Disclaimer: I do not own the Clique, if I did I would be rich.
"Are you alright?" Dylan Marvil clutched her man tightly, inspecting his bruises.
"I'm fine," he assured her "I just had a hard time getting over here."
"She DIDN'T!!" Dylan gasped, her green eyes widening.
"SHE didn't do anything, I just kissed a few lampposts on the road."
"Are you drunk?" she looked at him sternly.
"No, a little buzzed but not really drunk."
"Honey, you know buzzed driving is drunk driving."
"Jesus Dylan, can you shut up with this preachy shit? I came here to relax."
"Ok, ok, sit down, I'll get you some coffee."
He flopped on her couch in a full laying position with his hands wiping his face.
"Ok, here we are," Dylan returned with a steaming mug "I even added a little sugar for my sugar" she kissed the bruise on his forehead.
"Thanks" he took two sips then layback down.
Dylan cradled his head in her lap "it's going to be all right" she stroked his cheek.
"Please Dylan...not tonight" his begs were stifled by his hands.
"Well let me get you an ice pack" she scuttled to the kitchen for some ice.
He just lay there silently,
Stewing.
"Okay" she placed the pack on his most prominent head bump.
"Thanks" he smiled, his dark eyes showing some happiness for the first time tonight.
"And you are going to get all better for me?" she kissed his fingertips.
"You know what'll make me feel better" he looked up at her.
She smiled and kissed him Spiderman style.
"Not yet" she smirked as she moved the pack from his head to his crotch.
"Why not?" he could tell she was lying.
"Just not yet" she kissed the back of his neck then down his arm.
He gripped her waist and gently tugged her so she fell on top of him.
They smiled at each other evilly.
He fingered her top down just enough so his lips fit in her cleavage.
She tenderly rubbed his sore arm so that her auburn curls brushed against his cheek.
He savored the familiar shampoo and even ran his lips up to her scalp.
"Thank you" he lifted his face until their noses touched.
"For what?" she smiled sweetly.
"For being here" his lips curled into a grin.
"I'll always be here" she placed her head on his chest so she could hear his heart beating.
He twirled his fingers in rhythm to her hair calmly.
She caressed his worn thighs feeling the rugged denim in contrast to her soft palms.
He rolled her over so her back was to his chest.
He ran his hand under her shirt and skimmed her navel ring.
She entwined her fingers with his other hand.
His hand moved up so his fingers drummed along her ribcage.
She lay flatter and flatter against him until their earlobes touched.
Moving north he felt the curve of her breast.
She removed the compress and it made a clink against the hardwood floor.
With his hand free he ran his fingers along her belt.
She guided his hand to the zipper and button,
He did the same.
They shimmied in rhythm until two thuds were heard on the floor.
She brushed her toes against his and they giggled softly in spite of themselves.
In a single flick of the wrist he flipped her over so he was on top and pressed his lips firmly on hers, his hands exploring her smooth legs.
"Is this wrong?" Dylan looked concerned.
"It always is, but it never is" he responded like he had so many times before.
They fell asleep on the couch entwined and naked, with only their jeans slung over them.
Meanwhile at the Hurley residence...
Kristen sat in the dark kitchen at the table,
The only light coming from a single candle coming from a small chocolate cupcake.
But it was enough to illuminate her tear-stained face,
And her swollen belly.