Finally

We walked into Cassy's place after an amazing dinner. She told me she wanted to go somewhere after being cooped up in the house for so long. I made a few calls to try to avoid the paparazzi, but they got photos of us anyway. I could only imagine what the headlines would say. 

She was wearing a low cut black dress with what looked like a lace bra under it. I could only imagine what she was wearing underneath that dress. I spent the whole dinner fantasizing about it. She'd been through enough. I wanted to be respectful and not just jump into a full blown relationship when both of us had just gotten out of long term ones. Trying to tell that to my penis was another story. 

She had gained some of the weight she'd so drastically lost back, and it accumulated in all the right places. Every time she bent over I was watching her intently. Any time she showed even the slightest bit of skin the hairs on my arms were standing at attention. I spent more mornings than I would like to admit relieving myself in the shower. 

"I'm thinking about selling my house." I said, sitting down on the bed.

"Really? Well, I guess you basically live here anyway." She said, taking off her jewelry and setting it on the nightstand. I loved watching her do little things like this. She did it so gracefully. 

"How do you feel about me staying a little longer?" 

"Justin, you can stay however long you want. As long as you clean up after yourself." she said, walking into her closet.

"I'm not that messy." 

"Yes, you are. You're a fucking pig." she yelled from the closet.

"Yeah yeah. You wanna finish that show we started on Netflix? I'm not really that tired." I said, starting to scroll through Instagram.

"You know, since you mentioned it, I'm not really that tired either." 

Her feet appeared at the ground below where I was holding my phone. Her shoes were different. They were higher. My gaze traveled up her legs, which were covered in a black thigh high stockings, held up by a lace garter belt that traveled up to her waist. The perfect place where her waist curved inward before the black lace bra she was wearing started. A completely, 100%, see through bra. Her curls were big and surrounding her face, the red lipstick on her lips prominent. 

I threw my phone on the floor and immediately ran my hands up the back of her thighs until they found her bare ass. I lifted her up and threw her down on the bed. She watched me pull my shirt and jeans off before I climbed on top her.

"I've been wondering what you had under that black dress all night."

"I went shopping. Do you like it?" she said with a smug smirk.

"I like it enough to rip it off of you."

This seemed to cause a reaction from her. She grabbed me and kissed me in a way she had not kissed me before. I was usually the one initiating things but she knew exactly what she wanted this time. 

"You've been such a good boyfriend...waiting all these months for me. I wanted to do something nice for you." she said, her face inches from mine.

"Did you call me your boyfriend?" I said smirking.

"Yes. I did."

"I like it."

"I figured you would," she giggled. "I missed staring at you naked."

"I could definitely say the same," I said, kissing her neck. "I wanna fuck you while you're wearing this," I said in her ear.

Next thing I knew it felt like we sucking each other's souls from our bodies. I could barely even contain myself, and I kept my promise not taking any article of clothing off of her. I could barely even contain myself and in fewer minutes than I would ever like to admit, it was over. I rolled off of her and laid on my back, my breath ragged. When I looked over at her she was looking at me with a smirk.

"That's it? That's what I wore this expensive lingerie for? Well, Mr. Timberlake, you are not the stud they say you are." She got up and walked out the room. 

Suddenly my pride was hurt. I knew she was joking, but it's been months what did she expect? I was just going to jump into it for 3 hours? At least let me have a glass of water first. Wait, why am I defending myself? I've never had to fucking defend myself before. I'm a fucking beast. I'm Justin Fucking Timberlake. Then it occurred to me what she was doing. She was trying to fuck with me. If there was anyone in the world who could get me to fuck them into oblivion out of sheer spite, it was Cassandra.

Well, it worked. I took a deep breath and got up, walking fully naked out the room. I found her in the kitchen drinking a bottle of Fiji water in that fucking outfit. I grabbed the water bottle from her before I chugged the whole thing and threw it on the floor behind me. I threw her against the door of the refrigerator, ripped off her panties, and lifted her off the ground. She immediately wrapped her legs around me. And then I fucked her against the fridge. Hard. She was screaming profanities as loud as possible and she came she was in a death grip lock around my body. I carried her over to the kitchen counter and sat her there, knowing she would probably have no strength in her legs.

"I take back everything I said," she said, panting.

"I figured you would," I said before kissing her.

Days later, I pulled myself up off the kitchen floor, panting. Justin pulled himself up afterward, sweat dripping on his forehead. We both laughed.

"Justin, we need to leave the house."

"Do we?" he said wrapping his arms around me and kissing my shoulder.

"I have work tomorrow morning."

"That is a whole other day of fucking."

"Aren't you tired?" I asked, turning around to look at him. "Justin, my vagina is sore. I'd like to not walk into work looking like I have something up my ass. And no, this is NOT the appropriate time for a joke," I said before he even got a chance. He laughed at me.

I kissed him on the lips before I pulled a bottle of water out of the fridge. I practically chugged the whole thing. Justin did the same. We curled up on the couch and watched a bunch of episodes of The Walking Dead on Netflix. I was so deliriously happy I couldn't even begin to explain it. There was a part of me that even felt guilty. The lives that were ruined in the process of the two of us getting to this point. Did we deserve to be happy? I wasn't sure if this happiness was temporary.

"Cassy?"

"Hmm?"

"I wanna ask you something."

"Ok," I said flipping myself over so we were facing each other.

"I wanna buy a house."

"Ok, you want me to help you look for one? I actually met one recently and I-"

"I want to buy a house...for us." he said cutting me off.

"Oh."

"Is that too much?" he said, concerned.

"No, I just...you don't think it's too fast?"

"What's too fast for us? We've known each other our whole lives. I've loved you for half my life. The sooner I get to spend my life with you the better."

I couldn't help but smile at him. I wasn't sure it was the right thing to do, but he was right. We'd known each other almost our entire lives. We'd spent the last few months practically living together, what would change with both of our names on a piece of property? My mind drifted to what would happen when the world got out that Justin Timberlake was buying a house with the woman he left Jessica Biel for. There had already been such terrible things said, and Justin had disappeared from the limelight while we dealt with my shit. 

Reese sent me articles from the tabloids and press in New York City. Everyone knew about Jeremy and I's divorce, with Page Six even writing an article speculating abuse. No one confirmed or denied anything. I definitely wasn't going to talk about it. One day I decided to get a coffee and my face was plastered all over TMZ along with photos of Justin and I throughout the years and very personal information about my life and who I was to Justin prior to our marriages ending. As all these things entered my mind I looked into Justin's eyes. His vulnerability was showing and there was nothing in the world I would tell him he couldn't do. 

"On one condition. We have to split the cost of the house."

"I know you make a decent amount of money working at the museum, but I don't think you know what kind of houses I'm accustomed to," he said jokingly.

"Well, that was before I got 50 million in a divorce settlement."

"Jesus Christ. Are you serious?" he said with wide eyes.

"I didn't really know how to bring it up? I just...I don't like to think about it. It feels like hush money, you know?"

"How about...I buy the house and you can buy everything in it. Or...most of it. Or you can pick it out and I'll buy it all."

"You don't have to do everything yourself," I said laughing.

"So it's official? We're roomies?" he said.

"I think we were already roomies."

"Yeah, but now we get to do the couple thing."

"Did you ever think we would be a couple?"

"I had an inkling for most of my life," he said with his eyes gleaming at me.

"You always believed in us."

"One of us has to."

"Hey!"

"I'm kidding. I know it's mutual. I love you. And I will tell you every day until we're 150 years old. Even on the days that I cant stand you."

"I love you, too."

A year after Justin and I decided to move in together we were sitting on the same beach he first told me he was in love with me. The first time he really kissed me, the first time we made love. It's been a crazy rollercoaster getting past all the paparazzi, the tabloids, the disgusting things people said about our relationship. On the days where I found it hard to hold myself together Justin was a rock for the both of us. There is no one on this Earth I owe more of my life to than Justin.

I used the divorce settlement to open my own gallery, and I spent my days building a collection and managing it. I was being published in art magazines as an art buyer and curator with an interesting and keen eye for new artists, an important emphasis on artists of color. Justin allowed me to flourish in a way that I had always been afraid to. He was a partner that made me better and never made me feel suffocated. He allowed me to live my own life, but with him. I hated being followed around by paparazzi, I hated people knowing who I was, but I loved Justin. That always made it worth it. 

We were sitting on the same peak we were more than 10 years ago, watching the sunset. The one where I finally told him my fears about us and he finally kissed me. My head was resting on his shoulder, Blue laying next to us. I couldn't help but reflect on how far we'd come in that time. All the obstacles. 

"When I was a little I used to daydream that one day when I was older someone would come and rescue me from my life. I used to daydream about someone falling in love with me regardless of how fucked up I was. I think if you would've told me back then that the person who saved me from myself was you, I really would not have believed it," I said looking up at Justin. 

"Then I guess there's really only one thing to do now." Justin reached in his pocket and pulled out a box, opening it and showing me a ring. I lifted up off of him and looked at him in shock.

"Cassy, will you marry me?"

"I...I mean...fuck, Justin...Of course I will." I said. He smiled the brightest smile I'd ever seen before he kissed me. He put the ring on my finger. I held my hand up in the sunset and we both smiled. "This is probably a bad time to tell you I'm pregnant then."

"Are you joking?" said Justin in complete shock.

"No, I'm not."

He grabbed me and pulled me into his lap, kissing me all over my face, neck, and chest. I was laughing and then Justin was laughing. I slid down between his legs and rested my back against his chest. He wrapped his arms around me and placed his hand on my stomach. I placed my newly jeweled hand on top of his and we sat there, together.