Riding in the Time Machine - Eminem x Minaj Fan Fiction

Next Time

Nicki POV

The first show was electrifying. The crowd was insane, the tempos were right, and we hit our marks perfectly. The entire concert went off without one hitch and to say that I was feeling a little boisterous would be understating things by a million. I couldn't sit still, I was so energized.

After spending the first ten or fifteen minutes hooting and hollering backstage in my dressing room, I finally calmed down enough to kick people out. I should have caught a shower, but I was too jittery. I needed to go do something and I knew just who to drag along with me. Em was sure to be riding the same high I was on.

Looking through my stuff, I noticed my phone was missing. I frowned as I thought, and then it hit me. I'd had it last with Em, and we'd swung by his dressing room before we'd gone to hang out before we got the party started.

Rocking my way his direction, I smiled at the crew and grips as I passed. There was nothing quite like the excitement of a good show. Having a crowd of tens of thousands singing your shit with you was beyond epic. It was perfection.

When I made it to Em's dressing room, the door was closed. I knocked, but there was no answer. Taking a shot at the handle, I found it turning for me so I stepped in. The place was empty. I'd have to text him to find out where he'd made off to.

Spying my phone on a table near the far side, I walked over to it and entered the code. I'd missed a few calls, had a fantastic amount of notifications to my social media accounts, and had a handful of texts waiting for me. Skipping the texts for the moment, I opened up my Insta page, thinking I'd get a feel for how the posts were going.

As I did, I heard movement to my left side. I ignored it for a second, though, as I logged in. Smiling, I made it through a few dozen posts before I glanced up and then nearly dropped my damn phone.

Marshall had taken advantage of the shower in his dressing room's bathroom. He'd come into the room, a towel wrapped around his waist. He appeared to be looking for something and hadn't, as near as I could tell, seen that I was in here. Until, of course, I squeaked.

I couldn't fucking help it. He'd turned to the side, giving me a profile view of not only his chest, but a bit of his back. While he wasn't a huge guy, Marshall was toned and it showed in the way his muscles moved as he reached for something. My mouth, which had been grinning as I'd flipped through fan posts, dropped open.

Em turned to me suddenly, his face concerned. When he saw it was me, the concern vanished, but an expression I couldn't place took over his face. He walked toward me - in only that motherfucking towel - and cocked his head as he spoke.

"What are you doing here, Nic?" he asked, his eyes showing a little confusion.

It took me a full fifteen seconds to register that he'd even spoken and, when I did, I didn't respond to his question. I raised a hand to the tattoo at his navel, my phone slipping from my hand before I did. I'd heard about this ink, but I'd never actually seen it. Without speaking, I traced a fingertip over the image just slightly. As I did, his stomach jumped under my touch.

"Never seen them up close," I murmured, my eyes switching to his right shoulder.

Em stood still as I shifted half a step, my fingers drawn to what was depicted there, too. His skin was warm under my fingers and I somewhat distantly registered his breathing, but I was too focused on examining the art on him. The work had been filled in over years, and he'd had some masters do it.

When my eyes finally pulled up and met his, my lungs stopped working. There was so much heat in his blue eyes. It seemed to flame before me as he reached up his left hand and cupped my jaw. I stepped into him, feeling his body heat and the slight moisture from his shower, as his right hand came up and held my face.

And then, he kissed me.

I felt a whimper slip out as his lips set down on mine, the warmth and firmness pulling the sound from my chest without any effort whatsoever. My hands slid around his waist, splaying over the muscles of his back as he sucked on my bottom lip. When his mouth opened and his tongue teased at my upper lip, my hands gripped him, squeezing the flesh under my palms as my tongue met his.

Em rumbled a sound in response, his mouth becoming insistent as he deepened the kiss and threw my heart into a staccato of a beat that neither one of us would have been able to keep up with. Over and again, he delved into me as he walked me backward until I was against the wall mirror on the far side of the room. Once there, he pulled his mouth from mine and moved down my jaw, his body leaning into me as I felt him everywhere.

One of my hands moved up between his shoulders while the other moved down, gripping his ass as his towel came away from his hips. He was grinding into me as I pulled at him, his mouth slipping from my jaw to my neck as he sucked hard. Unable to stop the reaction, both of my hands then grasped his ass, massaging the firm muscle as his teeth and mouth left marks on my neck.

I could feel his arousal as he continued to destroy every bit of my thoughts. I couldn't have pieced a normal sentence, a full set of reasoning, together if you'd handed me a dictionary. My body was going up in smoke from the fire in his touch and lips.

It was as Em was nipping my neck, his left hand slipping down to fondle my breast, that someone came into the room. I didn't see who it was; my eyes were closed with the enjoyment of his masterful mouth on me as one hand held his neck. I heard the shocked gasp, though, and then the door slamming shut.

The sound was what we needed to stop. Em pulled back, his eyes dark with passion, and looked at me. He was naked as the day he was born, pushed up against me, and I still couldn't come up with a decent thing to say.

"Next time," Em murmured as he bent and spoke against my lips. "Lock the goddamn door, Nic."

I laughed lowly as I kissed him softly, feeling his smile against my mouth as I did. We were both still in the thrall of the moment, but we wouldn't be us if there weren't some humor to it, too. When Em raised his head again, his hand returned to my face.

"We should go somewhere else," he said and I nodded.

"Yeah."