A/N: short chapter. Just something to get the creative juices going. I have to say one thing, the whole Cameron/Chase thing going on on the show right now is really annoying me. I don't know why, but I think it's horrible...

WARNING: SEX SCENE- if this kind of content offends anyone, just skip this chapter. It won't ruin the rest of the story for you. Promise.

Chapter Eight

Chase traced the line of her chin with his thumb, every moment he had ever spent with her rushed past his eyes like it all happened yesterday. He loved this woman, he was sure. He wanted her to be with him the rest of his life, and he knew she would. She smiled at him, flashing the right amount of teeth in just the way that made his insides crawl. "What's going on with you?" The sound of her voice sent shivers up his spine.

"Why?"

"You seem so... I dunno..."

He continued his advance, his hands moving farther south. A knot formed in Nicole's stomach, something that told her to be nervous. She was never nervous with him before, so she didn't quite understand the feeling now. He lifted her small, fragile body up until she met his eyes. He kissed her. Oh, how he loved her kisses. Open mouthed, tongue-dueling, teasing, mint flavored kisses that reached his core. The knot in her stomach unraveled in shear ecstacy as he mumbled the words, "I love you," as he moved his kisses to her neck.

His hands gently passed over her shoulders and down to the hem of her shirt, removing it from her elegant frame. She wrapped her legs around his torso and her arms around his shoulders. He intricately placed kisses around her neck as he laid her on the bed, applying his full body weight to her. He rubbed his hands all over her body as they found the lining of her jeans. He quickly removed them.

Moving from her neck to her torso, Chase cupped her breast in his hands as he slowly traced the lining of her nipple with his tongue. Nicole wanted to scream, but she let it die in her throat. She struggled with his belt, as he unzipped his jeans. Reaching in his pocket before letting them drop to the floor, he pulled a condom form his wallet and handed to her. When his boxers were removed, she helped him slip it on.

He undressed the rest by himself then, gripping her thighs, slid her panties from her pelvis to the floor. He stepped between her legs and resumed his position on top of her, their tongues finding each other. He sank into her. Hard at first. So hard, he made her cry out in pain. "Damn." He sighed, moving his mouth to my ear. "I'll make it better, I promise."

And he did. He moved with a urgent, grinding beat. Her fingers traced his hairline to his shoulder, where she clasped for support. And leverage. Touching his bare flesh, she arched her back and writhed closer to him, felling the rolls of sensation he was giving her.

Nicole's body locked with muscle tension as she dug her nails into his shoulder. He didn't seem to mind all too much. His hands grasped her butt, lifting her pelvis towards his pumping hips. With one last sensational plunge, an orgasm ripped through all her tension and made her body go limp. He pulled out, rolled off of her, and lay panting at her side.

He mustered up all the courage he had and trapped it in his chest. It was now or never. "Nicole, would you marry me?"