A\N: I am either the first or second person to write this pairing. It depends on whether the author of Just a Hug intended romance or freindship. However, it is certianly an unusual pairing and cute couple, so enjoy!

LILY

I don't like girls.

I mean, I didn't even look when Casey found online porn. I thought it was gross and laughed at Casey being bright red. So I don't like girls. I like guys.

So why haven't I said anything?

God knows RJ would pitch a fit if he knew about this. He'd be even worse if he knew how this started. Casey and Theo...well, they'd either be grossed out or kill her. Honestly, I'm not sure killing her is a bad idea. I would kill her, if I could. I'm not sure why I can't, though.

"Someone's thinking too much."

I feel her sit next to me, wrap me in her arms, and I pull away, because I'm not that easy. I might let her do this, but I'm not hers. I'm not anyone's. I don't want to be someone's, I want to be free. She just tangles one hand in my hair, kissing my cheek. "What is it, princess?"

"I'm not your princess." I tell her, my voice a low whisper. I could scream at her. I should. Then RJ would wake up. So would the boys. They'd save me from her, wouldn't they? But they'd see that part of me...part of me wants to be in her arms. Part of me wants this seduction, wants to feel her lips on mine, her skin on mine. And...and would they save me, if they saw?

Do I even want to be saved?

"Not this again." She sighs, smiling in the darkness. "I thought we dealt with this last night. And the night before that. And that. And pretty much ever since this started."

"We don't deal with it. You just tell me you love me and then kiss me until I don't know what I want." I tell her.

She kisses my neck, and I nearly moan aloud. She's really good at this stuff. Of course, she's had more practice than me. "Just let me kiss you, then." She says playfully.

I laugh a little, and she brushes her lips against mine. I do moan this time. She laughs softly, quiet chuckles that are almost musical. "I wish I could have pleased all my lovers so easily."

I kiss her, a little more intensely, slipping my toung in her mouth. She moans too, exploring my mouth much more deftly. Her hands stroke my back, a gentleness in them no one but me would think possible. I sigh with pleasure, letting my lips slide down to her neck. She's so soft. Soft and curved. It's wonderful.

She pushes me down, and for a second a flash of fear spills through me. What does she want? She raises an eyebrow, hardly visible in the darkness. "Don't trust me, cub?" She whispers huskily.

"No." The whisper is as bad as hers, filled with longing and need. The need of the cheetah for her mate. The mate in question leans down, her body just brushing mine.

"You shouldn't." She whispers, then kisses me again.

I sense her jolt of surprise first. I stop moving, slightly worried that I've hurt her somehow. Then she tilts her head, listening a little more intently.

Theo turns over, mumbling about a zoo. She sighs, then strokes my chest, so quickly and sensually I actually gasp. She smiles and stands. "Tomorrow, Cheetah." She says. "If you live that long."

Then Camille takes off, the same way she did after that first kiss.

I sigh, flopping down. One kiss. One stupid kiss, both of us drunk on exhaustion and lust, and now...

Now my whole world is upside-down.