When Nick pulled on her shirt, Fred raised her arms, letting him pull it off her, shivering a little in the air conditioned chill of the room. A soft moan escaped from her mouth at the feel of his lips on her, especially when they closed around her nipple. The sensation almost sent her stumbling, so she wrapped her arms around him, holding him tight to keep from falling over.
"Nick," she exhaled, her eyes fluttering close. Oh God, the things he made her feel. Even though she had come to think she had made him up during her time in Pylea, the moment he had touched, it had all come rushing back just how real he was and how he made her feel. She was so caught up in it that she wasn't completely aware of him pulling her jeans and underwear off until he had pulled back, telling her she was beautiful.
When she had come back, she hadn't felt beautiful. After five years of feeling dirty and messy, she hadn't thought she could ever be beautiful, especially with the scars now crossing her back from where her Pylean owners had beat her. She had been so scared to let him see her, see those, because it would be a reminder that she wasn't the Fred he had been in love with anymore. But even with the scars, he had looked at her the same way, touched her the same way, and that more than anything made her feel beautiful.
"So are you," she told him, wanting to reach out and pull his clothes off, but before she could, he was gently drawing her down to the bed and kneeling in front of her.
Moments later, she felt his mouth on her clit and his fingers inside her, causing her to grab the bedspread as her hips bucked up against him. The sudden wave of sensations through her almost robbed her of her breath. "Nick..."
His touch quickly sent her spiraling toward that edge. More, she need more. Needed to come, needed him inside her, needed to know that he'd always been there and never let her go. It crashed over her, making it hard to think and speak. All she had ever wanted was Nick, and she had him back.
"Oh...oh God," she groaned, the need was quickly heading toward overload, and she didn't know if she'd be able to take it until she let out a cry, her body tensing for a moment before she came hard against his hand and tongue.
Nick continued to lick and suck, his fingers thrusting into her harder. He loved everything about her - her scent, her taste, and the little sounds she made as she got closer to edge. He could always tell when she was getting close so he started to lick and suck even harder, his fingers going even faster.
When she cried out, her muscles contracting around his fingers, Nick felt his cock throb. He closed his eyes, willing himself to not come as he licked her clean. Gently removing his fingers, he licked them clean and then stood from the floor. Reaching down, he pulled his jeans and boxers down, sighing in relief, his cock finally free from their confines.
Sitting down, he softly kissed her lips, his hands running over her flushed body. He pulled back and pulled off his shirt, and dropped it to the floor. "I love you so much, Fred," he whispered as his eyes ticked over to the bedside table. Inside were two things he wanted to pull out but he didn't know if it was the right time.
With a sigh, he leaned over and took a condom out of the drawer. He then reached down and pulled out the lock box from under it. He smiled at Fred and handed her the condom. "You can decide on that. You may not want me anymore after what I'm about to do," he said before unlocked the box.
Inside was a small black box and he took it out. "A couple of weeks before you went missing, I bought this. I kept it, hoping to give it to you some day. There was even a period of time when I wore it because I needed you closer to my heart," he said as he looked Fred in the eyes.
Nick then opened the box, revealing a small engagement ring with a single diamond. "It was all I could afford back then and I'm sure I can get something better now. I just want to spend forever with you," he said, his erection forgotten. "Will you marry me, Fred?"