A/N: It's break. I was bored. I felt like writing. BTW, if you know BOTH of the songs that are refrenced I will give you a cookie.
Disclaimer: blah blah blah...
"SEATTLE?!"
Mitchie looked down into the clear water of the lake, drifting her toes across the surface, willing the tears not to fall.
"She's making you go to SEATTLE, MITCHIE?!" Shane Grey stared as his girlfriend, in dismay as she broke the news to him.
"She needs help with this catering job, Shane. This could be a big break for her." Mitchie said looking into Shane's heartbroken eyes. Shane ran his hands through his hair, clearly frustrated and angry.
"I just got off from tour, Mitch. Literally, yesterday. And you have to leave tomorrow?! THIS ISN'T FUCKING FAIR." Shane kicked the lake water, probably startling a few fish under the surface. Mitchie scooted closer to Shane, resting her head against his broad shoulder sighing.
"I wish I could stay, Shane. But my mom needs me now more than ever." Shane looked up into Mitchie's bright eyes, and knew she was right. "I'm not happy that you're going. I'm not stopping you. I'm just upset." Mitchie nodded. "I had this whole scenario, of when I got off of tour, you'd be here like you said you would be, and I would finally get to hold you again. But instead I get the news that you're leaving me to add another month to this agonizing pain." Mitchie blinked, innocently.
"Pain?"
"Yes. Pain."
Mitchie tilted her head to the side in confusion. Shane let out a deep breath.
"I haven't seen you in nine months, Mitch. And in those nine months all I've wanted to do is hold you. Seeing you now in the flesh is taking all my will power to not have my way with you, right here on the dock. I miss you so much, Mitch, that it hurts." Mitchie blinked again and then smirked up at him.
"Why don't you do it?"
Shane looked down at her, perplexed.
"Do what?"
"You said you wanted to have your way with me. Why haven't you done it yet?" Shane stared at Mitchie with his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. He was used to Mitchie being innocent, naïve, and shy and quiet. He was definitely not expecting his innocent little Mitchie to basically say, "Deflower me on the dock. Right now."
"What?" Mitchie asked, accusingly.
"You've never been this…well…forward since…ever."
"Am I making you nervous?" Mitchie whispered into his ear enticingly, making the small hairs on the back of Shane's neck stand on end.
"I thought you wanted to wait." Shane said picking Mitchie off the dock and placing her on his lap, so he could see her easily.
"I won't see you for another month, and I don't think I can wait that long." Shane smirked and kissed her shoulder, and then moved farther up to her neck. "I won't be seventeen forever and there's no one here. We can get away with this." She looked into his eyes, which were now currently hazy with lust, or hormones. Either one works.
Mitchie giggled as Shane picked her up off the dock and started carrying her to their cabin. "I'm going to tear your ass up like we just got married, Mitchie Torres."
Mitchie giggled again and breathed into his ear, "I'm all yours now."