Ch. 7

Author's Note: Disclaimer: Several quotes in this chapter are taken from the movie The Notebook. I do not own the rights to these quotes nor the names of the characters. Both are property of their respective owners.

August 16th, 2008

He heard the knock at the door and jumped to his feet to answer. When he pulled the wooden door aside and saw her standing in front of him, he definitely had to do a double take. He just stood there staring at her in amazement. The shock and surprise was written all over his face. She just smiled back at him, loving the reaction she was receiving. When his shock quickly turned to desire, she gave him a shy smile in return as she crossed her legs slightly.

"Aren't you going to ask me to come in?" she teased.

"Oh, yeah," he replied clearly still in shock. Within a few moments he stepped aside making room for her to enter, his eyes glued to her figure the entire time.

She knew he would still be staring when she walked in, so she put a little bounce in her step just for him. She turned to face him, and he was still gawking at her. She couldn't stay silent any longer. "What?" she asked his eyes still fixed on her.

"Nothin'. Ya just look… wow," he stammered.

"You didn't think I would really wear it did you?" she replied.

"Honestly, no I really didn't. I mean I've seen ya since that day at the beach…"

"Yes, but this is our first date night since our date at the beach. That and it took me a while to get it ready," she said with a smile.

She was wearing the t-shirt he had bought her with a very short pleated skirt and knee high black-heeled boots just as he had requested. Although, the t-shirt looked nothing like it had the day he bought it. She had slashed the sleeves off and slashed the top creating braided straps. She also cut out the neckline, so now it appeared as more of a tank top than a t-shirt. She had cut the side seams as well, slashing the material and tying little knots all the way down the side, so that the shirt really clung to her body. Lastly, she had cut the hem very short. It was short enough to barely touch the waistband of her skirt.

"Wow, I really never thought ya would wear it," he replied again.

"You didn't think I would look this good in it either did you?" she questioned clearly amused.

"No, and boy was I wrong," he spoke. He moved closer to her claiming her lips in his as his hands found her lower back. She pulled back and smiled up at him.

"Glad you liked my surprise," she stated.

"Like? That don't begin ta cover it," he replied.

"What's all this for?" she asked as she turned to see an array of ingredients and kitchen utensils sprawled across the counter.

"Well, I thought we could make dinner together," he explained.

"Sounds like fun. What are we making?" she questioned.

"I was hopin' ta make pizza," he answered.

" Great, I love that plan. Have you ever made pizza?" she wondered aloud.

"No, I haven't. I got some directions out of a cookbook and thought we could learn together," he stated.

"Can't wait," she answered.

"First, we have to sprinkle the yeast in with the water," he explained reading from the instructions.

She grabbed the liquid measuring cup and handed in over to him after filling it.

"Okay, now we need ta mix the flour in with the water and yeast."

She began to measure the flour and add it into the bowl. She turned to look at him, and he couldn't contain his laughter.

"What?" she replied obviously unaware of the cause of his laughter.

"You've got flour all over your cheek," he explained.

"Oh," she said with an embarrassed smile. She tried to brush it off, but she clearly just made it worse.

"Here let me get it for ya," he said. He came up to her and pulled her close to him. He began to softly brush it off of her face with one hand, while the other behind his back made it's way into the bowl of extra flour. He swiftly pulled his hand out of the bowl and placed it on her other cheek.

"Now they match," he said with a laugh.

"You did not just do that," she replied trying to sound upset but failing miserably.

"Oh, I think I did," he replied.

She quickly reached into the bowl pulling out a handful of flour. He started to laugh hysterically as he said to her, "I know ya won't do that."

"Oh, I won't, will I?" she retorted before throwing it directly at his face.

He began to laugh even harder now exclaiming, "I didn't think ya would really do that."

He then pulled her close to him enclosing her in his arms. She playfully struggled against him as he tried to kiss her, his face still covered in flour.

"No, don't," she said through a fit of laughter.

He gently kissed her, and then proceeded to rub his face all over hers.

"Stop, you getting it all over me," she laughed.

"Yeah, I know that's kinda the point," he teased.

After he was satisfied that she looked about as covered as he did, he pulled back as both of them continued to be in a fit of laughter.

"I'm still going ta get you back for that ya know," he stated.

"I thought you just did," she replied.

"Oh, no. You've still got more coming your way."

"I'm not afraid," she answered as she smiled back at him.

When he had successfully blended the mixture, she informed him that the next step was to knead the dough.

"Stick your hands in that bowl of flour and come here," he told her.

She stepped towards him, and he put the dough in her hands. He quickly stuck his hands in the bowl of flour and stepped behind her. He wrapped his arms around her, as he placed his hands on top of the dough.

"You use the heel of your hands and push the dough away from ya. Like this," he showed her.

"I thought you said you had never done this before," she spoke.

"I haven't made a pizza before, but I have cooked before," he said with a laugh. "You aren't really much on cooking are you?" he questioned with a teasing grin.

"What makes you say that?" she responded.

"Just seems like you haven't really done much of it before is all," he answered.

"I haven't," she said with a laugh. "It's not really my forte, but I'm having fun doing it with you."

"I think we make a great team."

"I would have to agree," she said.

He loved the feel of her in his arms, and he slowly bent down and placed several kisses along her jaw-line. She began to lean into him letting out a soft moan. He was eager to move this over to the couch, but he knew they needed to finish the dough first or they would never eat. The dough had to sit for forty-five minutes before they could even begin to cook the pizza. He pressed his finger into the dough and the indentation remained.

"It's ready," he stated.

"Hmm?" she said clearly still in a daze.

"The dough is ready ta rise. Can ya grab the plastic wrap over there?" he asked.

When she turned her back, he stuck his hand back in the bowl of flour. He approached her and grabbed her playfully from behind. She gasped a little from being caught off guard, and then turned slightly and saw what he had done.

"I can't believe you just did that!" she screamed at him.

"Now we are even," he replied.

"We most certainly are not!" she called back at him. "You have just ruined this skirt. It's now got flour all over it in the shape of your hand."

"I didn't ruin anythin'. Besides I would be happy to brush it off for you…" he teased.

"I don't think so," she replied unable to hide a slight grin.

As he approached her, she ran from him laughing so hard she could barely breath. He cut her off on her way into the living room and tackled her onto the couch. As he lay on top of her, he couldn't help but notice how beautiful she was. They quickly lost themselves as his mouth found hers. His right hand wrapped around her lower back, as his left held him above her. She arched her back thrusting herself towards him. Her hands cupped his face, as their lips continued to connect. He moved his free hand down her body and rested in on her inner thigh, gently moving his thumb in small circles. His touch set sparks through her, as she gasped into his mouth.

Her left hand found his shoulder, as her right hand moved through his soft locks. Suddenly, his lips left hers, and he began to place kisses along her jaw-line and down her neck. When his lips reached collarbone, she could take it no longer and a contented sigh left her lips. Her verbal expression set his body ablaze, as he longed to touch her even more intimately.

His free hand moved to gently caress her breast, and she closed her eyes and leaned her head back as she bit her lower lip trying to remain silent. He knew his touch was driving her crazy, and it made him tremble inside. He slowly moved his hand back down to her thigh. As his touch set her skin on fire, he moved his hand closer and closer towards her center. He wondered how far she would let him take this. His lips once again claimed hers, as lips and tongues met in an embrace full of desire.

As his thumb reached under the black lace barrier, her eyes opened wide. She took a deep breath, and her hand reached out to grip his arm. He opened his eyes and looked down into hers. He knew without words that he needed to back down, so he moved his hand back down her thigh and then swiftly up to her waist. Her body immediately relaxed again, as she claimed his lips with hers. This time he could feel her passion, her desire for him, as she led the kiss in a way she never had before. She softly bit his lower lip before pulling back to stare into his eyes.

"You're amazin'. Ya know that?" he asked smiling down at her.

"I love you," she replied.

"I love you too," he answered back.


"So, ya brought the movie didn't you?" he asked as they sat at his table eating the pizza they had created together.

"Yep," she replied. "However, you shouldn't have let me pick it out."

"I shouldn't have?" he questioned.

"No, you shouldn't have," she answered.

"Why, what is it?" he wanted to know.

"It's a surprise," she teased.

"Alright, now I'm dying ta know. What is it?"

She took it from her purse and tossed it over to him.

"Oh, seriously?" he said with a laugh.

"Hey, you told me to pick out any movie and bring it over."

"I told ya to pick out one of your favorite movies," he corrected.

"That is one of my favorite movies," she retorted.

"The Notebook is one of your favorite movies? It's so sappy," he said with a laugh.

"And you've seen it then?" she replied not convinced at all.

"Well, not exactly…" he stammered.

"I knew it!" she exclaimed. "You have to watch it all the way through before you decide what you think of it."

"Ya think so, huh?" he questioned.

"Yes, and you forgot the most important part."

"Oh, yeah what's that?" he responded.

"I'll be sitting next to you," she said with the most seductive smile he had ever seen her use. He couldn't deny that he loved that look on her face.


"The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more. That plants a fire in our hearts, and brings peace to our minds. And that's what you've given me. That's what I'd hoped to give to you forever. I love you. I'll be seeing you Noah."

As the words from the movie filled the room, he looked down at Michaela to see her mouthing the words along with Noah. He couldn't help but smile to himself. This really must be her favorite movie.


"Why didn't you write me? Why? It wasn't over for me. I waited for you for seven years and now it's too late."

"I wrote you 365 letters. I wrote you everyday for a year."

"You wrote me?"

"Yes. It wasn't over. It still isn't over," Noah spoke before he grabbed Allie and kissed her with all the love in his heart.

As the words rang through the room, Sully glanced down at Michaela only to see her staring back at him. He knew what she was thinking. It was the same thing he was thinking. It was the kind of kiss they both recognized. The kind of love they both recognized. It was the one they had in real life.

As the credits began to roll, he looked over at her to see soft tears rolling down her cheek.

"Hey, why are you cryin'?" he asked.

"It's just so sweet. I cry every time," she answered.

He wiped the tears from her cheek with his thumb. "I agree. It was a great movie," he stated.

He was thinking he was lucky he didn't end up in tears as well. He knew what he was about to say might sound silly, but he knew she would understand. He also knew he really wanted to say it. "That's how I feel about you, ya know. When he said to Allie, 'I want all of you, forever, you and me, every day.' That's exactly the way I feel. I want to spend the rest of my days with you. I love you," he spoke from the bottom of his heart.

"Oh, Sully that is one of the sweetest things you have ever said to me. And I love you too," she replied.

She gently pulled his face towards hers, and their lips met in a gentle kiss. She broke the contact, and then swung her right leg over him as she climbed onto his lap. He stared at her deeply in love with this side of her that wanted to take some control. His hands came to rest on her waist, and he began to slowly lift her shirt hoping she wouldn't stop him. Much to his surprise she lifted her arms up, and he swiftly lifted her shirt off and tossed it to the floor.

He gazed longingly at her beauty. The only thing between his eyes and her chest was a black lace bra that showed off her assets to the fullest. He knew trying to remove it would be pushing his luck, but he was more than happy to simply admire her that way. After all, the way she was sitting on top of him made it hard not to stare. As she wrapped her arms around his neck, she looked into his deep blue eyes. Her hands found the hem of his shirt and she began to lift it off of him. She threw it to the ground quickly, and as her eyes were taking him in her arms found his neck again.

Their lips met in the familiar embrace of passion, love, and desire. Their tongues came together, as their enthusiasm for each other drove them onward. She arched herself forward, and when her chest connected with his skin, the intimate contact sent him flying. He could feel her moving against his thighs, as her hands caressed his bare chest. It was just too much. She was too much. He had to make her stop, but it was so hard. It was so hard to even think, much less speak. She tore her lips from his and began to place hot kisses down his neck and across his chest. He let out a groan, as a voice in the back of his head chided him. You promised her, you have to stop this now.

"Michaela," he said with frustration apparent in his voice. " You got ta stop that."

"Hmmm," she replied not really listening to him. He softly gripped her shoulders, pulling her back. As her lips left his chest, she looked back at him with confusion in her eyes.

"Sorry, but ya gotta stop that," he said even though it pained him.

"I'm sorry," she said with sadness and pain in her eyes.

"No, don't be sorry," he replied with love and admiration in his voice.

"Did I do something wrong?" she asked still visibly troubled.

"No! Oh God, no," he exclaimed. "It was incredible. You are amazin'. It's just if ya kept doing that, it would be really hard ta stop. It was a little too incredible, if you know what I mean.

She looked down at him, blushing. "I'm sorry," she replied. She felt bad for getting him excited like that, when she knew they couldn't finish their encounter the way he would have liked to.

"I already told ya don't be sorry," he replied. Though very sexually frustrated, he didn't want to show her that.

"Okay," she said with a smile.

"Don't you forget how good ya are at that," he said with a sly smile.

"I won't," she said with a shy look as she slid down to sit next to him.

"I should leave…" she trailed off. She didn't want to go, but she knew it would be best.

"Don't you dare," he replied. He put his arm around her pulling her close.

"You're not going anywhere. We'll just cool it for a while," he stated.

"I love you, Sully," she smiled back affectionately.

"I love you too, forever," he replied looking down at the women in his arms. She really was his soul mate. She was his future, his forever.


August 30th, 2008

"What's wrong?" he questioned. She looked like she had been worrying about something all day.

"Nothing. Let's go," she answered a little too quickly.

"We aren't goin' anywhere till ya tell me what's wrong," he answered with determination.

"I don't want to ruin a perfectly good evening over nothing."

"You're not ruining anythin'. How about we stay here tonight? We can order some food in, and you can tell me what's botherin' ya," he suggested.

"No, I don't want to ruin what you have planned," she answered.

"It was nothin' special. Just dinner. I just wanted to spend time with ya. So, tell me what's got ya so upset?" he pressed again.

"Do you remember, Joey?" she began.

He gave her a puzzled look, as he tried to remember whom she was talking about.

"The guy we ran into that day at the beach?" she ventured hoping he would recall.

"Oh yeah," he said with a hint of anger in his voice.

Oh, he remembered him all right. The name just didn't sound familiar at first. He didn't like where this was headed. The fact that she was still thinking about this guy weeks later wasn't a good sign.

"Well… it's nothing really," she stammered.

He was trying not to panic. She hadn't said anything yet that he needed to worry about. However, he knew something wasn't right.

"He's just been calling me like crazy for a while now, and he's been sending text messages and emails. I've answered a few of his calls, and I told him I was with you now. I explained that I wasn't interested in talking to him and asked him to stop calling. However, he persisted. It was becoming a real problem, so I called the phone company and had his number blocked. I stopped opening emails he sent as well. But today… today I received a letter in the mail…" she said.

Then, she handed him a single white piece of paper. It had five, simple, typed words written on it, I know where you live.

"There was no return address, nothing to tie it to Joey. I just have a bad feeling about this…" she spoke about to fall apart any minute.

The panic in his heart grew, as a new feeling of fear crept over him. This letter bothered him as well.

"Michaela, why didn't ya tell me about this?" he responded as anger began to rise inside of him.

"I'm telling you now," she responded.

"Yeah, but ya didn't want to! I had to drag it out of ya!" he exclaimed quickly becoming frustrated.

"I just thought… I thought I was overreacting," she said as tears began to fall from her eyes.

He immediately felt terrible for appearing so angry with her for not sharing this with him sooner.

"But now seeing that look in your eyes, I know I wasn't," she spoke with a sob.

"Hey, I'm sorry I got upset with ya. I just don't think we should keep things from each other," he tried to explain.

"You're right. I'm sorry," she stammered through her tears.

"It's okay," he said pulling her into his arms. "Please tell me ya reported this to the police?"

"Yes, I filled a report. But with no evidence to tie him to the letter, they said there isn't anything they can do. They said that he hasn't threatened me, so other than filling a report there was nothing they could do," she explained.

Anger was once again boiling inside of him. Wow, some help they are. He wanted to yell and scream. He wanted to find Joey and tell him to leave her alone. He wanted to tell this guy to get lost and go back to Boston. However, he knew he had to stay calm right now for her. The last thing she needed right now was for him to overreact.

"I'm scared he's going to come after me…" she cried.

"Hey," he said taking her face in his hands. "Look at me. I'm not goin' to let him hurt ya, alright? I promise ya. So, what if he knows where ya live? I do, too. In fact, I live incredibly close. He's not going ta get near you," he spoke with force.

"Promise?" she responded.

"I promise. No one's goin' to hurt ya. I love you too much to let that happen," he spoke gently.

"I love you, too," she whispered as she cried in his arms.

He held her close, feeling her tears falling down his chest. He knew with all of his heart that he would do anything to protect her. He wasn't going to let this guy come anywhere near her. She suddenly shifted looking up at him.

"Will you stay here with me tonight?" she whispered.

"Of course," he smiled back down at her.

Later that night, she fell asleep in his arms to the steady beat of his heart. He gazed down at her and couldn't help but notice how peaceful she looked. He knew he wanted many more nights like this… laying in each other's arms. Thoughts of a future with Michaela danced in his head as he drifted off to sleep…