Moment in the Sun

7. Heal

Charlie POV

I spent four weeks in the hospital. The first felt like nothing would ever get better, made worse by my panic attack over the feeding tube and then having the tube in for days afterwards until the doctors were happy that I was eating enough. Nick came to visit every few days and has been so sweet to me since I came home a few days ago. He keeps a close eye on me at meal times and checks on me every morning. I can tell that I'm in a better place because his actions would have made me angry before the hospital but now I can appreciate that he is just worried about me and wants me to be safe.

"Charlie? What are you thinking about?" Nicks voice startled me and I jumped, turning to face him. He's sitting at his desk, laptop open to a random page about rugby.

"Nothing, just the last few weeks."

"Are you okay?" Concern washed over his face. I smiled and nodded.

"I was just thinking that you being all concerned would have pissed me off before. But it doesn't bother me now." His face softened and he stood up, coming over to sit beside me on his bed.

"That's good. I'm proud of you, Charlie, for being able to see that." I looked up at him, seeing only love and adoration in his eyes. He gently held one hand against my face, letting me lean into it a little as his thumb brushed across my cheek. "You're amazing, you know that?"

"I'm not. But it feels good to hear you say that." I saw him start to protest but I just closed the distance between us, my lips pressing hard against his. He kissed me back, letting his lips part when my tongue gently felt along his lower lip.

My hands moved to his back, gripping tightly to his shirt as he pulled me to straddle his lap, lips never leaving mine. There was a lot behind the kiss, both of us needing this so desperately. I let out a squeak when Nick suddenly fell backwards, pulling me down with him and then rolling to hover over me. He started trailing his kisses across my jaw and down my neck, leaving me gasping as my fingers clawed at his shirt, trying to pull it up.

Giving up after a while, I let my fingers slide under the waistband of his jeans. His hips bucked against mine and I could feel how hard he was, making me smile, happy that I was the one making him feel that way. He used one hand to reach between us, popping open the button of his jeans so that I had better access. I realised he was only using one arm to keep his body hovering over mine.

"Nick, oh my god." I groaned, hand moving to grip his arm.

"What? Are you okay?" He asked, pulling away from my neck and staring down at me.

"I just, your arms..." I felt my face heating up, "Fuck, you're so strong." His laughter vibrated against me and I turned my head to one side, embarrassed.

"Really? That's what gets you going?"

"I can't help it." I mumbled, "Your arms are my weak spot."

"My arms, huh?" I could hear the laughter in his voice and looked up at him, still blushing fiercely.

"Stop it. I've just missed you." I expected him to keep teasing me but his face softened.

"I missed you, too, Charlie." He pressed his body down against mine and kissed me again. It was different this time, deeper and more intense. I could feel his love for me, in the way he was lying on me but still holding himself up just enough.

We kissed for a while, the rushed desperation gone for a moment and we just enjoyed being together. But eventually I'd had enough.

"Nick, please..." I begged, making him look at me, "Please."

"Please what, Charlie?"

"Fuck me." His eyes darkened as he leaned down to whisper in my ear.

"Your wish is my command." Shivers went through me as he sat up, pulling his shirt off over his head. I let my hands roam over his torso, feeling his abs when he stretched. His eyes never left mine, staring at me the while time. He leaned back down and carefully flipped us so that I was on top. I moved to sit up and take my shirt off too but froze as I gripped the hem of my shirt. "Charlie?"