Who Needs The World
Nick could tell by the way she sat at the edge of the pool that she was still furious with him. Her spine was rigid and she didn't swing her bare legs lazily in the water like she usually did. He sighed. He understood her anger, he guessed. But she refused to even try to see his point. Why did it have to be all or nothing all the time with her? Britney could feel his eyes on her bareback and she forced herself not to turn around. He wouldn't acknowledge her in public, well fuck him. She'd ignore him in private. "Brit-" he kneeled down behind her and placed a pleading hand on her shoulder. "Shut up." she warned, still not looking at him." And don't touch me. You don't have a girlfriend remember?" no matter how many times she had watched him lie for the cameras it still felt like a knife in her heart when he denied her existence. "You know I only-" "I don't care anymore Nick." she said wearily turning to face him. "I don't care why you lied, why you always lie. At first I accepted it because I figured eventually open up about us but nothing's changed." she stood up and started to walk away from him. The blow up had been huge when he had gotten home and she really was not in the mood for round two. "But the fans need-" "I'm really sick of living my life around your fans? Aren't you? I guess not." she said sadly, fighting tears." They give you something I don't. After all, how can the groupies keep you warm when youre on tour and I'm not around right?" Nick clenched his jaw. "That's not fair." "No, but it is true isn't it?" Britney shot back. She made her way towards the stairs towards their bedroom. "Wait a minute, get back here." Nick ordered following her. He watched her pull the suitcase out from the closet and begins to pull open the drawers in the dresser beside the door. "What are you doing?" he asked panicked. "Guess." Britney seethed throwing her clothes in by arm fulls. "What the hell? No you're not leaving." he insisted. "I don't exist remember Nick? You can't order nothing around." Britney pointed out, blinking back tears, she would NOT cry in front of the bastard. "You're not nothing." Nick told her gripping her arms painfully." You knew exactly what would happen if we started dating, how I had to keep quite about my personal life-" "Well I changed my mind. Women are famous for that. And anyway, what are you telling me? That your fan base consists solely of women and teenyboppers who want to fuck you and if that dream is shattered for them they'll have no interest in you?" Britney spat at him. "Wow, youre more fucked up then people warned me about." "Jesus, Britney. Stop this. I mean it. Put the suitcase back in the closet." Nick grabbed for the handle but she jerked it out of his grasp. "No. You had your chance Carter and you blew it." "So that's it? You can just stop loving me like that? We mean shit to each other? you can just turn it off and walk away like that?" Nick asked her, his face red. "No. I can't turn it off. I'll go to my grave loving you but I WILL NOT come second in your life. Not ever. I will not be kept in hiding like some two-bit whore your afraid of getting caught with. "I never said you-" "Then prove it goddammit! Prove that I'm important to you for more than just a quick fuck when youre in the mood. Prove it out there!" Britney ordered pointing out the window. Nick bit his lip, she could see he was shaking and trying very hard not to explode. His blue eyes were a piercing angry blue when they locked with hers, yet he was silent. Britney shook her head. "Right. I thought so. I gotta get out of here." she said pushing against him so he would move but he blocked her. She tried moving around him but he grabbed her shoulders and blocked the doorway. "No. No. No!" he shouted at her. "You're not leaving. No!" he insisted, digging thick fingers painfully into her slim arms. "You're hurting me, let go!" Britney ordered. "I said no!" he pulled her away from the doorway and threw her onto the bed, shocking her. "It has not one fucking thing to do with the fans!" he screamed at her, making her jump. His face was red and his eyes were watery with tears. No, not tears. Nick never cried. "Did ya ever think I have my own reasons for not wanting to talk about you?" Nick asked, his voice hoarse. Britney crossed her arms on her chest. "I don't care what your reasons-" "It's because of you!" he explained. He was trembling so bad that Britney had to resist the urge to reach out her hands comfort him. Whatever was going on in that head of his, it was costing him to tell her. What would it hurt to sit for a second? "What?" she asked tired. "I...I..It..." he was panting hard and Britney stared as his chest heaved unsteadily and frustrated tears fell from his eyes. He angrily dug his fists into his eyes to stop them. "It's you. I don't w...wa...fuck!" Nick sat down on the carpet and panicked breathing coming out in wheezing puffs. Worried, Britney moved to the floor with him and stroked his back. "It's okay....shh...it's okay." she assured him." Ill listen." she promised. "Tell me Nick....breathe sweetie. It's okay..." This scared Britney. She had never, ever seen Nick loose control like this. She'd never even seen him cry for heaven sake and they'd been together for three years. She continued to stroke his back until his breathing slowed and he could speak again. "It's 'cause of you." he explained, taking in a long shaky breath. "I don't understand." "Ya know how Aj had that blanket? That one that got stolen?" "Sure." Britney nodded, still lost. "Well that's what you're like to me." Nick explained. "I'm a blanket?" Britney asked. Was Nick more troubled than people had always told her? she wondered warily. "I need to have you here. I need nobody to know about you. Not cause of the fans, not cause of nothing but me." he said hoping he was being clearer. "Why do I have to be a secret?" she asked. "That world out there. They're always tugging at me. Always wanting me to be this person and that person. They want me to do too much Brit. I get so tired. Get so sick of it sometimes. Having to make everybody else happy. Do what the record company wants, what the other guys want. Be happy all the time. If I'm not then I'm an asshole. I can't keep doing it if I don't have a home Britney. You're my home. I love that you haven't been touched by the world. That you don't know what it's like to be in the middle of all that shit. I come home and I close the door and I'm really safe in here. With you. Nobody knows about you and I want it that way. I want to have this separate innocent place I can go that nobody knows about so that I can stay sane. I need nobody to know. I need it for me. That's why I lie. To keep you. To keep this place for me." He said, his hands were freezing cold as she held them. "Jesus. Nick. Why didn't you tell me any of this?" "Cause it sounds fucked up to me. I can only imagine how psycho you think I am." Nick said his face crumbling. Britney caressed his damp face. "No. I don't think your psycho. I get it I guess. I guess I was afraid that you wanted to keep me secret so that you could go on screwing your groupies." Britney admitted. "No." he insisted leaning his forehead against her. "Yeah I did it in the past, mostly cause I was afraid of how important you were becoming to me. Then it just started making me feel really dirty, coming home to you after....so I stopped. I swear it's been over two years since I touched another woman." he nuzzled her cheek, moving slowly to her ear. "Now I can't take a breath without you. I'm scared shitless. You're in my head all the time, in my heart." Nick's lips brushed across hers."It's the only thing that's making me survive Britney, knowing your here. Knowing you love me. Do you? Do you still love me?" his tongue peeked out to caress hers. Britney was shaking, not only from his mouth but form his admission. Britney let out a pained moan as her mouth met his. Could she do it? Stay in the background for him. Be his safe place? She had no aspirations of stardom so it wasn't as if she needed the public eye. The only reason she wanted acknowledgement in public was because she had been afraid he had wanted to maintain his rock and roll persona and continue to cheat on her without the press knowing he was doing so. Now she knew the truth. She had his love. His faithfulness because he needed her, loved her so much that he didn't want to be without her. Could she do that for him? Nick's hands came up under her bikini top to cup her breasts. "Tell me Britney. Tell me you'll stay." he begged capturing a nipple in his mouth. Britney arched back against the foot of the bed. "Yes." she sighed. "It's alright Nick. I'll stay with you." she promised running her fingers through his hair. "God I need you," Nick groaned pulling her by her hips so that she was laying on the carpet." Its fucking crazy how much I need you." Nick said pulling her bikini bottom off. Britney lifted her hips to help him. His fingers caressed her swollen pussy slowly." Do you know..." he stopped to run his tongue along her damp folds. Britney jumped as the sensation raced through her veins to steal her breath. "I take your pictures sometimes when I'm in my hotel room or on the bus alone and imagine your there with me, touching me, your mouth on me...on my cock......sucking me..." Nick said licking at Britney until she came apart beneath him. "Do you? " she asked breathlessly. "You touch yourself and imagine it's me?" she sat up slowly and reached into his shorts, finding him slowly stirring. "Ah....yeah." he said. "Sometimes I wanna....ah shit...yeah...." he said when she freed him from his shorts."...sometimes...I wanna call you....so that you can hear ...what...shit...what you do..." "Do that next time. Should be interesting." Britney said with a smile as she lowered her head to take him in her mouth. "Oh God...." Nick whimpered throwing his head back. Her fingers caressed his balls softly and they drew up against his body pleasurably at her touch." Brit...get on me....now. I want to come inside of you." Nick pleaded. Britney took her mouth off of him and sighed. "I love you Nick." she said as she kissed her way along his stomach and up his chest. She placed her legs on either side of him and sat down ever so slowly so that she'd feel every swollen hard inch of him filling her. Her mouth opened at the exquisite feeling. Nick whimpered at the heat of her, encasing him. She sat on him, holding still and just reveling in the feel of him inside of her. His hands went to her bottom and ran his fingers along the soft cheeks of her bottom. "Oh Nick..." she sighed as tears of awe filled her eyes. His mouth returned to her breasts. "If you don't move soon, you're gonna kill me." he warned hoarsely, running his tongue along a trapped nipple between his teeth. "What a way to go though huh?" Britney asked causing the two of them to burst into a fit of giggles that made his cock jump inside of her." Oh God," Britney sighed at the small thrusts their laughter had cause. Nick rolled her hips up then down, holding them securely in his hands." Yes..." she moaned arching against him. "You're gonna come with me baby." he whispered in her ear, pushing up until she found his rhythm and moved with him up and down, their pace increasing as the need began to barrel through their bodies. When she felt him swell thicker inside of her she locked her eyes with his. "I love you." she moaned as her own need tightened between her legs. "Tell me you'll....ah shit....don't leave me..fuck...never..." he demanded thrusting faster, his blond hair damp with sweat as was his body as her fingers slid on damp skin. "Never" she vowed biting into his shoulder, tasting the salty tanginess of his skin. He cried out her name and pushed up roughly emptying himself as his fingers rubbed between her legs and she followed him over the edge. She fell against his damp body and rained kisses on his shoulders. She would be his safe place for as long as he needed. He was her life. The End