Title: Homecoming
Series: Our Wicked Ways
Author: Aceetha/Dawn
E-Mail: shyspyke@toowicked.com
Disclaimer: This is pure fiction. Nothing in this story happened. I don't know the BSB's. If I did I wouldn't be sitting here writing this alright.
I run my hand through my hair again, looking into the mirror. I just can't seem to make it do what I want. I need it to look good. I need to look good. I'm already wearing a pair of leather pants, which I've been told I look rather sexy in, not to mention a black wifebeater and a black SILK shirt. Oh yeah, I'm going all the way.Wondering why?
WELL DUH!!!!!
Brian's coming home tonight!
I can't wait to see him, finally. It's been like forever. OK, so it's only been a week since I saw him, but then I was upset and I sorta stormed out on him in a batheroom where we should have been having wild crazy sex up against the wall or in one of the bathroom stalls.
Getting the impression I've throught about that a lot? I have. Ever since we had the fight I have. I gotta make Brian see how sorry I am, which is why I'm doing this tonight.
I'm gonna make dinner for him, and we're gonna sit down like a normal couple and eat. I mean, he's my boyfriend, we should have dinners and shit.
A drawer. DAMN. I need to go clear off a drawer for him. Cuz that's what couples do, or so I've heard. They have drawers. Another thing for my to do list.
Let's see.
Fine wine?
Check.
Nice food?
Check.
Slow music to dance to?
Check.
Red roses?
Check.
Small necklace? (WHAT? I wanna give him something special)
Check.
List over reasons why I'm so very sorry?
Check.
Yep, I'm all ready. Now all I need is for him to get his ass over here, and everything will be fine.
*****
Well, it's time. Leighanne is spending the evening with a friend. They haven't seen each other in forever, so she wanted me out of the house. And I have nothing against spending the night at Nick's.
I look at the door, and raise my hand, knocking gently.
I hear a crash from inside, and someone swearing, Nick probably, and the the door opens, and I very nearly drop the red rose I brought for him.
DAMN HE'S HOT.
He's wearing leather, I love leather. And a black whifebeater, AND a silk shirt. He knows I love silk shirts.
"Here" I say, and hand him the rose. He looks at me and smiles, grabbing my collar and dragging me inside, slamming me up against the door as he shuts and locks it. Then his mouth is on mine, and before I know it, the rose is on the floor and my hands are tangled in his hair. God but I love his hair.
I pull away and bend down to pick up the rose, and hands it to him again. He looks at me with a grin, then he takes the rose in one hand, and my hand in his other, leading me into the dining room.
I'm shocked as I enter. The whole room is being lit up my candles, I can hear slow music playing and there's plates on the table, plus about ten red roses in a vase. He adds mine to the vase, and then turns to look at me again.
"Welcome back love" he says, and flashes me a grin.
"Nick. Oh my God. Did you do all this..for me?"
He walks over to me and gives me another kiss.
"I wanted to do something special for my boyfriend. Now, why don't you sit down, and I'll get the dinner. I didn't know what you wanted, so I was gonna make a little bit of everything. Of course, I screweds up. The roast got burnt, and I dropped the potatoes on the floor. All I really have is macaroni and cheese, and some fries and beef. Will that do?"
I look at him and smile. HE TRIED TO COOK FOR ME. Don't get me wrong, Nick is a great cook, He just tends to burn stuff. Badly. He once put my kitchen on fire.
"It sounds great. I'm glad to have you as my boyfriend."
I know we both say that alot, but I guess we just couldn't help it. It was so new to us, and it was something I had wanted to call him for some time, I just didn't know if he wanted it or not. But now I know he does want me to call him that, and I'm not about to stop. I'll never get tired of calling him MY boyfriend.
I'm just the luckiest guy on earth right now.
Don't you think.
*****
I look over at Brian, sitting at the table accross from me. He's finishing up his macaroni and cheese, and I'm already done. The dinner was a success, and I think he told me like a hundred times that he loved it.
The wine is almost gone as well. Surprisingly that wine was good with maraconi and cheese. I didn't think it would be a good match, but, it worked. And he liked my food.
I go through my list in my head.
I've done everything except give him the necklace and tell him how sorry I am.
He's done with his food, and I clear off the table, getting the necklace from the kitchen. As I return he's not at the table.
"Leave the rest at the table" I hear him say, and then I feel his body against mine from behind, his hands circling around my waist. I turn around and look at him.
"Alright"
I lean down to kiss him. "Wanna dance?" I ask him.
"I'd love to" he replies, and I lead him out to the middle of the floor. His hands go up around my neck, and I hold around his waist as we move slowly to the music.
I can't think of a single word to say to him as we move as one to the mucis. I know I should apologise for the way I treated him, but I just can't seem to find the words.
I don't know what to do. I don't know what to say. All I know is that I want to dance with him forever.
"What is it Nick?" he asks, and I look down at him, and I see concern in his eyes.
"I'm sorry Brian" I say.
"Sorry for what"
"For the way I've treated you"
"It's ok. You have nothing to be sorry about. It's over, and we're together. That's all that matters Nicky"
I lean down and kiss him.
Then I pull back and takes up the small box with the necklace and hand it to him.
"I bought this for you" I say.
He looks so surprised, and happy. His entire face is beaming with love, and it's all for me.
"Nick...I..I don't know what to say"
I smile at him and kiss him again.
"Open it"
He opens the box and take out the small necklace. It's a little golden medalion shaped like a heart. He opens it, and inside there's a picture of me and him, taken not too long ago.
He looks up at me, and kisses me for what seems like an eternity. I hate it when he pulls away.
"I love it. I LOVE YOU"
I smile and lean down to kiss him again.
"I know"