Too Much Chapter 2

Emily sipped her white wine as she finally began to relax in the secluded booth Nick had reserved for them. ‘Took you long enough silly,’ she scollded herself. She put her glass down and smiled across the table at Nick. “Dinner was delicious.”

He didn’t smile back, though an aura of contentment was almost visible. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. Are you tired? I was wondering if you would like to go dancing.”

“I’m a little tired, but I’d love to go dancing... with you.” She added slyly.

“Great!” Nick motioned for the waitor and when he arrived, handed him a credit card without even looking at the bill.

When the waitor brought it back, Emily and Nick left the restaurant for the peace of the limo. Once again, Nick gave a whispered set of direction and they were on their way.

No longer sitting on the opposite sides, Nick slipped his arm around Emily’s shoulders. She knew that she couldn’t encourage him, but, wheter it was the wine, the Jack, or herself, Emily leaned against him.

“Emily?” Nick asked in a hushed voice after a minute.

“Hmm?”

Nick fingers grazed her bare shoulder softly. “Do you feel it too?”

“Emily closed her eyes. “Feel what?”

“The magic between us.” As he said that, Nick knew he was falling hard and fast for her. ‘But I can’t help it!’ He thought wildly. ‘Maybe it’s destiny...’

“Um hmm. It’s nice.” Emily’s arm rested across his cheast and she could feel his heart racing under her hand. “Your heart... It’s beating so fast!”

Nick tilted her head up so that he could look into her eyes. “You do that to me.” Gently he lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her, softly at first, deepening it as Emily began responding.

She cupped his face in her hands and pulled back. Emily stared into his eyes, her breath coming out in soft gasps. In them she found passion and desire... and something else.

Nick’s hand rested llightly on her waist, holding her, caressing her. “Emily...”

“Shh.” Emily comanded as she pressed her lips to his.

“He moved against her, and then she tore her mouth away from his.

“What? What’s wrong?” Nick asked in a dazed confusion.

Emily brushed a trembling hand across her kiss swollen lips. “There was a knock. At the window.” She replied breathlessly.

“Aw.” Nick groaned in frustration. “The driver. We’re at the club.”

“Club?”

“Dancing. What we were going to do before...” His eyes danced with barely contained passion.

Emily’s eyes answered with and equal passion. “Dancing is good...” She said mischieviously.

“I’ll bet.” He replied as he kissed her quickly and opened the door. “Come on.” He held his hand out to her and they entered the club with wicked smiles on their faces.

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Emily was a little impressed by the fact that she and Nick hadn’t had to wait in the extreamly long line to get in, but instead just walked on in. She also couldn’t help but notice the stared she was recieveing from the toher women who recognized Nick. Some of their faces were full of envy, others with malace. Nick noticed the stared tooo. The stares from the men in line.

Nick scowled and held Emily closer to his side, as if to say ‘she’s mine!’

“The line was so long!” She exclaimed when they were past the bouncers, oblivious to Nick’s posessiveness... or even why. She grabbed his hand and laced her fingers inoto his, smiling radiantly up at him.

Nick smiled back, feeling suddenly stupid for his behavior. ‘After all, she *is* here with me!’

“It would have to be.” Nick said aloud, much higher in spirits. “This is the most popular club in Madrid. Are you thristy?”

When she nodded, he dragged her over to the bar. “CC and 7 for me and... What would you like Em?” He asked, turning to her.

“Umm... Coke. *Just* Coke.” Emily wasn’t too sure abou having anymore alchohol considering ahe was already pretty woozy. ‘Yeah, the scene in the limo should be proof of my inability to hold liquor. It was the Jack that did me in,’ she said to herself. But deep in the back of her mind, she didn’t quite believe that the passion between her and Nick was the result of being slightly drunk.

When Nick got their drinks, Emily couldn’t help but laugh at him.

“What?” He asked indignantly.

Emily kept on gigling, but managed to explain herself. “You hold your liquor a lot better than I do.” She laughed again and then quickly sobered. “Uh oh. I think I’m a little drunk.”

Nick grimaced remembering his earlier remark which had caused so much discomfort earlier. Emily caught it and repeated it herself. A silence spanned between them, offering protection of having to say nothing, and they sat together comfortably until Emily broke it.

“I don’t know how to act around you.” She seemed embaressed by her honestl y, which only made her seem even more sweet and innocent to Nick. “It never really made much of a difference to me before. What other people think I mean.”

Nick lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it softly. “Just be yourself. Like you were before you knew who I was.”

Emily looked across the table to him for a thoughtful moment. “It’s not because you’re ‘Nick Carter’ of Backstreet fame. I felt this way before, when we chatted on the net. It’s just more obvious now that we’re in person. It’s you... and me.” Emily looked away, staring off into the distance. Looking beyond the walls of the nightclub. “It’s the... how do you put it? Magic. Yes, it’s the magic between us that makes me care.”

Nick rubbed his thumb softly across the back of her hand. “I know. It’s impossible to ignore. Umm... That’s why I asked you to meet me. I liked the girl I’d met online, and I wanted the rest of her... Oh hell!” Nick was red from embarrasement. “None of that came out right.”

Emily smiled understandingly. “I know what you mean, even if you don’t.”

Nick rolled his eyes at her. “Ha! I knew what I meant, I just wanted to put it in words... Which was the hard part.”

“Aw, poor baby.” Emily patted his hand much as she would a child’s. “Don’t worry, it’s genetic. Men don’t know how to say what they feel because their cerebral cortex is smaller than a wonam’s.”

“Insolent women!” He retorted playfully. “For that you must be punished!”

“Oh no!” Emily cried in mock horror. “Whatever shall I do?”

Nick pulled Emily onto the dance floor. “Your punishement is dancing with me.”

“And what a punishement!” She joked as the mood immediately turned more serious.

They held each other somewhat distantly as “All My Life” echoed through the discotheque. Nick slipped his arms loosly about Emily’s waist and she smiled shyly at him, still a litlle unsure of herself.

“So how’s your trip so far?” Nick asked.

Emily gazed around allowing her eyes to flit from couple to couple, “Well, let’s see, I’m in the hottest club in Madrid dancing with you... I’d have to say it’s been pretty bad. I mean, look at us!”

Nick was about to protest when he realized Emily was just dangling a little bait in front of his nose. ‘I’ll bite,’ he thought a split second before asking, “What’s wrong with us?”

“You’re still a foot away from me,” she pouted.

His crystaline eyes flashed, answering her own smoldering blue gaze. “Is this close enough?” He asked, pulling her sloser, so that barely a breath remained between them.

“Oh Nick.” She all but sighed his name. “It’s enough that I’m here with you. I feel like I’m dreaming, and that any moment I’ll wake up and you’ll be gone. But it’s not a dream. I’m living this!” She ran a finger over his lips. “Do you know how many women would kill to be here with you? Thousands! Did you see them in the line outside?”

Nick shook his head. “Actually, no. I was too busy watching all those... males stare at you.”

Emily blushed, a delicate rose color flooding her cheeks. “I hadn’t noticed them. But the women I did. They all wanted to be me. Here in your arms, kissing you the way I have...”

“But I’m here with *you*.” He ran his hands through her silky hair and kissed her, soft as a feather brushed across her lips.

When they parted, Emily was flushed from the exchange. Nick too, was feeling it’s effects and somehow, the two stopped dancing. They stood in the middle of the dance floor, staring into each others eyes. Blue locked to blue. Until someon knocked Emily from behind and she found herself being supported by Nick’s strong arms. She looked up at him.

Nick gave her an awkward half smile, still a litlle flustered, and spun her around. Emily laughed aloud as she faced him once more, only to find him shaking his butt for all it was worth.

“What exactly does ‘Gettin’ jiggy wit it’ mean?” He asked above the din.

Emily shrugged. “You don’t want to know.” She replied as she recalled it’s definition at her cousin’s high scool. ‘I don’t think it’s soposed to mean “getting any”’.

Nick just laughed at the expression on her face, which told him more vividly than any word could, and kept dancing. They both went through several more songs without resting. They moshed to Puffy’s song from the Godzilla soundtrack, both trying to shout ‘Come with me’ louder than the other, and danced to a few others before Nick gave Emily a final spin and she found herself craddled in his embrace. She could feel his heart beating against her back in time to the base line of ‘2 Become 1’ by the Spice Girls.

His hands rested on her flat stomach, just under her ribcage, and she could feel the warmth of his breath oh the back of her neck. “I don’t want this night to end.” He whispered.

“Neither do I.” She was somberas she realized how futle their relationship was. Sighing, she relaxed into him. “But it’s all going to change.”

He held her even tighter. “It doesn’t have to.”

“But I will!” Was Emily’s anguished reply. “It will.”

Nick turned her towards him. He pulled her arms up around his neck and ran a finger across her cheek. “I don’t want this to end. What’s between us is special.”

Emily held his hand to her cheek. She closed her eyes for a moment and then reached up to kiss him. Their lips met, tentative at first and then, all of their unsurity that had plagued them bothe disapeared.

Nick’s arms wound themselves around her body as the kiss deepend. Their bodies pressed up against each other, her soft curves meeting his hard physique. For a short life time, everything and everyone stood still as the heated exchange took place.

But then reality came crashing back down to Emily. “No!” Her mind cried out while every pore of her ver being begged for more. But it wasn’t enough. She abruptly stepped back leaveing Nick holding to thin air.

He reached out for her hoping to regain the passion of only a few moments ago, but was stopped by the hand she held up, and by the panic in her voice.

“No, stop!”

Nick was bewildered. “What’s wrong? What happend?”

But Emily was already winding her way around other people to the next exit. He watched as she fled out the doors, and left him alone.

“What did I do?” He asked to no one and everyone.


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