Greetings my lovely readers I have news for you. This is the last chapter of Moving Day. I know, sad isn't it? Fear not, I actually plan on following through with Glass Slippers and not copping out like i did with this story and with Turnabout. I never intended for this to actually become a full story - it was supposed to be a one shot - so there was never a plot or anything so I'm going to focus on my one story as I venture into busy University life. I have so much reading and writing that I've committed to this semester that I can't handle more than I FanFic at a time. That said, I've worked writing a chapter a week into my schedule so it'll really depend on my lovely and talented Beta whom I'm going to try working with again. These past few chapters haven't been beta'd at all and I think the chapters have been affected severely by it - you can this is unbeta'd by my lovely grammar skills in this note. So, in conclusion, Moving Day is over and I'll have the next chapter of Glass Slippers written by the end of the week (the last chapter from Kate's PoV before we look in on what Rick's been up to these past few years) so you might want to go back and re-read the last few chapters to refamiliarize yourself with it. Anyways, if you want to follow my on twitter you can find me at vatrask otherwise, I'm done here!

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They lay there in warm, post coital not saying much of anything as he stroked her spine lazily as she drifted off to sleep. "I'm glad we did this." She murmured, snuggling further into his naked chest.

"Had make-up sex?" He asked, still staring at the dark ceiling, a single sliver of the streetlights outside streaming in.

"No." She smacked his chest playfully, keeping her head there and feeling his chuckle vibrate through her entire body; "decided to get married." The room was suddenly filled with a heavy silence that was thicker than the musk of their reconciliation. Rick wasn't sure how to take that statement; as if there were any other option than to move forward in their relationship once they started. "I just mean that I'm glad we finally took that leap." She corrected, sensing his apprehension.

"You took the leap, Kate." He consciously pulled her closer to him. "I fell a long time ago."

She smirked into his chest. "Look at you, getting sentimental after sex. If I'd known you would be this sappy I would have rethought this whole thing."

"You seducing me and offering sexual favors?" Her knee curled until it was dangerously close to his member and he winced at the not so delicate pressure there.

"I did nothing of the sort." She spoke, aghast.

"Of course you did; stripping in front of me, teasing me mercilessly with your scantily clad dinner ensemble, keeping the lights off as he made sweet" his free hand came up to trail down the valley of her chest "passionate" his fingertips brushing her stomach caused her to shiver and her muscles to contract "love." She gasped as he found her heat, her shaking breath slowly filling the room as the temperature increased with each stroke he made.

"Best decision I ever made."She breathed as he continued to work his magic, her one fingers grasping his biceps and squeezing and kneading as her pleasure increased.

"Marrying me is the best decision you'll ever make." He smiled that cocky little grin of that she instantly needed to kiss off his face. He held her lips, massaging them with his own as her orgasm shook her slowly and sweetly, a reflection of their languid position. It was silent and drawn-out, her head falling backwards and her grip on his arms increasing steadily. They parted as she came back to earth, smiling slowly against his lips, knowing that he wore a grin to match.

"I've no doubt I made the right decision this time."

"You always made the right decision about us." He kissed her nose, pushing a few pithy remarks about the angst-ridden time just before they had closed her mother's case. "Can you imagine if we had actually slept together that first night all those years ago?"

"It would have been great." She confessed, pulling her one leg over his so she was practically sprawled on top of him, his hand trapped between them; right where it should be.

"Of course it would." He smirked before his face fell. "But it wouldn't have been right."

She knew what he was saying but she couldn't help the roll of her eyes. "Sappy and sentimental? Geez maybe this whole seduction idea was not by best decision ever."

"So you admit that it was a seduction."

"Not that I had to try very hard. All I have to do is look at you-"

"-and I'll come running every time." She snuggled into his chest, finally allowing her body to relax and fall into unconsciousness.

"Me too." He smiled and was about to respond with another signature immaturely charming remark when he realized that his fiancée was mostly asleep, a contented smile on her face.

"I love you Kate Beckett." He kissed the top of her head, his hand wrapped around her shoulder massaging her slowly before closing his eyes and drifting off into the same dream world.