wash away my sins , ``NIKKI!

[spencer anderson]

AS YOU WAIT LIKE THE DRUG LIKE THE CHANGE IN THE PAIN
IT GOES ON FOR SO LONG AND OH NOW IT HURTS

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IN THE WORST WAY NOW THAT YOU'RE GONE, IT'S SO WRONG
AND DOWN BELOW YOUR VEINS RUN DRY YOUR VACANT EYE

Why was Spencer so fucking unhappy?! Why was he always so fucking depressed? He used to be okay with himself, not entirely happy, but okay. Now he didn't even have a reason to get up in the morning. Nothing was right with him, no one deserved the shit he gave people... he tried so hard to numb his pain but drugs only help for so long... He was so ashamed of himself, he shot Corelynn which in return he lost his best friend. He had no body and the only thing he really wanted in return from this world is to know someone is there for him, no matter what he does. People mess up and even though this mess up was a huge one... how could Chain just leave him like that? After all they've been though... And it made Spencer believe he deserved it.

Since their fight and Spencer's major break down he's been at one of his old friend's apartment who wasn't home. He looked down at the brown bottle in his hand, spinning it around and tearing of the label. He was so good at hiding his feelings his friend, Brent, didn't even know what was going on. His hand tensed and soon the bottle was so impacted it broke in his hand, "Fuck!" The broken bloody bottle pieces fell to the floor, he sprung off the couch to the bathroom, turning on the sink and running his hand under the warm water. His hand still under the water he reached down grabbing some kind of cloth wrap and wrapping it around his hand after taking all the glass pieces from it. He actually probably needed stitches, but at this point the only pain he felt was feeling so alone.

Walking down the apartment hallway to his room, which was actually the guest room, he pulled out his phone from his pocket then plopped on the bed. He sent a text to Nikki who was actually starting to seem pretty cool, asking if he could come over. It hurt to type so he had to use his left hand. Shoving the phone back into his pocket he grabbed another beer from the fridge, he wasn't getting wasted here or anytime soon if he was going to see Nikki... it was weird... but he felt like he knew her, not exactly knowing how, but he did. The black phone buzzed in his pocket, startling him a bit. He set the beer on the wooden table, getting the phone out from his ball splitting tight pants was hard work. Especially if it was with his left hand. Finally the phone was out and still buzzing. "...New text" He said looking down at the phone to see the phone number. He opened the text message, it confirmed he could come over.

He didn't exactly know how seeing Nikki would make him feel any better, it would probably make him feel worse... she would probably call him a pussy or some shit like that. But he didn't care, something about her was just... just addicting. He shoved the phone back into his back pocket of his black skinny jeans, wincing a bit when he tried to flex his right hand. Oh well, he'll probably forget all about his hand in an hour or so. He put on his all black puma's and was out the door down the hall and into the elevator. When he thought about it, he was actually a little excited to get out. He needed it. Walking out of the elevator to the lobby he gave a few nods to signal hello and such, then he was off to find his black BMW. Ah, that car was his heaven, before he found out Brent was living her that is what he lived in...

The black car sped down the high way and then to her local street. It was a pretty nice house, a lot nicer than the piece of shit he was living in with Chain. He didn't park in the drive way, he didn't really want to, so he just parked on the side of the street. Putting his 'some what happy' face on he walked up to the door and knocked loudly. He was actually a little nervous because one Nikki just made him feel like that and two he didn't know if this was the right house or not. Shifting a little the door finally opened, he nodded as a hello once again but damn, he had the biggest urge to just great her in this huge bear hug... these odd feelings were starting to get a little annoying. It was like his body knew something he did.... huh.

"So hey, what's up?" He plopped him self on the leather couch, swinging his large feet around so they could relax on the coffee table. "You got any beers?" Again, he wasn't going to get wasted. Hopefully. Shifting in his seat from the slight nervousness his head moved with his eyes as he looked around her... living room? "Nice place you've got here..." A smirk grew across his face. Oh yes, Spencer was very good at hiding his feelings.

TAGGING: Nikki
STATUS: done
WHERE: nikki's house!
WORD COUNT: 864 - TOTAL fail ; - ;
WEARING: In picture with ball splitting tight black skinny jeans. (like he usually wears)
CREDIT: Me.
NOTES: awww, haha, i love him. < 3

[nikki sparx]

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THEREWILLBENORULESTONIGHT
iftherewerewe'dbreak'em
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Nikki was sitting in her house and basically being bored. She hadn’t been doing much that day, she wasn’t needed at work and had been given the day off, and things were… Boring. She sighed in annoyance, clicking absently on her computer and scrolling through the pictures she’d taken. She’d been signed to a pretty big company, but at times she missed doing being a freelance photographer. She was currently perched in her rather nice, somewhat overly stuffed chair, but sideways, so that her legs were dangling over one side, crossed, and her back was supported only by the armrest. Her cell phone was nestled between her legs, resting casually there. She rocked her chair back and forth absently as she looked through her pictures, debating on whether she should work at Rev and be a freelance photographer, but having a bit of trouble reaching a decision. Oh, well, it wasn’t like she had anything better to do; sitting around thinking on one stupid question at least gave her brain a reason not to rot.

She scooped up the remote laying on her desk and leaned back so that her head was upside down, and she reached behind her with it, pointing it at the radio and turning it to a CD she’d been listening to recently; 3 Day Reunion’s newest CD. She lifted her head back up and went to press a few more buttons as the first song came on: Situations, a rather raunchy little song that she’d actually grown to rather like. 3 Day Reunion seemed to be the only hardcore band in Revolution Records, which was, in her mind, a downright shame. The world needed more screamo, more rock, more… Cowbell, hell, she didn’t know, and she really didn’t care.

Her phone buzzed, and she lifted it up boredly, though her interest has been poked at; was she finally going to have something to do? Looking at the name, she saw who it was from: Spencer. Well, that was interesting. Spencer Anderson, who still did not seem to realize that she was who she was; she being the one that he’d met when he was younger, the one that was abused, the one that he was going to save and run away with. Too bad her dad found out before she could. She sighed, sliding her phone open to view the text. He wanted to come over? Ah, well, best case scenario, he realized who she was and wanted to come over and spazz about it so they could just go ahead and fuck already. Worst case scenario… She had something to do… All in all, it didn’t add up to be that bad. So, she texted back; sure, why not? I’m bored as fuck.

She sighed, standing up and heading to her room; if her best-case scenario somehow magically became true, she was going to be dressed for it. She pulled off the shirt she was wearing and instead replaced it with a Chopper spaghetti strap shirt that was shredded in the back to show off her tattoos and her body. She grabbed a pair of one of her most interesting jeans, pulling them on and grabbing a pretty snazzy little belt as well. She topped the whole thing off with some really high-heeled boots; she was a pretty tall girl to begin with, but she loved wearing tall boots as well… She just enjoyed her tallness, her slimness. She was pretty much in love with her heels…

She headed into the bathroom and grabbed a hair tie, pulling her hair once through it and draping it over her left shoulder so that some hair still hung down on the right side, and the rest was pulled into a loose ponytail. She leaned forward over her mirror, adjusting her hair for a moment, then set to doing her makeup. By the time she was finished, there was a knock at the door. She dropped what she was holding and walked briskly to it, opening it. However, her best case scenario didn’t seem to come true, because he just waltzed in and plopped down on her couch, propping his feet up on her coffee table.

“Well just get fucking comfortable, why don’t you?” she asked, raising her hand and dropping it to her side. Damn, sex was going to have to wait. Man, she hated how stupid boys were.



Comments;;
Outfit;; in pic/as described
Tunes;; Situations
Word Count;; 610
Status;; Done!
Credit;; Defying Gravityof CAUTON 2.0.

[spencer anderson]

AS YOU WAIT LIKE THE DRUG LIKE THE CHANGE IN THE PAIN
IT GOES ON FOR SO LONG AND OH NOW IT HURTS

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IN THE WORST WAY NOW THAT YOU'RE GONE, IT'S SO WRONG
AND DOWN BELOW YOUR VEINS RUN DRY YOUR VACANT EYE

"Oh, I'm already comfortable, thank you." He said with a wink. He was definitely going to have to get used to this girls "attitude" or whatever it was, but for some reason it reminded him so much of someone he once knew... Mentally he shook that awful memory from his head. This wasn't the time. A smirk grew across his face as she placed the beers on the table. Removing his feet from the table's surface he leaned forward, taking one of the brown bottles in his hand, opening it then taking a huge gulp. The taste of well beer filled his mouth, the cooling sensation felt amazing as it flowed down his throat.

Almost spitting out his beer, he held it with one hand, the other covering his mouth. Woah, wait? Maybe he wasn't as good as he thought about hiding his feelings. But then again, it took Chain awhile to figure if something was up or not... so how would she know? They haven't known each other for long.... "Ch, ch, ch... nothing wrong! Why would something be wrong?" He couldn't help but let out a nervous laugh. He didn't really want to talk about it so covering it up with distractions would probably work... right?

Quickly without even thinking he grabbed the beer bottle again with the cut up hand. "Ugh, shit!" The bottle dropped to the ground, shattering everywhere. "Oh uh! Fuck, sorry, here lemme help" Avoiding the shattered glass he walked to the kitchen, grabbing a towel and the trash can, then back the the scene. On his knees he picked up the glass while dabbing the liquid with the towel. "Man... I'm really sorry..." Well, at least it was wood.

Returning to the kitchen to put the trash can and towel back, then looking over at Nikki, he couldn't help but smile a bit. She reminded him so much of this girl he knew... someone very close to him. He didn't even know how long it's been since he saw that girl. The girl he actually thought he was falling for. Ugh, fuck love. He didn't even remember her name... which in turn made him feel horrible. But the question was, why was she coming back to mind after all these years? She was blocked from his memory, never to return again... but it seemed like... like every time he was with or talking to Nikki she would pop up. Damn... he remembered that night to clearly... honestly, he was really scared something happened to her.

He remember going to see everyday after school let out, seeing that girl's cheery face gave him something to smile about... something to look foreword to, you know? When they made the plan that she was going to run away with him, it felt like things would finally get better. Until that day came, he went to the park where they were supposed to meet, waited there for what felt like thousands of hours. He was too scared to leave because if she did come she would be alone... and God only knows what those creeps think to do.

This time he shook the memory away physically, then looking back at Nikki, "We should get to know each other" He moved back over to the living room, although he didn't sit on the couch this time, instead he sat on the arm of her recliner. "Where are you from?" Random questions popped into his mind, he didn't exactly know where this was going.... but it was definitely going somewhere, obviously. Ugh, now that he thought about it, he was kind of beginning to miss Vegas... although all it brought were more bad memories, but the memories he did enjoy from thinking about it were the ones with his father, before he got depressed and before his mom... How he would take him down to the strip and see all the amazing lights and fire works, man how he missed being a kid. He grew up to fast... and maybe... that's why people thought he was so immature? Because he never had a childhood?

Whatever it was, he didn't care. Spencer actually liked who he was, well, besides the oxycotin abuse... he could change that, which he was. After Chain and him not talking he realized how fucked up he really was... so therefore, he was trying. He was forced out of his thoughts by a something cool running along his figures, at first when he looked at his hand he didn't realize anything until the second glance. "Fuck!" He jumped off the arm rest, holding his hand with the other, "Your floor is just not having the best day, is it?" He began to wrap his bloody hand in his shirt to trying to ease the flow of blood. "Do you have like a wrap or something?" He looked at the floor, trying hard not to bust out laughing, it was true about the floor... and he did feel a little bad, but hey, only a few drops won't cause any damage, right?

When she returned with the cloth, he gently wrapped it around his hand, holding the dirty one in the other. "Take this?" He shoved it into her hands not even waiting for a response. He finished wrapping it in the cloth after cleaning it. Damn, that thing really hurt... he didn't know if it was serious or not. Honestly, he's had worse, this was like a cut at the playground compared to the other shit.

TAGGING: Nikki
STATUS: doneeeee! ;D
WHERE: nikki's house!
WORD COUNT: 917
WEARING: In picture with ball splitting tight black skinny jeans. (like he usually wears)
CREDIT: Me.
NOTES: hahahhahahahaaha < 3

[nikki sparx]

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THEREWILLBENORULESTONIGHT
iftherewerewe'dbreak'em
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“Well, considering you just about puked up your beer, I’d have to say that yes, something is wrong.” Nikki folded her legs up into the chair, laying them sideways and leaning forward in her chair slightly. She leaned forward, staring at him, waiting for him to hurry up and realize who the fuck she was, when he went and dropped the beer bottle.

“Ugh, son of a bitch!” she cursed, and went to stand, but Spencer beat her to it, immediately rushing into the bathroom to grab a towel. Damn straight; the dumbass came into her house, settled right the fuck in like he lived there, wouldn’t realize who she was, and then dropped the beer she so willingly gave him… He was getting the fucking towel. She settled back in her chair, annoyed, as he cleaned up the mess. “Whatever, it doesn’t matter,” she said with a wave of her hand, dismissing his apology. “Just clean it up and I really don’t give a fuck.”

To be totally honest, she was getting a little annoyed with him. How could he not realize who she was? Then, of course, he goes and says, “We should get to know each other.” Ugh, how could he not realize who she was?

“Too bad we already do,” she said nonchalantly, tilting her head to the side and letting her hair slip off her shoulder… Until he started bleeding. “Oh, fuck, Spencer, what’d you do to yourself this time?” She walked into the kitchen, grabbed a rag, and walked quickly back, high heels tapping as she shoved it into his hands. He shoved his bloody one at her, and she sighed, leaning down and wiping up the small mess quickly before walking away and throwing it in the trash can. She headed back into the living room, stopped, and went into her bathroom, returning with a first aid kit of sorts. “Here, take the rag off of it.” She pulled it off and went to work, grabbing his wrist and lightly pulling his hand towards him. She dug around with her free hand inside the small box, and suddenly her grip on his wrist, flipping it over so that she would have easier access to his cuts and pulled out an antiseptic wipe. She immediately rubbed the alcohol-infused thing across the cuts, tightly grasping his wrist to keep him from pulling away. If he complained, she’d just roll her eyes and mutter, “Okay, don’t be a pussy about it. It’s only for like, five seconds.”

After that, she pulled out some gauze pads, stuck them onto the cuts, and followed with an ace bandage which she wrapped slowly and semi-tightly around it. Finally, she stopped, and released his hand, but continued leaning forward, staring at him, and when she got no response… She stood up, grabbed him by the front of his shirt, and practically threw him onto the couch, climbing on top of him in a very sexual manner. She leaned down to his ear, and purred, “You should remember me…”, her hands running down his sides. One stopped at the rim of his pants and traveled inside his shirt and up his chest, but the other trailed downwards, circling around his crotch before gently cupping around it and squeezing. “Come on… Make a lucky guess and I’m all yours…” She said lowly, moving her hand up to rest on his shoulder, her other still rubbing at his chest, nails lightly scratching at the skin. She brought her face to his ear, whispering, “You know you want to…” before grasping his earlobe in between her teeth and pulling away until it slipped out.



Comments;;
Outfit;; in pic/as described
Tunes;; Situations
Word Count;; 610
Status;; Done!
Credit;; Defying Gravityof CAUTON 2.0.

[spencer anderson]

AS YOU WAIT LIKE THE DRUG LIKE THE CHANGE IN THE PAIN
IT GOES ON FOR SO LONG AND OH NOW IT HURTS

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IN THE WORST WAY NOW THAT YOU'RE GONE, IT'S SO WRONG
AND DOWN BELOW YOUR VEINS RUN DRY YOUR VACANT EYE

He was almost too dazed to even realize what she said about already knowing him. Almost. His head popped up, almost too quickly, his wide eyes meeting her's, "What?" Okay, either this women was crazy... or she knew something he didn't. I mean, how could they know each other? He would have remembered meeting someone this... beautiful, wouldn't he? Her personality seemed oddly familiar... along with her eyes, but really... what else? It was getting a little annoying, the thought of his young 'love' (God, he hated that word) kept popping in his mind and every time he would shake it away, but it would always return when Nikki spoke.

Spencer really couldn't find anything to say... things where getting just too... weird? There wasn't a word to explain how he felt right now, he just had this huge urge to embarrass Nikki in this huge ass bear hug. He was thinking of saying something along the lines of "Yeah... I don't think we do...?" Before he was violently thrown onto the couch, he didn't even know what the hell just happened. His arms flew when he hit the leather thing, trying to grasp exactly what the fuck just happened. Blinking hard from the sudden shock of being thrown he could feel Nikki climbing on top of him? What the fuck was going on?! “You should remember me…” The words ran through his mind, her whisper into his ear made him shift under her.

Cold hands met his skin, causing a shiver to run through his spine. He was so confused, at first he was standing there, looking at her while he watched her wrap his bloody hand in gauze and now she was on top of him....? Too weird, just too fucking weird. It made him feel so strange... something he couldn't explain, like a knot was forming in his stomach almost making him want to puke from... excitement? She was doing something to him, messing with him, but he didn't know how.

A nervous laugh escaped his lips once again her hand circled and cupped his crotch, making him nervously shift. Nothing could come out of his mouth, he was just too confused, his mind searching for answers. What was she talking about? He really couldn't grasp whatever she was throwing at him. He could his stomach knot tighten when she moved back to his ear, whispering once again and lightly biting on his earlobe. She was making him feel something he's never felt in a long time... like when ever he was with that girl...

Something inside him was just screaming that that girl was so close, like she was standing right next to him. Spencer's heart began to race as his mind filled with more memories of her. Could... could it be? Was the girl he loved so long ago... Nikki?! At first he couldn't look at her, his mind was still trying to fill in the blanks. He thought she was dead, someone that would forever only be in his dreams in memories, but here she was. Right in front of him, touchable and real. Slowly his head turned back to look into her brown eyes which in turn made his heart race even more. God, he sounded like a pussy. Of course! Of course it was her, how could he not have remembered?

Quickly his hands moved from his sides to her waist, grasping her side and pulling her into a huge hug. He felt relaxed, like he got over a huge depression. "I... I can't believe you're here, in front of me!" The words spat out of his mouth so fast he could barely even understand himself. Spencer just held her in his arms, afraid that if he let go she would disappear. Man, he really didn't feel like himself... but it almost felt good, a break from life, you know? "When? How? I mean, how did you get here?!" Finally he released her from his tight grip, wanting to look her into the eyes. Ugh, he was just so fucking happy... hopefully, just hopefully this wasn't another one of his too realistic dreams.

He stood up, guiding her to stand too. He just couldn't stop looking at her, Damn she was so fucking amazing. All those memories of her sweeping once again into his mind, this time they weren't being pushed away, they were welcomed. "Fuck, dude, I missed you..." He smile played across his face. He was so fucking happy at this moment, probably the happiest moment he's been in years. Seeing Nikki finally made him happy and made his worries just dissolve. He moved toward her, hi hand lingering on the back of her neck, getting lost in her dark hair while he pulled her into a kiss. Fuck, fuck, fuck. It was just an amazing feeling, not drug could compare to this. Realizing what he did he broke away quickly, he didn't know if she still liked him or not... it was a little awkward, but the taste of her lips still lingered there, making him want more. "Ugh, man, sorry. I'm just... wow... when did you get here?!"

TAGGING: Nikki
STATUS: doneeeee! ;D
WHERE: nikki's house!
WORD COUNT: 858
WEARING: In picture with ball splitting tight black skinny jeans. (like he usually wears)
CREDIT: Me.
NOTES: < 333 hehehehe

[nikki sparx]

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THEREWILLBENORULESTONIGHT
iftherewerewe'dbreak'em
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It took him a minute, but finally it seemed to dawn on Spencer who she was, and where he was. She rolled her eyes at his shocked expression, and then... He pulled her into a hug. She wasn't much of a hugging person... She didn't really go for the whole "tender affection" thing. If she was in town with a boyfriend, she was going to be the girl who looked like she was hating the time she was spending with her boyfriend, who looked away when they were holding hands, who only let her leg brush his when they were sitting next to each other... Until, naturally, it progressed into something more.

However, she figured she could at least be nice and let him hug her - boys would be boys, she supposed - even though she'd been going for something a little more... Sexual? Ah, whatever. "I've been in front of you, Spencer... God, why are boys so stupid?" She rolled her eyes exaggeratedly, but couldn't help but smirk; this was actually rather amusing. He pulled her to her feet, and just sat there and looked everywhere at her. She held her arms out to either side, as if to assist in his getting a nice, full look, yet also as if to say, "done yet?"

However, the wait was worth it, because he took a step forward, ran his hand along her neck to the back of it, leaned forward... And kissed her. She kissed back, a little gently at first, growing annoyed when he pulled away. "Ugh, don't fucking apologize!" she exlaimed in exhasperation. She took another step forward, grabbed him by the front of his shirt, and pulled him into yet another kiss, this one with considerably more force than the last. She ran her hands up into his hair, tousling it, then back down, slipping under his shirt as she retreated quickly to her bedroom.

She fell back onto the bed, dragging him on top of her, and she slid his shirt up, breaking away so he could pull it away, then returned her fingers to his shoulder, almost gently massaging it in a way before dragging her nails down his back - it was enough to sting, sure, but it wasn't anything compared to how she was going to do it later on.



Comments;; ...I need a new template. D<
Outfit;; in pic/as described
Tunes;; Situations
Word Count;; 386
Status;; Done!
Credit;; Defying Gravityof CAUTON 2.0.

[spencer anderson]

AS YOU WAIT LIKE THE DRUG LIKE THE CHANGE IN THE PAIN
IT GOES ON FOR SO LONG AND OH NOW IT HURTS

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IN THE WORST WAY NOW THAT YOU'RE GONE, IT'S SO WRONG
AND DOWN BELOW YOUR VEINS RUN DRY YOUR VACANT EYE

When he finally realized who the fuck she was, it hit him like a ton of bricks. I mean, it's been like, what? Five years? It was like fate. It was also shocking that Spencer still liked her, after all this time, after thinking she was dead or something. Plus, he wasn't the kind of guy to like a chick for so long. Actually, the longest he's ever "dated" a girl was 3 moths. He just didn't like the idea of being 'tied down' or whatever... Or the girl got sick of his childish behavior. He couldn't believe that she was actually here in front of him or how much he realized he missed her. That feeling was just popping out now, it was only because Spencer learned to hide all of his past memories, he didn't need them, all he wanted to do was to start anew.

"Ugh, don't fucking apologize!" A huge grin played across his face, then broke into laughter. "Ha ha, man, you really haven't changed have you?" It was the same old Nikki, the one he missed so very much. A little embarrassed for whatever reason, his hand on the back of his neck, his eyes were still wandering her body, taking in every tattoo. Fuck, she was so... amazingly sexy. She pulled him by the shirt into another kiss, this one more powerful. His lips moved with hers. He felt her hands begin to mess with his hair, which was one of Spencer's 'weak spots', it was weird, but true.

Before Spencer could even do anything, he was being guided to what seemed to be her bedroom. Pulling Spencer on top of her, he felt her cool hands slither under his shirt, pulling it off. Just out of reaction he helped her, a smirk planted across his face. Her fingers digging into his back, it stung a little, but it was more of a pleasurable sting. Woah, woah, woah... all this was happening a little too fast, there will still questions unanswered. Things he wanted to know, this was Nikki, the person that once meant so much to him; really the only person. They couldn't have sex. Not tonight.

It felt weird to Spencer... you would think that's the first thing he would want and actually he's surprised himself. But he just had to know what happened that night so many years ago. The night they were supposed to runaway together... and why she never returned back to school. Gently he took Nikki's hands into his then shifting himself off her. Fuck. Why the hell was he doing this? Picking up the black t-shirt and putting it on he looked back at Nikki, who obviously was quite pissed. "I uh... I don't want to rush things...?" He sat on the corner of the bed, ready to take whatever she threw at him. Honestly, he was used to it.

"I just want to know what happened to you that night..." He looked down at his hands then to the window, not really wanting to look at her. Emotion sweeping over him. What the hell...? Why was he getting so emotional? Sure he wasn't going to cry or shit like that, but... he felt guilty. Like, whatever happened to Nikki was his fault, even though it wasn't even close. "Did that fucking bastard hurt you?" He stood up, his face getting a little red from frustration. If only that fucking dick was here, man, he would have wished he was never born.

TAGGING: Nikki
STATUS: doneeeee!
WHERE: nikki's house!
WORD COUNT: 586 - EPIC FAIL D:
WEARING: In picture with ball splitting tight black skinny jeans. (like he usually wears)
CREDIT: Me.
NOTES: lmfaooooooo, shortshortshort.

[nikki sparx]

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THEREWILLBENORULESTONIGHT
iftherewerewe'dbreak'em
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To her complete, utter, one hundred percent surprise... He pulled away. He fucking pulled away. What was wrong with him? Here she was, about to fucking give herself to him, and he "didn't want to rush it". Ohhh, Spencer. "What...The fuck, Spencer?" she demanded, fuming. However, at his next words, she "softened".

Ah, well, it didn't matter. She could work her charm -- when she wanted to be, she could be absolutely... Well.

She scooted up behind him, all traces of her previous anger gone as she straddled him from behind, wrapping her arms around his stomach, hooking her legs around him gently. She layed her head on his back, then, sensing he wanted to stand, unhooked her legs, releasing on her hold on him slowly, dragging her nails along his chest. He stood, and she followed suit, coming up behind him and placing her hands lightly on his shoulders, running them down his back so that they came around to once more wrap around him. She rested her chin on his shoulder, breathing on his ear and whispering in an almost seductive tone to him.

"Yes, he did... But I killed the bastard, did the job for you, so don't worry... So, I came to London to look for you, only to find out you'd become this big, impressive, sexy..." at the last word, she slipped her hand into his pants, under his boxers, reaching in and grasping his balls, before pulling out slowly, her nails trailing lightly along the shaft.

"Rockstar..." she whispered, breathing on his ear, just waiting for him to turn around and change his mind. There was no way he couldn't do anything. However, for extra emphasis, she continued. "Come on, Spencer... It's been six fucking years... You can't tell me you don' t want to... How about I help you along?" She smirked, and, still standing behind him, pulled off her shirt, then wrapped her arms around him again, letting him feel her bare breasts against him. "Come on... Just turn around, and I'm all yours..."



Comments;; ...I need a new template. D<
Outfit;; in pic/as described
Tunes;; Situations
Word Count;; 338
Status;; Done!
Credit;; Defying Gravityof CAUTON 2.0.

[spencer anderson]

AS YOU WAIT LIKE THE DRUG LIKE THE CHANGE IN THE PAIN
IT GOES ON FOR SO LONG AND OH NOW IT HURTS

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IN THE WORST WAY NOW THAT YOU'RE GONE, IT'S SO WRONG
AND DOWN BELOW YOUR VEINS RUN DRY YOUR VACANT EYE

Fuck, fuck, fuck. He just didn't know what the hell to do, he was torn between the fact that they would be some what rushing things... and the fact that he wanted her so badly. He's waited six long, hard, restless years. He could reward himself, right? He wasn't exactly paying attention to her now, but thoughts of her in the past; how she looked so much different, but at the same time, she looked the same. Way hotter... but, she had this classic vibe she carried with her, it made Spencer's bones melt.

Something she said grabbed his attention. Did she seriously just say she killed the fucker? The words repeated them self over and over again in his head. Spencer really didn't know how to take it, but it gave him this sense of accomplishment - well, if she really did kill him. Still turned from her, he spoke, "Woah, you actually... killed him? How?" It was actually amusing, thank God that fucking bastard was gone. Spencer felt... proud of Nikki, it was an odd feeling; being proud of someone for killing their father. But Nikki's dad wasn't a father, not even close. Everyday when they met Spencer would find fresh bruises on her skin, it made him furious. He couldn't believe someone could do that to a girl. Despite what his mom did to him, he felt like that was worse, well, not really worse, but beating your daughter? That's reaching a new low.

A huge grin grew across his face, an actual compliment. It felt good, almost sending shivers down his spine from how she purred into his ear. Woah now, he felt her hand going deeper into his pants, into his boxers then grabbing his, uh, balls. He jumped a little from the sudden shock, not exactly used to people digging in his pants like that. Letting out a nervous laugh as she pressed against him, slowly he turned around, his eyes widened, she was so unpredictable. "Woah." His eyes explored her chest, taking in everything she had. Woah was an understatement, they were like... like... amazing. His eyes shifted from her boobs to her brown eyes then back again.

He just... he couldn't take it. Something inside him was screaming this wouldn't be rushing anything, that he's waited long enough, what could go wrong? One hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer to him, kissing her deeply. Every kiss was knew to him, exciting, brilliant, he didn't know what to call it; just amazing. He broke away only to tend to her neck, kissing it lightly at first then growing more passionate. Both hands still on her waist, he guided her to the bed, pulling himself on top of her while removing her platforms, falling to the floor with a 'clunk'.

"Fuck, dude, I knew you had a body, but damn" Spencer tried to say between a kiss, not wanting to fully break away, it felt like if he did she would disappear. Flipping over so he was beside her instead of on top, he removed his shoes, throwing them to the side. He began to loosen his belt buckle that said 'G-Unit', a slight chuckle escaped as he did so, but he stopped, thinking it would be more fun if she did it. So instead he just removed his black graphic t-shirt, throwing that too to the side. Spencer returned, half his body on her as he propped himself up with one arm. His finger tips trailing at first between her boobs and down her stomach to her pant line, gently tugging on it as he kissed her once again, his tongue twisting around hers.

Spencer quickly shifted himself so he was now fully on top of her, so she was between his legs. He tugged on the side of her pants, then realizing she had a belt on, he messed with the buckle until it came loose, moving his head up a bit so he could continue kissing her, now trying to loosen the button, finally it came loose. Teasingly he pulled down the zipper, taking more time than needed. A smirk grew between their kiss as he did so. He managed to take the leather pants off in no time flat, flinging them on the wood floor.

Once again his eyes where exploring her body, her curves, everything. Storing it in his memory. His hands moved up from her thighs to right below her boobs, leaning his head down and kissing the skin between them. He couldn't help but look at all her tattoos, the ones on her legs, stomach, arms, everywhere. She was fucking beautiful. ...But he couldn't help but start to think of Andy... the British chick he was starting to get a little thing for, he didn't know what to call it, they were just hidden feelings. Feelings that came out when they had sex. He felt weird. Like he was betraying her, but wow, they weren't even together... plus he was totally crazy for Nikki, so why was Andy even popping up? He pushed the thought of her away. Tonight it was only Nikki and Spencer. Like it should be.

TAGGING: Nikki
STATUS: doneeeee!
WHERE: nikki's house!
WORD COUNT: 863
WEARING: In picture with ball splitting tight black skinny jeans. (like he usually wears)
CREDIT: Me.
NOTES: haha! dude, i love them < 3