Who: Nick, Rochelle
When: Night time
Where: Rochelle's place.
Summary: Pillow talk?
Warnings: Uh, none really? Some stuff is hinted at, but they're just in bed together, talking.
Nick stretched out lazily, head falling to rest on the pillow as he just... relished in that relaxed feeling, sated. Definitely had been worth the trip over tonight, he had to admit. But then again, when wasn't it? He turned his head, eyes roaming over her for a brief moment.
"We should do this more often, sweetheart," he murmured, shifting his body so that he was on his side, propped up on an elbow. Any more often though and they might as well move in together. Not that Nick was even anywhere close to entertaining that thought. He hadn't minded her staying with him last time, not at all, but yeah.
Things were getting a little more heated between them and he needed a comfortable distance. Trust her as he may, he never was the type to let himself get too close. That wasn't here nor there though. Nick was feeling too good right now to worry about stupid shit.