[ONE-SHOT] Hide and Seek
Title: Hide and Seek
Author: Samantha (_ithinkican)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Nick/OFC
Summary: She only wanted to make Nick smile. :]
"Ew. Ugly. Bleh." She was sprawled face down on the bed, with her finger practically glued to the mousepad during that hour as she clicked through pages of her three favorite boys. Actually, the pictures weren't unfortunate at all, but they weren't perfect to her. At least, not with Nick giving his recent trademark smirk in all of them. Speak of the devil, she watched him walk into the room, wiping his hands dry on his jeans.
"Where did everyone go?" He plopped right into the space next to her on the bed, placing his BlackBerry next to hers. He draped his arm over her waist, carefully to not settle all his weight on her spine.
"Out." Click. Click.
"No duh, I can see that," he said, adding extra sarcasm.
"No need to get snooty with me," she said, wacking his arm playfully. "They went out to get some ice cream."
"Why didn't anyone tell me?"
She gave him an 'are-you-serious' look. "Did you not hear Joseph running through the halls, screaming 'ICE CREAM! ICE CREAM!'? I swear that boy has been extra hyperactive lately."
He laughed. "Guess not. What're you doing?" He rested his chin in the crook of her neck, trying to see what she was seeing, which were pictures of him and his brothers at the meet and greet events. She was clicking through pictures so fast, he felt like he was watching a broken slideshow.
"Looking at these horrible pictures of you."
"How are they horrible? They look perfectly fine to me."
She shot him another 'are-you-serious' look. "They're not fine if you're not smiling in any of them. Look, this little girl even wore a shirt saying, 'Please smile Nick,' and you didn't. If that were me, you'd break my heart," she said, making a heart with her hands then breaking it. "No wonder your fans are starting to think you're a douche."
Nick brought his hand to the top of her spine and gently traced an invisible line down to her lower back. His hand crept its way under the hem of her shirt. She shuddered when she felt his warm skin on hers. His hand rested on her waist, "Do you think I'm a douche if I do this?"
He had found her ticklish spot on her waist and squeezed. HARD. She flipped over onto her back, nearly slapping Nick in the face, and tried to get him to stop. He easily captured her wrists, pinning them above her head. He settled himself in between her legs and continued to tickle her.
"OMIGOD! Nick! Stop! I really will think you're a douche if you don't stop!" She was so busy thrashing, she was caught off guard when she felt his lips on hers. When he was sure she wasn't going to hit him, he slowly released her wrists. "Do you still think I'm a douche now?"
She smiled at him coyly, "Why don't you do that again, and we'll see." Her question dripped with fake innocence, but he didn't mind. He leaned over to kiss her again. He skillfully managed to shut the laptop above her head and place it somewhere on the floor, out of harm's way. She pushed herself and flipped him onto his back so that she could be on top. She straddled his hips and was about to kiss him again, until the two BlackBerrys sitting next to each other, caught her eye. A playful, evil grin soon grew on her face, causing him to drip with curiosity.
"What're you thinking?"
"What's it gonna take to make you smile, Mr. Nick Jonas?"
He laughed, "Maybe if you kiss me again, and we'll find out." She leaned over, hovering her lips over his, breathing in his breath, teasing him. He tried to capture her lips again but she pulled away. She grabbed one of the BlackBerrys and pushed herself off of him. She walked towards the door, dialing a number at the same time. "Hold that thought, I have a call to make."
She shut the door behind her before Nick could protest. He fell back onto the bed, arms eagle spread. He wondered what kind of game she was playing at this time. The remaining BlackBerry began to play a familiar tune, but it wasn't Nick's. His eyes widened when he read the screen, 'Nick Jonas calling...' she had switched their phones.
He put the phone to his ear, "Hello?"
"I have your phone," he imagined her saying that with that evil grin plastered across her face.
"No duh. I figured that," he said sarcastically.
"My, aren't we just extra snooty today? Look out your window." He walked towards the window and saw her waving at him from the ground floor. She was sporting her playful, evil grin that was soon becoming her trademark.
"Catch me if you can." She ran towards the tall bushes surrounding the house, and disappeared behind the green the mass. Soon, an evil grin spread across his face. The chase was on. He'd play her game...by his terms.
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She skipped along the stepping stones embossed in the gravel. She loved to play hide and seek in the Jonases back yard. She felt like she was walking through her own secret garden. She remembered the days before the boys were famous, they'd spend their summers in the backyard playing hide and seek. Joe was always the worst at the game; he always thought he had the best hiding spots when they were the most obvious places. The childhood game had created one of her most memorable memories; her first kiss with Nick. Since then, her love for the game grew but it became harder to find someone to play with when the family was on tour for the majority of the year. The brothers, especially Nick, knew how much she adored the garden. Every summer there was something that was always different about it. It was like they spruced it up before chilling for the summer.
She wondered how long it would take to find her. He was always best at this game, probably because he always knew where she'd hide. She twirled around like a little girl, basking under the moonlight, turning around endless corners. The garden was never completely pitch black. The family planted discreet street lights around the tops, giving it an eerie glow.
She could hear rustling footsteps not to far behind her and smiled. She knew Nick wasn't too far behind. She slid into an arch cut into a tall bush. Without warning, the entire garden turned pitch black; someone was messing with the lights. She stepped out from her hiding place to look around. The only source of light was the moon, which gave the garden an even more eerie aura. She heard more rustling movements that sent chills up her spine. She could feel the goosebumps growing on her skin. She whipped her head around to see where the movements were coming from but there were too many possibilites. She called out for him.
"Nick?"
She would admit it. She was scared; it was reliving that one scene in The Shining when Danny was running through the maze away from his obviously-insane-father. She didn't want to stay in one spot and started to run. She held her arms out to feel for anything familiar in order to grasp exactly where she was in the garden. Her ears perked when the rustling movements suddenly stopped, and all that was left was silence. A gasp escaped her lips when a pair of arms circled around her. She wasn't sure if it was Nick or some stranger that wandered into the garden. There wasn't really a gate around that section of the property. With her vision impaired by darkness, she began to struggle. She managed to free herself from the pair of arms and started running. It wasn't long before the mystery person was on her tail. She turned the next corner, slipping on some gravel in the process. Blacking out was the last thing she remembered.
When she came to, she woke up in a space much darker and smaller than the garden. She flailed her arms, reaching for anything to help her figure out where she was. She felt rows of soft material on wooden hangers. 'His closet?' She sighed a sigh of relief, knowing she wasn't someplace foreign like the creepy water shed near the garden. The little shack always reminded her of scenes of Saw franchise, which quite frankly freaked her out. She reached out for the handles and twist them. One problem, they wouldn't twist. He had locked her inside his closet. She panicked. He knew as well as she did that she didn't like being confined in small, dark places. She pounded on the door, calling out for him.
"Nick?" No answer. She called again, "Nick! Come on. This isn't funny."
She heard his bedroom door open, a pair of feet shuffling towards the closet door.
"Quiet," he growled. She could hear his mother entering his room, asking where she had run off to. He simply told his mother that she went to run an errand.
"At nine thirty at night?" She heard Denise ask.
"Yes." She imagined him with saying with his trademark smirk. At times, she really felt like wiping that smug grin off his face.
Once she heard his bedroom door shut and lock, he walked over to his closet door painfully slow. She could his silhouette outline through the blinds of the door. "Nick, let me out."
"No."
Her eyes widened, "What?" He wasn't serious, was he? They both knew if she stayed any longer in a confined space, she'd start hyperventilating. That would be all bad.
He chuckled, "You've been a bad girl. Didn't anyone ever teach you not to steal from other people? This is your punishment."
She wondered if he was thoroughly enjoying being like this towards her. Her breathing had already become erratic and she struggled to keep the tears from welling up. "This isn't funny anymore, Nick." He said nothing in response. She could feel her knees becoming jelly and the tears were flowing freely. As soon as she sniffled, the doors whipped open. She ran straight into his chest, finally relaxing when she felt his arms wrap around her.
"I'm sorry," he said, stroking her hair. She pushed away from him, giving him her best pouty look possible. She wanted to make him feel guilty for the previous experience. "You should be. I thought you were serious."
"I still am."
She tried to peel herself away from him, she was tired of playing this game. All she wanted to do was sleep. When she took a step towards the door, she felt herself being pulled back into his embrace. She began to struggle, but his strength was unrelenting. He wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her into a kiss. It was hungry; demanding. She struggled to keep up, gasping for air every time he broke away briefly. He pushed her backwards, guiding her towards his bed. Once he felt the back of her knees touch the bed, he lifted her by her thighs and tossed her onto the bed.
She felt her back bounce against the mattress before finally settling down. He planted himself between her legs and began pushing her shirt over her head. He peeled away the flimsy material revealing her in a lacy black bra. He easily unclasped it, setting it on the floor beside the bed. She shuddered as she felt the cool air surround her skin.
He started to remove his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head with one hand. The other was tracing invisible doodles on her abdomen. He leaned down to capture her lips in a heated kiss. His tongue begged for entrance, which she granted instantly. She was so caught up in the kiss, she didn't feel him wrap his tie around her wrists tying them together. He starting working removing her jeans and underwear altogether.
She whimpered when she felt him break the kiss. She tried to capture his bottom lip and pull him back to her. He chuckled as he pulled away. He sat at the opposite end of the bed, resting his weight on his hands. That smirk that annoyed her so much stretched across his face. She felt like slapping it off his face, but at the same time, she trembled inside. She knew he had something planned.
"Touch yourself," he said. Her eyes widened, as if to say 'What?' At that point, she resembled an innocent fawn. He struggled to stop himself from pulling her into his arms letting her know her punishment was over. He managed to keep his composure.
"You heard me. This is part of your punishment." He leaned back on his hands, watching intently. He watched her lean back, cushioning herself on his pillows. With her wrists still tied together, she put two fingers in her mouth, wetting them as much as possible. She avoided his gaze while she slowly her fingers down her neck, tracing her collarbone, bringing them briefly around her breasts. She continued to trail down her abdomen, finally bringing her hands to her clit. One hand began rubbing small circles, while the other began fingering herself. She whimpered when she could not reach that one sweet spot. She leaned back, arching her neck. She bit down on her lower lip to prevent any sudden moans from escaping.
In the corner of her eye, she could see him undoing the button of his jeans, zipping them down. He began to peel them off slowly, revealing his erect cock. "C'mere," he said. She knew what he wanted; she crawled in between his legs. She began teasing his cock by blowing on the tip before taking it into her mouth. He winced at the new feeling but kept his composure. He watched her move up and down, he watched as she drank the last bit of him as he spilled into her, he watched her as she met his gaze. Their eyes both equally filled with lust and passion. He threw her back onto the bed and hovered over her. His lips crash land on hers, kissing them unti he knew they would swell later on. He positioned his cock at the front her entrance and thrust in at rapid speed. He heard her moan loudly and quickly covered it with his hand.
"Shhh, you wouldn't my parents to catch you like this."
'What a smart ass,' she thought. Sure she would be caught, but so would he. He would have it worse, especially with his purity ring still sitting comfortably on his left ring finger.
The pace went painfully slow; he managed to untie the knot he left around her wrists and noticed the bruises starting to form. She tangled her fingers in his brown, curly locks and pulled him down to her. She wished his hair would grow out faster. She remembered when she literally didn't talk to him for a week when he cut it. She whispered into his ear, "Faster." He always granted her wishes. He picked up the pace, still thrusting with the same amount of force. He struggled to keep his headboard from hitting the wall, especially with Kevin's room being right next door. He leaned over to nibble on her earlobe and whispered into her ear, "Baby, I'm almost there."
"Me too. Let's do it together."
He gave one last thrust until they both reached their climaxes. He gave her one last kiss before pulling out, lying in the space next to her, trying to catch his breath. She turned onto her side to look at him, "You still haven't answered my question. What's it gonna take to make you smile?"
He turned his head over to look at her and laughed. "Just being with you."
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A/N: I got hit with writer's ADD again, which is why this took me two weeks to write. I tried finishing it before I left for SF but that didn't happen. I started school so new stories coming out won't be very consistent. The last part of my song-fic is next but I'm still working through different plot lines.
Author: Samantha (_ithinkican)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Nick/OFC
Summary: She only wanted to make Nick smile. :]
"Ew. Ugly. Bleh." She was sprawled face down on the bed, with her finger practically glued to the mousepad during that hour as she clicked through pages of her three favorite boys. Actually, the pictures weren't unfortunate at all, but they weren't perfect to her. At least, not with Nick giving his recent trademark smirk in all of them. Speak of the devil, she watched him walk into the room, wiping his hands dry on his jeans.
"Where did everyone go?" He plopped right into the space next to her on the bed, placing his BlackBerry next to hers. He draped his arm over her waist, carefully to not settle all his weight on her spine.
"Out." Click. Click.
"No duh, I can see that," he said, adding extra sarcasm.
"No need to get snooty with me," she said, wacking his arm playfully. "They went out to get some ice cream."
"Why didn't anyone tell me?"
She gave him an 'are-you-serious' look. "Did you not hear Joseph running through the halls, screaming 'ICE CREAM! ICE CREAM!'? I swear that boy has been extra hyperactive lately."
He laughed. "Guess not. What're you doing?" He rested his chin in the crook of her neck, trying to see what she was seeing, which were pictures of him and his brothers at the meet and greet events. She was clicking through pictures so fast, he felt like he was watching a broken slideshow.
"Looking at these horrible pictures of you."
"How are they horrible? They look perfectly fine to me."
She shot him another 'are-you-serious' look. "They're not fine if you're not smiling in any of them. Look, this little girl even wore a shirt saying, 'Please smile Nick,' and you didn't. If that were me, you'd break my heart," she said, making a heart with her hands then breaking it. "No wonder your fans are starting to think you're a douche."
Nick brought his hand to the top of her spine and gently traced an invisible line down to her lower back. His hand crept its way under the hem of her shirt. She shuddered when she felt his warm skin on hers. His hand rested on her waist, "Do you think I'm a douche if I do this?"
He had found her ticklish spot on her waist and squeezed. HARD. She flipped over onto her back, nearly slapping Nick in the face, and tried to get him to stop. He easily captured her wrists, pinning them above her head. He settled himself in between her legs and continued to tickle her.
"OMIGOD! Nick! Stop! I really will think you're a douche if you don't stop!" She was so busy thrashing, she was caught off guard when she felt his lips on hers. When he was sure she wasn't going to hit him, he slowly released her wrists. "Do you still think I'm a douche now?"
She smiled at him coyly, "Why don't you do that again, and we'll see." Her question dripped with fake innocence, but he didn't mind. He leaned over to kiss her again. He skillfully managed to shut the laptop above her head and place it somewhere on the floor, out of harm's way. She pushed herself and flipped him onto his back so that she could be on top. She straddled his hips and was about to kiss him again, until the two BlackBerrys sitting next to each other, caught her eye. A playful, evil grin soon grew on her face, causing him to drip with curiosity.
"What're you thinking?"
"What's it gonna take to make you smile, Mr. Nick Jonas?"
He laughed, "Maybe if you kiss me again, and we'll find out." She leaned over, hovering her lips over his, breathing in his breath, teasing him. He tried to capture her lips again but she pulled away. She grabbed one of the BlackBerrys and pushed herself off of him. She walked towards the door, dialing a number at the same time. "Hold that thought, I have a call to make."
She shut the door behind her before Nick could protest. He fell back onto the bed, arms eagle spread. He wondered what kind of game she was playing at this time. The remaining BlackBerry began to play a familiar tune, but it wasn't Nick's. His eyes widened when he read the screen, 'Nick Jonas calling...' she had switched their phones.
He put the phone to his ear, "Hello?"
"I have your phone," he imagined her saying that with that evil grin plastered across her face.
"No duh. I figured that," he said sarcastically.
"My, aren't we just extra snooty today? Look out your window." He walked towards the window and saw her waving at him from the ground floor. She was sporting her playful, evil grin that was soon becoming her trademark.
"Catch me if you can." She ran towards the tall bushes surrounding the house, and disappeared behind the green the mass. Soon, an evil grin spread across his face. The chase was on. He'd play her game...by his terms.
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She skipped along the stepping stones embossed in the gravel. She loved to play hide and seek in the Jonases back yard. She felt like she was walking through her own secret garden. She remembered the days before the boys were famous, they'd spend their summers in the backyard playing hide and seek. Joe was always the worst at the game; he always thought he had the best hiding spots when they were the most obvious places. The childhood game had created one of her most memorable memories; her first kiss with Nick. Since then, her love for the game grew but it became harder to find someone to play with when the family was on tour for the majority of the year. The brothers, especially Nick, knew how much she adored the garden. Every summer there was something that was always different about it. It was like they spruced it up before chilling for the summer.
She wondered how long it would take to find her. He was always best at this game, probably because he always knew where she'd hide. She twirled around like a little girl, basking under the moonlight, turning around endless corners. The garden was never completely pitch black. The family planted discreet street lights around the tops, giving it an eerie glow.
She could hear rustling footsteps not to far behind her and smiled. She knew Nick wasn't too far behind. She slid into an arch cut into a tall bush. Without warning, the entire garden turned pitch black; someone was messing with the lights. She stepped out from her hiding place to look around. The only source of light was the moon, which gave the garden an even more eerie aura. She heard more rustling movements that sent chills up her spine. She could feel the goosebumps growing on her skin. She whipped her head around to see where the movements were coming from but there were too many possibilites. She called out for him.
"Nick?"
She would admit it. She was scared; it was reliving that one scene in The Shining when Danny was running through the maze away from his obviously-insane-father. She didn't want to stay in one spot and started to run. She held her arms out to feel for anything familiar in order to grasp exactly where she was in the garden. Her ears perked when the rustling movements suddenly stopped, and all that was left was silence. A gasp escaped her lips when a pair of arms circled around her. She wasn't sure if it was Nick or some stranger that wandered into the garden. There wasn't really a gate around that section of the property. With her vision impaired by darkness, she began to struggle. She managed to free herself from the pair of arms and started running. It wasn't long before the mystery person was on her tail. She turned the next corner, slipping on some gravel in the process. Blacking out was the last thing she remembered.
When she came to, she woke up in a space much darker and smaller than the garden. She flailed her arms, reaching for anything to help her figure out where she was. She felt rows of soft material on wooden hangers. 'His closet?' She sighed a sigh of relief, knowing she wasn't someplace foreign like the creepy water shed near the garden. The little shack always reminded her of scenes of Saw franchise, which quite frankly freaked her out. She reached out for the handles and twist them. One problem, they wouldn't twist. He had locked her inside his closet. She panicked. He knew as well as she did that she didn't like being confined in small, dark places. She pounded on the door, calling out for him.
"Nick?" No answer. She called again, "Nick! Come on. This isn't funny."
She heard his bedroom door open, a pair of feet shuffling towards the closet door.
"Quiet," he growled. She could hear his mother entering his room, asking where she had run off to. He simply told his mother that she went to run an errand.
"At nine thirty at night?" She heard Denise ask.
"Yes." She imagined him with saying with his trademark smirk. At times, she really felt like wiping that smug grin off his face.
Once she heard his bedroom door shut and lock, he walked over to his closet door painfully slow. She could his silhouette outline through the blinds of the door. "Nick, let me out."
"No."
Her eyes widened, "What?" He wasn't serious, was he? They both knew if she stayed any longer in a confined space, she'd start hyperventilating. That would be all bad.
He chuckled, "You've been a bad girl. Didn't anyone ever teach you not to steal from other people? This is your punishment."
She wondered if he was thoroughly enjoying being like this towards her. Her breathing had already become erratic and she struggled to keep the tears from welling up. "This isn't funny anymore, Nick." He said nothing in response. She could feel her knees becoming jelly and the tears were flowing freely. As soon as she sniffled, the doors whipped open. She ran straight into his chest, finally relaxing when she felt his arms wrap around her.
"I'm sorry," he said, stroking her hair. She pushed away from him, giving him her best pouty look possible. She wanted to make him feel guilty for the previous experience. "You should be. I thought you were serious."
"I still am."
She tried to peel herself away from him, she was tired of playing this game. All she wanted to do was sleep. When she took a step towards the door, she felt herself being pulled back into his embrace. She began to struggle, but his strength was unrelenting. He wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her into a kiss. It was hungry; demanding. She struggled to keep up, gasping for air every time he broke away briefly. He pushed her backwards, guiding her towards his bed. Once he felt the back of her knees touch the bed, he lifted her by her thighs and tossed her onto the bed.
She felt her back bounce against the mattress before finally settling down. He planted himself between her legs and began pushing her shirt over her head. He peeled away the flimsy material revealing her in a lacy black bra. He easily unclasped it, setting it on the floor beside the bed. She shuddered as she felt the cool air surround her skin.
He started to remove his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head with one hand. The other was tracing invisible doodles on her abdomen. He leaned down to capture her lips in a heated kiss. His tongue begged for entrance, which she granted instantly. She was so caught up in the kiss, she didn't feel him wrap his tie around her wrists tying them together. He starting working removing her jeans and underwear altogether.
She whimpered when she felt him break the kiss. She tried to capture his bottom lip and pull him back to her. He chuckled as he pulled away. He sat at the opposite end of the bed, resting his weight on his hands. That smirk that annoyed her so much stretched across his face. She felt like slapping it off his face, but at the same time, she trembled inside. She knew he had something planned.
"Touch yourself," he said. Her eyes widened, as if to say 'What?' At that point, she resembled an innocent fawn. He struggled to stop himself from pulling her into his arms letting her know her punishment was over. He managed to keep his composure.
"You heard me. This is part of your punishment." He leaned back on his hands, watching intently. He watched her lean back, cushioning herself on his pillows. With her wrists still tied together, she put two fingers in her mouth, wetting them as much as possible. She avoided his gaze while she slowly her fingers down her neck, tracing her collarbone, bringing them briefly around her breasts. She continued to trail down her abdomen, finally bringing her hands to her clit. One hand began rubbing small circles, while the other began fingering herself. She whimpered when she could not reach that one sweet spot. She leaned back, arching her neck. She bit down on her lower lip to prevent any sudden moans from escaping.
In the corner of her eye, she could see him undoing the button of his jeans, zipping them down. He began to peel them off slowly, revealing his erect cock. "C'mere," he said. She knew what he wanted; she crawled in between his legs. She began teasing his cock by blowing on the tip before taking it into her mouth. He winced at the new feeling but kept his composure. He watched her move up and down, he watched as she drank the last bit of him as he spilled into her, he watched her as she met his gaze. Their eyes both equally filled with lust and passion. He threw her back onto the bed and hovered over her. His lips crash land on hers, kissing them unti he knew they would swell later on. He positioned his cock at the front her entrance and thrust in at rapid speed. He heard her moan loudly and quickly covered it with his hand.
"Shhh, you wouldn't my parents to catch you like this."
'What a smart ass,' she thought. Sure she would be caught, but so would he. He would have it worse, especially with his purity ring still sitting comfortably on his left ring finger.
The pace went painfully slow; he managed to untie the knot he left around her wrists and noticed the bruises starting to form. She tangled her fingers in his brown, curly locks and pulled him down to her. She wished his hair would grow out faster. She remembered when she literally didn't talk to him for a week when he cut it. She whispered into his ear, "Faster." He always granted her wishes. He picked up the pace, still thrusting with the same amount of force. He struggled to keep his headboard from hitting the wall, especially with Kevin's room being right next door. He leaned over to nibble on her earlobe and whispered into her ear, "Baby, I'm almost there."
"Me too. Let's do it together."
He gave one last thrust until they both reached their climaxes. He gave her one last kiss before pulling out, lying in the space next to her, trying to catch his breath. She turned onto her side to look at him, "You still haven't answered my question. What's it gonna take to make you smile?"
He turned his head over to look at her and laughed. "Just being with you."
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A/N: I got hit with writer's ADD again, which is why this took me two weeks to write. I tried finishing it before I left for SF but that didn't happen. I started school so new stories coming out won't be very consistent. The last part of my song-fic is next but I'm still working through different plot lines.