A/N Sorry for the delay again! Here's the next chapter! When rereading it I noticed how bad this is but ah well;)

Enjoy!

Chapter 7

Emily had barely unpacked her stuff when Doug told her he was going to run off to the grocery store. At first Emily had pouted and tried to convince him to do that another day, that it could wait, but apparently Doug wanted to prepare something really special for her so he ran out in his sweat pants and hoodie. Never had she seen him go out like that, but she quickly needed to remind herself that she had always been the one who walked out the door first, unless they went on a fancy date or to the movies and on those he would wear more handsome clothes.

Emily shook her head at her silly thoughts. She was really looking forward to see more of him, to have a house that was theirs together.

While Doug was out she continued to unpack the rest of her stuff, placing books and movies in her bookcase, and hanging her clothes in the closet he'd made clear for her.

When she was done, she looked around her new house with a smile. Now she really felt like home. Emily walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge to grab a cold beer. They did have a pretty full fridge so hopefully Doug wouldn't buy too much.

She gazed outside to the darkness that had just cast itself over the city. Had they really spent all day packing and unpacking? It didn't feel like it, but the darkness told her so.

30 minutes passed and Emily was still waiting for Doug to come home. She was starving and really needed him to start with dinner soon. Her stomach was churning, but she ignored it as she glanced at the clock, tapping her foot impatiently.

Emily was just about to call him when the door opened and slammed shut, a mouthwatering smell lingering in the house.

"Is this the special food you wanted to make me?" Emily asked and raised her eyebrows at the pizza.

"That's right. I think we're both tired after a day of moving so Pizza is probably the best option," Doug said.

"I can't argue that, I'm starving!" Emily said, taking the carton with pizza from his hands. "What have you got here?"

"Chicken, bacon, bbq, just what you like," Doug said with a wide smile.

"You're an angel. I might not be so mad at you for taking forever to come home," Emily said, looking at the delicious pizza.

"Sorry, sweetie, but they screwed up my order. Luckily I got the pizza half off."

"Yes, that's the least they could do," Emily said, looking to him.

Doug sat down next to Emily and turned the TV on. He waited until she grabbed a bite to take his own.

"Doug! What happened?" Emily exclaimed leaning closer to examine a cut on his neck.

"What?" Doug touched it and sure enough, blood came on his fingers.

"What did you do?" Emily asked again.

"I don't know," Doug said, thoughtfully. "Or I did walk a little to close to the bushes and felt them rub against my neck, but I didn't think it would draw blood."

Emily backed off a little. "You should go and put a bandaid on it so it doesn't get infected."

Doug nodded, holding his hand on his neck as he got off the couch to do as his girlfriend suggested.

Emily let the worry run out of her as she leaned back in the couch and took a bite of the pizza, waiting for Doug to patch himself up.

Tonight Doug didn't leave the bed. He had already been out once and it was enough. This night he would spend time making love to his very sexy girlfriend. She didn't say no to celebrating their move this way. Of course they had already had sex in every room of the house since he had already lived there during their two months together. Two months. That must be his longest relationship. He didn't see himself as a relationship man, but this one really worked out. Hell, he had asked her to move in with him. Why? He didn't know. Was there something special about her? Maybe.

Emily cuddled closer into his side when both had climaxed and exhaustion had taken over. Tomorrow both would go back to work and she dreaded it. If she could choose they would spend the entire day in bed, just holding each other. But unfortunately for Emily, she couldn't choose.

Her alarm was set at 7 am which would give her time to snooze and shower before driving to work and buying a coffee on the way. It might also give her some extra snuggling time with a very sleepy boyfriend.

Emily sighed, enjoying the way Doug was holding her naked body.

"Are you awake?" he whispered softly.

"Yes, are you," Emily answered, trying to angle her head so she could look up.

"No, fell asleep a while ago just when I was putting my..." he got interrupted by Emily's hand connecting with his torso, hitting him in a playful manor.

"Shush," she said. "Why were you wondering anyways?"

"No special reason, just want to make sure that my favorite girl gets enough sleep."

"How did I get to be this lucky?" Emily asked him, leaning up to capture his lips.

"I have no idea, but I'm glad you were," Doug said, stroking her hair softly.

Emily's eyes started to close, the soothing motion of his hand lulling her slowly to sleep.

Doug smiled at the sleeping form and pulled her even closer. Inhaling the scent of her hair, he too began to drift away to a very peaceful slumber.

Emily awoke with a start the next morning before her alarm had even gone off. Her heart began to beat faster as she stretched out for her phone, imagining herself late to work. Seeing the time was only 5.30, she lay back down, sighing in relief. But something was amiss. The space next to her was empty.

"Doug?" she called out in the dark.

When she didn't get an answer she got out of bed and grabbed a robe to cover her body. She made her way out of the bedroom and listened extra carefully for any kind of noise.

She heard something downstairs and walked slowly towards the kitchen.

"Doug?" she called again, but soon regretted it. What if there would have been a burglar and she just announced her presence?

"Yes, sweetie?" came a reply she couldn't have been more thankful for.

"What are you doing up this early?" she asked, walking up behind him and putting her arms around his body.

"I couldn't go back to sleep," Doug told her.

"You're cold," Emily said while she was hugging him.

"Yes, I just took out the trash. Let's get you back to bed, you still have 1.5 hours until your alarm is going off."

Emily agreed to this and let Doug lead her upstairs and into bed again. Doug took of his hoodie and sweatpants before crawling in next to her.

He knew he'd promised himself to stay the entire night in bed, holding Emily, but what can you do when you wake up at 4 in the morning with urges that won't stop until you've satisfied them?

A/N I'll try to update faster next time:)