A/N: This chapter contains sexual content. If you do not wish to read it, I have marked the beginning and end of the scene. Enjoy. :)

PROLOGUE II

Never Forget

A couple of weeks later...

"I'm interested in writing an article about the night life of college students: how much time is spent on studying for their majors compared to other extracurricular activities," I spoke to Desmond, my eyes never leaving his, "Would you be interested in sharing your observations with me?"

"It would be a pleasure." he replied in a sultry tone, a soft smile on his thin, scarred lips.

"Wonderful," I said, unable to keep myself from biting my lower lip as I handed him my number scribbled on a piece of paper, "Give me a call sometime."

"I most definitely will." he smiled, pulling out his black leather wallet and sticking the piece of paper inside.

We both knew that it was simply to initiate some form of open communication as our friends were there. They still seemed to have no idea that we had already been in contact for the past month, but we wanted to change that. I wanted to change that. I wanted to take everything to the next step in a possible life together. None of this was guaranteed, but I wouldn't pass up whatever I could get from Desmond.

I was the last to leave. Kyle and Kayla were with me, but he was tired and therefore forced her to go home instead of letting her stay at my place for the night. I stayed until closing time, enjoying Desmond's company. It was, however, very late and while I didn't have work in the morning, my bed was calling to me and I couldn't resist. I grabbed my handbag and left while Desmond was in the back room, walking out of the nightclub and into the alleyway. It was cold and rather dark, but I'd done this so many times, not to mention that I was well-versed in fighting and knew I could defend myself more than effectively.

"Faye!" I heard behind me, turning to see Desmond running up to me. I couldn't help but smile as he made his efforts to catch up with me.

"Yes, Desmond?" I answered as he stopped, now standing at my side.

"Let me walk you home." he offered.

I smiled, brushing my hair aside, "Aren't you tired?" I asked as we continued to walk down the alleyway.

He shrugged, "I'm used to being awake for most of the night. Besides, I thought you wanted to do an interview with me." he said, nudging me with his elbow.

"I wouldn't mind that." I said, blushing for a few seconds. We made our way out of the alley and crossed the empty street, heading down the street on the sidewalk.

"So, are you ever going to stop wearing contacts?" he laughed, causing me to frown a little.

"My eyes aren't normal, so no."

"There's nothing wrong with them, Faye. I still think they're beautiful."

I looked up at him, unsure of how to respond. I always felt different for having heterochromia—in my case, one green eye and one blue. At least Desmond saw past them. Then again, we basically grew up together, or spent seven years living in the same compound—if I chose to look at it in a more factual way.

He wrapped his arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer to him as we walked, we didn't speak very much, but it was a comfortable silence. I put my hand on his and he tangled his fingers with mine. I wondered what he was thinking about: if he was just enjoying the moment or reminiscing as I was.

We never walked like this when we were younger, but all of our free time before curfew was spent together. I wondered how our lives would have been if he stayed on the farm. Then again, it probably would have ended much more tragically than what we had now. For some reason, I could see Desmond somehow getting killed if he had remained with us, or even if he were to fall back into the Order, which didn't seem likely at all.

We entered my building and took the elevator up to the fourth floor. His arm was still around me and I was feeling increasingly nervous as we neared my apartment door. What would I do when we got there? Would we say goodbye and part ways for the night? The situation began to feel rather awkward. Uncertainty wasn't a feeling that I was used to. I was used to my confidence and, frankly, somewhat self-righteous behaviour.

I grabbed my keys from my handbag, opening the door and stepping inside. I looked back to see him leaning against the door frame. He kept looking at me, a soft smile on his lips, but remained silent. I stood there, unsure of what to do. He took my hand, kissing the top of it while his eyes remained on mine. I didn't let go of his hand at that point. Instead, I led him inside to my living room, sitting on the sofa and he sat next to me. Considering my intentions, my mind couldn't help but wander into our past.

Flashback…

"There will be severe consequences if they catch us out here past curfew, Desmond." I reminded him, swiftly following his quiet movements through the guarded compound.

"They won't, Meg," he hissed, "Relax."

He led us into the abandoned building we tended to visit when we wanted peace and quiet from our Mentor, sneaking inside with ease. Usually, we'd visit after mid-day meals or after supper before it was time to check in for the night, but we'd never done this at night before. He held me, leading me around any objects that I could trip over and cause any noise and alert the guards, since he was able to see in a way very few could. I wasn't sure why we were sneaking in here at this hour, especially considering that we had a physical exam to do in several hours.

He let go of me and I heard shuffling, my eyes finally adjusting to the dark lighting to see what was going on. As he stood up, I looked up at him, "Well, now that we're here, would you mind explaining to me why—"

He cut me off, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into a kiss. Despite my initial shock, I embraced him and sank into his arms, my lips quivering from the passion between us. I loved Desmond for so many years. I knew that he had some feelings for me based on what had transpired earlier that day, but I didn't know that he would go to such an extent to let me know how he truly felt.

The intensity of what was transpiring was overwhelming; more than two young teenagers could fully comprehend.

We broke off the kiss and I looked into his eyes illuminated by the moonlight, "Desmond," I whispered.

"Meghan," he spoke softly, pressing his lips to mine once more as he lowered us to the floor.

I prepared myself for the sting of the cold stone floor, but was pleasantly surprised to feel his sweater on the ground to make this warmer for us. I kept looking at him, now hovering over me. His hand found its way to my cheek. I moved my face into his touch, feeling his soft lips against my neck.

I was honestly excited. Not just the excitement two teenagers get when they're about to lie with each other, but the situation surrounding the moment as well: he and I hiding out in an abandoned building with guards patrolling the area in the middle of the night and the fact that we could be caught at any moment. It was thrilling. It seemed like the perfect moment. Then again, it was the only way we could have been together in such away.

"I've been crazy about you since the day you arrived here, Meg." he admitted to me.

I smiled, running my fingers through his hair, "You weren't alone in those feelings, Des." I confessed, lifting my head up to meet his lips with mine, wrapping my arms around him.

Piece-by-piece, our clothing was removed and added to our makeshift bedding until there was nothing left but us. I braced myself for what was to come as I felt his erection against me. Fear began to accompany my excitement. I felt his lips trembling against mine, both our breaths unstable. Was he frightened as well?

"Y-you'll be mine forever, right, Meg?" he asked in a nervous tone.

"Always, Desmond. I was always yours." I said, biting my lip as he began to press himself into me. When he finally penetrated me, I would have screamed if he didn't capture my lips with his.

I felt the pain in the pit of my stomach, but after a while, it began to slowly subside. Even though there was still pain, the ensuing pleasure took precedence.

We looked into each others eyes as our breathing slowly became heavier and I couldn't help but speak the words that overwhelmed my thoughts every time I saw him or thought of him.

"I love you..."

"So, what do you want to know about college kids?" he asked with a chuckle.

I couldn't help but laugh nervously, looking at him, "You know I don't care about that, Desmond."

"Oh?" he said with a smile, wrapping his arm around me once more and moving closer. Again, we were in silence. We kept looking at each other and I instinctively reached out to run my thumb along his jawline before resting my hand on his shoulder, "You're so beautiful, Meghan." he spoke softly.

"You're still as handsome as ever, Desmond." I whispered. I was anxious. I wasn't sure what to do at this point. It seemed that I didn't have to know what to do, either.

Desmond pressed his lips against mine. I became flooded with so many emotions, but the one thing I knew with absolute certainty was that I wanted him. I desired him.

[xxx]

As the passion between us grew, he wrapped his arms around me, my hand gently on the side of his neck as my other hand rested on his shoulder. His grip on my waist tightened as we continued and I began to relieve him of his sweater, standing up to lead him to my bedroom. As I closed the door, he pressed me against the wall, kissing me once more. I wrapped my arms around his neck as we moved toward the bed and he set me down gently.

He removed my shirt and unhooked my bra, slowly pushing me to lie down. He suckled my breasts as he undid my pants, pulling them down and kissed down my stomach as he removed my thong as well, pulling my heels off to completely rid me of my clothing. He pressed his lips between my legs, his soft, wet tongue swirling in circles, pleasuring my clitoris.

I instinctively ran my fingers through his slightly grown out hair, gripping what I could of it as he slid a finger inside of me, curling it within and causing me to move my hips against his mouth. He slipped another finger in, continuing his motions as his other hand gripped my inner thigh to give himself better access.

Once he was done, I stood up, pulling off his clothing as quickly as I could, undoing his pants button and zipper. I lowered to my knees in front of him, looking up into his eyes as I massaged his erection through his boxers before slowly lowering them to grip his shaft. I looked at him as I gently covered his member with my mouth, moving my tongue across the head of his cock. Slowly, I took more of him into my mouth and he gripped my hair, moving his hips back and forth as I pleasured him.

He stopped me, lifting me up and placing me on the bed, getting on top of me after shedding his pants and boxers from around his ankles and kissing me passionately. His arms wrapped around me as he rubbed himself against my centre, driving me wild and causing me to run my nails against his body. He smiled and I realized he was teasing me before he finally pressed the tip against me. He held it as he continued to apply force before finally slipping inside of me.

I gasped as he thrust himself into me, gripping his shoulder and hair as he kissed my neck and continued pushing into me. I wrapped my legs around him, grinding my hips against him every time he pressed his hips into mine, causing us both to moan out.

"Don't stop," I ordered him, looking into his eyes.

He moaned, "Fuck," pressing his lips to mine as we ravaged each other.

He flipped us over, placing me on top and I had to hold myself above him slightly once remembering that the full length of him pressing into me always caused pain.

I looked at him as he bit his lip, feeling rather proud of himself for being so well endowed, "I still don't think I—"

He gripped my hips, lifting himself to thrust into me and causing me to scream out, leaning forward to kiss him as he continued his movements. I moaned out, my pitch heightening as a surge of electrifying ecstasy washed over my entire body.

"God, Meg," he moaned out, clenching his teeth as he began to move faster. He plunged into me over and over again until his movements ceased, burying himself into me as he held me down before relaxing. He wrapped his arms around me, kissing me softly despite our breathing being erratic, my body still tingling from our love-making.

[xxx]

After a while, I rolled off of him, resting my head on his shoulder and caressing his cheek, "I missed you so much." I admitted to him.

"I always thought about you," he replied, causing me to look at him in disbelief, "What?" he asked.

"You're lying, Des." I smiled.

He lifted his hand, seeming confused by my response, "Why would I lie about that, Meg?"

"Because," I began to explain, "If you truly missed me, you wouldn't have broken your promise."

Flashback…

"Desmond! Don't go! Don't leave me!" I yelled, heartbroken, angry, terrified and so many other emotions that I couldn't fully understand surging through me.

"I can't stay in this fucking hell hole anymore, Meghan! There's a whole world out there for me, for us, to see!" he reasoned with me, continuing forward.

"Take me with you, then!" I demanded, "You can't just leave me here like this!"

He turned to look at me, a stoic expression on his face, "I can't."

I looked at him, disappointed in his response to my request, "Why the hell not?!"

He held my cheek in his hand, "If anything happens to you, I'll never forgive myself."

"I'll never forgive myself for letting you go alone! Nothing will happen to me!" I kept trying to either change his mind or let him bring me along.

"It's not that simple, Meghan." he said, staying adamant in his decision.

"You're just going to leave me here like this?! You're an asshole, Desmond!" I screamed, immediately regretting my words as he turned around and embraced me.

"I'll come back for you, Meg." he spoke gently, looking at me, "I promise."

"Don't make promises you can't keep," I reminded him, breaking down in his arms.

He pressed me against the gate and kissing me passionately. The moment didn't last long enough. He wiped my tears away, "I love you, forever."

I cried, trying to stifle my emotions, "Forever..."

I couldn't watch as he breached the gate. I couldn't watch him run away from me and out of my reach. I ran to the abandoned building, forcing myself against a corner and cried as quietly as I could as I heard guards yelling, searching for Desmond while our parents called out an order to pursue him.

He never came back for me.

"You can't be serious right now." he spoke.

I propped myself up with my elbow, "You made a promise you couldn't keep, that's all I'm saying."

"Well, we still found each other regardless of that, didn't we?" he reasoned.

I kept quiet. He was right. It was different now. We were both free from judgment and free to be with each other, to love each other in a way we couldn't were we still on 'The Farm'.

"Yes, we did." I smiled, lying back down and wrapping my arm around him.

"Everything is okay now, Meg," he spoke, "I promise."

"Desmond." I spoke, furrowing my eyebrows.

He laughed, "Okay, okay."

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