A/N: Sitting here writing on a cold and rainy day here in Belgium. I miss summer so much already and it isn't even officially Fall. My kid is teething and being a little monster, but luckily I got her down for a rare nap.

Funny thing. When working on the last chapter I hadn't realized how much their age difference was until I did the math. (Basing the story in 2015) I then realized it was a 14 year difference. Fun fact my actual husband and myself have a 14 year age difference.

Changing the rating of the story…

Sober

Chapter 10

As I predicted the trip ended too quickly. We had arrived back in San Diego. I sat in the car looking out of the window. I sighed. I wasn't ready to be back. It had felt so great to be away from everything and to relax for once. I realized we were on our way to my dad's place. As much as I didn't want to live alone I was over living at home. I wanted to feel like an adult again. I missed being able to do what I wanted without always being questioned about it. My dad had been cool with Nick coming over all the time, but it was just strange having my boyfriend come to see me at my parent's place. I felt like I was 15 rather than 30.

"Can we go to your place?" I asked.

"You don't want to go home?" Nick asked.

"Not right now. I want to spend the day with you." I said truthfully. After spending the last full five days with him the thought of separating made me sad.

"Alright." He answered. I sat back and let him drive. When we arrived at his house he unloaded both our suitcases and took them inside. I followed behind him. I sat down on his couch and watched him open up the windows to air the house. He was everything I wanted and everything I needed in one person. As I watched him I smiled. He turned to me and saw me smiling at him. He smiled back as he made his way to the couch. He sat down next to me and pulled me onto his lap. His arms were around me as he held me close.

"Thank you." I said looking him in the eyes. "Thank you for being my rock through all of this even when I shut you out. Thanks for going slow with me. I've loved getting to know you better and building our relationship purely on communication and quality time. I appreciate everything you do for me and you make me into a better me."

"You're welcome, but truthfully you make me into a better me. You are sweet and so kind. You have a wild spirit that I admire about you. You march to the beat of your own drum. I'm always going to be at your side because I know that is my calling." He said to me before pulling me into a kiss. I remembered this kiss. This was the way we kissed the last time we were really together that time he made love to me like never before. That was like the last time before my attack. It had been just over 2 months since my attack and he stayed with me through everything even without that physical part of our relationship.

"I love you." I said happily.

"I will always and forever love you." He said looking me in the eyes. I knew he meant every word and it made my heart sing.

"I've been thinking." I started. He looked at me intensely. "I want to move out of my dad's place. I mean it is great and all, but I'm an adult and it is so strange having you there and spending the night. I feel like they watch my every move. I know my dad and Alice mean well, but I can't take it anymore. The thing is I am not quite ready to live on my own. I know Amanda has been looking for a new place. I thought maybe I could be her roommate. I just don't want to live alone."

"Or maybe you can just move in with me." He said without any hesitation.

"Are you sure?" I asked seriously. This would be a huge move in our relationship. I was afraid that moving in together would break us apart, but I wanted to be with him always.

"I'm more than sure. Move in." he said.

"Ok." I answered with a smile. We were going to be living together. I was going to be with the man I loved always and I was so excited. I couldn't wait to add my touch to his place.

It didn't take long to move in as most of my things at my dad's place were still in boxes. Since Nick had to work my dad helped me transport my things. I sat in the house alone with Sam. I couldn't believe that I was officially living with the man of my dreams now. He made me so happy that nearly everyday I felt like it was a dream. I wanted our first night living together to be special. I went to the store and got everything to make a nice dinner for the two of us. I even bought myself a new dress. I was feeling good. When I heard the front door open I was excited. I made my way out of the kitchen into the living room where I saw Nick petting Sam.

"Welcome home babe." I said sweetly.

"This is the absolute best way to come home. I should have had you move in a long time ago." He said as he made his way to me. He pulled me close and kissed me gently. "It smells great in here."

"Dinner is nearly done." I said looking up at him.

"Let me put my things away and I will be right in." he said as he let go of me. I watched him disappear up the hall. I went back into the kitchen and did the final steps to finish up dinner. He walked in just as I was sitting our plates on the table.

"Perfect timing." I said as I sat down and poured both of us a glass of wine. This was how life should be. At the end of the day sharing dinner and a glass of wine with the man I loved. This was perfect. I had really grown with him and had become a new person and I loved who I had become.

"This looks amazing." He noted as he sat down with me.

"Do you recognize the meal?" I asked. He looked down at the plate and then I saw him smile.

"It is what we made during our first date." He said.

"Yep." I said cheerfully. "I wanted to make something special for our first night living together."

After dinner he helped me clean up. It was the perfect dinner. Everything about it was perfect for our first night living together as a couple. We sat on the couch with our wine. I finished off my glass and leaned onto him. He ran his fingers through my hair. He pulled me to where I was facing him. He then pulled me into a kiss. It was that kiss again. I felt something I hadn't felt in a long time. I felt like I wanted him, actually I needed him. I deepened the kiss. He seemed to be taken by surprise, but he continued to kiss me. I pulled away from him and looked him in the eyes.

"Let's go to the bedroom." I said. He looked at me concerned.

"Are you sure?" he asked as he caressed my cheek.

"More than sure." I answered giving him a smile. "I want to get back to normal. Back to us."

He pulled me into a passionate kiss. I was quickly taken away. I knew in that moment that I really wanted him. He picked me up and carried me into our bedroom. He gently lied me on the bed. He lied down next to me. I gave him a smile. This was going to be the first time in a long time, but I knew that I wanted it. He grabbed me and pulled me on top of him. I bent down and kissed his lips gently. I could feel his hands slip under my dress. I missed this, but at the same time I was nervous. That night at my house with Mark had changed me so much. I tried my best to banish those thoughts and memories from my mind. I wanted to make new and happy memories.

I felt his fingers slip under the elastic of my panties. I couldn't help, but smile against his lips. He slipped my panties down my legs. I assisted in removing them by kicking them off with my feet. I pulled at his t-shirt. I wanted it off of him. I helped yank it over his head. He then did the same with my dress. Everything about this felt right. He reached behind me and unhooked my bra. I felt the straps slip down my arms. I moved so that it could be totally removed. I was completely naked over him. I felt his eyes studying me. He then swiftly moved and laid me on the bed. He was now over me. I ran my hands down his chest and stomach until they rested on his belt. I did my best to undo it and unbutton his pants. He quickly kicked his pants and underwear off.

I felt his fingertips analyze every my body. They stopped as they got to the bottom of my stomach. I looked at him. I wanted him to continue. I wanted him to touch me. My breathing was quick I needed him. He then placed his hands on my side. He slid on top of me. I loved the feeling of his body against mine. He kissed my lips before kissing down my neck. I let out a breath. One of his hands slipped up over my breast. I let out a moan as he gently rubbed the tip of my nipple. He knew exactly how I liked to be touched. The other hand moved down low. I felt a finger enter inside me. I inhaled my breath quickly.

"Is it okay?" he asked looked up at me.

"Yes." I said. "Keep going…please." I then breathed. It felt so good. I could feel this feeling spreading over my entire body. It was an intense warmth. He continued touching me. It felt so good. He then stopped and removed his fingers. I didn't want it to stop. I let out a groan of disappointment. I wanted more. He then removed his other hand from my nipple. He took his hands and spread my legs. I knew what was coming next. I was ready for it. I knew I was. He was face to face with me and I felt him enter me. I once again inhaled. I wasn't quite sure in that moment and I felt my entire body tense. He ran his hand down my arm and kissed me gently. I felt my body loosen. He started to move rhythmically. My body synced with his. I wrapped my legs around his. It felt so good.

"Mmmmhmmm." I groaned. His lips met mine. My arms around his neck as we moved together. My eyes were closed as I wanted to remember every feeling in this moment. The movements were slow and passionate. I ran my foot down his leg. He moved to kiss my neck. We were connected in this moment as he made love to me. This is what I missed, but those months getting to know one another without sex had been great. We didn't need sex to be connected, but when we did have sex we were connected on another level.

I felt my muscles contract. I was getting there. I just know it. My eyes shot open. Each slow movement made me ache for more. I was breathing quickly. I didn't want him to stop. I was nearing that place and he knew it too. His lips came back to mine. Our tongues fought in a passionate battle. He came up for a breath and continued to move. My brain was thinking a million different thoughts at once. Suddenly everything seemed to click at once.

"Nick!" I screamed out in passion. It was amazing. After a million thoughts I then didn't know what to think. I was tensed up in the best way possible. I didn't want to move from that spot. Slowly my body started to relax. I lied there with him on top of me. His lips met mine again for one quick kiss. His head then went into my neck.

"I love you." I whispered into his ear as he lay in my neck. He kissed my neck.

"I love you." He whispered back.

After a few moments he moved off of me. I found myself in his sweaty arms. He held me close to him kissing the back of my neck. I smiled to myself. This was my life and I wasn't going to allow anyone to get in this way of it. I had the biggest desire to just be happy with him. It is all I wanted. Nobody was going to steal that away from me. I wasn't going to allow it.

A/N: Ok that took forever and was awkward. That was the very first sex scene I have ever written. As you can see at the top I changed the rating. Pretty sure I can't keep this story T with that scene in here.

Reviews? Was the sex too much or perfect?