tw: suggestive language
Ricky: *I follow you* What?
Nini: Do you have your ukulele up here?
Ricky: yeah it's right there... *I point at it* what are you doing?
Nini: I wrote you a little song
Ricky: you write songs?
Nini: Yeah, I do in my free time
Ricky: then I'd love to hear *I hand it to you*
Nini: *I start to play*
Somewhere in the middle, I
Think I lied a little, I
I said if we took it there, I wasn't gonna change
But that went out the window, yeah
I know that I seem a little stressed out
But you're here now, and you're turning me on
I wanna feel a different kinda tension
Yeah, you guessed it, the kind that's fun
Hate it when you leave me unattended
'Cause I miss ya, and I need your love
When my mind is runnin' wild
Could you help me slow it down?
Put my mind at ease
Pretty please
I need your hands on me
Sweet relief
Pretty please
((This is "Pretty Please by Dua Lipa))
Ricky: Damn Nini, that's really good
Nini: Thank you, I wrote it last night
Ricky: do you mean it?
Nini: Mean what?
Ricky: *I take the ukulele out of your hands and push you back.* you want my hands on you?
Nini: I-I wouldn't be opposed to it
Ricky: whatever you want
Nini: Then it's a yea
Ricky: *I start kissing you and wrap my arms around your waist*
Nini: *I kiss back and take off your shirt*
Ricky: *I smile and continue*
Nini: *I feel your hands go under my shirt: Y-you can take it off if you want to
Ricky: *I take it off* just stop me if I take it too far, okay?
Nini: Okay *I kiss you again*
Ricky: *I un button your jeans*
Nini: Um j-just make sure I'm not completely naked
Ricky: I promise *I take them off*
Nini: *I kiss you again and smile*
-15 minutes later-
Ricky: *I roll off of you* damn
Nini: That was hot
Ricky: that was fine? I didn't push it?
Nini: No, it was perfectly fine. Thank you for asking every time
Ricky: I just wanted to make sure you were comfortable
Nini: And I felt completely comfortable the whole time *I kiss your cheek and cuddle into you*
Ricky: good *I hold you next to me*
Nini: You smell nice
Ricky: that's good to know *laughs a little*
Nini: It was just a statement! *laughs* You smell like christmas
Ricky: ooo I love Christmas
Nini: It's like a mix of pine trees and ginger bread
Ricky: thanks princess *laughs*
Nini: You also smell like my blackberry lip gloss because... you know
Ricky: I'm just a mixture of different scents
Nini: *laughs a little* Do I smell bad?
Ricky: what? No? You smell like citrus
Ricky: mmmm strawberry kiwi
Nini: Angel, I don't think that's a type of citrus *laughs*
Ricky: whelp
Nini: *laughs a little* But that's not a bad thing to smell like
Ricky: speaking of, I've got a little song for you. It's a classic Harry Styles song
Nini: Oh really?
Ricky: *I sit up and grab my guitar* it's called kiwi
Nini: *laughs* Oooh well I'm ready to hear it
Ricky: *sings (think more of an acoustic style)* She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes
Hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect
And all the boys, they were saying they were into it
Such a pretty face, on a pretty neck
She's driving me crazy, but I'm into it, but I'm into it
I'm kind of into it
It's getting crazy, I think I'm losing it, I think I'm losing it
Oh, I think she said "I'm having your baby, it's none of your business"
"I'm having your baby, it's none of your business" (it's none of your, it' none of your)
"I'm having your baby, it's none of your business"
"I'm having your baby, it's none of your, it's none of your"
Nini: Holy shit
Ricky: mm?
Nini: That was... that was amazing. That was also really hot
Ricky: hey don't go throwing that word around, I wouldn't be able to resist you much longer *laughs* I'm kidding
Nini: With all the times I call you that, you'd think I'd be calling you devil
Ricky: you'd think
Nini: You kinda are the devil though
Ricky: why's that?
Nini: Because you put me on my baddest behavior
Ricky: I just made you a bit more adventurous
Nini: I'd say this is a little more than adventurous *I point to myself*
Ricky: I'd say I'm proud of you but that sounds dirty *laughs*
Nini: *laughs* Very much so
Ricky: *I put the guitar back down* have you ever considered an arts school?
Nini: No, I'm not talented enough for one of those
Ricky: yes you are. Trust me
Nini: Well it wouldn't make sense to audition to get in for my last year of high school
Ricky: I guess not, but it's something you could consider for college. Just for like a minor degree
Nini: I'll think about it, maybe I'll be a music teacher
Ricky: that would suit you well
Nini: You think so?
Ricky: definitely
Nini: And you can be my kickass singer boyfriend... like in the future
Ricky: *laughs* sounds good to me
Nini: And all of my students will be like "You're dating world famous singer Ricky Bowen?!" and I'll say "Hell yeah I am"
Ricky: Like I said though, I don't know if this is something I want to pursue
Nini: Well I think you'd make a great singer. I mean, you have a great stage presence when you sing to me *laughs*
Ricky: thanks Nini *laughs*
*The door bell rings*
Nini: Shit, we forgot about the pizza
Ricky: *I get dressed quickly* I'll meet you downstairs *I run down and answer the door*
YOU ARE READING
illicit affairs
FanficNini Salazar-Roberts is perfect from head to toe. Perfect hair, grades, body, smile, personality, and practically everything else you could think of. She's been cheerleading for as long as she can remember and had been captain for two years. She's n...
