October 30, 2000 Tokyo, Japan

“Is Parker going to stay in the other room all night?” Nick asked as he walked into the room, loudly making his way across the carpet and through his suitcase. He moved from the suitcase to the bathroom and she heard him brushing his teeth, but continued to ignore the noise.

“You’re not mad, are you?” Nick’s voice came through the dim light of the room and she didn’t open her eyes to acknowledge him.

“I know you’re not sleeping,” he said and she felt the mattress sink behind her and then felt the heat radiating off his body, “because you snore.”

“I do not,” she defended, “and go away.”

“You do,” he countered, “You can’t seriously be mad. There’s nothing to be mad about.”

With a frustrated groan she rolled over on the bed, almost nose to nose with him, “Nothing to be mad about? Are you kidding me? I can’t believe you actually went down for dinner.”

His eyes went wide, “I was hungry!”

“So were we,” she informed him, “I really expected that rather than tell us to order room service and go off without us you would have stayed and had room service with us.”

His expression changed to his trademark smirk, and she felt his hands slide around her midsection, “Come on,” he wooed, “You don’t want to fight about something as silly as this.”

“It’s not silly to me,” she said, trying not to react to his attention.

His hands continued to move back and forth across her hip and up her back before finally sliding underneath the tank top she was wearing, “It’s only the first day. Let me get used to you guys being around before you get all over me.”

“Don’t you want me all over you?” she asked sarcastically, letting him pull her closer.

“Yeah,” he nodded and she recognized a familiar lust in his eyes.

Tina had to hold back her laughter as she watched his eyes darken, “It’s only the first day Nick... let me get used to you pawing me before you get all over me.”

She saw the flash of anger go through his eyes and had been expecting it. There was nothing this boy liked less than feeling embarrassed. He was so protective over his pride and she often worried that Parker would grow up to be the same way, always protecting himself and flying off the handle when threatened. She should have just known that there was only one outcome to this situation. Nick wasn’t used to not getting what he wanted, and he put up a fight if things didn’t go just how he had expected them to.

“Come on,” he said shortly, “It’s your birthday present.”

She couldn’t help but laugh at that, “My birthday present?” she repeated just to be sure she’d heard right, “Right... because there’s nothing I wanted more for my birthday than you sweating all over me, getting off, rolling over and going to sleep - Happy Birthday!”

“You know you want it,” he said and she knew he was now teasing as his face broke into a grin. She tried to resist his smile but finally a grin hit her face and he knew he’d won.

“Ugh,” she groaned as Nick pulled her body under his and started to pull off her tank top, “Why do you have to be so damn cute? Don’t you know I’m trying to hate you?”

“You do a pretty good job of it most times,” he commented and she lifted her head to get the top over her hair.

He yanked off his own t-shirt and pressed their bare chests together, his lips seeking out the most sensitive spot on her neck,

“You know it’s not like that,” she said, her fingertips gliding over the soft skin of his back.

Nick pulled back to look her in the eyes, his lips brushing hers softly, “Sometimes I do,” he admitted quietly, “And the other times I think you really do hate me.”

“I don’t hate you,” she told him honestly, “I love you.”

“But do you like me?” he questioned, brushing her hair back behind her ear.

She slid her hands into the back of his pants, not surprised when she just felt skin instead of boxers since Nick was notorious for going commando, “Most times I do... other times you make it really difficult to like you. Sometimes you’re not very nice to me.”

“You can be really difficult,” he said, his hands going to the elastic waistband on the shorts she was wearing, both acting as if they weren’t having a deep, serious conversation as they undressed each other, “I’d love to be able to sit around at home all the time hanging out with you and Parker but it’s not going to happen, this is what I do.”

Tina lifted her hips and shimmied out of her shorts, letting him toss them to the side, “You treat me differently when we’re alone than you do with your friends.”

“So do you,” he fired back; “You’re always on my back about something. I would really rather have private discussions that involve the two of us when we’re alone. You’re always bringing stuff up when we’re in front of my friends and I get defensive.”

His hands went to the button on his pants and together they pushed them over his butt and down his legs.

“Sometimes it’s the only way to make you listen to me,” she admitted, her hands lightly drifting over the soft hair on his upper thighs, feeling his erection pressed against her pelvis.

Nick leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, catching them in a passionate kiss. His tongue softly stroked hers while he used his hand to simulate the same motion between her legs.

“You should know by now,” he whispered as he broke off the kiss, pressing himself against her entrance, “That I don’t listen.” That was the end of the conversation because they lost all words as he pushed inside, pulling her legs up and around his waist. From then on the only thing we exchanged was grunts, pants, and moans.

Tina felt a bead of sweat rolling between her breasts and although she wasn’t sure whose it was at first she quickly realized that it had fallen from Nick’s hair, just as she had predicted would happen. She tried to keep herself in the zone but knew what was coming. From experience, she knew that he would finish, make sure she finished, then roll over and fall asleep. She thought they had the most boring sex life considering they were two young people in their prime. Suddenly she realized that Nick had stopped thrusting and she assumed he was done.

“Are you even paying attention?” he asked and she raised an eyebrow, “You’re not, are you?”

“Of course I am,” she lied, slapping him on the butt quickly, “Now c’mon.”

He started again, his speed much slower than before as he continued to eye her carefully.

“Nick,” she whined, moving her hips against his.

“Move to Florida,” he tried again, trying to take advantage of his power over the situation.

“Now isn’t the time!” she contested, still writhing underneath him, “We’ve had this discussion.”

“We’ll get a place with a guest house and move your parents down too.”

Her back arched, still fighting to make him move, “You know my answer.”

“Say yes,” he prompted, suddenly thrusting so hard against her that she cried out in both pleasure and pain.

“No!”

“Say it,” he repeated, thrusting again.

Her thighs started to shake, letting both of them know that she was at the edge of a cliff, “No!”

“Say yes,” he said once again and with another strong thrust orgasm surged across her body.

“Yes!” she cried out, holding onto his biceps tightly as she came down from her high, completely oblivious to the fact that he had finished also.

Nick kissed her soundly, pressing their foreheads together as he pulled away, “Guess what?” he asked.

“What?” she followed up, having a feeling that she knew what he was going to say.

“I win.”

“You cheat.”

He smirked and kissed her quickly, “Yeah but you knew that. Happy Birthday.”

She couldn’t help but smile slightly, “Thanks.”