Looks That Kill (Nikki Sixx FanFic)

Just Friends

I awoke to a weight hanging above my body and the feeling of something soft and warm trailing along my neck. It was comforting, smooth, and pleasurable. I couldn't help but let out a shaky moan, turning my head so that whatever it was that was tickling my neck had greater access. A soft sigh escaped my lips as a hot breath hit my skin, sending shivers down my spine.

"Nik..." I breathed softly.

"Mmmmmm....I knew it wasn't just the pot."

At the sound of his voice, my eyes popped open. The very first thing I saw was that same cocky smirk, hanging just below a set of gleaming green eyes. I instantly recognized the man towering over me.

"Nikki?"

"The one and only," he responded with a sly wink.

"What're you...why am I....? Where am I?" I croaked, whipping my head every which way to check my surroundings. I didn't recognize the bedroom at all, the only thing that seemed familiar was-of course-the man on top of me.

"You came into my bedroom sometime last night, apparently. You weren't here when I fell asleep, but when I woke up...there you were," he explained.

"And why the hell are you laying on top of me and kissing my neck?" I demanded, my voice becoming more shrieky the more I spoke. I was really starting to freak out. I mean, I doubted that Nikki would rape me, but my thoughts were changing now that I'd woken up in this situation.

"You were calling my name, so I turned over to talk to you, but you were asleep. After last night, I'd hoped that maybe..."

He trailed off. For once, his smile fell and he looked away, trying feverishly to avoid my gaze. He didn't have to say it, I already knew. He meant last night when we'd started making out in the kitchen. Was he looking for a repeat of last night, hoping he'd get lucky? Or did he genuinely think I wanted to try that again?

"I don't know. I guess I was being stupid," he muttered, finally pulling away from me and sitting back. He took a seat at the foot of the bed where he stared at the wall, lost in a daze.

Watching him like this, I couldn't help but feel regret crawling into the pit of my stomach. It was the same feeling I'd had the night before, watching Nikki mope in the corner for the rest of the night. I felt somewhat responsible for his sudden change in behavior. After all, I'd come onto him last night, and he'd been acting strangely ever since.

I just didn't know how to fix this.

"Maybe we should break this off, yeah?"

Nikki's voice suddenly broke the silence. At first, I thought maybe I'd heard him wrong, so I gave him a confused look.

"What was that?" I asked, finally sitting up and leaning forward.

"I said, maybe we should stop this. This whole 'fake relationship' façade we've been doing. I think it's over."

His words, words I had thought I had wanted to hear since our first meeting at my photoshoot, they sent shockwaves throughout my body. Every time this rockstar had put me through Hell, I'd wanted to hear those words. But now, now that he'd actually said them, I couldn't handle them. I didn't want to hear them.

"What? Why?" I choked out, trying to hide the way my voice was trembling. I bit down on my bottom lip, trying to hide how much that was trembling too.

He heaved a sigh, forcing a pained smile onto his face. It looked more like a grimace. "The curse hasn't happened yet, Winnie. We've gone on dates, we've posed naked together, we've been in hospitals, and now...we've laid in the same bed together and even made out. Obviously, I'm fine. You're fine. There is no curse."

I opened my mouth to speak, but I had nothing left to say. He was right. There was no denying it. While I still believed in this curse, I figured that either Nikki Sixx really was capable of cheating death or, maybe the curse was like a fairytale. Maybe it could be broken by true love? It sounded crazy, and I know it did. But it wasn't crazy to all of my dead exes, so it wasn't crazy to me.

Still, I had no real evidence to support his claims or to support my own. Curse or not, none of this was palpable. I had no reason to keep him, and he had no reason to stay.

"Let's just go back to being friends. Okay?"

He grinned at me, his features seemingly careless and happy. I managed to give him a tiny smile, although it hurt my heart to even make the effort of showing my teeth.

"Yeah. Friends."