Disclaimer: This chapter gets steamy. Be mature about it.

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I snapped out of my comfortable slumber to the sound of my upstairs neighbor arguing with his mother yet again. My hair was a mess and I still had on last night's top with a pair of Spongebob boxers. I reached over for my phone and I couldn't help myself, I just felt the need to check if anything was posted anywhere about last night.

There was nothing on Nate's snapchat or anything. Cris hadn't tweeted about him, surprisingly. The only thing was Swazz's snapchat. In the background of the series of videos, I could clearly see Cris sitting on Nate's lap as he looked through his phone & smoked. Even when she wasn't on camera, she found a way to let herself be known by shouting or giggling. The whole thing made me roll my eyes & toss my phone to the other side of the bed.

I got up and went over to put more food in Loki's bowl.

"Morning champ," I told the cutest hedgehog in the world. "Why do we always want what we can't have? Huh? I swear. It's like putting a nice slice of cake in front of me but then putting a laser forcefield around it. The universe is just having a go at me. Then again this is my fault. I need to stop mixing business with pleasure. He's my boss, not my boyfriend. Besides...Jaxon is super cute and sweet. Charming, to say the least. Why isn't he more appealing to me? I don't get it. This, Loki, is a definite flaw in the human psyche. Good thing I'm only on call today. We'll figure this out."

With payday lingering within a few days, I was busy thinking about the kind of champagne I was going to buy that I promised Elijah. I plopped back onto my bed. It was only 30 seconds before my phone beeped with a message.

NATE: Can you come over? Emergency.

"Shit," I whispered. I wasted no time throwing clothes on and hitting the road.

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I hurried to the front door and stood in the foyer.

"Nate?" I called out. "I'm here, where are you?"

"My room," I heard him say from down the hall. When the boss says it's an emergency, you don't take your sweet time.

"What's up," I ask, trying to catch my breath.

He was standing by the window, fidgeting with the hem of his sleeve. He seemed anxious and worried.

"What's the, uh...what's the emergency?" I set my keys and phone on the dresser.

A corner of his mouth rose a bit when he turned to look at me.

"You look normal," he spoke, averting the question.

"Normal?"

"Yeah like you aren't trying too hard to fit in, you're just Lux."

"I-I'm sorry, I was under the impression something was wrong," I cleared my throat. The last thing I wanted to talk about was my contrast in wardrobe.

"I've just been havin' little attacks. Stressed out about the album and the next tour," he explained.

"Oh," I looked around. I'm not really the best person to consult about panic attacks. "What about it?"

"What if it doesn't turn out as good as the mixtapes and the EP's? Those have a likeable raw & gritty feel to them. Albums are more polished and more songs are either a hit or a miss."

"I mean, that wouldn't be life would it?" I shrugged. "We have some hits, some misses. We learn from it all and just keep getting better. That's all it is. You're just gonna get better. You'll do fine. And...I'm sorry, can I sit down? I kinda ran in here with urgency."

"Yeah go ahead."

I took a seat on the edge of the bed and he lit up a joint, blowing smoke through the open window.

"I just wanna be the greatest," he said, taking a stance that only winners would take. He looked full of hope, full of dreams. "You smoke?"

"Never on the job," I chuckled.

"Yeah well," he walked over to me and handed me the joint. "Consider this a promotion."

This was so unprofessional yet so unbelievably good. The hit was smooth and clean. I didn't realize how much I needed to smoke until I no longer felt the knots of stress in my back. I took one last hit and laid back against the headboard as I blew out the stream of smoke.

"It's good huh?" He smiled, taking the joint from me.

"Very," I chuckled. "Oh man, when you said emergency I thought you, I don't know, fell in the shower or something."

"I'm a senior citizen now?" He took a long hit.

"No," I laughed. "Just saying. Are these...panic attacks regular?"

"Not so much anymore. Mary Jane helps. I'm just always worried if people will accept me."

"Are you kidding me? You have a plethora of fangirls online. Half of them aren't even 21 yet but they love you and they love your music."

"I want more than that though." He extinguishes the blunt and plops down next to me. "I owe a lot to them but my crowds need to be more diverse. I want everybody bumpin' my shit; new, old, girl, boy, and everything inbetween. I can't even post a picture on Instagram without these little girls tellin' me I'm a bad influence for smokin'."

"Fuck them."

Nate bursts out laughing.

"I'm serious," I coughed a little. "You didn't ask to be a role model. That's what they have parents and teachers for. That's what they have humanitarians for. You're here for the music & the music is here for you, Nate. Being a cookie cutter rapper is not your responsibility. Don't ever forget that. You be the Skate Maloley you set out to be. You go get those mixed up crowds."

Nate sighs and leans over, resting his head on my lap. I was surprised. We've never been this kind of close.

"Sorry, is this weird," he asked.

"No it's cool," my voice pitched up a bit.

"You can like, massage my hair if you want to," he quietly chuckled.

"Now you're making it weird," I joked but I did it anyway.

His hair was smoother than I thought. And I couldn't help but think about all the girls that would be pissed off to find me in this position. But they didn't have to know a damn thing. He hummed a bit as he exhaled, letting me know I was helping him to relax.

"Did you have fun last night," he asked me.

"Yeah it was cool," I answered.

"What do you think of Cris?"

I was searching for something nice to say but the weed only made me want to speak my mind correctly. I already did so with the fangirl conversation.

"I don't," I shrugged with attitude.

"You don't?"

"Nope. That's all you, that's your friend or pretend girlfriend whatever. I don't have an opinion about her."

"Sounds like jealousy."

I playfully tapped him on the back. "It's not that, shut up."

"Gettin' defensive?" He laughed. "Reason #2."

"Give me a break," I rolled my eyes.

"Why are your legs so warm?"

"I don't know, dude! Maybe because I had to rush over here for your false emergency. It's my job though." I scratched his scalp.

"That feels good," he spoke softly.

I kept scratching it. His arm reaches forward and he was about to touch the side of my leg but he stopped, proceeding to fold his arms instead.

"What are you thinking about?" My tone softened.

He took a deep breath. "For the first time, nothing. And it's a good feeling."

"That's good green for you," I added.

"You helped too." Even with his back facing me, I could still see him bite his bottom lip a bit. This made tons of thoughts race in my head. He suddenly sat back up, stretching his arms. I wanted him back in my lap.

He turned to look at me and we locked an intense gaze, a silent one. He looked down at my mouth and I looked down at his as our heads inched closer to each others.

And then the doorbell rang, awakening us from this subtle hypnosis.

"Uh," he cleared his throat. "I'll be right back."

I could tell he was partially irritated. But we were about to cross a line and I couldn't jeopardize my job like that. Feelings could get involved, more than the limited amount of feelings I've already allowed myself to possess. I couldn't do this. I had to go.

Down the hall, I heard him talking to the UPS guy about the package he was receiving. I got out the bed, straightened my clothes out and took my keys off the dresser. For some reason, I was hesitating grabbing my phone and getting the hell out. So I paced for a bit. 

Once I walked back in the direction of the dresser, Nate came back in. Without saying a word, he gently but swiftly took the keys out of my hands and put them back on the dresser. His hands slipped around my waist and he kissed me, breathing me in as he held on tight. It was automatic sorcery because I didn't fight it.

We were moving. Moving backwards until we reached a wall. He pressed up against me, kissing me deeper. My hands were squeezing the sides of his shirt as I felt his warm tongue over mine. He reached for my hands and released them from his shirt, raising them above my head to pin them against the wall. This was intense and I loved every minute of it.

I gasped as his lips traveled down to my neck then my chest. Suddenly his hands cupped beneath my ass and he picked me up, causing me to wrap my legs around him as we then moved to the bed. He paused and hovered above me as we both caught our breath. He looked deep into my eyes and I took it as a way of him asking for permission. 

As soon as I grinned a little, he reached down and unbuttoned my shorts, dipping his hand inside. He moaned a little once he felt how wet he made me. But he took his hand back out to rise above me and take his shirt off. I reached for the button of his jeans and tugged until it popped open. They were already halfway down his waist as usual and his arousal was halfway visible through his white Calvin Klein briefs.

My God, I wanted him so bad. I didn't even want to fight myself anymore on the matter and I didn't want to think about what would happen the day after. Hell, the hour after.

I ran the back of my hand over his stiffness and went to take off my shirt too. But he stopped me.

"I wanna do it," he whispered.

So he took his time, kissing every inch of skin up my torso until my shirt was completely off. I was wearing a black sports bra and was unapologetic for it. He still squeezed my breasts anyway. Instead of taking that off too, he just stretched it downwards until I was exposed enough for his mouth to explore some more. Everytime he hummed over my skin, I got goosebumps. He liked it though, smiling through his teeth as he nibbled. He knew what he was doing despite our little giggles here and there.

"Top drawer to your right," he informed me as he smoothly pulled my shorts and panties off.

My mind was too hazy to know what he was talking about but then it slowly clicked once I reached around in the drawer and took out a condom. He moved his jeans & underwear down a little more, never fully taking them off and rolled the latex on.

This feeling was just like in the movies when all the previews are done and they announce the feature presentation. So you get all cozy and that small amount of adrenaline kicks in, fueling your excitement for something you had been waiting for.

He placed his hand on my stomach while his other hand positioned himself. Slowly he entered me. My breathing was rhythmic and so was his; whispers and hitched breaths over the outside sounds of the wind & rustling palm trees through the opened window. I loved how he kept his hand gently pressed on my stomach with every thrust. It made things more intense and I felt more than I expected. His muscles flexed with every movement. After a while, his inked skin started to glisten.

He then leaned forward until he was directly on top of me, pushing deeper and deeper but still keeping a slow pace. I opened my legs wider to give him all the access and my moans grew louder. His head was right next to my ear, allowing me to feel and hear every lustful exhale. One hand grabbed the pillow beside me while the other pushed down on my shoulder so I could feel him all in my stomach. He was putting in work, his hips rolled as my nails dragged up & down his sweaty back.

"Oh fuck," I whimpered.

"Goddamn," he whispered.

He lifted himself up and looked down at me as he pounded me faster. His hands slipped beneath me and lifted my hips higher. My mouth couldn't close as he went from fast strokes to slow strokes then fast again. I didn't know what to do with my hands besides grabbing sheets and rubbing my face. He felt unbelievably good that I couldn't simply breathe quickly anymore. Sounds of pleasure echoed through the room and I'm sure through the hallway, as well. The louder I moaned, the more he moaned. His hair, slick with sweat, hung low over his face and he kept flipping it back to keep his eyes on me.

Just like the joint, I didn't realize how much I wanted this until it actually happened. He fit perfectly inside me and knew how to hit all the right spots tenderly.

"Shit," I whispered. "I feel it."

"You feel it babe?"

He put more of his back into it, ensuring I reach the best orgasm. My body never felt a fire like this. He came seconds after me, collapsing on top of me as we tried to pace our breathing.

"Holy shit," he breathed. "Mmm." 

He rubbed up and down my side as he rested his head on my chest. My hands massaged his scalp once again until we fell fast asleep.

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Author's Note:

Been a while since I wrote a nice steamy scene ;)

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