Can I sleep at your house? I guess. But why do you want to? Because mine is in fire"

(Skip Love - Shojo Manga Capt. 2 pg . 3 )

A dim wedge of light from the hallway fell across the carpet . Cagalli could make out a large shape beneath the bed covers. Her heart hammered whit the excitement of the forbidden. She took a tentative step inside.

The same dangerous energy shot through her that she felt when she was seventeen , right before she'd pulled the fire alarm . She moved closer. Just one look and the she leave .

He lay on his side, turned away from her . the sound of his breathing was deep and slow. She remembered the scene of one favorites anime series when the male protagonist fall sleep, taking care of a prisoner and then he woke up at the slightest sound, she envisioned a rumple-haired Athrun pointing a 5 inch knife at her neck.

She'd pretend she was sleepwalking

He'd left his shoes on the floor, and she pushed on of them aside with her foot. It made a slight rustle as it brushed the carpet, but he didn't move. She pushed aside its mate. But he didn't react to that either . So much for the 5 inch knife.

Her palms grew damp .She rubbed them on her shorts. Then she bumped ever so gently against the end of the bed.

He was dead to the world.

Now that she knew what he looked like sleep, she'd leave. She tried to, but her feet took her to the other side of the bed instead, where she could see his face.

Akira slept like this. Fireworks could explode next to her nephew, and he wouldn't stir. But Athrun Zala didn't look like Akira . She took in his amazing profile, strong forehead, angle cheekbones and straight, perfectly proportioned nose. damn it ~ .For nothing he is considerate Sexiest Man alive.

This was a terrible invasion of his privacy . Inexcusable . But as she gazed down at his rumpled dark blue hair , she could barely resist brushing it back from his brow.

One perfectly sculpted shoulder rose above the covers .

She wanted to lick it.

That's it ! She'd lost her mind . And she didn't care.

The condom was still in her hand and Athrun Zala lay under the blankets – naked. if that bare shoulder was any indication . What if she crawled in whit him ?

It was unthinkable

But who would know? He might not even wake up. And if he did? He'd be the last person to tell the world he'd been whit the owner's oversexed sister.

Her heart was beating so fast she was lightheaded. Was she really thinking about this ?

There'd be no emotional aftermath. How could there be when she didn't harbor even the illusion of a soul-deep love? As for what he's think of her … He was used to having women throw themselves at him, so he'd hardly be surprised.

She could see the fire alarm hanging on the wall right in front of her , and she told herself no to touch it. But her hands tingled, and her breath came fast and shallow . She'd run out of willpower. She was tired and restlessness, her twitchy feet . Tired of mutilating her hair, because she didn't know how to fix herself. Fed up from many years trying to be perfect . Her skin damp whit desire and growing sense of horror a she watched herself slide off her pikachu slippers .

Put those right back on!

But she didn't. And the fire alarm clanged in her head .

She reached for the hem of her T-shirt…pulled it over her head …shorts and panties next…stood naked and trembling. Appalled, she watched her fingers curl around the covers and tug. Even as the blankets fell back , she told herself she wasn't going to do it . But her breasts are tingling, her body crying out whit need.

She set her hip on the mattress, the slowly slipped her legs beneath the covers. Oh, God, she was really doing this. She was naked, and she'd climbed into bed whit Athrum Zala

Who let out a soft snore and rolled over, taking most of the covers with him.

She stared at his back and knew she'd just been given a divine sign telling her to leave .She have to get out of this bed right this minute!

Instead, she curled around him, pressed her breasts against his back , breathed him in . There … that whiff of musky aftershave. It had been so long since she'd touched a man like this.

He stirred , shifted, muttered something as if he were dreaming.

The shriek of the fire alarm grew louder. She slid her arm around him and stroke his chest.

Only for a minute, she told herself. And then she'd leave.

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My attemp to do a fic

The story i take from one of the books from Susan Elizabeth Phillips, I change almost mm everything, but you going to find similarities

Probably you think - No Original but I'll been reading fiction for years so I want to try my luck this time ...

And I can stop thinking about Cagalli and Athrun in this situations, they are my favorite couple

I'm open to hear about your comments all kind

Reading you around

Ana