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She stood nervously at the door, biting her lip. So much time and planning had gone into this night, so much energy and tears she wanted nothing to go wrong. It all had to be perfect.
They'd been friends for as long as she could remember, sharing homework assignments and ice cream sundaes, giggling over silliest things. They'd just been two friends, growing up together.
Until Nick became Nick Carter, Backstreet Boy. Oh, they'd stayed friends, even as his fame grew to prolific proportions; she found herself counseling him through his problems with Mandy and his family, listening to his exploits with various women and falling in love with him.
Despite the women and the fame, Nick had really not changed much. He was always there for her, even at three am when her last boyfriend had dumped her because she wouldn't have sex with him. 'What the hell are you saving yourself for?' He'd shouted at her
At the time, Marci hadn't been able to answer that question, but she sure as hell knew it now. The answer wasn't a what, however, it was a who. She'd been saving herself for Nick the love she felt for him ran deep in her veins, and as she stood on the doorstep, in her pale blue summer slip dress, her blonde hair hanging loosely down her back and her knees knocking, she knew that tonight had to be the night.
She would tell him how she felt or go crazy. Even if it cost her his friendship.
Fingers trembling, she rang the doorbell.
"It's open!" Nick's voice came through the open windows.
Marci forced herself to take a deep breath, searching for some sort of calm, something to latch on to
"Hey baby!" He was suddenly in front of her, so close, smelling faintly of Tommy cologne and looking incredible in only simple khaki's and a white t-shirt with the sleeves cut off.
"Hey," Marci answered softly, swallowing a gasp when he pulled her into his arms for a hug. "Thanks for inviting me over."
"Well, since you didn't come see me the last month of the tour like you were supposed to, I had to take action," he grinned, keeping his left arm around her as he led her through the house and onto the deck. "You look great, by the way."
Her stomach fluttered as she looked up at him, a slightly frightened smile on her face. Marci knew she should play it cool, wait for the right time, when they were talking about their lives and all that had been going on. That had, in fact, been her plan but she just couldn't wait another second.
The closeness of him the way he looked the way he looked at her, was too much to take. She'd been taking it for years, it seemed.
"Thanks," she whispered, pulling away shakily. "I I stayed away for a reason, though," she stammered.
Nick looked down at her quizzically. "Did I do something to piss you off?"
'Okay, Marci, remember what you had planned out you know exactly what you wanted to say you can do this. This is just Nick you've known him for years loved him, too '
Nick crossed his arms over his chest and smirked down at her. "Come on, Marce, this is me. Whatever's going on, tell me."
"Okay." She could do this. "I stayed away because I couldn't stand to be around you."
His eyes widened slightly and a hurt look crossed his face. "I thought you said I didn't do anything to piss you off "
"You didn't!" This was not going how she planned. "I couldn't stand to be around you because it hurt too much." Now she'd said more then she should have; there was no going back. "It hurt too much too see you playing the field and having fun with all those women, while you called me when you needed a friend, when you needed someone to talk to. It's not fair I got everything but the one thing I wanted "
She was making an ass out of herself.
"Marci, I'm confused."
"Well, I'm not. At least not anymore. I stayed away because I love you Nick, more then anything I've slowly started to realize that, and I didn't come to see you because I didn't want to have to watch you love everyone but me."
The words came out in a jumbled rush, as did the tears that had been pricking at her eyelids. Nick stared down at her in surprise, completely taken off guard. This sure as hell wasn't what he'd had planned he'd been practicing all day what he wanted to say he was so afraid that she was angry at him, or had some suspicion of how he felt, and wouldn't show up. Now, here she was, telling him the very thing he'd been working up the courage to say to her for months.
He didn't realize he was smiling at her, a silly expression on his face.
"Are you laughing at me?" She whispered, her voice filled with pain. The tears broke free of her eyes and slid down her face. "I didn't expect you to say you felt the same way but I sure as hell didn't expect you to laugh!"
All her planning had been a waste.
Marci turned and ran, yanking the glass doors open and rushing through the house. She ignored Nick's shouts of protest – his feelings were the last thing she cared about right now
Her hand was on the door when he caught her, his strong fingers closing over her small arm.
"Let me go."
"Marci, give me a chance to explain-"
"There's nothing for you to explain. You don't need to say a word. I made an ass out of myself, like I should've known I would. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm just gonna go home and dig a hole to crawl into."
"Oh, Marci," he said softly, pulling her to him. She found her head on his broad shoulder, her hands pressed against his chest, feeling his heartbeat. "I wasn't laughing at you it was at the situation you just took me by surprise, that's all."
"That's all, huh?" she snapped, trying to pull away. She knew it was no use; he was much stronger then she. "That's just fine, then. Goodbye, please."
"No! Marci, damn!" He grabbed her upper arms and shoved her gently away from the warmth of his body, forcing her to look into his eyes. "Listen to me. You just took the words right out of my mouth, that's all." His voice dropped, and a very faint pink plush stained his cheeks.
Nick grinned sheepishly. "All day, I've been planning on what to say to you, how to say it right, so that I wouldn't sound like a moron I wanted you to understand that I've felt this way for so long. I've just been afraid of your reaction."
Marci's eyes widened, and her heart started to beat a little faster. Nick stared down at her, his blue eyes full of something. "Felt what way for so long?"
She was almost afraid to hear the answer.
"Oh, Marci," he said, his grip loosening and his fingertips suddenly feeling like velvet on her fair skin. "I love you too."
"Yes, really I smiled because, well, I'd been so worried about what to say, and then there you were, having the same problem."
She was shocked; her head suddenly felt light, and she swayed slightly. "I need to sit down."
Nick led her to the couch, concern across his face. "You want a glass of water?"
"What? No, I'm fine."
He sat beside her, and she was suddenly very aware of his presence and what it meant. "Nick," she said, turning to face him.
She was cut off by his lips on hers, so gentle and perfect, just like a first kiss really should be. All she could do was sigh into it, and Nick took the opportunity to wrap his arms around her and pull her close. She followed suit, and parted her lips at the flicking of his tongue.
The world seemed to stop for a moment as he kissed her, and she wasn't quite sure how she ended up flat on the couch, his body hovering over her own. Everything moved quickly as his lips left her, slowly making their way across her cheek and moving on down to her collarbone. His kisses were soft and tender, his tongue teasing her.
"Oh, Jesus," she gasped, gripping his shoulders. Her hand fell on his left ear, playing with the new diamond earring. "This is so sexy, Nicky," she breathed, surprised at her forwardness. "They both are."
"Yeah?" His voice was husky against her ear as his tongue flicked out to run down the lobe, sending shivers down her body. "You really like them?"
"Oh yes, and the tats take your shirt off " She tugged impatiently at the obtrusive garment. "I wanna see all of them."
The shirt was quickly removed, and Marci ran her hands over his broad chest, then sliding over to the ink on his arms. "You are gorgeous."
"No, baby, you are."
Marci was in a haze as her dress taken off, Nick's hands lingering over her white bra and panties. "So pretty," he moaned.
She couldn't even speak as his strong fingers trailed over her body, easing behind her to unsnap her bra. Her eyes went wide and her breath caught in her throat when his head lowered and his mouth closed over her left breast, touching her so softly, his tongue swirling around the nipple. Nick's eyes were open as his mouth roamed her skin, eagerly watching her reaction. He knew she was a virgin. He also knew she wanted him.
"Oh my God." Her panties were gone now, and a single long finger was inside of her, moving up and in slowly, pressing inside of her. Marci's hips jerked and she fought the urge to beg him to take her then and there.
"Yes don't stop " She'd felt this before, with others, but not like this. Nick's fingers seemed like magic as one slowly pumped inside of her while his thumb softly tapped at her clit, each stroke sending waves of pleasure through her body.
"You're getting so wet," he groaned, feeling his pants tighten. "You want me to make you come with my fingers?"
"Oh, please, please," she whined, her hips moving at his mercy. It didn't take much; a few more quick, hard strokes and she was there, her back arching and her mouth open wide. Sensations washed over her as she screamed his name, her every nerve ending wide awake.
"God, yes!" she panted, slowly coming down off her high. "Oh Nick, that was so amazing."
He smiled, leaning down to once again kiss her, his body over her own once more, this time completely aroused against her stomach. She was afraid, in a way, knowing it would hurt
"Marci, touch me, please," Nick murmured between kisses. "I need it so bad."
If she didn't want to go all the way, he understood; he just wanted her to touch him.
Her hand slipped between their bodies, gently grasping his erection. Nick gasped and thrusted eagerly into her hands.
"Take off your pants."
Oh, God, he was perfect. Her body tingled at the sight of him, long and thick, begging for attention. Nick jerked when she reached out, tentatively running her hand down the shaft. She was amazed at how something so hard could have skin that literally felt like velvet.
"Damn," he moaned, rocking into her touch. "Oh, Marci."
"Nick, please "
His eyes opened lazily. "Are you sure? You don't have to this is more then-"
"Yes, please. Make love to me, right now."
Then he was on top of her, his lips leaving quick kisses from her toes to her mouth, his hands once again inside of her, stretching her just a little more. She gasped when the tip brushed her opening, her body tensing in a strange mixture of need and apprehension. Finally, he would be hers.
"Oh God," she cried softly when he first pushed his way inside. It did hurt, more then she'd imagined. Marci gripped his shoulders and bit her lip, hoping the pain would go away.
"Just relax," he whispered, kissing her cheek. "Open your eyes and look at me, baby." Her eyes met his, and he slipped his arms underneath her, pulling her close to him yet again. "I'm sorry it hurts but I promise, it will be worth it."
She could only nod as he slid all the way in, groaning as her body accepted his. "Jesus Christ, you're tight. Holy shit "
"I'm sorry," she mumbled, unsure of how to take that..
"What? No, no, honey, that's good fucking unbelievable. Your pussy is so hot and tight around my cock."
His throaty words made her pulse race, and ground her hips against him, suddenly forgetting some of the pain and needing more of him.
"Yeah? You ready?" He didn't wait for her answer as he started to move slowly, sliding in and out of her, his lips over hers.
They moved as one, and Marci found herself digging her nails into his back, her hips jerking rapidly, silently pleading for him to pick up the pace. He felt like nothing she'd ever imagined, hard and pulsating, yet so gentle, fitting her perfectly.
"Nick!" She screamed, crying out in surprise as she came. "Oh, God!"
"Yes, Marci, yes," he called out, burying his head in her neck. "Oh damn baby you're amazing can I? Can I come inside of you?"
"Oh yes, I wanna feel you. Do it, Nick "
"Marci, Marci!" He shouted, his cock suddenly tightening. Her mouth fell open when he thrusted harder into her, her name falling repeatedly from his lips and a warm wetness filling her body.
"Marci," he gasped a final time as he collapsed on top of her, exhausted. "Oh baby, you okay?"
"Yeah, Nick, I'm fine. Everything is just fine."