
"Like what?" She asks, put off. She wants to write, she wants to write well for him, she can feel something like Before the Storm almost there, she just needs a little more time.
"Like this…" He says, a little quieter and…huskier? He leans forward and kisses her jaw, backing away to watch her reaction before he leans in again and kisses her lips, while leaning his body over hers and forcing her to lay down on the mattress.
"Niiick…" She mumbles between kisses, urgently, and he glides his fingers easily over her skin, moving to the claps of her bra. He successfully takes it off with just one hand, grinning against her collarbone. She rolls her eyes inwardly, knowing that the Nick Jonas who wants to be the best at everything, probably practiced with a chair or something. Just as his hand ghosts over her breast, making her arch into him, the door opens.
"Hey Nick…Woah! Traumatized, I think I'm blind! Ahh!" Joe says, turning around and walking straight into the wall, before finding the door with his hands and slamming it shut behind him.
Evidently, the mood is ruined and she feels like she wants to die, Joe is like a brother to her and it's just…not okay. So embarrassing. She knows that when he's over the phase were he's going to look down on the floor rather than her face, he's going to tease them endlessly about it, most likely making them as embarrassed every time.
"I don't like your roommate. Why do you have a roommate? You're rich. There is like no legit reason for you to have a roommate." She complains, an angry red color spreading over her neck and cheek, refusing to go away. Nick pulls her closer and strokes his nose over her shoulder, holding her tightly.
"That's true. But I don't like to be alone in big spaces, you know that." He mumbles, absently against her skin.
"Yeah, but you have me now." She points out.
"Exactly. That's why I'm going to kick him out so you can move in here instead." He replies.
"That's good. Wait, what? I'm moving in?" Suddenly the weight of his words sinks in and for a moment, her heart stats to beat real fast.
"Yeah…I mean, you're here almost all the time and I want us to live together, I mean, I plan on being with you forever and living together feels like on step closer to foreverness." He says, turning her around so they can see each other's face expressions. He doesn't look scared at all. Mostly he looks hopeful and actually, really happy. And when she thinks about it, that's exactly how she feels, too.
"Okay, let's continue where we left of….roomie."
"Gladly."
THE END. Hehehe. I kind of liked the end, I didn't want them to get married considering, but you can imagine that in your head if you want. I guess I could have included more, but I still think it sums up the whole story, the both of them finally finding their place in life (or something cheesy like that).
Anyway, thanks to everyone who has been following this and giving lovely reviews and pushed me to write it, hopefully you've enjoyed the ride.
BUT! Please check out my new story "The clichés that comes with love", I will update that one tomorrow. : ) It's a multi-chapter, with plenty of drama, woooo!
And also, haha, just thought I'd let you in on something really weird about me, I have the most vivid dreams, I can often force myself into dreaming about things, like thinking about it before falling asleep/spending a lot of time thinking or doing something. Anyway, I had a super cute nemi dream the other night, had me feeling kind of weird though.
But last night I dreamt that Elvis died and Nick J got super sad and went on a drinking/doing drugs spiel…mah, good thing that didn't happen. Though in the dream I met him, and had the dream, so I could warn him, so in the end Elvis didn't die and we had a chat, it was funny. But embarrassing when I woke up. Anyway, longest author note ever, THANK YOU AND GOODNIGHT/GOOD DAY 3
