Feelings In The Night

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Rated M due to alluding to adult scenes, and well lemons(and limes)

/+-|-+\Fabian's Secret Attic/+-|-+\

Fabian was fallowing Nina up to the attic, but it wasn't like any other night when that they were searching for clues around Anubis House. Nina had made it overly clear that they needed to be quite, and she was wearing a nightie similar to the one Amber wore*, It resembled a flannel like shirt that reached the edge of her finger tips, the only difference was that it wasn't pink. It was odd to see her wearing–and not her style–also he didn't think that they where looking for clues. As the two made their way into the attic, Fabian saw that it wasn't the normal attic, more like a secluded bed room. There were a few lit candles and a comfy looking bed.

"What happened to the attic?" asked Fabian, his voice above a whisper.

"Shh," replied Nina, with a smile. Before Fabian could ask another question, he found Nina's mouth on his. It started simple, but it grew intense, quickly. It was like she was filling his senses; he could taste sugary strawberries from her lips, he felt her skin against his as she worked his shirt off, he was happily breathing in the sweet smell of her shampoo, he knew that if he opened his eyes he'd see nothing but her, and the soft sound of her breathing was all he could hear. The sensation was almost to much to bare, he could feel himself getting harder by the moment. He didn't want her to realize that she was making him so hard.

"It's ok," she whispered into his ear, as she pulled her shirt off. He just kind of looked at her, not knowing how to react, "It's okay for you to get hard." Her face looked like a tomato, he couldn't help but think it was one of the cutes things he'd seen. He quickly pulled her close to him, and kissed her again. He could feel how hard she was though her nightie, he could also feel that she wasn't wearing a bra, which made him even harder. His hands began to grope–his hands were moving on their own, after all his brain had shut down as soon as he realized she wasn't wearing a bra–at her breasts. Even though her clothes they felt...soft. Her nipples kept getting harder the more he teased them, and she continued to make soft moans. His brain certainly wasn't functioning, but it seemed that his hands had little brains in them. His hands made their way from her breasts to the first button over her nightie. It wasn't long before it was on the floor near his shirt. He took a moment to pull away from her, to look at her. From his point of view, she was the picture of perfect. She wasn't in anything other then a pair of panties. His eyes must of lingered longer then he thought, because she giggled before saying–

"You know I'd like to see more of you, too." It took him a minute to think of what she meant, his pants needed to come off. He removed them in one quick motion. All he had left was his boxer, they were equally exposed. That seemed to be what she wanted, considering the next thing he knew, she was kissing him, and again she was filling his senses.

He could feel her skin against his, as his hand traveled down to her panties. He wasn't sure if he wanted to take them off, or tease her. He chose the later, and let his fingers dance down lower on her. It was more then obvious that she wet*, which only made what him more tempted to do what he did. He slowly pushed the fabric away from her core, and then slowly pushed a single digit into her. She let out a stifled moan, reminding him that they couldn't be loud. After a few moment he added another digit, fallowed by a third. She was tighter then he expected.

"Fabian," she was begging, and so he speed up the pace. He wised that they didn't have to be quite, all he could here was her stifled moans. To him they sounded like a song that couldn't be played loudly, and he loved it.

"Fabian, please take me," she begged into his ear. With out a second thought, he was pulling his boxers off, and then he started to pull hers off...

BEEP beep BEEP beep BEEP beep BEEP beep

Fabian was gonna kill Mick. Normally he wouldn't care, but just when things started to get good the damn alarm was going off. As he sat up he realized two things. One; Mick wasn't in his bed. And two; he had a problem*. He closed his eyes and thought of manly things, or anything that would turn him off. Eventfully his problem had soften enough for him to get out of bed, turn the alarm off, and get in to a nice cold shower.

Once he was out, his problem all but gone, he headed back into his room to get dressed for school.

"Morning," said Mick, who was already dressed.

"Went out for a run?" asked Fabian, figuring it was the norm.

"I really needed one," replied Mick, laughing a little.

"That early? You were gone before you're alarm," said Fabian.

"Well that talk we had, I guess it gave me an idea," replied Mick, "I didn't actually do anything, but I dreamed stuff."

"Same here, I had a dream about Nina," said Fabian, his cheeks tinting a bit red, "I'm guessing you're was about Amber."

"Yeah," said Mick, fallowed by him mumbling something else.*

"Breakfast's ready!" called Trudy, from the kitchen. Both boys quietly headed to the dinning room.

"Morning" sang Alfie, who was–in Fabian's opinion–in to good of a mood.

"Why is he so happy?" asked Patrica, looking to Jerome, mostly because Alfie was on another plant.

"I don't know! He's been like that since he woke up! Wont tell me anything," said Jerome, rolling his eyes.

"Come on Alfie, tell us why you're so happy!" said Mara. Fabian had to admit he was curious. After all it was weird to not have Alfie joking and throwing food. Also he was trying to avoid looking at Nina, who was sitting next to him like always.

"I had a good dream," replied Alfie, "And I pulled a prank."

"Oh please tell us about the prank, 'cause I don't wanna know about you're dream," said Jerome. Fabian rolled his eyes, and consecrated his food. He didn't hear much more of the conversation, mostly because he looked at Nina and his brain went to thoughts that made him wanna blush.

"I'm gonna head to school early, see you guys later," said Fabian, after he'd finish eating. He cleaned up his plate and head out.

"I can't even look at her," he mumbled to himself, as he walked to school.

"Hey, Fabian! Wait up!" Nina called, causing Fabian to tense, in more then one way*, "Is something wrong? Are you mad at me, for some reason?"

"No, why?" asked Fabian, looking at Nina, and trying to think of other things.

"I don't know. You're face is flushed, you wont look me in the eye, and you seemed like you where in a hurry," said Nina, the concern obvious in her voice.

"I'm just a..." replied Fabian, his eyes traveling down to her lips, "little tired."

"Really, because you really do look flushed," said Nina, reaching up to see if his forehead was hot. She was so close to him, it was all Fabian could do not to kiss her. Her lips were slightly parted, red, and surprisingly welcoming. Fabian couldn't help it any more. He kissed her, she seemed surprised, but after a second she kissed him back. It wasn't like the kiss in his dream, it was sweet, and so much more real. It was perfect, and seemed to last a life time.

"Wow," said Nina, smiling at him. Fabian began to lean in to kiss her again, when Alfie came running by, Jerome right on his heels.

"I'm gonna kill you if I catch up to you!" shouted Jerome, without a any sign of joking.

"What was that?" called Nina, looking after the two. Fabian licked his lips. He was right. Sugary strawberries.

\+-|-+/Author Babble\+-|-+/

First things first, I'd like to thank everyone who reviewed, put this in their favorites, or who put an alert on this, or took the time to read. All of you are so awesome, and I love seeing an alert in my inbox, it might make my day.

I've also added a section where I'll directly comment back to who was loving enough to review! Also I changed the oder of the dreams, you can see the new order in the first chapter.

So I'm not always the greatest at writing sex scenes–or it could be that I'm my worst critic–anyways I actually think I did a pretty good job, even though it's more like a lime, but woo–!

Anyways I hope you enjoyed! I'd love to hear feedback positive or negative, but if you're gonna be pissed at me for writing about sex then why did you even bother reading in the 1st place. Please, for the love of whatever you find holy, REVIEW!

/+-|-+\Comments to Reviewers/+-|-+\

J is for Joker – I'm glad that you love this. I totally felt bad for doing that to Alfie, but him and Jerome diffidently give off that vibe. I can't seem to think of why a spin the bottle would be rated M... Wait! Oh, I got it! And thank you.

lalala – I'm glad you like who I've paired off, and I hope it's gonna be good. And was this quick enough?

JuliLuvsJakeM – I was honestly surprised that someone else hadn't, and it's nice to know that I'm not the only red head–granted that it's not my natural color(T_T)–that thinks Jerome is hot.

FANtansygurl505 – I'm posting right now, and I'm gonna try an' post a chapter at least once a week*.

HouseOfAnubisGirlxFabiana – Thanks, I never really thought that I had guts, but I loved how you added the so far part there. Also, thanks.

whateva876 – I wasn't sure what to say, I mean I'm not up to date on slang in the UK, so I had to look it up. And thanks for the high five!

ramy4eva211 – I think I can mange that.

samantha1102 – The plot is mostly how they all react to their dreams, but this is also for me to get more comfortable with writing lemons. And you can just skip most of the italics to avoid the lemons.

katey900 – I think that was a little TMI, but good for you being comfortable enough to say that.

icecreamlover267 – Thanks, and I hope so too.

Alicia – Thanks, and was this soon enough?

\+-|-+/What Each Astric(*) Means In Order\+-|-+/

– I saw her wearing it when she went up to the attic, the fist time

– I really wanted to use the term 'lady-wood' but I felt it ruined the moment, but I plan to work it in! Also 'lady-wood' is a term Queen Latifah used when talking about her movie The Dilemma.

– He he! Aren't I so nice! He he!

– That was awkward to write, but I'd think it would be an awkward conversation to have, and sorry if it was awkward to read.

– Don't ask why I'm being so mean to him, it's just 'cause I can.

– Sorry but I have school from 8 to 2:40, homework is normal in all six of my classes, and I'm–happily–getting scheduled a lot at work. So I'm gonna try.

/+-|-+\Next Up: Mick's Revelations/+-|-+\