A/N: Hey guys! So, it's been a long time since I've posted anything new on here, and truthfully, I didn't think I ever would again. But, I've been wanting to write constantly as of late, I just couldn't think of any new ideas... so when I came across this already ready on my old laptop, along with the rest of the story completely planned out, I couldn't resist!

I can't promise that I'll update regularly, or that I'll even finish this story... but I'll try my best. I hope you all enjoy the first chapter (it's pretty short, but it's just a teaser I suppose ;D), and please don't forget to let me know what you think! :)

This Love Is Ours

Chapter 1

I stared at the blank white screen of my laptop, a sigh leaving my lips as I rested my head on my hand. This was hopeless. It was nearly 2am in the morning; I'd been here for three hours, yet nothing that I could write had come to mind. What was wrong with me? I was a published author. My newly released book was third on the best seller list... yet as I sat down to write my newest novel, nothing. My mind was a complete blank.

I rolled my eyes, reaching out and pulling my laptop closed. There was no point in staying up any longer if I wasn't being productive. Maybe after a few hours of sleep I'd have a whole new outlook on what I needed to do.

I stood up from the leather chair, stretching my arms above my head with a groan. Now that I thought about it, I was exhausted. I couldn't wait to crawl into my bed and sleep.

Just as I was about to head for my bedroom, a noise from downstairs stopped me in my tracks. I stood completely still, my eyes wide as I heard the sound of the front door opening and closing. Nobody but me should have been there right now. And at 2am, there was no way it was going to be someone I knew.

I picked up my phone from the desk, ready to dial 911 as soon as I was one hundred percent sure it was an intruder. I walked towards the door, slowly slipping out of the room and into the hallway. I stood at the top of the stairs, my heart pounding as I wondered whether I should take a chance and make my way down them... but I didn't need to. A large crash from the kitchen made me jump out of my skin, followed by a number of swear words from an all too familiar voice.

My fright seeped away in barely a few seconds, and I began to bound down the stairs as quickly as I could, nothing but excitement fuelling me. I dashed through the halls and skidded to a halt at the door to the kitchen, the sound of my footsteps causing the man inside to turn around. His eyes met mine, and he placed the protein shake he'd been mixing down beside him, a huge smile appearing on his lips.

"Rory? Why are you awake at this time?"

"I was writing. At least I was trying to," I shrugged my shoulders, itching to close the gap between us but not wanting to crowd him when he'd only been home for a few moments, "What are you doing here? You weren't supposed to be back for another day."

"Change of plans. The guy I was supposed to wrestle got injured, so they told me I could skip the show tonight."

He sounded disappointed, and my stomach slowly sank. I definitely wasn't disappointed, but it wasn't a nice feeling knowing he'd rather be there than here with me. You see, my boyfriend is a professional wrestler, meaning that he is constantly travelling around the country, if not the world, entertaining his fans. He gets to come home to me perhaps three days out of the week... and that's when I'm not on one of my book tours or he isn't in some other country thousands of miles away from me. It's hard work to say the least... but for him, I was willing to do anything.

"I'm sorry, Zack. I know how much you love to perform," I shook my head his way.

I watched as he shrugged his shoulders again, his eyebrow rising as he looked my way. It had been nearly a week since I'd seen him, he'd let his stubble grow out and his hair was that little bit darker... but he looked just as perfect as he had when he'd left. Maybe even more so.

"I don't mind when I have you to come home to," He smirked, raising a hand and holding it out to me, "So are you gonna stand over there all night or what?"

Shaking my head his way, I nearly ran towards him, diving into his arms as he held them out to me. The smell of his aftershave made me smile as I rested my chin in the crook of his neck, sighing contently.

"I missed you," His voice was muffled as he kissed my hair, and I pulled away slightly so that I could see him as I spoke. I nodded his way in agreement, running my fingers along his stubbled chin with a smile, "It gets harder every time I leave you."

"So don't leave," I shook my head his way. I tried to make it sound like I was joking... but honestly, I couldn't sound convincing when my heart wasn't in it. I'd do anything to have him stay home with me.

"Sometimes I wish that I didn't have to," He sighed, his hands finding either side of my face. He smiled, wrapping his hands into my light brown hair and tugging on it gently, "Maybe you should just come on the road with me?"

I pulled a face his way, expecting him to be joking, but as a sudden dawning grew across his features I began to grow slightly worried. He was only messing with me, right?

"What?" I eyed him suspiciously as a goofy smile appeared on his lips.

"That's it, babe. Right now is the perfect time. You have no more travelling to do, not until you're next book is ready... and you can write on the road." His hands fell to my shoulders and he shook me excitedly.

"Wait, Zack, stop," I shook my head, taking a step away from him. He frowned my way, and I felt terrible for turning him down... but this idea was completely insane, "You can't be serious. Not only will I never get any work done, but we've got to think about the financial side of things, our house, our..."

"So you're telling me you don't want to spend more time with me?"

I gaped his way, closing the gap I'd only just made and taking his hands in mine as I shook my head frantically.

"Don't be ridiculous, of course I do."

"Then come with me," He shook his head, his eyes pleading with mine, "Just think of all the time we'll have together. And I promise I'll leave you alone when you write. I just... I just need to be around you, Rory."

He moved closer to me, his fingers caressing my own before he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me flush against his body as his lips met my own. He kissed me softly, teasing my entire body as he pulled at my bottom lip with his teeth. I moaned against his mouth, wanting nothing more than to drag him up the stairs and have my way with him after we'd been apart for so long... but I knew he wasn't going to let that happen.

"Please say yes," He whispered, now only placing butterfly kisses against my lips.

I knew it was going to be a bad idea, especially where my career was involved... but could I ever say no to an offer like the one he was giving me? Not only was it a chance to see the world, but it was a chance to be with my boyfriend constantly. The prospect of getting to spend even a full week with him made me giddy. We'd been dating a year and a half now, living together for the past six months of it... and we'd not even gotten to do that so far.

But if I travelled with him, then I'd get to spend as much time with him as I wanted. And like he said, I could still write. It wasn't like I'd be without technology.

"When do we leave?" I finally asked, a small smile appearing on my lips.

Zack grinned, leaning in and placing a long kiss on my mouth before he spoke.

"In two days. Maybe you should start packing now; I know what you're like."

"Oh shut up," I playfully punched his arm, laughing as he chuckled my way. I rolled my eyes as I wrapped my arms around him once again, hugging him tightly, "I can't wait."

"Me neither. It's gonna be amazing," He shook his head, his hands finding my cheeks and his perfect hazel eyes never leaving mine, "I love you, you know that right?"

"I know, Zack. And I love you."