Author's Notes: I do not own Kyle XY and make not a single penny from any of this writing regarding Kyle XY.

Now, that said, this ongoing chapter saga will be filled with random Amanda fiction, in the vein of Alexander Ripley's Unsaid, which is a wonderfully demented love tale dedicated to Jessi with little regard to anyone else in the Kyle XY world. Like Unsaid, the chapters will be individual stories, or aptly named ficlets. They will be completely unrelated to each other and will not all be about love and romance. Hence I have marked this as general, and as rated T.

And to those who are (im)patiently waiting for my other stories, I am actually working on them. In fact, the zombie one keeps trying to kill the main characters and I as the writer refuse to do it so I continue on, as that fic is a tale of the survival of the human race, not its destruction by zombie gods. Hmm, interesting thought, but I digress. Enjoy!

PS. I encourage other authors to band together and write such fics for other characters, like Declan, Hillary, every member of the Trager household, even Foss, Carol, and Emily. Heck, why not? Even Cassidy! The Kyle XY world is ripe for reaping! It is an absolute shame that it was ever cancelled.

Try to guess which of my stories this was inspired from. It should be easy.

Amanda thought herself as a calm, collected sort of girl. She was generally nice and sweet to everyone, even though on occasion certain people got to her and brought out her less desirable side. Even her mother was capable of bringing the dark side out of her but the main person of late was not Jessi, her long time rival for Kyle's affections, no.

It was Kyle, surprisingly, her boyfriend Kyle.

Her fiancé, Kyle.

Her soon to be husband, Kyle.

In fact, Jessi was pretty much her best friend now, and although Jessi had told her everything about her past and Kyle's, Kyle had barely scratched the surface in telling her his secrets. Not that they were secrets anymore of course. Whenever she broached the subject, his eyebrows bunched together and he mumbled something or other and turned the topic around on its head in such a way that she barely even noticed. He had a silver tongue, that man.

She still noticed though, and it was starting to bug her. They were getting married in a week's time!

Amanda was a patient girl – no! woman – who loved her man dearly. She had fought for him and won, not only the man himself, but also the respect from her rival.

Jessi's most pressing secret was not her vast abilities or her brain in general; it was her heart. Jessi wanted love and affection, love and acceptance. Sure, she was competitive and had a mean streak, if you let it fester. With simple acceptance and love though, Jessi was even tamer than Kyle these days. Romance between her and Jessi was out of the question of course, since she loved Kyle exclusively, but she and Jessi were practically sisters.

Thinking back to how things used to be, it was an absolute marvel. She smiled broadly, despite the anger she felt.

And yet her smile faded when she welcomed Kyle into their little apartment. There would be no hellos or hugs or kisses until he answered her questions. "And where have you been?"

His brow was bunched up in such a way that made his eyes look like a puppy's, a look that had worked numerous times on her before but somehow wouldn't work tonight.

"Well?" She planted her fists on her hips, hips that should have been luring at least a glance since she was wearing the tiniest pair of panties she owned and a tight tank top besides.

He kept his gaze entirely on her eyes and smiled half heartedly, she knew. She was certain he wanted to frown. "I am so close to finding a cure for diabetes I thought that if I could just work on it for a few extra hours—"

"A few?" A thin smile appeared on her face.

He smiled sheepishly, unable to speak.

"How many hours has it been since you last saw me Kyle?"

There was no hesitation, as she expected. "Thirty-eight hours, twenty-one minutes and ten seconds."

"Do you know why I'm," she paused for effect, "angry?"

He nodded, again like a puppy who knew very well that he'd done something wrong.

Her right foot started tapping on the cold tile, making a surprisingly loud noise thanks to her pink house slippers. "I need you to tell me."

Kyle sighed. "It's because I never called you."

"Or texted, or e-mailed," she said, enumerating each on her long fingers, "or asked anyone else to contact me on your behalf!"

"I'm really sorry Amanda," Kyle started.

"Kyle! I actually thought you might have been kidnapped or hurt in some way!" She expressly avoided mentioning Latnok. When she yelled her voice often turned shrill but she controlled it tonight. She said, now much more subdued, the fire draining from her, "I thought you were dead in a ditch." She didn't tell him Jessi had confirmed he was still very much alive and well. Like a scorned puppy or a child who has done wrong, Kyle took the few steps toward her and asked forgiveness with a loving and accepting hug. Tears had appeared at his eyes but he held them in check, likely not wanting to make her cry too. She always cried when he did, especially while watching their favorite sappy romantic movies.

She wrapped her arms around him for a change, and held him while he worked out his issues. "I love you, Kyle, you know that."

"I do, and I love you Amanda." He half heartedly tried to pull away but let himself stay safe in her arms. "I love you so much."

She took the initiative, the opportunity that presented itself, realizing it probably wouldn't work. She started to shuffle backwards toward her bedroom. Now that their wedding was a week away, she thought she was entitled to a little exploration. No sex of course, just a little fun. Besides, just being near Kyle seemed to ignite her blood. In a really good way, she thought with a really huge grin.

As they inched closer to her bedroom, kissing all the while, she felt him slowly tense up, starting with his shoulders and his jaw. Again, she thought. They reached the door and she opened it with a swift back kick, if perhaps a little gentle if an enemy had been on the receiving end. She'd struck it just right though; it opened the entire way and didn't crash loudly into the closet's sliding doors. She moaned between kisses; it took all her will to not just say what actually came to her mind, which even she thought was a little crude.

"Sleep with me in this bed tonight, please?" she murmured between kisses. She knew her kisses affected him, could see it in his eyes, in his lips, and could even feel it. There was no doubt he enjoyed her feminine company. Which was exactly the reason she was somewhat miffed – okay, nearly outright pissed off – that he didn't try to look at her hips, or her chest, or try to grab at her little night clothes like just about any other guy on the planet.

But then Kyle was special. He cared about her faith and had even become a practicing catholic himself. At first she'd been very much interested in keeping to the letter of abstinence before marriage, which of course meant no sex. She didn't need sex now, but she wanted to cuddle and snuggle and perhaps let herself get tempted to have sex. Just a little.

When he reluctantly got into bed and she'd taken off all of his clothes save for his underwear, she thought she'd finally won him over. She even saw him steal a little glance at her chest. She smiled at him sweetly as she lay beside him in her bed. At her mother's insistence – and his – they had separate bedrooms. Once they were married of course, his bedroom would change to a computer room or something. Maybe even a medical lab, she sometimes thought.

She kissed and pressed herself against him, her hand on his belly, where his belly button would have been. She was already tempted to let her hand go lower but she resisted. She wasn't so forward as that, at least not yet.

She continued her kisses, closing her eyes, really getting into it. She felt him relax and had visions of a long sensual make out session. She kissed him repeatedly, fervently, urgently.

She opened her eyes. Of course! she thought.

Kyle was asleep, his lips puckered up. She looked very closely at his lips and kissed him, a little to the right. His head, his lips, even asleep, turned and kissed her back.

She sighed, feeling her building frustration drain away. Hey, at least he was kissing her back. She could live with that for tonight.

Kissing him one more time, and having him kiss her back once more, probably ensured they wouldn't be having actual sex tonight. She sighed again and kissed him harder, trying to wake him. After many seconds, and even a few nibbles of his lips, he didn't even stir.

He was completely sound asleep. It was remarkable that he could sleep and make out at the same time though, but here it was, even if he was unconscious. She kissed where his belly button should be and wondered aloud, in a whisper, "Should I continue?"

Unbidden, a reply was uttered from Kyle's lips, "Yep." The p popped as his lips resumed their puckered stance.

"Okay," she said with a bright smile. She returned to his lips and kissed him – and more importantly had him kissing back – for three and three quarter hours.

It had been, so far, the most satisfying make-out session with Kyle ever. Forget that, the most satisfying make-out session ever.

"Good night Kyle," she whispered as she rolled off him, still clothed in her tiny panties and tight tank top.

"Good night Amanda," Kyle's puckered lips said, before softening to a huge grin. She guessed he'd been having a good dream and she'd been the cause.

Now at least, her thoughts might be finally be able to return to the business of the wedding and not of temptation. Before her eyes closed though, she briefly wondered how it would be when they actually did it.

Her eyes fluttered shut but her dreams continued. It had been a thought made in vain because by the time she woke up, the all too familiar feeling of temptation in her gut, or more precisely, near her gut, was still present.

She sighed heavily and got on with her day, letting him sleep.