A/N: So majority vote, I will continue this as a story. I never thought about Kimi and Tommy until recently. This shall be interesting. Anyhoo, I must warn that this story will be quite suggestive. I am a...push the boundary type of writer that enjoys sin to put things lightly. I take the fantasies I had as a child and put them into words. (Yes, I was that weird kid that thought of everything in a twisted way. Sue me) So, if sexually suggestive themes, underage drinking, and language is not your thing, the back button is clickable. I get tired of reading PM's from pissed off teenagers. -_- I tried to write a 'normal' story but it was so ironic because people actually wanted to read what I am known for and not the typical run of the mill high school love story. So expect drama, sex, language, sex, mental issues, sex, sex, and a lot more of that jazz. However, this is rated 'T' so I will only hint since I am taking a break from the 'M' section. Anyhoo, love you kittens (Yes, Boris, you are a kitten) and you all make me smile so brightly. I shall update my other fanfictions as well so expect PLENTY of updates.

Also, my very own published book will be out in...*drum roll* late December! I shall give you all more concrete details when my editor and manager give me the green light. So exciting! And as usual, thank you for enjoying my twisted, dark fantasies. This wouldn't be a SensuallyPassionate original if there was none of that no would there. -SP

Chapter theme song: 'Dance Without You' by: Skylar Grey

I grinded my hips against his pelvis, wrapping my arms around his neck as he thrust towards me. He spun me around, gripping my hair as a slender hand snaked around my waist. He pulled me close, so close I could feel him harden. I ran my hands across the back of his neck, winding my hips, biting my lips, breaking into a Chinese split only to have him lift me back to my feet with one hand. A small lift, another switch in position, this time our lips practically touching again with every breath taken. I watched him pull back, gliding me with him to pull me atop of his chiseled frame. Reaching up, I let out a silent cry, pulling down to massage his firm chest as he moved upwards. I did another split, this time against his loins. A low growl, then a soft moan escaped our lips until he moved to transition himself on top. That's when things got interesting.

"Stop the music."

Silence, the heavy pants from my dance partner, Jeremy intermingled with mine as we rose to our feet. Our dance instructor, Madam Rogue, bit onto her thing pencil, gnawing lightly. She slid down her small reading glasses to scan over a few papers on her clipboard before her assistant, Sophie, whispered something into her ear. A small twitch in the right corner of her mouth, nose turned up in disgust before she swatted the blonde away.

"Take five." She barked, snapping at both Jeremy and I. "Except you two, come here."

I grabbed my towel resting on the edge of the stage, slipping on my socks before meeting her at her throne. Madam Rouge insisted she get a custom made chair to complete her…"vision" for what art truly embodied. As much as I thought she was full of herself and the most conceited person I have ever met, Madam Rogue was North America's leading dance instructor for a reason. She trained Alexandria Blachovich, a Russian-American ballet superstar, and was the personal dance instructor for Eileen Tosh, one of the top-paid contemporary dancers in the world. Madam Rogue is a middle-aged, Czech woman with a thick accent, a thin veil of patience, and an even less tolerance for anything less than perfection. She brought her Western discipline with the Eastern culture and made her dance company, Moulin Rouge, one of the most sought out dance companies throughout the nation. I was chosen to be a temporary apprentice for her company until the end of the season. Somewhere along the lines, Madam Rogue saw one of my mall performances and saw potential.

"Madam Rogue."

"Finster, Kimi." I nodded. "You are very athletic, acrobatic, and exude…sex appeal that would allude to younger and more progressive audiences."

"Thank you, Madam, I…"

"Was not finished." She interrupted. She pierced her lips, taking in a sharp breath. "As much raw talent as you do have, Kimi, raw talent is much like an unrefined diamond…pointless."

I grew silent, lowering my head. "I apologize."

"You need structure, discipline, a more stern technique, and less…provocative dance methods."

"With all due respect, Madam, Kimi was just doing the routine I showed her." Jeremy came to my aid, flashing a small smile. He was another apprentice one of Madam Rouge's associates, Colleen, had swooped up during one of their rare open auditions. I silent glare, a sharp inhale.

"Last name?"

"Collins, ma'am."

"Who recruited you?"

"Lena, Madam."

Madam Rogue flipped through her clipboard before tossing it behind her. She gave a small, vindictive smile. "Who created this routine?"

"I did…"

"It shows." She removed her reading classes, folding them quietly before placing them in her designer covering in her handbag. She called out to Sophie, signaling for her to bring her some lemon tea with a zest of orange and basil. She remained silent for a short while, turning to take her place at her cushioned, custom chair. Dottily, Sophie came with the finest set of china she could find and a small glass tray with an assortment of small cookies and cakes with Madam Rogue's tea. With another flick of the wrist, Sophie was dismissed. "Your service here is no longer needed, Jeremy Collins."

"Madam…" he tried to speak.

"You may collect your things and your stipend on your way out." She sipped her tea. "I will speak with Lena on her taste in applicants."

Jeremy grew mute, glancing at me wearily before bushing past me; mumbling something under his breath. I was so caught up in all that had happened that I forgot to breathe myself. I looked at Madam Rogue, eyes lowered, biting my bottom lip as I winced. I was just waiting for her to kick me out along with him. "Finster!"

Her sharp voice pierced my skull. "Madam."

"As for you, I see what I can mold you into if you decide to take this apprenticeship seriously."

"I do."

"Then show me."

"Madam Rouge, I promise I won't let you down."

She sighed, nibbling into a lemon bar. "I was not finished, child." She shook her head. "This is not Flashdance. Keep to my techniques and training and you will go far. Dismissed."

I saw that familiar bed of purple hair in the very back row of the auditorium. I had to keep myself from smiling widely, my heart feeling as if it would jump out of my chest. Since that night, things have been awkward and it was mainly my fault. I have not spoken to Tommy in two weeks and it was partially my busy dance schedule, Madam Rouge wanting eight hour practices every day for the next two months and it finally having its toll on my body. I was getting blisters, muscle spasms, and migraines on the daily basis. I had no time for my own family, let alone Tommy Pickles. But the other reason to me avoiding him was the embarrassment I felt from having him see me so…vulnerable.

Tommy is a notorious womanizer and has no shame in admitting his dishonorable ways. He makes it a hobby to distort the minds and bodies of women, playing with their hearts before conquering their minds into ultimately stroking their needy temples. I was a virgin…emphasis on the virgin. Tommy was my first and as much as I told myself that I made the biggest mistake of my life by allowing him the divine honor of claiming the ownership of my purity, I knew Tommy was harmless…at least towards me. We were drunk, I was actually, and I was feeling the effects of alcohol and broken-heart syndrome simultaneously. Tommy had been gentleman enough to come get me from a club I frequent after I had a little too much to drink. From what he tells me, I was ready to start a fight with the bouncer and the women at the table that had slept with my ex. I had called Lillian to come join me for body shots with a few Middle-Eastern escorts, who then called Chuckie to come get me before I was date raped, who called Tommy to go in his place since he was on the expressway headed to Ohio to see Angelica.

It was thunder storming that night from what I can remember and it was a flood advisory that warned against driving in the intense rainfall. That's when Tommy rented a room at a hotel where he knew management exceedingly well and forced me to try and sleep my drunken silliness off before morning. I don't know how a camcorder came into play, but all I remember before I blacked out was feeling so hot and bothered that the fabric of my jeans and t-shirt was beginning to do things to me I only thought a man could do. Tommy tells me I initiated the kiss but if I know Tommy the way I think I know him, I know he did not fight it either. Tommy and I have had fluctuating feelings for each other since middle-school. One minute he liked me but I was head over heels in love with another boy and the next I would like him but he was chasing skirts at a fraternity party. Our little game of cat and mouse just became too exhausting.

I packed my jeans, jacket, and t-shirt in my dance bag before pulling out my French braid. I ran a single hand through my wavy tendrils and allowed them to frame my picturesque face. A thin layer of peach gloss and my gym shoes, I bid Madam Rouge farewell for the evening and headed towards the parking lot. Tommy didn't say anything as I approached him slouched in him seat, texting some female more than likely. He hid is boredom underneath his Wayfarer shades and ear buds. I walked right past him to open the back door.

"Well, hello to you too, Kimi." He called out to me, laughing lightly. I heard him scurry to his feet to chase after me. I rolled my eyes, fighting back another smile.

"How did you know I would be here?"

"You're always here." He smiled, grabbing my hand. "I haven't seen you in a while."

"Been busy." I brushed him off, turning to walk towards the bus stop. I sat on the bench, digging through the front pocket of my bag to grab my music player. I felt him sit next to me.

"That's why I came here, to hopefully see you."

"You didn't have to, Tommy."

"I wanted to." He retorted, grabbing my bag from off the dirty concrete sidewalk to head towards his car. "I'm parked over here."

I sat at the bus stop for a few moments hoping he would return with my bag and a warm smile, telling me it was all a joke and he had some girl he was late for. But after he honked his horn loudly a few times, beginning to blare the sounds of Daft Punk's Get Lucky, I knew he was serious. I let out a low sigh. How appropriate.

I entered the passenger side of his 2001 Camaro, inhaling the aroma of stale sex, French fries, and cherry air freshener. He put the car in drive and sped off towards the freeway. "You've been avoiding me, Kimi Finster."

I shook myself out of my trance, enjoying the music before I looked at him questioningly. "I have been busy."

"Too busy to answer a text message."

"My phone was off for a few days." I lied. He shook his lead lightly, keeping his eyes on the road. He didn't say anything after a while so I went back to listening to the radio. There was an eerie feeling I had that I could not shake. I glanced his way, looking out the corner of my eyes to see him looking more stern than usual. I let out a low sigh. "Thanks for coming to get me. You saved me an hour long bus ride."

He didn't say anything this time, just nodding before making a violent right turn into a merging lane. It was quiet again. I decided to cut the tension short by looking out the window and watching the motions go by. I could smell the faintness of fresh rain approaching and I was even more grateful that Tommy had surprised me at my studio. I hated walking in the rain, especially in sheer stockings and a form fitting leotard. I glanced back over at him, he still looking unusually stoic. I decided not to bite this time.

"You hungry?" he asked after some time. I shot him a look.

"No, I'm okay."

He cut his eyes at me, saying something under his breath before turning into a drive-thru of some Mexican restaurant. "Kimi, you're avoiding me."

"I told you…"

"A bunch of bullshit." He finished. He inched up closer to the window, slamming back into his seat before putting his car in neutral. "I knew this would happen."

"What?"

"You have feelings for me."

I coughed loudly, almost unsure if I could catch my breath. I steadied my breathing. "E-excuse me?"

"You have feelings for me." He repeated, sighing. "I knew we should not have done it."

I felt my face grow red in anger, my fists clinching together into tiny fists ready to pound away at his big head. I was in no way, falling for Tommy Pickles! It was just sex…awkward sex at best. I give credit when credit is due and yes, Tommy Pickles lives up to his infamous reputation; but it was not the same as if I were another one of his random hookups. I was one of his best-friend, which happens to make me technically family since he slept with the sister of his best-friend he considers a second brother, my brother-Chuckie Finster. If Chuckie found out I slept with Tommy, a repeat of 6th grade's Halloween fiasco would most certainly repeat itself and I was in no mood to break up a lifelong friendship.

"First off, I am not in love with you. Get over yourself!"

"Who said love?" he quipped, grinning. He pulled up further to the drive-thru window.

"You did!"

He shook his head, chuckling. "No, I said you have feelings for me. You re the one the brought up love."

I burned with rage, resisting the urge to wipe that smug grin off his perfectly shaped face. God how that man infuriated me. I sucked in a breath, slamming back against my seat in frustration. "Whatever! Just know I have no feelings for you, at...all." I felt the need to stress the last few words to make my point crystal.

Tommy kept grinning, turning his back once he reached the intercom system of the drive-thru. He ordered one of those cinnamon rice milk drinks and a steak quesadilla with chips and salsa. I ignored him the rest of the way up to the window. I felt his gaze intensify against me; those pearly white teeth of his flashing effortlessly as those kissable lips formed a small smile. I watched as he slowly unbuckled his seat belt, leaning over to play with the small gold stud in my ear.

"Someone is upset."

"Shut up, Tommy."

"Then tell me why you have been avoiding me, Kimi."

"Maybe I feel a little bit embarrassed, alright?" I finally admitted. I was getting tired of holding it in and his interrogation was only making me even more pissed off at myself. I purposely avoided replying to Tommy's messages, declining his invites to hang out, and forwarded his phone calls because I was just not ready to come to terms that I had sex with one of my best friends. If it was Phil, we would have vowed to never speak about it again; blaming it on the alcohol or anything else for that matter. It was just my luck that it had to be Tommy, the only man aside from Adam that I actually ever thought I could love.

I did not know if I loved Tommy at one point. He and I always hinted towards our feelings for each other but never acted on anything out of fear of Chuckie fighting Tommy and/or ruining our friendship. I rather we would have tried dating than us having sex. I was a virgin, making it even more difficult. I was not the typical virgin that was clingy, overprotective, and downright stalker category worthy. No, I was that virgin that waited for the right man and the right time. Did I think it was Tommy Pickles, I am still not so sure; but if it would have been anyone, I was glad it was him. I just did not know my feelings on the situation. I was more so stuck on the fact that he saw me naked; touched and kissed me places no man has ever seen before. How am I supposed to sleep at night knowing that I possibly opened Pandora's box?

"What do you mean?"

I grew still for a moment, closing my eyes to take in a deep breath. "Tommy, I was a virgin. You are a renowned player. Aside from the obvious, we are best friends and my brother is more like a brother to you as well. This could only get messy."

He drew in a small breath, kissing my cheek. "Kimi, if you are afraid of Chuckie finding out, he won't. Besides, he used to date my cousin! Lord only knows what those two did."

I watched him cringe at the very thought. I smiled. "Even so, you seen me the way no one has ever seen me before. It just felt awkward seeing you so soon."

"Kimi..." He was cut short with the loud honk of the car behind him. It was his turn to drive up towards the window. He paused to remove his wallet and retrieve a solid twenty dollar bill before giving it to an acne-ridden sixteen year old with large, red oval glasses. The boy tried to be somewhat flirtatious with me, offering me free guacamole and chips in exchange for my number but Tommy grew defensive and brushed him off quite rudely after getting his food. I laughed.

"Someone is jealous."

"No, I'm not." he spat, guiding into a parking space in the lot. He handed me the greasy bag. "Here."

"What's this for?"

"For you. I know how much you like steak quesadillas so I got you one."

I rolled my eyes, smiling as I opened the bag to take a small bite. "Thank you."

He sipped his drink. "But just to let you know, I never want to hurt you Kimi. That's why I don't want you to catch feelings for me." He grew eerily quiet. "I'm no good."

"Tommy, I don't have feelings for you. It was just sex, great sex actually, but sex nonetheless. I just don't know what to feel right now. I'm so mixed emotional."

I watched Tommy put his drink in the cup holder, leaning back his seat. "It was great sex, huh?"

I playfully slapped his chest, throwing a chip his way. He caught my wrist, pulling me closer to his athletic frame before planting a small kiss upon my lips. I instantly grew drunk off his expertly skilled tongue, craving more. My body reacted in an unfamiliar familiar way; similar to the night he and I made love for the first time. My mind went blank, my heart racing, my pulse increasing. I did the first thing I could think of.

"Tommy, stop. What are you doing?"

"Kissing you." He said matter-of-factly, pressing his lips against mine before placing his hands within my thick hair. I let out a low moan, he pulling away. "That okay?"

"I just tell you I am a ball of mixed emotions and you kiss me?"

He blinked. "Kimi, you're thinking too much into this. You and I both know this is strictly a friendship and what we did that night, was something special but like you said, it was just sex...great sex."

"But, Tommy..."

"Relax, Kimi." His voice grew lower, his lips pressed against my neck this time. "I won't hurt you...I promise."

"But..."

"Just stop thinking about it." he finally pulled away, looking me into my eyes with genuine sincerity. "I miss hanging out with you, talking to you, being around you. You are more than a friend to me, Kimi and I want you to know that."

I wanted to ask him what did he exactly mean by me being more than a friend, but decided against it. Maybe Tommy was right. Maybe I was thinking way into this and I was overreacting. Tommy and I are both adults and it was consensual. We may have crossed over the boundaries of a normal friendship but we could choose to come back at any time, right? I mean, we both know that we have no feelings towards each other and the sex was just sex...great sex actually. Is there anything wrong with that? A girl has needs to and who am I to deny myself, right?

I turned off all my thoughts and acted on sudden impulse, kissing Tommy before straddling over the gearshift into his lap. A small twinkle sparked within his eyes before he returned the favor. "Your food will get cold if you keep this up."

"But I don't like eating and you aren't going to eat anything with me. You aren't even hungry."

"Who said that?"

"You didn't order anything for yourself except that drink."

"But who said I wasn't hungry."

I laughed. "I don't share steak quesadillas. No, sir. I have to strong of an addiction to even break you off a corner."

He chuckled a low, sensuous rumble before nipping at my ear lobe. I felt his hands gently slide alongside the sheer material of my nude stockings before resting at the heart of my womanly charm. I let out a low gasp of air before being engulfed by yet another deep, passionate kiss. This time, it was me who was flipped over and devoured. Tommy had let his seat back as far as it would go before gently placing himself atop of me. His hands danced against my rib cage, his lips caressing my delicate skin as his fingers worked their magic on the lace of my leotard. I felt his lustful words ricochet against a tsunami wave of emotions; my cheeks flushed as he explored my body against my will.

He never said he wanted me to share my quesadilla...