Hey ya'll, I'm so sorry it's been SO long since I've updated. I know I promised a few weeks ago, but a friend of my familys passed away about a month ago and I didn't feel like I could keep writing while I was dealing with it. At least not on this story. But last night I started working on it again and here is chapter ten! I hope you haven't given up on this story because I haven't given up on writing it...

"It's just not want I wanted to wake up to that's all." Nick continued. They had been fighting on and off over the phone for about an hour. Nick was in LA but had plans to fly out to Georgia tomorrow to surprise his Miley, but right now she probably didn't even want him there.

"Look, baby, things like this are always going to come up. If you can't be okay with that then there's always going to be a weird space between us." She reasoned.

"I know. I know you're right but do know how hard it is to watch some other dude feel up my girlfriend for the whole world to see? I mean even I can't do that and I'm the one you're actually with."

He tried to sound level headed but by the end of his sentence anger rose inside of him and he couldn't help but take it out on Miley. By this point she was getting a little annoyed. She understood, obviously. But what was the big deal? Its not like it was her decision whether or not she had to kiss him. But Nick wouldn't understand that. She heard a knock on the door, signaling that she had two minutes until she was needed on set.

"Nick I can't talk about this right now I really need to go on shoot." She thought she heard him mutter "as usual" on the other end, but decided to let it go. "Okay I'm sorry. But there's nothing I can do. I'll call you when I get off for the day, alright?"

"Mhm. I'll talk to you later babe." He hung up, sounding annoyed. Even though they both knew they would be fine, moments like this made Miley wonder how the distance would impact their relationship. But right now she needed to be focused. She walked out of her trailer and walked onto set, hoping that things would somehow magically work themselves out.

They didn't. In fact, when Miley called Nick later than night, their fight was way worse than before.

"It's not my fault! I'm gone for three months Nick. That's it. You're almost always gone. I never see you and I never complain about it and now for the first time when I have to do something for myself, you make me feel like I'm an awful person? Like I should feel guilty for working? Fine. If that's how you want to play it, then I'm sorry for being so selfish." She yelled sarcastically. Obviously she wasn't sorry. She wasn't doing anything wrong.

"That's not fair Miley!" he said forcefully. "You know that's not what I meant. And don't try to flip this around on me. I'm just trying to be with you. To make this work again but clearly you don't want that."
"I don't want that?! Are you kidding?! Excuse me but last time I checked I wasn't the one who ended this relationship the first time and then shook it off like it was just some… oh how did you put it? 'young, immature relationship.' I don't need to try to flip this on you, Nick, because you're the one starting it. I can't talk right now I have to get up early and I don't want to be tired. Its already getting late here" It was a complete lie, Miley didn't have to be at work until 6pm the next day because they were shooting a night scene. In fact, she should probably have stayed up all night and slept all day so she would be ready, but she didn't feel like continuing this argument much longer.

"So you're ignoring this just like you always do." He said, frustration in his voice. It sounded like he was outside somewhere. In a restaurant, maybe. "We'll talk tomorrow. I love you, Miley," he continued. She paused. No matter what situation they were in, or how bad their current fight was, they had never gone to bed without at least saying 'I love you.' Maybe she didn't completely feel it at the time, but there was no way she could ever deny not always loving him with 100% of herself.

"I love you too" was the last thing she said before going to sleep that night. Not that she really slept at all. She tossed and turned in a fitful state all night trying not to think about the harsh words they had exchanged. She didn't really mean it. She was just angry. But Nick didn't know that. And what if he thought she actually meant everything she said? What if he had meant everything he said? Did he actually resent her that much? She closed her eyes and saw his face staring back at her. She could almost feel his arms wrap around her from behind and whisper in her ear, "I forgive you. We're okay. Now go to sleep and don't worry yourself about this. You don't want to be running late tomorrow." Just the thought of his body lying next to hers made her feel safe and loved. But when she turned her head and saw nothing but a pillow, the feeling disappeared.

Nick got off the plane at 2 30am and by the time he was in the taxi, it was a difficult task to keep his eyes from drooping. He decided to take a nap on the way to Miley's so that once he got there he would actually be able to apologize, rather than just collapse at her front door. Though he imagined her taking care of him afterwards wouldn't be all that bad. When he woke up, he felt rested and ready to grovel. It was still dark out and he guessed it was probably around 3 30am. After grabbing his bags out of the taxi, Nick paid the driver and looked up at the big house. Miley had told him her room was overlooking the garden, so he walked to the side of the house and picked up at handful of pebbles. One by one, he threw them lightly at the window, being careful not to break anything.

As Miley lay in bed she could hear a faint tapping on the window. Looking up, confused and slightly annoyed she got up and walked across the room. Opening the shudders, Miley looked down to see Nick, standing in the heavy night air waiting for her to forgive him. She opened the window and stuck her head out.

"Are you serious?!" she asked, still shocked from the sight of him.

"Are you?! What if I had been some creepy stalker, trying to get a look at you. You can't be so trusting of everyone Miley!" she rolled her eyes and Nick saw her head disappear from his view. Seconds later, she came running out the front door into his arms. Jumping into his arms and wrapping her legs around his waist she met his lips with her own and kissed him hungrily. He moved his arms down and held her lower back tightly. When she took her lips away from his he looked up at her and smiled.

"God I missed that." He said. She giggled and smiled back at him.

"Really?" she asked sarcastically. "I had no idea."

"Miley I'm so sorry" he blurted out, suddenly remembering his purpose for coming there. "I never meant to be that stupid jealous boyfriend that-"

"You weren't." she cut him off. "It was nothing"

"But I don't want you to think I don't trust you," he continued.

"I don't!" she answered quickly.

"You mean everything to me and I promise I won't bother you with my irrational fears anymore."

"Nick!" she yelled laughing. "Its okay! I'm not mad. I… you're here! I can't believe this!" Miley couldn't try to hide her excitement. Nick was her everything. Thinking she would be away from him for so long was something she almost couldn't bare. She crashed her lips onto his and slipped her tongue into his mouth once again. She pulled her arms tighter around his neck and moaned into his mouth before he pulled away. After getting a seconds breath she moved her lips to his neck and began sucking and biting it lightly.

"Looks like you missed me too" he said, thoroughly enjoying what she was doing.

"Mmh" she smiled on his neck and sent chills down his back as her lips vibrated against his skin.

"Um, Mi" he said after a moment. "As amazing as that feels, I think we have visitors." She pulled her face away from his neck and looked up noticing the three pre-teen girls looking on from the upstairs window in the house across from hers, staring in shock at the teenagers. They were probably pulling an all-nighter, dreaming about what their first kiss would be like and Miley felt a little sentimental towards them. Miley waved and smiled at them sarcastically, which sent them into a giggling fit.

"My room?" she asked. When she tried to stand on her own two feet again, Nick kept his grip on her and insisted on carrying her into her bedroom.

"You seriously think I'm going to let you go after we've been apart for this long. Not even close, babe." He whispered in her ear as he walked up the stairs, both of them being careful not to wake Noah or her Mother.

"What about your bags?" she whispered back, as Nick closed the bedroom door with his foot.

"Later. Right now I'm all yours." With that, Miley pushed her body forward and forced Nick forward onto her bed. He fell backward onto her bed with a soft thud, making them both laugh as she lowered herself onto him kissing him roughly. He scooted them further up the bed so his head was on her pillows. Holding him tightly against her body he dug his hands into her hips and moaned into her mouth. She pulled her lips away long enough to pull his shirt off and over his head before connecting them again. She rubbed her hands over his toned abs and chest. He'd really grown up in the past few months. Nicks hands ran over her chest and down to the hem of her tight t-shirt. She rubbed his arms as if to grant him permission. She sat up slightly and he pulled the shirt over he head, giving her Goosebumps from the sudden cold air. Unfortunately for him, she'd fallen sleep with a bra on that night. Fortunately, however, it was cheetah print and black lace. Unable to control himself any longer, he turned them over and pushed himself onto her even harder than before, kissing her rough and fast.

"I love you" she breathed out. He looked at her, his hand around her rib and kissed from the bottom of her wire bra up and around her breast until he reached her neck, sucking it lightly.

"I love you too." They both paused for a moment, looking into each other's eyes before Miley reached down and touched the top of Nick's jeans, sliding her fingers so they were bent half way into his pants. "Miley…" he warned, half moaning.

But she didn't stop. Instead, she pulled her free hand from his hair down to his pants as well. She violently un-did the button on his jeans and pulled the zipper down pushing his pants along with it. When she couldn't push them down any further she used her legs to pull them down and Nick kicked them off when they reached his ankles. She wrapped her legs around him and bit his ear gently, moaning his name into it and sending him through the roof. When she felt him getting hard over her she giggled. He placed his hands on her tummy and tried to catch his breath as he was still dizzy from the effect she had on him.

"Miley… what are we doing." She looked down at his body, lying on top of hers and a smile spread across her face.

"I don't know. Having fun..." She said playfully, slipping a hand in his boxers. He jumped at the sudden contact and she laughed, loudly. He put his lips on hers to stifle the noise, which always made him smile.

"Don't you think we should at least talk about this first?" he reasoned with her, pulling away.

"I don't know," she said. "Don't be so shy, baby! Its nothing I haven't seen before… I just need you," she continued, seriously now. She dug her nails into his back and he met her lips once again. He didn't care what they were doing anymore. The truth was he couldn't control it. He needed her even more. He kissed her rougher than before, biting her lips and taking her wrists in his hands and pulling them to either side of the bed. Every curve of her body fit into his perfectly. Always the yin to the others yang, Miley grew conscience of their actions now. When she felt him hard against her thigh she pulled away.

"Stop… Nick." She gasped, out of breath. He looked up at her and stopped. "You're right. We should talk about this first."

"Okay. I'm all ears."

"Well… not all ears." She teased looking down, referencing his new 'best friend.'

"Way to ruin the moment, Mi."

"Okay I'm sorry. I just. I'm not ready to, you know…"
"Of course. Me either. I wasn't expecting that, babe."

"Okay. Good. Because I want you. Believe me I really do but," she paused, "I can't give myself to you right now. I'm sorry." She finished, looking a little disappointed.

"Baby that's okay." He said, brushing her arm reassuringly. "Hey," he said, locking her eyes, "I don't need anything more than you already give me." She smiled and kissed his lips gently. "But maybe I could give you something" he continued. "You know, we never really got time to um, finish, the other day. In your room…before we got, well, interrupted." They both blushed at the memory.

"Yeah…" Miley said, catching on. "I think you're right. So remind me again, what were you gonna do to me?"

"Anything you want me to, pretty girl." He smiled at her rubbing his fingers across her small tummy.

"Well in that case…" she said, pulling her short pajama shorts down exposing her thin navy blue thong against her tanned, smooth skin. He kissed her gently and rubbed her upper thigh lightly. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him gently on the lips anticipating what he would do. He looped his finger around the band of her underwear pulling them off. She breathed out heavily as his eyes bore into her. "Baby…" she said quietly. He chuckled at her impatience.

"Don't worry, I'm getting there." He slowly moved his fingers closer and closer to her until hand was an inch away from her. He slipped a finger in her, covering her mouth with his as she shivered from the unexpected feeling he gave her. As he explored the area she did her best to suppress the moan she felt rising in her chest. As he continued rubbing her faster and faster, she put her hands behind her head to grab onto the pillow she was currently resting on. He looked up at her, both of them clearly enjoying the interaction

"Can I?" he asked. She nodded, completely unsure of just what he was asking. But at that point, anything he did to her would have been just fine. He pulled her thong off completely with one hand, exposing her to him for the first time. She felt a feint blush rise to her cheeks although she really didn't care much. She felt completely comfortable around Nick. He moved downwards and slipped his tongue in, sending her through the roof.

"Oh my god… Nick." It didn't take long before her whole body heated up and shook with pleasure. He moved his way back up to her face, planting gentle kisses on her stomach as he did so. When he was finally looking her in the eye he spoke.

"How was it?"

"Seriously? You have to ask that question?" he didn't say anything, just smiled slightly as her heart melted. "It was amazing" she said, cupping his face in her hands. "I love you so much."

"I love you so much." He replied. He moved up and put his arms around her so she could fall asleep in his arms, perfectly happy.

There you go! A little more graphic than I usually write.. was it okay with everyone? Please let me know and review!