Notes: Went back and fixed some typos and inconsistencies, but nothing major. Thanks to all of you who have taken the time to read my story. I hope to write more That's So Raven in the future (...and read more, too! Hint, hint ;).

Chapter 10

More than a month has passed since the incident with Ben Sturky and Chelsea was finally starting to feel like her old self again. She was healing nicely and her doctor had cleared her to do a bit more physical activity. She was even set to return to work soon, but was only cleared for light duty.

There had been a few occasions when she had gone into the precinct to check up on Eddie and he seemed to be fine, albeit a bit cranky at having to work with a temporary partner. He and Chantel were to be married in a few weeks and she had been pleasantly surprised to get an invitation that was addressed to her and Raven.

The newspapers had been all over the story for weeks and it was only just starting to die down. On one of her visits to the precinct, Captain Lawler had given her some advice about lying low after a picture of her and Raven was featured in an article, but luckily no more had come of it. She and Raven made sure to take extra precautions and her apartment was still a sanctuary for them.

She recalled a conversation she and Raven had a few weeks ago about their living arrangements.

Chelsea dug through a pile of clean laundry trying to find her favorite SFPD t-shirt, but she wasn't having much luck. She searched through yet another pile, but quickly gave up and chose something else to wear instead. As she made her way into the living room, she looked around at all of the extra shoes by the door and boxes stacked in a corner. It made an already small apartment even smaller.

"It sure is getting crowded in here," she said as she made her way into the kitchen where Raven was making dinner. She peaked over the designer's shoulder and into the steaming pot of homemade vegetable soup.

Raven looked at Chelsea slightly worried. "I know. I'm sorry. I've kind of been staying here uninvited. I promise I'll start looking for a new place soon."

"What? Raven, no. I love having you here," Chelsea said as she wrapped her arms around the designer's waist, hugging her tightly.

Raven relaxed and returned the embrace. She was glad to hear it because she loved every minute she was with Chelsea.

"Actually, I've been thinking that maybe we could start looking for a bigger place…together," Chelsea said softly. Their relationship was moving fast and it was still so new, but she was sure of her love for Raven and they had gotten along wonderfully living together for the past month. Now that Raven was free to share the fact that she was a psychic, it was a lot easier for them to continue getting to know each other. She had even shared more of her experiences with Ben.

Raven grinned brightly. "I think that sounds wonderful."

Later that night, Raven waited in bed while Chelsea finished up in the bathroom. She scrolled through her tablet, checking various real estate sites, but looked up when she heard the door open. Chelsea walked in wearing a very short t-shirt and she couldn't take her eyes off of her. It had been a long time since they last made love and it left her wanting more. They'd had their share of heavy petting, but she always stopped before things got too out of hand, wanting to make sure she didn't do anything to interfere with the healing process.

"What is it you wanted to show me?" Chelsea asked as she climbed into her side of the bed. She picked up the brush that was sitting on the nightstand and ran it through her long hair a few times.

Raven watched as the shiny red tresses tumbled over Chelsea's shoulder. "Um…it can wait until tomorrow." She sat the tablet on the nightstand and focused her attention on the detective. "So, how was your doctor's appointment?"

Chelsea leaned over and began kissing Raven's cheeks, lips and neck. "It was fine," she mumbled.

Raven deepened the kiss and pushed her tongue past Chelsea's lips. Her hand massaged the smooth skin of the detective's thigh before sliding higher to her hip.

Chelsea straddled Raven's lap firmly and pushed her gently down onto her back. Her hands made their way underneath the sleep camisole the designer was wearing and her fingers brushed against full, soft breasts.

Raven moaned. "Maybe we should stop," she said breathlessly although she really didn't want to. Chelsea continued touching her and she gave no resistance when the detective helped her out of her camisole. Warm hands massaged the newly exposed skin and she was completely aroused.

"We don't have to," Chelsea whispered after another deep kiss. Sitting up, she pulled her own shirt off and tossed it aside before resting her body fully against Raven's. "The doctor said it was fine." She covered Raven's mouth with her own before she could respond, but their lips parted with a loud smack when she felt a sting on her butt.

"And just when were you going to tell me?" Raven asked as her hand began to massage the firm cheek she had just swatted.

"I'm telling you now," Chelsea smiled as she moved her kisses to Raven's neck and chest.

They continued to make love, both cherishing the other and grateful to be together after everything that happened. Raven was glad to have someone she could be completely open and honest with and she knew she would never let Chelsea go.

The End.