Guilty Pleasure
by Anna-Morgause
Description: You are my guilty pleasure, so intoxicating, and you know it isn't right. Super-Short One-shot
Disclaimer: I don't own ANYTHING! (I don't even own this computer I'm using lol)
Miley giggled as he placed gentle kisses on her collar bone. She ran her hands through his, hair, which was curly today. He was so good at this. Too good.
Suddenly he stopped. "Miles..." he started, his brown eyes staring into her blue ones, "We shouldn't be doing this."
"I know," she said, "But I need this. I need you." Miley kissed his lips lightly and hugged him.
"He's my brother..." he said in a sad tone, his internal struggle clear in his voice
"And we broke up," Miley told him, like she had so many times before, snuggling into his chest. She fit so perfectly there. They were made for each other. "We broke up a long time ago."
"It'd kill him if he found out," he said, unconsciously caressing his brunette partner.
Miley absentmindedly drew circles into his chest with her finger. "I know," she sighed, "but it'd kill me not to be with you. I need you."
"I need you, too..." he agreed quietly. He looked at her; she drove him crazy.
"Then, what's the problem?" she asked, pushing herself off his chest and looking at him, "I love you"
"I love you, too, Miles, but-"
"No 'but's," Miley interrupted him. She leaned forward and kissed him again, but not so gently this time. He kissed her back.
When they were done, he sighed. "You're my guilty pleasure, Miley Stewart"
She giggled, "And you're mine, Joe Jonas"
A/N: This was inspired by 'Guilty Pleasure' by Ashley Tisdale (The shuffle feature of my iPod is, like, my new best friend.)