"We'll be fine. You wanna know why? Because were Nikki and Vanity."
She nodded, staring up at him with eyes full of hope and love. "...And we get through everything. We'll be okay."
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-January 1990-
Vanity and Nikki found themselves lounging around the pool of a very nice resort. They had finally gone on the vacation to the Bahamas her grandparents had gifted a few months back. They decided to skip Christmas and just spend a week here. So far the couple had adventured all over the island, taking part in scuba diving, zip lining and jet skiing. Nikki was also adamant about getting Vanity in the shark cage with him, but that was a hard no from her. Now, after a day of exploring the island town, Vanity laid in one chair, wearing a dark blue bikini with black shades covering her eyes as she basked in the sun. Nikki sat besides her, softly strumming the strings of his bass.
"Ya know, Sixx. I was thinking..." Vanity perked up, taking a sip of her pina colada.
"Don't hurt yourself angel." Nikki teased, causing Vanity to gently slap his knee.
"Asshole-" They both laughed together, "We should take more vacations together, this has been fun. Can we stay a little bit longer? Please?" Vanity begged, looking over at him and giving Nikki her best smile.
"Doll, I wish we could. But we have to get back by Saturday. We leave for tour in a week and i still need to get some stuff squared away before I leave." Nikki expressed, groaning at the pouty lip she was giving him.
"I promise, when the tour is over we will go on vacation again, wherever you want too. You can pick." He assured her, watching Vanity lay back down on the chair.
"Okay fine, but I want to go to Paris with you." She smiled widely, reaching for his hand as he brought her hand up to his lips.
"Anything for you, Princess." Nikki responded making Vanity grin cheekily as she took her hand back, placing it under her head as she continued to sun bathe.
Nikki chewed on his bottom lip, plucking at the strings as he eyed the cowboy hat he has been wearing on the vacation. His eyes were mainly fixated on the little black box that was hidden underneath it. He stared at Vanity getting comfortable in the chair, his eyes gazing down the contours of her body. He took in ever detail of her. How her hair was pulled back in a messy bun that still made her look sexy as hell. Her skin was sun kissed and she was wearing tanning oil that made every inch of her glisten. He saw bruises from his fingers on her hips, as he saw marks from his lips on her thighs. He saw the scar on the side of her knee that was in the shape of a crescent moon. His eyes wandered down farther to the golden anklet that had little tiny roses on it.
"I can feel you looking at me." Vanity says with a smirk and closed eyes under her sunglasses.
Nikki snapped out of his thoughts, "I don't ever wanna stop looking at you..."
