Let me fuck u girl, right to sleep
And if ya want to, I'll go deep
Fuckin' on a bed of ice-a'ight!
I buy u da Burk, pay da price, right
I fuck her to she can't feel her legs (a'ight)
Shakin, quakin, vibratin, yeah it's tight
Baby girl wanta make luv all night long
And Imma hit it all night strong

This was supposed to be the biggest night of his life. He was performing his biggest song to date, a love song about the woman he loved. He was the most nominated artist that night. Most importantly, the only woman he ever loved was sitting in front row center witnessing it all.

He should be on cloud nine.

He wanted the night to be over. The first award of the live show was Best Rap Performance, and he knew that was an easy win. In fact, they were a lock on all four of those nominations because they were all in the rap category. For him, it was the solo ones, with the stiff competition in the RnB category, and him going up in the top four generic categories.

He was not worried. Like most artists, he was happy to get nominated. On top of all the nominations, he still had to present and perform.

He was performing "Sweatin Me" with Fact Iz and then going right into "Err'thang About Ya" with Ginger. Of course, as the Grammys do, song of the year was presented right after their performance and he was announced as the winner for that. He and Ginger had to come from behind the stage to accept the award.

"Yo, Ginger baby, you did it!" Icee was happy to let Ginger take the shine on this award, she deserved it.

"Oh my gosh! Thank you. Thank you, God, first and foremost. Thank you, Icee, for allowing me to be on this beautiful song you wrote for your girl. And Kitty, thank you for allowing me to sing this song with your man. Thank you, I love you girl!"

"I think everyone knows how I feel about her, so let me not get up here and get all lovey duvey. I mean, she came into my life and totally changed the game. Changed me and I am a better man for it. I would not be here tonight, on this stage, with this award, if it wasn't for her. Kitty, for real baby, it's just you and me. I love you."

Kitty was crying and dabbing at her eyes when they came back to their seats during a commercial break.

"Gin, look at yo girl," he said, gathering her in a hug. "I meant that shit baby."

Ginger came into the hug as well.

"I love y'all. Thank you so much, Kitty!"

"Stop making me cry like this," Kitty said, dabbing at her face.

"Kitty girl, let me touch up your make-up," Tennille said, coming over and powdering her face. "You better pull it together sis. When those cameras come back on, they gonna be all over you and you still need to look like a dime."

"My baby gonna look like a dime anyway," he said, kissing her neck. "You good?"

She nodded. "Do you have to keep going on stage mentioning me?"

"Every. Single. Damn. Time," he stated, holding her hand. "Get used to that, we got a couple more awards to go through."

They swept the rap categories, but he lost the best RnB performance and the best traditional RnB performance to Tempo. He won the best RnB album and best RnB song. Every time he went on that stage, he made sure to thank Kitty. People were probably tired of hearing her name, but he did not care. The top three generic awards were left.

Song of the Year was given to the writer of the song, he did not think he would get that because though everyone loved "Err'thang About Ya," all the other songs in that category were really hot pop songs. He won.

Best new artists award, he still didn't feel worthy of that. Sure, he fit the description, but it did not seem fair that he should win when others in that category were for real new artists. He won.

Album of the year award. He low-key wanted that one more than anything. That would prove he was beyond a rapper. Beyond a pretty face. Beyond that country little boy from Springfield, Missouri that hustled hard to get where he was today. He won.

"So look, my fans, thanks for hanging with me when a brotha switched it up from rapping to singing some love songs. You stuck with me and I'm grateful for that. To my fam Fact Iz, we family for life, holla, holla! My pops, Kitty, Craig, my mom, everybody in my life that has helped mold me to who I am. My new family, those sexy Kelly ladies, that's right, I said it. Keep watching them. Hey, I'm getting married and everybody is welcome to attend!" He laughed. "Naw, that's a joke, but I wish you all could. Thanks for this honor. Good night."

Now that it was all over, he was ready to celebrate like the Big Man he was.

"You want to hit up some of these parties tonight?" Icee asked as they made it to their limo.

"Why not? Everyone wants to see you tonight. Just get ready to smile and take a thousand pictures," she said, rubbing down his suit jacket. "We're going back to my suite to change, right?"

"Naw, how about we just go back to my place....and stay in."

"What? Icee, everyone is counting on you to attend these parties so they can celebrate with you. Me and Ginger will actually get to party this year because last year-"

"I told you I loved you and we made love all night long," he said with a grin. "I want a repeat of that."

She smiled and was about to say something but he stopped her with a kiss. "I love you, and I want you tonight. All night."

"O-okay," she said, biting her bottom lip.

"What's wrong?"

"I thought we were abstaining, till after we got married?"

"I know," he said, kissing those lips he loved. "But, we can make an exception to that rule, tonight. But if you don't wanta-"

"Oh, I want to!"

They made it to his L.A. house and they both could not keep their hands off each other. Kitty hurriedly tried to take off Icee's suit, and Icee had no idea how to get off Kitty's outfit. He ripped it in the process, but it wasn't like she was going to wear it again.

"Mmm, Icee," she said, rubbing his hard manhood once they were naked and in the bed.

"Imma bust Kitty if I don't pop off in you," he said. "Imma be a little rough but that's just gone be the first one."

He slid inside her as he took her mouth in his at the same time, thrusting in her wildly. They had abstained seven months, and it was great, but he needed her tonight. The way she made him feel when he made love to her just reiterated how special she was.

He kept looking at her with every thrust. She drove him crazy. The way she closed her eyes. The way she bit her lip. The soft moans of pleasure. When she touched his back and slid her hands down to his ass, he knew he was going to lose it quickly.

"Kitty stop, you're going to make me come quick." He moved her hands and held them above her head. "Tell me when you about to cum baby, cause I don't know how long I can hold mine in."

"Keep...going," she said breathlessly. "Don't...stop."

Kitty rolled her hips up to meet his and he groaned. "Damn Kitty, ugh..."

He bit down on his lip, thrust harder in her, and then exploded. He was never a five minute man, but going that long without sex, he excused himself for that. He collapsed on top of her, panting hard.

"Baby, my bad. We can go again in a minute."

"I'm good baby, it's okay," she said, wrapping her arms around him. "We can't wait that long before having sex again."

"Once we married Kitty, err'day!"

She giggled. "Really? Between your travel and my busy schedule."

"Err'day!" he said, rolling beside her in the bed and pulling her in his arms. "We'll find a way, I promise you."

"Stop making promises you can't keep," she said, kissing his chest. "We'll be fine because our relationship isn't about just sex. That's why we could go months and it still is great."

"How many more weeks before you are Mrs. Curtis?"

"About that," she said, sitting up a bit so she could look down at him. "What would you think if I kept my last name?"

Icee thought on it for a moment, then nodded his head. "I think it would make sense. Muh'fuckas barely knew my last name before I named my album "Who Iz Isaac Curtis" or that I was I.C. before I changed it to Icee. They don't know what the C stands for. But everybody knows about them sexy Kelly ladies now. Keep yo' name, I ain't mad."

"But I am changing my name, just not my last name. I'm changing my first name. To just Kitty. Kitty Kelly."

He grinned. "Okay. You already got that shit tatted on my double Ds here," he said, kissing her breasts.

"My sisters might kill me, but I think they will like that I'm keeping Kelly."

"You coulda hyphenated."

"Kitty Kelly-Curtis, yeah, three first names, that's a no."

She snuggled back under his arm, smelling his armpits like she liked to do.

"I'm getting my second wind, you ready for me baby."

***********

After going two more times last night, he woke up the next morning feeling more refreshed than he had in a long time. It had been a long week leading up to Grammy day. All that partying was catching up to him. Now Kitty lay close to him, naked, snoring like a sex kitten. Her fro all smooshed up, but he loved her morning hair. He watched her, how peaceful she seemed. He took a thumb and traced over her sexy lips. She rolled over and turned in the bed so her backside was brushing against him.

His manhood sprang to attention, and he wanted some more of her. Should he wake her?Should he just wait till she woke up on her own?

He lay there, letting her enjoy her slumber. He could just rub one out for himself. He wasn't strong enough to wait. He started kissing on her neck, his hand making its way between her thighs. His fingers digging inside her, she was wet and sticky. He kept massaging her as he ground against her backside.

"Mmmm," she moaned.

He sped up his movements in her, licking her neck.

"Icee..."

"You like that?"

"Icee, you said all night...it's morning."

"One more time and then I will leave you alone."

"No you won't but okay," she said, trying to turn around, but he stopped her.

"Naw, stay just like this baby," he said, taking himself and lifting her leg a bit so he could slide in from the back. She let out a soft moan while he held her and made love to her. "I can't get enough of you Kitty. I'm addicted to you."

"Feels good, I'm not complaining."

He held her and kissed her, cupping her breasts, grinding in her sensually.

"How many more weeks till you're my wife?"

"Six weeks baby."

"Six weeks till I can enjoy you like this again," he said, biting her neck.

"Yes."

"I better get my fill. Tell me what you like Kitty."

She giggled. "I'm from the Show Me Mo, better I show you."

She moved away from him, then got on top of him, pinning him down.

"I keep wondering why you think I'm some lil innocent girl because I chose to be celibate after a few wild years of fun." She slipped him inside her. "I know things Icee. Let me show you."

He was pleasantly surprised with what Kitty had to show him.

A/N: Grammy night was great! Icee declaring his love for Kitty over and over again. Them breaking their no sex rule though? I'm shocked they made it that long.