Unexpectedly (Incomplete) *Updated 9/1*

[meg_robb]

I youtubed the song, and I absolutely love it. I love this chapter. I love this story. I love everything haha. Super sweet! Can't wait for more.

[bluebird]

Very sweet update. Rob singing to her...wow!

[MsV]

lol im stuck on the salt n papa song.... Shot gun bang what's up with that thang i wanna know how does it hang lol. that was too sweet with the song he sang to her

[b4bystar]

Awe very sweet update. Loved the Salt N Pepa song!

[jaspers_darlindancer]

Retro-throw back to the 90s = amazing
a hot shower with Rob = melted panties
that boy and his guitar = swooning
and a declaration of love = priceless

[cassiopeia]

Hooray for updating soon! I hope you all enjoy, thanks for the awesome reviews!!!!

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It's here. I'm not opening it until you get back.

I hit send and leaned back in my chair, waiting for a response I wasn't sure would come. To my surprise, my phone lit up, but not with a text; instead, a phone call.

"Hello?"

"I will personally spank you if you do not open that envelope," Rob said smoothly from the other end. "That is a promise."

I could almost hear his grin through the phone. "I can't open it without you here. Really, I can't."

"Is this just a ploy to get me to come home?"

"Maybe," I said coyly, propping my feet up on the chair next to me.

"Two more weeks, love," he said, then paused. From the sound of it, it sounded like he was smoking.

"You on break?" I asked quickly.

"Just for a few moments," he replied, exhaling. "You better open that envelope now. You have me on the phone."

I sighed. "I'm not doing it. It can wait two weeks."

"Fly out here, then," he reasoned. "I'll call and see when the next plane leaves."

I stroked the envelope with my finger, considering my options. I could hear him finishing his cigarette, and I imagined him standing outside in his sunglasses and coat, flicking the ash as he exhaled the smoke. I felt a familiar tingle between my thighs imagining it.

"Call me back when you know." I disconnected the phone and ran to my room to begin packing. I was giddy like a little child. It was now January, and Rob was just about to finish filming on location in Canada. I had been asked to resign from my job in August, and instead of fighting it, I instead took the six months of compensation and put my house up for sale while waiting to hear back from all the universities I had applied for. So far, I had only heard back from Emerson, which had accepted me. It was one of my last choices, so I hadn't been too excited for it. At the least, however, I knew I had somewhere to go next fall. My house sold almost immediately (I tried to tell myself it had nothing to do with me dating Rob), and instead of staying in L.A., I chose to move into my parents' house in New York, because they were still in Italy while my father was doing his sabbatical.

Rob had come with me to help me move and stayed with me for a few weeks before leaving for filming. Since then, I spent most of my days catching up on Sex and the City reruns and re-reading my essays that I had submitted, critiquing them for any possible mistakes I could have made. Missing Rob so much made me think I was going crazy, and I felt like one of those losers who is completely consumed by their boyfriend. What made it worse was that none of my old friends lived here anymore, so I felt like a double loser. No friends, being consumed by my boyfriend, watching nonstop Sex and the City reruns. I had to stop myself from grabbing a log of cookie dough to eat a few days ago at the store, which prompted a ten minute crying fest because I used to eat cookie dough with Taylor. Crazy? I think so. After that, I decided I needed to start volunteering somewhere so that I was actually doing something with my life.

My phone rang, and I grabbed it.

"Two hours," Rob said quickly. "I booked you a ticket and a cab will be at your house in thirty minutes."

I squealed with joy. "I love you! I can't wait to see you!"

"I love you too, darling. I can't wait to see you. I have to get back to set, I'm already late, but I'll be there tonight. And bring the envelope!"

I jumped up and down giddily and continued throwing clothes into my suitcase, almost forgetting my Oxford envelope. I had decided Oxford was my number one choice just before I had sent the application away, because I wanted to be closer to my parents and because they had the best English program. Rob continued to tell me that I could go anywhere I wanted and he would follow me, but I knew he secretly was hoping for Oxford too, not only because it was near London, but also because he could see how excited I was for it.

The way I was with Rob scared me a little, but in a good way. After that weekend in Napa when he had sung to me and told me he was in love with me, something changed between us. It felt right, and it was almost hard for me to imagine how life had been before we had begun dating. The hardest part was being apart. This was the part I had been struggling with. Yes, it was nice having the four hour-long phone calls in the middle of the night, talking about everything from family to sock preferences, but it didn't compare to the four hour talks in bed, with his arm around me, stroking my back gently. I smiled just thinking about it. I missed him so much. Two months apart was too much.

A few hours later, I found myself in Rob's messy hotel room, looking over the city of Toronto. I smiled as I looked over the mounds of sweats, jeans, and t-shirts laying in piles around his bedroom. My heart swelled with that dopey feeling known as love, and I straightened up the room for him before he came back. I could just hear my mother's voice in my head saying, "You like it now, Sofia, but just think of ten years down the road, how much you'll hate it." Even that didn't ruin my mood, though, and I sprawled across the bed, inhaling his scent on the pillows. It was something I didn't realize how much I missed until I had it in my life again. My phone beeped and I unlocked it quickly.

I'm on my way home. You better be naked.

I grinned and threw my phone down on the bed before digging through my suitcase. One day I had been bored of my TV on DVD marathons and had gone online and bought a bunch of lingerie to wear for Rob. I never used to think that lingerie was useful, because in my eyes, you just take it off and it doesn't really serve much of a purpose.

I went into the bathroom and put on the lace babydoll top and skimpy lace thong and touched up my hair and makeup. I smudged dark eyeshadow in the corners of my eyes to create a smoky eye and reapplied mascara so that my eyelashes popped. Just as I was giving my hair a final tousle, I heard Rob call out from the living room, and I walked into the bedroom, where he had just entered. He dropped his bag when he saw me.

"Is this naked enough?" I asked coyly.

His mouth dropped and he nodded slowly, moving toward me slowly. I met him halfway and kissed him deeply, pushing him toward the bed so that he fell down. I crawled on top of him and ran my tongue along his teeth. I felt him growing beneath me and I instinctively grinded my hips against him. He groaned deeply and grabbed my hips for leverage.

"This is a great way to come home," he panted as I unbuttoned his shirt, kissing the exposed skin after each one. I kissed along the line of his pants, rubbing his bulge slowly as I did. He groaned and put a hand on my head. I unbuttoned his pants and slowly unzipped them. I pulled them down and traced the outline of his erection with my finger until he groaned for me to take off his boxers. I tossed them on the floor and took his entire length in my mouth in one fluid motion. He groaned and grabbed a handful of my hair, making me suck faster. I ran my tongue along his shaft and massaged the tip with my tongue before taking him in my mouth again. After a few moments, he pulled me up to him again, kissing my neck.

"You don't want me to finish, do you?" he panted, running his fingers over my stomach and down to my panties. I shook my head and hummed with pleasure as he sucked the crook of my neck where neck met shoulder. He moved down and kissed lightly down my stomach and licked his way back up to my breasts.

"As much as I love this, I love your tits more," he groaned, unclasping the closure quickly and flicking my nipple with his tongue. My entire body was pulsating with want for him, and I stroked his cock with the hand that wasn't buried in his hair.

"Someone's anxious," he chuckled, trailing a hand down my stomach while continuing to kiss my breasts. He pushed my panties aside and slipped a finger inside me. "And wet," he added.

"Come on," I begged.

"So impatient, Sofia," he chastized, bringing his lips back to mine and letting his tongue linger inside my mouth.

"It's been two months, come on," I panted, stroking him faster. He moaned and pressed his forehead against mine.

"Fine, naughty girl," he said gruffly, and he grabbed my hips and flipped me over. He ripped my panties off and pushed into me, grabbing my hips to steady himself. I moaned and grabbed the pillow as he thrust deep inside me, his fingernails digging into my skin. He spanked me hard and I groaned. "I told you I would spank you," he said gruffly, pushing deeper into me. As his thrusts became more erratic, I pushed back and began thrusting while he groaned. Without warning, he pulled out and flipped me over again so that I was on my back, and he buried his face between my thighs. I shrieked with the abruptness of it, my clit so engorged that the touch of his tongue sent me tumbling over the edge. I grabbed his hair and moaned for him, calling out his name over and over.

He hovered back over me and I helped him guide his hard cock back into me. He sighed as he entered me once more and met my lips with his. I grabbed his ass and dug my fingernails in, willing him to push as deep as he could into me.

"I'm going to blow if you keep doing that," he warned.

"Just do it, I want to feel you come inside me."

He groaned and thrust harder, grabbing my hair and kissing my neck. He groaned loudly and moaned my name, and I felt him spill into me. He kissed me gruffly and rolled over so his weight wouldn't rest on me.

"Bad girl," he teased, running his finger down my stomach. I shivered and he smiled at what his touch did to me.

I buried my head in the crook of his arm.

"What's wrong? Love, I was joking," he laughed, trying to get me to look at him.

"No, it's not that," I said, looking at him. My eyes were pricking with tears. "I just missed you so fucking much."

"Me too," he said quickly, pulling me back to him and holding me tight. "You have no idea how lonely it is without you here."

"Yes I do," I protested. "All I've done with my life is watch Sex and the City and Will and Grace reruns. At least you have human interaction."

"Fine, you win," he allowed. "But you're here now. And I got to spank you like I promised."

I smiled and wrapped my arms around him. He rested a hand at the small of my back and kissed my nose softly.

"I love you," I whispered.

"I love you more. Now go get your Oxford envelope."

I shook my head and buried myself deeper in his neck. He groaned and got up, walking naked over to my suitcase. He pulled it out and brought it back to the bed. I sat up and pulled the sheet over me.

"You open it," I insisted as he tried pushing the envelope toward me.

"You need to do it."

"No, you," I said, covering my eyes. "I can't do it. I'm too nervous."

He shook his head but tore it open slowly. I peeked through my hands as I watched him read. A huge grin broke out across his face.

"You're in."

"What?"

"Love, you did it. You got into Oxford!"

I squealed and threw myself on him, pushing him back on the bed and covering him in kisses. He laughed and stroked my hair. I grabbed the letter and looked for myself, finding not only my acceptance, but information about visas, banking, and housing for international students.

"I can't believe I did it!" I screeched, waving the papers in the air. "Let's have a drink!"

He laughed and pulled on a pair of boxers. "Fine, you come naked though."

I stuck out my tongue and pulled on a pair of his boxers and a tshirt, following him into the living room. He handed me a glass of champagne and we toasted.

"Do you always keep champagne in your hotel room?" I asked suspiciously.

"No, but as soon as you decided to come, I called them and had them bring it up to chill," he confessed. "I knew we'd be celebrating."

"You did not, you liar."

"Even if we weren't, we would have needed alcohol," he joked. "That's why there's rum in there too. Win-win situation."

I giggled and sat down on the couch. He rested on the arm and sipped his champagne.

"I think I'm going to buy a house," he said randomly. I about choked on my drink.

"What? Where did that come from?"

"Well, I figure you'll be at Oxford for at least two years, and I've decided to not do as many films...I figure I could do to settle down somewhere. Living out of a suitcase is getting old."

"Like you?" I teased.

"Oh right, because you're so young," he shot back.

"Hey, I'm a year younger than you."

"An old maid at twenty-six," he joked. "Anyway, unless you're bothered by me living near you, I thought maybe it'd be rather nice for us to have somewhere other than a hotel to go."

"I'd like that."

"Maybe one day we could live there together."

I about spit out my drink. "Sorry?"

"Not immediately, of course," he assured me. "Just...I just always see you in my life, and I want us to make a life together."

"I want that too," I assured him. "But a house?"

"Just help me pick it out," he insisted. "When the time comes. Not immediately."

"Talk to me before I'm about to move, and we can look at houses then."

"Deal."

"Deal."

He leaned down and kissed me gently. I loved my life.

[Pumpkinmykitty]

After that last chapter I'm hoping my hubby's flight is on time because I need him like NOW !!

[jaspers_darlindancer]

I loved it! It was hot, sweet, and beautiful all in one. Please post again very soon.

[bluebird]

um...





HOT!

[cassiopeia]

Thanks everyone! Just wanted to throw out something...I'm thinking of writing a Jackson fic and posting it in the other forum on here (Twilighted is hard to get into...dunno if I want to try). Would any of you read it? Feedback appreciated!