A/N: Happy Valentine's Day! Here is the very first outtake to "For You, the World." It was a little weird coming back so far in Payson and Sasha's relationship, but it was also a nice little break.

I hope you all enjoy! Either way, love it or hate it, let me know!

Outtake 1: Takes place during Chapter 12 (the first little bit is the same as you saw in Chapter 12, to refresh your memory).

They manage to sneak into Sasha's hotel room together without being seen, and Payson thinks that they should star in their very own spy movie. They've got the cloak and dagger stuff down.

As Sasha sits down on his bed, Payson goes to the ice bucket, filling a hand towel with ice. She sits down next to Sasha, facing him, and gently holds the ice against his knuckles.

"Does it hurt?" She asks. Sasha shakes his head, staring at her.

"No. You're perfect, you know that right?" Sasha asks. Payson smiles.

"I'm not perfect, Sasha," she can't help but blush under the intensity of his stare.

"Yes, you are, Payson."

Silence falls over them, Payson moving the ice to check his hand, Sasha staring at her with that look, the one that makes Payson think if she weren't sixteen he'd be proposing. After ten minutes, Payson removes the ice, tossing the soaked towel into the sink and drying off his hand with a fresh one.

He pushes her hand away gently and reaches up and brushes the back of his hand across her cheek. She hisses and shivers, laughing softly.

"Cold," she whispers. Sasha responds with a small smile, turning his hand over and cupping her cheek. He holds her gaze for a moment, in a way that makes her stomach clench, and then leans in for a kiss. At first it's just a peck; soft and quick. But each kiss lasts longer than the one before it and soon the kisses are just like the one from the club, thoroughly possessive.

Sasha pushes forward and Payson lies back, letting him cover her body with his. Every inch of them is pressed together as they continue to kiss. Payson skims her hands down his chest and then slowly starts unbuttoning his shirt. When it's finally hanging open, she brushes her fingers down his sides, over his pecks, scraping her fingernails lightly over his nipples and making him shudder. She traces the lines of his abs, loving the definition there. Then she slides it off and he's left bare from the waist up.

She loves the feeling of his skin beneath her hands. It's surprisingly soft, velvety even, though the muscles beneath are hard as steel. Payson loves the contrast. As they kiss and she runs her hands all over his torso, Sasha works one of his hands beneath her, unzipping her dress.

This is no farther than they've been before, but Payson can't help but feel like tonight they're going to push the envelope. His touch is feather-light as he guides the straps of her dress down her shoulders, baring her chest to him.

Sasha meets her gaze as he trails his lips down the valley between her breasts, kissing down her stomach and swirling his tongue around her belly button. She giggles and he laughs against the skin of her stomach. Payson arches her hips and shimmies her dress down her legs.

"Payson," Sasha warns. She silences him with a look.

"Take off my dress, Sasha," she demands. Sasha hesitates only a moment before obliging. Soon, Payson is left in only a pair of red bikini underwear. Sasha sits back, drinking her in. She blushes as his eyes travel slowly from her toes to her face.

He traces her feet and then smoothes his hands up her legs, over her hips and stomach, her breasts and then buries his hands in her hair as he dives back in for more kisses. Payson flips them over and immediately her hands go to his belt buckle. He reaches down to still them.

"Payson…" she looks up at him from beneath her lashes, biting her bottom lip. She can see the battle in his eyes. "We can't."

"We can. No sex, Sasha, but I need more than we've had." This time, as she works his belt free, he doesn't stop her.

Payson sits astride his knees and slowly untangles his belt from its buckle. She doesn't bother pulling it from the loops of his pants, instead going for the button next. She looks up at Sasha to see his reaction and the look on his face makes her breath hitch. He watches her through hooded eyes, his hands gripping her knees as she slowly unzips his pants.

She hesitates then, a little nervous. She's never touch a man's…parts before, much less seen them. She has no idea what to expect, or even what to do. The bravado she felt just a few moments ago is fading, fast.

Sasha seems to sense her nervousness. Smoothing his hands up her thighs and over her back, he sits up and pulls her forward to meet him in a kiss. One of his hands buries itself in her hair, tugging gently as he kisses her deeply. The other hand sits on the small of her back, tracing her two tiny scars and then pressing firmly so that their lower bodies come into sharp contact. Payson gasps against his lips as her entire body starts to tingle.

Quickly, he rolls them, letting his lower half press into her while he braces himself above her. Payson's hands go to his waist, smoothing up his sides and around his back. She's eager to feel the full weight of his body so she presses on his back until he gets the point and wraps his arms around her.

"I love you," he whispers, tracing her jaw line with his lips. She shivers, squeezing his hips. He laughs, a husky sound from deep in his throat, and nips at her earlobe before shifting onto his hands and knees above her. His lips leave her skin burning as he trails them back down her neck, across her collarbone and down into the valley between her breasts.

Payson can't help but wiggle beneath him as his lips close over her nipple, sucking gently. He groans and rocks against her as his other hand covers her neglected breast. His touch is feather light, brushing quickly over the rapidly hardening peak.

Warmth spreads through Payson's body, settling low in her belly as he continues to torture her with his tongue. He swirls it around the tip of her nipple, his free hand tugging gently on the other. She arches beneath him, gasping as her insides start to flutter.

"Sasha," she gasps. "I need…"

She doesn't actually know what she needs, but she feels like she's closer to it every time his hips rock against hers and pleasure spikes through her body, down to her toes. Sasha stops, looking up at her. The image he presents, his hair in disarray, a self-satisfied smirk playing on his lips as they hover just above her skin, thrills her.

"You need what, love?" He asks. Payson squirms, unsure how to vocalize it, and watches as Sasha's eyeballs roll back just a little.

"More," she finally breathes, frustrated. He laughs, his breath hot against her skin. Then he kisses her, a barely-there tease of a kiss.

"All right then," he whispers. He kisses her again, this time plundering her mouth, practically devouring her. She loves it, loves the feeling of being possessed so fully and knowing that she's the only one who can drive the normally controlled Sasha Beloff completely wild.

She's so focused on his kisses she hardly notices as his hand abandons her breast, his fingers trailing lightly down her stomach until they reach the waistband of her panties. It isn't until she feels the heat of his hand through her silk panties that she realizes they are indeed pushing the envelope tonight.

She gasps into his kisses, arching her back, trying to get more pressure from Sasha's fingers. He seems intent on teasing her though, and his touch remains feather light. Payson's whole body is shaking, tiny tremors that are driving her crazy. She isn't sure she can take much more teasing.

Taking charge, Payson fists one hand in Sasha's hair, tugging sharply to get his attention. He pulls back from their kiss looking amused.

"You are so evil," she breathes. Sasha just laughs.

"Why would you say that, love?" he asks. Payson groans, letting her head fall back to the pillow. Her body is so tightly wound she could scream.

"Please, Sasha," she whines. Suddenly, he's kissing her again, relentless. She grunts in surprise but relishes in the feel of his lips against hers, the taste of him.

His fingers dip beneath the waistband of her panties, sliding between her thighs. She shudders as he presses the pad of his thumb against a spot she hadn't yet discovered on her own, one that makes her eyes roll back and her whole body quiver. He rubs it firmly and Payson feels her insides clench tightly. She can't catch her breath as the tension in her body builds.

"Oh God," she gasps. She feels Sasha's lips at her ears, hovering just above her jaw so that she can just barely feel his lips.

"You're so beautiful, Iubito," Sasha whispers. The sound of his voice distracts her from his touch until she feels one of his fingers slip inside of her. She gasps, the sensation totally new, but so, so good. "You feel bloody amazing."

Payson tries to focus on his hands as his mouth covers hers again, and the pleasure coursing through her veins. After she has a few minutes to get used to this new feeling, Sasha adds another finger. Payson can feel her insides stretching around him, trying to accommodate his fingers and her breath catches in her throat. He moves slowly, and the pleasure builds, a slow burn that going to engulf her soon.

When Sasha's fingers curl inside of her they hit a secret spot that makes her see fireworks. She squeezes her eyes closed, seeing bursts of color behind her eyelids.

"More," she begs in a throaty groan. She hears Sasha groan too as his fingers pick up the pace, harder and more demanding of her body. His thumb goes back to the spot it had hit before, rubbing insistently.

Payson feels like she isn't in control of her own body anymore as her muscles tense and shake. She's close, to what she isn't sure, but she knows she's on the cusp of something incredible. She tries to focus, tries to regain control as Sasha drives her towards the edge.

She's squirming, trying to reach whatever she's moving towards when Sasha's lips return to her ear. He nips at her earlobe before he speaks.

"Let go," he commands. And when she does, that's when she hits it, the precipice she's been wobbling on. Pleasure explodes through her body, hitting her like a Mac truck and she can't help but cry out, a loud, ragged moan that the whole hotel can probably hear. Her insides convulse around Sasha's fingers as his movements slow and his lips cover hers to swallow the sounds she's making.

Afterwards, Payson feels all the tension drain from her muscles, leaving her shaky and limp in Sasha's arms.

"Oh my God," she gasps, still trying to catch her breath. Sasha smiles softly at her, looking smug. "That was incredible."

Sasha rolls to the side, propping his head up on his hand, and Payson smiles up at him. Her eyes travel over his broad shoulders, down his chiseled torso, until they land on his unzipped pants and the bulge there. She smiles and reaches for him, but he stops her.

"I love you, Payson," he whispers, leaning forward for a kiss.

"You didn't get to…" she says. She wants to give him the same incredible feeling he just gave her, and she doesn't think it's fair that he has to go without.

"It know," he says, smiling. "Don't worry."

"But Sasha," Payson says. He climbs off the bed, pulling her to her feet as well. Then he wraps his arms around her, hugging her tightly and pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"Payson, please? It's late, and if you don't leave now, I won't ever let you out of my bed."

Sasha's voice is ragged as he tries to stay in control. Payson can see the strain in his shoulders and his neck, he's trying so hard. She smiles at him, brushing her thumb over his cheek and rising up on her toes for one more deep, toe-curling kiss. She slips back into her dress and then he walks her to the door, pulling it open and checking the hallway. Payson starts to tiptoe to her room but turns back after a few steps. At this hour no one should be awake, so she doesn't worry about whispering.

"I love you so much. Good night."