Warning: Sex, profanity, crude humor/sexual innuendo, and alcohol consumption.

A/N: If you've read my other most recent one-shot "Out of the Woods," then you'll already know this is definitely not in that vein. It's not exactly fluffy or saccharine. It's crudely funny, profane, and sexual. (Still cute in some places though.) That's the difference between Jude/Caitlin and Jonesy/Nikki, lol. Like, for real. Anyways, I hope you enjoy it.

Jonesy's conversation stopped when someone hugged him from behind.

He wasn't startled, but he was definitely amused, especially when said person asked, "Hey, Casanova, am I interrupting something?"

He exchanged a look with his hockey friends, who immediately caught his drift and walked elsewhere, searching for someone else to talk to (or hook up with) during the party.

Turning around, Jonesy said, "You're the main reason I'm throwing this party, Nikki. Of course you're not interrupting anything."

He was being totally honest, too. If it wasn't for her returning to Toronto for college, he wouldn't be throwing this party… or, at least, throwing a party this major. He would've thrown something in celebration of starting college, but Nikki's return made life sweeter and the party grander. Jonesy and Jen's parents being out for the weekend and their siblings being occupied with overnight camps made for the biggest and best weekend of August.

"Wanna talk somewhere more comfortable?" Nikki asked. She spotted a couple open spaces on the living-room couch, seeing as many people were too busy drinking and dancing and doing things they shouldn't do to sit down. In the past week, she'd barely gotten a chance to sit down and do something she wanted to do: enjoy the company and familiarity of her boyfriend.

"Sounds good to me," Jonesy said, letting her lead the way to the couch.

After sitting down, she watched him sip his beer. He looked relaxed and secure, a look she missed seeing on him. She'd missed seeing his face while in Nunavut, so she wanted to seize every chance she could to admire it. She certainly admired the stubble on his cheeks and chin; that was new.

She stole his beer can from him, taking a gulp herself before setting it aside. "Where's everyone else?"

"I'm pretty sure I saw Caitlin 'dancing' over there, Wyatt's probably acting like a wuss about some girl grinding on him, and I think Jen and Jude are hanging out by the pool. But who cares about them when we're together?"

"That's a good question." She'd been talking to her friends for a week, but something told her this weekend would be all about Jonesy. She caressed his cheek. "I hope you know you were always on my mind, and that's not space I devote to just anybody."

"I know, and I hope you know I missed this," he said, stealing a kiss from her.

She grinned. "The one thing we couldn't do through text or over Skype."

"Nah, I'm pretty sure there were other things we couldn't do through text." He wagged his eyebrows at her.

She rolled her eyes, saying, "It's funny how I forgot your libido goes through the roof."

He put a hand on her thigh, his touch burning her. "Bet I can help you remember."

Blushing, she said, "Jonesy."

Seeing the grin perched upon her face, he said, "Maybe you remember after all. You know, I really like to think about when you came back for my birthday. That was fun."

"Yeah, we had a great time that night—both when we hung out with the gang and when we were together. Really great memories." Her smile became bittersweet. "I wish there weren't so many memories that I missed, but I guess that's just me being selfish."

"Hey, at least the gang and I can tell you about the things you missed. And you're here now, so we can always make new memories."

"Huh, I never thought I'd come back to find you making sense."

"You'd be surprised how a year can change people, babe. It changed me from regular stud to wise stud."

"Nope, you're still a cocky-son-of-a-bitch stud." She snorted.

"But a stud nonetheless."

"Hmm, I could agree with you and boost your ego, or I could disagree with you and leave you flustered." After a pause, she told him, "I like the second option better."

"And we could keep talking here and listening to this loud-ass music, or we could take things to my room and make this night last forever."

"I like that last idea, but I need to really be sold on it. I mean, I want to go upstairs with you, of course, but what are you willing to do to get me up there?" she said, returning to her teasing ways. She missed making him work for her love—being the self-control to his impulse—and she certainly missed the payoff.

He lightly stroked her thigh. "Babe, I'll do anything you ask me and more."

"Kiss me."

Embracing her, he obeyed her command, loving every second of it. His lips burned against hers. He missed making out with her—in the backseat of his car, on his bed, and in his dreams on desperate nights. Her kisses sent his heart racing. He wouldn't have it any other way.

She, entranced by his kisses, didn't tell him how she wanted to pounce on him. She refused to give him the smug satisfaction. Instead, after a few minutes of making out, she whispered, "I wouldn't mind going upstairs now."

She got up and walked away from him, waiting for him to follow. She knowingly switched her hips, wanting to tempt him.

As soon as she made it upstairs, he pinned her against the wall near his bedroom door, ambushing her with a string of passionate kisses, taking her breath away.

She moaned against his lips. "Looks like someone's gotten better at this," she said when they parted.

"Thanks. By the way, they're not the only lips I'm better at kissing."

"Oh, really?"

"Uh-huh, but I can show you better than I can tell you."

Please. "Looking forward to it."

He stepped inside his bedroom, a place where he thought he'd find some good memories and could hopefully make some new ones, but instead found a couple in his bed doing unspeakable things, things he wanted to do with Nikki if he was being honest.

"A little privacy?" the girl shouted while her partner yelled, "Not a good time, bruh!"

Walking into his room to find people screwing around: not a memory he wanted to keep. Not in the mood to argue that they were in his bedroom having sex instead of him, he and Nikki quickly left.

"You could've kicked them out, you know."

"Yeah, but I don't wanna waste any time waiting on them to get their shit and go. That's precious time we could spend getting down, if you know what I mean."

"Jonesy, it can't be any more obvious what you mean, but where are we gonna go?"

His eyes briefly scanned the hallway until he got an idea. "Come with me."

She muttered, "That's the goal, isn't it?"

He pulled her into a dark bedroom and, as he shut the door, she quickly recognized it as Jen's room.

"Jonesy, I'm not sure I want to have sex in Jen's room," she said. Though Nikki was no stranger to kicking her moral compass to the curb, this didn't totally feel right.

"Technically it's your room, too," he said, reminding her that she and Jen would be sharing this space until she moved into her Toronto University dorm. "Plus it's a lot hotter if we mess around somewhere off-limits."

She gazed at him, his bedroom eyes, and his irresistible smirk, thinking of how she'd been waiting for him since May. Though she'd been gone for over a year, with only two visits back home under her belt, she'd been longing for the day she could finally be with him without having to leave his bed, without having to hop on a plane a couple days later, without a long stretch of time between her visits. On second thought, fuck morality, she told herself.

"Okay, we'll do it in here, but only on one condition," she said.

"What is it?" he asked, not being able to stand another moment with their clothes on.

"No sex on her bed. Only on the floor."

"Fine with me."

He peeled her t-shirt off, tossing it aside. Her cargo pants were next, followed by his clothes. (She could no longer hide the fact that she was just as eager to pounce.)

They writhed around the floor in their underwear, making out, already getting drunk off each other.

"I missed you so much," she purred.

"I missed you too, Nik," he said, struggling to contain himself. She made him lose it, literally and figuratively. After he made her bra vanish, he slithered his hands towards her panties, ready for them to be gone. "No matter how much I tried, babe, my body isn't the same as your body. Touching myself isn't the same as touching you." After he tossed her panties aside, he planted kisses on her neck before moving his lips lower and lower. "It doesn't feel the same." He held her hips as he kissed her stomach. "There's so many things I want to do to you—for you. Things like this."

And, suddenly, his head was between her thighs.

"Oh, fuck," she moaned. She did the right thing by coming back to Toronto—it's where she belonged—but, Jonesy, he was home. She didn't mind being wherever he was, and she certainly didn't mind being devoured by him.

She writhed in ecstasy, her self-control gone. She ran her fingers through his hair, making sure his head stayed where it belonged. She whimpered and sighed and moaned, not holding back in letting him know how she felt. She didn't care about keeping restraint. She didn't care about anything else but him and his mouth.

A few tense and vocal minutes later, her back arched and her muscles clenched, but she still wanted more of him.

After he kissed her grinning lips, he asked, "So, speechless?"

She nodded, saying, "I didn't realize how much I needed that."

"Told you I'm good with both sets of lips," he said as he leaned over, quickly grabbing a condom from his jeans.

"That's one thing I won't doubt from now on," she said as she helped him with the condom.

After sitting in the comfort of his lap and smiling, Nikki gazed at him—elated that he was right here and not thousands of miles away—before kissing him forever. As she rocked in his lap, she embraced him while he ran his fingers through her shoulder-length hair.

He couldn't help thinking about the weekend of his eighteenth birthday, when she surprised him with both a visit and the news of her going to college in Toronto. Aside from her arrival this week, that was one of his best memories. Now that she was in his arms, he wanted to go berserk. Reading her body language, however, he could tell she wanted to go slower right now; he vowed that they'd go faster the second time around, because, knowing how many emotions they had for each other, he knew there'd be a second time tonight.

He grabbed her hips, allowing himself some control as she gently bounced in his lap.

"I've been waiting on this for months..." She stole a few kisses from him before admitting, "Damn, you feel really good."

"If you think this is good, wait until later. That's when I'm really gonna kill it."

She smirked. "Promise?"

"Hell yeah. This is just me warming up."

"You're doing awfully well just to be 'warming up.' Don't stop."

As he kissed her neck, he purred. "Didn't plan on it."

"Great."

Their breathing growing heavier and uneven as their speed increased, she knew this night would be one to remember.

"I love you," she panted.

"Love you too, babe." He crept his hand down her back, grabbing her rear. "I love this, too."

Being too preoccupied to roll her eyes, she felt closer and closer to where she needed to be with every passing second until—

"Jude, stop it," someone flirted as the bedroom door creaked open. Whoever it was turned the light on. "You know we left the hall to kiss in— Holy crap!"

"Fuck," Nikki said, quickly snatching a sheet off the bed to cover her and Jonesy with.

"Oops… Well, this explains why we couldn't find ya," Jude said with a chuckle.

"Dammit, I should've locked the door," Jonesy mumbled.

"You guys were having sex in my room?!" Jen yelled.

"I blame it on the people having sex in my room!" Jonesy said.

"You could've kicked them out!"

"Sounds like something I told him," Nikki muttered.

"Dude, I was too horny to kick them out! It didn't help seeing two people getting the action I wanted."

Jen groaned and rubbed her temples. "Way too much information."

"I'm sorry, Jen," Nikki said. This was not the night she pictured, but, then again, she bet this wasn't the night any of them pictured.

"Looks like you were tryna score too, dude," Jonesy said to Jude, smirking. "Nice."

"Totally. Every now and then, the Betty and I need some time to chill and make out, you know?" Jude asked.

"I feel you, bro."

"Is this seriously the conversation we're having right now?" Nikki asked.

"My question exactly," Jen said. "I think I should get out of here before I'm scarred for life about sex. C'mon, Jude."

"Catch you two later," Jude said as he and Jen left.

Jonesy, wagging his eyebrows at Nikki, said, "At least they left. Wanna give it another go?"

"I'm gonna let you figure out the answer to that question."

He sighed, deflated. "I figured as much."

She offered him a half-smile. "We can always try again tomorrow… in your room. And you can do all the things you want to do to me."

He swiftly pulled her into a kiss before saying, "I love you, babe."

She chuckled. "Love you, too."

"So, since you love me, I guess you wouldn't mind us—"

"Not tonight, Jonesy."

"Dammit."