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Romantic Executions: Continued	By : PrettySin Category: Anita Blake > Het Views: 3499 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Alright… this site is fucking up the spelling and grammar of this story every time I post. Rest assured that when I put the document in the ‘type box’ that it’s as perfect as I can get it. *Sigh* Hope you can understand what was meant.

Oh yeah… Property of Laurell K. Hamilton… not us. Bluh.
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Melissa sighed in relief as the bus rolled away. If she could help it, she'd never ride that Hell Mobile again.

Darien quirked a brow at her. "Alright there, Bit?"

She shifted her backpack, looking up at him as they started down the road. "Fine. Just hate the bus."

"Ah. Of course." Darien reached over, tugging her bag away and slinging it over his free shoulder so he was carrying both their bags.

Melissa blinked. Oh... okay... "Do you want to come to my house for dinner? I think Woody's going to cook, since he's over."

"And this is different from your sister's cooking?" He smiled at her.

"Very." She smiled back, "Woody's a good cook... he just can't eat."

"So... I heard right? He's a vampire?"

She blinked again. Crap. She hadn't told him? Oops. "Yeah. Things go bump in the night when Forrest is about..."

Darien shrugged. "Fine by me. He's good at hiding it." He bit his lip. "Your sister will be okay with this, right?"

"She should be." Melissa fished her key out of her pocket as the house came into sight.

"Well... maybe you should ask... I don't want to be assuming..."

"Yeah... I'll take my bag in and ask her, okay?"

Darien considered this. "Alright."

Melissa stood up on her tiptoes, taking her bag from his shoulder, "I'll be right back."

He swallowed. "Alright..." Bloody brilliant, you moron....

She dropped back onto the balls of her feet, moving towards the door as she swung her bag over her shoulder. Okay. Ignore his smell, you'll be okay. Really.

Darien stared after her. Damn.

Melissa opened the door, stepping inside and shutting it behind her. Alright, maybe she shouldn't get that close to him again... Not that the effect it was having wasn't nice, she was just... wanting, now. She took a deep breath, dropping her bag on the couch as she called for Misty.

"Yeah?" Misty came out of the bathroom, wrapped in a robe. "What's shakin'?"

"Bacon. Can Darien come over for dinner?" Melissa bit her lip, willing the effect Darien had had on her away.

Misty smiled. "Sure. Forrest's going to be here though."

Melissa smiled back, "Okay. Is Woody cooking?"

"Yeah." Misty frowned. "Hey, why are you happy about that? I'm an okay cook..."

Melissa grinned, "I know... be right back. Gotta tell Darien he can come in." She moved back to the door, opening it quickly and ducking outside.

Darien smiled as he saw her, starting up the steps. "I take it I can come in?"

"Yep." She smiled back at him.

He grinned as the warmth of the home enveloped him, shutting the door behind them. "Thanks, Bit."

"Anytime." She turned to smile at Misty. "When's Forrest supposed to be here?"

"Sometime after he wakes up." Misty smiled at Darien. "Hello."

He nodded. "Thanks for letting me stay."

Misty waved a hand. "You have a standing invite, as far as I'm concerned."

Melissa frowned slightly, turning back to Darien, "Is it okay with your dad if you're over here?"

Darien's happy look died. "He wouldn't care if I fell off the bloody planet."

Misty frowned before hugging the boy. "It's okay. As said, you're welcome here."

Darien froze. "I..." Hugs! Bloody hell!

Melissa bit her lip, trying to stifle a giggle and a "aw" of pity at the same time.

Misty pulled back, frowning. "Hey... you're supposed to hug back."

Darien blinked. "I... what is it with Americans and hugging?"

"It's a family thing." Melissa smiled at him, "Most people wouldn't pause to give you the time of day, much less a hug."

"Ah." Darien nodded slowly. "I am not your family though..."

Misty rolled her eyes. "Just shut up and deal with it."

Melissa giggled, "I agree."

Darien blinked. "With me or her?"

"Well... both. But you're sort of adopted into this anyway, so you're going to have to deal with it."

"But I-" He cut himself off. He did NOT want to be Melissa's brother.

Misty nodded slowly as someone hurried through the front door.

Melissa blinked as the person under the coat did a dance around the sunlight and shut the door. Then the person spoke, "Hell! I forgot how damn hot it was during the day!" Forrest leaned against the door, his face poking out from under the jacket.

Misty blinked. "Forrest?"

Darien blinked. "I... don't vampires die at dawn until the sun sets?"

Forrest shrugged, "Died at dawn, sure... Woke up a frickin' hour ago. Do you have any idea how hard it is to drive a car with a jacket over your head?"

Melissa rolled her eyes, "Woody, you're kind of dumb sometimes."

He stuck his tongue out at her.

Misty smiled, moving to hug him. "I expected you a bit later..."

Darien looked at Melissa, quirking a brow.

Forrest hugged her back, letting the jacket fall away. "I know... not intruding on anything, am I?"

Melissa shrugged, moving away from the door and the vampire.

"Mm. Of course not..." Misty rested her head on his chest.

Darien bit his lip, following Melissa into the other room.

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Forrest leaned back into the couch. The sun was near setting, and Melissa and Darien had eaten, made a show of starting their homework, and scampered off to Darien's house for as long as they could get away with. He didn't mind, not that much. Sure, it was quiet now, but he was alone with Misty, and that was enough for him.

Misty padded out of the kitchen, having changed into a pair of jeans and a baggy t-shirt before dinner. "Dishes are done."

"Alright." He smiled slightly, tilting his head as she came towards him.

She kneeled on the couch next to him. "So... thanks for cooking. It was good."

"No problem." He shifted, making room for her to snuggle against him.

"Mmm..." She smiled, resting her head on his shoulder.

He rested his cheek against her head, "Love you, Princess."

"Mm. I love you too, Pr-" She cut herself off, then laughed. "That's wrong..."

He chuckled, "Comparing me to Prince?"

"Charming, maybe."

"Maybe?" He raised his head, quirking a brow at her.

"Mmhm." Misty shifted, easing herself into his lap.

Forrest slipped his arms around her waist, lips twitching, "Why maybe?"

"Because." She smirked.

He shook his head, tempted to roll his eyes. "Descriptive, Princess..."

"Always..." She leaned forward, whispering something in his ear before pulling back. "Descriptive enough?"

He let a slow smirk slide across his features, "Definitely..."

"Good. Now..." She stood. "I need to do some laundry..."

He pouted, pulling her back down to the couch, "Can the laundry wait? I think this is the first time I've been really alone with you..."

She pretended to sigh. "I suppose..." She raised her lips for a kiss.

He brushed his lips over hers, smiling slightly, "Do you not want to be alone with me, Princess?"

She frowned. "Forrest... I love you... I love being with you. I don't care how or when... I just-"

"I'm joking, Misty..." He pressed a kiss to her lips, gentling it after a second before pulling back. "I love you too."

She bit her lower lip. "Sorry."

"It's okay."

She brushed her lips back over his. "I was teasing about the laundry, too..."

He kissed the corner of her mouth, "Good... I'd hate to keep the dirty socks waiting..."

"More like panties." Misty rolled her eyes. "I'm found out I was out of clean ones this morning."

"Going without, Princess?" Forrest waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Misty wrinkled her nose. "I'd never wear dirty panties! That's... gross!"

He laughed, "Alright, Princess. I'll remember that." She was bare? Hmm... that had possibilities...

Misty shrugged, leaning into him. "Mm."

Forrest brushed a kiss over her lips, his arms wrapping around her waist again.

"Have you fed?" She asked quietly.

"Yes..."

"So you talked to the Butt?"

"Well... no..."

She blinked, lifting her head. "But you said-"

"I haven't talked to him yet... He's been preoccupied," Pissy, more like. "And I don't want to interrupt him."

"Oh." She bit her lip, laying her head back down.

"I'm sorry... I'll talk to him tomorrow." He brushed his lips over hers.

Misty frowned. "Forrest, I'm not your mother... I just don't want you hurt..."

Forrest shook his head, "It's a good thing you aren't my mother, and I'll be okay. I don't want to approach him right now, but I will, if I have to."

"Have you heard from Aahz?" Misty sat up, chewing at her lip.

"No..." Forrest sighed, "Not since she left."

"Sorry."

"It's not your fault."

"Still."

He shook his head, "How long is Mel supposed to be gone?"

Misty furrowed her brow. "She'll be gone until 8 or so, I'd guess... she's got a huge crush on her Brit..."

Forrest smiled slightly, "Yeah... hope she's not trying to hide it from him."

She blinked. "Why?"

"Because she's going to have to try harder if she is."

Misty laughed softly. "Think he knows?"

"Probably. But it looks like he's crushing on her just as bad, so..." He smiled.

"Go them. Puppy love."

"Literally."

Misty laughed. "Thus my pun was deliberate."

"I figured." Forrest grinned, turning to face her before pinning her beneath him on the couch.

She shrieked, grabbing at him. "Forrest! Warn a girl!"

"Oh. Sorry." He smirked down at her.

She stuck her tongue out at him. "Brat."

His smirk widened, "Is that an invitation?"

"Haven't I answered that question before?"

"Probably."

She smirked back at him, leaning up to brush her lips against his.

He returned the brush, leaning down to put more pressure into the kiss.

She made a small noise in her throat, wrapping her arms around him.

He braced his weight on his arms, hands on either side of her head. He ran his tongue over her lower lip, seeking entrance to her mouth.

She parted her lips slowly for him, her hands kneading along his back.

He deepened the kiss, his eyes drifting shut.

Their mouths mated, slow, deep, wet caresses of silken flesh against silken flesh.

He broke the kiss several long moments later, kissing a trail down her jaw to her neck.

She shivered, her breath coming in small pants. "Forrest...."

He kissed her pulse, passing by the scars. "Mmhm?"

"Feels..." She shook her head, caressing his shoulders.

His muscles tightened as he shivered, brushing his lips down the column of her throat.

She pressed against him, feeling her full breast mold to his body.

He shifted down slightly, nipping gently at her collarbone.

Misty tugged at his shirt. "Off?"

Forrest pulled back enough to look down at her, "Yours first..."

She smiled, grabbing the hem of her shirt and struggling to pull it off with him so close.

He waited until it was safely off the side of the couch before sitting up, tugging his shirt off as well.

She leaned up, kissing at his chest.

He swallowed, letting her lips tease his flesh for a moment, then leaning down to pin her beneath him again. "We'll get to that..."

Misty pouted at him. "But Woody..." Her eyes smirked.

"Don't get me started on 'woody'." Forrest's eyes smirked back, though his voice was entirely serious.

"Aren't you already?" She gave him an innocent look as she rocked her hips.

He made a strangled noise in his throat, pressing into her. "You decide..."

"I think you're there..." She hooked a leg around his hip. "I want you, Forrest..."

He brushed his lips over hers, hips rocking in a gentle rhythm. "I want you too... I think it's pretty obvious how much..." His voice was soft and husky, lips brushing against hers as he spoke.

"Mm..." Misty nibbled at his lower lip, rocking with him.

Forrest shivered, trailing a finger over the top of her bra in a seemingly innocent manner.

She mewed low in her throat. "Forrest..."

"Mm?" He brushed his fingers over the skin above her bra.

"Don't tease me... please..." She reached behind her, unsnapping the offending bit of fabric.

"Of course..." He brought his hand up to cup her left breast, caressing the soft skin tenderly.

She whimpered, her nipple budding into tightness.

His fingers stroked the taut nub with just the right amount of pressure, and he leaned down to catch her other nipple in his mouth.

Her back arched and she gripped his shoulders as a loud moan broke free from her.

He teased her other nipple with his tongue, his hand brushing along something that didn't feel quite... right.

Misty blinked as he froze. "Forrest?"

Forrest pulled back, his brow furrowing. What the hell...? His fingers slid over the small, pea sized lump. Well... maybe it was a little bigger than a pea, but...

"Forrest?" Her tone was worried now.

"Princess..." He met her gaze, fingers pausing, "I don't think this is supposed to be there..."

"Wha... what?" Her hand moved to where his was and she paled harshly. "Oh... oh no..."

"Princess?" He frowned, "What...?"

"Get... get off..." Misty pushed at him, fear clogging her throat. A lump? Please... please God no... Breast cancer was common in her family... she always, ALWAYS did self-exams.... how had she missed this? Oh God... please... no. Her breathing was coming in rapid pants now, her eyes wide.

Forrest moved to the opposite corner of the couch, his face clearly concerned. What...? He had no experience with weird lumps... The lumps he had experience with weren't weird, especially when they came from him, but... Shit. What was it? What could possibly be making Misty's pale skin pale further? Or...

A sob ripped from Misty and she stood, grabbing for the phone only to trip and fall to her knees on the carpet, her hand raising to actually fist in the flesh of her breast.

He moved from the couch, kneeling next to her, not close enough to touch, but... "Misty?"

"I... I have to call... It..." She stared at him, shaking. "I... cance..." She couldn't make herself finish the word. "It runs... in my family... I have to call... I..."

Cance? He blinked. Cancer? No... he couldn't believe it. It was fucking impossible. But... what else would make her like this? "Fuck." He reached out, grabbing the phone from the coffee table.

More than half an hour later, Misty sat on the couch, numb. She'd go to the Doctor the next week. A whole week... "Forrest... I'm... I'm scared..."

The vampire sat next to her, picking at his nails. "I know, Princess... I'm so sorry..."

She shook her head. "I... no... no... Forrest, you didn't do it." She hugged him. "I missed it. God... Forrest, I always check... I don't know how I..."

He hugged her back, his arms wrapping around her waist. "Don't... There's no point it fretting about it right now..." He kissed her temple, "It'll be okay..."

"But... what if it's not?" Her eyes pleaded with him to make it better. "I... I don't want to die... I don't want to leave you or Mel..."

He rested his forehead against hers, "I won't let you die... I can't."

She sniffed. "I love you..."

"I love you too." He brushed a gentle kiss over her lips. "We should get dressed again..."

She nodded shakily. "Al... alright..."

He let go of her waist, cupping her cheek. "Do you want Mel to come back over here?"

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Darien looked up as his phone rang. "What the heck?" He tossed the play station paddle down. "Just a sec, Bit.... Hello?"

Melissa blinked, reaching over to pause the game on Darien's control.

Forrest sighed, "Darien?" It'd be just great if it was his dad... he didn't have time to deal with assholes at the moment. Misty'd gone into Mel's room to pack some things, seemingly glad for the distraction.

"Forrest? Do you need Melissa home?"

Forrest shook his head, "No... Would it be alright if she stayed over there for the night? Misty's got... a cold, and I don't want Mel to catch it again." Shit. Lame excuse...

"If you guys want some alone time.... that's fine by me. You should ask her though." Darien paused. "And weres don't get sick that easily."

"I know." The vampire sighed again, "Can I talk to Mel?"

Darien shrugged. "Sure." He looked at the female were sitting on his couch. "Hey, Bit... Forrest wants to talk to you..."

"Okay..." Melissa shrugged, taking the phone from Darien. "Hey Woody... what's up?"

"The sky. Would you mind staying over at Darien's for tonight?"

She didn't respond for a moment, torn between smirking or opening her mouth in shock. "Well... sure. If you and Missy need a bit of time, who am I to intrude?"

"Yeah..." Forrest tried to inject a joking lilt to his voice and failed. "See you later, Mel. There will be no puppies from this sleep over..."

Melissa blushed, "Shut up, Woody."

"Yeah, yeah... I'll be over there in a bit with some clothes."

"I can go get-"

"Don't bother. Bye, Mel."

"Bye, Woody." Her brow furrowed as she hung up. Okay...

Darien offered her a small smile. "Well... you can sleep in my bed. I'll sleep on the couch. Dad's out of town anyway..."

Melissa smiled slightly back, "I don't want to deprive you of your bed... I'll take the couch."

Darien glared. "I don't bloody well think so. You'll take my bed."

She held up her hands in the universal sign of surrender. "Okay... I'll take your bed."

"Good." Darien nodded. "I'll show you... and the Lav..."

"Lav?"

"Lavatory...."

"Oh."

Darien smiled. "The lav is right here... clean too..." He opened the door. "Towels are under the sink in case you need one..."

Melissa nodded, following him as she tried to pay attention to what he was showing her and not his bum. "Okay."

"And this is my room..." He opened the door, letting her into the neat space.

She moved to the middle of the room, looking around.

The walls were a dull white, void of the usual posters in a teenager's room. The clutter was minimal, everything in its own little spot. A small TV sat in the corner along with a radio. To their left was a double bed with a simple, home made quilt.

She smiled at him, inwardly contemplating if she could get a hold of any decorations. "It smells like you."

He chuckled softly. "I suppose it would, being mine and all." He leaned down, smoothing the already neat blanket.

Crap. Do not think about the laugh... don't do it... "I like it." And wow. They were alone in the house, not to mention the room...

Darien glanced at her. "Bit..."

"Yeah?" She swallowed.

"Do you mind this? Staying over here? I promise not to make any unwanted advancements..." He pushed a hand through his spiked hair.

"Who said anything about unwanted?" Her eyes widened as she realized what she'd said, and she clapped a hand over her mouth.

He blinked, a slow smile spreading on his features, a dimple appearing in one cheek. "So you feel it too?"

She lowered her hand, blushing. "How can't I?"

He stepped up closer to her. "I don't know... I just know I've never felt... this...."

She looked up at him, "Yeah..."

Darien bit his lip. "Still... I don't know what you'd... never mind." He looked down, his cheeks actually flushing.

"What I'd what?" She frowned, reaching out to take his hand.

"Want..." He glanced up. "You know?"

She raised a brow, "Darien... there are a bunch of things that can go under the 'you know' category..."

He blushed again. "Just... never mind. Are you hungry? I'll make a snack..."

She let his hand go, biting back a sigh, "Okay..."

He looked down, hurrying into the other room as a knock sounded on the front door.

Melissa bit her lip, moving out into the living room, "I'll get it, Darien."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. It's probably Woody." She offered him a smile, moving to the front door. Dammit.

Darien bit his lip. Damn it. He sighed, moving into the kitchen.

Melissa opened the door, smiling slightly up at Forrest. "Hey Woody."

"Hey Mel..." Forrest smiled wearily back, "Here are your clothes..." He offered her a bag.

"Thanks." She took it from him, "What's up?"

The vampire shrugged, "Just... Nothing. You?"

"Disappointment." Melissa stepped back from the door, "Do you have a minute?"

"Yeah... just one, though." He moved into the house. "So... disappointment?"

Melissa blushed a light rose, quickly telling Forrest a slightly watered down version of the last five minute's events.

Forrest chuckled softly, the sound filled with genuine amusement. "Ooh... Mel's got a boyfriend..."

"Shut up, Woody." She blushed. "And I don't, not if it continues like this."

"Do you want one?"

"Maybe..."

"Do you want Darien as one?"

Her flush deepened, and she glanced at the kitchen before whispering, "Yeah."

"Right. I've got to talk to him." Forrest stood.

Melissa's eyes widened again as he disappeared into the kitchen.

Darien paused in the slicing of his apple. "Uh... Forrest... sir... hi." Shit. His voice had just squeaked!

Forrest felt a smile tug at his lips, "Hi, Darien. How's it been going?"

"Um... okay? You?"

"It goes." Forrest leaned his shoulder against the wall, arms crossing leisurely as he studied the boy in front of him.

Darien looked down, starting to slice the apple again before pausing. "Melissa likes apples, right? And caramel?"

"I think so." Forrest continued to study Darien intently, "What are your intentions where Mel's concerned?"

The young were dropped the knife. "In...intentions?"

The vampire lifted a cool brow, "Careful with that... yeah. Intentions. I don't want to see Mel hurt, ever. I'll do everything in my power to keep her from getting hurt."

Darien nodded. "I'd do the same." He bit his lip, leaning against the counter. "I... this is stupid... I've never asked before... but... how do you ask a girl out? I mean... I tried and I buggered it up royally..." He blushed darkly.

Forrest raised the other brow, "Well... how did you try?"

"I was... I tried asking her what she'd want but... my stomach got all knotted up and... then..." Darien sighed. "This sucks."

Forrest smirked, "Look, I know she's interested. She blushed like hell when I asked, and that's hint enough."

"Yeah... but... how do I ask?"

"Whatever feels natural at the moment. What tipped Misty and I off was... well. I don't think that situation works for you." Forrest's face was empty again, "If you can work up enough patience to wait, I've got no doubt that Mel would ask you herself."

"Really?" Darien bit his lip. "No... I want to ask... I just... bugger it all..."

"You just...?"

"Need to get the bollocks up to ask." The teenager swallowed. "Do you think Misty would mind me taking her to the movies or something?"

"I don't think she would." Forrest offered the young wolf a smile, "Ask Mel, and I'll help you with Misty, alright?"

Darien smiled. "Thanks."

"No problem." Forrest sighed, "I'll see you later, Darien. I've got to go."

"Bye Forrest. Please give Misty my greetings."

"Of course." Forrest smiled slightly, leaving the house with a brief good-bye to Melissa.

Darien bit his lip as he began to finish slicing the apples. "Bit? Can you come here, please?"

Melissa set the bag of clothes aside, satisfied that the items in it were acceptable. "Yeah... hold on."

He put the knife down, grabbing a spoon to stir the caramel with.

She moved into the kitchen, playing with a lock of her hair.

"I hope you like caramel and apples... it was all I could think of..."

She nodded, "Sounds good."

He smiled. "And... I was wondering... would you do me the honor of attending the cinema with me sometime?"

She blinked, then smiled brightly, "I... of course!"

He grinned. "Thank you. And... perhaps dinner? Before or after..." He bit his lip. "I'll pay... I've the money."

Melissa nodded, "I'll go... but I want to help you pay."

He frowned slightly. "Bit, you don't have to-"

"So?"

"It wouldn't be gentlemanly if I let you pay."

She sighed. Crap. "You won't be letting me pay... just letting me help pay."

He bit his lip. "Fine. Just as long as you go out with me."

She smiled up at him, "Okay."

He smiled back. "That was bloody mean, though... what with Forrest..."

She felt her cheeks heat, "That was his idea..."

"Sure..." Darien smirked.

"It was!" Melissa blushed in earnest, "He..."

"He what?" Darien dipped a slice of apple into the caramel before popping it into his mouth.

"He was just all "Oh, I'm going to go talk to him" and he did and... arg." She shook her head, moving over to the apples. Stupid Woody.

Darien laughed. "I'm just joking, Bit. At least he didn't go into the birds and the bees..."

She picked up an apple, dipping it into the caramel, "He wouldn't notice a bee until it stung him in the butt."

"I rather think he and your sister know quite a bit about the birds and the bees."

She took a bite of the apple, smiling slightly. Chewing, she swallowed quickly. "They're a bit louder than the birds and the bees."

"I didn't need to know that."

She giggled, "Neither did I, but I do, and now you do too."

He aimed a mock glare at her. "Evil..."

"Wicked." She corrected with a grin.

"Sure..."

"Don't believe me?"

"We'll see. So... what movie would you like to see?"

She shrugged, "I don't know what's out."

"Me either. I suppose we'll have to look."

"Yeah..." She finished off her apple, glancing at the clock.

Darien frowned. "Got someplace you have to be, Bit?"

"Nope. Just wondering how many more hours I'll be up."

He blinked. "As many as you want to be, I'd guess. Why?"

She shrugged, "Because I usually get to sleep at about three..."

"That's bad. You should get some more sleep..."

"I know. Haven't found anything that puts me to sleep, though."

"What about English class?" Darien winked at her.

Melissa smiled, "Besides that."

"Hm..." He began to clean up, washing the knife and cutting board before sticking them in the dish drainer.

"Hm?" She blinked, picking up another apple.

"Nothing." He smiled at her. "Just thought of some lyrics..."

She smiled back, "What kind of lyrics?"

"Song lyrics." He smirked.

"Butt." She mock pouted, setting the apple back on the plate. What was the point in holding it?

"Go get my guitar out of my closet if you want to hear."

She blinked, "You play guitar?"

Darien nodded. "Yeah... didn't I tell you?"

"No..." She grinned. Ooh... she had herself a sexy, guitar playing Brit!

"You wanna hear it, Bit?" He smiled.

"Definitely." She smiled back, nearly bouncing from the kitchen to get his guitar.

He laughed softly. Hopefully she would like his music... hopefully...

Melissa opened the closet door, blinking down at what lay inside. The acoustic guitar sat comfortably in a stand, its bag tucked behind it in the corner. Judging by the name on the top... thing, it was a Tacoma... or an Olympia. She shrugged. The names must mean something to Darien, but they meant nothing to her. The electric, though... that name she knew. Who didn't know about Fenders? The amp sitting next to the guitar and its stand was small, but judging by the guitar, it'd have some kick. Deciding to ignore the electric for the moment, she carefully picked up the acoustic before leaving the room.

Darien smiled when he saw her. "This song is lame, Bit... I wrote it when I was twelve... so be warned."

Melissa shook her head, handing him the guitar. "I doubt it's lame, Darien."

She leaned against the counter as he took it, pulling a chair from the kitchen table to brace his foot on. He produced a pick from his pocket, settling the guitar comfortably on his knee as his fingers found the correct frets and strings.

He shot her a small smile, then started to play. The tone of the piece was simple, not much variety, and of moderate pace. Darien finished the guitar's introduction before his smooth, tenor voice joined in. "Am I a demon in your eyes?
Does this take you by surprise ?
Do I seem lonely,
Less than holy?
Did I break your wings…
Steal you things?
Did I crush you dreams?
Make it less than it seems?
Did I steal time?
Commit some crime?
Am I horrid to you?
Tell me, is this true?
Was I cruel?
Unusual?
But I don’t care…
You can stare.
And I will be…
I will be me…
I will soar up high
Up To the sky..." The song continued before slowly drawing to its finish.

Melissa smiled when he finished, clapping quietly, "That was great, Darien."

He shook his head, leaning the guitar against the counter, making sure it wouldn't fall. "No..."

She shot him a half serious scowl, "Don't say 'no.' It was."

"Bit, it's far too repetitive... and boring..."

She shook her head stubbornly.

"Brat."

"Butt."

He crossed his eyes at her.

She stuck her tongue out at him, arms crossing defiantly over her chest.

Darien swallowed. "Well... I'm gonna snag a shower before making up the couch..."

"I still don't think you should have to take the couch..." She tried to force images of Darien in the shower out of her mind, failing miserably.

"And you aren't sleeping there either."

"You live here! You should be able to have your bed."

He glared. "Bit, you're sleeping in the bed. That's final."

She sighed, "Fine..."

"Better."

"But-"

"No. I'll sleep on the couch and I'll be fine, alright?”

"You could screw up your back, though."

"What do you want then? Us to share a bed? Forr-"

A wicked grin spread across her features.

Darien swallowed. "Bit... your family will kill me..."

Melissa shook her head, still grinning, "My family wouldn't know. It's not like anything would happen..."

"You trust me that much?"

"Yeah. Why wouldn't I?" She tilted her head at him.

Because I don't trust myself... He shrugged. "I don't know..."

"There you go, then." She smiled, "It's settled."

Darien swallowed. "You do have pajamas... right?"

Melissa's brow furrowed as she thought. Had there been pajamas in the bag? "I think so..."

"Good." Looked like he'd have to wear PJs... did he own any?

"Any particular time we have to wake up tomorrow?"

"Not that I know of."

"Okay." She smiled at him again, moving over to him and wrapping her arms around him in a hug.

He swallowed, carefully hugging her back. "What's this for?"

"A thank you?" She looked up at him, her head resting on his chest.

"What on Earth for?" He blinked.

"For letting me stay over... for asking me out, and not completely freaking out a few seconds ago."

"Freaking out?" Think.... think... he could think... bloody hell... she was soft...

"Yep." She shut her eyes, wondering if she could figure out how to keep his smell.

Darien rested his cheek against hers.

She blinked, her eyes opening. How had she gotten Darien as a boyfriend? He was one of those guys that she'd always had a crush on but could never talk to...

"You're so soft..." He said, his tone quiet.

She blushed faintly, "Oh... thank you?"

"Mm..." He pulled back. "And that's why I don't trust myself..."

She pulled her lower lip between her teeth, eyes confused as she gazed up at him.

He frowned. "Bit... you must know what that does to me..."

She blinked, "Well... theoretically..."

"You're doing it on purpose?" He quirked a brow.

"No... just..."

He smiled. "If you say so, Bit."

She smiled back, her cheeks still burning. "I did say so."

Darien fought the urge to kiss her, biting his lower lip. "Yeah..."

Melissa looked down at her shoes, wondering if Darien... oh, how had Misty put it? 'Kissed like a god?'

"Is something wrong, Bit?"

"What?" Her head jerked up, her face flaming. "I... oh. No... of course not." She bit her lip. Crap!

He cupped her face. "Will you hit me if I kiss you?"

Oh God... He was going to be her first kiss... She released her lip, offering him a small smile. "Of course not..." Lord. Had her voice wavered at all? What if she wasn't any good? What if he didn't like her anymore after it? What if-

"Alright." He smiled. "Tell me when you want me to stop... I'm..." He blushed. "I'm probably going to suck at this... never tried it before..."

She felt the nervous knot in her stomach ease slightly. "It's okay... neither have I."

"Really? The lads around here are bloody stupid then."

"Not really..." She took a small step forward, looking up at him.

"Really." He wrapped his arms around her, cupping her face. "I'm going to now, alright?"

She managed a slight nod, swallowing. Oh boy...

Carefully he leaned down, brushing his lips over hers.

She fought to remember what it was she'd seen in all those movies, cautiously returning the brush of lips.

He swallowed, letting his lips caress and mould hers gently.

She brought her hands up to rest lightly against his chest, almost afraid the movement would push him away.

His free hand slid to her waist, easing her closer as he added a bit more pressure to the kiss.

Her lips parted slightly, and she shut her eyes. His lips were soft...

Darien swallowed, tracing her lower lip with his tongue. Oh, she was sweet...

Melissa shivered, her lips parting further.

Lord... would she hit him if he kissed deeper?

She blinked open her eyes, letting her hand slide hesitantly down his chest. God... No wonder Misty was so addicted to Forrest, if the vampire kissed anything like Darien did...

He shivered, a small sound coming from his throat as he deepened the kiss.

Melissa's hand stopped its movement, her tongue meeting his instinctively.

Darien blushed as he felt his pants tent. Damn it... it was just a kiss... Carefully he continued to kiss her, his tongue sliding along hers.

She made a quiet noise in the back of her throat, pushing herself up on tiptoes to add more pressure to the kiss.

Her stomach brushed against his hardness as they kissed. Bugger... She'd kill him!

Her eyes widened slightly, and she pulled back reluctantly. "Darien...?"

"I... sorry." He pulled back farther, his face flaming. "I'll... just go... die."

She shook her head, dropping back to the floor. "No... I just... I did that?"

He furrowed his brow. "Huh?"

She shook her head again, a pleasant buzz filling her head. "Never mind... Just all 'whoa'." She smiled at him, blue eyes holding no small amount of shock. Who knew kissing could be like that?

"You're really... good at that." He licked his lips. "And you taste sweet."

"Oh. That's the caramel..." She swallowed, "Though I think the 'good' part of that was you... I've never done anything like that before..."

"Me either, remember?"

"Oh. Yeah..."

He smiled. "I liked that..."

She smiled back, "Me too."

He held out his hand. "Want to watch some TV?"

She took it, nodding. "Sure."

*************

Darien smiled as Melissa yawned for about the twentieth time. "I'm about ready to fall asleep... you?"

Melissa smiled sheepishly, "Yeah... what time is it?"

"One twenty eight." He pushed a hand through his hair.

"Mmkay..." She rubbed her eyes, trying to bar the sleep from them. "Bedtime?"

"Yes... but you're leaning on me bit...."

"Oh..." She made a show of sitting up straight, clearly unwilling to be away from his warmth. "Sorry..."

"Don't be. I like being your pillow." He watched her stretch as he stood, pulling his shirt over his head.

She blinked at him, her arms lowering back to her sides. Oh... his chest was all tan, and nicely built and... Shit. Was she staring? She averted her gaze reluctantly, blushing.

He glanced at her as he folded the clothing. "You alright, Bit?"

"Um... yeah." She looked back up at him, keeping her eyes determinedly on his face. Standing, she grabbed her bag of clothes. Shit, damn, fuck. How was she supposed to be in the same bed as he was and not touch him?

"I'm going to sleep in my boxers, okay?" He blinked as she didn't reply. "I guess I can find some sweats if you want..."

She shook her head, jerking herself back to reality. "What?"

"Would you prefer I find some sweats to-"

"No... it's okay." Melissa smiled slightly, "I'm... going to go change..."

"Alright. The bathroom's through there." He pointed.

"Thanks..." She hurried into the bathroom, shutting the door softly behind her. "Oh God..." She breathed.

Darien padded into the kitchen, picking up the guitar. Hm... he'd forgotten it... but that kiss had been worth it....

Melissa dumped out the bag, nearly groaning as the clothes tumbled out. "Shit." The tank top that had been packed had shrunk slightly in the wash. "Shit, shit, shit." It didn't help that the shorts she always wore rode up like all hell... Sighing, she began to change, stuffing her bra and other clothes back into the bag.

Darien stripped off his jeans, glancing down at his boxers, black with flames coming up from the legs. Uh huh... what would Melissa look like in her jammies? He swallowed. Crap.

Okay. She took a deep breath, washing her hands after using the facilities. Time to go... She dried her hands and stepped out of the bathroom. The shorts hit her at mid thigh, and the tank top had the annoying tendency to cling more tightly than she'd like.

Darien chewed at his lip as she came in. Oh God... He grabbed a pillow, placing it in his lap as he sat on the bed. Her shirt might as well have been invisible... He swallowed. "Hi. Sure you don't want me to sleep on the couch?"

"Yeah." She nodded. No need to tell him she was afraid of the dark. If she'd been embarrassed earlier...

"Alright... left or right?"

"I don't have a preference." She shrugged, setting the bag at the end of the bed.

"Alright. I'll take right then." Darien struggled to keep his eyes on hers.

"Okay." She pulled her hair from the loose bun it'd been in all night, slipping the band onto her wrist.

He swallowed. Shit... he was in trouble... hopefully she wouldn't realize WHY he had the pillow in his lap.

She sat down next to him, her brow furrowing slightly. He looked... pinched. "Are you okay?"

"Me? Great... why?"

"Oh. You look..." She shrugged. "What's with the pillow?"
Darien sighed. "Use your imagination, Bit."

Melissa's lips quirked, "Oh. Sorry."

"Sure..." He moved the pillow as he reached to turn off the light.

She blinked, her eyes locking on him before the lights clicked off. Was that size natural?!

He eased under the blanket. "Coming, Bit?"

"Yeah." Her voice was nearly a squeak, whether from the dark or his closeness, she didn't know.

Darien swallowed, closing his eyes as he felt the bed dip.

Melissa slid under the blanket next to him, her eyes wide in the darkness.

"I don't bite, Bit."

"I might." She bit her lip as their legs brushed.

"You might? And if I like it?" Damn... he should just... shoot himself. Oh, but her legs were silky...

"Well..." She worried her lip between her teeth. He was warm...

"Never mind. Sorry, Bit."

"It's okay." She shifted closer to him, "You're warm..." Way to state the obvious, Mel... Idiot.

"Are you cold? I can turn up the heat..."

She shook her head, "I'll be okay."

"Bit, it's no problem..." He shifted, facing her.

"It's okay, Darien." She took his hand under the covers, glad for the contact. Good... stupid dark...

He threaded his fingers through hers. "If you want anything, tell me and I'll try and get it for you."

"Alright." She smiled slightly, fighting off a yawn.

"Night, Bit."

"Night, Darien." She shifted, kissing his cheek innocently before settling back against the pillow.

He swallowed. Oh God... What he wouldn't give for a wank...
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