Demi
When we got back to Nicko's house, he went straight into the gym, lacing up his gloves and beginning to slam his fists into the heavy bag. I watched him for a long time, standing in the doorway as he worked out. He was oblivious to me, in his own little world of anger. Eventually he threw off his gloves and pulled his sweaty t-shirt over his head, throwing it into a corner before going over to the body-dummies and going through his throws. He had trained with MMA fighters awhile back for a movie role and loved it, so he used it a lot in his workouts. Nicko began slamming the canvas bags that were shaped like bodies onto the mat, breathing hard as he let out a frustrated yell every once and a while. After watching him, I decided to take a shower and try to relax. It came easy, being around Nicko, because I knew I wouldn't have to worry about Chris coming back for me. The water felt good running down my sore muscles and I winced as I tried to reach around to wash my hair. I heard the shower door open, and didn't turn around.
"Need help?"
I sighed and he took some shampoo, rubbing it through my hair, his fingers working it up to a lather.
"I'm sorry." He murmured, "This is all my fault."
"No it's not." I said, turning around to face him. His eyes didn't drift from mine, which I was thankful for. "How could this possibly be your fault?"
"If I hadn't left for that stupid movie we wouldn't have broken up and you wouldn't have started dating Chris."
I shook my head fiercely, "That makes no sense Nicko. The only one who's at fault here is Chris. And, thanks to you, he got his ass handed to him." Nicko raised an eyebrow and then closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. "What?" I said defensively.
"Just trying to control myself. You're hot when you're angry, and naked. Either one."
"Seriously?"
He shrugged and leaned down, kissing me gently, "Can you blame me?"
I smiled and stepped back into the stream of water, tilting my head back so that I could wash the shampoo out of my hair. A thumping made me look up, and I saw Nicko banging his head against there wall.
"Oh come on, don't be such a guy."
Nicko opened one eye and shook his head, "You really don't understand the effect you have on me do you?"
I glanced down, "I think I do."
He rolled his eyes, then smiled, "I love you."
I smiled warmly, "I love you too."
He stepped closer to me, pulling my waist to his and letting our bodies touch, "Then let me make love to you. Let me show you, how much I missed you, how much I love you. Let me kiss where he hurt you. I want to love you."
I leaned my head back again as he began to kiss on my neck and his hands roamed my curves, "I don't know if that's a good idea."
He kissed my lips, "Since when do we ever follow 'good ideas'? Let's break the rules." He murmured, his lips not breaking contact with my skin as he kept kissing me.
I sighed and pulled his lips to mine, groaning as I felt him against my leg. This was certainly something I had missed. Even on the rare occasion when Chris and I had consensual sex, I never orgasmed from it. But with Nicko, I was his first priority. He never finished before I did, and made sure I was completely satisfied.
"Fine." I gave in, as he nibbled on my bottom lip, "Take me to bed."
~*~
The next morning, when I woke up, I wasn't sure if I was dreaming. Beside me, Nicko was sleeping adorably, his arm around my waist securely.
