Ok so this is my first fanfic and also the first time I've ever written something like this so it may not be brilliant. Constructive criticism is welcome though.

Discalimer-I do not own Camp Rock

How can something so wrong feel so right?

Shane sauntered past all the dancers, appearing to watch them, even stopping to help some, but his feet led him to a brunette girl who was currently twirling in a pirouette. Shane strutted towards her and caught one of her arms, pulling her to a stop. Her best friend Caitlyn also stopped, confusion written all over her face.

Mitchie almost groaned when she felt a warm hand encase hers, halting her spinning. He had been torturing her all lesson. Him and those damn skinny jeans. No one should look that good when dancing. He had barely spared her a glance, only once when everyone else was picking a track did her shoot her a wink, that sexy smirk of his driving her crazy. And now he was touching her, her brain was almost going into overload. Her eyes fluttered closed but not before she saw Caitlyn looking at her suspiciously, Mitchie realised her cheeks must be red. "Keep your arms out for longer and you'll find you balance better." He said, his voice slightly husky from being so close to her. Mitchie just nodded not daring to look him in the eyes. She felt one calloused hand travel down her back before unnoticeable slipping a piece of paper into her pocket. She suppressed a shiver and suddenly he was gone, leaving behind only the faintest trace of his scent.

Mitchie walked out of the classroom slowly, her arms linked with Caitlyn. "That was a fun class don't you think?" Caitlyn asked and Mitchie nodded, her heart sinking as she saw her boyfriend waiting for her. He waved and she faked a smile, excusing herself from Caitlyn with a smile goodbye. "Hey babe." Brian whispered, wrapping his arms around Mitchie.

"Hi Brian." She murmured back, evading his eyes.

"Bet you're glad that class is over." Brian stated, shifting their positions so Mitchie was leaning against the wall of the dance studio.

"Yeah he's such a jerk." Mitchie mumbled, her gaze darting to where Shane had just left his classroom. She knew she held his attention as Brian leant in and captured her lips in a passionate kiss. She was going to pay for that later; Mitchie couldn't stop the shiver of anticipation from running down her spine. Brian misread the shiver and pulled her closer, smirking against her lips as his hand crept under her skirt.

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Mitchie glanced at the clock for what seemed like the hundredth time that hour, fingering the piece of paper in her pocket that contained his messy scrawl. She sighed again as the clock glowed the same figures. Caitlyn looked up from painting her toenails, a knowing smile on her lips, "Going out with Brian tonight?" She asked, coating her nails with a shocking shade of electric blue.

"Yeah," Mitchie said, faking a dreamy smile.

"So you and lover boy are getting serious then." Caitlyn more stated than asked.

"Yeah, I guess." Mitchie replied, trying to sound enthusiastic but she suspected Caitlyn saw through it. She said nothing though, just observing Mitchie with her amber stare before turning her attention back to her nails. Mitchie's eyes flashed to the clock and she bolted upright, finally having had enough. "I'll see you later then, don't wait up."

Caitlyn merely nodded and smiled at her friend, "Have fun."

Mitchie practically ran out the door in her haste to get out of there. She pulled her jacket closer to her as she walked the familiar path to cabin number 12. Mitchie's eyes darted around nervously; deeming there was no one following her, she turned the handle and walked through the door into the dark room, lit only by a few candles.

A pair of arms encased her immediately. "You're early." Shane murmured, his hot breath beating down on Mitchie's neck.

"I couldn't wait." Mitchie breathed, inhaling the delicious scent that floated around Shane's room. He let out a small chuckle and pulled Mitchie's jacket off her arms, discarding it somewhere on the floor. He spun her around, covering warm her body with his.

Shane's eyes were serious and dark with lust as they bore into hers. "You're going to pay for that little stunt with your boyfriend earlier." He murmured huskily in her ear as he walked her backwards until her back hit the wall.

"Why, are you jealous?" Mitchie asked breathlessly, winding her arms around Shane's head to pull him closer.

"Immensely." He admitted as he ducked his head as if to kiss her but swerved at last minute to plant a kiss on her neck.

"Shaaaanne," Mitchie drawled in desperation, wanting to feel his lips on hers so badly it hurt. She knotted her fingers in his perfectly straightened ebony locks and yanked his head up.

"Now now Mitch, do you not remember me saying you need to be punished..." He smirked, running his finger across her moist lips and down her neck, tracing her collarbone.

"Please," Mitchie whimpered, her eyelids fluttering closed as Shane pushed down the straps of her spaghetti top revealing a black lace bra. Shane groaned as he pushed the top down her chest so it lay at her waist, revealing her smooth stomach.

"Now Mitch, I need you to do something for me," Shane uttered in a low, barely audible voice as he stroked Mitchie's stomach repeatedly.

She hands tightened in his hair in response, "I'll do anything." She replied instantly, her voice laced with lust and longing.

"Good," Shane whispered, sliding his hands up Mitchie's arms, causing goose pimples, and removing her hands from his hair. He pinned her hands above her head, "You need to keep your hands there and stay very still. Because Mitchie, is a very bad girl, who deserves to be punished." This extracted another whimper and Shane grinned, biting down on her neck. Mitchie gasped as he started sucking on her pulse point, leaving his mark on her skin.

"Shane, Brain!" She reminded him, hating the frown that descended onto his face at her words. "Shane, don't. You made it this way." She reminded him again with a sigh as he pulled away from her neck. They stared at each other for what seemed like eternity before Mitchie pulled Shane's head down and their lips met in a searing kiss. Shane immediately deepened the kiss, pushing his tongue into her mouth. They battled for dominance, the kiss becoming more and more heated as they started grappling with each others clothes.

Suddenly Shane extracted his tongue from Mitchie's mouth and pulled away. She stared up at him in confusion, "You broke the rules Mitch, I told you to keep your hands above you head." He whispered, his lips brushing her ear as he pushed her arms back above her head. "Now, you have to keep your eyes open as well. You must keep them on me, at all times." He ordered, his teeth grazing her ear making her hiss. Shane chuckled, "Soon love. Remember, eyes on me."

Shane's hand went to the back of her head and tugged the elastic out of her hair, letting her curls tumble free. His hands then travelled down her body; touching her face, her lips her neck, her collarbone, until they reached her breasts. Shane met Mitchie's eyes and kept them locked with his as he traced the top of her breast. Mitchie bit her lips, a shiver contorting her body as he did that. Shane's lips curved into a smirk; he loved the effect he had on her.

Shane dipped his head and slowly licked the part of Mitchie's breast available to him and Mitchie uttered a soft moan in reply. Shane quickly reached around Mitchie's back and undid the clasp to her bra, letting it fall away from her chest. Shane loved the way Mitchie still turned red whenever he did that. Shane took her left breast in his mouth and let his tongue twirl around it, sucking and biting at the nipple. Meanwhile he massaged her right breast, flicking the nipple and making it harden. "Oh God Shane." Mitchie gasped, her hips thrusting against his and her eyes fluttering closed. Shane groaned as his hardness was pressed against Mitchie's core, causing him to ache badly. He looked up and noticed her eyes were closed, her cheeks flushed in pleasure. "Mitchie," Shane purred and her eyes opened involutarily. Mitchie gulped as she looked into his smouldering eyes, his grip on her breast tightening. "Keep your eyes open baby." Shane raised his head to her level and eyed her parted lips hungrily. He leant forward and clamped down on Mitchie's bottom lip, making her whimper as he sucked it hard.

Something in Mitchie snapped and she wrapped her leg around Shane's waist, pressing him harder against her. Shane dropped her breasts and grabbed her hips, roughly grinding against them causing them both to moan loudly. Shane pushed her pleated skirt up so it was bunched around her waist and suddenly lifted her up, pinning her against the wall. The look in his eyes was predatory as Mitchie wrapped her legs around his waist. Mitchie decided she had had enough and lifting Shane's arms upwards and yanking his t-shirt over his head, exposing his perfect torso. Mitchie's knees went weak and she was sure if Shane hadn't been holding her up she would have collapsed. Mitchie trailed a hand down his chest, her nails lightly scratching his abs. "Mitch," He said warningly as Mitchie started kissing his chest.

"You've tortured me enough Shane." Mitchie stated, biting down hard on his shoulder and throwing him a wicked grin. "Nobody says I can't leave my mark on you." She sucked hard, her teeth occasionally grazing his skin, pulling back satisfied when the red mark remained on his shoulder.

Shane moaned throatily, "You have no idea what you do to me Mitch."

"Oh I think I do." Mitchie smirked, her gaze flickering down to his swollen crotch area. "It's really not a good idea to wear such tight jeans." She said, her face the perfect mask of innocence.

Shane growled and dropped Mitchie to the floor, almost tearing her skirt in a haste to get it off. The aching for her got worse as he observed Mitchie, standing there with only her panties and a pair of black heels on. He stalked forward but Mitchie laughed and dodged out of his way, her heels clattering against the floor. "Mitch, please just get on the bed." He groaned. Mitchie rolled her eyes and kicked off her heels before lying down on the bed, a smirk on her full lips. She beckoned to him, her eyes full of lust and Shane couldn't come quickly enough as he clambered onto the bed to meet her almost naked form. He crawled on top of her, straddling her waist, so his harness was once against pressing down on her core. Mitchie's lips curved into a devious smile as she raised her hips, grinding into him. They both let out a moan at the contact and Shane quickly flipped them over. Shane looped a finger around her panties and drew them slowly down her legs, exposing how wet she was for him.

This time it was Mitchie who flipped them over, her devilish smirk causing Shane to go crazy. Shane wasted no time in sliding a finger inside Mitchie and pumping it hard. Mitchie bit back a scream of pleasure while her hips bucked against Shane's finger. He added another finger and Mitchie couldn't stop a scream from erupting from her mouth. Shane took pleasure in knowing it was only him who could get Mitchie so aroused.

"Get your fucking jeans off Shane. I need you inside me." Mitchie hissed as Shane pulled his fingers out of her. He smirked and repositioned himself, wincing slightly. Mitchie's gaze traveled down his legs to the big bulge in his pants, "Hurry." She ordered.

Shane fumbled with his belt, finally unclasping it and slinging it to the floor. Mitchie helped his pull off his jeans and his boxers until they were both completely naked. Shane repositioned himself again and gave Mitchie one last smirk before he slid into her.

Mitchie thought back to what her and Shane had just done and her cheeks burnt red. She couldn't help herself, when he touched her a fire burnt inside her that was unstoppable. How could something so wrong feel so right? She didn't want it to be that way, she didn't want to be a cheater but it was the way it had to be. They couldn't be together for real yet they needed to be together-this was the only way. But Mitchie had to admit that she lived for the moments when they were alone, making love. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before. Mitchie suppressed a sigh and leant down, pressing a soft kiss to Shane's lips. "I love you." She whispered to the sleeping boy, before putting her clothes back on and shutting the cabin door behind her, tears streaming down her face.

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