STORY: you meet back up with your childhood best friend, and he gets a bit out of hand.
WARNINGS: drunkess/alcohol? i guess that's it
TAGS: @littlemissmentallyunstable @gretag13 @lanterns-and-daydreams @whatsamongus @alwaysthefangirl @zuzanna-jadw1ga @emelia07 @f4iry-bell @low-caloriesmonsterultra @that-daughter-of-hephaestus @jimcarreyfann42 @maybxlle @xoxo-vee @elysianwayy77 @ravishinglyliving @- this is just everyone who wanted to be tagged for grayson cuz i wasn't sure, pls lmk if u do/don't wanna be tagged for other characters!!
inspired by a post by @jkriordanverse <33
A/N: SORRY THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO POST WHILE I WAS GONE BUT THE QUEUE DIDN'T WORK >:( anyway so like i said i saw that post about drunk nash singing hozier and i was like omg yes. this gets kinda long i could've split it into two but i didn't so here we are
You were no stranger to formal events. Your family wasn’t necessarily rich, but you were well off. Somewhat higher status. So it wasn’t unusual for you to be at events that required you to dress up a bit. Put on a dress, do a bit more makeup, put on your good earrings.
But this one was different.
It was a big charity event run by one of the biggest family names in the country, but the dress code was less suit and tie, high heels and pearl necklaces. For some reason, they had decided to play into the fact that they were in Texas. A western themed event. And for some reason you decided to go, despite having no experience with that style.
You thought it would be simple enough. Find a cute but not too fancy dress and a simple pair of boots to match. The dress you were able to find in your closet- a white one that fell loosely to just about the length of your knees, square neck, and thin straps. Nothing too revealing nor too elegant. The event, unlike most, was about simplicity.
It was the boots that you had trouble with.
You’d never worn a pair of cowboy boots before. Silly, supposing you lived in Texas, but you had just never been part of the crowd that wore that regularly. Because you only planned on wearing them to the event, you just ordered a pair online because it didn’t matter too much to you.
Only when they arrived did you realize that they were a bit too big. Nothing crazy, it wasn’t like wearing five sizes too big, more like half. And that half a size still made a difference.
You stepped out of your car in front of the venue. It was some sort of ranch that clearly hadn’t been used as a proper ranch in who knew how long. The large barn doors were open, revealing all the partygoers and tables and drinks and lights and everything inside.
Sure enough, everyone was dressed similar to you. Not too formal. Nothing like you were used to wearing. You felt out of place, even though every other person there looked the same.
With a sigh, you made your way to the entrance. You weren’t exactly sure what to expect there. The only reason you came was because it was a Hawthorne event. You knew that name; you’d known that name your whole life. Your family had been close with the Hawthornes. You grew up with the four boys. Well, mostly with Nash. You were closer to his age than Grayson, Xander, or Jameson.
But as you grew older, you drifted apart. Adulting happened, you got busy, and eventually you lost contact with Nash. You still had his number in your phone- well, at least his old one from when you were fifteen. Odds were he probably had a new one, and you weren’t willing to text and find out.
So maybe some part of you deep down was hoping to find him again here. It was probably hopeless. Such a big event, so many people, the chances of finding Nash Hawthorne were quite low.
Yet here you were.
You kept walking, making your way through the entrance. You were just on time, not too early or too late, but there were already plenty of people walking around. You didn’t recognize any of them.
There were sounds of glasses clinking, country music in the background, and countless voices conversing as the evening began to unfold. You walked through the crowd, awkwardly adjusting the strap of your dress.
There was nothing wrong with it, but you couldn’t help but feel self conscious, even when everyone was just as casual.
Suddenly, your foot caught on an uneven plank of wood, the oversized shoe not helping one bit. With a startled yelp, you tripped forward. Instinctively, your arms moved out to catch yourself. But there was no need, because before you could properly fall, strong arms caught you, helping you balance again.
“Woah there,” a familiar voice chuckled. And as you looked up, you found yourself looking into the amused eyes of Nash Westbrook Hawthorne.
Your eyes widened when you realized who had caught your fall, your face suddenly heating up for no particular reason.
“Nash?” You breathed, hardly able to believe it.
He laughed, his grin widening in return when he recognized you too. “Well I’ll be damned. It’s been a long time.”
“Yeah, no kidding.”
Nash took a step back once you were standing again. “You look great, by the way. I don’t think I’ve seen you in this type of dress in… well, ever. The boots too, they look like they suit you.” You could tell he was teasing.
“Am I that obvious?” You asked, tucking your hair behind your ear nervously. “They’re too big, but I figured what harm will it do, right? Oh,” you added. “And, thank you. You look… great, too.”
Why were you being so awkward? It’s just Nash.
Just Nash.
He laughed again, a deep, warm sound that you remembered well. “Thanks, darlin’. Here, why don’t we go sit down? Catch up somewhere quieter.”
You agreed, and the two of you navigate your way through the crowd of people. He was guiding you subtly, his hand gently resting on the small of your back. As you walked, you couldn’t help but notice how at ease he seemed, like he belonged there.
Which made sense, it was his family’s event. And Nash of all the Hawthornes was the one who was most comfortable in those Western-themed situations.
Most likely to win a rodeo.
You and his brothers had voted him that when you were kids.
Nash led you to a quieter spot in the back, as promised. There were some hay bales set up as makeshift seats. Sure, there were chairs that you could’ve snagged from an empty table, but where was the fun in that?
“Have a seat,” he told you. “I’ll get us some drinks.”
And before you could respond, Nash was off. You watched as he walked away, finding yourself glad that he was turned away so he couldn’t see you staring.
His hair was about the same length and style from when you were younger- you supposed he found what he liked and stuck to it. But that didn’t matter because he was wearing a cowboy hat. Maybe it was for the occasion, but you knew him, and odds were he was wearing it because that was just what he liked.
But, of course, it had still been almost ten years. He had most definitely grown. Taller, visibly stronger, and his voice had gotten deeper.
You weren’t complaining.
Nash returned, and you were snapped out of your thoughts. “So apparently there’s no alcohol. Avery’s decision, not mine. Hope you like iced tea.”
“Thanks.” You took the cup from him as he sat down beside you, but realized he’d only grabbed one. “Why didn’t you get one for yourself?”
Nash shrugged. “I’m not a fan of tea. Even without sugar or nothing, it’s a bit too sweet.”
“Oh,” you nodded. Then you thought about what he’d said earlier. “So, Avery…?”
“Oh, yeah, you don’t know her, do you? I mean, I’m gonna assume that you’ve seen everything on the news and such, but you’ve never met her.”
You had definitely been paying attention to any news involving the Hawthornes ever since you stopped talking to him. Maybe paying a little more attention than you wanted to admit. “Is she nice? Good to Jameson?”
“Oh yeah,” he nodded. “Very good to Jamie. They’re good for each other.”
“Good, good.”
Why were you acting so weird?
Just Nash.
You took a sip of the iced tea, the cold calming your nerves a bit. Nash leaned back on the hay bale, as if picking up on your nervousness and trying to make himself more open.
“So,” he began. “How has life been? Last I heard you were looking at colleges out of state?”
You nodded, suddenly feeling more comfortable when you knew what to say. “Yeah. I went up to Massachusetts.”
“Really. Did you go to school there?”
“Yeah. Harvard? Have you heard of it?” You joked. “I don’t know, it’s not very well known.”
Nash laughed with you. “Harvard. You’re kidding.”
“What, you jealous?”
Already back into your old ways, teasing him.
“No. That’s where Grayson’s going.”
Your eyes widened. “What? That’s crazy. On the off chance I run into him, I’ll tell him you say hi.”
Your conversation continued, wandering from how your lives have been to his thoughts on the whole inheritance drama when it first happened. Then somehow you started talking about the fact that they now had a dog named Tiramisu?
Oh, Xander named it.
That made more sense.
But as the night progressed, you still found yourself being awkward. The conversation would come to a slow point and Nash would be the one to bring something up and start talking again, not you. Why was it suddenly so hard to talk to him? Sure, maybe you hadn’t spoken in years now, but he was so easy to talk to that it felt like no time at all.
“You know,” he mentioned eventually. “I’ve missed this. Missed you, missed us. We should try to get together sometime, while you’re here.”
There was something about the way he said us.
“Yeah, that’d be fun. I’m here for the next week, so we could-”
“After the party?”
His offer caught you off guard. You wanted to spend time with Nash, of course, but you hadn’t expected him to want to get together so soon. You weren’t against it, though.
“Oh yeah, after this works.” You took a sip from the drink to try to look more natural; it looked even more forced. “Where do you want to go?”
Nash grinned.
“Can you sing?”
A question like that was never good coming from a Hawthorne.
~~
The rest of the event had gone by quickly. Avery had eventually gone up and said a few words, and afterwards Nash introduced you to her. She was nice, as you thought she’d be.
You also said hello to Xander and Jameson again, which was fun. Grayson, of course, was still at Harvard. Xander made a pinky promise to you that he’d “make sure Gray finds you on campus or else.”
Then, you and Nash were off.
He’d only told you once you’d left where you were going: a karaoke bar.
You were not a singer, by any means or definition of the word, but Nash reassured you that it was just the two of you for fun. Neither of you were expected to be professionals, so that gave you some bit of closure and got you a little more excited.
You were sure that there had to be some sort of karaoke room in the Hawthorne House, but that’s not where you went. Nash took the two of you to a karaoke bar. But when you arrived, there was an individual room reserved for you.
Even if it was taking away from the social bar aspect of the karaoke bar, you appreciated not having to sing poorly in front of strangers.
“So,” Nash began once you were settled in. “Have you got any songs to start with?”
You shrugged. “Do you know any Disney?”
He fully gasped. “Do I know Disney? Do I know Disney? Is my last name Hawthorne? Hell yeah I know Disney!”
Nash hadn’t been lying. Together, you sang a song from practically every Disney movie that existed. And as you sang, you realized you didn’t care what you sounded like. He made it so easy for you to let your guard down and relax and just have fun.
Nash, on the other hand, you quickly realized he had a voice. Deep and controlled, like he knew what he was doing. The only cracks in his voice were because the note was either too high, or just the result of him drinking.
It was a karaoke bar, after all.
Maybe he was secretly a professional country singer in his free time, it’d been so long since you last spoke to him that you had no idea.
After finishing Love Is an Open Door from Frozen, you both finally paused to catch your breath after nonstop singing.
“Y’know,” Nash said, taking a sip from the drink he’d ordered- this time with alcohol. “Hans may have been an ass, but he’s a damn good singer.”
You chuckled. “Says you. You are surprisingly good at this.”
“Surprisingly? Ouch,” he said playfully.
“Seriously though,” you continued. You both took a seat on the couch. “Do you sing often or is that just… a natural talent?”
Nash shrugged humble. “I don’t know. I will sometimes for fun.”
“What do you usually sing?”
He took a final sip from his drink, setting it back down with a loud clunk. “Let me show you.”
~~
Hozier.
That’s who Nash liked to sing.
You didn’t know what you were expecting. Maybe some sort of country artist, simply because of how he liked to dress and talk. Not Hozier. But, of course, you weren't complaining. Because those songs seemed to match his voice perfectly. And he sounded beautiful.
Nash had spent a good fifteen minutes singing, taking a drink between each song. Which, obviously, as alcohol does, seemed to have an effect on him. His words grew sloppier, attempts at dancing growing more wobbly.
After a dramatic singing of To Be Alone that felt more like a serenade by the way he looked at you during the chorus, you would’ve thought he was done. He looked pretty tired and out of it from the drinks, too.
But then the next song auto played- Too Sweet, one of Hozier’s newest songs.
Nash Hawthorne, half drunk and easily excitable, practically screamed.
“I love this song!” He cried, running over to where you were seated and pulling you up to stand with him. You laughed and let him take you.
“You know, Nash, I think I’ve really only ever heard this on the radio-”
He cut you off by beginning to sing when the lyrics appeared on screen. You grabbed the second microphone that you’d set aside and followed along as best you could. It was a bit hard for you to focus, though, as Nash stumbled next to you and tried his best to keep both his feet and his voice steady. Though he tried his best, he was failing miserably.
It was hilarious.
“I think I’ll take my whiskey neat,” he sang, or more accurately, shouted. “My coffee black and my bed at three. You’re too sweet for me!”
When the song ended, he finally let himself sit down. He picked up his drink and had another sip, and you then took it from him.
“Hey!” He pouted. “I’m drinkin’ that. You can drink your own drink, don’t drink my drink.”
How many times could he say ‘drink’ in a sentence?
“What?” You laughed.
“I mean-” hiccup. “I mean don't drink my drink, it’s mine.”
“I’m not drinking it, Nash. I promise,” you said, talking slowly the same way you would to a little kid. “You’ve just had too much. And we took your car, I don’t want to have to drive it for you…”
But it was a little too late for that, wasn’t it?
You took the free water bottle that’d come with the room off the side table and handed it to him instead. “There, drink that.”
Nash took the water and without hesitation opened it and chugged it, successfully spilling water all over himself. You didn’t even bother to clean it up, because he didn’t even bother to care that he was now soaked.
“Okay,” you said, more to yourself than him. “We should probably get going.”
“One more song?” Nash asked, failing to balance his hat on his head and deciding to throw it across the room when it didn’t stay on.
“Fine. One more song.”
Imagine your reaction when you recognized the intro to Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy.
~~
“I’m not five.”
“You sure are acting like it,” you told him. “Sit still and buckle yourself up or I’ll do it for you.”
Nash muttered something under his breath about you not being the boss of him, but he eventually buckled himself up in the passenger seat of his own car, and you got in the front. Nash wasn’t quite completely drunk, but obviously enough to not be himself, because now he was acting like a pouty little kid.
Yeah, it would probably be best if you drove.
As you pulled out of the parking lot, Nash began typing away on his phone. You didn’t know what he was doing until you heard music begin; he’d bluetooth connected his phone to the car speakers, and was now blasting Take Me to Church.
He sang along, a sound you assumed usually sounded angelic, but now his voice cracked at pretty much every single note. Things only got better worse when he rolled down the window and sang into the dark of the night.
You reached over and dialed the volume down, just a bit. When the song ended, you finally took your chance to speak.
“You really like his music, don’t you?”
Nash nodded. “Mhm. He sounds like me.”
You chuckled and let the car fall to silence as you drove him home.
“I missed you,” Nash suddenly blurted.
“I missed you too,” you admitted honestly. “You’re a good singer.”
“You’re a good driver.”
“I’m only driving because you got drunk off your ass,” you reminded him, keeping your eyes on the road.
“Thank you for not crashing the car,” he said genuinely, like it was the most serious thank he could give you. “And driving me home.”
You sighed. “You’re welcome, Nash. Try to get some rest when you get home, okay? I’m sure you’ll feel shitty in the morning.”
“I’m gonna start now,” he said, earning another laugh from you. Nash slumped in his seat, and brought his hat down to cover his eyes. “Goodnight, darlin’. Don’t let the… Hozier bite.”
That last statement was so absurd that you couldn’t tell if you were laughing, coughing, or dying in response.
You caught your breath, though still laughing quietly to yourself at what he’d said.
“Goodnight Nash.”
You thought back to the times when you were younger, and the two of you would stay up late past when you were supposed to be asleep. Most of the time, the lack of sleep got to you and you’d both say the stupidest things.
Maybe he wasn’t so different all these years later after all.
Fandom: Kuroko no Basket
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 7.600
Genre: Romance | Comedy | Slice of Life | Drama
Summary: It doesn’t take Nash long to change your mind, but he just might come to regret it. Or maybe not.
Notes: I wanted to post this on Nash’s birthday on 4th of July, but I didn’t have enough time to edit and post it, so it’s two days late, but better late than never, huh? It can be considered as a sequel to Afterglow and I hope you’ll enjoy it like I did writing. Also I just gotta say that I love Spot so much in this fic asdfghjkl
Your heart flutters at the message you just received. A wide smile spreads across your lips before you shut it and place the phone back on the counter. Music streams from your laptop on the dining table making you hum along.
Eyes falling on Spot, you hopped to his side before you squatted down and cupped his head in your palms, caressing him. Leaning down you pressed a kiss on top of his head, his dark eyes watching you in, what seemed like, confusion, and without saying a word, you jumped on your feet and hopped back to the stove, where you were making pancakes.
It wasn't long until your phone rang, certainly a messenger ringtone heard throughout the kitchen that only made your smile wider.
"Hey there, girl," Kathy is grinning from ear to ear only to raise an eyebrow when you laugh. "Okay, something's up. You better tell me or I'm leaving everything and I'm coming to you." She threatens and it only makes you laugh louder.
"It's nothing." You say and place the phone on the counter so she could still see you.
"Now that's a lie and we both know it."
You hum more to yourself before you look at Spot, who stands up and leaves the house. Your heart flutters, eyes immediately following outside the house.
"Oh my god, he just came, didn't he?"
You feel your cheeks heat up and Kathy laughs as you begin to stutter.
"Okay, lover girl, I get it. I won't disturb you anymore." She says before she bids you goodbye and hangs up.
You leave the kitchen as it is and walk towards the door just in time to hear footsteps, Spot barking and a much too familiar laughter. Your heart skips a beat at the sight that greets you; Spot circling around Nash, who's leaning down, caressing his head, playing with him.
It's then that Nash's eyes focus on you that you feel your knees growing weak. The corners of his lips turn up in a smirk and you approach him halfway, your lips meeting his.
He hums in approval and you're smiling like an idiot as you pull away. But Nash has none of it, because he's wrapping an arm around you to pull you close, his lips pressing against yours once more. Your heart flutters as you hold on to his arms for support to not fall.
"...hey," He whispers against your lips after pecking them one last time.
Your cheeks are burning as you stare into his eyes. “H-hey," you stutter out breathless.
"Sorry for being late. It took me longer than I expected." He says and releases you, but not before locking his fingers with yours.
"Longer?" You repeat with laughter. "You're earlier than I expected." Stepping aside, you began to walk back inside, Nash right beside with Spot already on the doorway.
"Yeah?" He asks and the moment you close the door, he's pulling you against him, his lips on your cheek, trailing over to the corners of your lips, teasing you. "I've missed you." He murmurs and it sends shivers down your spine when you feel his hands roam down your sides. "I couldn't wait for the weekend."
"Nash…" you moan, gasping a second later when he nibbles on your skin just below your ear. You clutch onto his arms, eyes shut as you let yourself be led. "Y-you need a-a shower." you manage to stutter out.
Stilling his movements, Nash pulls away and looks at you with a raised eyebrow. "Are you saying I stink?"
"Yes," You laugh at his betrayed expression when he looks at Spot, saying: "Your owner is really weird. Maybe I should take you and bring you to LA instead."
“You're not taking my dog anywhere, mister.”
Nash looks at you, but instead of saying anything, he pulls you closer to him, pressing his lips against yours. You unconsciously close your eyes, letting yourself lose in the moment.
“Take a shower with me.” He murmurs against your lips once he pulls away.
“Mm-no,” you smile and Nash groans. “I need to prepare lunch.”
“It can wait.” He intertwines your fingers, looking directly into your eyes. “Didn’t you hear you must save water?”
You stare at him for a moment before you burst into laughter, Nash mirroring your smile. “I can’t believe these words are falling from your mouth.” you say and shake your head. “You’re unbelievable.”
“But you love me nonetheless.”
It feels like time stopped the moment he said those words. Your eyes widen and Nash suddenly appears to be like a deer caught in headlights only for your expression to soften. You squeeze his hand and pull him closer to you. You’re looking into his eyes before you move your gaze onto his lips, your fingers caressing his cheek. Your eyes catch his and you notice a bright shade of red covering his cheeks and the tip of his nose.
“I guess I really do.”
Nash is lying beside you in your bed, his arm beneath your head. You're sleeping peacefully and a small smile spreads across his lips. He reaches out his hand and traces finger down your cheek, his smile growing when you narrow your eyebrows. He wants to leave you to sleep, he really does, but he's kissing you on the lips, whispering; "Good evening" and you smile I return.
You hum instead, inching closer for a second kiss that Nash doesn't hesitate to give you. Opening your eyes, you look at him and the first thing you notice is his dishevelled hair. You reach up and comb it through with your fingers, sighing along.
"Your hair's a mess." You murmur more to yourself, but he laughs.
His laughter is rather silent, but it makes you feel butterflies nonetheless. He's wrapping his arms around you, pulling you closer and suddenly you wonder where Spot is only for your attention to be short because Nash is already towering over and showering you with kisses.
"I love you…" He whispers and you're melting into his touch because you do as well. Because you've never felt like this for anyone before.
It's early in the morning when you're the first to wake up. Nash is sleeping beside you and Spot is on his usual place by your feet, when he raises his head and looks at you. You sit up and caress his head with a smile before you stand from bed. Stretching your arms and rising on your toes, you manage to conceal a squeal that threatens to spill through your lips. You lean down to pick up shorts from the ground and put on slippers as you leave the bedroom. You look at Nash once more before you close the door.
You prepare some coffee and check the messages on your phone, laughing when you see one from Kathy, asking if you survived the day while one was from Sara with a simple message that she sent you another package.
You can't wait for the package to arrive, knowing it's going to take a while. Leaving the house, you sit down on a swing on your porch, Spot right by your feet. You smile and caress his head, watching as he jumps up and lays down with head on your lap. He sighs and you chuckle, taking a sip of your coffee as the sun slowly rises. There are clouds in the sky, surrounding the sun, yet not covering it.
A chill runs down your spine, when a slightly colder wind blows. You look at the time on your hand-watch before you lean your head back and sigh as you close your eyes. You still have some time before you start preparing breakfast.
Not long after, a smile breaks on your lips when you hear footsteps and feel Spot raising his head and wagging his tail. Arms wrap around you from behind, the warmth embracing you completely.
“Why is it that every time I wake up, you’re not by my side?”
His voice is still filled with sleep, but he’s certainly awake.
You hum and lean back, looking at Nash, who seems to be slightly pouting. A chuckle escapes you as you hold onto his arms, smiling even wider. “’M sorry. I’m not used to sleeping in anymore. You can blame me for moving here to this place.” You look forward towards the forest and see birds flying amid the mist. “It’s so beautiful here that I can’t sleep anymore.”
“It truly is refreshing.” Nash agrees before he releases you and walks around to sit beside you. He pulls you into his lap, Spot making his place on the ground instead. “But I’d prefer it if you wake me up next time.” He says, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck.
His gesture makes you laugh. “You must be tired. I can’t do that.”
“I don’t care.” He shakes his head. “I want to spend as much time with you as I can.”
Silence lingers in the air and you feel his embrace tighten just a bit.
“Come with me…” he whispers, kissing your shoulder.
Closing your eyes, you let out a silent sigh. You feared this.
“Over the weekend. You don’t have to stay with me through the week. I just want you to come to one of my games. I want you to see me play.”
“But I did.” You laugh, turning around to cup his face. “Although I did before I moved here, I did. You’re an amazing player.” You kiss the top of his nose, brushing away the hair that covers his eyes.
Nash snorts and looks towards the forest. “Why can’t I change your mind?”
“Because I’m stubborn like a bull.”
He throws his head back laughing. “And how can I get through this bull that’s so stubborn?”
“You can’t.” you grin.
“Oh, I’ll find a way.” He says.
You know he’s as stubborn as you, if not more. Your grin turns into a fond smile and you pull away just enough to turn and wrap your arms around his neck.
“Let’s just stay like this for a while.” You whisper and Nash tightens his embrace, saying nothing.
Both of you observe the sky turning brighter, until the sun is higher in the sky and the birds are livelier than at night. It’s warmer to stay outside and you don’t want to move from your spot, but you’re starting to feel hungry.
“We should eat something.” It’s Nash, who breaks the silence first.
You half groan, half whine, but pull away with reluctance. Nash laughs at your pout and caresses your cheek, looking at you like you’re the most precious in the world.
“What do you want to eat?” he asks and you raise an eyebrow, saying: “Are you gonna prepare breakfast?”
He hums and grins. “Nah, actually I found this perfect diner in the town. Wanna grab some pancakes?”
You stare at him for a moment before you burst into laughter. “Pancakes? Seriously?”
“Why not?” he shrugs as you both stand from the swing. “You need to go to the town more. You can’t stay here every day. Go among us humble humans.”
You roll with your eyes, but hold his hand when he reaches out. “All right, all right.” You cave in, Spot walking right in front of you. “I haven’t been in town in a long time either way.”
“See? Another reason for you to go.” Nash raises your hand and kisses the top of your knuckles without breaking eye contact. You feel your cheeks burn, but don’t avert your gaze elsewhere.
“Are you gonna drive?” you ask as you both walk inside.
“You don’t exactly have a car, do you?” he asks back and you laugh.
“Aren’t you afraid they’ll recognise you?” You tilt head forward, catching his gaze.
“It’s fine.” He says and just when you reach the bedroom and you walk in front of him, releasing his hand, only for him to grab your wrist and turn you around. Your eyes widen and just when you want to ask him what’s wrong, he kisses you.
A smile soon forms on your lips, giving you away and you can’t help but tease him. “Maybe you’re hungry for something else and not pancakes.”
Nash stares at you before he scoops you from the floor and throws you on bed. You yelp, before you burst into laughter as he takes off his shirt. He’s reaching forward for your pyjama pants that he pulls off swiftly. Your underwear is gone before you can blink and you feel your cheeks heat up when he looks at you like a man starving for days.
“Pancakes can wait.” Is everything he says before he leans down and kisses you on the lips as his hands part your legs.
“You’re really bad for me.” You hear yourself say.
Nash is drawing small circles on your shoulder, kissing the crown of your head. You can feel him smile. “And you for me.” He admits and it makes you smile as well.
There’s a moment of silence before you sigh. “There go our pancakes.” You murmur, but Nash laughs. “I feel like I’m spending more time in bed than outside when you’re here.” You pout with a smile.
“I can always go back to LA.” Nash says and you know he’s teasing you.
You remain quiet for a moment before you say; “Then I’ll just come with you.”
It feels like time has stopped. Yet before you know it, you’re lying beneath and Nash is hovering over you, looking you directly into your eyes. His own are wide open and there’s a twinkle in them that you can’t miss and your smile widens.
“Seriously?”
“For the weekend only.” You say.
You expect him trying to change your mind for a longer time, but he’s kissing you all over your face, making you laugh as he embraces you in a tight hug. He doesn’t let you go and he even lets Spot lie between you.
Suddenly he’s pulling away, frowning, as he looks at you. “What made you change your mind?” he asks, feeling too good to be true. “What did I do?”
You laugh, shaking your head. “Nothing.” You answer and cup his face. “I was thinking of visiting Los Angeles again now that I know the way around here. I was just … waiting for the right chance, or how should I say.”
“Okay,” Nash nods and lays back beside you, pulling you into his arms. He takes a deep breath. “I’ll take that too.”
“You really wanted me to get to Los Angeles, huh?” You look up at him.
“If it were my way, I’d show you to the whole world.”
His words surprise you, but something stirs inside of you. You can’t explain the feeling, but you feel happy for what he said. Instead of responding, you bury your face into his chest and close your eyes.
Somehow, that idea doesn’t sound that bad.
“Why is it always so hot here?” You groan the moment you step out of Nash’s black Land Rover. Nash only laughs as you reach for the back door and open them, Spot jumping out a second later.
“I take it you’re not that fond of hot weather.” Nash says.
You raise an eyebrow, giving him a look that tells him everything and makes him laugh. “Do I look like I’m fond of heat? I’d rather spend a week inside a cabin by a fireplace while watching snow outside back in Seattle.”
“Now, now,” he’s walking over to you, a wide smile on his lips as he takes your bag from you. “We have a long day ahead. Why don’t we go up, take a shower,” he wraps his free arm around you, pulling you closer, “rest a bit and then go out? I can show you around. I know places.” and kisses the corner of your lips.
“Of course you’d know them.” You look at him. “You know what?” you bite your lower lip, wanting to tease him a bit. “I wanna meet your friend.”
Nash narrows his eyebrows. You know he caught it in a second – your choice of words. “Which one?”
“The one who I saw on the bus station at 4am before I left for Seattle one year ago.”
In a second Nash’s ears turn bright red along with his cheeks, making your eyes wide. “Will you forget that already?” he grumbles as he pulls away, but he looks too adorable for you to stop.
“You asked your friend to follow me, Nash.” You shiver at your own words. “God that just sounded so wrong.” You look at Spot, who’s sitting by your side, looking at you. “And I still don’t get why Spot liked you the moment he saw you.” You mumble more to yourself, but Nash heard you clearly.
“What can I say? Dogs just love me.”
You look at him unamused and he laughs as he holds your free hand while you look at Spot and click with your tongue. Spot immediately follows both of you before he strolls ahead like he already knows where he needs to go.
Only now you decide to look around where you stopped. It’s quite a noisy street in Los Angeles, surrounded by skyscrapers. You spot a couple of people looking your way, moreover at Nash, and you can see the recognition on their faces. You turn back in front at the skyscraper in front of you before you turn to Nash.
“How can you live here?”
He looks at you confused. “I grew up here.” He shrugs. “Well, my parents live in Paradise Cove, in Malibu. I moved to the centre when I joined Jabberwock.”
“That’s nice.” You say and look at Spot, who stopped in front of the door. It’s only then it dawns on you, remembering you read about Paradise Cove and Malibu, wanting to visit it, but due to expensive prices, you couldn’t afford a ticket there.
“Y-you-you, where?” you stutter, looking at Nash.
“What?” he asks and looks at you confused.
“Y-you’re from-from Malibu?”
“Yeah,” he nods. “Didn’t you know that?” he seems surprised.
“I come from a country no one knows, Nash.” You state and he laughs as you walk inside. “That’s not funny.” you frown. “I was, I’m just … I mean, now I get how you can be so rich and all, but shisus, Nash, Malibu? The only Malibu I knew before coming to LA was Malibu drink.”
You walk inside and towards an elevator, where Nash presses a button before he turns to you, saying: “If it makes you feel better, they’re considering moving to Beverly Hills before they sell the house.”
“No,” you shake your head. “That doesn’t make me feel any better. At all.” Nash laughs and you shove him in the shoulder just in time the elevator door opens, revealing a couple. Your eyes widen when you recognize Jason, who seems as surprised to see Nash.
“Yo, aren’t ya comin’ back next week?” Jason asks bewildered and you don’t miss the way the woman looks at Nash, completely awestruck.
You narrow your eyebrows, not liking how she eyes him, until her gaze falls on you. A small smile spreads across her lips before it turns into a smirk. She raises an eyebrow as she tilts head to the side and you can’t help but look away, feeling uncomfortable under her gaze.
“Change of plans.” Nash answers, pulling you closer to his side and only then Jason seems to notice you as well.
“Oh?” the corners of his lips turn into a smirk. He looks back at Nash. “Wanna join us? We’re goin’ out to have some good time.”
“Not this time, so get that idea out of your head.” Nash shakes his head and Jason frowns.
“Ya sure?” he raises an eyebrow. “I’d love to taste something different.”
Suddenly it feels like ice cold in the room. Spot is standing between you and Nash, his eyes glowering on Silver. You feel Nash’s tight hold on you and you look at him. His eyes are focused on Jason alone, but the coldness in them surprises you. You’ve heard many gossips and rumours of his character, yet not once had he looked at you in any other way than with a gaze full of adoration.
“Silver,” Nash says slowly, carefully. Noticing the tension, Silver gulps and lowers his head, the corner of his lips twitching. “I’ll pretend I didn’t hear what you said just now.” He doesn’t move his eyes off him, not for a second.
“Nash,” you tug on his hand. You see him close his eyes before he looks at you, that softness returning. “Let’s go up.” You didn’t want to show him that this new side of him scared you, so you smile. Yet aside from a fear, there’s also a new emotion that stirs inside of you, which makes your knees weak.
“Alright…” he agrees without a second thought as he raises your hand and kisses the top of your knuckles.
You turn to the woman and Jason, who are watching you bewildered at how easily you manage to break Nash’s attention. A smile spreads across your lips, your eyes falling directly on Jason, feeling rather brave beside Nash. You lick your lower lip before you bite it and look at the woman. Suddenly she seems much smaller than before, all the confidence gone.
It’s in that moment that Spot barks, startling both of them, while you and Nash look at him. You laugh and lean down to pat him on the head, saying: “Yes, yes, we’re going inside.” You look at Nash, who’s looking at Jason again.
“When’s the practice?”
Jason blinks, stuttering out an answer; “In t-two days…”
“I’ll see you then.” He nods and looks your way. “Don’t let me hear a bad thing.”
“Y-yeah, got it.”
The couple disappears from the longue. For a moment there's silence before you burst into laughter.
“Why … are you laughing?” Nash asks.
“That was kinda cute.” You admit, grinning. “I think I kinda like this new authority of yours. Made me feel something entirely else.”
“Fear, I believe.” He smirks and you laugh.
“Yes, I admit I felt a bit scared.” You say and Nash’s smirk fades as you step inside the elevator. You can see he feels troubled, so you caress his arm, catching his attention. “But I also felt a bit different.” His eyes catch yours and it’s your turn to look away, suddenly feeling embarrassed. “I can’t explain it, but it felt … good.” you murmur the last word more to yourself.
Before you know it, you’re pressed against the elevator wall, your eyes wide as you look at Nash. You can’t see Spot, but you know he’s behind Nash, sitting or lying you’re not sure, but he’s there. Unable to think about anything else, you focus on Nash, who doesn’t waste time in kissing you.
“I want to ruin you…” he whispers against your lips.
You take in a shaky breath, shuddering at the intense emotions that swarm in his eyes. “I-I don’t mind…” you stutter and before Nash can do anything, the elevator stops, announcing your arrival.
With a peck on your lips, he leans down to grab your bag while you look at Spot, breathless.
“Shit…” you murmur, feeling your knees wobbly as you try to hold onto something, anything.
You follow Nash, eyes focused on his back. He stops at the end of the hallway and the moment you join him, the door is already unlocked and open. He steps aside and lets you and Spot in first. Spot dashes from your side inside and you’re about to call him back, but stop when you feel hands on your hips. You shiver at the tight grip, completely missing the sound of the door closing with the lips against your shoulder, trailing up your neck.
“Nash...” you whisper-call, but he nibbles on your skin, making you moan.
“Welcome to Los Angeles, princess.”
You don’t have time to marvel at the space of his apartment, or should you say penthouse, because he’s already pulling you towards his bedroom, leaving clothes behind.
Staring at the mirror in one of the three bathrooms, your eyes are more focused on a hickey that’s quite visible on your neck. You bite your lower lip as your eyes fall on the second one on your cleavage and then on your collarbone. Wearing nothing but underwear, you put on a bathrobe and leave the bathroom.
Nash is lying in his bed, playing with Spot and at any time before you would melt at the sight, yet the hickeys and marks he left in his wake trouble you more than you dare admit.
“Nash,” you call softly. He looks from Spot at you the same moment you pull the bathrobe to the side and show him hickeys on your collarbone and neck. “What’s this?” you ask.
He narrows his eyebrows, sitting up. “Shouldn’t I have done that?” he asks and you almost give in. Almost.
“I don’t mind, but,” you’re starting to hesitate. “I know we didn’t say anything about boundaries, but I don’t want everyone to know from the start.”
Standing up, he approaches you and tugs a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Then is a non visible place okay?” he leans down, his hand trailing down your sides before it disappears beneath the bathrobe. Your eyes widen when you feel his fingers brushing against your core. “Is here okay?” He isn’t looking away from your eyes when his finger traces right across the clothed slit.
You unconsciously hold onto his arms as you watch the corner of his lips turn into a smirk. You want to tell him off, but you’re unable to for he’s already slipping a finger inside of you. Closing your eyes, you move your hips, grinding on his finger instead.
“Look at you…” he murmurs. “So needy for me.” He kisses you, his other hand cupping your face and you let him.
A moan escapes your lips and Nash uses the chance to deepen it. Just when you feel it growing, coming slowly, Nash pulls away, leaving you hot, bothered and needy. You huff, glaring at him and he dares to laugh when he sees your expression. There’s no doubt your cheeks are flushed.
“I can’t have you getting used to such things so early.” He shakes his head, straightening before he takes his two fingers and licks it clean.
You’re unable to look away, feeling even more bothered that he left you hanging just when it was getting to the good part. Like he could hear your thoughts, the corners of his lips turn into a smirk and you know whatever will say next, won’t be anything smart.
“Maybe if you’ll be good for the rest of the day, I’ll let you lead.”
Raising an eyebrow, you lean on your left foot, arms crossed. “Yeah?” you ask and Nash nods. “And what does it count as being good?”
“Staying by my side the whole time.”
“What if I have to go to the bathroom?”
“That’s fine.”
“Hmm…” you hum and tilt your head to the side. “Why do I have a feeling you’re getting possessive?” You lower your head just enough to look at him from beneath your hair.
“Because I am.” He answers and holds your chin between his thumb and forefinger, raising it so he can look clearly into your eyes. “Once you get to know me, I’m a very possessive man, [Name].”
You gulp, holding your breath when he leans closer to you.
“And when I have something within my reach, I don’t let it go so easily.”
When you step out of Nash’s jeep, a rather chilly wind sends a shiver down your spine. You look around and find yourself somewhere downtown in Los Angeles that’s full of people and a store on every step you take.
A hand on your lower back and a breath on your ear as Nash's voice reaches you; “Keep by my side.”
You look into his eyes, which in the evening are rather dark, and you find yourself nodding unconsciously. You tug down the dress you’re wearing, looking down, wondering if you're dressed well. You don’t like wearing dresses, feeling like you’re not yourself, but you wanted to impress Nash and you knew he wouldn’t deny you anything.
“You look beautiful.” Nash says and kisses you on the cheek.
Suddenly it feels so much hotter than usual as it dawns on you. You’re meeting his team; Jabberwock team. From Silver to Shūzo and quite possibly their managers. Although you were prepared for it for a while now, it still makes you nervous, which Nash doesn’t miss.
“I’m here, [Name].” He holds your hand and raises it, kissing your knuckles. He’s looking directly into your eyes as he says it and you feel something grow inside of you.
Walking inside of the club is too easy. Many heads turned towards you, eyes widening when they saw with whom you came. The security left you inside without checking and it’s another realisation that everyone knows of Nash. You’re not sure how to feel about that, everyone knowing him, but you quickly forget when the loud music reaches you.
People are greeting Nash, yet he rarely greets back. It’s not long for a smile to break on his lips and you follow his gaze that falls on a table on a balcony, men calling for him. You recognize Jabberwock team members and you wonder if Shūzo is also there. You spot him a moment later when he leans back before he looks down, directly your way.
Nash tightens his grip on you as he leads you by the dancefloor, up the stairs and towards the VIP room. There’s noise and loud voices coming from inside that only grows when he opens the door. You completely forget about being uncomfortable, because the sight that greets you makes you laugh.
Nick pulls Nash in a headlock the moment he steps inside, messing his hair and Zack and Allen soon join. Silver is sitting with the same woman by his side and there’s no mistake the woman is eyeing you, feeling wary instead.
“I thought you’ll come next week.” Shūzō says before he looks at you and gives you a nod.
You smile, but don’t say anything as Nash speaks; “Change of plans.”
“Does it have to do with this beauty here?” Zack is standing beside you in a second.
A chill runs down your spine when you feel Nash pull you behind him, but it’s Shūzō, who speaks; “Stop it Zack. She’s off the grid for you. Or any of us at this point.”
Zack looks at Nash and raises his hands, grinning from ear to ear. “Chill, Nash. You know we don’t go for the serious ones.”
“You better.” Nash hisses before his eyes fall on Shūzō, who stands up. “[Name], you know our team, so there’s no need for any introductions, right?”
Feeling a bit bolder, you step beside him, eyes focusing on Shūzo as well. “I don’t think I’ve met this one yet.” You know you should back away when Nash grips your hand tighter, but it’s just so fun to tease him. You hear your name being spoken with a hidden threat laced between and Shūzō’s quick to catch onto your plan.
“And neither have I.” he says and you could swear you felt Nash’s hand twitch. “I’m Shūzō.” He reaches out his hand for you to shake it, but Nash has no intention of letting it go.
Raising an eyebrow, you look at him, amused at the situation more than anything. The corner of your lips twitches, yet you warmly smile at the young man standing in front of you.
“Hi, Shūzō.” Your smile only widens as you manage to slip Nash’s hold. You can feel his eyes on your back only for the whole room to fall silent as you embrace Shūzō for a quick hug.
Before Nash can react, you’re already pulling away and wrapping your arms around Nash’s torso, smiling up at him. You can see his eye twitch as he forces a smile.
“Princess,” his voice is so low and almost quiet that you can barely hear him.
“Hm?” you hum, blinking at him like you did nothing wrong. You can hear laughter in the background and Nash glares at them before he sighs and shakes his head. You’re grinning from ear to ear as you rise on your tiptoes and kiss him on the lips, saying; “I’ll be good.”
“You better be.” he hisses through his teeth.
Pulling away, you look at Shūzō, who’s watching you both amused, before you follow Nash and sit between him and Nick. You don’t listen to what they’re talking about, being too immersed in the fact that you’re in one of the clubs in America. You’re looking around, not missing the way the woman, sitting beside Jason, is eyeing you up and down.
“So,” it’s Shūzō, who’s the first to speak louder, catching your attention; “what brought you to LA?”
You look at him and then at Nash, your fingers intertwined. “A bit of change is good every now and then.” you say and Nash raises your hand, kissing the back of your hand.
“Get a room, for fuck’s sake.” Zack curses.
Nash laughs and you feel your cheeks burn. “Don’t worry, we did our share before we came here.”
“Nash!” Your eyes are wide, moving over to cover his mouth, but he’s grinning from ear to ear as his friends burst into laughter, while some only groan in response. “You’re the worst, you know that?” you huff.
“Come on,” he leans over to you. “It’s not like it’s a secret we’re together.”
You narrow your eyebrows in confusion, but don’t say anything on the matter. You quickly find yourself enjoying the time instead, completely forgetting about what you talked about not too long ago. Not sure what you want to drink, you leave it to Nash to choose instead. And you’re not disappointed with what he gives you.
You raise an eyebrow when you hold the glass of cream liquor and look at Nash, who’s watching you. “I’ll be suing you if this isn’t good.”
“Just try it.” he laughs as he takes a sip of whiskey. “I know you’re more into cream liquors than this golden beverage right here.”
“Oh my god, no,” you groan. “Stop talking like that, I beg you.”
You hear Shūzō snicker and you try to look at him, but Nash is holding your chin instead, making you look at him. “I swear one day Imma beat the crap out of him.” He murmurs under his breath.
You blink at what he said before you burst into laughter. Nash’s eye twitches in annoyance. You don’t say anything on that, knowing he would deny his jealousy, so you take a sip of the cream liquor instead. The moment you taste it, your eyes widen. The taste reminds you of something, a mixture of chocolate and mint.
“Good?” Nash asks.
“Very.” You take another sip. “It’s not the best I had back home, but this is good. Too good.”
“Where are you from, though?” Nick speaks, catching your attention.
You glance at Nash, who surprisingly doesn’t do anything, only leans back in his seat with an arm around your waist. “Europe.” You answer, looking back at Nick, whose eyes widen.
“What in your damn right mind made you come here?” Allen asks. “I’d rather stay there than go to this godforsaken land.”
You remain quiet for a moment, wondering how to answer. You feel Nash’s hand gripping you just a bit tighter, knowing it was okay. You hum before you look at Allen and say; “Freedom…” with a smile on your lips.
“You’re crazy, but you have guts, can’t deny that.” Nick says as he takes his glass of liquor and drinks it.
You feel Nash’s arms around you as you stumble over your own feet. The wind outside is rather chilly, which makes you shiver, something that Nash doesn’t miss. He tightens his embrace around you, his cologne completely overwhelms you and you lean closer to his side. Nash chuckles at your action, but doesn’t say anything, except kissing the crown of your head.
A moment later he stops and so do you. You blink as you take in your surroundings. You don’t recognise it immediately until Nash releases you. You see him reach for the door that leads inside the apartment flat. It’s just a split second and you feel like you’re flying.
“Whoops!” you stumble back. Another shiver runs down your spine when you see Nash’s eyes wide, but he’s already holding you. A chuckle escapes your lips.
“I ain’t letting you drink anymore.” Nash says more to himself than to you.
You tilt your head to the side to look into his eyes as your chuckle turns into laughter.
“You’re a happy drunk, ain’t you?” he murmurs amused and you’re grinning from ear to ear. “Come on, let’s get ya in and in bed.”
“Nooo…” you whine, shaking your head.
“Yes,” he nods. “As much as it’s a delight to see you so happy, you’re too drunk to even stand on your own feet.”
“No!” you gasp, feeling rather giddy.
“[Name]…” Nash calls your name in a warning tone.
Your lips form into a pout as you lower your head and look at him from below. Nash’s lip twitches before he helps you walk inside. Your pout only grows.
You let him lead you inside the elevator, which is quiet, until you reach your floor. You stumble over your own feet, but Nash is holding you tight by his side. You can feel the heat of his body, his cologne overflowing your senses when you lean closer to him.
You don’t remember much of what happens next, but you find yourself standing in front of your shared bed. He’s unzipping your dress rather slowly before he slides his hands beneath to push it off your shoulders. He’s leaning closer until you feel his lips on the nape of your neck. You shudder, caught off guard, and he’s taking his sweet time with the other side.
“Nash…” you call him and he hums. “I wanna sleep…” you murmur, turning your head to look at him.
"Yeah, you will," He answers and you think he's about to go further, only to make you feel disappointed when the dress falls off your shoulders and pools beneath your feet before he pulls away.
Your lips form into a pout that makes him laugh.
“What is it?” he asks as he caresses your cheek, looking at your face.
“Nothing…” you murmur and turn your head.
“You thought I’d do something?” he asks and leans forward, his breath tickling your skin.
It sends shivers down your spine. You hesitate with your answer until a breathless; “No,” leaves your lips. You feel more awake than a moment ago, cheeks heating up at the featherless touch.
“No?” he repeats as he places his other hand on your hips. You shudder. “You sure?” His voice is almost too quiet, yet clearly awake you can hear him, feel every exhale of his breath against your skin along with his touch.
You sigh contented when he pulls you against his chest, embracing you instead. His touch is warm, the scent of the ocean overwhelming your senses and you find yourself slowly falling into slumber.
“Let’s sleep…” is all he says before he leads you to the bed and helps you lay beneath the blanket.
Your eyes are already closed, yet you can still hear him shuffling before the bed dips on the other side. His arms wrap themselves around you and any other time you’d feel conscious of you being in nothing but underwear, but in this moment you didn’t care. All you want, and could feel as well, was the warmth, love and care that Nash showers you with kisses as you fall asleep.
Tonight you dream of your small house back in Forks. You hear Spot somewhere outside barking and laughter that echoes. You follow the sound and lean on the doorway, a smile on your lips when you see Nash playing with the dog.
You can feel your eyes burn at the sight, emotions overwhelming you completely. You say nothing when Nash looks at you as he pets Spot, smiling even wider, except you walk their way and embrace him. He’s telling you something, but you can’t hear. You only shake with your head as you bury your face in his shirt, eyes shut as you enjoy his warmth.
When you wake up, it’s dark, but you can see the sun is already high in the sky. You take in a deep breath before you turn, excepting to see Nash, but his side is empty. All the sleepiness you felt just a moment ago is now gone and you’re wide awake. Spot is nowhere seen either, yet you hear silent voices in another room.
“…matter how much you’re looking at me with those eyes, I ain’t giving you. It’s for your owner. You know who your owner is, right?”
There’s silence, yet you can hear a very silent whimper. Curiosity getting the better of you, you stand from bed, only to realise you’re in your underwear. Looking around, you grab the nearest T-shirt and pull it over your head before you tiptoe towards the kitchen.
“No.” Nash says firmly.
You raise an eyebrow as you stop on the doorway into the kitchen, leaning on it as you watch the scene in front of you. Nash’s back is turned towards you and Spot is sitting right beside his feet, his ears up along with his head before he licks his lips, an obvious attempt to make Nash give him whatever he’s preparing.
There’s another whimper that escapes Spot and you’re suppressing the laughter that threatens to escape when Nash sighs.
“I really doubt [Name]’s spoilin’ you so much, but here.” He murmurs as he gives him a piece of bacon. “Don’t beg for more, ‘cause it ain’t gonna work the second time.”
A moment of silence.
“And don’t tell her either.”
You can’t help the laughter that escapes you. Both Nash and Spot turn to face you – Nash with wide eyes and Spot happily rushing to your side. You squat down, hugging the dog, but your eyes don’t leave Nash’s, who visibly gulps.
“So,” you begin, a grin spreading across your lips. “I see you’ve been feeding my dog food when I don’t have my eyes on you.”
“It’s his fault, not mine.” Nash points to Spot only for the latter to bark and nuzzle his nose into the crook of your neck. “Ha!” he scoffs.
You laugh at their antics. You pet Spot before you stand and walk over to see what he’s up to. Wrapping your arms around his torso, you lean onto him. Nash leans down and pecks you on the lips that you happily return, beaming at the affection.
“So I don’t know what you like to eat, so I kinda experimented.” He says and you look at the two plates. “Eggs and bacon with toast. I didn’t mess it up.”
You chuckle and take a piece of bacon. “That’s the easiest breakfast to make and if you mess this up then there’s no hope for you.” You can’t help but to tease him.
The tips of his ears are turning red as he coughs. “Ha—well, like I said, I didn’t mess it up.” He repeats and looks at you. “How is it?”
“Good.” You grin from ear to ear and pull away when he holds the plates.
“Coffee’s already out on the balcony.”
“We’re gonna eat on the balcony?” Your expression brightens.
“Every time I visit you back in Forks, you’re eating breakfast on the terrace.” He says it like it’s the most obvious thing. You feel your cheeks heat up, realising he pays you more attention than you thought. But at the same time it makes your chest warm.
“You’ve been watching me?” Your voice is quiet, almost a whisper.
Nash blinks before his eyes widen, blush creeping upon his cheeks and the tips of his ears. “N-no!” he stutters, but it’s quite obvious it’s true. “I-I was just … observing. Yeah, I was just observing and whenever I woke up alone you were always outside on the terrace, drinking coffee or tea or just stand there, watching the forest—”
You step closer to him, eyes looking at him. He’s rambling and you can see he’s embarrassed that he can’t stop either, so you cup his face in your hands and kiss him. He stills completely before his shoulders soften. His hands fall on your waist when you pull away. Eyes closed, he leans his forehead on yours, a smile spreading across your lips.
“I-I don’t mind you watching me.” You admit, cheeks growing hotter, knowing he could take this the wrong way. Yet for some reason you didn’t mind.
Nash’s eyes focused on you and you noticed his pupils dilated. Gulping, you try to pull away, but he’s wrapping his arm around you, pulling you even closer.
“Now I hope you won’t go back on your word, ‘cause we have so much more time to spend together before you go back.”
Fandom: Kuroko no Basket
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 4.300
Genre: Hurt/Comfort | Angst | Romance
Additional tags: cursing, mentions of groping, mentions of physical and verbal abuse
Summary: You thought you had everything. How wrong you were.
Notes: I gotta admit that this one made my heart hurt a bit. As you more or less realized at this point, this one’s also inspired by a song of the same title by SYML. I honestly can’t believe I managed to complete this oneshot that I’ve been writing since november 2020. Enjoy it~
You didn't know where you went wrong. It was perfect. Well it wasn't to a t, but it was close when you were with him. He was sweet to you, his sarcastic side coming out once in a while, but he was never cruel to you. Not once did he treat you less than you were worth and always told you sweet nothings.
You knew of his reputation, your parents even disagreed when you introduced him, but you didn't listen to them. You continued dating the notorious playboy that could break your heart any moment. You knew of his one-night stands as well, but it didn't bother you, because he was devoted to you.
Or so you believed he was.
But then one day everything changed. Everything turned bad and you wondered where you messed it up, because it couldn't have been his fault but yours. He was the one to break it off, saying nothing more as he left you shocked and stunned just outside your home. You didn't know how to react, but while you watched him drive away on his Harley Davidson, you wondered where the fuck did it go wrong.
And how stupidly naive you were to fall for him.
You were holding an empty glass of liquor in your hand as you danced with your friends. You were laughing, feeling the world around you spin as your heart beat at the same pace as the beat of the music.
“Drink!” You looked at your friend and pointed at the empty glass. She nodded and you took the chance to stumble through the crowd towards the bar. Already tipsy—if not drunk—, you chuckled to yourself as you leaned on the bar, eyes catching the bartender.
“The same, please,” You said a little louder over the music. “Jäger-cola,” you added and the man nodded, taking your glass along. You turned towards the crowd and spotted your friends, grinning from ear to ear. You sang along to the song, completely unaware of eyes that stared at you.
After the song ended, you turned around to see the drink ready. You reached into your pocket to grab your phone and money from it when someone stepped right behind you, their body right against your back, and a hand placing the money down. You blinked and watched the bartender nod before he disappeared to tend to another customer while a pout formed on your lips. A smile was quick to spread instead as you turned to see who just paid for your drink.
“Thank yo—”
Your words died on your tongue, once you recognized the man in front of you. Like cold water was splashed over your overheated body, you were wide awake. Without a word, you drank the whole glass before you slammed it on the bar. You pushed past the man, disappearing back onto the dancefloor, wanting to forget it. To forget that look he had in his eyes.
When you reached your friend, you leaned close to her and spoke; “I’m leaving.”
The way her eyes widened and held your arm, it was obvious she was confused. “Why?”
“He’s here.” You gritted your teeth and it seemed like she just spotted him, because her eyes grew wider like he stood just behind you. “I’m leaving.” You repeated and she nodded, immediately stepping behind to hide your figure, so you could leave in silence.
Luck truly wasn’t on your side anymore.
A hand gripped your wrist, turning you around. You managed to free yourself quickly, glaring as he stood in front of you. You could still hear the music from inside, a shiver running down your spine from the cold as fog crept on the street.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, his voice cold, harsh like he was scolding a child.
“What is it to you?” you scoffed, taking a stumbling step back. “Fuck.” You cursed as you tried to catch yourself, but refused to let him hold you when he reached out for you. “Fuck off…”
“Jesus, how much did you drink?” he held you by upper arm nonetheless.
“I told you to fuck off!” you raised your voice and shoved him. If only you had strength like before. “Leave me alone!”
“You’re fucking wasted! I ain’t leaving you alone. Not when you’re like this.” He argued back, but your patience was running really thin.
“When I’m like what, huh?” you stepped in front of him, staring into his eyes. “Why don’t ya go back inside for some bitch huntin’, huh?” His eyes widened at your words. “I’m done with you! I told you to leave me the fuck alone!” You struggled to free yourself from his grip, feeling the alcohol even more than before. You shouldn’t have drunk that last glass in one go.
“Why don’t you come to your senses already?”
“Oh, a really wise thing to say.” You shoved him in his chest and he took a step back.
“Does your mom know you’re out this late? It’s fucking 1am.”
“Why do ya ask?” you raised an eyebrow. “So you can get me back home and listen to her yellin’ at me how worthless I am? How stupid I am for being with ya? How you ruined their perfect sweet child?” You scoffed and he froze at your words. “Fuck off, Nash. You don’t have to involve yourself with me anymore.”
Releasing your arm, you turned and began to walk away. You stumbled every now and then, knowing too well that he was following right behind.
Stopping by a crossroad, you let out a deep sigh, eyes focused at your feet instead. Your eyes and nose were burning from the cold and you shivered before you reached into your pocket to grab a pack of American Spirit cigarettes.
Before you even managed to put one between your lips to lit it up, it was taken from your hand. You glared at Nash, who was glaring right back at you. Instead of saying anything, you took another out, staring him directly into his eyes, like you dared him to take another, but he still took that one.
“Give it back, asshole.”
“You’re smoking this shit?” he scoffed, crumpling the two cigarettes in his hand. “The fuck happened to you?”
“You.” Was your short answer. He seemed startled. “I don’t know, man, I mean, you fucked me up.” You laughed and successfully lit the third cigarette. Taking in a deep breath, you slowly let it out, your mascara definitely stained around your eyes, you were sure of. “Who wouldn’t be fucked up after a breakup out of nowhere?”
“I didn’t—”
“You didn’t, what?” you interrupted him, refusing to listen to his reason now. “You didn’t want to break up with me? Why did you then? And don’t give me that bullshit about how you weren’t good for me. Less alone on what my parents said about us. I give shit to what they think. Always have. I had a million reasons to break up with you, but didn’t, because I love you.” You tapped your foot on the concrete, looking across the street instead, eyes focusing at the small cloth store. You certainly sobered up enough to think and see what was going on. “Then again why do you even bother now? Go back to that club and fuck the first girl that falls on your dick.”
“[Name], it wasn’t—”
“Not tonight.” You laughed, shaking your head. Taking another breath of nicotine, you blew it straight into Nash’s face, making him grimace. “Since you dumped me, I always wanted to tell you to fuck off.” Throwing the cigarette on the ground, you stepped on it before you walked away.
This time, Nash didn’t follow.
The second time you saw Nash after the breakup, it was in front of your college. You were sitting outside with your friends, smoking when you spotted him across the road. It didn’t go unnoticed by your close friend, who knew what he did to you. To say the least, she also cursed at him when she saw him the first time, except that this time around, she completely ignored him.
Only when he was close enough did she speak just a bit louder; “Hey, [Name], wanna ditch the rest of classes for today.”
Your eyes widened, but a smile spread across your lips. “Count me in.”
When you stood from the bench, Nash was looking at you, his expression unrecognizable, but you didn’t want to bother with him much. You were the first to look away, your arm crossed with your friend’s as all of you walked away from college.
“Did you see how Nash stared at you?” Another asked.
“He?” you raised an eyebrow in amusement. “Why would he?” you laughed and shook with your head. “I don’t even know the guy.” You lied.
“I know right? He’s too good unlike what he was before.”
“He became such goody two-shoes.” Your close friend said. “But I heard he still fucks around so that’s nothing new.”
It was odd, because her sentence didn’t rest well with you. You grimaced at that, but didn’t say anything. Shaking your head, you focused back in front again, completely ignoring the need to look back. To look at him just one more time.
The third time Nash saw you, it made his heart ache. Your hair was a mess, covering your face, but he didn’t miss that bruise on your cheek even if you wore makeup. He knew you too well. You were quiet, too quiet than the last time he saw you and he wanted to approach you and ask if you were okay. But he was afraid of your outburst like that time in the club.
It was the same club though, but you were sitting alone, drinking what seemed to be whiskey. You were holding the glass in your hand, swirling it around, eyes completely focused on liquor in it.
“What do you want?” You spoke, raised your head and looked directly at him.
Nash spotted a lit cigarette in your other hand and he winced. This is what he feared. This isn’t what he wanted you to become. But you did and it was his fault.
Moving closer to you, he sat on the seat beside, ordering whiskey himself. “I saw you walking in.” he spoke and you scoffed.
“What now, are you some kind of stalker or what?” you rolled with your eyes and took a sip. You grimaced at the taste and the corners of his lips twitched into a small smile. You never liked whiskey. “It was too bitter” – you told him.
“If it makes you feel better then yes.”
“Actually it doesn’t,” You replied, making a face. He chuckled and you smiled – that smile you always showed only to him. How he missed it.
“What happened?” he asked, glancing at the bruise.
“The usual,” you shrugged.
At that he frowned. “Usual?” he repeated, igniting you to talk.
“Came home really early, at like 6 or 7, I don’t know and of course mom was already up, dad too, they know I’ll be dropped out of college, ‘cause what? I don’t have brilliant attendance, you see.” You sighed, shaking your head. “I’ve been thinking though,” you continued, eyes focusing back on whiskey in your hand; “I’ll move away instead.”
“And what will you do? Where will you go?” he choked, trying to hide the guilt and disappointment that he felt at your words.
Your hand, which rose to take another intake of nicotine, stopped midway. You turned your head, your bruised cheek even more visible, and looked directly into his eyes. “And what will you do if I tell you? Beg me to stay?”
At those words Nash realized that yes, he would beg if it meant that you would stay.
Nash doesn’t spend much time on social media. He finds it annoying, constant messages and comments from across the country and world, but he would be damned if he wasn’t checking your updates once you moved.
It's been a couple of months since he saw you at the bar. A couple of months since you left the states and he hadn’t gotten over it yet. Your bruised cheek haunted him on every step he took and perhaps it was one of the reasons he was constantly checking on you. You weren’t exactly the type to hide anymore and somehow he feels glad for that. At least he could see that you’re happy wherever you are even if that meant his heart breaking into pieces.
If only that was the case.
Your posts to instagram and snapchat are far from that. Being so far away from your family, it looks like you ended somewhere worse. Nash didn’t like that. He wants you to be happy, to live the life you always wished to have--the one you spoke to him about. He wants to reach out to you, ask you if you need help of any kind, but he fears you’d block him and he doesn’t want that. He doesn’t want to be in the dark when it comes to you. Not when he grew to love you so much.
It’s a completely normal day when Nash stumbles upon your mother by pure coincidence. He flinches when he spots her, freezes when her eyes fall on him and widen in surprise. He expects anything really--from curses to a glare, but it surprises him when she lowers her gaze and walks away instead. He doesn’t know what to think of it, so he questions the one friend who’d know more than he does.
Your best friend.
He knows he’s not welcomed anywhere in her vicinity, but he wants to know. The guilt is eating him alive and he knows, he can see it in her eyes, that Katy, your best friend, revels in it.
“Why should I tell you?” Katy asks, her voice cold, gaze holding a glare that he had received ever since he broke up with you.
“She’s ruining herself!” Nash didn’t mean to raise his voice, but he’d be damned if he didn’t get what he wanted. “Don’t tell me you don’t feel anything while watching her falling apart.” he hisses through his teeth and Katy’s façade falls. It takes him by surprise, because he had never seen her that way.
“Why do you care now?” Her voice is quiet, much too quiet that he has to strain his ears to hear her. “You have no idea what you did to her, do you?” her eyes glisten from sudden tears and it leaves him stunned. “She doesn’t listen to anyone. What makes you think she’ll listen to me? Indeed her parents threw her out, but nothing reached her. We all hoped leaving the States would do her good…” she trails off, eyes averting to the side.
“She was ready to give you the world, Nash.” Looking back at him, Katy smiles sadly. “She loved you so much and she didn’t care what her parents thought of your relationship. She just wanted to be with you. That’s all.”
Nash goes with hands through his hair as he turns to the side. He grits his teeth in annoyance at himself, because he was the cause for this. He did this and there was no turning back.
“Fuck…” he curses under his breath and looks up into the clear sky.
“She’s living with her aunt and grandmother, but I don’t know for how much longer.” Katy continues. “Her parents only want what’s the best for her.”
Nash looks at her and a thought comes to him.
If you never met him, you wouldn’t be in this situation.
You’re sitting on a bench on a hill, staring down at the village beneath. The first rays of sun are slowly proding through the clouds with a cold breeze. Wearing only a t-shirt and capri sweats, you shiver, but you don’t mind it much because you accomplished what you came here for.
A sunrise in late summer.
It’s been years since you last saw your aunt and grandmother, so when you moved to Europe it felt like a burden was lifted off your shoulders. You could breathe again, the unfamiliarity making you ache to discover things, but there was still that side that made you rebel. Being so far away from home it was the perfect place.
It’s those lips that linger on your neck with hands groping you that wake you from the drunken daze you’re in. You push the man away, heart beating fast against your chest as you stumble your way through the crowd and leave the bar. It reminds you of him and you don’t want that. You want to show him that you don’t have feelings for him anymore, but it’s hard.
Even after all those months and so many miles away, you still ache for him. You still want him to hold you in his arms as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear even if they are nothing but lies. You want him and your body has never ached for someone as much as it did for him.
So you do what you did back in the States. You know he follows you on social media, because that’s what you want. You want him to check how you’re doing, want his attention. You didn’t have much of it before, but now that you do, who are you to stop to get more of it? You know he’s blaming himself and a part of you thinks ‘he should be’ while the other side of you wants to reach out and tell him that you’re fine and that he shouldn’t bother with you anymore.
But you can't help yourself. You're in contact with Katy, although lately you don't bother to reply back. You still read her messages only to find out that Nash is asking for you. He's worried and something stirs inside you because he never exactly showed his worry for you before. Only now, when you're breaking down and destroying yourself, it is apparent that that is the only way to keep him close.
What you didn’t expect is for your feelings only to grow stronger.
You’re not exactly sure how it happens. Must have been because of those gin-tonic drinks you made yourself back at the apartment and then those jäger-colas at the bar that you don’t realize until you hear his voice. You’re holding your head, but when you hear him call your name you look only to see him standing in front of you.
He's panting like he was running and his eyes are wide, but before you can say his name, his hands are cupping your face and he’s kissing you. It’s hot and needy, but at the same time it's also soft like he was waiting too long for this. And instead of pushing him away, you cling to his arms, returning the kiss.
Never again.
It was just a fling. He told himself that many times. And surprisingly it worked each and every time. He never held any emotions for anyone. Not even when you came along.
Yet you were anything but.
You were the complete opposite of him.
An enigma he was curious about.
A forbidden fruit that tempted him the longer he watched you from afar.
And when he approached you, you hid instead, too shy, too embarrassed for his advances. It tempted him more than he dared to admit, but most of all, he wanted to break through your defense just to see you break. He wanted to see you reach for him in any case, wanted you to call for him no matter what, no matter the time.
The moment he realized he fell for you hard, deeper than he intended to, the two of you were lying in his bed on a Saturday morning. His mother was in the kitchen, preparing breakfast with his father already gone to work. You were so beautiful, sleeping in his arms that he couldn’t help but marvel at how the sun shone down on your skin.
You stirred in your sleep, crunching your nose and it made him laugh. You could make the cutest expressions he knew and he didn’t care about it at all. He didn’t care if he laughed or made a fool of himself in front of you. If it made you laugh, kept you safe from anything then he’ll become a fool just for you.
Yet there was one thing neither of you expected. The disapproval of your parents. Although your father wasn’t entirely against the relationship, your mother on the other hand was a complete opposite.
“My answer is no and that is final.”
Your eyes were wide as she spoke those words. Nash couldn’t deny that he thought of the possibility of them being against. He understood your father to not give away his only daughter to a playboy like him, but what hurt the most was that you stood up against them.
“I love him, mom!” you claimed, eyes tearful before you looked at your father for help. As expected, you didn’t receive any.
“I’ve heard of his reputation, [Name], and it’s nothing good.” She stared directly at Nash, who lowered his head in shame.
For the first time he felt the shame of his wrongdoings.
“I do not approve of this relationship and nothing will change my mind.”
“You’re unbelievable!” you huffed, which only worsened the whole situation.
“Nash…” you whimper, clinging on his arms for support, eyes shut tight like you’re afraid he’ll disappear the moment you open them.
He kisses the corner of your lips and your cheek and you can’t help but cry. He’s holding you like you’ll break any moment and it only makes you feel worse.
“It’s okay,” he whispers into your hair, caressing your back. “I’m here and I’m not leaving.”
You’re not sure how much time passes, but you soon find yourself sitting on a bed back at your grandmother’s place. Nash is holding you in his arms, your grandmother looking at you in worry before she leaves once she sees you return back to your senses.
“Nash?” Your voice is hoarse, quiet and instead of answering you, he only tightens his embrace.
“I’m sorry…” he whispers and if it weren’t for the quiet room, you wouldn’t be able to hear him. “I’m so sorry.”
You remain quiet, despite wanting to tell him that it’s okay. But you know it would be a lie and so would he.
“I thought it was for your own good, believe me.” He pleads. You try to pull away, but he doesn’t budge. “I love you so much that I wouldn’t go against your parents, just so I wouldn’t be a reason for your arguments.” Your eyes widen at his words. “I know I messed up before we started going out, hell even when we started. I fucked up so many times, yet you remained by my side. I would be a fool if I said you didn’t have an effect on me.”
“T-then why…” you can’t end your sentence as your eyes fill with tears once again. It still hurts to remember the day he broke up with you.
“I met with your mom.”
You freeze. You haven’t talked with your mother in such a long time that it feels weird hearing it from Nash.
“She’s sick worried about you. She approached me after what Katy told me and-and-and we talked.” Pulling away, he looks at you and smiles sadly before he wipes away the tears from your cheeks. “She cares for you so much and I know I made a mistake. A big one.” He laughs more at himself. “I should have fought for you, show them how much you mean to me, but I was a coward. Just like you said, I don’t think you deserve me.”
You’re cupping his face, brushing his cheeks, staring into his eyes. “You’re an idiot.” You choke on your own words. “I know my mom; I know eventually she’d soften up the longer you’d remain by my side. You’re such an idiot.”
“I know,” he’s nodding, covering your hands with his. “I’m the biggest idiot there is.”
You chuckle and Nash smiles. “And so am I.” you admit.
“You’re not.” He shakes his head.
“I am,” you sigh and look away, releasing his face. “I’m such a fool for worrying everyone. I know they just want me to be safe and happy, but—” you look at him; “—the happiest I’ve been, was with you.”
“We can work it out.”
“Can we really? After all the things I’ve done back home and here. After the things I’ve posted. I was jealous, Nash. Jealous that whoever would catch your eye next, could make you happier than I did. I was angry at myself for not standing up to mom even more.” You’re rambling, feeling overwhelmed the longer you remind yourself of the past. “If only I fought harder for us.”
“You did.” Nash says as he holds your chin, forcing you to look at him. “I was the first to give up on us, not you. You fought for me, for us, but I was the first to bolt. How can I ever get you back? To gain your trust once more?”
“You never lost my trust, or love, Nash.” You whisper. “After all this time I still love you so much it hurts.”
Without another word, Nash kisses you on the lips. For a moment you hesitate and like he could feel it he’s ready to pull away, but you move, pulling him closer instead.
“Forgive me…” he whispers against your lips.
You look into his eyes as they focus on your lips, his finger tracing down your cheek. “I already have.”
Come Christmas morning | Nash Gold Jr x f!reader [E]
Fandom: Kuroko no Basket
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 1.300
Genre: Romance | Fluff | Smut
Additional tags: Handjob | Overstimulation | Dirty talk | Riding | Biting | Cursing | Pet names
Summary: What a better way to start Christmas morning than to give your boyfriend a sight to remember for days to come.
Notes: If at some point you have no idea what you’re reading anymore, blame whiskey asdfghjkl I’m fine. I’m just really horny for Nash :’) Also this has been in my draft for a year and it was about time I completed it. Enjoy~
You turn in your bed, sighing as you slowly wake from your sleep. Slowly fluttering your eyes open, you unconsciously look towards the window first only to frown when you don't recognize the room. It’s still dark outside and you wonder what time it is. Your heartbeat paces for a moment before you remember where you are.
An arm is wrapped around your stomach and you turn slowly, carefully to not wake up your boyfriend. Nash is still sound asleep beside you and a small smile spreads across your lips. He looks so peaceful and calm, a complete opposite to what he's like when awake.
Slowly raising your finger, you trace it down his cheek. He doesn't wake up and you doubt he will any time soon when an idea comes to you. Turning around, you search for your phone that isn't on the night table and quickly lose motivation to find it when Nash turns on his back. You raise an eyebrow, knowing him too well that he must be awake. Yet the more you wait for him to open his eyes, the longer he sleeps.
Rising into a sitting position, a strap of your silky nightgown, which seems much too revealing for your liking--but you couldn’t not surprise your boyfriend--, slips down your shoulder. You don't reach to fix it, but instead move beneath the sheets to hover over Nash and straddle his thighs. There's no surprise that his boxers are already long gone. That was something you've learnt throughout the months of staying together. At some point throughout the night, he always ends up sleeping naked, be it winter or summer.
The corners of your lips turn upward in a smirk when you reach for his cock. It’s soft and warm, but with a couple of strokes, you feel it harden. Nash moans in his sleep and your smirk widens before you raise your hips enough to pull your panties to the side and align yourself on his cock. Just the thought of waking him up like this makes you wet and to see those eyes of his open, his lips turning into a smirk before his hands still your hips and take control.
Slowly sliding down, you bite hard on your lip to not moan out loud and still completely when you’re completely down. You want to hold onto him, fingers itching to dig themselves into his skin, but you refrain from doing so although you’re quite certain that he’s already half awake if not completely.
His cock twitches inside you and you roll your hips, a rather silent moan escaping your lips as you shut your eyes. You don’t notice Nash stilling beneath you until you feel hands on your hips. You startle and snap your eyes open to look into Nash’s that are still blurry with sleep, but there’s lust you recognize and the undeniable need that makes your walls clench around him.
“Good mornin’, baby…” You moan as you slowly begin to move your hips. Your nails dig into his skin, which makes him groan and a smirk appears on your lips. You lean down and kiss him on the lips, murmuring; “Merry Christmas” once you pull away.
“Merry indeed.” the corners of his lips turn upward as he starts to lead you instead.
Every time you move back down he meets you halfway, his cock inching deeper inside you. You try to hide the moans, covering your mouth with the back of your hand, but Nash has none of it. He holds both of your hands and pulls you forward.
You fall on his chest with a small yelp and your world spins before you realize you’re lying on your back with Nash hovering above you. He’s kissing your neck, biting on your skin and you know a mark will be left in its wake, but you don’t have it in yourself to stop him from giving you more. He rocks his hips slowly, painfully slow and you whine, moving your hips only to have him chuckle.
“So needy …” he murmurs against your neck and bites you, making you yelp.
“Mm-yeah…” you moan as your hands slip beneath his arms and on his back. “Am so needy…” you whisper and search for his lips for a kiss that he doesn’t hesitate to give you. “...just for you.”
“Yeah?” he hums, one of his hands sliding down your side. He holds for your leg and pulls it over his back, his pace slowly growing faster.
You part your lips to say something when he takes complete control and begins to pound into you like there’s no tomorrow. You gasp and hold onto his arms instead, clinging on them like you’re afraid to slip away from him. He’s wide awake, you know that, because that drowsiness from before is nowhere to be seen and you feel so full of him that it drives you insane at how good he’s making you feel.
Rising from bed, you wrap your arms around him and bite down on his shoulder, trying not to be louder but it seems it only spurred him on. You whimper every time he hits deep inside you, your walls clenching around him like you try to keep him inside. He grunts and you fail to keep your eyes open, because it’s becoming too much.
No sooner you find yourself coming, but Nash has no intention of stopping until he joins you. His hands are gripping your hips, keeping you from moving away from him.
“B-baby…” you moan, shaking your head while dragging your nails down his arms.
Chills are running down his spine and it only spurs him on to hold you behind your knees and raises them up to your hips so he can slide in deeper.
“Come on baby,” he groans and before you know it, a second orgasm is approaching, faster than before. “You can take another one. I know you can. Y-you’ve always been so good f-for me.” Nash curses when he feels your walls clench around his cock as your moans and his grunts fill the silent room.
“Fuck…” you curse and look at Nash right in the moment when you come.
You shudder as you watch his eyes close and head fall back. You reach out and caress your fingers down his chest, chills going down his spine before he looks back at you. You wave him to come closer and he complies without a word.
His lips are pressing against yours, kissing slow and lazy as he pulls out of you. You whine at the emptiness and Nash smiles into the kiss.
Pulling away, he swipes his thumb over your lower lip and you unconsciously part them. You can see him gulp and instead of putting his thumb inside like you expect him to do it, he leans down once again to kiss you before he lays beside you.
You’re slightly confused by his actions, but your heart misses a beat when he stands from the bed and leaves the room. You’re about to call after him, to ask him where he’s going only to hear water run and your chest tightens when he comes back. Catching his gaze, he smiles at you and a moment later he’s caressing your thighs and you flinch, yet want more.
“Take it easy, little one.” Nash says as he covers you beneath the blankets. “I don’t want to tire you out so quickly.”
You raise an eyebrow, chuckling. “You’re worried for me? I’m not that weak.” you tease and the corners of Nash’s lips turn into a smirk.
“We have a whole week ahead.” Leaning down, he kisses you on the lips, slipping beneath the blankets, the towel forgotten on the floor.
Pulling you closer to his chest, you hum at the warmth he emits, closing your eyes. “This is perfect…” you murmur more to yourself, but Nash can hear you clearly.
“A perfect way to start Christmas morning.” he agrees.
You laugh at his words, but don’t correct him, knowing it was a good way to start Christmas indeed.
Fandom: Kuroko no Basket
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 6.100
Genre: Romance | Fluff
Summary: While trying to find yourself, you didn’t imagine you’d be so easily swept off your feet.
Notes: So this is the oneshot that I just plainly adore and love so much. It took me some time to write it, but I love how it turned out. I also told myself this won't be too smutty, but when has Nash ever listened to mel ol But hey it ain’t THAT smutty, just scenes leading to it, but not too descriptive. I hope you’ll like it as much as I do. (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)
The first steps are always hard. That’s what you realized when you first travelled two countries away just to meet a friend you befriended on the internet. And then in that same week when you crossed three countries and one more to reach another friend of yours. It was thrilling, exciting, but also scary.
Yet it was that same reason, those same feelings you felt in those ten days that brought you across the world.
You were never close to your family. Well … you were, until you realized that the way you were treated wasn’t exactly how family was supposed to treat you. All those years passed by you and suddenly you didn’t feel like being home anymore. You felt like a stranger in your own house.
One day led to another and you began to save your money from a job you had. Luckily you never had to change them frequently, just once and even the second one was a good hour drive away with the bus that you gladly took. You were rarely home through the week, but you spent weekends inside nonetheless, searching for an apartment to move out or for a job that’s even further from where you lived.
Spending less time home still led to many arguments with your parents. Despite being an adult with your own income, you still felt like you couldn’t live freely with them being constantly behind your back, always checking your move. It felt suffocating and you wanted to leave. There were so many days, so many times you wanted to disappear that when the chance came, you took it without a second thought.
Which is how you ended in an airport in New York. You’re sitting on a bench, near your next flight to Los Angeles, before you go to the north of the States. You want to explore Los Angeles as much as you want to so that while you’re emailing your friends you're startled by a sudden fall of a bag right beside you.
A curse follows and you unconsciously look at the bag first before you raise your head to look at a man that’s obviously in a bad mood. He’s going with his hand through his hair, his back towards you, but you don’t miss that striking blond hair and a tattoo on his left side when your eyes fall on a black man he’s talking to.
Shaking with your head, you focus back on your phone, all motivation you had for writing the email leaving you in that same moment. As much as you wanted to tell them that you’re doing fine, there was still that feeling that you’re bothering them. It’s the emotion you’ve felt as you grew up; always feeling you were a bother, never getting a word between the talk.
Shutting your phone off, you close your eyes and lean your head back, a sigh escaping your lips. You open your eyes and look up into the ceiling, wondering when the hell can you board your next flight.
“The fuck you mean the flight is delayed?”
You turn your head at the raised voice and see the blond haired man arguing with a middle-aged man, who obviously has a headache on the way. You pity him, feeling bad in his stead, because it’s not his fault if the flight was delayed, less alone cancelled.
“Nash, calm down.” A different voice calls out and it’s that of a young brown haired man that somehow seems familiar, but you can’t point out from where exactly.
Your phone vibrates and you look at it, making a face when you see a message from your mother. You turn it face down, leaning on your knees instead with face in your hands. There’s another sigh that leaves you when you decide to take a short stroll around to check on your flight.
Thankfully the board isn’t too far away and your heart misses a beat when you see that the flight to Los Angeles is delayed. Your expression falls and shoulders slump as you make your way back to the seat with the man, Nash you recall, sitting there and staring at his phone. He doesn’t seem to pay you attention as you pass him and sit beside him, but it does seem to pique his interest when you let out a whine and lean on your suitcase.
“Almost two days of flying and I still haven’t gotten into a comfortable bed.” You groan in frustration and stomp your feet like a child. “I want a shower. I want a bed. I want cooked food.”
There’s a chuckle you hear and you snap your head to meet with a gaze that sends shivers down your spine. Your cheeks burn as you realize that Nash is chuckling because of you and look away. Never had you wanted to dig up a hole and bury yourself in it like in that moment because man was he hot. And it was a painful realization that you recognized this man. Only an idiot wouldn’t recognize the famous magician of the NBA and captain of Jabberwock.
The bad is warm. Too warm for you to leave it. But you know you have to or you’ll miss the last flight to Los Angeles.
There’s a groan when you move and you freeze because you weren’t the one who groaned. Sitting in bed, you slowly turn around and widen your eyes as a warm breeze of the wind brushes against your bare shoulders.
In the same bed, you were sleeping just a moment ago, is sleeping the same man you met the day before. Your cheeks flare up, burn as you wrap a blanket around your body, pulling it tighter before you stand from bed and disappear from the bedroom.
You’re leaning on the sink in the bathroom, wondering how you managed to get into the same bed as Nash when memories slowly return.
You remember he invited you on a drink that you accepted, because how can just one drink harm you? Except that it wasn’t just one drink.
A cup of coffee, to keep awake for a while more, turned into a glass of cream liquor and you remember his teammates being not too far away along with their managers and you wonder how could they allow this. Then again this was Nash, who was pretty known to be an outgoing player and even bigger womanizer.
You remember his flirting, how his feather-like touches lingered on your skin that only made you want more. The way his eyes watched you like a predator watching his prey and you shiver at how needy you had been. How you wanted more of him, more than he was prepared to give you that when you hear a groan and a curse from outside, your chest feels tight, because you know he’s leaving.
You hit yourself, falling on your knees as you continue holding onto the sink to ground yourself on something. It was just a fling. You know that too well, but god do you want more.
When you leave the bathroom, you’re met with silence and dishevelled bed. His clothes and shoes are nowhere to be found and a part of you is glad it turned out that way. Slapping your cheeks, you walk over to your luggage and open it to pick out fresh clothes before you leave the hotel room.
You completely miss the small note on the hallway cabinet, a simple message with a number in the corner.
Reaching the reception, you return the key only to be caught by surprise that the night has already been paid and you look around, hoping to see him, only that you don’t. You pout, but smile as you thank them and leave. After all, you still have a plane to catch.
You see him on the plane, but he doesn’t.
You pass him just when he turns to his manager, asking something and you wonder if he did it on purpose. The rest of his team doesn’t see you, but Nick does and he smiles at you. You frown confused, but continue to your seat, pretending the night before didn’t happen.
It was just a fling.
Los Angeles is hot. And you don’t like the heat. Thankfully you had capri sweats on and a top beneath a summer blouse, yet the heat and humidity that you feel the moment you step out of the airport makes you want to return back home.
“Hi,” A much too familiar voice calls out for you.
You turn and raise an eyebrow before you smile, hiding the disappointment that it’s not the one you thought it was. “Hi,” you greet back and wonder what he’s up to now.
It's their manager and an unsettling feeling coils in the pit of your stomach. You know whatever he’ll say won’t be good for you.
Going through the bag he was holding, he took out an envelope and handed it to you, saying; “I hope what happened last night will remain a secret.”
Pursuing lips into a thin line, the smile turns forceful. “I don’t need it. I’m only staying in Los Angeles until Monday and then I’m leaving for Seattle.”
The way the man’s eyes widen tells you he wasn’t expecting that. Gripping your suitcase, you glance at Nash, who was still inside the airport, talking to Nick before you add;
“On top of that, I don’t remember much of what happened either way, so you can do whatever you want to. I’m not some hoe that did it for money and fame.”
With one last look at the team, you see Jason standing not too far away, before you turn and walk away.
Only when you sit inside the taxi do you look directly at the team and widen your eyes when you see one of the members looking your way. It’s Nijimura Shūzo you recognize, who was absent both on the airport and the plane. You wonder when he came and why he's staring your way so intently, but quickly focus on a sight that greets you the moment you drive away.
Rolling down the window, the heat welcomes you almost immediately along with the smell of the ocean that’s not too far away. The sky is blue, not a single cloud in vicinity and you feel your heart almost jumping out of your chest at the unknown ahead of you.
There are so many people all around and it almost feels surreal if it weren’t for the fact that you already reached your destination. It was a small hotel near the airport you booked for your remaining days.
You know four days in Los Angeles aren’t enough to see everything you want to, so you spend them mostly on the beach or walking around the streets, just to see the lifestyle. It wasn’t much different from the one you’re already used to, but it was still a pleasant change of scenery.
It's 4 in the morning on a Monday and you’re already standing on the bus station. You’re scrolling through your phone, laughing at the messages your friends are sending you, both of how much they miss talking to you and wishing you a safe trip for the rest of the way. You’re smiling like an idiot, snapping a picture of yourself with a peace sign and the station in the background.
It’s still dark and you’re a bit scared, but for some reason it’s not as scary as you thought it would be. Or maybe it’s just because there’s a much too familiar man sitting on a bench not too far from you that you have to take a double look at the picture you took, because indeed you managed to capture him as well. And that same picture was sent to your friends.
Turning around, you gulp as you observe the man and look away the moment his eyes meet yours. Your cheeks flare up along with the tips of your ears and you’re fumbling with your phone and hands. Suddenly you're more conscious of your surroundings than before, that when you hear shuffling and footsteps from the side, you freeze immediately.
You see him stop not too far from you and every inch of yourself is begging every deity and god for him to not talk to you. And he doesn’t. You bite your lower lip as you glance at him and you realize he’s staring at posters on the walls instead.
Letting out a sigh of relief, you place a hand over your heart. It’s beating rapidly and you manage to calm down when your bus arrives. Seeing that you still have enough time before departing, you stand and walk over to the bakery that’s already open. You feel eyes on your back, but you don’t look back in fear of him using the chance to talk to you.
It’s thirty minutes later when the bus driver returns to the bus and you have already finished your much too early breakfast that you’re prepared to leave. Although the city is constantly awake, even throughout the night, you can still hear the difference.
Standing on your feet, you try to stretch unnoticeably and you somehow manage before you reach for your small luggage. With one last look around the station, you smile and walk to the bus and hand the driver the ticket.
"It's a long way ahead," He says once he sees the destination.
"I have time." You can't help but grin.
"You ain't from here, are ya?" There's an accent in his voice that you have to strain your ears to understand him better, but you still do.
"Europe," you shortly answer and his eyes widen.
"Now what brings you all the way to Seattle?" His curiosity makes you chuckle.
"For some it's running away," you shrug, "but for me it's freedom." There's a soft smile on your lips as you recall the first step you took on this long one way trip.
"It can't be worse where you were than to where you're headed to." He tries to level with you, to change your mind, you can sense it in his words and the way he looks at you like a father both sad and disappointed in his daughter, but you only shake your head.
"Many things change when everything is piling on you, but you can never seem to find that release no matter how much you're searching for it. And then one day you just snap, you leave everything behind, taking only what you need, your necessities and leave." You say and grip the luggage just a bit tighter. "I wanted a fresh start in a remote place. I want to find myself."
The driver smiles with a short nod. "I hope you find what you're looking for." He says as he gives you back the torn ticket. “I’ll just put your luggage down.”
“Thank you,” You return the smile and walk to a seat near the back door when you hear a voice; “It’s going to Seattle.”
You turn just enough to see Shūzo’s back. He's talking on the phone, but you don't pay much attention because your phone is ringing.
Your friend is calling you, or more like calling through a video call and you smile as you quickly sit down and swipe to answer. She's smiling brightly and you can't help but mirror it yourself.
The two of you talk even when the bus departs. You glance at the station one last time and show it to your friend, who gasps when she notices Shūzo. You laugh before you tell her the embarrassing story of what happened between you and Nash of Jabberwock.
"You're lying." She gasps, eyes wide. "I don't believe you. Give me proof."
You roll with your eyes. "Sorry, but I don't have any proof. When I woke up, he was already gone. It was obvious it was nothing but a fling." You shrug and turn so you're facing the neighbouring seat while your friend could see outside the window. "On another topic, it's a good one day drive to Seattle, so basically two, three days and I'll be at my destination." you grin.
"God I'm so jealous of you right now." She groaned and buries head into her pillow. "Why can't I do what you did? You're so damn brave."
"I'm not," you shake your head. "If I were I would be here years ago."
"But you are now and that fucking counts for something."
You know she's right, yet you remain silent, unsure what to say.
"Do you regret it?"
"No," you answer right away.
"Then all you should care about is getting your ass to Seattle, send me and Kathy a card that says you arrived safely, take a couple of pictures, send them to us and live. Fucking live, [Name], and when you're ready, come visit us."
It brings a smile to your face. What you would give to meet them sooner in your life. But even when they came, it certainly made your life manageable.
It's a long way to Seattle, but when you arrive it's sunny and warm. You stretch your arms once you step down and look around. Being so close to your final destination, you cannot help but marvel at the beautiful architecture that is the station. It's bright as you walk towards the exit and take in a deep breath when you reach outside.
It's slightly humid, but you don't mind it. You feel disappointed you didn't take a two day delay until you go further to Port Angeles so you could marvel at the city, but then again you didn't think of many things either. It came out of nowhere. The need to leave, to disappear. It was out of nowhere and until now you don't regret it either.
Your phone buzzes again, announcing an incoming email that you certainly know it belongs to Kathy. She's asking if you've arrived yet and you want to reply to her, but it slips your mind the next second with the grumbling of your stomach. You place a hand over it and grimace before you walk to what seems to be a store.
It's not any later that you're on the way to your final destination. The forest you see and the empty bus calms you as you write a pretty long message to your friends. You're tired from the trip, the flight, the drive and all you want is to sleep, but the fear of missing your stop is preventing you from doing so.
Getting used to a new place, your new home is hard. Especially when you're all alone and so far away from what you once called home. But you do. You struggle, but eventually you find your way around it. You don't follow the news aside from when you go into the town once a week to buy the ingredients you can't grow in your garden. It's then when an idea for a pet came to you. You can't deny that you've been a bit lonely as well.
You coo at the kitten, but frown when it hisses at you. A pout forms on your lips before you straighten up and shake your head. Cats were never fond of you, even back home.
"Why don't you let me pet you?" You murmur more to yourself, when you hear a voice from behind;
"Are you still considering her?"
You turn to look at an older man and smile. "Yeah, it's kinda boring being all alone in such a big house."
The man hums as he caresses his chin, thinking. "Then why don't you adopt this little guy?" He asks as he walks towards a cage where a young German Shepherd was sitting in.
"I'll take him!" You say before the man could even say anything. The puppy, sensing the acceptance, wiggles its small tail and you can't help but be in awe when you hold him in his arms. "Look at you. You're so cute."
The puppy leans closer and is about to lick your face, but you move faster by holding it like a newborn baby while rubbing his stomach. The man laughs.
"It's decided." Your smile brightens. "You're coming with me."
The puppy barks and you laugh as you follow the man to get the papers and everything you need.
It's almost a year later, with Spot already big enough to remain at your side despite the curious mind of the child that's still within him. You're in your small garden, humming to a song from your hometown when Spot starts to bark. You hear a car approaching, which makes you straighten up to see who the visitor is.
It's impossible to be your friend, because their trips were slightly delayed. It couldn't be your family either, because even if they knew your address, they couldn't exactly afford the trip all across the world. Your neighbours never really visited you, except to bring things you couldn't from the city, since you didn't exactly have a car and it took too long to go by bus.
You narrow your eyes at the black Land Rover. It has tinted windows, so you can't see who's driving it, but your eyes widen when the door open to reveal the person you least expect. Spot must have felt your confusion, because he's growling at the newcomer only for you to stare at him with a wide open mouth like it's the first time you see him.
"Hi," It's a simple greeting that makes your knees weak, because it's him.
"What the fuck?" Is your reply and before you know it, Spot is on his chest, for some reason licking his face instead.
"Not the kind of greeting I expected, but I'll take what I get." Nash laughs and your cheeks burn as you call Spot to your foot.
He follows, slightly reluctant, but you're outside your garden, looking at Nash and you wonder how in the whole wide world did he find you. And why.
"What are you doing here?" You ask with your arms crossed over your chest.
Nash seems taken aback at your question and his gaze flickers to Spot for a second before he focuses back on you. “I’m sorry.”
It catches you off guard; his apology that is. “What?” you murmur more to yourself, but still loud enough for him to hear.. A shiver runs down your spine at the breeze and you unconsciously wrap your arms around yourself. Looking at the garden behind, you were already done for the most part, so before Nash can say more, you interrupt him; “Let’s go inside.”
Nash looks back at the car, wondering if he should follow or not.
For a moment you linger on your doorstep, looking at him when he decides to follow. What harm could there possibly be, after all, you both know what you’re doing.
The inside of your house is rather comfy, Nash realizes when he steps inside. He follows you into the kitchen and looks towards the sofa in the living room that’s also partly a dining room. It’s a small house with only a ground floor, but you look like you’re already used to living here like it’s your home.
“Coffee?” You’re the first to break the silence.
Nash looks at you. “Black,” he agrees and sits by the table, his eyes never straying from yours. He wonders why he came here. It took him one year to find you, find where you live, so many questions of whys being thrown from his manager and the company that he was also tempted to go on his social media and ask his followers for help if they didn’t accept you.
But surprisingly, his company complied with a deal that makes Nash wonder how you hadn’t heard about it yet.
“So …” you begin as you place two cups of coffee on the table and sit down opposite of him.
Nash catches your gaze and suddenly he’s feeling embarrassed, shy to say anything at all. You look … different. He can’t say it in what way exactly, but there’s something about you that just wants him to reach over the table and pull you into a kiss, to tell you how much he couldn’t stop thinking of you, how you plagued his mind. You may as well call him obsessive, but he doesn’t care, because now that he has you in front of him, it's all he needs. He just needs to have you somewhere, where he can see you.
Spot is lying beside your feet, watching Nash before he looks at you and sighs. You glance at him and smile as you lean down to caress his head before you look back at Nash. He still hasn’t said a word and for some reason it makes you worry.
“Why didn’t you call me?”
His question catches you off guard, but at the same time makes you wonder. “Call…you?” you repeat confused. “I don’t have your number?” Narrowing your eyebrows, you shake your head. “I never got your number?”
“I left it back in the hotel room.”
Your cheeks flare at the mention of the hotel room and you’re suddenly brought back to it. The corners of Nash’s lips turn into a smirk, content that he could at least make you flustered.
“B-but you just-just left.” you blurt out. “I-I never saw a-any number.” You stutter.
“What?” It’s his turn to be confused. “I left it on that cabinet in the hallway,” he says.
With a frown, you try to remember, but don’t come up with anything. Shaking your head, you look at him apologetically. “I’m sorry, but… I honestly don’t remember. I mean…” you trail off, wondering how to say the next words without sounding rude. “Your reputation is quite known around, not to mention I needed some time to blow off too, so I didn’t really expect you to keep in contact with me.”
And then it dawns on you.
“Is that why Shūzo was at the bus station?”
Nash’s eyes widen and he turns away to hide his embarrassment at being caught, except that the tip of his ears turn into a bright shade of red as do his cheeks.
“I-I …” you stutter, stunned and unsure what to say. “Oh…” you murmur and avert your gaze. Suddenly you feel hot and embarrassed and like he’s sensing something. Spot stands up and leaves the dining room. You watch him as does Nash, yet neither of you is saying anything.
The silence spreads and continues even when you fumble with your hands, shaking as you reach for your cup to take a sip. You observe Nash, see his tattoo that still attracts you to this moment and you want to reach out and trail your fingers down his arm. Suddenly you want to do nothing more but to have him in your arms, watching him as he gets lost with you.
It’s then that Nash looks back at you and a shiver runs down your spine. You’re moving as does he and you curse at table being that something in-between you, but Nash doesn’t seem to care about that, because there’s only one thing he wants. And there’s nothing to stop him from getting it.
Everything is moving so fast; one moment you’re kissing each other like your lives are depending on it and the next moment, you’re stumbling into your bedroom, ridding yourself of clothes, not once breaking the kiss. You hear a tear and a soft breeze against your skin, making you shiver, before you pull away just enough to let Nash take his shirt off. You marvel at him, hand tracing down his chest.
He holds your chin, his eyes looking into yours, searching for something, but a moment later he’s leaning down and kissing you once again. This time the kiss is much softer, gentler like he wants to savour it. To remember.
Everything passes in a blur, but you remember the soft touches of his hands. How carefully they held you close, gripping tighter to not let you go, his warm breath tickling your skin as his eyes focused on you and you alone. You can’t remember where Spot is, but he’s not in your bedroom where you lead Nash. You don’t have much time to think of your dog, because Nash is having your whole attention once again and has no intention of letting it go.
Feeling weight on your feet, you blink your eyes before you focus on the ball of fur. A small smile spreads across your lips and you’re about to stand from bed, but a pair of arms around your waist prevents you from doing so. You look and widen your eyes when you spot Nash sleeping.
Your cheeks heat up at the memory, yet a small smile on your lips soon betrays you.
Shaking your head, you slip through his grasp and pick up the closest shirt. Spot raises his head and watches you, nuzzling his head into your hand when you reach over to caress him. You smile and disappear from your bedroom, but not before you look at Nash once again only to see him still sound asleep.
You’re humming to yourself as you’re preparing breakfast; sunny side up eggs with toast and bacon. The door to the veranda is open with a chilly wind cooling you down from the heat in front. A shiver runs down your side when you feel a pair of arms and lips on your neck. A smile unconsciously spreads across your lips as you tilt your head when his lips trail closer to your ear.
“Good morning,” you whisper.
“Morning’…” His deep voice makes your heart skip a beat, but it doesn’t stop you from making breakfast. “When did you wake up?”
“Not too long ago,” you answer and look at him when he leans his chin down on your shoulder. You chuckle at his gaze fixing on breakfast before he sniffs. “Want some coffee?”
“This is coffee?” he looks at you skeptical and you laugh.
“Yes,” you nod and try to slip through his grasps only for him to stick to your back like a baby koala. “Nash…” you call, but he refuses to let you go. In fact, he tightens his embrace, burying his nose into the crook of your neck. Letting out a sigh, you walk to the other side.
Nash continues to stick onto you until you pour coffee into two cups, handing him one. He looks at it, still full of doubt, and takes in another sniff before taking a sip. His eyes widen and he looks at you like he just discovered something amazing.
You laugh at his reaction only for his cheeks to turn red. “A friend of mine sent me coffee.” You say, knowing he was curious. “You can say I can’t drink any other coffee than this one.” You explain shortly and Nash nods in understanding.
“I can see why.” He says and takes another, longer sip. “It’s different.”
“I know, right?” you ask before you take a sip of it and go back to fry eggs to the end.
Nash remains by the counter, his eyes watching you closely. Suddenly you feel shy beneath his stare as it slowly dawns on you that you’re wearing his shirt.
“I-it’s the first one I grabbed.” You stutter.
“I didn’t say anything.” He replies, a hint of amusement heard in his voice. “Can’t say I don’t like it.” he adds.
Placing the cup on the counter, he walks behind you, his hands tracing beneath the shirt above your waist, his fingers playing with the waistband of your panties.
“No…” you shake your head.
“Why not?” he asks, his lips back on your neck. “You tempt me so much…”
“B-breakfast…” you shudder when his hand sneaks below his shirt, fingers softly tracing on your stomach and above.
“It can wait.” With his other hand he holds your chin and turns you his way, his lips brushing against yours. You don’t see him, but he turns off the stove, eggs and bacon now long forgotten as you melt into his embrace and affection.
Nash laughs and shakes his head as the two of you sit outside on the veranda. You’re leaning against his chest, but look at him, wondering what made him laugh.
“This…” he begins, his fingers tracing circles on your arm. “This isn’t how I imagined our meeting to go.”
You raise an eyebrow, confused. “What do you mean?” Something stirs inside you. Something negative and you think to yourself that maybe he really didn’t mean to go this far with you. You look ahead of yourself instead, focusing on Spot, who’s sleeping by the stair.
“Honestly? I wanted to get to know ya better.”
His answer surprises you, but you don’t look at him. You remain looking at Spot, yet you feel him embrace you from behind. He nuzzles his nose into the back of your neck, letting out a shuddering sigh that makes your chest tight.
“I didn’t want to do this the moment I saw you. You infatuated me at the airport, those drinks only gave me more confidence to bring you to my hotel room.” Nash continues and you remain silent, listening to him as your eyes fill up with tears at his confession. “I’m sorry for what the manager said to you. I didn’t even know about it until Shuzo told me what he saw and heard a bit.”
“It’s okay,” you whisper, afraid that your voice would break if you spoke any louder.
Nash sighs and shakes his head once again. “If I knew it would go this far, I would stay in that hotel room until you got out of the bathroom, so we’d talk about this.”
“What is this, Nash?” Pulling away, you turn and look at him. “What do we even have? I don’t want this to be just a fling.”
He remains silent, his eyes watching you, and just when you’re about to stand up and walk inside, he catches your hand, his fingers intertwined with yours. “Come with me. Be with me.”
“I can’t leave.” You shake your head. “I got this place, I grew to love it so much and the idea to leave it and go somewhere new again … I-I-I can’t…”
“You have me, [Name]…” he whispers your name as he cups your face in his hands, thumbs caressing your cheeks. He’s looking straight into your eyes and a shiver runs down your spine knowing he’s serious. “I’ll help you. You can stay at my place as long as you need, even forever. I can help you get a job.”
“I didn’t leave my country to come here and work in a city. A metropolitan city.” Nash grows quiet. “But let’s say I move in with you. I’m sure there are fans that will be against our relationship. Can you promise me they won’t hurt me? I'm no one, while you’re an NBA star and a member of Jabberwock. You’re known all over LA, everyone knowing you and the moment my background comes out? Can you promise me I won’t be followed by paparazzi and the press anywhere I go? I just want to live in peace and calm and this is where I feel most content. Far away from my home and from everything. I have Spot, neighbours that help me, are there for me and don’t get me wrong …” It’s your turn to cup his face as he moves away from you.
The corners of your lips turn upward in a small smile. “I want to get to know you too, but I’m scared. I don’t doubt your help and your sincerity, but for now I want to stay here.”
Nash closes his eyes and sighs. “I really can’t change your mind, can I?” his voice is quiet before he looks at you.
Your smile widens a bit and yelp when he pulls you close, his lips against yours. Your cheeks heat up as you move to sit on his lap, not once breaking from the kiss. You lean your forehead on his as you savour the moment before he speaks;
“Come with me for one week then.”
You laugh, burying your face into the crook of his neck. “You really won’t give up, will you?”
“Now that I have you in my arms?” His embrace tightens around you. “Never.”
