Just Once More
Written by Lori

She smiled, her thoughts drifting back to a more carefree time in her life, as she read the events section of the newspaper.

Tomorrow Night in Concert:

Nick Carter - Now or Never Tour 2003

8:00 PM - The Attic

Tickets still available

The small picture of him they'd added didn't nearly do him justice. In black and white, it didn't allow the reader the full effect of those piercing eyes or that smile. Damn that smile, she thought.

For a brief moment, she wondered what it would be like to see him again. It had been three years - three LONG years - since they'd parted for the last time. She began to see the images of their tangled bodies in the bed, passion dripping off both of them.

She wouldn't allow her mind to drift too far down that road. What if's will drive you crazy. That was her motto. But, still, she couldn't help seeing his face in her mind, even long after she'd folded the paper and put it down. Should I? she asked herself. No. Definitely not. She was finally at a place in her life where she had some semblance of order. She had a good job, a nice apartment, she was settled. Seeing him again would just make her long for the days when she could just pick up and follow him if she wanted to. She couldn't count the times she'd flown halfway across the country for just one night with him. Simply because he had asked. But there was always more to it than just the sex. They really had a connection. There were the usual sparks and a ton of chemistry. They always had a blast together and could talk about anything. But at the time, they were both still a little wild, not quite ready for the feelings they had. Not sure what to do with them, or about them. So they'd finally decided that the best thing would be not to see each other any more. Or, actually, SHE had decided that. He didn't really like the idea, but he'd said he understood. She remembered the look in his blue eyes on that day. She could actually feel the hurt. She could feel it now.

"Damn it, Nick," she said aloud. "You're doing it to me again!"

She headed for the laundry room to try and get her mind off things. She'd throw herself into cleaning. Which was actually something she needed to do anyway. So, it worked out.

Two hours later, tired of dirty clothes and fed up with her housework, she found herself at the club purchasing a ticket, against her better judgement. She finally convinced herself it wouldn't hurt anything - or change anything - to see him just once more. Just see how he's doing. That was it. She'd check on him. Satisfied with that reason, she turned and left, ticket in hand.

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The next afternoon, her nerves were frayed. She thought she'd be okay with this, but the closer it got the more nervous she became.

She'd picked out what she thought was the perfect outfit. A black bustier-type top, an extremely tight black and blue skirt and those over-the-knee black boots he'd always loved on her. But, wait. Who exactly was this outfit perfect for? Her? Or Nick? She smiled at the thought of his reaction to it.

No. Stop it! She shook her head. I'm only going to see how he is. No need to talk to him. And absolutely no reason to be alone with him. She knew without a doubt he still had the power to turn her into jello. He would always have that power. She'd been like putty in his hands many, many times before. Nick Carter could touch places in her that no man would ever come close to.

That thought still very fresh in her mind, she finished applying her makeup and started on her hair. She was beginning to wonder if this had been a good idea after all.

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 7:15 p.m. She began the thirty minute drive to the club. She really didn't think she could get any more nervous, but she was wrong. She was almost to the point of shaking. She turned on the radio to drown out her thoughts and made her way through the ever thickening traffic.

Pulling into the over-crowded parking lot, she began to look for a space. After circling for the third time, she finally settled for a spot across the street. Man, she thought. He still draws them in, don't he? The image in her mind brought back the proud feeling she always had when seeing him perform. He could really work a crowd, making each person feel like he'd sang specifically to them. And the way he moved that gorgeous body drove all the women to screaming. More often than not, he had many items of lingerie that had been flung at him.

After giving her ticket to the well-muscled guy at the door and taking the stub back from him, she moved in toward the crowd to find a seat. Somehow, she was lucky enough to find a seat at a table just two rows back from the stage, down to the left from the center. She was pleased with the view she'd have from there.

She checked her watch every five minutes. Time seemed to be standing still. Ordering and receiving her drink from the waitress, she began to sip slowly on it. As she took her first big gulp to ease the nerves, the place went dark. Just a second later, a spotlight came on, shining down on the middle of the stage. Then.... silence.... thick smoke filled the stage. She held her breath, waiting to see him appear. Her heartbeat raced as the music began, and he came out from behind the fog. Holding the microphone to those sexy lips, he began singing an unforgettable version of "I Just Wanna Take You Home". She felt her body moving in the seat, feeling the effect of his power. Damn it! She knew this would happen. Just one glimpse of him and she was reduced to this.... how pathetic!! Pathetic or not, he was hot!

At first glance, he appeared to have the look of innocence. His angelic features, spiked blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes and heartmelting smile gave the impression of a boy. But she knew better. Behind those good looks was a very dangerous man. Not dangerous in the sense of harm.... dangerous to the heart.... dangerous to the body. Behind those sparkling blue eyes lay the thoughts of a very virile man, thoughts that would make any good girl blush. And that smile alone was enough to make you melt. Or at least it had always been enough to turn her to mush. He could crumble her defenses with ease; take her breath with one touch.

Standing to see over the crowd after the third song, she wasn't sure if it was the alcohol in the screwdrivers or simply the man shining in front of her. As the night wore on, she was more convinced that it was the latter, bringing those old questions back to her mind. Did I really love him? Or was it just lust, mere excitement I felt? Watching his lips.... and his hips move, she realized that while his body set her on fire, there was a glow around him every time she looked. No. This time it wasn't the lights or the smoke. It was love. She knew it just as well as she had known it three years before.

She continued to float.... partly buzzing.... partly ablaze.... as he performed. She particularly enjoyed the performance of "Miss America", feeling like all the others.... feeling like he was singing directly at her. But, that was impossible. Why, he'd never even glanced her way. But she could feel the heat of his stare nonetheless.

Swaying to "Who Needs The World", she turned to sit back down, her knees becoming weak, and ran right into a very familiar face.

"Hey there. I thought that was you. How you been?" the very large bodyguard said.

"Uh... hey Shaun... um I didn't realize.... um I didn't see you," she answered.

"I've kinda been in the dark," he laughed. "But I saw you and wanted to come speak. Uh.... um.... will you be .... um, joining us backstage tonight?" he asked, trying to put it as nicely as possible.

"No," she said. "He kinda doesn't know I'm here."

"Oh.... well, I'm sure he'd love to see you. If you decide you want to, just come to the right side of the stage and I'll be happy to show you to his dressing room... or what they call one anyway."

"Thanks, Shaun," she replied as he began to walk off. "It was good to see you."

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 Knowing the concert had to be nearing the end, she started getting antsy. She had seriously been considering taking Shaun up on his offer. No, I can't do that! she kept telling herself. But still, thoughts of him holding her kept drifting through her mind. It was during the closing number that she finally made her mind up. The lights became a little brighter, shining more on the crowd, when he walked slowly to the edge of the stage, mic in hand. Then, the ever familiar music, and those first words came. Her favorite song. Always had been. She watched, never taking her eyes off his eyes. During the bridge of the song, he walked down toward her end. When he began to sing the last of the song, he looked directly into her eyes. He knew exactly where she was. He had known the entire time. She couldn't move, couldn't breathe. His eyes burned into her, causing her heat to rise. Thankfully, before she was totally gone, he walked his way back toward the middle. As soon as he turned his head, she got up and walked away. His voice continued to ring in her ears.

"I need you tonight..... I need you right now.... I know deep within my heart...."

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 "Thanks, again, Shaun," she said as he shut the door of the small dressing room on his way out.

"No problem," he answered with a smile.

She took the few minutes of quiet to gain her composure and started looking around the room. She smiled a knowing smile, seeing his clothes flung about, hair products everywhere, drink bottles, and a video game. Only one night, and he still does all this, she thought.

She had picked up one of his shirts and held it to her nose when she heard the door open behind her. She turned to look dead in those baby blues when he took the first step in.

"Uh.... hey....," he said, dumbfounded to see her there.

"Hey," she smiled.

"I....er, didn't know you'd.... uh.... be here," he finally managed to say.

"I didn't know myself until just a few minutes ago," she said, taking a step towards him.

His breathing was very obviously getting deeper as she came closer.

"Nick.... I've thought a lot about.... well, things.... and I've realized....," she started.

Taking the final step between them, he said, "Don't.....,"

In an instant, she was wrapped in his strong arms, his perfect lips coming down on hers. That was all it took to make her crumble. He literally held her up. Deepening the kiss, he walked her, backwards, toward the couch behind them. Gently lowering her, he covered her body with his own. She heard him moan.... felt it through his chest.... as she wrapped her arms around his neck.... and her legs around his waist.

"Baby.... it's been so long....," he muttered, as he fumbled between them to feel his way down her top.

"Too damn long...." she agreed, trying her best to pull his sweat drenched shirt over his head.

With that accomplished, she pulled him back down on top of her. He had managed to pull hers off as well, and the feel of his bare skin against her breasts doubled the passion. Hell, it tripled it. Knowing he felt it as well from the sounds he was making, she smiled.

He pulled away, standing just in front of the couch, and began to undo his jeans. She stood, and pushed the short skirt off then turned sat down, and turned her attention back to him.

"Let me," she whispered.

She undid the button and slowly lowered the zipper. Her hand trembling, she pushed the jeans down over his hips and let them fall to the floor. He stepped out of them as well as his boxer briefts, already having kicked his shoes off. She licked her lips, looking him up and down. From the top of his blonde hair, to the ends of his toes, this man was undeniably perfect..... at least in her eyes. From the curves of his physique to the way he smelled.... from his luscious lips to the way he looked at her. There was nothing about him that she didn't find absolutely irresistible. Holding her hand out to him, she gently tugged him back down.

With nothing between them now, he easily slid inside of her. His hardness penetrating deep into her moist warmth. Locking her legs back around his waist, she began to move her hips against his, the strokes becoming harder and wilder. Looking up into those ever crystal eyes, she saw in his eyes the exact feeling she'd had earlier.

He saw the same in hers. He leaned down, leaving a trail of kisses up her neck to her ear, and whispered, "I love you..... always have."

When he looked back up, he saw a single tear dropping down her cheek.

As the motions became faster and faster, he felt his climax building.

"Baby.... I can't.... hold it," he moaned.

"Don't.... don't hold it.... give it to me," she urged.

Bucking her hips wildly, she moved just as she knew would affect him the most. Seeing the fire in his eyes, she knew he was close.

"C'mon, Nicky.... give it to me," she said again.

His moans becoming louder and louder, he managed to stifle a scream.

"Oh, God, baby....," he started.

"Yes....," she returned. "That's what I want..... give it to me."

"Oh Yes!" he screamed, his body shuddering in orgasm, sending her over the edge as well.

She clung tightly to him, their bodies slick with sweat as they both trembled. She had wondered if the feelings would be as intense after all this time. She now had her answer. They were ten times stronger and so intense it took her breath away.

Collapsing on top of her, Nick said, "I've missed you."

"I missed you, too."

"What made you come?" he asked as he rolled them both on their sides, so he could look at her.

Laying her head on his arm, she answered, "I thought it would be nice to see you."

Looking at her for a long minute, he nodded. "Could you be persuaded, maybe, to see me just once more?"

He waited for a verbal answer, but the one he got meant much more. The smile on her face, the way she laid in his arms, there and in the hotel suite that night, gave him all the confirmation he needed.

~~~~ The End ~~~~

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