Reality

4

warning: this chapter contains explicit/sexual scenes. not the fluffy kind. reader discretion is advised.

Miley's POV

The pilot was a hit, now everyone's excited to work on more, but before we put our time and energy into another episode I wanted to enjoy my off day being a homebody.

I wandered off to our basement, it was a spacey room that looked kinda sad. I scrunched my nose at the sight.

"Nick!" I called out from the bottom of the stairs "Nick, get your ass down here!"

He probably didn't hear me, in this house being a level above feels like being in the other part of the world, so I texted him and after a moment I could hear him approaching.

"Miley?" I heard him call.

"Down here,"

"What is it?" He asked as he descend down the stairs and looking around the room, but he wasn't as concerned as I was about this depressing tomb, he was more concerned about why I was calling him.

I stretched my arms out and gestured around the room "Does this basement look sad to you?"

"Not as sad seeing you down here worrying about a dusty part of our house."

I glared. "We can turn this room into something useful...or fun."

Nick reached the bottom of the stairs and looked around "Like...a bomb shelter for near-future nuclear wars?"

"Like a home theatre." I thought out loud "Or a game room."

Nick looked at me in disapproval and gestured towards the washer and dryer in the corner of the room "Or a laundry room?"

I rolled my eyes "Where's the fun in that?"

He strode over and shrugged "Well, it could be a hide out. Like when the kids are acting up or when we need alone time. No one could guess we're in a dark dusty room."

I smirked but shook my head "Are you implying our kids will turn out annoying?"

"Well, they get it from their mother."

"You'll be pleased to find out they'll inherit my serious skills of ass-kicking pricks like you."

Nick chuckled "If there's any constellation then there's a good chance they'll get the urge to despise even avoid dirty dim rooms like this one too."

"No one goes into the basements except serial killers and psychopaths. Even housekeepers need to be paid to do that." I pointed out, Nick shrugged "I don't know, maybe we could use this place to our advantage."

I raised an eyebrow in question, Nick gave me a half smirk as he strode even closer and then encasing my tiny frame in his gentle embrace. He leaned in and kissed me slowly. I smiled against his pursed lips and chuckled "I see what you mean," I muttered.

"Mhm," He kissed me harder, I eagerly kissed back. I threw my hands around him and turned my face so I could kiss him more. He gently pushed me against the wall, but we stopped when I felt I bumped into something else. I shrugged it off and returned to sucking his face off, but he had a different idea. Nick propped me up and picked me up by the back of my knees before placing me on top of of a sleek flat surface. I looked down noticing it was the washing machine.

I looked back at Nick who had a suggestive expression over his face. "What?" I asked.

He bit his bottom lip and smiled. He didn't explain and I was left wondering. Nick wiggled his way between my legs making me wrap them around his waist. We kept making out, I was messing his hair up and he was messing with my head. Making me hot all over, I couldn't keep my hands away from him and started slipping them under his shirt. The familiar edges of his abs vibrated with warmth that just made me want to eat him up.