|That's All I Ask
Author: Natalie Goodman PM
"He's starting to think staring at the back of Natalie Goodman's head in every class for six years isn't the best way to win her heart." Thirty day drabble challenge for Henry/Natalie. Complete!Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Angst - Natalie G. & Henry - Chapters: 30 - Words: 13,475 - Reviews: 20 - Favs: 10 - Follows: 5 - Updated: 08-15-12 - Published: 07-04-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8284429
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Challenge 9: Move.
"You ready?" He smiles, rubbing the back of her hand in circles as they stare at the building. She's tense, hands clenched and teeth biting her lip so hard, he's afraid she'll break the skin. But, she nods. He smiles, taking the key from the ignition and getting out of the car, meeting her on the passenger side. "You've got nothing to worry about, babe. I promise. Your dad'll be fine by himself."
"I know…" She trails off, eyes still stuck on the structure looming over them. He notices, but doesn't say anything. Simply squeezes her hand and leads her to the trunk.
They bring up a box each, standing awkwardly in the elevator as cheesy 80's instrumental makes the silence even more unbearable, so he takes it upon himself to break it, "Nervous?" She only nods in response, deep in thought. His mouth twitches a smile before just staring at the box in his hands. She's going to warm up, he knows; it was her idea in the first place. She just needs some time.
"Would you do the honors, Miss Goodman?" Henry grins, fishing the key from his pocket. She smiles, taking the key and slowly turning it in the lock. With a push, the door opens.
They unpack the two boxes, taking out throw pillows and blankets and candles, snacks and wires and so many useless trinkets. They make multiple trips and soon the empty space is starting to look less bare, more lived-in. She unpacks as he cooks at the crappy little stove, but it's just fine with them. Lighting a bunch of candles, Natalie sets up a make-shift bed on the floor, since they won't be getting a mattress until tomorrow.
Now it's late and they're curled up in the blankets together, exhausted but oh so very excited. "So," He mumbles into her neck, kissing between words, "What do you think of our new home, Miss Goodman?"
Natalie grins, lacing her fingers in his hair, "Our home. I think I like it… as long as I get the shower in the mornings."
Henry kisses up her neck to her jaw, and she believes the conversation is done with until, "We never agreed to that.." He nips her ear and she squeaks in surprise.
"Well then," Natalie smiles, winking before snuggling into his chest, "I guess we both get the shower in the mornings."
Henry couldn't be happier with the arrangement.