Chapter 6 - Home

Kim raced from her car towards Adam's apartment building. She had her cell phone in her hand. She had dialed Adam's number for the tenth time and he hadn't answered. With worry setting in, she let herself into the building with the key he had given her and went right to his door. She burst in.

"Adam!" She shouted.

Tripping over one of Michelle's bags on the floor, Kim made her way through the apartment. He wasn't in the kitchen, living room, or bathroom. Kim stumbled into the bedroom. Adam was lying horizontal on the bed facing her. He was on his side, his head being held up by his hand. He was in nothing but his boxers.

"Hey babe," he said, trying to sound seductive.

"What is going on?" Kim asked. "You texted me that you had an emergency. Are you ok?"

Kim scanned his body for any wounds. He looked fine.

"I missed you," he said. "Take your clothes off and come here."

"Wait…what?"

"Olinsky took Michelle took a movie. We've got two hours. Now get naked and get in this bed."

"You texted me for a sex emergency?" She asked angrily.

"Yes, now get in this bed."

"No!" Kim exclaimed. "You called me for a booty call!"

Adam sat up and scooted to the end of the bed. He couldn't understand what she was so upset about.

"It's not a booty call."

"Then what would you call it?" She asked, her hands on her hips.

"Ok…fine. Maybe it is a booty call, but it's warranted."

"A booty call is never warranted," she told him.

"Look, this is a real emergency. Us not having sex over the past few weeks is a sex emergency."

"You are unbelievable!" She yelled.

"What?"

"Adam, I was out to lunch with my sister and my niece. I left lunch because I thought there was a real emergency. I thought you were dying! And then I get here and you just want to have sex!"

She turned on her heels and began to walk away. Adam scrambled off the bed and rushed after her. He caught up with her in the living room. Adam took her hand and pulled her back towards him.

"I'm sorry I got you here until false pretenses, but I miss you. I miss us. I miss sex."

"I've been here practically every night for weeks," she said.

"Yeah, you've been here sleeping. No sex. We haven't had sex since our night at the hotel room and that was weeks ago!"

"Maybe we haven't had sex because we have a teenage girl and your partner sleeping in the other room," she reminded him.

"I know and I'm sorry. But even you said we can't just kick them out."

"I know."

"Look, I can't focus at work. I just keep thinking about you. Every time I see you, I picture you naked. I wake up with a hard-on every morning and there's nothing I can do about it. Do you know how frustrating that is?"

"I'm frustrated too, Adam."

"So you do miss sex," he pointed out.

"Yes, I do miss having sex but you don't see me calling you for an emergency sex session!"

"I'm sorry, but having Olinsky and Michelle staying with us is killing me…slowly. I need you, babe." He paused. "I need you."

Kim sighed. By the look on her face, Adam knew he had won.

"You are going to owe me so big," she said.

"I will do whatever you want if you take off your clothes right now."

"I haven't shaved my legs in a week," she warned.

"I don't care."
"Fine."

Kim pulled her shirt over her head. Adam pounced on her before the shirt even hit the floor. His hands roamed her body, his lips attacking her neck. Kim threw her head back and moaned. She jumped up, wrapping her legs around his waist. He backed her against the wall, their tongues and lips dueling.

"Say it," Adam whimpered.

"Say what?" Kim gasped as Adam placed her feet back on the ground and quickly stripped her of her Jeans.

"Say you want this as much as me. Say you want me."

She moaned in pleasure. "I want this."

"And…" he prompted.

"I want you. I want you."

"Thank God."

Adam lowered her to the floor. He knew there was no way they were going to make it back to the bedroom. The floor would have to do. Just as he was about to rip Kim's underwear off, the door opened.

"I can't believe the movie projector broke," Michelle said, walking into the room. Olinsky was right behind her. "Oh!"

Adam scrambled to cover Kim up. They had been caught red-handed. The only thing Adam could think to do was to get Kim's clothes back on before Michelle and Olinsky saw too much.

"Wow, she really is hot," Michelle commented.

"We'll…ah…give you two a minute," Olinsky said, backing out of the room.

"I can't believe you two were going to have sex on the floor. Isn't that how you get bruises?" Michelle asked.

"Come on," Olinsky commanded. He put his hand on her shoulder and led her back into the hallway.

Once the door was closed, Kim and Adam scrambled to their feet. Kim slid her pants back on and Adam handed her her shirt. She put it on quickly.

"I thought you said they were going to the movies," she hissed.

"Guess not," he mumbled.

Adam went into the bedroom to get some clothes. He pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt. Kim followed him.

"I am so embarrassed," she whispered.

"I'll talk to Olinsky."

"And Michelle? She just saw us…having sex on the floor!"

"Actually, we hadn't actually gotten to the sex part," he reminded her. "And we weren't doing anything wrong. We're engaged. Engaged people have sex."

"She's an impressionable teenage girl!"

"She's been in juvie. I don't think anything she sees us do is going to be worse than anything else she's seen."

"That is not the point and you know it."

Kim looked in the mirror and straightened her hair. She took a deep breath and turned around.

"Where are you going?"

"Back to lunch with my sister and my niece. You can deal with Olinsky."

She marched out of the room.

"Kim!" Adam shouted, but she didn't turn around. Instead, she hurried out of the apartment.

"Sorry," Kim mumbled to Olinsky and Michelle as she walked by them in the hallway. She made her way out as quickly as she had burst into Adam's apartment. Olinsky and Michelle walked in. Adam was just coming out of his bedroom.

"Can we talk a minute?" Olinsky asked.

"Yeah."

Adam brought Olinsky back into the bedroom. Olinsky closed the door.

"Michelle can't walk in on you two having sex," Olinsky said.

"We didn't actually have sex," Adam grumbled, frustrated.

"Look, you two need to…"

"You know, Kim and I have been more than accommodating," Adam interrupted. "I'm sorry that your wife kicked you out of your garage and that you have nowhere else to go, but this is my place."

"I know that," Olinksy said.

"And I'm sorry that I want to have sex with my fiancé, but not having sex with her is killing me." Adam took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He knew it wasn't Olinsky's fault that he walked in on them about to have sex, but Adam still desperately wanted his life back. "I think we need to set some ground rules."

Olinsky nodded. "What do you have in mind?"

The next day Kim was just pulling on her button-down police uniform over her white T-shirt when the locker room door opened. Adam walked over to her, holding a folder.

"Hey," he said.

"Hey."

"I missed you last night."

"I thought it would be better if I spent the night at my own place," she stated.

"You didn't have to."

"I didn't think I'd be able to face Olinsky."

"Well, about Olinsky…"

"Why haven't we found our own place yet?" She interrupted.

"What?"

"We've looked at dozens of apartment listings. Every single one, you came up with a reason why it wouldn't work. They were always either too expensive or in a bad neighborhood or too far away from the precinct. I'm starting to think that maybe you just don't want to officially move in together."

"That's not true."

"It is. If it weren't true, we would have found a place by now."

"We just haven't found the right place," Adam said.

"And in the meantime, we're stuck living with Olinsky and his teenage daughter! Even she noticed that it was weird we weren't living together. We're engaged, Adam!"

"I know that. I'm the one who proposed to you."

Kim sat down on the bench in front of her locker. "I feel like…"

"Like what?"

"Like we keep going over the same thing again and again."

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"I feel like I'm always questioning whether this is the right thing. Whether we're in it for the right reasons. Whether you really want this."

"Of course I want this."

"But how many times do we have to essentially have the same argument?" She flopped down on the bench next to them. "I know I want to be with you, Adam. I know I want to live with you and spend every day for the rest of my life with you. I'm just not sure that you feel the same way."

"I do." He sat down, straddling the bench so he could face her. He took her hand. "That's why I told Olinsky that his time was up."

"What? You're just going kick him and Michelle out?"

"Not exactly."

"What are you talking about then?"

"My lease is up in seven weeks. I told Olinsky he could stay, but that he'd have to find other arrangements at the end of the seven weeks because I wasn't going to renew my lease."

"Then where are you going to live?" Kim asked.

"With you." Adam opened up the folder. Inside were pages of apartment listings. "I found a few new listings I thought we could check out together."

"So…"

"So as soon as we find a new place that we're both happy with, I'm moving out of my apartment. Olinsky and Michelle can have it until the lease is up."

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

Adam nodded. "I want to come home to you every night and wake up with you every morning. And if we happen to have more sex because of it, I'm not going to complain."

Kim playfully hit him on the arm. "So…we're really doing this? We're moving in together?"

"Yes."

"Ok."

"Ok," he mimicked.

Kim leaned in and kissed him.

"But don't think that just because we move in together, we're going to have more sex."

Kim shut her locker and stood up. She leaned over and kissed Adam on the cheek before leaving the locker room with a smile.

Author's Note: Don't have much to say except thanks for reading and thanks for sticking with me!