Chapter 2

Ryan's POV

Ryan stared at his hands before looking up to meet Taylors eyes. "Taylor, I… ummm…"

"Look Ryan, if you aren't ready I understand. I mean, I was moving here but maybe I could go spend some time in, I dunno, Boston or Chicago or something, I hear its nice there this time of year."

"No Taylor, I don't want you to go anywhere else." He reached out to take her hand. "I'm not good at telling you how I feel, I've never been very good at that." He rummaged around in his jacket pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. Tucking it into her hand he continued, "I thought maybe this would say what I wanted you to know."

Puzzled she unfolded the paper. "Oh my God, is this what I think it is?"

"It's our home," Ryan nervously scooted next to her. "See look, I put our room up here with a balcony, because I remember how much you like to sit outside and drink your coffee in the mornings. And an office for you here, and mine's right next to it. And remember the kitchen you liked that I designed for my project sophomore year? I made this one almost exactly like that, I just added a few more things that I thought you would like." Looking at her face he saw tears forming. "If you don't like it, its ok. You can tell me."

"Its amazing." She continued to look over the drawing. "Did you label our kid's rooms Kid #1 and Kid #2?"

He blushed and half laughed nervously, "well, I mean, I thought we might eventually.. ummm.."

"Its perfect, Ryan. I can't believe you did this."

"It'll be awhile before I can actually afford build it, I've saved up a little and found a piece of property, but I didn't want to buy anything until I knew you wanted.. us."

She turned to him and climbed into his lap. Relief washed over him as he held onto her. He couldn't remember ever feeling this happy as he brushed his lips against hers. He had spent two years designing and redesigning the house. He had saved every penny he could in a fund labeled The Atwood House" and another enveloped labeled "Taylor's ring", hoping that she would come back to him and now it was real. Their kiss deepened and he laid her back along the car seat, hovering above her he brushed the hair out of her eyes, "God I missed you." She gripped his tie and pulled him down so that she could kiss him again. He gravitated towards the spot behind her ear that made her whimper, the sound made him so hard that the pressure was almost painful against his slacks.

The car door opened and Summer slid in, "Ew guys! That didn't take long."

"I told you Summer, they just can't reign it in" Seth smirked as he slid in next to her.

Taylors POV

Taylor felt the warm reassurance of Ryan's hand at the small of her back as they entered the reception hall. She loved how he guided her around the room until they came to Sandy and Kirsten. Kirsten wrapped her into a hug, and she noticed Sandy's eyebrow raise questioningly towards Ryan. Ryan didn't say anything, but his smile told them all they needed to know.

"Dance with me?" she held out her hand to him.

"You know I don't dance" he cringed.

"For me?" she pressed her lips to his cheek and whispered, "I just need to be close to you."

He enveloped her into his arms and shuffled towards the dance floor. "Ok, but if I step on your toes you can't blame me."

She loved the way he always protested to dancing but they always ended up on the dance floor together anyways. He held her in a way that she could feel the world melt away, one hand pressed to her lower back the other holding her hand against his chest. She was thankful for the slow song playing, she vaguely recognized Snow Patrol as the band and figured Seth must have had a hand in picking the music.

"Taylor, umm.. I just want to make sure we're on the same page." She stiffened as he whispered the words.

"Ok?" she stepped back so she could look at him, suddenly nervous.

"I want to try this, but I need to take it slow." She could tell that he was choosing his words carefully.

"I know, I don't want anything to get messed up this time either. But does that mean that we can't find some place to go soon?" her eyes sparkled.

"Oh, I think we can definitely find some place to go," he glanced around the room to see what options were available. "Its been way too long and I think I need make sure we're still a good fit." The smirk on his face was evidence to her that he already knew the answer to whether or not they still fit together well.

She felt the ache between her legs growing and the knot in her stomach pull tighter as his hand wandered down to her ass. "Ryan, not here!" she squeaked.

"I bet the limo is free" he pulled her off the dance floor and towards the exit.

"Hmm.. no I saw Seth and Summer sneak out about 10 mins ago. I'm pretty sure that's where they were headed."

"Ok, how about the bathroom?" he started off towards the other exit.

"Bathroom, really Ryan? I'm a lady you know."

"Bathrooms can be sexy, let me show you!" he continued to pull her and she couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm. She figured anywhere with him would work at this point. She could feel how damp her underwear had gotten since their conversation in the limo and from the pressure she felt against her pelvis as they swayed on the dance floor from him she could tell he was feeling the same way.

He pulled her through the women's bathroom door and as soon as it swung shut he was on her. They crashed against the bathroom wall, she reveled in the roughness that naturally occurred as a result of them being apart for over two years. She tried to stifle the moan that escaped her lips as he lifted her off the floor and she wrapped her legs around his waist. His hand wandered down between her legs and he groaned into her mouth as he felt how ready she was for him.

"You're so wet" he breathed as she felt him slip a finger past the damp fabric and trace its way along her slit. His thumb found her clit and began to rub small circles around it as his finger pressed against her entrance. The pressure felt exquisite. She tried to press against his hand and he took that as his que to enter her. He pulled her underwear off and slipped them into his jacket pocket before quickly replacing his hand and plunging into her warmth. Her sigh was warm against him and she softly bit his neck to keep from screaming out her pleasure.

Hearing some passerby's through the door reminded her that they weren't exactly hidden from view. Taylor lowered her legs to the ground and shoved him into a stall hastily locking it behind her. Grabbing for his belt buckle she dropped to her knees and was pleased when he sprung out. She had never understood when talking to girlfriends, they had always talked about blow jobs as if it were a chore, but to her it was anything but a chore. She loved the power she felt as she held him in her mouth, the rapid breathing she brought about, and the guttural sounds she could elicit from within him. Taking his head between her lips she gently sucked at the drop of fluid that had collected there before running her tongue up and down the underside of his shaft. She was please when he leaned his head back against the stall. Going back to the tip she slowly took him into her mouth, sliding him all the way to the back of her throat, unable to completely take him all the way as her mouth couldn't accommodate his full length. She gripped his base with her hand and stroked him in time with her head bobbing. A small "fuck" escaped his lips and she hummed her response sending vibrations through him.

The door to the bathroom opened and she could hear the Nana talking to something. "Everything was beautiful, not sure where they found that Rabbi though. A bit wordy wasn't he?"

Taylor froze and Ryan pulled her quickly up so that she couldn't be seen under the stall. They both suppressed a laugh and then continued kissing each other, careful not to make any sounds. "I guess maybe the bathroom isn't going to work" he whispered into her ear. "How long do you think we need to stay at the wedding?"

The Nana finished pressing powder to her nose and then exited the bathroom.

"I think we have some speeches to make, and we haven't eaten yet, and I think we have to help Kirsten pick up a bit…"

"Ok well, umm.. why don't you go ahead and go out. It's going to take a minute before I can uh, you know.." he gestured down to his impressive hard on.

"I promise I'll take care of that tonight," she licked her lips suggestively as she tugged her dress back into place, ran a hand through her hair and walked out to the mirror to fix her lipstick.

Ryan's POV

I can't believe the Nana just cock-blocked me, he thought as he painfully tucked himself back into his boxes. He worried that showing Taylor the house and then trying to take her in a bathroom was sending the wrong signals.

He really did want to take things slowly. He still worried about her leaving him. Everyone always left – his dad, his mom, his brother, Teresa, Lindsay, Marissa, Sadie, and Taylor had left him. He wasn't angry at any of them anymore, he hadn't lied when he told her that he had grown. However, the fear still lived in the back of his mind, and he didn't know if he could say goodbye to her again.

Authors Note

Please leave me comments and let me know if you like the story! Again, this is my first try at writing and I'd love to know if I'm doing ok or not :)