| NIC-FICS (The strange and warped world of Nicki fanfiction!) And now part 3.... |
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| Nicki's Dressing Room Wembley "Once in a lifetime bloody fantastic sex" Nicki said out loud to the empty dressing room, "that's a laugh isn't it?" The dressing room didn't answer but then it didn't need to. Nicki had the memories of the 'twice in a lifetime bloody fantastic sex', thrice in a lifetime bloody fantastic sex' and all the other times they'd done it in the months after the Glasgow auditions. Sure, they'd vowed not to do it again and they knew that they were playing a dangerous game that it was madness to pursue but neither of them could bear not to. Not for emotional reasons, just for the pure and simple fact that neither of them had ever had sex like it. Friends and colleagues for years, now suddenly lovers - it was new, it was exciting and they couldn't get enough of it. 'Like teenagers', as Simon had commented during the Criterion auditions when he and Nicki had been sneaking away from Neil and Pete at every given opportunity. They were insatiable and they knew it. They also knew if Shacky found out he'd kill them. Both of them. All the same though, it had still been easy enough. The odd bit of guilt about Shacky aside (and as long as she kept telling herself it was only sexual there wasn't very much of that) she'd loved every minute of it - it was just simple uncomplicated fun. If only it could have stayed that way. Darius' Hotel Room 30th December 2002 "I'm never drinking again." So were Nicki's first thoughts as she woke up and found herself in a bath (thankfully without water and with clothes) with a hangover from Hell. Awkwardly she pulled herself into a sitting position and was amused to find Neil asleep on the floor looking nearly as worse for wear as she felt. She dragged her aching body out of the bath making a mental note NOT to fall asleep in anything other than a bed in the future and wandered into the main bedroom. Hayley, Will and Rosie were asleep in the bed and Kate Thornton was passed out on the floor with Dec. Nicki padded across the room and shook Dec's shoulder. He woke with a start, "Nicki? What are you doing here?" he asked vaguely. Nicki shrugged, "It's a question I'm still asking myself." Simon, the boss, not the lover was going to kill her. Getting absolutely blasted with people you expected to one day be managing didn't exactly smack of professionalism, "Where are we?" Dec thought momentarily, "Darius' room I think, although I'm not sure where he is. I don't really remember much after the tequila races at 4am." Just the mention of tequila caused Nicki to wince. Not that she remembered the tequila races or anything else after about 1am when she had vague recollections of trying to waltz with Pete. Inwardly groaning she located her handbag from which she pulled her mobile - noting quite guiltily that Shacky (who was in America) had tried to call her several times the previous evening. Why was it he chose to be at his most attentive (albeit in a long distance type way) when she was getting rip-roaring drunk and not giving him a second thought? Men! She speed dialled Darius (all the final 10 were now in her personal phonebook, so involved had she become in their lives) who quickly answered. "Hey Nicki babe." 'Nicki babe? Nicki babe?' Nicki pulled a face. Sooner or later someone was going to have to talk to Darius about his newly developed crush on her, it was getting too embarrassing for words. Not wanting to face the issue with a hangover however she let his comment go. "Are you with the others?" She asked crisply, trying to maintain some vestiges of professionalism in light of the many she'd probably lost the night before. "Uh-huh. I'm with Pete, Aaron, Zoe, Gareth, Laura and Ant in the restaurant." Darius told her, "I'm assuming you're still in my room with the sleeping beauties." "Correct. How's Aaron?" The Geordie train driver had been eliminated from the final 8 during the previous evening's show and from what Nicki could remember he'd taken it very hard, "Do you think he needs another pep talk to keep his chin up?" Darius chuckled, "Nic, there's no point acting the professional now. I saw the state you were in last night. Mind you," he added, "you still have a much better idea of how to behave in public than others I can mention." "What do you mean by that?" Nicki asked curiously. Darius chuckled some more, "You'll see. Get yourself down to the dining room and all will be revealed. Bring the others with you - they won't want to miss this!" 25 minutes later Nicki, and the 'sleeping beauties' made their way through reception to the restaurant where brunch was still being served. None of them really felt like eating but they were intrigued to find out what Darius had been so sure they wouldn't want to miss. They found the other 7 crowded round a table with a pile of the Sunday papers infront of them. Nicki was pleased to note that Aaron appeared to have perked up to the extent that he was amusing the others with impressions of Simon. "You have really blown me away tonight." He said, giving one of Simon's favourite phrases a Geordie twang, "Infact you've blown me many many many times." Nicki lay her hand on his shoulder, "Good to see you in better spirits." Aaron laughed, "How could I not be Nicki when I've got comedy material like this?" He handed her one of the newspapers. She took it, and stared down at it bemused by what she saw, "News of the World nets paedophile ring? Unusual comic inspiration Aaron, even for you!" "No not that." Aaron leant back and leafed through the paper until he found the story he had actually been referring to, "Cop a load of what Mr Cowell's been up to in his absence." |
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