Dear Diary...
November 17, 2000, 1am. I'm on the flight right now, from Stockholm to Sydney. I met the guys after their EMA performance. They are all wonderful. Howie is just as sweet as I thought. AJ continues to make us laugh, doing his Johnny No Name voice, and keeps making lewd comments about me being the only female traveling with the guys, except for the flight attendants. It doesn't bother me though. It's just harmless flirting. And I guess being the only female has it's perks. I get the only "bedroom" on the plane, for privacy concerns, the guys all said. Kevin always makes sure I'm alright, if I'm comfortable, hungry, thirsty, a perfect host, so to speak. Brian was doing his ever infamous Jim Carrey impressions earlier, before finding a quiet corner to call his wife, I assume. Nick....where to start with him. He seems to be quite the paradox. One minute, shooting me glances and smiling. The next minute, ignoring me. I dunno what's up with him. I would give anything to have a private moment with him. He seems to be a very carefree, fun-loving guy, but he seems to be avoiding me. Did I do something wrong?
Out in the main cabin....
Everyone was crashed out on the couches, trying to get as much sleep as possible before getting to Sydney. Nick woke up, heading for the bathroom, which happened to be right by the bedroom. He leaned his ear against the door, able to hear the soft clicking of the keyboard. His curiosity was raised, but shrugged his shoulders, entering the bathroom. But his mind kept wondering what she was writing.
Back in the bedroom.....
It would be so easy to forget about Nick's behavior, but he's so damn sexy. Why do I have to be attracted to him? Why does he have to be so god damned good looking? I thought I saw him smiling at me earlier. His eyes were a sparkling deep blue color. I nearly lost my breath. His lips curved up in that Carter smirk that drives all those girls, including me, wild. Why do I have to want him? This is gonna be a long 100 hours.
She leaned her head back and sighed. Her thoughts were jumbled, as well as her emotions. She wanted Nick, badly, but didn't want to be played, didn't want to be another conquest. Her only conclusion was to distance herself from Nick.
Just then, she heard a soft knock on her door. "Wendi? You awake?"
"Yeah, come in," she said. Well, so much for staying away from him, she thought, as she saw Nick enter the room.
"What's wrong? Trouble sleeping?" he asked, walking over to the chair by the bed and sitting down.
"Nah, not really. I'm just a night person. Besides I'm not sleepy," she replied.
Nick then noticed the open laptop. "You writing something?" he asked interestedly.
"No, nothing interesting," she said frantically and tried to close it, but he was too quick for her.
He grabbed the laptop, and began reading. She had mentioned before that she was a writer who focused on drama and mystery and he was curious about her work. He expected to read something about courtroom battles but instead found Wendi's deepest thoughts.
"You are such a fuck Carter!" Wendi screamed, grabbing the laptop from him and snapping it closed. "Who gives you the fucking right to invade my privacy like that?"
Nick was stunned to say the very least. Her words stunned him, moreso than her anger. He too had been having the same inner conflict running through his head. He found her extremely attractive, not just physically. She had a wonderful attitude and everything about her radiated friendliness and warmth. But he had told himself earlier to not get involved. It was too much work with everything going on and with the sting of his previous relationship still fresh in his mind, he decided it just wasn't a good idea. Her harsh words brought him back to reality.
"See, you don't even have anything to say for yourself. I may be on the Backstreet jet but I am not Backstreet property. You have no fucking right to come in here and do as you damn well please. Everyone proved themselves to be great guys, just like I hoped. Except for you. You proved to me that you're nothing more than an egotistical, self-centered pop star. You make me sick."
"Wendi, shut up." What are you doing Carter, he thought. You're just gonna piss her off more.
"Excuse me?" she said, thoroughly enraged.
He decided to throw caution to the wind. "Wendi, just shut the fuck up." Before she could protest any further, he swiftly reached behind her neck and brought her head to his for a searing, passionate kiss.
She fought at first, then slumped in defeat as his tongue forced it's way into her mouth, softly caressing hers. She quickly regained her senses and pushed him away from her. "What the fuck was that?" she said breathlessly.
Nick saw through the bitchiness. That kiss had affected her, in a big way. "I kissed you. You seemed to like it."
"Fuck you Carter."
He began crawling on the bed, approaching her. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"No."
He continued to crawl to her, lust evident in his eyes. "I don't believe you."
"I don't care," she said. He was getting to her, quickly. His husky voice and eyes full of desire had her body betraying her. She was so trying to be pissed at him, but he was wearing her down.
She gasped when she saw the change of emotions flash across his face. His face now had a softness to it. "Oh, but I do," he said softly, leaning down and placing the softest, sweetest, most tender kiss that Wendi had ever experienced in her lifetime.
The sudden change confused her. Why was he being this way? It would be so much easier if he was rough with her. She was helpless and gave into her feelings. Her hands grazed up along his back, resting on the back of his neck, playing with the soft blond hair that layed there. The kiss was intensifying minute by minute. His hands brushed against her nipples, causing them to harden immediately and Wendi let out a soft moan. "Does my babygirl like that?" he said softly, kissing a trail down her neck.
"Uh-huh," she mumbled, becoming lost in his caresses. His hands slid down and quickly peeled her green silk tank top from her body, exposing herself to him. He immediately lavished kisses along her chest. "Oh Nick," she said breathlessly. "Don't stop there. Keep going." She needed his touch on her, badly. She gently guided his head down her stomach, until his lips met up with the green silk wasteband of the boxers. "Take them off Nicky, please," she whimpered.
Nick did as he was told, slowly sliding the boxers down her slim legs. "Wendi, you are so beautiful," he said, kissing his way back up her legs, until he came to her center. He could feel the warmth radiating from her body. He just stayed there, not moving, his hot breath on her thighs made her squirm.
"Please Nicky," she softly moaned, slightly opening herself up to him. He slowly drug his tongue up her slit, receiving a contented sigh from Wendi. He fell into a slow rhythm against her clit, ignoring her plea's to speed up. He inserted a finger, then another one. He could feel her release coming. He withdrew them, much to her dismay. He quickly replaced his fingers with his tongue, plunging it into her, making her moan his name loudly. His thumb applying pressure on her clit, he began flicking his tongue faster and faster until her walls clamped down on it, announcing the arrival of her orgasm. He lapped up her juices, bringing her down from ecstacy.
He kissed up her body, ending with a hot, passionate kiss. She quickly flipped him over. "You've got too many clothes on." Before he could blink an eye, he was naked as she was, and she was eyeing his throbbing erection lustfully. Her eyes quickly darted back to his, to find a pleading expression. He was painfully hard, and needed some relief. She smiled and quickly flicked her tongue over the tip, receiving a gasp from Nick. After a bit more teasing, she took all of him in.
"Oh Jesus Wendi, that feels so good," he said, through his ragged breathing. She continued licking and sucking all over his dick, paying special attention to the tip. He seemed to enjoy that the most. She could feel all his muscles tensing, a sure sign that he was close. She increased the suction on him and he soon exploded in her mouth. She drank him up, then kissed up his body and rested on his chest. "I'm not done with you yet girl," he teased.
"Oh you think? Well, maybe I'm done," she teased back.
"I know you're not either," he said, flipping them over. She could feel him growing against her thigh. That alone caused her breathing to speed up a bit. "You want me Wendi?"
"Oh fuck yeah," she said breathlessly.
Without warning, he easily slid into her, both gasping at the entry. He rocked his hips steadily while her fingernails dug into his back. He wanted to take his time, wanted to make this last. It felt so good. Wendi wrapped her legs around his waste, allowing him to dive deeper into her.
"Oh god Nick," she moaned, head thrown back. She had never felt like this before. Sex for her had never been like this, so intense, so passionate.
Nick leaned down, tracing the rim of her ear with his tongue. "Wendi, god girl you feel so good," he said softly in her ear, his pace still slow and teasing.
"Please Nick, faster. God, please," she begged. Hearing her begging under him turned Nick on to no end. He sped up, thrusting into her rapidly. "Oh yeah, Nick, I'm so close."
"Oh fuck....I'm there....shit." He groaned loudly as his orgasm hit simultaneously with hers. On a fear of waking the entire plane, he quickly captured her lips in a fevered kiss, muffling all moans.
Soon breathing was back to a semi-normal state. Nick gathered Wendi in his arms, her head resting on his chest. Just before she drifted off to slumber, she felt him softly kiss the top of her head and mumble 'I love you' before drifting off into sleep himself.
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