Shourtney AU - Loving So Hard (Mature)

#14 - First Shared Home

*Shayne*

Our romantic evening resumed, and as the clock struck midnight we found ourselves on my carpeted living room floor, sitting with our backs against my couch. Two glasses of red wine sat absentmindedly in our hands. I had turned my sound system on, and set my 'Shourtney songs' playlist to shuffle. It consisted of mine and Courtney's favourite tracks from across all the years we had been together, and 'A Thousand Years' by Christina Perri held a very special place in our hearts. It was the song that was playing when Courtney and I lost our virginities to one another, back when she was an angsty Twilight fan in high school. 

We laid on her bed together. That damn song from Twilight was playing on her iPod again, but I have to admit, it was growing on me. I looked to my right to notice Courtney was already focused on me, and as our eyes locked I had never felt more vulnerable in my life. The condom I had purchased earlier in the day from the pharmacy she worked at was becoming more and more uncomfortable in the back pocket of my jeans.

"Are you sure you're ready to do this?" I asked for the one millionth time.

Courtney smiled and pulled me in to kiss her, "I'm sure. Have you got the condom?"

I nodded, bewitched by her oustanding beauty, and within minutes, our naked bodies were grinding against one another, under her thick, warm bedsheets, as well as being amidst a complicated entanglement of our limbs.

Once we had finished, Courtney could barely keep herself off of me. She wouldn't stop kissing me and thanking me. Obviously I wasn't complaining. Eventually, we fell asleep together, and I held her nude figure close to my naked body.

"I'm never letting you go," I whispered.

A small smile played across her sleepy lips, "Damn right you're not."

As I looked to my right, over at Courtney, our eyes locked as they had done so many times before, but that sense of vulnerability always came too. She was the only person in the world who could see straight through me, in terms of both my emotions and thought processes. She could sense that I wanted to ask her something, but she didn't know what.

"Here we go, Shayne, dont screw this up. Say it exactly how you planned," I thought.

Dim candlelight made her emerald eyes look glossy and gem-like. I held her hands tightly and stroked the tops of them with my thumbs. Courtney smiled but didn't say a word, and our eyes remained fixed.

"Courtney, I met you when I was a dumb, quiet teenager who didn't have the balls to speak to anyone..."

Courtney laughed with tears beginning to form in her eyes. I suspected she knew where this was going.

I continued, "That dumb teenager fell in love with a girl by the name of Courtney Miller, and she was the most beautiful, kind, intelligent, funny girl he had ever met. That dumb teenager is now a dumb grown up, who still loves that same beautiful, kind, intelligent, funny woman, and he wants to ask her something very important..."

Courtney's eyes widened with anticipation as she laughed and cried all at the same time, and then she asked, "What's that?"

"Courtney Miller, my Genius Girl, would you like to live with me?" I inquired as I choked up with tears.

Courtney nodded as she sobbed with joy, "Yes, yes Shayne! I would love to!"

We embraced tightly, and kissed so incredibly passionately, so much so that by the time we pulled away, almost three minutes had passed!

"I love you so much," Courtney whispered into my ear as we kissed again.

"I love you more," I returned.

"Not possible," she moaned in between more kisses.

"Are we really gonna have this argument again?" I asked jokingly.

Courtney grinned and brushed my hair off of my forehead, "Nah, how about we have sex instead?"

I smirked, "Hmm, well let me think about that..."

Courtney giggled as I picked her up and kissed her face all over, before carrying her into the bedroom which was now ours rather than mine. We proceeded to compassionately make love with one another until the sun rose during the early hours of the next morning, by which point we were too exhausted to even get out of bed.