Disclaimer: I don't own. Ugh.. Although the naughtiness is all mine..

A/N: Okay.. Uh.. I tried to make shorter paragraphs.. Thanks to all for the reviews. ;) I shall do my best to incorporate drama. By the way, anybody have any idea for a name? I need a name for a girl. And.. She's gonna be mean. ;P It can't be Amber or Ashley. Sorry. :P Oh. And sorry about the lenghtiness.. You know, there's just a lot.. to describe.

Oh yeah. Heh. Just so y'all know.. I'm a hard core.. --dun dun dun-- MOLIVER FAN! :D Heh. Lemme fix up the summary.

-TJXS-

Oliver woke up. He just had the best dream. Ever. He had dreamt that he and his best friend had sex. It was so realistic, every touch, every feeling. Oliver stretched, but found he couldn't stretch one arm. He froze. He turned to his left slowly. The other occupant of the bed was snoring lightly. Just like in his dream. His eyes widened. The hair. Her hair, fanned across his pillow. Oh no. He secretly hoped that it was just some random person, but he knew that it was her. She was the only person that he knew who had hair like that; so beautiful, the long brown locks, waved out slightly. She was hugging him tightly, and he could tell, ahem, feel that they both had no clothes on. He certainly didn't regret doing that thing.. last night, but he just hoped that she didn't. He poked her gently.

"No.. Daddy, 10 more minutes.."

"Miles."

"Mmmphf!"

"Miley!"

"What?!" She sat up, and the sheets fell. He didn't bother hiding his stare. She rubbed her eyes, and turned to her right, eyeing him blearily.

"Oliver?"

"Hi."

"W-what? What happened last ni-- Ohhh.." She blushed as she remembered what happened. She smiled at him slightly. "I-- You were--" She coughed, covering up her sentence.

"Yes?" He prodded her.

"You were-- Ahem-- You were really good." He puffed out his chest proudly.

"Why thank you. You know," he said scooting closer to her. "You were really good too." She blushed even more, and slipped out of bed. His eyes widened as she walked away from him, bending down, looking for her clothes. Suddenly, she let out a gasp.

"Oh no."

"Hmm?"

"Oliver! Now's not the time to be--" She pointed at him. "Staring!"

"What?"

"Oliver! I stayed overnight! What's my dad going to say? He'll murder you!"

"Wait, wait, wait. Just say, that you stayed overnight for a sleepover. I mean, it's not like my parents saw us or anything." She bit her lip and nodded, as she slipped on her underwear and pants. She buttoned the button and zipped up the zipper. She looked around.

"Where is it?"

"What?"

"My bra!"

"Oh, um.." Oliver searched under the bed. "Found it! How'd it end up here?"

"I don't know," she said distractedly, sticking out a hand. He handed it to her, watching her as she put it on. She let out a sound of frustration.

"Stupid clasp, Oliver-- Here, could you--?" He nodded getting off the bed. She lifted her hair up a little, as he clasped the clips together. He put his hands on her waist, resting his head on her shoulder, pressing up against her. The effect wasn't as good, considering she had her jeans on. It still had an effect nonetheless. "O-oliver. I really, really need to go." He shook his head, speaking like a little boy.

"No go." She attempted to put on her shirt with him holding her.

"Oliver, please?" He sighed and let go of her, looking around for his boxers. He found them and slipped them on. He picked up a plain white t-shirt and put it on, then slipped on his jeans. Good and ready to go. He opened the door for her, and she made for the washroom. "I'm just gonna brush my teeth and fix my hair." He chuckled as he followed her. She found the toothbrush that she left at his house, and her hairbrush. He brushed her hair, making it smooth and untangled. He simply brushed his teeth, and just left his hair the way it was. She ruffled his hair amusedly. "Come on." They walked downstairs, their smiles not being able to be wiped off their faces, but they were immediately wiped when they saw Oliver's parents standing right by the stairs, their arms crossed.

"What is this?"

"Uh--"

"We just--"

"Explain yourselves."

"Miley came over yesterday. We-- We watched a-- Uh.. A couple movies! Up in my room! Then, it was already really late, so she just slept over. I-- I have a bunch of her stuff anyways, so it's cool."

"No, it's not cool."

"Yes, Oliver, you violated our trust! Miley, I expected better of you, we trusted you too." Miley looked down.

"Wait, mom! We didn't do anything!"

"Yes, but what if something had happened? You're both so young, and you know you're at that age where you just--"

"We're just friends, Mrs. Oken." Oliver's mom sighed, putting a hand on Miley's shoulder. She had always liked Miley.

"Miley, sweetie, I know that. It's just-- You never know. Accidents happen and.. You're only 17, you've got your whole lives ahead of yourselves." She sighed again. "We're going to have to call your father." Miley nodded helplessly, and hung her head again. "You can still have breakfast with us." Miley nodded and made for the kitchen. Oliver's parents turned to him. "Are you sure, absolutely sure, nothing happened?"

"Yes!"

"You didn't sleep with her?"

"What? Ew! No!" Oliver blushed, partly because he couldn't believe he was having this conversation with his parents, and partly because he remembered what happened last night.

"Fine. You could have just told us she was over. We would've been fine."

"Sorry mom."

"She's a good catch, you know."

"Mom, this is very uncomfortable for me."

"Fine. Go eat breakfast." Oliver walked to the kitchen, taking a seat beside Miley. His brother was staring at her as if he had never seen a girl before. Miley smiled at him.

"Hey, Derek." Oliver and Miley watched as he literally fell out of his chair.

"Don't worry, he's not used to girls talking to him." Oliver leaned closer to her ear. "Especially very, very hot girls." She shivered, and busied herself with some toast. Oliver leaned forward to get the jam from his brother, casually placing his hand on her thigh. She dropped the toast that she was holding. She whispered out of the corner of her mouth.

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing," he said innocently. He moved his hand further up. He smirked at her, whispering back. "You so need to wear more skirts." She pushed him with her shoulder, although she was smiling slightly. Her smile froze as he touched her gently. She stood up.

"Mrs. Oken?" Miley called up the stairs. "I'm going to go home now."

"I'll walk you home." Oliver grinned at her, which she returned, adding a wink.

Mrs. Oken called back down. "Okay, don't take too long."

"We're probably going to hang out at the beach a little."

"Mhm." Miley dragged Oliver out the door, letting him shut it before speaking. "What the hell was that?" He shrugged.

"You just looked hot eating that piece of toast." He moved closer to her, holding on to her waist.

"Oliver, what if your mom saw that? Or your brother? They'd be scarred for life."

"But, you enjoyed it," he moved his mouth towards hers. "Didn't you?" She shook her head, biting her lip. Oh, she was playing hard ball now, was she? "Didn't you?" His hands slid up her shirt. She pulled away.

"I'm going to the beach."

"Mhm." They walked for a while. She made to go the bathroom, which he followed her, glancing around. It was still relatively early, so nobody was there. He stopped the door from closing, and slipped inside.

"What are you doing?"

"This." He pulled her to him, shoving her up against the wall of the bathroom. "You know you enjoyed that." She shook her head, attempting a serious face, but he could see the truth in her eyes. Oliver laughed. He pushed her shirt up, tracing circles on her stomach. She shook her head weakly.

"N-no."

"What's that?" She shook her head. Seriously, when had he become the dominant one? She was like putty in his hands. Her hands unknowingly found his jean's button, and opened it. "You didn't enjoy that?"

"N-n-- No." Her pants were pooled around her ankles now, as were his. She started pushing up his shirt, as he kissed her forcefully.

"Really?"

"Yes." He kissed her neck, her t-shirt pushed up even higher. She raised her arms above her head to get it off. He pulled it off her, throwing it on the ground. Thank goodness that the washrooms were always clean. He slipped his own shirt off, pressing up against her. He moved back to her lips, and pushed his lower area against hers. She moaned, this time letting it go louder than it did last night, he kissed her neck, her hands on his back. "Just fucking take me." He slipped down her underwear, which were slightly moist, and she tugged at the elastic of his boxers, pushing them down. He held her body down, as she arched into him.

"No. Not until you say you enjoyed that." She whined, attempting to move, but he kept a strong hold on her. "Come on, Miley, say it." She whined again, moving more. He slid down her body, kissing her breasts gently, sucking on each one, giving each one equal attention.

"F-fuck me."

"Hmm?" He slid down lower, placing his hands on her hips, gripping them tightly. He kissed her lower area gently, but not going low enough. Her hands got lost in his hair again, as she whimpered.

"O-oliverrr.." He was seriously getting turned on, loving the sound of his name on her tongue. He kissed her again, sticking his tongue in, tasting her. She breathed out loudly, her hand hitting the wall as she almost fell down. "Shit-- You--" He decided on sticking his fingers up her. He put one finger in, looking up to see her reaction. Her eyes were closed, and she had her hands in her hair, tossing her head. He pulled the finger out, and she relaxed, but not for long as he put two fingers in this time. "Oh my god," He pushed up more, cutting off her sentence. Her hands grabbed at the wall behind her in shock and pleasure. "I so need y-you right now."

He grinned, as he slid back up her body, her forehead lined with a bit of sweat. He kissed her neck softly, then moved to her lips. She attacked his lips furiously, her hands going behind his head. He got himself ready, now fully aroused, and slipped himself inside her. His body was sent ripples of pleasure, as he stilled himself inside her.

"Admit that you enjoyed that." She remained silent trying to push him all the way in, moaning slightly. He pulled himself out, and she groaned, slumping against the wall. He pulled her back up, kissing her, then whirling her around, pressing up against her back. She breathed out. "Come on, admit it, and you'll get it."

"Mmm.." He grinned, knowing how tortured she must be feeling. He put his hands on her waist, and kissed the side of her neck, leaning his head over her shoulder. Without warning he pushed himself into her, from the back, all the way, pressing her up against the wall more. He pulled out, but not fully, then pushed in again, harder. She screamed, her hands scraping the wall.

"So fucking--."

"Did." Harder. "You like." Harder still. "It?!" He slammed right into her, harder, and she screamed again, panting, her eyes closed.

"YES!" He removed himself from her and whirled her around. She immediately kissed him, and he pumped into her again. She wrapped her legs around him, so he was now supporting both their weight. He pushed her up against the wall again, still kissing her. He rammed right into her, and her fingernails scraped his back. He kissed her neck roughly, as she threw her head back, as he slammed into her again. He growled through his teeth.

"You liked it, right?!" She dug her hands into his back even more. He felt the pain as pleasure, as her nails raked his back.

"YES! FUCK YES!" She moved her hands to his hair. "Yes! Oh my god! YES!" He kissed her long and hard, going faster now. He felt it inside him, coming. He breathed out loudly.

"Shit, it's--" He pumped into her again, as she moaned and whimpered. She couldn't seem to formulate his name anymore.

"O-Oliv-- Oli-- Oh my god." He rammed into her, kissing her shoulder. He leaned close to her ear, whispering, wiping away strands of her hair.

"Say my name.." He pushed himself him, leaving his member in her, unmoved, giving her a break. She breathed out, still trying to say his name. "Come on, say it.." He pulled out of her, and then, BAM! He slammed into her, probably harder, and she screamed again, this time, his name.

"OLIVER! GOD! OLIVER! FUCK YES!" They released at the same time, both of them coming down from that high. He kissed her, long and sensually. He pulled back, as she slumped against the wall. He sat down beside her, after slipping on his boxers. He watched her as she put on her bra, which she didn't need any help with, pity, and her underwear. He smirked, thinking of a question, that she would probably hit him for.

"Did you like that?" He was right. She smacked him on the shoulder.

"I have to wear something to cover this," she said pointing at her neck, where there was a circular red spot. "Up. It's so freaking hot outside, and I'm going to have to wear a turtle-neck."

"I think it's hot, but then again, you make everything hot."

"You're such a guy." He grinned. They were acting completely normal, talking like friends, their usual banter, yeah nothing was different, except that they had just fucked each other.

"Should we get you home?"

"Yeah, I guess." She stood up, slipping her shirt on, and then jumping on one foot to get her legs in her jeans. She smoothed out her shirt, and fixed her hair. He just slipped on his t-shirt, and jeans simply just patting his hair down. "I'll go out first, and I'll tell you when you can come out."

"Okay, but I think people already heard your screams." She hit him again, and then whispered.

"Well, I wouldn't have, except somebody decided to slam into me like that." He blushed at the fact that she spoke so openly about what they just did.

"Well, again, I wasn't the one who screamed."

"You're torture." She kissed him quickly before leaving the stall. He was left inside, reeling. That was the best experience he had ever had... He noted vaguely that their bodies fit together like long lost puzzle pieces, that satisfied feeling when you've completed the puzzle. He felt like they were perfect for each other, and his heart knew that she felt the same way, but his brain defied his heart, and disagreed, saying that she was probably still on the rebound from Jake. He was snapped out of his thoughts, when Miley spoke through the door. "Come on." He opened the door, the light nearly blinding him. He shook his head, trying to fix his eyes. Miley smiled at him, taking his hand in hers. He glanced at their intertwined hands and suddenly, handcuffs came to mind. His eyes widened, and he shook his head quickly, knocking the thoughts out of his mind. Miley was skipping ahead of him, and he laughed to himself. She was 17, yet she acted like a child sometimes, yet a child wouldn't be able to let him fuck her.

He smirked at the thought of the fact that he could control her so well when she was aroused. He wondered what would happen if she took control. He felt himself getting turned on again, as he imagined her in a black leather jacket, tight black pants, and a red scarf tied around her neck. He let 'inner-Oliver' fantasize, while 'outer-Oliver' spoke to her normally.

"What do you think your dad's going to say?"

"Mmm.. I don't know. Probably nothing too bad. I mean, he knows we're friends." The word 'friends' rang a bell in his head. He pulled her back, stopping her skipping.

"Wait, Miles, that's what I wanted to talk to you about.. I mean, we just sorta did-- We did each other." She blushed at the bluntness of his sentence. "What does that make us? I mean, are we.. together? Or are you just using me as a rebound from Jake?" She looked appalled.

"What?! No, no, no. Oliver, Jake's just-- I seriously got over him. And," she said, holding his hand tighter. "I would love to be your girlfriend, but that would mean my dad would have tighter 'security' on me, and I just really want to spend time with you."

"You mean sex, right?"

"Wellll, maybe..." He raised his eyebrows. "Okay, fine! Yes, but I do want more, but maybe can't we just do the whole, friends with benefits thing? Until I figure it all out." Oliver nodded, it was close enough, at least she wanted to be with him. Friends with benefits. That was cool. Right?

Well... Hmm.. I feel dirty. Don't ya? ugh.. So.. Whoever thought it was Loliver, I'm so sorry, but I don't roll that way, 'kay? Sorry if I disappointed ya. :P As for you Moliver fans.. well... Ya like? I've decided on a whole more drama, 'kay?