Forever's Not Supposed to End

Jenna's point of view

"Damn you got some knots in these shoulders boy!" I said as I started to massage Nathan's shoulders and neck.

"I know. I'm so stressed," he sighed, trying his best to relax.

"It's been a rough time for you. It's no wonder you've been stressed," I said quietly, my hands trying to work out the knots in his shoulders as he lay face down on the couch with me straddling him.

The hot bath had been a good way to start, but he wasn't relaxed yet, and I wasn't stopping until I had him completely 100% calm and chilled out.

The room was helping, with soft music and candlelight, but I had an idea that might help him more.

"Where are you going? Don't stop?" he asked as I got up from sitting on him and went to the kitchen.

"You'll see," I smiled.

I opened a bottle of nice red wine I'd had hidden away and poured us two glasses, returning to Nathan laying on the couch. He looked exhausted, but more relaxed than before.

"Wine? You're getting me drunk now?" he smirked, propping himself up on his elbows to take a sip.

"Wow, nice wine," he commented as I took the glass from him and set it on the table.

"One glass to last you the whole night, I'm not getting you drunk, just helping you relax. Now seriously. Let me give you a massage, a proper one?"

"Fine," he sighed.

He was being deliberately childish and difficult. I found it frustrating but cute at the same time.

He squirmed as I poured a little massage oil on his back.

"Quit it," I giggled as he pulled a face.

"I feel all slimy now," he grimaced as I started to slowly rub the oil into his skin with small circles.

"That's what the shower afterwards is for," I smiled, leaning down and kissing him on the cheek.

"Wait. You just made me take a bath with you, and then a shower too? Is this whole night you trying to tell me I need to wash more often?"

"No. Now seriously. Shut up and just close your eyes and relax," I said, rubbing his back more firmly.

He sighed and closed his eyes, but there was a small smile on his face.

I moved so I was straddling him, sat on his lower back.

My hands traced over his thin frame, easing the tension in the muscles in his shoulders and the back of his neck. His hands moved down from being under his head and they settled on holding my thighs, his fingertips ghosting circles on my skin and making me shiver. Every now and then as I would increase the pressure of the movements of my hands he would let out a small moan or whimper, telling me I was doing something right.

Eventually Nathan's breathing slowed right down, his body became relaxed and I knew I had succeeded in my mission to give him at least one evening of feeling calm.

I gently climbed off him, not sure if he was asleep or not, as his fingers had stopped tracing their circles quite some time ago.

"That was amazing," he mumbled as I took a sip of my glass of wine.

"You think?" I smiled, turning to face him.

"Yes. And I think it's your turn," he said, sitting up slowly and stretching his arms out.

"Oh... No. Tonight is all about making you relax, you don't have to-"

"But I insist. Come on. Drop the robe and lay down," he smirked.

"Are you sure? You don't have to," I said, suddenly feeling shy.

"Get over here," he sighed, taking the wine from me and setting it on the table and then draping his arms around me.

I looked up at him and he smiled.

"Thank you, for everything you do, for existing," he smiled and I smiled in return.

I pressed my lips to his, unable to think of any words to return.

"What do you say, we bring this," he said, picking up the bottle of massage oil, "And these," he picked up the two glasses of wine, "To the bedroom with us? And I'll give you your massage there?" he said softly as we broke apart.

I didn't say anything, just pulled him towards the bedroom.

I took the wine from him and set it on the bedside cabinet, turning the lights down low.

I turned back to face him and he had already covered his hands in massage oil.

"Somebody's eager," I smirked, watching his face as I opened my satin robe and then shrugged it off, letting it fall to the floor.

His eyes widened slightly and his lips formed the tiniest of lustful smirks.

"Well, I mean. I thought you being naked couldn't be any better, but slippery and naked? Sounds awesome to me," he laughed and I shook my head.

I lay on the bed on my stomach and almost immediately felt his warm hands rubbing oil into my back.

"It's easier if you sit on me," I told him.

"Yeah, but you're naked," he smirked, leaning down to kiss the end of my nose.

"But you aren't," I commented at his boxers.

"Thought you didn't want to have sex with me tonight," he chuckled, climbing on top of me and sitting straddling my upper thighs so he could reach my whole body.

"I don't," I smirked, watching his face fall.

"We're going to try something different," I said, then watched the look of fascination.

He leaned down to my ear, his mouth pushing my hair aside as his hands started to slowly rub my lower back.

"What's this something different you want to try?" he breathed, sending a shiver through my body.

He noticed and I felt him smirk against my ear.

"We have a lot of sex, you know? What if we... slow it right down? Like, do you get what I mean? I'm not saying I don't like how it usually is, but tonight I kind of want to take things really slow," I explained and he trailed kisses over the back of my neck.

"I think I can do that, I've been wanting to for a really long time, but I didn't want you to think I was a sissy or anything," he chuckled.

"Never," I giggled.

"Can we... can I do something?" he asked hesitantly.

"Sure," I said through a yawn. It was starting to get late and I was getting tired. I let my eyes slip closed as I felt Nathan climb off me momentarily before he was back where he was to begin with. I could no longer feel the fabric of his boxers against my legs, so I knew he had taken them off.

"You're pretty tense too you know," he mumbled against my neck, leaning down as his hands started to massage my shoulders.

"Been worried about you," I whispered.

"Just relax," he smiled against my neck, then leaned around and pressed his lips to mine. I tilted my head so I could kiss him back and then lay my head back down on the bed and just concentrated on the feeling of Nathan's hands on my body.

His hands started to trail up and down my sides, his mouth finding my neck and ear, his tongue teasing me.

"Don't tease," I mumbled against the pillow.

"Mmm, OK, let me try and make this even better for you," he whispered, moving off me again. He gently rolled me onto my back and then started to kiss my thighs. I let out a contented sigh and let him move my legs apart slightly, him now kneeling between them.

His hands started to massage my legs. He paused to get more massage oil, his hands now slipping as they ran over my skin.

I watched him carefully as he looked up at me, an expression of fascination on his face still.

A small smirk on his lips, he slowly leaned down and started to kiss the insides of thighs as he continued to massage.

"Nathan, what are you-oh," I gasped slightly as his kisses moved higher until his tongue flicked over my clit.

I let out a soft moan as he started to pleasure me with his tongue. This was something he'd never really done. We had never been much of a couple for foreplay, but I knew right away this was something that would be happening a lot more often now.

Nathan's hands continued to slide up and down my legs as his tongue and lips had me quickly losing my composure. With a matter of minutes I had forgotten all about wanting to take things slowly tonight.

I arched my back and moaned his name, my hands grabbing at the back of his head lustfully.

"Gentle OK?" he said, moving up for a second to place a small kiss on my stomach.

"But it feels so good," I whined as he rested his chin on my lower stomach and smirked up at me.

He crawled up over my body, my legs immediately wrapping around his waist and my hips tilting up.

"Slowly, remember?" he smirked, kissing my neck gently, one hand pushing my hair aside.

"I know, just not so slow that I actually scream from frustration," I giggled and he sighed, lowering his body down so he was laying top of me.

He pressed his forehead to mine and I smiled as I looked into his eyes. The colour so unique. Blue, mixed with green and grey too. They looked more blue than ever tonight.

"I love you," he smiled.

"I love you too, so much," I pressed my lips to his and we kissed for a few moments before his tongue trailed along my bottom lip.

Soon we were making out heatedly, rolling over so I was on top for a few moments, and then we was.

He rolled us so I was beneath him and shifted his hips, pausing for a second before very slowly entering me.

I couldn't help but moan quietly, and Nathan's eyes slipped shut momentarily and a small sigh left his body.

Our foreheads still pressed together, we moved in perfect time, slowly and carefully, but still passionately. Our lips met again, and we became locked in a hot kiss as we both inched towards our release.

My hands were gripping at fistfuls of bedsheet.

Nathan's breathing was speeding up, but he continued to kiss my neck, one hand on my hip, the other gently caressing my side.

"Mm, Nathan," I moaned quietly.

"You feel incredible," he smiled, his voice lower than usual.

I nodded slightly and tilted my hips up to change his angle.

I let out a small whimper as my pleasure increased and he smirked.

Our pace increased, but only slightly.

I moved my hands from gripping the bedsheets below me and placed them on Nathan's back, starting to rub the small circles again.

"Mm, that's so good," he moaned against my neck.

We were both drenched in sweat. The temperature in the room was rising rapidly.

I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist and used my legs to grip his body tightly, holding him in place, our bodies as connected as they could be.

Our lips met again, tongues fighting for dominance of the kiss as we stayed completely still. The only sound in the room was our heavy breathing and pounding hearts.

I arched my back against him and he started to move again, but still very slowly and deliberately. I gasped out at the sensation and my eyes fluttered closed.

"You close?" he breathed in my ear and I nodded.

Nathan shifted slightly, changing angle again and I moaned against his neck.

Keeping the same slow pace, Nathan pushed me into the bed harder with each thrust, pushing me right to the edge.

"OK, I just, I can't-" he gasped out, both hands gripping my hips.

He sped up to a rough, fast pace. I gasped out with every movement, my hands gripping the bars of the headboard to brace against his sudden force.

"So close, don't st-oh," I moaned out and he smirked, our lips meeting in one final, messy kiss. I tore my mouth from his and moaned loudly as I hit my climax. My eyes stayed locked to his though, and the expression on his face was one of pure lust as he also hit his orgasm, spilling inside of me with a loud moan.

He slowed to a stop and pulled out, laying beside me on the bed, our legs still entwined.

We didn't pull the blankets over, it was way too hot in the room to need them.

Still gasping for air I smiled at him, and he grinned, leaning the few inches and kissing me softly on the lips.

We fell into a contented silence for a few minutes, letting our bodies return to normal.

"I love you," he whispered, kissing the side of my head.

"I love you more," I smiled, wrapping my arms around him.

"No way. That's impossible. I love you the most," he smiled in return.

"Explain why and maybe I'll let you have it," I grinned and he looked thoughtful for a moment.

"Because every day you help me heal a little more after everything that's happened, and it takes a one in a billion kind of girl to do that, especially to still stick around after months and months of it," he said sincerely.

"As long as it takes you to heal, I'll be there. Forever, remember?" I pointed out the ring on my finger.

"It's not too late for you to back out you know, go find a real man who can like... fix a car, or do manly stuff like that," he mumbled against my neck.

"Never. You're my real man Nathan, now go to sleep before you get too un-relaxed," I smiled, kissing his forehead and watching him close his eyes as he lay his head down on the pillow next to me.

Hayley's point of view

I woke up to the sound of Matthew throwing up in the bathroom.

Confused, I glanced over at the alarm clock to find it was one in the morning.

"Matthew, are you okay?" I called, not wanting to move from the bed.

"Not really," he choked out and I removed the blankets, pulling on his pyjama pants from the floor and my shirt and walking sleepily to the bathroom.

I heard the toilet flush and then the tap running.

"Can I come in?" I asked, knocking on the door.

"If you have to. I'm so sorry I woke you, it hasn't been this bad for a while and I just, I couldn't help it, I just..." he trailed off as I entered the room.

He was pale and shaking, his body covered in a thin sheen of cold sweat. He looked away from me and at the floor, his hand going up to the left side of his head.

"It's really painful right now?" I asked and he nodded, a tear escaping his eye and rolling down his face.

"Come here," I said, pulling him into a hug. He didn't hug me back, he just stood there and trembled as pain coursed through his body.

"Let's get some of your emergency medicine? For when it gets really bad? I'll even do it for you," I offered and he nodded.

I went to the kitchen and removed the item from the drawer where it was kept.

There were only 3 left.

Hypodermic needles from the hospital, each with a syringe full of a pre-set amount of morphine.

"You've been using these on yourself?" I asked as I pulled all the sterile wrapping off the needle.

"Mhm. Yeah," he nodded through gritted teeth.

"OK, hold real still," I said quietly as I traced a vein down his left arm with my fingertips before very carefully pushing the needle through his tattooed skin. He didn't flinch or show any signs of discomfort as I slowly pushed the drugs into his bloodstream.

"Oh wow. I feel dizzy, and like I might puke again," he said quickly, his face screwing up and his body tensing.

"Hey, it's OK, just breathe," I said, removing the needle and throwing it away before leading him by the arm back to our bed.

"I'm going to get you some water. Do you want anything else?" I offered as he curled up amongst the blankets.

"No water. Nothing. Just you," he mumbled and I half-smiled.

I curled up beside him, facing him, then leaned across a placed a gentle kiss on the side of his head.

I hated more than anything to see him in this amount of pain.

The morphine was clearly having a very quick effect as he visibly relaxed, his shallow breathing slowly returning to normal.

"I love you," I smiled and he peeked his eyes open, a small smile creeping onto his face.

"I love you more, and little hidden too-shy to be a bump yet baby," he smirked, running his fingers over my still flat stomach.

"It's only four months, it's got time to grow, just wait for it," I smiled, kissing his nose.

"I can't wait until I can like, feel the baby move, and then get the 3D scan so we can see them clearly and see what he or she looks like," he mumbled sleepily.

"I know, me too. Are you feeling OK?" I asked as I noticed he was still trembling slightly.

"Still hurts," he muttered, closing his eyes tightly.

"Get some sleep," I said quietly, wrapping my arms around him protectively, as if me doing that could stop his head from hurting him.

"It'll stop hurting one day right?" he whispered and I felt a lump rise in the back of my throat.

"Of course it will," I lied. I hated to lie but it was true Matthew would always live with pain.

"I look forward to it," he mumbled as he slipped back into sleep.

My stomach twisted awkwardly as I lay beside him, I struggled to get comfortable thinking about the future and how he would cope with the challenges a baby would bring.

"Stop worrying, I can hear your brain working," he whispered through the darkness, dragging me from my thoughts.

"I'm not worrying, just thinking."

"I'm thinking too, about getting married," he mumbled, pulling me close.

I couldn't help but smile.

"I always wanted to get married outside, in the summer time," I confessed and he kissed my cheek.

"Like, barefoot in the long grass?" he whispered.

"Exactly," I nodded.

"Shall we pick a day?" he suggested.

"Mmm in the morning," I mumbled sleepily, burying my face in his neck.

"Sounds like a plan," he managed out as we both finally fell back to sleep.