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21- Nick Carter

When I opened my eyes at the break of morning, the very first sight I got to see was his face right underneath me.

"Hi," he cheekily grinned, causing me to chuckle.

"Someone tell me how I ended up on top of you in the middle of the night."

"I don't mind much, you're not that heavy, and you can be pretty sweet sometimes," he teased, causing me to gasp and smack his chest.

"Are you saying I'm heavy and normally not sweet?" I mock-accusingly asked.

"Wouldn't dare, would I?"

Another smack and a howl of laughter.

"Morning," I finally (seriously) said, causing him to place one of his big hands on the curvature of my back, and leaving a sweet kiss to the top of my frizzy hair.

"Still no kisses or anything else before I shower and brush my teeth?" Nick exasperatedly asked.

"Yep," I cheerfully replied, popping the 'p' in the process, causing him to groan.

"Fine then, let's shower together," I arched my eyebrow at that, looking him dead in his (absolutley gorgeous baby blue) eyes, "We'll get clean quicker you know."

"We won't be getting any cleaning done," I snorted, "You and I both know that."

"I promise today nothing will happen," he crossed his fingers, as he began to shift in place, "See? I'll keep my hands to myself," he gave me a mischievous grin, before removing his hands from my body and shooting out of the bed instantly, causing me to fall off the edge.

"Nickolas Gene Carter!"

***

Surprisingly enough, he was being pretty well-behaved after we'd brushed our teeth and stepped under the calmingly warm drizzle of water.

"Let me wash your hair," he smiled at me, causing me to narrow my eyes at him.

"I swear to God if my hair ends up being purple like the last time---"

At that memory, he laughed out, almost slipping in the shower, "No! I promise I won't do anything to your hair. I just want to spend some time with you."

My insides couldn't help but turn to mush as I wrapped my arms around his neck---though I had to stand on my tiptoes and avoid tumbling down---and kissed him sweetly, "I like it when you play nice."

Humming in satisfaction as he kissed me once more, he began to massage my scalp gently, making sure to ease out all the knots and leave my hair sparkling clean.

After returning the favor to his sunny locks, all that was left to do was try to lather our bodies in shower gel without turning it into a bubble bath.

Once I was sure we were shiny and smelled of mangoes, we synonymously stepped out of the shower, drying off briefly before I was stopped by Nick's hand on my arm.

Pulling me against his still-slightly damp chest, I reveled in the feeling of his body curving against mine.

"Look at us, babe," he spoke in a quiet voice pointing at the full body length mirror in front of us, "Look at you," he sighed happily, setting his chin down on my shoulder and kissing my neck oh-so-delicately.

"We fit," I grinned as he peppered kisses against the junction between my neck and shoulder, "We really do."

With yet another sweet-sounding sigh, he wound his arms around me tight, securing me against his sturdy body.

"God, I love you Nick," I softly said, my emotions soaring as he stroked my sides gently, refusing to let go.

And he never did, which was quite a blessing.

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