Finding You

Moving

"We can't walk through the living room, Bradley." I kiss his chest and he shrugs.

"We can figure it out later." He tightens his grip around me and I smile. I love him. I love him. I love him.

"Just like we figured out the finances?" I whisper. That's how we ended up here, a tangle of limbs and sheets.

"Oh yeah, we figured those out really well." He jokes and I smile, leaning up to rest my head on his chest.

"But really, it's something we need to figure out now." He sighs, rubbing my back.

"I'll cover rent and utilities. Internet too since I need it for work."

"Bradley, that's everything except TV stuff and phones. That's hardly fair."

"I can't stop you from all the things you do for me, while having a full time job. I promise you, I'm getting much more out of this than you." He plays with my hair and I huff.

"How did you and Sarah separate things?" I asks, taking the chance that he'll be upset.

"She didn't work when we were together. She didn't have too. Like you don't."

"I would go stir crazy if I was stuck at home all the time."

"I know. You're a busy body."

"So you know that it's killing me to have so much unpacking to do?" I smile and he nods.

"I know it is but we have finances to discuss and for the time being this is my office." I roll my eyes.

"What if I just transferred half to your account every month?" I ask and he groans.

"Let's just joint bank at that point. It's too confusing to keep up with."

"I didn't even share an account with Alex."

"I'm not Alex. I'm not going to tell you what you can or can't buy. In fact, I encourage you to buy stuff."

"You know I only buy house stuff and dog stuff. That's not fair."

"No, no. Really. I'm serious. I don't buy myself anything other than new stuff for filming. Have you seen my closet? How easily we moved all of your clothes into the closet?" I remember that. He owns like 3 of everything. Even his dresser is mostly empty.

"So you're serious? We'll just have a joint account? We're just dating though. Anything could happen."

"Yeah, anything could happen but what could happen to us? You got anymore skeletons in the closet?"

"I've told you everything, Brad. There's not a thing I feel the need to hide from you."

"Right, were open books. I trust that even if something did happen, you wouldn't drain me dry."

"Fair point." I sit up and stretch. It's 3 in the afternoon and I feel like I could sleep until morning. My bones ache and my muscles burn.

"You about to go back to unpacking?" He asks and rubs my back.

"I am. I need to find room in your kitchen for my stuff."

"Just throw whatever out. I like your stuff better."

"I'm not throwing your stuff out."

"Then give the dishes and silverware away. Yours are better."

"I think I may give both of our pots and pans away and get a new set. They've seen better days that's for sure."

"Sounds like a lot of work. Sure you don't want to spend the rest of the day in this bed?" I smile.

"Tempting but if you don't come help me, You won't be spending the night in this bed." I stand up and he watches me.

"Very tempting for someone who'd spend the night on the couch with me." I roll my eyes. I would, though and he knows this. I would pretend to be serious until it came time to actually sleep.

"Don't call my bluff. Let me pretend." I slide a shirt on and grab my shorts, pulling them up.

"Fine. You can be ferocious for a minute. Hand me some clothes." I give him his shorts and a new shirt since I always take his. Kinda gross considering we've been moving all day and he's been sweating but I don't think I really care. This man looks and smells like heaven all the time and it almost makes me mad sometimes.

"I can't wait to pull these off of you later." He tugs on my shorts before sliding his own on.

"We get this kitchen sorted and I might just let you pull them off sooner."

"You always know how to motivate me." He pulls his shirt on and I sigh. I wish he would work without a shirt on sometimes. I love admiring him even if it means I get nothing done.

I walk to the kitchen, maneuvering around boxes. I grab the box containing the dishes from my house and begin the long process of replacing his dishes with mine, and then putting his into the box for donation. It only gets done because of Brad though. All of his help wrapping and boxing as we went, really made it quick and easy and painless.

"Would you look at that? A sorted kitchen." His hands appear on either side of me on the counter. He moves closer and kisses my shoulder.

"We have to do the pots and pans." I smile but move my head to the side, letting him have as much of me as he wants.

"Not going anywhere without your shorts." He begins pulling them down and I can't help but smile. This man. God, this man.

"You're insatiable." I whisper, contradicting myself as I lean onto the counter, poking my butt against him.

"My God." His hands move to my waist and I blush as he rubs himself against me. I love when he's like this.

"Hmm, I guess I should do more research on pots and pans before we buy some." I tell him and he wraps one arm around me, using the other to push my shirt up.

"You are very thorough. I'd expect nothing less."