The reunion
They had not seen each other for years. They both made it up to be due to busy schedules and living on opposing coasts. While that was true, it wasn't the whole story. In reality, she didn't trust herself around him. Every single time they had seen each other since the show was over, whether they were single or not, she had caught herself drooling over him. She wanted to run her hands through his blond hair, she wanted to have him do things to her that would make her blush if she was to say them out loud. It was better, safer, easier to stay away.

She had moved to New York for college when the show was over. After graduating, she had stayed. She missed her family terribly, but there were things keeping her there. She had been engaged. He knew this, but he wasn't sure if she knew that he did. He had followed her love life through gossip sites for years. He had been insanely jealous of her now ex-fiancee even though they had never met. Surprisingly little was mentioned about the break-up in the press.

He was usually cocky, self-assured. He had had several girlfriends throughout the last few years, and he knew he was considered hot. The press generally referred to him as some sort of sex god, a testament that he was doing something right (but may be picking the wrong girls, as they all seemed way to willing to talk about his bedroom skills to the press). Yet, she was a different ball game. She made him nervous, unsure, second guessing himself. She always seemed immune to his charm. Sometimes he had wondered if his infatuation with her was because he couldn't have her. But he knew that that was not it. If he would have her once, he would never let her go. There was no way he would ever grow tired of her. He had pursued her back then. Maybe not in a straight forward, 'let's date' type way. But he thought it was obvious that he was attracted to her, hell, probably even in love with her. She always played the innocence card, pretending not to see the flirting and his advances as anything more than friendly interactions. He wasn't sure whether she was playing dumb or not, but he was really good friends with Raini too, and he never flirted with her. She MUST have known that there was a difference. Everyone else and their mother did.

She was in town for a family function and was to fly back the next morning. Coincidently, the others were for once all in town as well. They were meeting up for a night of drinks and reminiscing, something they used to do for the first few years but had not done in ages.

He observed her from afar, memories flooding over him. She was as pretty as when he had met her 10 years ago. Scratch that, she was prettier. Same long, brown hair, same amazing eyes but the innocence and naivety was gone. She was no longer a little girl, she was a stunning and incredibly sexy woman. He noticed several men (some teenage boys, some old enough to be her father) checking her out, unbeknownst to her. He caught himself feeling some irrational jealousy surface and had to block the mental image of punching the hipster waiter who lingered just a little too long. He had always felt protective of her. Some people misinterpreted it as a brotherly love. That was far from the truth, he was protective of her because she, at least in his mind, was his.

He slowly approached her, sneaking up behind her, leaning his hands on the table on each side of her body, caging her in and catching a nose full of her unforgettable scent as he whispered into her ear. Hello stranger. She quickly turned around, not scared but rather, intrigued. She stood up, pressing her back against his body in the process. Her face, now mere inches away from his, lit up and she embraced him, making him horny on the spot and he was cursing at himself for acting like the hormonal teenage boy he had been when they first met. The teenage part was long gone, but apparently she had the same affect on his hormones now as she did back then as he felt his dick twitching and his pants getting tighter. 'Let's get a drink', she smiled. 'Nothing too fruity', he smiled back.

A few drinks later, still waiting for Raini and Calum, the conversation was flowing and it was as if no time had passed. The topic drifted into past dates, both of them laughing at the memory of Ross punching one of her ex boyfriends in the face after he had cheated on her. 'Thank god you didn't sleep with that douche bag', he laughed. 'Yeah', she answered. 'But if i had, he probably wouldn't have cheated on me. I guess I was kind of a goody-two-shoes back then'...her voice trailed off, lost in memories. 'Was?' He smirked at her. 'Well, I was young and naive and I truly thought I was going to wait until I was married. And then, after a week of college I lost it to some random guy that I can hardly remember at a party after a few too many drinks.'He looked at her with wide eyes. 'Laura! Do you honestly believe for one second that I will fall for that? There is no way that you don't remember the first guy you ever slept with'. She blushed slightly. He was delighted to see that that had not changed. 'You got me', she said and he felt as if she was hiding something. He was about to let it go, as it obviously made her uncomfortable, when she whispered something he couldn't hear. 'What was that?' he said. ''Ross', she said. 'What?' He was confused. 'His name was Ross', she said, slightly louder now. 'That was the only thing that was memorable about him and quite honestly probably the only reason i slept with him. He reminded me of you'. Her eyes met his, hers slightly embarrassed and his in shock that she would admit something like that to him. He suddenly felt nervous but excited about where the night was heading.