Author's Note: Again if you are not 18, go away. If you still read it, don't blame me for any problems you may have in the future. As with the other story, don't ask me who or what inspired this story because I still won't tell you. ;)

It began as a game. She said something silly and he poked her in the side. He dodged as she tried to poke him back, and it gave way to a chase. For a moment, she thought it fitting that she was chasing him, until she tackled him, poked him, got back up and ran away. Then it was his turn to chase her. How she loved it.

He tripped over a rug in the living room. She had paused to catch her breath. He fell on top of her, and although she could have held him up, she fell to the floor. She stared at the ceiling for a minute, still regaining her breath, or trying. Laughter threatened to stop the process, and she looked down at him. He was staring at her stomach, where his head had bounced when they hit the ground.

His chest heaved against her thighs. He rested his head on her stomach for mere seconds before putting his hands on the floor and pushing himself up. Hesitating a moment, he looked into her eyes. They reflected a seriousness she couldn't define before his entire face broke out into a smile. She returned it. Then his face was not where it had been, and he was standing upright.

He held out a hand, which she took gratefully. He pulled a little too hard, however, and she almost toppled him over as her body hit his. He seemed to blush, and stepped back quickly. His whispered apology sang in her ear, and she smiled again, reassuring him that all was well. She realized his hand was still holding hers, but she made no move to call attention to it.

In an effort to smooth over the tension that seemed to have wrapped itself around the situation, he asked her if she wanted to hear the new CD he bought just that morning. Knowing he would now drop her hand regardless, she nodded. Moving away, toward the stereo, he did indeed drop her hand. He rooted around the pile of CDs and selected one to put in the player.

Much to her surprise, a soft melody floated from the speakers. She had expected something else, but was pleased at the sound. He asked her what she thought, and she replied truthfully. "Beautiful." He grinned and moved to the couch. She stopped him, putting a hand on his arm. He paused, looked at her quizzically. She bit her lip and asked him to dance. Surprise registered fleetingly on his face before he accepted.

He put his hands on her waist as she wrapped her arms around his neck. They swayed slowly, standing in place, and she feared she had done the wrong thing. She only wanted to keep him close. His scent made her senses reel as they never had before. She rested her head not on his shoulder but on her own arm. A sigh escaped her lips, but she wasn't sure if his closeness or her feeling of intoxication was to blame.

He seemed to relax as the song drifted on, and his hands made their way around to her back. Her arms slacked and she dropped her arms around his shoulders, pressing her hands to his back. She kept her head beside his, so he couldn't see the tear that slid down her cheek. Feelings overwhelmed her that she wasn't sure she wanted to have. This could only mean a lost friendship in the end.

She tensed at this thought, and he pulled away. Concern filled his face as he watched the single tear slid down her cheek. His right hand slipped from around her waist and he pressed his palm against the wet cheek. His thumb slowly trailed up the watery streak, soaking up her troubles. He whispered for her not to cry. She bit her lip, nodding, but felt another well up in it's place. He shook his head. She gave him a tentative smile, a chuckle, which made the tear-to-be disappear.

Staring into his eyes, they suddenly became all she could see. Deep pools of blue ocean in which she could see exactly how she felt at that moment. The feel of his lips on hers pulled her back, and she responded to his kiss with a need that matched his. Maybe seconds passed, or days, she didn't know. It was only him. And he was gone. She blinked. Stared. He had stepped back a few paces and was looking at her, his expression unreadable.

Wanting more, but unable to communicate her need, she stood there, to be sized up by his wondering eyes. She pulled her tongue across her lips, licking up his flavor. That seemed to be enough for him, and he came back to her. He moved quickly, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her into another kiss. His tongue came into possession of her mouth, and she invited him in eagerly, her arms back around his neck, fingers interlaced in his hair.

He seemed to take over her body completely. They moved as one and fell onto the couch. The sudden change finally registered to her brain and she pulled away, sat up. She asked him what was happening. She wanted to be sure they weren't ruining their friendship for a one time thing. He told her he had been wanting to do this for some time now, but never knew how to approach the idea. He had feelings for her, he said, that didn't belong to a one time affair.

She accepted this, and he tugged her back down to him. Their lips met again. Clothing seemed to melt from their bodies, and she couldn't remember her lips ever leaving his. She wanted this badly. Her hand trailed down to what she knew already awaited her. He was hard and strong, and he gasped as she curled her fingers around him. His hips moved up to meet her strokes. Urgency transformed him, and he pushed her hand away quickly. "No," he gasped. "Not yet."

Although there wasn't much room, she straddled his hips, not waiting for his touch. She sank herself onto his hardness quickly. His back arched and she bit her lip again. He was inside her. His hands held her hips, guiding her as she continuously moved up and down his penis. His hands travelled every inch of her body, his eyes kept rolling back into his head. She quickened her pace, and several moans escaped him and he pushed her down harder with each new thrust.

Soon his hold on her became more of a place to rest his hands, and his body relaxed. She didn't stop, and his sounds remained in steady rythmn to her thrusts. She began to tingle, a feeling that spread to every inch of her body. His name burst from her mouth repeatedly, quickly, and his moaning grew louder as her contractions fell upon him. She collapsed onto his chest. Slowly his right hand moved to her face, and he stroked her hair. His breathing automatically matched hers. She listened to his heartbeat pump through her ears and waited for her breathing to calm.

He asked her to retreat to the bedroom, so they could hold each other properly. They lay together for no more than five minutes before falling asleep in each others arms.