Domesticity: Nolan Price x Reader
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Following the ongoing storyline:
How We Met - Nolan reflects on your relationship.
Happy Birthday - Nolan doesn’t celebrate his birthday.
Lifetime - There’s no future for you and Nolan but that doesn’t stop you loving each other.
Légende (NSFW) - Nolan remembers the last time you were together.
Blood - You support Nolan in the immeadiate aftermath of the subway shooting.
Together - You and Nolan can’t be together and you can’t be apart.
Down With The Ship - You make a decision that changes everything for you and Nolan.
Giving In - Nolan makes his own decision in regards to your future.
The morning after the Policeman’s Ball Nolan finds you in his kitchen, wearing nothing but his shirt, trying to figure out how to operate his brand new coffee machine. He leans in the doorway smiling at the sight because never in a million years did he think he’d have you back in his life.
His arms wrap around your waist, his chest pressing against your back as he buries his face into the curve of your throat.
“I missed this.” He murmurs, his lips ghosting over that deviant little spot just underneath the hinge of your jaw. “You in my home, wearing my clothes.”
“I think you missed the sex.” You tease pushing the button on the coffee machine. He laughs then, a wry chuckle against your skin.
This is what you’ve missed, the moments of domesticity. You’ve always known you wanted to spend the rest of your life with Nolan Price, commitment was never the issue. It’s the constraints that come with marriage, the sensation of feeling trapped.
It took you two years to divorce your ex-husband and he had fought you every step of the way, not for love, but recompense. Nolan isn’t that man, but the wounds they’re still raw, still fresh. You don’t know if you’ll ever be able to let someone possess you like that again but Nolan, he doesn’t want to own you, he simply wants to love you.
“Did you mean what you said last night?” You ask him as you turn to face him.
I don’t need the marriage, he’d whispered. I just need you.
“I do.” He tells you, his fingertips trailing over the buttons of the shirt you’re wearing, slowly undoing them. “My life without you is miserable. You’ve been back a couple of hours and I haven’t stopped smiling. I don’t ever want that to stop.”
“It doesn’t have to.” You tell him as the fabric falls open revealing your nakedness. “I’m yours for as long as you’ll have me.”
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