Red and Pink

Authors note: amping up the drama in this one. Still don't own it. XOXOXOXO. I also don't own the movie Valentine's Day or Google. I'd be super rich if I did though.

When the two woke it, it was a quiet, early morning. Birds were singing outside of their window and the sun was shine through. Talk about perfection. Nicole carefully rolled out of Wally's grasp to look at the clock, it was ten thirty. She had slept later than she can remember sleeping in a long time. She stretched her small arms and legs, and got up out of bed to take a shower before he woke up. She stumbled her petite form into the bathroom; this girl was nothing without coffee in the morning after a nice hot shower. She turned the water on in the shower while she inspected herself in the floor length mirror. She was skinny; living with a bunch of guys with little food could do that to a person. She looked like she weighed only about 100 pounds, she knew she was underweight. She looked up at her perky b cups. She had looked at his old girlfriends or hookups on his computer and she knew that he normally went for curvier girls; she just hoped she could be enough and that he'd love her instead of push her. Her smooth alabaster skin was fatless and will be hairless after she shaves for the day. She thought that she was beautiful, she hoped he did too.

She stepped behind the tinted glass door into the hot stream of water. She sighed as she let her tense muscles relax in the heat. She vaguely heard the sound of a door opening but quickly dismissed it as she ran some of her shampoo through her shoulder length hair. The she heard it, the sound of someone puking. She quickly rinsed, deciding she can go a day without conditioner. She wrapped a towel around her and stepped out. She looked down and saw the red-headed boy throwing up into the porcelain toilet. She was startled to say the least.

"Wally, are you okay?" Nicole asked as she bent down to rub his back gently.

"Never better love, just detoxing from the lack of drugs in my system, I'll be okay." He managed to answer right before going back in.

She walked across the hall to the bedroom feeling guilty. She wrapped the towel in her hair and pulled on a pair of cotton shorts and a small tank with a built in bra. She ran right back in.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Her voice was cracking and he could tell.

"Yes, don't cry. Go make yourself coffee. I think I'm done puking for now. It'll be okay. Just get me a glass of water please."

She went into the kitchen and quickly started the coffee before grabbing a cup of water and brought it back to him. He smiled up at her in gratitude. He took the water and went back into the bedroom to rest a little.

She couldn't help but feel a little guilty, she knew she was helping him in the long run but right now, he's miserable and in a lot of pain. She made herself a few eggs and ate them quickly. She went to his computer to look up any information on how she can help him through this. Google told her to keep his body temperature down and try to keep him hydrated. He'll be in pain, and she can't give him any medicine to help it. She wet a washcloth with cold water in the sink and she went into the bedroom. She sat down next to him, put the washcloth on his forehead, and started humming lullabies to try to get him to calm down. He was shaking and taking slow shallow breathes. She knew he wouldn't sleep anymore for a couple days until his fever broke. She stayed by his side and whenever the water glass was empty or the washcloth got warmed, she'd fix it. It would be hard, but she'd help him.

It had been two days. He hadn't slept at all; she had gotten very little since she was up with him most of the time. Two days of puking up everything in his system had really worn him out. He was able to stand now. He walked a little. He drank coffee; something besides water was getting into his system. She smiled at this. She held his hand as they walked back to the bedroom. She made him toast. They sat together on the bed as he ate it. And for the first time in two days, he smiled back.

Three days after the whole detoxing session, the couple was happily walking around the apartment cooking dinner with each other. He threw flour in her hair. She swatted him playfully after putting the banana bread in the oven. It was fantastic, together it was perfect. They made chicken Alfredo, and munched on banana bread for dessert. Afterwards, they settled down in front the TV and Wally pulled out a bottle of wine but only one glass.

"Why just the one glass?" Nicole asked.

"Well darling, you aren't 21, as a superhero, I can't do illegal things."

"You did heroin, I think you can give an 18 year old a glass of wine."

"See I figured you would say something like that, so I brought another glass." He pulled the glass out from behind his back and poured them each a little bit. They snuggled into each other and ordered Valentine's Day on pay per view. After the movie they went into the bedroom.

"Do you think you'll be able to sleep tonight?" She whispered in the darkness of the room.

"No, I'll be too distracted by you."

He kissed her. Hard and long and passionately. He pulled her into his arms and she let them roam as they wanted. His hands grabbed her butt. He teased her breasts. He was gentle and calm with her. She felt him getting excited no matter how calm he tried to stay, he was still a boy with needs. He carefully played with the hem of her cami; he knew she wasn't wearing a bra so he didn't think that she would bare it all for him. She didn't object, instead she moved her left hand down his hard abs right to his straining member. He took this as a go; her shirt was quickly on the floor. She still didn't protest. His lips left hers, and she whined at the lack of them being there. She was okay with it when his lips were trailing light kisses down her sternum, her clavicle, and her breasts. Her moans filled the apartment. They were light and airy and full of desire, it turned him on so much. He suckled on her breast while his hand massaged the other one. She felt like her body was being set on fire with the passion that she felt. She moved her hand underneath the waist band of his boxers and grabbed his whole length. He pulled himself away and gasped. She moved her hand up and down, slowly at first then faster. Every so often she would send a shock of magic to hear him moan.

"Ahh… Nicole." He moaned right before he moved her hand away. "We should stop now. I don't want to push you.

"You aren't pushing me though. I want to make you feel good." She replied innocently.

"You made me quit doing drugs, you've done plenty. You don't need to do this, you already have my heart. You are the only person that would make me feel this way. You are the only person that would stick by me through all of this. My dad gave up on me and kicked me out when he found out about it. He told me I was a disappointment to him and my mother; I was too high at the time to care so I just left. You are much stronger than him."

She laid her head down onto his chest and listened to his heart beat until she fell asleep.