#remnelly

Rem slowly deepened the kiss, relishing in the feel of her on him. She smelled good, she was beautiful, she gave him attention, and she was more or less his… And in his room. It was a good combination in his mind but he was still holding off on sex when it came to her.

It a was a good few minutes before he even thought of breaking the kiss, his need to breath being the breaking force.

Nelly giggled when he quoted his mother. She was so adorable, Nelly had only met her once and she could picture the woman saying it.

Nelly really liked his mom.

She hope she liked her back.

None of her comments were new to Rem's ears. He had been hearing similar things all his life and was sure that he would continue to hear it in the future. Honestly he had never paid much mind to his looks. He wasn't a girl.

"His name is Nathaniel." He spoke his brothers name in a tone that was much softer than his normal one. He hadn't been able to say his brothers name in a normal tone for years. That's just the way it was.

" And my mother would agree with you. She claims that my father's eastern european hardiness and 'dark looks' along with her southern european longevity a 'life filled' features are the 'perfect recipe' to create 'beautiful children'." He could quote his mother's words easily for she said it often.

Although, as of late his mother had only been talking about one thing and that was Nelly. His reaction to her at the bakery had been dully noted and apparently they had been seen coming from around the side of the building. It was like living with a detective that wasn't a very good one. Luckily his father knew how to distract her.

At first, Nelly felt caught, but her boyfriend never said she couldn't look at pictures, so why wouldn't she? She smiled, and kissed his dewey cheek. "Yeah, actually. Hope you don't mind."

Rem came out of the shower wearing boxers and pair of dark jeans, hair was still damp with droplets of water trickling down his chest and back from failure to fully dry himself. His eyes immediately found Nelly before locking on the photo in her hands. He remembered that day very well, it was after everything had changed but a reflection of a past. 

Resting a hand on the desk he leaned over her. "Having fun?" He asked, his lips brushing her ear as he plucked the frame from her hand and set it back on the desk. 

Nelly sat on Rem's bed as she watched him move through his room.

He eyes were locked as he lifted his arms and removed his shirt. Rem Blackwell was not the most muscled guys, no, not at all, but she loved it. She loved the elegance of a slender body, not disguised by ripped biceps and shredded abs.

She smiled to herself. 

For a moment, she purely sat there, trying not to mess his comforter, but soon, out of shear boredom and curiosity, maybe she started without even realizing, she began rummaging gently through his things.

He was just so- he was so closed. You couldn't blame a girl for wanting a little peak on his private life.

The trophies on his walls, those didn't surprise her now, now that she thought about. Neither did the ring, really, assuming it was part of the family. She didn't dare touch it. She shifted through his underwear drawer, and browsed shelves. Some of the pictures were so Rem, not even a smirk as he looked at a birthday cake, and some a bit puzzling, but she wasn't about to ponder on it. She wasn't looking to question him. She was just looking to see him. 

She ended up sitting in his desk chair, and after playing with his computer for a few minutes, a picture next to his desktop caught her eye, and she left her game of Solitaire for a moment to pick it up. Rem, smiling with his baby brother. Nelly smiled and set it down, going back to her game.

Rem glanced down at her, not really seeing the appeal of the house. "It's just a house" He reminded her as he lead the way through the foyer and up the stairs. His room was all the way down the hall and to the right. He had picked it solely because it had two windows.

His room was very simple. It was hard wood floor with a queen sized bed placed between the two windows, a wooden desk on the far wall to the left of the bed next to the bathroom door, and a bookshelf on the wall facing the foot of his bed. A black shag rug took up the middle of the room matching with his black bedspread. He liked black in the sense that it was simple and clean; when the right amount was used at least. 

Nelly just nodded and let Rem start the engine. Her head rested against his back as he drove her back to his house. 

His house.

Woah. 

Something told her that not many people she knew got a chance to come here, honestly. She smiled to herself as he rode up the road.

The house, though, the house she didn't expect. When he stopped in his driveway she let him pull her off his bike, but then she just stood there, and she stared.

"Jesus Christ, Rem."

The place was massive. Like mansion massive. Like, 'what the hell' sort of massive. And gorgeous.