Sorry for the wait, my life is the epitome of chaos right now. I don't know if I'm going to keep this up yet… Reviews are always appreciated!

"Is that the last one?" Mark asked after I squeezed the last cardboard box into the van we had rented for the occasion.

"It better be."

We'd just spent three hours hauling all the salvageable furniture and boxed up memories downstairs. It was moving day, a phrase I thought I'd never use for myself. I took one last look up at our windows. I still couldn't believe we were doing this.

I looked over at Mark and could see tears forming in the eye that wasn't covered by his camera.

"Ready?" I asked softly.

"I guess."

I got behind the wheel and Mark climbed in on the passenger side.

We made the short trip in relative silence. If I hadn't been driving, I probably would have been sobbing. All my thoughts revolved around a slide show of memories set to the soundtrack of what our lives had been. That was quite possibly the cheesiest line on the planet but I don't know what else to say. All I could think about was what we were leaving behind.

Our late friends weren't just memories; it had been a whole way of life. Now the group had pretty much disbanded. Mimi's death had pushed Collins over the edge, he was barely hanging on. Though he never said it, I could tell seeing us only made it worse. We visited once in a while but I hated hurting him when I knew he was already in so much pain. He'd join his Angel soon. Maureen and Joanne fought constantly, but they needed each other at the end of the day. Joanne's profession could feed Maureen's whims and desires like no one else and Maureen kept Joanne young. There really wasn't room for us in their new life.

Mark held his head in his hands and I could hear his quiet weeping. I knew he was going to be fragile the next couple of days; hell we both probably would be.

"We're here." I muttered, pulling up in front of the apartment.

"Okay."

I unbuckled my seatbelt. "Why don't you go unlock the door, and I'll start unloading."

Mark nodded and headed for the front door. This long day was only going to get longer.

"I might never be able to use my arms again." I sighed, falling on the newly repaired couch.

It was dark out now and we had finally gotten all our stuff into the apartment and returned the van.

"You were always better with your mouth anyway." Mark whispered, straddling my hips and leaning down to meet my lips.

I moaned when he pulled back.

"Mark, I'm too tired."

"I know. Just relax, I'll do all the work baby."

And work he did.

Slowly his tongue invaded my mouth, all my senses were filled with my perfect filmmaker. His devilish hands tickled my hot skin where ever they touched. Soon our clothes hit our new floor. Two pairs of jeans, two shirts, four socks and two pairs of underwear piled there. His tongue danced down my aching body and teased in all the right places. All my muscles tensed, but in a good way now. I gave back as much as I could, my fingers raking through his hair as he sucked. I couldn't distinguish between our moans of ecstacy. It was all one giant melody of love, lust and passion.

"I think I've got a little more energy now." I said after the first shared climax. I gently tackled him to the floor; the carpet was softer than I expected. It was my turn to dazzle him into a haze of oblivion.

I woke up with Mark curled up against me. Sun was glaring through the glass sliding door that we were sleeping completely naked in front of. I made a mental note to buy some curtains or something. I tugged my jeans back on and quietly poked through the boxes until I found the coffee pot and coffee.

"Good morning." Mark said, coming into the kitchen and kissing me. He hadn't bothered to put any clothes on yet.

"You realize you just stood in front of a full length glass door in all your naked glory?"

Mark's jaw dropped.

"Shit. I forgot, you can actually see through these windows."

"Come on, let's go check out the shower." I motioned with my head towards the bathroom. I'd already unpacked the shower curtain and a few towels. Just in case.

The shower, if you were wondering, works just fine. We got dressed and resigned ourselves to the fact that we actually had to unpack. Mark decided that making the bed was rather important, while I put the kitchen together. We'd have to get some groceries too. I was setting up the microwave, a new luxury we'd splurged on when there was a knock at the door.

"Can you get it, Mark?" I called. I didn't want to leave any of the wires unattended.

"Yeah."

"Hi, Mark! How are you?"

I dropped the screwdriver I was holding and walked to the door.

Jessica and her mom were standing there, with a set of curtains and a tea kettle.

sorry this was so short, i'll see if i can get the next chapter up soon.