The two of them lied silently on Nick’s bed, resting side-by-side on their stomachs as they watched the movie. The very boring movie. Nick was becoming impatient. “Are you enjoying this any at all?” He asked, pointing towards the screen.

“It’s slightly amusing.”

Nick scratched his forehead. “I’m not liking it; It’s boring.”

“Boring, huh?” She asked, turning to look at him.

“Well, it’s not like a Bruce Willis movie, or even a Jackie Chan movie...it’s like...” Nick paused, his forehead crinkling in thought. “Like a Leonardo DiCaprio movie, ya know?”

“Hey! What’s wrong with a Leonardo DiCaprio movie?” She asked in a slightly offended tone.

“Nothing, nothing.” He said, clearing his throat.

“And besides, he really doesn’t do the whole chick flick thing, so this is more like a...Freddie Prinze Jr. movie or something,” she feigned enthusiasm.

“I just can’t get into it,” he said, shaking his head.

“Only ‘cause you haven’t been watching it.”

“I have too!”

“I sneaked a few peaks at you; you were staring hard, Nick,” she cracked a smile.

“Sorry, but I can’t help it. You’re hair’s up, and I can see your neck,” inwardly he moaned. “I kept looking at it, hoping you wouldn’t notice me staring so hard.”

“It was more than a little obvious.”

“Sorry,” he blushed.

She reached over the edge of the bed, grabbing for the remote before turning off the television. “Is that better? Now you won’t be so bored.”

“You didn’t have to do that. You could’ve watched it if you wanted to. I mean I -”

She stopped him from explaining further by placing a finger on his lips. He stopped instantly, staring at her blankly. Bringing her hand away from his face, she leaned in and subtly pressed her lips against his own. The light touch of their lips wasn’t as much as Nick had hoped for; he pushed a little closer in an attempt to deepen the kiss. His delicate tongue snaked out, sliding gracefully into her mouth to playfully wrestle with her own tongue. His body was slowly inching closer. He wanted the added closeness. His hand reached towards her face; long slender fingers feeling the soft skin. His supple lips moved from her mouth over to her cheek, his face now flushed from the combination of lust and love he was feeling rushing over his entire body.

Before Julie knew what had happened, Nick had managed to get her lying on her back, his lanky frame lying on top of her as he kissed any skin available. She could feel his excitement, plain as day. Taking a deep breath, she pushed against his chest around where his heart was. He leaned back a little, staring down at her. She said nothing; just stared.

“Julie, I’m sorry,” he said quietly, his eyes showing embarrassment. “I didn’t mean to....I know you...I’m...” He sighed heavily, closing his eyes momentarily as he collected his thoughts. "I want us to make love,” he paused, taking in a nervous breath. "But, if you don’t want to, Julie, I’m not gonna push it."

She smiled, hearing him utter those words so unabashedly.

“I mean, I can always take a cold shower, right?” He smiled, blushing slightly, trying to at least get her to laugh.

She laughed aloud, unable to contain her giggles. He always did know how to lighten the mood. “Nicky, you’re so adorable,” she said, placing her finger delicately against the tip of his nose.

His mood went back to seriousness. “I meant what I said though. If you don’t want to, we don’t have to. I won’t push it or anything, I promise.” The sincerity in his voice made her want him even more.

Her bright green eyes showed thankfulness in his understanding. Still half on top of her, he felt her take a deep breath. “I want to, Nick.”

Swallowing hard, Nick’s eyes scanned her face for hint of a joke. “Are you sure?”

She nodded, “Yeah, I’m sure, sweetie.”

Letting out a heavy breath he wasn't even aware he’d been holding in, he leaned back down and planted loving kisses on her forehead. Julie’s hands reached for the hem of his T-shirt in an attempt to strip him of it. Noticing the tugging attempt, he helped her, peeling it from his body and tossing it to the floor haphazardly. Her small hands reached for the button on his pants just as quickly as she had found a place to tug on his shirt. He helped her unbutton and unzip his jeans and then he squirmed out of them, throwing them onto the floor to lie beside the shirt.

Staring down at her, he noted that she was still fully clothed. He grabbed onto the edge of her tank top and slid it over her head. The prominent throb that had become evident between his legs was having a field day with the sight of her chest coming into his vision. He fought hard not to moan aloud. He reached for her pajama bottoms and slipped them off quickly. Black lace panties. He did moan aloud then; it was out before he even knew it. Taking a deep breath, he slipped the panties off as well, tossing them onto the pile beside the bed.

He eyed her body hungrily, unable to stop his breath from becoming uneven. Her small hands gingerly touched his stomach, feeling over his navel and down the trail of faint blonde hairs leading straight to uncharted territory beneath his boxer shorts. Her fingers latched onto the waist band of his shorts, sliding them down. He watched her face intently as he felt his member spring free of it’s confinement, the shorts sliding down the taut skin of his backside. He got out of them quickly, feeling her eyes on him. Feeling his heart fluttering excitedly, he leaned back down to Julie’s face for a kiss. His smooth lips gently touching hers. One of his hands found it’s way to her hair, running through it before he brought his face back up to stare at her.

The look in her eyes told him that she wanted it; she was ready. She reached her arm around to gently graze over his back, sending shivers down his spine. Was that....nervousness? Nah. Surely not. “Nick, baby,” she began, her voice tattered, “I want you.”

He swallowed hard, and positioned himself. The head of his engorged appendage was now showing a purple hue, a constant throb begging for release. Slowly, he pushed himself inside. Inch by inch encased between velvet walls. He let out a short whimper when he was inside completely. Carefully he brought himself out a little and then pushed back in again, his eyes never leaving Julie’s face. She moaned his name, causing Nick to smile inside.

He continued slowly for a while, both of their faces growing flush. Beads of sweat had begun to visibly form on his forehead as his face mirrored immense pleasure. He fought to keep his eyes open; he wanted to read her thoughts, her feelings, he wanted to make her feel twice the pleasure that was coursing through his entire body. He soon found a faster pace that they could both handle. “Oh God,” she moaned, her face almost contorting in pain. Her hands roamed freely over his back as he pumped in and out of her rhythmically.

Nick could feel her body lightly shuddering as her orgasm erupted inside of her. She moaned inaudible words before calling out Nick’s name, sending him over the edge. He felt a rush come on, his body trembling as his own orgasm exploded and he came. His light thrusts continued until his high wore down completely and he collapsed on top of her.

Their heavy breathing and sweating bodies mirrored one another. Nick’s ear rested perfectly over Julie’s heart, the loud pitter-patter the lullaby that he wouldn’t mind going to sleep to every night. “I...I love...you, Julie,” he said in between gasps for air. And there they lied for the entire night, wrapped in each others arms, listening to the gentle breathing and pounding heart beat each of them possessed.

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I stopped dead in my tracks, realizing where I was. There’s Julie’s house, right there. Subconsciously I had walked there, taking all the right turns without even realizing it. I walked up the driveway and towards her bright blue door. Swallowing hard, I collected my thoughts and decided to knock. And when she answers? I’ll ask her why she never said ‘I love you’.