When A Man Loves A Woman - A Bruno Mars FanFic

Chapter 1 - Our First Time

Today is the day. I haven't seen him in a while due to him touring out of the country. His schedule is always hectic while on tour. He is always go, go, go. I honestly don't think he knows how to click the off button. I guess that's the sacrifice you make to be a world-wide super star. I'm overly excited because I haven't seen my friend in months. I started to count down the days until Bruno arrived back in the states. And then, further counting down the hours until he made it back to LA. Bruno arrived back three days ago...safe and sound. I smiled at the thought that one of my best friends was back on US soil. I won't lie, I get kind of nervous when he travels abroad for so long. I know I shouldn't but I just am. I guess I'm just a little protective over him like that. It was barely 3pm so I decided to sit on my deck at my Malibu apartment, overlooking the beach. I called that my thinking space. Lost in my own thoughts, I began to realize the excitement for Bruno's arrival is beyond that of a friends arrival but that of someone who wanted something more. I quickly snapped out of my daydream and tucked the uncomfortable thoughts of Bruno away in my 'do not go there' compartment of my brain. Bruno called me a few days ago stating he missed everybody and wanted to catch up. When he returned he wanted to hang out. I agreed and told him my schedule was open these days so whenever he is able I'm here. We agreed that Saturday would be best and he told me he wanted to do something fun like Dave & Busters or Universal. I told him I'm game for whatever. I convinced myself that it would be a good idea to take a nap before Bruno arrived. Knowing him, he would have me out until the we hours of the morning and like always, I end up driving to our destinations.. Bruno stays fully charged when it comes to going out. Me on the other hand, I can't hang past 1 a.m. I walked back inside and headed to my bedroom to grab my Hooligan throw that I adored. Bruno had it engraved with my name and #1 Hooligan, giving it to me for a birthday present two years ago. Taking my prized possession, I decided to lay on the couch. I grabbed my cell phone and set the alarm for five-thirty. A two hour nap should suffice. Not realizing how really tired I was, I began to doze off almost as fast as my head hit the pillow.

Bruno was to arrive in less than thirty minutes. Whether he would be punctual or not was to be seen. It was always hit or miss with him. I checked my makeup one last time. Earth tones and very simplistic. 'Damn' I thought. Gladly I did a second glance because I would have walked right out of the house without putting on earrings. I walked back into my room and pulled my silver hoops from the leopard print jewelry box that mantled my dresser. I grabbed my purse off of the bed and headed for the living room. Placing it on the couch, I walked over and stood on the deck anticipating his arrival. Minutes later there was a coded knock at the door. Twenty rapid knocks. I just laughed and shook my head knowing exactly who was on the other side. I opened the door and was greeted with a scowl on Bruno's face. "What's wrong with you," I asked him raising my eyebrow in question. "Why did it take you so long to answer the damn door Breion?" I just stared at Bruno for a few seconds, taking in his moody response. Then without another thought, I reached up and grabbed Bruno by his curly fro and playfully dragged him into the apartment. "Who the hell you talking to." I said laughing, not letting go of his hair. "Damn," Bruno says laughing as well. "I see ain't shit changed. Your ass is still crazy and violent as hell." I released his hair and looked him dead in his eye. "And don't forget it." We eyed each other with a tense stare for a few seconds and then both fell out into laughter. "You're so stupid," I said to him shaking my head still laughing. "What's up Bre? Missed ya puddin-tang," Bruno yells. "Not a thang chicken-wang," I said in reply. We both embraced each other in a big hug. "I missed you." "I missed you too Bru. Damn, you smell good. What are you wearing," I asked him pulling back from him so I could get another good look at him. "Oh it's this scent they got out now...it's called soap." Bruno turned his face up giving me his duck face. I looked at Bruno and instantly burst out laughing. 'He is so special' I thought. "You're such a dork." "Takes one to know one suga-foot." "You look tired and you lost weight," I say analyzing him. "Yep, a little of both," Bruno says. "Pete, we can do this some other time you know. I would prefer you to get some rest." I always call him Pete when I was being serious. I was really starting to worry about him. Especially his health. He's been through a lot this past year. New album, breakup and I doubt his own well-being was on top of the list. "Nope, I'm cool. Now bring ya ass so we can go," Bruno ordered. I obliged and we headed out for our night of fun. We went to Dave & Buster's then after that we hit up some local bars and had some drinks and talked about everything we both missed out on. It was 11:30pm and we were still going strong. Bruno being Bruno, he started to flirt and I quickly tried to change the tone of our conversation to lighter topics. I also remembered how much he likes to drink and so I tell him no more because we have to drive home. Bruno insisted that the night is still young and suggests us going back to his spot to chill out; play poker (which he'll teach me). I'm hesitant because my minds telling me no but deep down every inch of my body is telling me hell yes. But I dismiss all of those thoughts because he's a friend and I can't go there with him. I reluctantly agree to go 'It's just cards, right?' I silently question. We arrived at his spot, a house that I and his mom had the pleasure of helping him shop for. He told me to get comfortable while he fixes us some drinks, Peach Ciroc & Ginger Ale for me, and Gin & Juice for him. I decided to turn on some music and asked him what he wanted to listen to. Before allowing him to answer, I jokingly suggested this cat named Bruno Mars. Bruno gave me his stank face and smoothly flipped me the bird. I laughed. "Rude. Guess that's a no go. Umm, I guess let's make it a MJ night," I say holding up the cd. He smiles saying, "Now that I can do." MJ was playing on the stereo, we were sipping on our drinks, and Bruno was in instructor mode trying to teach me to play poker. We were really having fun until the flirting started again. It's no lie, I began to get very uncomfortable. Was feeling some kind of way. Of course I played it off and ignored his gestures. Bruno stands up, grabs my hand pulling me up saying, "come dance with me". "What?" I could feel my heart beat escalate. 'Stay calm Bre, stay calm. It's just Bruno wanting to dance." I thought. He pulls me close, but not too close and we start dancing to The Way You Make Me Feel. Right on key, Bruno starts singing in my ear making me crack up laughing by doing his MJ voices. After while I pushed him away, "you are a dork," I said laughing. Tired of MJ he switches the music over to Robin Thicke's Sex Therapy cd. He walked over to where I was sitting and grabs my glass, walking to his bar to fix me another drink. I studied his every move. Pouring my drink, he glanced up and looked at me. Catching my gaze, I immediately fix my gaze elsewhere. Once he brings me my drink, I tell him no more after this. I realized a long time ago I am not a drinker like Bruno and I am going to be passed out in a few if I don't stop now. Plus I had to drive home. Of course he just ignores me. As i'm babysitting my drink, Bruno walks over, turns down the music then reaches for his guitar that is leaning against his piano. He starts playing a familiar tune, Our First Time. 'Wow. Really' I'm thinking. I look up at him and his eyes are flirting with me as he plays. Good Lawd. 'What is wrong with me. I've clearly had too much to drink.' I decided. I place my drink on its coaster when I noticed he stopped playing and walked over to sit next to me on the couch. 'I must keep the mood light, I just must.' I tell myself. So I playfully push him telling him I didn't want him sitting next to me. Bruno playfully pushes me back saying, "how bout I just sit on you?" Not missing a beat, I gave him a 'I wish you would' look. Already knowing Bruno, he attempts to sit on my lap. We start to play wrestle and end up on the floor. Then the moment I'd been dreading but secretly longing for was about to happen. My hands began to get sweaty and heart beat escalating again. With his body perched on top of mine Bruno looks down at me and I match his stare. My body has totally taken over telling my mind to butt out. He lowers his head to mine, with space barely separating our lips. With our eyes still fixated on each other, the unspoken question is in the air, 'Who makes the first move.' I'm now thinking to myself, 'I do.' I've been wanting this for so long. I grab him by his curly hair and he gives me a hard stare. Bruno quietly asks me, "you ready?" Butterflies are teasing my insides but I don't shy away. I replied by moving my lips to his as he begins to hungrily taste mine. I feel his heat stirring below, passion rising between us both. We both know it's too late to turn back now. With nothing holding us back, we shut the world around us out; only the two of us are invited to tour this playground. Passionately, we embark on our first time.