Ingredients: Smex...
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Chapter 02 – The First Talk
Sex without love is merely healthy exercise.
- Robert Heinlein

Pogue walked into his apartment, he tossed his keys to the end table next to his couch and groaned. What the hell had just happened? He had just lost his girlfriend, and on top of that had been an asshole to his three best friends. The three people that knew him better than anyone else, especially now.

"You're life is fucked up Mr. Parry…" Pogue whispered to himself going to the fridge, he pulled out a beer bottle and twisted the cap off.

He brought the ember colored bottle to his lips, and closed his eyes as the cool liquid slipped down his throat. A flash of ember colored eyes graced his memory as he reopened his eyes. He remembered the girl from the park, he had seen her once, when she had moved in.

She was bitching in to her cell phone to someone about leaving her the fuck alone. He didn't blame her, that's why he lived here instead of at home like Caleb or in the dorms like Reid and Tyler. He wanted to be left alone. After his mother passed away three years ago, he and his father butted heads until he asked to have his own place to get away.

His father being the asshole he was granted Pogue his wish and bought him this little apartment only ten minutes away from the school. He sighed heavily and shoved off his boots angry with himself for not seeing this in Kate before, angry at her for cheating on him, and this probably wasn't the first time.

"Goddamn it!" He yelled angrily picking up a vase that was sitting on his end table, one that Kate had picked out for him and he smashed it against a wall.

The vase shattered in to hundreds of small pieces and Pogue felt a little bit better. He brought the beer bottle to his lips when he heard a knock at the door. Sighing he placed the bottle on the end table and marched to the door, thinking it to be one of the guys he was ready to object to some sort of intervention, or set up.

"Caleb, I…" Pogue started, he trailed off noticing that the person on the other side was definitely not Caleb. "What are you doing here?" He asked a bit rudely seeing the red headed mystery neighbor.

"I heard something break and figured I'd come over and see if you were alright…" She stated with a shrug. "Obviously you're ok, so I'll just go back to my apartment…" She replied giving him a look that read she was not interested.

Pogue was about to shut the door on her when he said something he didn't know he was about to say himself, "You wanna have a drink?" He asked.

The girl stopped her retreat and turned to look at him, a bit bewildered herself at his question. She let a small smirk appear on her face as she nodded, "Sure, why the hell not…" She answered.

Pogue moved aside so that she could come in to the apartment. She looked around and noticed that he had an impeccable taste in furniture and art, not something she was expecting from the rugged motorbike riding guy she had met at the lake.

"Beer?" He asked going in to the kitchen.

"Thanks," She nodded her head as he came back and handed her the drink, the cap already removed. "Any roofies in here?" She joked looking in to the bottle.

"I like to save those for the second drink," Pogue joked back slightly feeling a bit uncomfortable. Questions itched at his tongue, but he wasn't quite sure how to ask them, and sound polite while doing so.

"You look like you want to ask me something," She stated reading him like a book.

The long haired man sighed and nodded his head slightly, "How do you know me?" He asked raising an eyebrow. "It just seems like you know a little too much about me for just being a neighbor…"

"I don't really; but these walls are paper thin…" She noted running a finger over the off-white walls. "It's amazing the things you can hear." She smirked.

Oh shit, he thought. Had she heard the discussions about the Power, or about Chase? He hoped his secrets were still secrets.

"Oh really?" He asked cautiously.

"Yeah, but it's not just you, it's everyone around us…" She gave him a small smile, almost reassuring. She smirked. "But I've seen you come and go a few times… wondered what a Spencer student was doing living in an apartment all by his lonesome…" She shrugged her shoulders changing the subject slightly.

"I don't get along with my father, you?" He asked.

"I don't get along with my mother," She answered taking a long sip of the beer.

"So about the lake," Pogue started off.

"I know what you're thinking… I'm not a stalker…" She stated simply. "I tend to go there a lot to think…" She answered letting her eyes wander around the large living room. "You have a great sense of style." She mused.

"That would be my girlfr-ex-girlfriend…" He slowly corrected himself, though it pained him to say it.

"I see nasty breakup?" She asked.

Pogue didn't have to answer and she knew that it had been. The vase in hundreds of shard pieces gave it away. She let a small smile dance on her lips noticing the way his black t-shirt clung to his muscular build. There was no doubt about it, her neighbor was hot.

"I'll take that as a yes," She smiled at him, she watched as his eyes lingered over her.

The short skirt she was donning showed off her long legs that were lacking any kind of muscle, and her baring mid riff top left little to the imagination. She had just finished painting in her bedroom, yet again and there were paint splatters all over her clothes.

"I just painted my room again," She answered slowly noticing that his eyes seemed to be trailing slowly over her.

"Do you normally paint your room in that?" He asked referring to the short skirt and revealing top.

"Whatever's comfortable," She answered shortly taking another swig of the slowly warming beer.

Pogue didn't know what was going on inside of his head, but she was plaguing it at the moment. The way the small hint of muscles flexed as she moved back and forth from the balls of her feet to the heel, her stomach was flat, with a piercing that went straight through the top of her belly button all the way to the bottom of her small navel. He noticed that she didn't have much of a rack, like Kate, but she had a nice little handful.

What the hell Pogue, you just broke up with your girlfriend and now you're staring at your neighbor like you want to throw her on the couch and fuck the life out of her. He scolded himself mentally.

"So," She looked around the room looking a bit bored, and probably a bit buzzed, she was probably about a hundred and twenty pounds soaking wet, was quite possibly hitting her already.

She walked over to him, her eyes lingering over his body, he was really hot. The way his light brown hair was pushed out of his face, those sculpted eyebrows knitting together a bit confused at her advance towards him, hazel eyes that were brilliantly specked with light browns and greens.

"So," He repeated taking another swig of his beer as he leaned against the wall of his apartment coolly. "You want me to talk?" He questioned her, remembering what she had said to him earlier that night.

"Honestly," She looked up at him, her ember colored eyes smirking slightly at him. "I really don't care…" She grinned at him. "I figured you would come over…" She inched closer to him. "And we'd probably end up doing something else…" She stated letting the empty beer bottle fall out of her hand and crashing on to the soft carpet of the living room.

Before Pogue said anything else he let his lips crash down to meet hers, he shed off his jacket quickly as her small hands found their way under his shirt and ran over his well-defined stomach. Pogue's large hands rested on her hips pulling her body closer to his, as he opened his mouth letting her tongue roam freely.

She tugged at the black leather belt that was keeping his pants from falling past his plump rear. She pulled it off expertly not bothering to detach from the muscular man in front of her. Pogue lifted her up with ease, she wrapped her silky legs around his middle pulling away from him so she could pull off his shirt, pulling the piece of black material over his head.

She let her lips reconnect wit his as he turned her around slamming her up against the wall, she bit down on his lip teasingly as his free hand roamed up her shirt grasping her left breast in his large hand. She slipped her hands down to his waist unbuttoning his pants with ease.

Pogue pulled away his conscience taking over for a brief moment.

"We can't do this…" He stated letting her slide down his body and to her feet.

"And why the hell not?" She asked looking up at him sharply adjusting her skirt.

"I just broke up with my girlfriend, you've been drinking…" Pogue started to reason with her.

"Oh give it a rest…" She shoved him back on to the sofa that was behind him and crashed her lips to his and pulled away again. "I'm not drunk… I know exactly what I'm doing…" She smiled at him wickedly. Pogue sat up slightly as she straddled his lap.

"Are you sure about this?" He asked her his brow furrowing slightly.

She laughed and unbuttoned the three buttons of her shirt letting the dark blue material fall off behind her revealing her small breasts. Her dyed red hair fell gracefully over her shoulders in messy waves brushing over her porcelain like skin. She cocked and eyebrow up at him and he pushed any objections he had out of his mind as he grabbed a handful of her hair and forced her mouth on his again.

Pogue let his free hand slip under the hem of her skirt feeling the soft skin of her legs all the way up to her bare bottom. He found himself falling under her spell as she nibbled on his bottom lip. She forced him down, letting kisses linger over his protruding pectoral muscles, and down his tightened abdomen, letting her painted fingernails dig in to his tanned skin slightly, getting a rise out of him.

He let out a little squeak of pleasure as she slid his pants off discarding them to the side, his hands had trailed up from her skirt to her bare back, his hands rubbing over her nipples, his cold hands causing them to turn in to short, tight nubs.

She noticed that he liked to go commando, as much as she did, letting a small smile play on her lips she let her teeth scratch down his navel to his shaved pelvic bone. She felt his fist clench in to her hair as his hips thrusted forward a bit, she grinned letting her tongue trail over his hardened member.

Pogue closed his eyes as he felt her warm mouth take all of him in one quick movement; he had never been so aroused like he was at this moment. The way her nails dug in to his skin, her teeth lightly pulling over the sensitive skin; it was driving him insane.

She moved skillfully up and down as Pogue's hands twist in her hair quickening her pace slightly as he felt his entire body shudder as the excitement ran through his entire body. He pulled her up to meet his mouth, letting his tongue roaming around in her mouth, getting a taste of inch of her mouth.

He let his fondle over her breasts, He pushed her back slightly towards the hard arm of the couch, his lips never leaving hers as he hungrily discarded her skirt, pulling her hips closer to his. He pushed her up on to the arm of the couch, placing himself at her entrance, he thrusted in to her.

She arched her back, her legs wrapping around his waist as he thrusted in to her deeper and faster. The young girl tangled her fingers in his hair yanking every time he pulled out and releasing when he slammed in to her. He pulled her up and slammed her back in to the wall that separated their apartments. She let out a loud scream of pain mixed with pleasure as his rock hard body pressed against hers.

She pushed her hips harder against his, wanting more of him, if it was at all possible. Pogue pressed his lips to hers, the sweat of their bodies making it difficult for him to keep a strong grasp on her smaller frame. He pushed them in to the kitchen setting her up on the table pulling her by the hair to kiss her harder on the mouth.

She let out a loud gasp as he forced himself in to her harder now with better leverage. She felt her toes tingling as she moved her hips up to meet his again, her finger nails digging in to his back viciously as her walls tightened around him. Pogue thrusted one last time, he released himself inside of her without another thought.

She collapsed back catching her breath as he leaned against the table, trying to gain control of his tingling legs that were throbbing from so much attention. After a few moments of silence and heavy breathing she sat up, stark naked on his kitchen table, he was leaning next to her legs just as naked staring blankly off in to the living room.

She sat up and walked in to the other room slipping in to her discarded skirt and pulling her shirt on, she walked back in to the kitchen and flashed him a sexy little sideways grin. She reached up and placed a kiss on his swollen and very red lips.

"Thanks for the talk, babe…" She grinned before walking out of his apartment buttoning up her shirt.

Pogue couldn't open his mouth to protest; the door to his apartment slammed shut, leaving him standing in his kitchen alone and completely naked.

He could feel something warm trickling down his back; he walked in to his bathroom and noticed his very disshelved appearance. He turned sideways to see a few scratches, one in particular that was now bleeding down his back. He pursed his lips together and tossed a glance at the shower; he pulled back the curtains and started the hot water.

Had he seriously just slept with some random girl… a random girl that just fucked your brains out, he thought a slow smile creeping on to his face at the thought. You just broke up with Kate you jackass, he argued back, then realization hit him. She was doing the same exact thing when you left her; don't be a fucking idiot Pogue.

He let a wicked grin spread across his face; this could be a very good thing, or a very bad thing. He didn't much care, he had just found an easy way to get laid and with apparently no emotional attachment. He carried himself in to the shower and let the hot beads pelt down on to him when he realized something.

He didn't even know her name.

Only chapter 2 and already smex... I just had to get this Chapter out of the way, it literally wrote itself.