Charley stumbles off the plane in Winnipeg. She was about ready to kill the five-year-old who was sitting behind her and kicked her seat the entire time. She was in a bad mood and really was just ready to get back to Jon's and sleep.

Jon. She'd missed him more than she liked to admit. He's constantly been on her mind since she slipped into bed with him almost two months ago.

She follows the signs in the airport down to baggage claim and collects her suitcase which thankfully one of the first ones down the conveyor belt. She steps outside into the cold Canada air and glances around. Immediately her eyes land on Jon leaning against a black SUV, looking right at her with a smirk on his face. His strong arms are crossed against his chest and his brown hair is a mess, but it looks good on his, it looks cute. He'd definitely been working out, she could tell. His arms bulged and, even in the cold air, he only wore a long sleeved white t-shirt that stretched across his muscles and toned chest. Charley bit her lip, it was torture.

She ran towards Jon, jumping into his arms and pulling him into a tight hug. She heard Jon chuckle, his chest vibrating against her head.

"I missed you so much." Charley says, burrowing her face further into his chest.

"I missed you too."

Jon grabs Charley's bags and tosses them into the trunk of his car and then opens the passenger door for Charley to climb into.

"What a gentleman." She teases. Jon's shrugs and tries to hide the blush that crosses his face. He closes her car door and walks to the other side of the car, climbing in, shifting the car into gear and begins driving towards his house.

They sit in a comfortable silence. Its late and Jon can tell that although excited, Charley is also exhausted from the day of travel. After awhile, Jon reaches his hand over to Charley's and laces their fingers together. She smiles at the gesture. Jon tenderly lifts their joined hands and presses and kiss to the thin skin on the back of Charley's hand.

"I'm glad you came." Jon tells her, turning his attention back to the road.

"I am too."

Fifteen minutes later, they pull up to Jon's house. It a small house, a two bedroom, one and a half bathroom house with a basement that Charley guesses is some kind of a man cave that Jon and his friends hang out in. Jon unlocks the door, revealing a modestly furnished, sleek styled house with big picturesque window that looks out on the city of Winnipeg.

"Its beautiful." Charley mumbles, gazing out the window. She can feel Jon's presence right behind her, heat radiates off of his body. His hand snakes around her waist and he peels her away from the view and leads her to the guest room, something that had caused him great thought.

Did he let her stay in the guest room or assume she would be staying in his room? He didn't want to push her into a relationship and make her feel uncomfortable and maybe she didn't even like him like that. Maybe when she crawled into his bed two months ago it wasn't because she liked him but because she knew she could trust him as a friend and was alone and sad after Jake's funeral. Finally he decided to place her in the guest room.

Charley herself was quite disappointed. She thought she had made her feelings quite clear two months ago, but perhaps not. Or maybe Jon didn't like her like that anymore. Maybe he was just being friendly and enjoyed her company. Maybe he felt bad. Whatever the reason, Charley sadly set her bags down at the foot of her bed and plasters on a fake smile before turning back to Jon.

"You okay?" He asks, noticing the faltered look that was on Charley's face. She nods quickly and turns back to her bag to pull out a pair of pajamas.

"Alright, well I'm heading to bed. Let me know if you need anything. Goodnight, Char."

Charley hears the door close behind her and hears footsteps across the hall. She sits down on the bed, her hands cradle her head. She's overthinking this, she has to be, there is no way its this complicated. After a few minutes she manages to find the strength to stand from the bed and begin getting dressed. She had stripped off her shirt and jeans when the door opens.

She freezes staring at Jon who had peeked his head through the door. His mouth hangs slightly open as he stares at Charley in barely anything. She blushes slightly when Jon pushes the door all the way open, revealing himself in just a pair of boxers. She wasn't sure if the act was to make her feel more comfortable or if it was completely by accident. At the sight of Jon's toned chest, the reason didn't matter.

"S-s-sorry." Jon stutters, the first to snap out of his trance, his face blushing bright red. Charley grabs her pajama shirt and holds it up to cover her exposed body.

"Charley, you're gorgeous, you don't need to be shy." The statement causes her face to flush to an even darker shade of red. No matter, she continues to avoid Jon's gaze and quickly work to cover her body.

In an instant, Jon is in front of her, pulling the clothes from her grasp and letting them fall to a heap on the floor. His body presses to hers, pinning her to the soft bed.

"You're beautiful." He whispers in her ear, his hot breath caressing her skin and sending a shiver down her spine. His lips find hers and they mold together perfectly. He kisses her with passion and longing. His lips leave her mouth and her hands reach out to pull them back to her but quickly abandons the mission when his lips find her neck, sucking and nipping at small patches of skin along her neck and collarbone.

"Jon," she moans and she can feel his lips curl into a smile against her skin. Her hands maneuver around his neck, tangling her fingers into his hair and bringing his lips back to hers, desperate for the feeling she's wanted for awhile.

They pull away, breathless after and few minutes. They lay on the bed, a tangled mess of limbs. Jon rests his forehead against Charley's.

"I wasn't sure if you still liked me." He admits.

"I wasn't sure if you still liked me either. I was afraid you got tired of waiting."

"I'd wait for you as long as I'd have to." Jon whispers, his eyes slipping shut. "What made you think I'd stopped?"

"You put me in the guest room."

"I thought about putting you in my room, trust me, I did, but I didn't want to rush you. But you're welcome in my room, actually, you're demanded in my room." Jon pulls at Charley's hand, dragging her into his room.

He pulls her down on the bed, and pulls her close, eliminating any and all space between them. Her back is pressed to his bare chest and he burrows his head in the crook of her neck, breathing in her sweet scent.

"Goodnight Charley."

"Goodnight Jon."

Notes

So I will probably be updating again tonight because I originally typed this chapter on my phone without a word count and then transferred it onto my computer and found that it was over 3000 words. So I'm adding some more and then splitting it into three parts so you will get three updates tonight! Comment/Vote/Subscribe! Thanks! Hope you enjoy this chapter!

Charley's Outfit: http://www.polyvore.com/no_better_time_than_now/set?id=88481068