The Glory of Them [Bastille Fanfiction]

Who Are You?

S.....M....U....T. Bye.

Nicole POV

Only when I heard your familiar footsteps go down the stairs did I unlock the door. Clara was fast asleep in my arms after crying to no avail. Her favour place was your arms and it always silenced her, but at the moment all she had was me. I placed her in her crib before taking a deep breath and composing myself. The man downstairs was self destructing like always. Just this time anger was the form of pain. I opened the door and peaked out before slowly walking down the stairs without my shoes on to be silent. The door to the studio room was closed and the soft melodic hum of the piano could be heard ever so faintly because of the sound proofing.

I slowly walked to the booth room, the one way glass letting me to watch the emotions cross your face. Even with the class it still felt as if you were staring right at me. My breath caught in my lungs as if I was your prey and this was y final breath. In these moments it was as if I was able to see into the past. I still remember the day I first saw those blue eyes in that crummy bar. The nerves showing through your body language and slight studder. Who would have thought we'd be here now. Your blue eyes now showing through our daughter who seems to melt my soul the same way. You stopped playing and rested your head on the piano, tapping at one of the keys gently.

" What the fuck is wrong with me...." You whispered but the mic still picked it up. I got up and wandered to the door, my hand resting on the knob for a few moments before I had the courage to open it. You looked up at me, taking off the head phones. The dim light giving your eyes this glossy tone. "Niks, I'm-"

"Don't..." I mumbled slowly walking to you, but not sitting down. "I forgive you but... I'm not dealing with it..." You stood and I felt out of breath. As if with each breath you took the air in the room grew thinner. With each step you took I stepped back until I was against the wall. I nearly flinched when your hand rested upon my cheek.

"I'm sorry... I don't know... What came over me." You whispered it against my lips before we gave into silencing our pain. Silencing our problems with what we did best. Your mouth against mine seemed to bring the oxygen back to my lungs as if you were the source of my life. In a swift movement you lifted me up enough for me to wrap my legs around your frame. Our lips only parting for you to remove my blouse. Your hand ran along the faint scar, I watched your eyes nearly scan my upper body before they met my gaze. The usual clear blue was dark like storm clouds. Coaxing me to dive into the ocean. You carried me to the piano bench and hovered over me as you laid me down, your hand roughly tearing the bra from my body.

"That was one... Of my favourite." You smirked before your lips trailed along my breast, teeth grazing against my skin as my heart began to race.

"I don't care in this moment my love." I pushed you slightly only to gain enough space to tug off your shirt. Your scar seemed far less noticeable than mine only the length of my thumb now. You pinned me to the bench, with each kiss along my body you sent shivers down my spine, your hands let go of my wrists only for one hand to wrap around my neck. You stopped at my slack and returned to kiss my lips. "I need you." I bit your bottom lip as you pulled away. We shed our clothes like skin before you pushed me against the wall. Your hand roamed my body while the other found my neck again. Each thrust sent my body into a fit of trembles. Only when we managed to fuck on the piano, the bench, and the floor did I hear that familiar groan against my neck. Your short nails digging into my hips as your breath got caught in your lungs. I always loved watching your world collapse around you. It was like watching you sing sometimes. You treated those words like sex with your facial expressions. You moved to lay beside me on the floor, pulling my body against yours so our faces were close. "I'm sorry... I am..."

"Mmm it's okay /daddy/" I smirked kissing along your jawline, you chuckled in deep tone that only came out when you really laughed.

"Is it bad that turns me on?" You mumbled and tilted my chin up to kiss my lips.

"No... Come on let's go upstairs." I grabbed our clothes before hurrying off. You showered as did I before we laid down, both of us looking up at the ceiling.

"I was thinking of something today."

" And?"

"What about a new 'Do They Know It's Christmas' ? We could use all the singers from virgin records." I glanced at you before shrugging slightly. With Christmas nearly here it would be a miracle to pull off. "You could produce it. You and Janna."

"We can try but... It will be nearly impossible. I'm sure almost everyone is out of town on holiday."

"Never say anything is impossible... I'm with you... We have a beautiful daughter... I don't think anything is impossible." You pulled me against you. Our naked bodies sharing heat as I closed my eyes. I belonged here. There was never a question about that anymore Dan. Yet like I always say... Something so glorious isn't easy. I was still going to end up suffering. Funny enough you'd actually be angry at me. Angry at me for something that was out of my control. Clara would be stuck in the middle.