Author's Notes: Story's 3 years of age but I decided to post it. If you don't like smut, don't read mah babies. Its my first visual.

Chapter 1: The Last Straw

Alison Meyers.

Everyone adores her. The guys. Man, they'd give their right arm and legs to just touch her. She never really understood the whole "fame" hoopla. Whatever makes money, she was good and prime. For the last 12 months and counting, her career has skyrocketed. She was the name on everyone's lips. With her sensual deep blue eyes and outlandishly sexy raven hair, she could make guys cum faster than you can say pop star.

She was to be the opening act for Christina Aguilera in the next month and she was so psyched about it. Being that of course she looked up to her and learned how to sing from her. Being in the business she had had the opportunity to meet amazingly talented individuals such as Mariah Carey, Madonna, Prince, and Whitney Houston. Meeting Mariah was the pinnacle moment for her. She had looked up to her and just wanted to do everything she did.

She was slated as a performer for the MTV VMAs and she had to get everything down and perfect beforehand. She did some stretching exercises and started her dance routine. Normally, she wasn't this bad. Maybe it was something she ate. She worries too much. So much happened to her and maybe she needs to take a break. Right, that's what she'll do.

She dried off with a towel and exited the studio as she drove home to change. She stripped and took a long hot shower. After she came out, she dried herself and began to dress casually in some regular jeans and a pale pink tank. She gave herself a tiny look and trotted out the door. Her destination was The Coffee Bean. Going there always did the trick. She would always have the best ideas for songs their.

She took her notebook and walked inside and was immediately drenched in a warm substance. Her whole tank was ruined covered in coffee! She ground her teeth and looked up. Her eyes burned major holes in the blue eyes that stood before her.

Justin Timberlake was her enemy and she was his apparently. They had been at each other's throat for 2 years. Both have sultry dreams of well... not hating each other. If only he hadn't said she was the next Britney Spears. Least Alison had a voice unlike that lip-synching idiot. And the constant names he calls her are included as well.

She narrowed her eyes. This was the most humiliating situation she's ever been in, "Fucking asshole!"

"Hey bitch, you ran into me! If you'd watch where you were going -- " she angrily cut him off by slapping him hard and running to the restrooms.

He found himself sitting down waiting for her.

For what exactly? She was a bitch and she got what she deserved for saying what she said when his solo stuff came out. She said that she didn't respect him for going solo because groups never get back together. She was a stupid bitch. What the hell was he doing waiting for her? Justin Timberlake never apologizes.

Just as he was about to get up, Alison had begun to exit the bathroom, still soaked in the brownish liquid he covered her with. It was an honest mistake but she can never know that. He just walked out without looking at her.

Alison was so angry she could barely drive back to her hotel. He's got some nerve on him that's for damn sure. Everything about him, makes her sick to her stomach. She parked her car in the private zone and walked to the lobby checking her messages. She had received 4 and nodded while walking to the elevator, pushing her level. She started twirling a stand of hair in boredom while she leaned in the corner of the vast transportation.

It made a ding and she came out walking to her room number. She found it and rummage through her bag for the card key. Weird. It was here when she left. Maybe its at the bottom. Her eyebrow scrunched together in confusion. She knew she had taken it before she left to get pummeled with coffee boy. She has to stop thinking about him. This is about getting in her damn room without her card key.

She started dumping the bag's contents on the floor. What good will that really do? It was worth a try. Maybe she was tired and not looking hard enough. Shit. It still wasn't found. OK, she knows that she in fact did remember taking it. Maybe she dropped it when she crashed in loser today. God, OK get your fucking head away from asshole for once!

"Card trouble, princess?" Speak of the devil/asshole.

He just giggled and walked past her to his room next door. She looked up to see his room was next to hers and yelled in frustration. Why the hell was it him all the time? She can't escape this guy ever. "No, asshole! If you want children I suggest you fuck off nicely before my foot meets the middle of your ass!"

"Haha you're cute. You know I'm right. You lost your card didn't you?"

"I didn't lose shit, now piss off!" she screamed in his face and turned to put up her bag items.

"Hey, bitch are you fuckin insane! There's paparazzi everywhere! Keep your damn voice down to fog horn level, would ya?"

"Fuck you dipshit!"

"Oh how fourth grade of you," he smirked.

She scoffed, flipping that lovely finger and leaned against the door to call Melinda, her PA. As she was dialing Justin spotted her card and smiled widely. He wanted to play a little game with her. It was in a very interesting spot so he approached her and snatched the phone out of her hands, putting it above his head and out of her reach since she was 7 inches shorter than he was.

"What the fuck? Give it back!" she tried to reach it but kept failing.

Justin shook his head playfully and shoved his hand in her jean pocket to fish out the white card he saw before. Alison was getting so hot and all she wanted to do was jump him. His lips were so tasty to her now. But, wait... what's in his hand? The card, he has it!

He held both items above his head and pretended like he was going to give it back. Than he finally did give both back. He acted hurt, "What, no thank you?!"

She glared at him while opening the door and shutting it in his face. He was confused. He knocked on the door until she opened it.

She just stared at him, "What do you want?"

He leaned his hand on the door and looked at her intensely, "Why do you hate me?"

She yawned and rolled her eyes, "Must we talk now? I really don't have the energy to fight you."

He scoffed, "Hey, I just asked you a simple question. You don't always have to assume shit like that. I'm serious. Why do you hate me? What's your reason?"

She coughed loudly, "There's my reason, and you're part of it."

"What? What did I do?"

"You did everything! Everything you did hurt me and whatever I said to you that made you act like this to me, I wish I'd say it again... with feeling. Have a nice night, just kidding," she slammed the door again, this time much louder.

He knocked again and this time no answer. He had an idea. It was risky as hell, but he couldn't sleep until he knew her real reason for disliking him so much.

He left to his room and went to the balcony. Since their rooms were pretty adjacent, he decided he wanted to hop over to hers seeing as the screen door was open.

He threw both legs over the railing being so careful to to slip, but for some reason he was risking it. His long leg reached out and touched the bottom of her balcony. All in one try he hopped with all his might and landed on her balcony railing. He pulled himself over and blew out a breath of air as he entered her room's back entrance. He heard the sink going and decided to wait for her.

Why he was doing any of this puzzled him deeply. But for some strange thought, he just wanted to know really why she didn't like him. Justin sat down on the corner chair and got comfy.

After brushing her teeth, Alison opened the door and turned off the light. "Ally?"

She screamed and turned around to the voice lounging in her chair. Her eyes got so wide she thought they would pop out. "How in the fuck did u get here?"

He stood up holding his hands up in defense, "That doesn't matter. Why do you hate me?"

She groaned as she adjusted her booty shorts downward, crawling to her bed, "This shit again?! Why can't you leave me alone, huh? Why do you care so much if I don't like you anyway?"

She was right. Why did he care? But most of all, why did he risk his life to know that? Why was he so obsessed with knowing so much? He came close to her and sat on her large bed. He chewed on his bottom lip, looking at her nervously, "I don't know. I think its time we stop with all this. I'm getting really tired of hating you because I'm not sure if I did in the first place."

No, they were supposed to hate each other! OK, this is some weird twilight zone episode. It should stop! She licked her lips moving away from him, "OK, Timberlake, now you've officially scared me. I think you should leave now."

He don't know why he did it, slowly his hand touched her cheek, rubbing it so gently. He gazed into her eyes and said what was closed off for the past 2 years because he was so blind not to let himself believe it, "Ally, I'm in love with you."

Chapter 2: Getting Bored

Ally could feel a thousand things running in her head. But love? What in the hell was that? How could he love her? She took his hand down and shook her head. No, it wasn't possible. "No, no, you don't."

He grabbed her hand more urgently this time, "I really believe I do. This is whole time, thinking you were this other person. When in fact you turned out to this incredible women that I wanna be with."

She jumped off the bed and leaned against the wall sliding her body down. She covered her face with her hands, barely noticing Justin sitting next to her. She really didn't want to deal with this disaster now. She had the VMAs, the tour in less than 2 weeks, and all her talk show promos to worry about. This was merely a minor distraction to her plan. She must abort it. People like them don't fall in love, they get laid. If he wants that, than that's how she will handle the situation.

She turned to him, washing no time in kissing him. It was the first time they kissed and it felt weird, but it actually felt natural. But fuck natural. This was about sex, no feelings. He carried her to her bed, never unlocking their lips. He began taking off her clothes while places soft sensual kisses to her jaw than to her neck.

She lifted her shirt and he noticed she wasn't wearing a bra and that made his erection elevate. He discarded the rest of his clothes with her help and now left in his boxers. He was slowly removing her panties. He wanted to enjoy and remember everything about this night. He threw them forgotten and took off his boxers, finally freeing his massive size for her view.

She bit her lip, kind of scared if he wasn't going to fit. The way he was staring at her was not out of wastrel fucking, he wanted to make love to her. That was his thought as he leaned over and covered her lips with his. He slide his tongue in and caressed it with hers so masterfully. This man knew how to kiss. She could do this all day. She never knew how soft his lips were.

After all the magical kissing slowed down, he traced his lips to her neck, than closed in on her left breast, sucking and indulging as his free hand came upon the other lonely one, massaging it slowly. She didn't want him doing this. He was being so... placid. And he was going so damn slow like as if he has all the time in the world. She had to speed things up a little so she doesn't fall under the spell too.

"Justin?" she whispered just as his tongue dipped into her bellybutton. He looked up.

"I can't take it any longer. Please?" she begged him to go down on her.

He smiled and kissed her lips, "All in good time, sweetie."

"Please??" she begged harder.

"I wanna take all this in first. You're so beautiful. I can't believe I fell in love with you. I can't believe we're doing this. This is what a dreamed of. Don't worry, you'll get yours, I promise."

He resumed his work on her stomach and slowly licked down and fingered her slit. He didn't realize she was this tight. His fingers probed her folds to stretch her out a little more. He added two fingers and pumped them in and out of her. He heard soft moans from her and that only turned him on more. He played with her insides until he replaced his fingers with his tongue, ravaging all of her.

This created a chain reaction in Alison's heart. No one has ever pleasured her in that area and she couldn't help but moan as his tongue devoured her. Shit, no one has ever made love to her. She's still pure and all of this is new to her. But, she always wondered what he was like in bed. She chose to believe that was the reason why she was doing this with him.

She felt on fire, as if someone had burned her whole body as she came over his mouth, maintaining her first orgasm. He lapped her juices and went up to kiss her and so she can taste herself. That was just eating out and her body just couldn't respond anymore.

He laid on the side and just looked at her. All of her really amazed him. She really was the most beautiful women in his eyes right now. His fingers trailed a line down between her breasts as his eyes locked with hers. He leaned in to give her another kiss, smiling as he pulled back, "Do you enjoy that?"

She nodded, "Uhuh, why did you stop?"

"I just felt like looking at you. I'm so sorry about earlier. It was my fault, I wasn't looking where I was going."

She laughed a little, turning on her chin to look at him side ways, "Its alright I guess. I'm sorry I slapped you, but you did deserve it. I really wanna do this with you. I've been dreaming about this too."

His hand softly touched her cheek, "I love you. God, that feels so good to say that. I love this feeling! I don't know what you did but thanks. It's been like about 6 months since I've had sex. What about you?"

Oh, the question that keeps on asking. Unlike Miss Britney, she actually wanted to wait until marriage to lose her virginity. She couldn't tell him, she was a virgin, he'd laugh at her. She had told him so many stories of how guys would come to her hotel and she'd just do it, no strings attached with them. Guys would come, true, but she would never let them come in. She was a very private person. She crawled in the sheets with her back turned.

Justin observed her behavior and leaned down to kiss her neck. Something was wrong as he felt her shaking when he kissed her, "Sweetie, what's wrong? Come on, tell me. Is it me, did I say something wrong --" she cut him off.

"No, nothing is wrong," she said quietly.

He kissed her shoulder, "Tell me."

She started crying and got up covering herself. Who was she kidding? She can't do this. She's afraid. One night can't change him. She hated him. She hates him still, even if he could do things with his mouth that she never thought of. That was truly the happiest moment in a long time. She took the blanket and covered her body tighter, even though he's already seen everything.

"I told you, you can't love me. We can't do this. We just can't," she was more talking to herself then him but he can't know that.

She was curled and he couldn't help but come over and try to hug her body, "Come on, tell me what's bothering you."

She looked at him, than looked away. She didn't understand. Everything felt so weird. She can't take it anymore, "Justin! NO! We can't do this. Look, I really think you should go. I have rehearsals, talk shows, signings, I cannot and will not deal with all this bullshit you're feeding me. I can't, go now!"

He took a good look at her and smiled, "If that's how you feel, tell me to my face and I'll go. If not, I'm staying here because I love you Alison. I love you and nothing can change me from feeling that about you."

She couldn't look at him. He was right. It was because she herself has unbridled feelings as well. Feelings for him. Secretly, she fantasized and dreamed about being him, despite what they do to each other. She finally looked in his eyes and bared her soul just to him.

"I don't want to hate you anymore. I'm so scared right now. Is all of this really happening?"

He kissed her gently, "Yeah, I'm afraid so. I'm never taking what I said back, I love you. Ally, please I love you."

She brought him in for a kiss, "Are we really gonna do this?"

He smiled, "We can do whatever we want."

She looked him and then looked away, "There's something I need to tell you before we do this. I'm taking a risk here and I'm hoping you won't... well that you won't leave me."

He picked her up and answer her with a slow kiss, "I can't think of a reason why I would."

"You have to know this though. I'm a virgin still. I wanted to wait until I get married to do this but I don't want to wait anymore," she held his hand.

He kissed both her hands, "I don't care if you're an alien or vampire, I'm in love and its all you."

She took off the blanket and laid back down with a frightful look on her face. She smiled despite her awkwardness. He laughed a little bending down to her ear, "Just relax. I would never hurt you but I'm not gonna lie, this might be a bit much at first. Let me know and I'll stop."

She sucked in her lips as his covered hers, than he kissed his way downward and inserted a finger in her tight walls. She opened her mouth and sucked in a breath closing her eyes. He kissed her lips as he added another finger pumping in and out, stretching what he can. She started whimpering as he added another finger and her hips bucked a little.

She licked her lips and felt as if she were drowning as his fingers traced her mound. "Oh God," she moaned softly.

Just as she was about to come he pulled out positioning himself over her and looking into her eyes, asking for permission. "Are you sure."

Alison nodded, "Yeah, go ahead."

He entered her very slowly and pulled away a bit. Her whole body was an inferno when he pushed a little deeper, trying to break her tight walls. She clenched around his member tightly. He looked at her and kissed her cheek while pushing the rest of him in her entrance. He came out and went back in as she cried out in pain when he popped her last wall. He was moving very slow, in and out.

She opened her eyes looking at his. He look back at her as he asked her, "Are you doing OK? You want me to pull out?"

"No, keep going. Oh god!" she moaned as he picked up his pace moving a little faster.

He started pumping with more urgency and he laced her fingers together with his. Suddenly, she started moaning loudly in pleasure. She was almost there and he was as well. He gave a few more thrusts and climaxed releasing himself into her as her whole body started convulsing, his body poured on with sweat. He made a dive for her neck, kissing every inch of skin she had.

She couldn't talk. She could hardly speak or move anything as he continued his kissing journey. His hovered over hers and he crashed them down, his tongue sliding gracefully in and swirled with hers. Speaking inaudible sentences trying to calm her down. He pulled out of her and rolled onto his side catching his own breath. I'm gonna marry this girl someday. I love her so much.

After a few minutes he spoke up, "That was amazing. You were amazing. How are you feeling, sweetie?"

She gulped, trying to form sentences or words, but found it incredible hard and unnoviced. She buried her face under his arm and closed her eyes. Talking word ruin the moment.

"I feel like I can do anything now. I wanna see you everyday now. I wanna be with you. If you ever have doubts in your mind about anything, just know that we will meet again. That's a promise," he whispered hugging her body and placed a tiny kiss on her sweat matted head.

She took a deep breath and decided to say something, "What makes you so sure of that?"

He chuckled honestly, "I don't know really. I just feel that something will bring us together. Love can make anything happen."

She looked up at him covering herself with the thin sheets, "Thank you."

He smiled, "For what?"

"For being my first. For being yourself. For loving me. I love you, Justin," she said almost above a whisper.

He grinned, feeling like he won the most precious gift in the world. And he did, her heart. "I love you more. No thanks needed, I always did come to think of it. It was always there, I just was too big of a jackass to pull myself out of the fog I made myself. I'm so sorry for all the shit I did to you. You sing like an angel."

She laughed and kissed him on the corner of his mouth, "I still think you won't get back with the guys. You're too cocky for your own good. Please, for the love of Jesus and all that is holy, shrink your damn head."

He laughed, "I'm letting that one slide on the account of post-sex hallucinations. My head is fine thank you."

"Whatever, I'm just stating what the rest of the world thinks don't get mad at me."

"I could never get made at you."

"Liar. Are you gonna stay with me the rest of the night?"

"I would love to," he pulled the covers over them.

She placed her hand on his sweaty chest. She let out a breath and got startled when her cell phone rang, "I got it. Hold on."

He kissed her temple watching her get out and wrap a blanket around her nakedness. Falling for every step this woman takes. He watched her pick up her cell and click it on.

"Hello? Hey Mel, no I'm good, what's up?"

"I just came to check on you and also to confirm the confusion Clive had told you this morning -- "Alison cut her off.

"Confusion? Nobody let me know of any confusion. What's the deal Mel?" she sat down on her chair in the corner.

Justin's ear's perked up as he took the sheet around his waist and made his way sitting down on the coffee table. He mouthed "everything OK?" to her when she looked up. She shrugged and held up a finger listening to her PA.

"It's about Christina..."

"What about her?"

"She's touring with Chingy this year and she had signed the contract and everything. I'm so sorry nobody told you. She did it at the last minute."

She seethed with so much rage, "Fucking bitch! What the hell am I gonna do?"

Melinda cleared her throat, "Clive told me a client of his was going to start a tour in London. Do you wanna know who it is?"

"Hell yeah, who?"

"I'm really sorry Ally. It's Justin."

She grinned and jumped up while squealing, "Yes! Mel, yes I'll take it. Who cares, I'll take it."

"Hold the phone, don't you hate Justin if memory serves right?"

Alison's eyes glanced over Justin's, as she blushed her words to Mel, "No, I got bored hating him. I mean I don't know why I did for so long."

"Am I on drugs? Are you actually telling me you and Justin Timberlake can live in this world at the same time with fighting about stupid shit? Is it possible? I mean, what reason did he hit you with?"

"He hit my stupidity hard and I found something I never thought was in him."

"What's that?"

She smiled walking over to Justin, sitting on his lap, feeling like she belonged there. And she had when he held her hand, "Love."

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