What A Feeling

Becca wakes as she feels the kiss on her cheek. Every morning, for the last two weeks, she wakes up wondering if that perfect night at the stadium was a dream?
“Good morning, my future wife.”
Becca smiles. I guess it wasn’t a dream. “Good morning, Irish.”
“How is it, Darling, that you get more beautiful everyday?”
She grins. “I love you, Niall.”
He gets a serious look. “And I love you. How about I show you just how much?”
“Mmm, yes please, Mr. Horan.”
Niall smirks. Then moves in to kiss her...slowly...perfectly.
The look in his gorgeous blue eyes, overwhelming Becca. She runs her nails down his back, as his kisses trail down to her neck.
She whispers to him. “I can’t wait to be your wife.”
He pauses, looking into her eyes. “I can’t wait either, Darling.”
Then his kisses move slowly down her body. Her back arching the farther down he gets.
“Niall!” She grasps at the sheets as the pleasure rolls through her body.
Looking down the bed, she sees Niall with a satisfied grin.
“You’re quite pleased with yourself, aren't you, Irish?”
Moving to hover above her, he pushes her hair back from her face. “I love taking you over the edge; seeing that look on your face.”
She smirks. “Well let’s see if I can give you a similar look.”
Pushing him over, then straddling him. Starting her kisses at his lips, biting his bottom lip before moving to nibble on his perfect neck.
She grins listening to the contented moans escaping him. Next she glides her hands over his strong chest, returning to leave kisses as well.
Niall grabs her hips. “I can’t wait any longer, Gorgeous.”
They join together, kissing as his hands continue to grip her hips as she moves above him. Bringing him to an absolute frenzy as he screams out her name.

Laying in his arms, after, Becca sighs. “Is it just me, Irish, or is it even better here in our new home?”
He grins. “I thought it’s been even more amazing since we got engaged.”
“Mmm, maybe it’s both.”
“We really should start unpacking, B.”
Becca frowns. “I know. How about a shower together first?”
Niall grins. “I like the way you think, Mrs. Horan.”
“You can’t call me that yet.”
He pushes her hair back, catching it behind her ear. “Why not, Darling? That’s what you are in my heart.”
Becca grins. “Oh, Irish, you are so getting lucky in the shower.”
Niall cackles as he chases her out of the room.

“Hey, B, where you want this box?”
“Right here, let’s go through that one first.”
“So this will be our sports room?”
Becca smiles. “Yeah. Do you think it’s big enough?”
“If we need more room, we’ll just knock out that wall.”
She laughs. “Niall, you do realize most people would think we’re weird?”
He leans over, kissing her forehead. “All that matters, is that we understand each other.”
“Oh I forgot to tell you that Kara and Adam are coming over for dinner tonight, before they head back to England.”
Niall laughs. “How strange is it that your friend and mine end up together?”
“I know, who would have thought Kara would fall for Hot Adam.”
Niall rolls his eyes.
“Oh, Irish, he’s definitely no where near as hot as you are.”
He grins. “Good answer.”

“This box is done, B. Want me to grab another?”
She lays her hand gently on his arm, pausing him. “Niall, sitting here in our new home, unpacking boxes together...I swear I can feel my heart healing.”
“I’m so happy to hear you say that, B.”
“You’re sure you are ok with living here for part of the year?”
Niall reaches for her hand, entwining their fingers. “I’ll go anywhere, as long as I’m with you, Darling.”
He turns their hands, bringing hers to his lips, kissing it near her ring.
She smiles. “There you are, my perfect Disney prince.”
Niall laughs. “Where the hell did this Disney prince stuff come from? I’m about as far from a Disney prince as you can get.”
Becca raises her other hand, cupping the side of his face.
“Oh, Irish, you have no idea how close you are; at least for me.”
He squeezes her hand. “Does that make you my princess?”
She laughs. “I’m not really princess material.”
Niall swallows hard. “To me you are. I love you, B.”
Leaning her forehead in to rest against his. “And I love you, Niall James Horan.”


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Let’s not call this The End...let’s call it the seventh inning stretch.

**Let me know if you’d be interested in a sequel.**

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