HELLO ALL! I BRING AN AUSTIN & ALLY FIC! I WAS WATCHING "CRYBABIES & COLOGNE", AND THIS POPPED INTO MY MIND. DO NOT ASK ME HOW, EXPLAINING MY THOUGHT PROCESS WOULD TAKE THE REST OF TIME AND YOU'D PROBABLY END UP IN THE LOONY BIN. LOL! ANYWAYS, THE FIRST PART OF THE STORY CONTAINS DIALOGUE FROM THE SHOW, BUT THAT'S IT. SO IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THE EPISODE, I SUGGEST NOT READING THIS IF YOU DON'T WANT SPOILERS. ENJOY! AS ALWAYS, I LOVE REVIEWS!

A/N:

AUSTIN: LOOKS: shaggy platinum blonde hair that brushes over his forehead, neck and ears; chocolate brown eyes; tan skin; an athletically lithe body covered in lean muscle with slightly broad shoulders, a narrow waist and a V-shape of the torso; 5'10" / WEARING: gray t-shirt under a sky blue short-sleeve collared button-up, left open; dark denim skater jeans with a chain on the right side; dark blue high tops; whistle chain necklace; silver cuff bracelet on left wrist

ALLY: LOOKS: shoulder-length lightly curled dark brunette hair ombre-d with caramel; dark chocolate brown eyes; light tan skin; slender body covered in lean muscle with curves, a developed chest, toned stomach and long, toned legs; 5'2" / WEARING: purple cami under a flower-printed sleeveless loose crop-top; orange skinny jeans; red-strapped sandal wedges; decorative necklace; two bracelets on left wrist


Ally started up the music and recording equipment while Austin stood behind the recording mike and put on the headphones. She put her own set on, then gave him the go ahead to start singing.

"Whatever it is I got it,

Don't know what to call it,

There's no way to hide it,

Yeah, I got it 2.

Whatever it is I got it,

Don't know what to call it,

There's no way around it,

Yeah, I got it 2.

Whoa-oh-oh...

Yeah, I got it 2.

Whoa-oh-oh...

Girl, you got it 2.

Whoa-oh-oh...

Yeah, I got it 2.

Whoa-oh-oh...

Girl, you got it 2.

Whoa-oh-oh..." Austin sung while dancing behind the mike, making Ally smile.

"Wooo." Ally cheered, clapping her hands as Austin finished and put his headphones back on the stand, then walked over to her; she took hers off as well. He paused for a second in front of her, crossing his arms over his chest, then smiled.

"Man, another great song Ally." Austin praised, smiling at his songwriter. "You're the best songwriter in the biz." Austin reached down and ejected the CD from the laptop, handing it to her.

She gave a chuckle. "Aww, I wouldn't say I'm the best," she said with a blush while writing the song name on the disk in Sharpie, "but you can." They both smiled and laughed at that. She placed the CD in the case and put it off to the side.

Suddenly the door opened more and Trent, a guy both Austin and Ally dislike immensely, popped in. "I'll say it." Both Austin and Ally looked up in surprise. "That song is great."

Austin didn't like that he was here; him and Trent have had a little rivalry going on since Austin beat Trent in the dance-off. "Trent, how long have you been standing there?"

"Long enough to know that that is a great song." He said, completely ignoring the fact that he'd been eavesdropping.

Ally rolled her eyes, disgusted by the guy who hurt her best friend, and got out of her chair, walking past Austin while Trent took another step inside the room. He was speaking, but Ally paid no attention; instead, she took notice of the way Austin immediately moved in front of her, almost protectively, and maybe a little possessively, when Trent started moving closer towards her. Ally, a little stunned, did nothing to move out from behind Austin, but peeked around him. She tuned back into the conversation rather quickly when she heard Trent say, "I was wondering if Ally would write me a song."

To say she was surprised would be an understatement. This jerk actually had the nerve to ask her to write him a song? Did he not remember what he did to her best friend? Plus, she's Austin's songwriter. Apparently, Austin shared her sentiments.

"Absolutely not." Austin said with force.

Ally raised her eyebrows at his tone. It isn't like she doesn't agree, but she's just a little surprised at how...angry and affronted he sounded, like it was an insult that Trent even asked. She let out a small smile, until what he said next completely blindsided her.

"She," Austin said, pointing over his shoulder at Ally, "is mine." He then pointed at himself.

Ally knew she should be angry at that, how he's insinuating that she's an object or something, but for some odd reason she's not. Instead, hearing that, it made her feel all warm and tingly. He didn't say she was his songwriter, that she would have understood, but he said she was his, period. Nothing else. It caused a blush to crawl up her neck and cover her cheeks, and butterflies start to dance the mamba in her stomach. She actually liked that he said she belonged to him. She peered around the blonde singer to glance at Trent, to see his reaction; his face showed surprise, and a little disbelief. It made her smile. And want to give Austin a hug, but she resisted the urge. Right now was not the time to deal with her feelings for Austin.

"Why don't you let Ally speak for herself, Austin?" Trent asked with a slight smirk.

Ally widened her eyes at that. Did he actually think she would even consider writing him a song? She can be a softie, and maybe a bit of a pushover, but her stance on this choice is clear and firm: he was getting no song from her. He was the jerk of the century! She saw Austin tense, about to speak again, probably to say something that wouldn't end well for anyone, so she laid her small hand in the middle of his back, causing him to instantly relax. Weird. He turned around to face her, raising an eyebrow in question. She just gave him a small smile before stepping around him to face Trent.

"Trent," she said, giving him a fake smile. His smile turned cocky, and she saw that he thought he got her. Oh how wrong he was. "As nice as it is that you'd ask me, I can't. Sorry."

That caused the smile to drop off of Trent's face. "What? Why?"

Ally wanted to smack her forehead at his stupidity. "Seriously? You're asking me why I won't write the guy who broke my best friend's heart a song?"

"And I already apologized for that. Many times." Trent said, clasping his hands together in front of him. "Doesn't everyone deserve a second chance?"

Ally acted like she was considering his words. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Austin look concerned. Why would he look like that? Then she felt him clamp his hand around her wrist, sending a deliciously rough shiver down her spine and causing the butterflies to swarm back into her stomach with a vengeance. Her whole body tingled out from the spot where he was touching her and she felt warm again. She shook off the feelings the best she could and turned her head to look at him, tilting her head to the side in question.

"You aren't really considering writing for him, are you?" he asked quietly, and his eyes held a trace of worry.

She smiled sweetly at him, shaking her head once, before looking back at Trent. She felt the relief radiate off of Austin and he let go of her wrist; she tried not to feel disappointed at the loss of contact.

"Everyone does deserve a second chance Trent, and usually I'm the first to offer one, but not this time." She said, cocking her head to the side. "You hurt my best friend, and she didn't deserve that. You didn't have to pretend to be her boyfriend to get close to Austin. Just talking to him would of worked. He's an easy-going guy." She saw Austin smile at her words. "But instead you were manipulative, and rude. But even if you didn't do that to Trish, I wouldn't write you a song. I'm his songwriter." She gestured to Austin with her hand. "And I'm happy with that." She crossed her arms over her chest.

Austin was all-out grinning at this point. She rolled her eyes. Terrific, she just inflated his ego even more. She turned on her heel and walked back around Austin, done talking with Trent. She watched Austin smirk at the flabbergasted Trent.

"Buh-bye Trent." Austin said, giving a sarcastic wave to Trent.

Trent, still not talking, turned and walked out of the practice room, closing the door behind him. Ally let out a sigh and Austin faced her, shaking his head.

"I can't believe the nerve of that guy!" he exclaimed. "Thinking you'd write him a song."

"Me either." Ally said, giving a sad shake of her head. "It was like what he did to Trish wasn't a big deal."

"Something is wrong with that guy." Austin agreed.

Ally shuffled some of the sheet music that was on top of the piano together, a question burning in her mind, but she was too afraid to ask. Instead, she followed Austin with her eyes as he walked over to where all the guitars were resting. She let her eyes rove over him as he picked one up, not for the first time thinking how attractive he is. He's grown a lot since they first met, and the results are anything but disappointing. He's leaner, and a lot more muscular, and his face has lost it's soft edges and matured. Top it off with his beautiful platinum blonde hair that's just messy enough to look good, his soft tan skin and his sparkling chocolate brown eyes, she was toast. Not that she'd ever admit this to anyone (except Trish), but he is sinfully handsome. No one should look as good as he does. Sometimes, when she's drinking something, she just want's to dump it on him so he'd take off his shirt. She can count on two hands the number of times she's seen him with his shirt off, and she really wants to increase the number.

She let out a silent sigh. She needs to control her hormones better, or she may slip and he'll figure out her secret: that she has a crush on him. But when he stood in front of her, and called her his, she almost felt like, maybe, he felt the same way. But that was ridiculous. Austin could have any girl he wanted, so why would he want her? Plain old Ally Dawson had nothing special to offer a hottie like him. Sure, she knows she isn't terrible to look at, but definitely not in the ranks that'd attract him.

"You okay, Alls?" Ally looked over at where he was sitting, strumming lazily at the guitar, a concerned look in his eyes.

"I'm fine." Ally automatically answered.

"You sure?" Austin asked, unconvinced, and stopped his strumming.

"Yeeeeeaaaaaahhhhh." Her voice took a high note at the end, which caused him to raise an eyebrow at her. She cleared her throat. "Why do you ask?"

"You've been shuffling those same papers for the past ten minutes and staring off into space." Austin answered, giving her a look.

Not into space, Ally thought. At you. But of course she didn't say that out loud. He'd freak out if he knew where her train of thought was leading her. He needed to stay blissfully unaware of her increasing attraction to him. For both their sakes.

"Ally!" Austin shouted, putting his guitar down and walking to her. "You're doing it again."

Ally shook off her thoughts, then started at how close he was. She felt goosebumps break out all over her body. She shyly looked up into his eyes and saw the worry shining in them, as well as confusion. His proximity was making her so flustered, she blurted out the only thing that was running through her brain.

"What did you mean?" She slammed her hand over her mouth and blushed. She really did not mean for that to come out.

"What?" Austin said, getting even more confused.

Ally let out a sigh. She couldn't back out now. Austin wouldn't leave her alone until she explained herself. "What you said to Trent earlier."

"I said a lot of things to him." Austin said, cocking his head to the side. "Be more specific."

She swallowed down her embarrassment. "When you said I was yours." She looked down to avoid his eyes.

"Oh." Austin said, which caused her to peek up at him through her lashes.

If she wasn't mistaken, Austin had a light blush covering his cheeks. Emboldened by that, she raised her head fully, looking him straight in the eyes and taking a step closer to him, relishing in the shudder that went down her spine at their proximity. His eyes snapped up to hers when she moved closer, and she swore they got darker.

"Exactly that." He finally said, and his voice was husky, a tone she had never heard from him before, and dammit if it didn't send a shiver through her. He leaned his taller frame down closer to her smaller one, causing her to take a step back. "You," he moved closer, she backed up again, "Are," he took another step forward, her backward, "Mine." She now had her back against the piano and both his hands were now resting on either side of her, caging her in.

She looked down again, biting on her bottom lip, before looking back up at him through her lashes. His eyes were on her lips, and they were even darker than before. Her eyes widened when he started leaning down, then stop right when his lips were above hers. She felt his breath skate over her lips, causing a shudder to go down her spine.

"Tell me to stop, Ally." He breathed out, looking her in the eye. "Tell me you don't want me to kiss you right now."

She swallowed thickly, licking her suddenly dry lips slowly; she watched in fascination as his eyes followed her tongue. She wanted to pinch herself, make sure this wasn't a dream, cause it sure felt like one. Austin Moon, the Austin Moon, wanted to kiss her. Her, plain old Ally Dawson. And the look he's giving her is making her want to melt into a pile of goo. A guy has never looked at her like that before. It was a combination of longing and desire, and something else she couldn't place. She wanted him to kiss her, she really, really wanted him to, but was afraid. Not only for what this could mean for them, their partnership, but because she's never really kissed a boy. She's given quick kisses or pecks to boys before, but not a real kiss, one that'd curl the toes and cause the heart to stop. She didn't think she'd be good enough for Austin.

"Times up." Austin whispered huskily. Then he closed the distance and kissed her.

She was stunned, and didn't kiss back for a full five seconds. But then instinct took over, kicked her in the butt and she started kissing back. Tentatively, at first, afraid he wouldn't like it. Then that got thrown out the window when she felt his hands move to her hips and pull her fully against him. She let out a moan she didn't recognize as her own before wrapping her arms around his neck, lacing her fingers into his soft platinum locks, and abandoning herself to him. He ate her lips, nibbling and tugging and sucking on them until they parted, then licking and teasing and taunting until they opened wider, and then he slid his tongue in. They battled for dominance for a few seconds before he beat her and slid his tongue over every inch of her mouth, like he was memorizing it. She felt the need for oxygen come, but really didn't want to end the kiss. After a few more moments of kissing, she sucked slightly at his top lip before releasing it to run her tongue along his bottom one, satisfying herself with the guy who was quickly becoming her own personal drug. He let out a low groan at her action, which caused her to smile. She didn't know where this bold side of her was coming from, but she liked it.

Austin pulled his lips away from hers, letting Ally get some breaths in, before he started attacking her neck. Safe to say the breath she just took in left her lungs with a whoosh. She gripped his shoulders and dropped her head back when his hot mouth hit a sensitive spot on her neck and she let out a breathy moan; she felt his smile on her neck. Somehow one of the hands that was resting on her hips slipped inside her shirt, moving to her back, where it now traced tiny patterns of fire across her skin. She slipped her hands from his shoulders back around his neck and slid her hands back into his hair, gripping the locks tightly as pleasure coursed through her body. His lips moved down to her collarbone, where he was kissing the area just above her purple cami. She then almost collapsed when she felt him scrape his teeth over the skin; she pulled him back up to her a moment later, needing his talented mouth back on hers. He pushed his tongue back into her mouth almost immediately, and she put up no resistance. But she did fight back against his tongue for dominance. She lost, again. Figures he'd like being dominant. She whimpered her displeasure, though, and waited until he thrust his tongue deep, then tangled her tongue with his and sucked. His flavor amazed her, and she found herself addicted to it. By the time he broke the kiss with a suckling taste of her bottom lip, her breath was ragged, and his wasn't much better.

Before he could do anything, Ally swooped down and started kissing Austin's jaw and neck, nipping and suckling when it felt right. She was going on nothing but instinct, but from the sounds he's making, she's doing alright. She kissed up his neck before taking his earlobe into her mouth. Licking at it, she insinuated her left hand through the collar of his shirt to splay her fingers over the hollow at the base of his throat, and felt his muscles lock. She smiled before moving her lips back down his throat, her hand moving down as well; it moved over his chest and down his abs, bumping over the muscle she felt, before she snuck her hand under his shirt. He let out a hiss as her hand laid over the hot skin of his stomach. She paused her mouth for a second over his neck, holding down the shiver that wanted to erupt at the feel of his hard abs, then went back to kissing. Then she did something that even surprised her. Before she could even think it through, her mouth opened and she bit down on the skin at the juncture of his throat and neck, hard, most likely marking him. But the growl he let out because of her action was worth it. She licked her tongue over the bruise sweetly, then lifted her head up to look at him.

Austin was starting at her, his breathing ragged and uneven (like hers), his eyes lit up with pure lust. Staring him in the eye, Ally moved the hand that was under his shirt further up, tracing over his amazing chest with her nails, causing his eyes to flutter close and a groan to leave his mouth. She smiled smugly and removed her hand, sliding it up his chest to join her other around his neck. She totally forgot about the hand that was still under her shirt on her back until he moved it to her stomach. She gasped as heat flared through her body, her legs going limp and tingly. It was his turn to smile smugly. She didn't care though. She just gripped the hand that was in his hair tighter and slammed their lips back together. He licked over her lips, this time asking for permission. With her pulse beating in every inch of her skin, she opened her mouth, taking the taste of him deep within her as she slid her hands from around his neck to cup his face. His hands slid back around her hips, pulling her up against his body, then pushed back so she was fully trapped between his body and the piano; she slipped her hands back around his neck, playing with the hairs at the nape of his neck.

He started pulling his mouth off of hers, pausing to bite her lower lip and tug on it, which caused her to whimper; he pulled fully off, only to start on her neck again. Austin kissed her, lapped her, nibbled at her, and her body felt each and every touch like a shock. Ally's body felt overloaded and overstimulated. Then he did something she should have seen coming, but didn't. With his mouth on the side of her neck, next to her pulse, he drew her skin hard against his teeth in a rough love bite. Her head dropped back at that, her body arching into his, and a loud moan came out. She felt the smile against her neck as he let the skin go and rasped his tongue over it.

"Austin..." she whimpered out, unable not to.

She felt his whole body freeze against hers when she spoke before a shudder rocked through him. He looked up at her with a look in his dark eyes she has never seen from him before. It caused more heat to flash through her body. Then he drew her mouth back towards his, but this time the kiss was slow and sweet, a kiss that actually meant something. He finally pulled himself off of her, slowly, almost reluctantly. He pulled down on his shirt while she remained up against the piano, like she was in shock. After he ran a hand through his really messed up hair, thanks to her hands, he looked up at her, then smiled when he saw how she hadn't moved one inch.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that." He said, his voice still slightly husky.

Hearing his voice shook her out of whatever trance she was in, and she let out a humorless chuckle. "I highly doubt that."

He cocked his head to the side in confusion. "Why?"

The question flustered Ally. "Because you're you, and I'm me, and I'm just plain, not really that pretty or coordinated or interesting. But you're gorgeous, and a semi-famous singer and a total girl-magnet and-oomph!" He cut her off by kissing her.

Austin pulled back a second later, an amused look on his face. "You think I'm hot?"

Ally let out an irritated breath at the question. "Out of everything I said, you latch on to that?"

"Yeah." Austin answered with a shrug. "Cause nothing else you mentioned was true." He paused for a second. "Except for the semi-famous singer part, that is."

Ally spluttered, totally speechless.

Austin gave her a smile, one of her favorites, and reached a hand up to caress her cheek with it. "You're so cute."

Ally still couldn't string together a coherent sentence, so she did the only thing she could: she threw her hands up in the air and groaned exasperatedly. Austin just looked at her, his hand still on her cheek and amusement still on his face. He ran a thumb over her cheekbone fondly before running his fingers down over her neck, her shoulder, skimming the side of her breast (which caused a deep blush to cover her cheeks), and going over her waist and hip before he let it fall back by his side.

"Why are you smiling!?" she exclaimed when she was finally able to speak.

"I already said." Austin said, still smiling. "You're so cute."

"I am not!" she said, stomping her foot irritatedly. She realized, belatedly, that doing that didn't help disprove the point.

He raised his eyebrows at her in disbelief.

"Oh shut up." Ally muttered, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I didn't say a word." Austin said, now smirking at her. "But I do want to say you're right."

"I am?" Ally asked, confused. "About what?"

"You aren't really pretty." He said, and she felt her heart drop. She knew it. "You're breathtakingly beautiful."

She was about to speak, tell him it was okay, when he said that; her mouth clamped back close. "I'm what?"

"Beautiful." Austin stated simply.

"I-you-and-WHAT?" To say she was confused would be an understatement.

He took a step closer to her, reaching up to run his thumb over her bottom lip. She shivered at the contact. "I said you're beautiful." He grabbed her hips and pulled her closer to him, then laid his forehead against hers. "And you're mine."

She looked up at him through her lashes, trying to gauge his sincerity. She saw the answer shining in his eyes, and it caused a smile to spread across her face. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down into a slow, loving kiss. When they pulled back, both breathless and smiling, she nodded.

"I'm yours."