Here's chapter two! Hehe, enjoy! I do need to point out, this chapter is mostly sex, so, if you oppose to the idea, don't read most of it. But, you should read the last few paragraphs, Starting at "If I didn't love you….". Also, I want to point out, the reason this chapter is so racy is because I wanted something sweet before I got into the legit stuff. Ya know, the stuff that makes you want to cry and throw things, and scream into pillows. And, yes, it's a little bit shorter than most, but, i'll make up for it, promise! But, here ya go!

Chapter Two: Ashes and Wine

Claire woke to the sun shining through her window. Shane's warm breath on the back of her neck was pleasant. She would probably have some explaining to do when he woke up, like, why she had broken down in the middle of the night. But, for now, she snuggled deeper into his chest, feeling the vibrations that erupted there. She sighed and his warm arm tightened around her waist.

"Mm, good morning, beautiful." He smiled lazily and kissed her neck. Her heart warmed.

"Morning. I'd kiss you, but, my breath probably stinks." She said, looking back at him. They laid in the middle of her bed, with the covers wrapped all around them.

"I don't mind." He said, pulling her lips to his. She flipped over without breaking the connection of lips. He pulled back and stroked her face. It was warm, and slightly puffy. "I love you."

"I love you, too. Ask away." She sighed. She knew it was coming.

"I know what's bothering you, and, I'm sorry. But, I can't help fix it, if you don't tell me what's going on. You need to tell me what you need." He pleaded, running his hands through her tangled hair. She shook him off and sat up. She huffed. He followed her.

"I'm just stressed. And, I'm still a little weirded out. You would be too." He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back down.

"I know, I know. Claire, you won't even walk behind the couch. And, you won't go out in the rain, at all. And, you don't talk to anyone. You barely eat. You walk in slow motion. You have no color in your face. Your eyes have hollowed. I miss the old you, Claire. I love you. I want you to get help." He brushed the hair out of her face.

"I've just been really pressured lately! I'm fine. I promise. I'm sorry, about last night. It wasn't fair to-" He put his finger to her mouth.

"Shh. I told you to stop that. I want you to be happy. I want you to stop hurting, and, if it means crying every night, then, so be it." He locked eyes with her. She chewed on her bottom lip.

"I'm fine, Shane. Honestly. I'm working through it. I'll be okay. I promise." She smiled slightly at him and patted his arm.

"I know. I believe you." He kissed her.

"Mm. I know a way you can distract me." She grinned under his mouth.

"Ooh, I like this plan." He pressed his mouth to hers, slipping his tongue between her lips. There was a sharp knock on her door. She sighed. "Don't talk. Maybe if we ignore it, it'll go away." Shane whispered. They both giggled.

"Open the door, you sons-a-bitches. I heard you talking. You better get your asses downstairs if you want food." Eve's sharp voice said through the door.

"We'll be down in a minute." Claire said back. Shane shot her a playful glare.

"Why? I want to have my way with you up here." He kissed her neck, in a persuasive manner.

"Mm. Tempting. But, no. I'm hungry, and, I know you are too." She slipped off the bed and away from his grabby hands. She dropped her cloth shorts, shimmying for him. He licked his lips and slipped off the bed. She pulled on her jean shorts from the night before.

"Keep doing that, I won't let you leave the room." He walked up behind her, pressing himself into her. She grinned.

"What, this?" She smiled evilly, and rocked her hips against him. He growled.

"Yes, that." He wrapped his arms around her, pressing her harder against his body. She slipped away from him, opening her door slightly.

"You may want to fix that before come down. They'd never let it do." She nodded to his zipper. He groaned.

"Will you fix it?" He asked her with puppy dog eyes. She smiled.

"Nope." She said, popping her "p".

"Claire." He whined. He grabbed her hand, rubbing it over the bulge. She licked her lips.

"Fine. Go lay down on the bed, I'll be back with food." He grinned triumphantly. She opened the door and rolled her eyes. "Ass!" She yelled as she walked down the hall. She walked downstairs, where Michael and Eve sat at the table with their pancakes, eggs, and bacon.

"Where's the ass?" Eve asked, cutting her pancake.

"In bed. He's to lazy to come downstairs."

"Your food is on the counter, you have to decorate your own pancakes." She shoved the piece of pancake in her mouth. Claire nodded and walked in the kitchen. There, on the counter, sat her and Shane's plates. She walked back through the kitchen and grabbed her bag at the foot of the couch. "What're you doing?" She asked.

"I'm taking my books and stuff upstairs, so I can do my homework."

"Planning on staying locked away in your room for the day?" She asked suggestively.

"Yes." Claire smirked and walked back in the kitchen. She sighed. She put her pancakes, eggs and bacon on Shane's plate. Then, she drizzled maple syrup and chocolate syrup over the pancakes. Then she coated them in whipped cream, just the way Shane liked it. Someone must of gone to the store last night, because, Claire remembered that she and Shane had taken it and emptied it a week ago. She let it sit on the counter as she made a cup of coffee. She sipped it, and slid a fork onto Shane's plate. She put her backpack on her shoulders, and gripped the plate and her coffee. She walked back through, nodding at Michael and Eve. She stepped in her room to reveal a naked-but-covered Shane with his hands casually behind his head and he was staring up at the ceiling. She shut the door behind her and walked to the foot of her bed. He looked over at her lazily.

"Hello, beautiful." Claire blushed. She held the plate out to him. He sat up and grabbed it, pulling it back to him. She walked around to her bedside table beside him. She sat her coffee cup there and slung her bag on her bed. She climbed over his legs and pulled her bag up to her. She nestled next to Shane on their pile of pillows. She pulled her laptop out. As he ate, he watched her. He poked her with his fork.

"Yes?" She smiled over at him.

"You didn't want any?" He asked. He had whipped cream in the corner of his mouth.

"I gave you mine. I actually planned on stealing your bacon." She reached over and snatched a piece.

"No fair." He pouted. She bit into it, savoring it's wonderful flavor. He nodded to her laptop. "Put that up. Let's just lay here for a while." She looked at the clock on her laptop, it read eleven thirty. Okay, so, she could spare a few hours to be with Shane. She closed her laptop and reached over Shane to lay it in the floor. She had to lay over him in order to put it in the floor without throwing it. He laid his plate on her back.

"I'd like to get up. Remove your plate." She looked up at him. He continued eating his pancakes. "Shane!"

"Yes?" He asked, licking the whipped cream from his mouth.

"Let me up." She pleaded.

"Ask nicely."

"No." She huffed. He dipped his finger in his whipped cream and chocolate and smeared it across her cheek. "You ass!" He chuckled.

"That's not getting you anywhere."

"I thought you wanted me to fix your problem." She smirked up at him. His eyes widened.

"Right. Here." He lifted his plate up and let her move back up into a kneeling position beside him.

"Ass." She crossed her arms over her chest.

"I think yours is pretty nice." He grinned at her. She swiped her finger across his pancake and swept it across his cheek like war paint. She cocked an eyebrow at him. He gave her a determined look. "Game on." He sat his plate on the table near her coffee and tackled her on the bed. He was wearing boxers, but, was clearly aroused. He pressed his lips to hers while he pinned her under him. His hands slipped under her shirt, pulling it upwards. He slipped it off and through it aside. He eyed her body and licked his lips.

"Your pancakes are going to get cold." She smirked.

"You look much more delicious." Her skin flushed as he took in her body. He fiddled with her button. He got and unzipped her zipped. His cool fingers slipped down in between the materials. He pressed them to her warmth. She gasped as his fingers worked around core. She felt the wetness pool, and he did too. He pulled her shorts off and tossed them to the ground. There was another knock on the door. They both groaned.

"What?" Claire snapped.

"Me and Mikey are leaving. He's taking me to work and he has to do lessons. No babies!" Eve shouted through the door. Claire groaned and covered her face with her hands. They heard her clamp down the stairs. Shane started laughing.

"I hate it when they know what we're doing, and they interrupt anyways." Claire sighed.

"Hey, wanna go get the whipped cream and chocolate?" He waggled his eyebrows.

"You can. I'll stay up here, and, entertain myself." She winked at him and he swallowed hard. She trailed her hand down her body. She chewed on her lip seductively. She stopped at the lace of her underwear. "You better hurry. Oh, and, take your plate." He crawled off the bed and grabbed his plate. She watched him disappear out the door and clunk down the stairs. She sat up and straightened up her bra. She released her hair from it's bun, and it fell down around her face in loose curls. She shook it out and crawled to the top of the bed. She stretched her body out on the bed, fawning her hair out on the pillows surrounding her. She stretched one leg out, and bent out up in the air. She played with a strand of hair until he back. He held a can on whipped cream and a bottle of chocolate syrup. His eyes bugged when he saw her and he nearly dropped his things.

"Whoa." He whispered. Clair giggled.

"You like?" She asked.

"I love." He shut the door behind him and came to the bed. He tossed them on the other side of her and crawled on the bed beside her. He straddled her, pressing into her warmth. She reached down beside her and grabbed the whipped cream. He slid his hands under her back and undid the clasp on her bra and pulled it off. He chucked it in the floor. He grabbed the chocolate, popped the top, and began drizzling it on her abdomen. She gasped as the cool, sticky syrup hit her skin. He moved up to drizzle it on her breasts, making little swirls. She scooped her hair up and away from her neck so he could drizzle some there, too. He moved down to right above the waist line of her underwear, making a artistic design.

"That's cold." She said. She caught a dribble of chocolate as it began slipping down her side. She brought it to her lips and began sucking it off, making sure he was watching. He shook his head, trying to get the picture away. He grabbed the whipped cream can and squirted it on her, covering the chocolate. Once he had gone from her hips to her neck, he tossed the can aside, and stared at her. She wriggled. "Shane, it's really sticky." He grinned and dipped down, nipping and sucking at the whipped cream and chocolate. He stopped before he got to her breasts, and skipped over them, saving them for last.

He swirled his tongue over her neck, sucking on her sweet spot. She gasped and dug her finger nails into the sheets. She bit her lip, holding in a moan. His hands went to her hips, and tugged at the fabric. She lifted her lower half so he could slide them down her legs. He moved to the valley between her breasts and lapped up the sweetness. He moved to suck on her left breast.

"Ugh." She moaned. He moved to her right, causing her hips to roll against him. "Mm, Shane." She huffed. He left a trail of wet kisses down her body, stopping just above her sweet spot. She huffed in frustration and bucked her hips. "Dammit." One of his long fingers circled her clit. She whimpered. Shane gently swiped his tongue over it, causing her to moan again, and dig her nails into the mattress. He slowly inserted his tongue into her. Her hand smacked down on his, which rested on her upper thigh, keeping her legs apart. She squeezed it, digging her nails into his skin as she shuddered.

"You're going to break skin, Claire." He mock-nagged her. She whimpered in response. "What do you want? Tell me." He moved from his position, but, his finger still worked around her throbbing center.

"You know what I want." She spat out. She wriggled, hoping he would, at least, graze what she wanted.

"Nope, gonna have to tell me." She grabbed his arm and pulled his hand away. She flipped him over, straddling him.

"No." She dipped down, sucking on his neck. His hands squeezed her hips. Her tongue trailed up his neck. She felt around for the chocolate and gripped it in her hands. She straightened up, and scooted back. She squeezed the bottle and moved it in a zig-zag line. She examined her work, and smiled. Then, she tilted her head back, and squeezed some in her mouth. She closed it, and threw it back on the bed. She grabbed the whipped cream. She followed the same pattern as the chocolate and them threw it too the side. She started at his hips, working her way up. She finally made it to his neck, where she pressed her chest into him. She licked all around his neck, cleaning away the sticky.

"Your tongue is amazing." He purred. She sat up and pulled his underwear off, and pulled him up to her by his shoulders. Her mouth crashed against his. She slid down on him, whimpering in relief. She brought herself up and down, moaning more and more.

"Oh, god, Shane. Uh." His hands rested on her hips, helping her move. He felt her core tighten and then she let do, showering on him. He flipped her over, and began doing long, even strokes. She gritted her teeth, and tightened her grip on his shoulders. "Ah. Shane. Fuck. Harder." She managed out. He complied, beating against her, coming closer to his own climax. She screamed in pleasure.

"Shit, Claire." He pumped her harder, causing the bed to beat against the wall. It made hard thumps. She bit down on his neck, suck on the skin in her mouth. Her toes curled and she shuddered, coming undone the same time he did. He pumped her three more times, for good measure, riding out his high. He slid out of her and he rolled to her side. She whimpered when he exited her body, feeling as though she was missing a piece of herself.

"You are amazing." She stated simply. He laid his head on her chest, and let one hand rest in between her thighs. They covered up, and now Claire was stroking his hair.

"You are, too. By the way, we need to invest in a mini fridge, and a couple boxes of whipped cream." She laughed and grabbed the can laying on the bed beside them. She shot some into her mouth. Shane grabbed it, then squirted it on her chest near his mouth. He licked it up, them started sucking on the spot, knowing it would leave a hickey.

"Shane!" She screeched. He pulled back, smiling innocently. "I won't be able to wear a low cut top for a week!" He shrugged, and went back to work. She was about to make more protests, but, his mouth was taking her train of thought. He moved down her body, disappearing under the covers. His hand pushed her legs apart, and he crawled in between them. He flattened his tongue over her nub, causing her to whimper. She gripped her hands in his hair. He repeated his actions several more time, then added a finger. She moaned and he added another. His fingers pumped her and his thumb ran repeatedly over her nub. She screamed out his name, and bit her lip. "Shit." She whispered.

She crawled to Shane with hunger in her eyes. She shoved to covers back and eyed him.

"You don't have to- Ah, shit." Claire had taken his tip into her mouth, causing him to lose track of what he was saying. His hands knotted in her hair, pushing himself farther into her mouth. She took it, raking her teeth lightly over his length. Her hand pumped his base. He moaned out her name, then released into her mouth. She swallowed it, looking up at him appreciatively. He pulled her up to him, and encased her lips with his own. "God, Claire. I love you." He said.

"I love you too." She pulled back. "Wanna go again?" She asked with eyes glazed over. He nodded, rolling her to her back. He pushed into her, making the bed hit the wall again, with rapid thumps. His lips never left her body. They rolled around in her sheets and he beat inside her. She huffed out his name as she climaxed once more. "Oh, god. I'm going to be so sore tomorrow, it's not funny." She said, curling into Shane under the covers.

"Yeah. But, we should definitely do that more often. I'm thinking, if we do it enough, it'll be a normal thing for our bodies. That way, no one is sore." He stated simply. She rolled her eyes at him.

"If I didn't love you…" She trailed off. She reached over and picked up the remote. She turned the T.V on and flipped through the channels, landing on TLC. Bride-zillas was on. There was a skinny, tall, blonde woman on the television, yelling at two women about her dress not fitting correctly. Claire ran her fingers through Shane's hair, watching the television.

"So, if you go try on wedding dresses with Eve, are you going to yell at her like that? If so, I want you to video-tape it." He asked her with humor in his voice, but, when Shane spoke of anything involving marriage, it made her heart race.

"I'm not nearly that dramatic. I'm sure it'd be the other way around." She said, trying to figure something to switch the conversation around.

"So, you've thought about picking out a dress for our wedding?" He said, his tone light and playful. Her breath caught.

"Uh, well, no. Not really. I mean, you haven't even officially purposed yet, so, no. I always believed it a little bit strange to plan your wedding before you get engaged." She tried to joke, but, it came out sounding serious. Shane looked up at her.

"I will, someday. You know that, right? And, I'm hoping you say yes, when I do. But, don't tell me your answer now, I want to be surprised." He grinned.

"I know you will. I don't want you too feel pressured or anything. Oh, god. Can you imagine the lengths Eve would go to?" Claire giggled.

"I'm picturing a big, white, fluffy dress. And, streamers. And, a ten-tier cake. Oh, and, some doves, for good measure." He snorted and Claire laughed along with him.

"And, of course, her choice of brides-maids dresses." Claire shook her head at the thought, thinking of Eve choosing a bright red dress.

"Oh, yes. And, my perfectly pressed, tailored tux." He kept grinning at her. She gave him a thoughtful look.

"You know something?" She asked, moving to where she straddled him. She kissed his neck.

"Hmm?" He ran his hands along her waist.

"I've decided, it doesn't matter. The dresses, the decorations, the doves. None of it matters." She moved down on his neck, near his adam's apple.

"And, why is that?" He asked.

"Because, as long as it's you I'm marrying, I don't care about the rest. All I want, is some certification that you're mine forever, and, no one else's. So, honestly? We could go to Vegas, and have Elvis marry us. But, of course, we'd have to be sure that he was official. Can't have all that fake-paperwork stuff." She giggled into his neck. He pushed her back gently, a determined look on his face.

"I want our wedding to be your fairytale. Because, it's the only one you're ever going to have." He said, squaring his shoulders. Claire cocked an eyebrow.

"Is that so? How are you so sure?" She playfully poked him.

"Because, I'll never let you go. I can't." He let out a breath. "Let's not talk about it right now, I'm too tired. We'll discuss it on a later date. Lay back down." He said, pulling her into his side. Claire nuzzled her face into his side, drawing in his warmth, vibrating from their conversation. And, there, nuzzled into him, she fell into a deep sleep.

She was dreaming happily, until a loud banging sounded on her door.

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