stuck with u

stuck with u: a znn one shot

Pushing against the glass door, I stepped carefully onto the tiled floor, so as to not slip. Picking up the towel next to the door, I wrapped it around my waist, securing it. Crossing to the sink, I wiped at the mirror above it.

My face came into view and I noticed how tired I looked.

The repeated application of makeup, glaring lights, and stress had dried out my skin, and I could feel a spot rising on the side of my chin. The constant schedules had made eating regularly and healthily difficult so my normally dark circles were even more prominent, my eyes sunken.

But despite my tiredness, and all the chaos from the last couple of months, I could feel, see, a smile light up my face.

He’s so lucky that we were in front of a live audience.

We were right, the cover of ‘Stuck With U’ was a real crowd pleaser. We had practiced really hard for that number and it showed; but I think Nhu showing his confident and seductive side really surprised most people–but they loved it.

But it left me almost just as speechless, I wasn’t expecting him to deviate from the choreography. So when he turned around and pulled us together, guiding my hand up and down his arm, I was shocked but felt a flash of lust through my core.

Now smirking, I turned away from the mirror, gently making my way toward the door, opening it. A small creak sounded as the bedroom came into full view. Stopping in my tracks, I leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed.

“Nhu, love, what are you doing?”

Rising slightly into the air, hand on his chest, Nhu turned to look at me, his other hand hiding something behind his back.

“Oi, Hia!”

“So…?”

“Oh, nothing Hia. I was just…looking at something. Nothing important.” Smiling innocently at me, he tried to remain indifferent, but I could see his arm twitching behind him.

Giving him an ‘I don’t believe you’ look, I slowly made my way toward him, forcing him to walk backward until he bumped against the bed. Gradually leaning forward, I placed one hand on the bed next to his hip while the other cupped his cheek.

“Hia…what are you doing?”

“Oh, nothing love. I was just…”

“Just…?”

Shifting my hand on his cheek, I brushed the back of my fingers across his cheekbones, moving down his face and neck until I reached his collarbone. Smoothing my hand down over chest and then rested it on his waist.

“Just…this!”

Using both of my hands I started to tickle his waist, digging my fingers into his skin. Nhu started to laugh, trying his best to get me to stop.

“Hia! Ple-please st-top!”

“Hmm, what was that? You want more?”

Now practically screeching, Nhu was rolling on top of the bed, essentially releasing whatever he was holding.

Grabbing a hold of the small square box, I stood up again. Crossing my arms again, I held the box with my free hand on the inside. Raising my eyebrows, and tilting my head, I tried again. “So…do you want to tell me or am I gonna have to open it?”

Silent, Nhu wasn’t looking at me, his cheeks ablaze as he stared at the corner of the bed.

A bit concerned by his behavior, I dropped my arms and sat next to him, setting the box in his lap. Taking a hold of his hand, I kissed the back of it, rubbing my thumbs up and down it. Looking up at him, I smiled, trying to convey to him that it was OK.