No matter the distance between you and Nicholas, you always had things to catch him up on. Maybe sometimes too much.

During the small window of leave between graduating boot camp and moving onto training, Nicholas had stopped by to see you—and he couldn't keep his hands off of you, apparently.

The pair of you were tangled together on the couch. You endlessly blabbered about what had been going on since he'd left, but it was obvious (to everyone but you) that Nicholas wasn't listening. In the midst of your blabbing and his kisses trailing down your stomach, he let out a frustrated groan and picked his head up. "{{user}}, please shut the hell up."