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After his brush and rinse, Ozzy spent several moments leaning closer to the mirror. His pinkie finger hooked into his mouth, tugging his lips aside so he could inspect those pearly whites within. Excellent. All the while, he kept up the strangest conversation as if it were anything but. "Think that's a positive, do you? Helluva confession, that," he commented, taking the wet washcloth of the pair and using it to clean off his groin, right there at the bathroom sink. "That some Manchester way of upgrading from number one fan to boyfriend?"

At this point, Ozzy was well beyond fear as a motivating factor. With the expulsion of seed came a massive injection of confidence, all channeled from the look of satisfaction Nikki wore, directly into the core of Ozzy's being. He was victorious, he thought. The worst that could happen now was not a loss of progress, but instead a slower pace than whatever he was aiming for at the time. If that were the outcome, he couldn't complain at all. Just the same, it seemed Nikki's only complaint to the 'half' joke about him moving in, was how insane it was as a suggestion on Ozzy's end. "Oh come off it!" he countered, nearly aghast. "I've seen your flat. The biggest mess you even make is when you're really excited about a new bit you're throwing together. Too cute to even be cross about, that. Any bloke would be lucky just to shack up, I'd say."

Nikki found herself studying the mannerisms of Ozzy as he cleaned his mouth this day. A brush, a rinse, a gargle and an inspection? He was even actually visually checking on his teeth while they continued their very random conversation. That was interesting, she'd never actively watched someone do something like that... Oh, right. They were in the middle of a conversation most would consider strange. She'd mentioned aloud that she thought his convictions about the future were a positive and she would only affirm that now. "Definitely positive, weird but good," she mentioned with a curt nod to accompany the words. When asked if this was some strange way she chose to address his potential upgrade from fan to boyfriend, Nikki's eyes widened again. He couldn't really mean that right? Well, all evidence of the day said he did, but it was still pretty surreal. "I can't even ask if you mean that... I know you do. Boyfriend... I didn't know you'd just accept something like that~" Ah, but she never said she wouldn't give it. Nikki was pretty good at that, she'd not given a single negative bit of feedback to this man, and she'd already considered locking him up. But if one had a willing prisoner, were they even a prisoner anymore? That seemed like some moral quandary she didn't really need to explore.

Strangely enough, soon after that teasing bit of commentary, Ozzy himself made several more outrageous claims. Nikki couldn't help but have her eyes widen quite a bit as he noted that she couldn't be a bad roommate. He seemed to remember viewing her flat and the only mess to be found within it was when she was particularly excited about something. He was right, that was a habit of hers, but it wasn't exactly the only one she had. "Blimey..." she uttered, seeming to be a bit sheepish. Never before had the disarray of her creative moments been called cute. Nor had anyone just stuck up for her... even from herself to such an extent. "You really are way too much for my ego... I don't dislike it though," she said seeming to think it over a bit more. A properly supportive man had been on the list of things she was definitely looking for, and given his other... qualifications, she could hardly call his constant affirmations negative in anyway. Well aside from them being absolutely surprising every time he spoke them. At least they were alone, so no one would see how absolutely sheepish such compliments actually made her. "Just remember you said that, when I wake up at 4am wired and sketching new designs for no apparent reason~" she mentioned that as if it was a joke, but it'd happened before. Actually, it had happened a lot, such behavior used to freak out her sister, but that woman got used to it.

"Weird but good, huh─" he murmured as the cleaning of his now half-erect member seemed to reach its conclusion. With all those bathroom duties taken care of, he tossed that pair of cloths and cracked his neck, rolling his shoulders as he unabashedly stared at the woman atop the counter again. "Not doing much to put me off at all, are you? I really will cling on you, you know?" Of course she knew. He couldn't have possibly made it more obvious by now that he would be doing that, and if it wasn't obvious yet, it would be crystal clear soon enough.

The time had come to move on from this bathroom. The two had come to an agreement of chatting up one another for the night, so he'd take it upon himself to lift her from the counter and return to the bedroom. She said he was too much for his ego, but she had no idea the reality of the situation. If Ozzy's title were to change, his already large ego would easily evolve to a god complex. "Don't even talk to me about ego. Say one sentence the right way, and I'll show you an ego nobody in the world could match. Then, when you're up and sketching at 4am, you can chat me up about all the ideas floating around in your head. Doesn't matter if they don't even make sense at the time; I'd rather hear it than waste my time dreaming~"

Ozzy repeated his understanding of Nikki's thoughts about him. She really did believe him to be a bit weird, but that was only because she was used to people being much worse. By this logic, he was very good and by her own account good for her. In fact, she hadn't found a single way currently, in which the man disappointed her, not in looks, not in behavior and definitely not in the bedroom. Such a thought was definitely one she had while watching him. He got himself cleaned off, cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders... and he did so while having eyes only for her. Such a thing was surely unheard of, this entire world couldn't create a being so very... perfect just for her. "It'd be bad to put off someone I've been thinking of holding hostage~" she said with a joking tone that she honestly didn't mean. She really was trying to figure out the negatives of keeping him around, scrutinizing him the way she did everything in her life, and she was finding no reason to back down at all. "I see no reason to discourage a guy who's mad about me, from clinging to me... when he's you," she mentioned in a haphazard way. Of course, such a thing would soon be ending with a startled noise.

"Eeep!" she was picked up again. He really kept doing this, she was sitting on the bathroom counter but she didn't have to be... she could have gotten down on her own, she could have walked even. But something about being carried around by this man was growing on her a bit. "You claimed you were the one to cling, but here I am... being picked up again... just hanging on~" she mentioned softly. "I don't dislike this though... that's probably a bit weird to say..." another one of those slightly ambiguous responses that was fairly positive. His words following that made the lass' eyes widen. "Bloody hell you can't be serious... no one is that supportive. You aren't discouraging me from thinking I made you up at all... you're like perfect, you know that?" she asked this man in all serious. He was perfectly made by his own words to suit her needs. A supportive, great-looking, well-endowed, kind, funny, fit man... with no real psychological issues, who was all about her. Well, as far as she could tell. Yeah, there was almost no way... but the idea that he was real kept her right on him, happily chatting with him, wanting to know more about him.

And so, they would go forth without Nikki doing a thing to discourage the lad's extreme advances. This was something either wonderful, or absolutely moronic depending on any third party's outlook. To Ozzy, of course, it was brilliant! She wouldn't put him off, so she could only let him in. In due time, he'd take a lightyear from an inch, even if he had to spend a lifetime stretching that inch out. In the meantime, he'd have a bit of fun, stretch her out... etcetera. All manner of things could be done while she accepted him even just this much, and he'd take that in stride as he whisked her off into the bedroom. With such an adorable response to him doing so, Nikki was fit to make him do this sort of thing all the time, just to hear that little eep once more.

He thoroughly enjoyed that she could simply hang onto him the way she was doing. Nikki, too, had no qualms with this. According to Nikki herself, Ozzy was perfect. Well, yes. He was about as good as it got in most situations, though none of that ever mattered unless Nikoleta Corbyn thought highly of him as well. Since she did, he could do nothing but accept this as absolute truth. In one impossible situation, however, had had to actually disagree with the young woman. "I am that supportive. You checked your algorithms, didn't you? That's not even the half of it," he claimed. "I might be perfect. You know, I think I might be. Long as you say so, that's how it is." By the time his clause was spoken, Ozzy reached the bed at last. Down Nikki would go, in full glory unto the mattress. Ozzy took the time to crawl in over her, hovering overhead long enough to kiss her lips yet again. Indeed, it seemed he couldn't even resist when he was mere moments from relaxing in bed. Their shared nudity and his partial erection aside, though, he didn't at all seem keen to do anything more than what he was doing now.

In Nikki's most humble opinion, they both seemed to be quite comfortable. Hm, content? Yeah, that seemed like the better word choice given the level of ease they found when talking to each other, about practically nothing. Still, as much as she would have wanted to argue with the attention, she couldn't really bring herself to do so. She was indeed enjoying the amount of support and happiness that Ozzy managed to provide her with. Keeping him, wasn't really an option anymore, unless she found something terrible or egregious in his personality, she really couldn't bear the thought of legitimately parting with him already. Though... it was in her best interest to keep such thoughts to herself outside of the joking and light moments she mentioned them in. Crazy women were crazier than crazy men in some aspects after all.

Ozzy claimed that her algorithms were proof enough of his supportive nature. She couldn't help but laugh about that. "Not just those either. I got that picture of you on my phone now... you're pretty much single-handedly supporting my career at this point~" she mused. She'd come to that conclusion all on her own. She wondered what he got out of that. He'd only just met her today, but he'd been at such a behavior for long enough that he'd amassed a collection of her merchandise. Whatever the case, she was soon placed down upon this rather lush bed and... Ozzy hovered over her. "Hm, you really are perfect, for me at least. I'm still not convinced I didn't just make you up... it's jarring," she murmured softly. Her eyes shifted around his person with obvious interest, he really was great to look at. And seeing him like this, right just now... would have made her slightly regret that this wasn't the way she'd chosen to view him earlier. Ah, but there was always next time. Speaking of, his lips were pressing against hers again. She couldn't help but accept such a moment happily her heart thumping in her chest as her lips formed that meeting shape without the slightest hesitation. They were supposed to be relaxing and chatting. Even so, she found herself easily falling into his antics, such a thing would be both terrible and wonderful for her, depending on how sore she ended up from letting herself get too wound up by him. Though that might not be too bad, not considering he was willing to carry her about.

An outside perspective would perhaps assume these two would be going at it again any moment now. Of course, Ozzy accepted this as a possibility, but such a thing was entirely up to Nikki at this point. Sure, he couldn't keep himself away, but there was so much he wanted to do in so little time. Aside from the things he'd learned about Nikki over so many months, there were so many things he wondered. What was her favorite meal? Did she have any vices hidden from the public? Hell, he'd even like to know how many sugars she took in her morning coffee. Actually, that last one was a solid idea; morning coffee. Did she even like coffee? Maybe she preferred tea, or even water in the morning. A check would have to be performed later. For now, their lips were locked anew, and he was to savor the experience all over again. Fleeting though it was compared to previous times today, Ozzy lingered against Nikki's lips for just under a minute before rolling onto the other side of the bed. In doing so however, he kept an arm slung around Nikki's midsection for the sake of turning her with him. They could face each other, their lips could meet again at any point, and they could converse. Oh, and while they were at it, Ozzy could finally address his gratuitous support of Nikoleta's career. "Well, I can support it directly if you fancy. No name drops or other forms of clout required, just helping along however you like, whenever."

Ah, they'd been kissing again for quite a bit, though admittedly it was quite chaste by comparison to their earlier shared antics. Eventually, it broke off and Ozzy rolled himself over her, he slung an arm over her midsection and rolled her along with him. This action given their mouth separation would cause something of an excited giggle or squeal to escape the purple haired lass. "Squee~ Hehehe!~" He really had a way of keeping her amused. And now here they were, laying side by side facing each other, not very far away at all. They were going to have a nice conversation. Ah, but what would they talk about?? It seemed the first thing on the list was apparently Ozzy stating he could support her career directly if she liked, and it wouldn't require her to do anything for him in return. Her eyes widened. "Blimey, that answers that..." she murmured. She took a moment to have a good look at him from this close. Looking at him like this, she couldn't discern anything resembling dishonesty from his person. How strange... not even the slightest hint that he didn't mean exactly what he was saying. "You really would too, for nothing. I mean... it seemed to be the case, given how much you appear all over my socials but I am really amazed. I haven't even seen as much of my stuff as you have~" she managed to sound a bit happy about it. Would she take advantage of that offer though... well maybe. There were a few ways she could utilize a man of his talents and looks. Though at the very bottom of her list was the idea of using him to spread her name about... she wasn't really concerned about that aspect of her business, so much. "Though that does make me wonder what actually interests you, not specifically about me but in general...." she started working towards an actual question while studying this lad's face. She had to figure out what made him tick, she needed to know at this point... "What does Oliver care about?" she asked honestly. Yes, she'd skipped a whole bunch of questions but those were related to more simple things. She could have found out random information at anytime and likely would, but getting to know this lad was much more important to Nikki's thoughts of the future than more trivial matters.

After hours of getting to 'know' one another, the pair of adolescents would finally be getting to... actually know one another. Of course, that wouldn't come a moment before Nikki realized Ozzy didn't have a single lie to offer her. Yes, he would do whatever possible to help her dreams be realized, if only she desired his help for that purpose. No, he would not simply do it for nothing, on the other hand. That clarification had to be the next clause leaving Ozzy's mouth. "I wouldn't say for nothing. Flash me a bright smile if I've helped at all, and we'll call it square." Ah yes, that would suffice. A kingdom for a smile, as it were; that was a fair trade in Ozzy's mind.

He'd seen so much of her, knew so much more than many others who called themselves fans. Alas, never did he strike the radar of Blue Lotus until earlier today. What a sad tale it was, but for Oliver, it was a happy one. It may have taken almost two years, but at least he reached the recognition phase and... so far beyond in no time at all. Nikki now wanted information from him, regarding... him. In all the time they spent together today, Ozzy never even considered going on about himself... though it made sense, considering. What did interest him, other than Nikki? There was hardly anything coming to mind as he stared into her face, his own head comfortably resting atop the adjacent pillow. Oh! Yes, there were some things, weren't there? "It's mostly you, but I guess you want the more boring stuff, huh? I'm still at University. Lancaster might make an architect of me yet. Apart from that, I just fancy a good game with the lads on stream. We have a blast, round up some charity money and all that. It's a hoot, really. To be frank, there's not much else I can think of. What, you want my gym routine or sommat? Can't help noticing you've been looking~" he said, deciding to avoid a slightly awkward conclusion with a bit of cheeky commentary.

Apparently, Nikki was both right and wrong about her interpretation of Ozzy's whims as they concerned her. He claimed he'd do whatever she asked as far as helping her out with her career but that he wouldn't exactly doing it for free. What then would he take as payment? There were plenty of potential answers, she'd heard several in her life... her least favorite being those trying to get themselves introduced to her sister. Or those who only wanted to talk with her to boost themselves and their social media presences. Ah, the payment Ozzy wanted already didn't include that last thing, she was certain his presence was a bit stronger than hers at present. No, what he wanted for helping her achieve her goals was... a bright smile? "REALLY?!" she seemed legitimately surprised. "Blimey, I really went and found him. Or he found me..." she mumbled to herself. Her eyes were still tracing over his form. This beautiful specimen of a man really only wanted her to smile? He wanted to see her happy? And he meant that from a legitimate place... he managed to say those words and they not sound empty, cheesy or patronizing?

What was beyond this? Hm, the answers to her question most recently asked. As she was held near this young man she watched him speak. Her eyes lingered around his lips as she watched him formulate the words that explained his life to her. Oliver was interested in Nikki, that much was a given. He was a student at Uni, actually studying architecture, that was interesting. He liked playing his games on stream with his boys. He had fun, raised money for charities. That was great, she wondered what sort of charities he did work for... she'd have to make sure to ask. And what was that last bit, his gym routine? "Well, I did say you look gorgeous... I'm not going to not look. What if inspiration strikes?" she questioned rhetorically. "And don't worry, I watch Bree videos when I am feeling a new workout... pretty sure yours would be a bit too intense for me," she mentioned. He really did look like he was carved from marble. He was truly great for her to look at, and she really wanted him to understand this. An interesting fact, Bree, was better known as Aubree Williams and she was a fitness model and the face of fitness models in the new era. She was also Oliver's younger sister.