AN: Hey! Sorry I haven't posted anything in forever but I've been really busy with school. I promise I'm gonna try to write more. I hope you enjoy this and I really want to thank Egypt-chan for her help with this, she helped me with the ending and without her I don't know when I would have finished this so go send her some chocolates or something.

Fumbling the grocery bags, Will opened the door and made his way to the kitchen. He dropped the paper bags on the counter and started taking several items out. "They didn't have Rachel's Tofruiti ice cream, but I found a box of those vegan cookies she likes."

He reached inside the bag and walked into the living room with an expectant smile. "I also bought you some Twizzlers."

He stood in the middle of the empty room holding up the Twizzlers with a frown. "Shelby?"

"In here!" Her voice seemed to come from down the hall so he walked in that direction. He heard some shuffling coming from Shelby's office. He opened the door and found her kneeling on the floor in front of a filing cabinet. There were piles of papers and books all around her stacked in disorderly piles and the whole room was in general disarray. Her office was usually tolerably clean, even if she wasn't a control freak about things like that, but right now it looked almost as if it had exploded.

"What are you doing down there?" He jumped over a few stacks of paper and crouched down next to Shelby. She took out a new stack of papers and placed it beside her.

"I'm looking for my playbill binder." She said it without looking up and began to shuffle some things around inside the filing cabinet, occasionally tossing a folder away with a disgusted expression or replacing one somewhere else.

"Your playbill binder?" Shelby gave him an exasperated look, as if wondering how he could possibly not know what this was, and continued to move things around, her fingers tracing the labels of the thick manila folders.

"Rachel came by while you were gone and brought over all my playbills I got on our trip. I want to put them in the binder but I can't find it. I'm sure I put it in here somewhere..."

"Baby, you're supposed to be resting." He held out his hand to her but she ignored him.

"I'm fine, Will."

He got closer and laid a hand on her back. Shelby leaned into his touch. "I know you're fine but you're going back to work next week. You should take it easy until then. We talked about this." He rubbed her back until she turned to him. He cupped her cheek with his other hand and his thumb moved softly along her left cheekbone.

She gave a dramatic sigh. "Alright, I'll go back to the couch if you look for my binder." He stood and she stretched her arms towards him, looking at the mess around her with a slightly disconcerted expression. "Help me up?"

"Of course." He grinned. Will pulled Shelby to her feet and she crashed against his chest. Her arms went around his neck and she gave him a rather mischievous smile before kissing him. She pulled away after a moment and grinned. "Did I hear something about Twizzlers?"

Will held the Twizzlers above his head and smiled; she couldn't reach them at all with the eight-inch height difference between them. Without her usual heels, Will thought to himself, with an inner smile, she didn't have any hope of taking them from him. Shelby put her hands on her hips and cocked an eyebrow. "You know I don't beg."

Will's smile widened further. "I've heard you do it."

Shelby blushed and stammered a little. "That's different." She sidestepped him and walked out of the room.

He followed her into the kitchen where she started to take the remaining groceries out of the bags. He wrapped his arms around her from behind and placed three pieces of licorice on the counter in front of her, taking a bite from one himself. "I thought you were going to go back to the couch and rest."

The side of her mouth curved up but she straightened her face as she turned to him, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "I thought you were going to look for my binder for me."

He caught the amused glint in her eyes and he ran his fingers along her forearms, his touch whisper soft.

"How about some..." he whispered, his breath hot on her cheek; he could tell she was surprised. "...coffee?"

"Coffee?" Her breath caught.

"Coffee," he agreed quietly, pulling back. "But only if you will wait for me on the couch. Okay?"

"Okay," she replied, just as softly.

She walked to the couch and waited for him to arrive with two steaming hot mugs of coffee; she had barely put hers to her lips and left a lipstick print on the rim of the cup when he leaned over to kiss her.

"I missed you while you were gone," she said in between his lips against hers. He smiled.

He was leaning forwards ever so gently, pushing her backwards a little bit further back onto the various pillows on the couch. Her hand found the magazine she'd been reading earlier and tossed it aside carelessly as she leaned back more. He ran his hands through her hair and down her neck. She suddenly felt his fingers at the hem of her shirt. She tried to lean back a little more but all of a sudden there was a quick, stabbing rush of pain and she shot upwards with an additional "ow!"

Will's arm immediately came around her shoulders. "Are you okay?" he asked.

"It just hurts a little." She said rearranging himself and pulling him back down. He gave her a chaste kiss and sat back, grabbing his cup of coffee.

She blinked confused and sat up. "What the hell was that?"

He gave her an innocent look from behind his cup. "What do you mean?"

"You were all over me one second and now you're just sitting there drinking coffee like I'm your freaking coffee buddy or something."

Will sighed and placed his cup back on the table turning to look at Shelby. He brushed her cheek softly and smiled. "I think I promised to look for your binder. I'll be right back."

Shelby looked down and then stood up to follow him down the hall. She leaned on the doorframe for a while, watching him with her hands on her waist. "Will, we've been over this. I'm not going to break."

He didn't look up or even acknowledge her so she walked to him and grabbed his hand, lacing their fingers together. "I miss us."

"I miss us too. I just don't want to hurt you."

She pulled his hand to her waist and leaned in to kiss him. He was tentative at first but she nibbled his bottom lip until he opened his mouth to her. She let out all of her pent up passion and frustration from the past weeks into that kiss.

Her hands went to his shirt fumbling with the buttons. She pulled away to take a better look. "Why do your shirts have such tiny buttons?"

He chuckled and grabbed her hands and pinned them to her sides, leaning down to recapture her lips. She let out a frustrated whimper but deepened the kiss, pushing him back against the cabinet.

He crashed against it and something fell from the top, landing on his head and bouncing down to the floor. "Ouch!"

He was pressing his hand to his head and Shelby had to fight to suppress a chuckle. "I'm sorry. It looks like I'm the one who's dangerous now."

He pouted and she rubbed his head to ease the pain. She turned to look at what fell on his head and smiled. "Look! It's my Playbill binder!" She bent down and picked it up. She kissed him on the cheek and walked out of the room. "I can put my new Playbills in now."

He stood there gaping until he couldn't hear Shelby's retreating steps anymore. "But I thought we were…" He sighed and started picking up the piles of papers scattered around the room. "She's going to be the death of me."

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