Warning: This chapter and this chapter alone is a bit mature. I ask you think about your age and then read farther, if you think its right. I can't stop you but I do ask you to think twice… It's not that bad, but still please think before continuing.

Iggy pushed me back so that he was on top of me on the bed. My mind raced as his tongue slipped past my lips and massaged mine. He broke apart from me once again but this time more hesitant. His heavy breathing felt hot against my skin and for some reason it felt unbearable but at the same time a necessity. He combed his fingers through my hair and kissed my forehead lightly.

I was lost in what had just happened. Iggy rolled over and laid next to me for just a minute. Then he sighed and leaned over me once again so that our shoulders were touching. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that." He said furrowing his brows. I kissed his lips quickly, smiling through the kiss.

"That's fine. I wanted to do the same." I placed one hand on his cheek which was meet by his. His eyes saw nothing, but seemed to see everything and much more. He moved his face closer to mine so that there was barely any space between our lips. His breathing was calm, but heavy. I found myself shacking from the pleasure of him being so close.

"Luna, I don't just want to make out with you." He sighed in between breaths. "I want you fully." His hands slid down my side making me shiver once again. His lips found mine and pressed against them roughly. One of his hands slid under my shirt and brushed over my rib cage. I slid my arms around him and rubbed the small of his back, refusing to let this joy come to an end.

I soon found my right hand slipping to the front of him and unbuttoning his shirt. I stopped myself, knowing that was going farter then I wanted to go. Iggy moved away from me and finished what I had started, reveling a nicely sculpted body. My face grew bright red as I noticed myself staring at his body. He moved closer to me again and cupped his hands around my face. "I told you; I don't just want to make out with you." He began to run his hands under my shirt again when a silent knock came from the door.

"W…Who is it?" I asked breathlessly.

"Gazzy." The Gasman's voice floated through the door. "Can I come in? I can't sleep and Max and Fang went out."

"Sure come on in." I called. With that Iggy pulled back from me and sat up with his back against the headboard; I sat up too and threw my leg to the ground. Gazzy's head poked through a small crack between the door and the door frame. He walked slowly in the rest of the way and stared at us for a moment. Then a flash of lightning flashed, paired with a boom of thunder, and he jolted onto the bed next to me.

"I didn't think you'd be afraid of lightning." I said placing one hand on his back, trying to comfort him. He looked at me and opened his mouth to say something, but jumped back into a fetal position as thunder rumbled close by again.

"He can deal with bombs going off near him, but not lightning." Iggy laughed. I looked over to him hearing the sorrow in his voice. The look upon his face told me he really wished Gazzy hadn't come. I felt the same, but at the same time I was grateful he did.

xXx

An hour later Gazzy had fallen to sleep on my lap. Iggy had also fallen asleep. His head lay gingerly on top of mine, his left arm slug over Gazzy's shoulder. I toyed with Gazzy's messy hair trying to fall asleep as well. And I guess it worked cause I slowly shut my eyes, fading into dreams.