This one goes out to bookgirl for the request! (I'd actually written this about a week before I got the review- cue Twilight Zone theme.) Hope it's fluffy enough for you!
And has anyone read Terminal yet? I did, and I damn near died. But that's just me. I also talked to that Nook (I'm a cheater- I pre-order everything like crazy, and woke up at 6:37AM to read it. I am NOT a morning person.) waaay more than I talk to my friends in a week. And I hugged the Nook on several occasions, hoping that somehow my cuddle energy could travel into the book and touch Ben. I do that a lot as well.
Anyway, enough about me and my silly fantasies! This chapter will make a TON more sense if you've read Repressed, but I'll just go ahead and tell you the stuff you need to know:
1. Tory and Ben are together
2. Tory was shot, and has just recently gotten off her crutches
3. Cain is Ben's identical twin. They have a rocky relationship, and it's very awkward for the two of them.
4. Cain goes to a private boarding school in Florida, so he and Ben never see each other. Cain's just down for the summer.

On with the story!

Cain's Departure

We watched the waves in a long, peaceful silence. The feeling of her in my arms, right where she belonged, was incomparable to anything else. The way her hand lazily rubbed my thigh, the way her eyes were closed in content, the way her lips had formed a small smile, made my chest fill with emotion. She was mine. And that made me the luckiest guy to ever exist.

I pressed my lips to the top her head and left them there, breathing her in as she snuggled closer. I didn't know who moved first, but soon we were kissing, and her hands were on my chest, mine on her back.

"Hey, Dumbass!"

"Every single time," I groaned, pulling away. "Thank God he's leaving today."

She swatted me lightly with a giggle. "Don't be mean, Ben."

I gave her a look of mock innocence. "Whatever could you mean?"

Tory stood, and I did too, to make sure she didn't fall over or hurt her leg. Cain appeared in the distance and moved closer. I never realized how loud he could be. It was probably a necessary skill for him to have, considering he was captain of both the soccer and baseball teams. I could yell, too, but preferred not to. I wasn't the type.

"I'm leaving in about five minutes," he said, adjusting his bag. "Figured I should say goodbye to my future sister-in-law."

We both turned red. "Not funny," I said.

"Wasn't supposed to be." He dropped the duffel entirely and opened his arms. "A hug before I go back to hell?"

"Isn't Champion a Christian school?" I asked, crossing my arms and giving him a don't you dare touch her look.

"Exactly. The last thing I need is someone shoving religion down my throat. Anyway. Tory?"

She smiled at him. "How about a handshake?"

He nodded, as if considering a business proposition. "I suppose I can settle for that." I stiffened as the gesture was exchanged, no matter how innocent it was. "But I think it's only fair to warn you. Dearest Benny and I are the fourth generation of twins on Mom's side."

"Goodbye, Cain," I snapped.

He looked over at me and the smirk faded. "You're not going to forget all about me, are you?"

"I wish."

Cain slugged my shoulder lightly. "There you go. Be strong for your baby brother. I can handle it, don't worry. I'm devastated too." He wiped away a fake tear.

I just rolled my eyes. "Yes, I am simply dying on the inside."

Tory giggled. "We can at least walk you to the car. Right, Ben?"

She had me cornered. "Sure, I guess."

"Yeesh, squelch the enthusiasm." Cain picked up the bag and started towards the houses. We followed behind.

He tossed his bag in the back and turned to me. "So Dad's gonna drive me to Mom's and they're going to take me to the airport from there. He'll probably be back in about an hour or so. Enjoy the freedom."

"I plan to."

Cain nodded, eyes lingering on the ground for half a second too long. "So this is it, huh?"

"I'm going to leave you two alone for a few minutes. I'm sure Tom needs help with the luggage." With that, she scampered to my house.

"Hey, no lifting!" I called after her. "Your leg, remember?"

"She'll be fine. She's strong."

I shook my head. "I still worry." Then I made a face when I realized that I'd said it out loud.

"So, Ben, I just wanted to say-"

"Don't." I met his eyes. "Seriously. I don't need to hear it."

He studied me for a second, then smiled. "I was just going to tell you that Tory will probably leave you pretty soon. Girls have always preferred me."

"The only reason she'd leave would be to guarantee she won't end up related to you," I snapped.

"Dumbass."

"Jockstrap."

Dad came out with the suitcase, Tory behind him, toting a smaller bag. I knew she'd refuse to let me carry it for her, so I didn't even try.

"You two said goodbye yet?" Dad asked as he got into the passenger's seat. Cain climbed into the driver's side.

"Yes," he answered, and looked at me. "I'll see you next year."

"Kill me now."

He laughed. "Never change, Dumbass."

"I pity your roommates and teachers, Jockstrap."

"I always knew you cared." He started the car and drove away. I watched as it disappeared, then turned to Tory.

"You wanna go inside?"

"Will you miss him?" she asked instead of answering.

"Hell, no."

She smiled. "I think I will."

"Why?" I felt myself stiffen. If I flared now, I could probably catch the car and hit him. Tory shrugged, taking my hand.

"Because if he hadn't been here to insult you, I never would've defended you by saying you were my boyfriend." The grin grew. I was certain there was a sick part of her that enjoyed my discomfort, however small. "We owe our relationship to him."

I scoffed. "We don't owe him anything."

She bit her lip. "Yeah, we kinda do."

"No, we don't. God, I cannot believe we're actually arguing about this."

"You're right. We shouldn't be." Tory gave me a quick kiss. "Let's make up."

I found myself smirking despite the slight irritation. "You are so random, you know that?"

"It's the heat."

"My place has air conditioning."

She headed for the porch. "What are we going to do for an hour? It's been so long since we've had that much free time at once."

"I can think of a few things." I opened the door.

"We could always have a pillow fight. Or build a fort out of blankets."

Only if we could go inside of it and make out when we're done.

Stupid brain.

"Oh! Or we could get a head start on our homework for this year! What would you like to study?"

The female body.

She turned once we got inside. She was still being sarcastic. "So what'll it be, sailor? Checkers? Chess? A movie?"

I stepped forward, taking her face in my hands, pressing my lips to hers passionately. We kissed for a few seconds before I pulled away.

"Did I ever mention that I love your ideas?" she whispered. "Because I really, really do."

"I have another one."

"Mmm?" She leaned up for another kiss. I gave her a chaste one before leading her up to my room, shutting the door. We sat on the bed and kissed for a long time before she lay back, pulling me down with her. We stayed on our sides as our lips moved together needily. "I've missed this," she said when we broke for air.

"Me too." I pulled her back in for more. I had no clue when we'd get another break like this, and I planned to enjoy it as much as possible.


I heard the car door slam and sighed. Not now,a part of me thought. Of all the times he could have come home, why now?

That was a clear sign to me that my self-control was slipping, so it was probably for the best.

"Hmm?" Tory half-whimpered, hands still in my hair. My face had been buried in her neck, teasing the very sensitive flesh there. My own hands were where they probably shouldn't have been, but she hadn't complained yet.

"Shh," I whispered, pulling away. "My old man's home. We have to be quiet." And we have to calm down. My shoulders were shaking with desire, and she had only just stopped moving against me. The more time we spent kissing like this, the more our willpower slipped. I'd always thought that it would be the opposite, like we'd build up a resistance to it.

Nope. She still makes me crazy.

She sat up, fixing the straps on her tank top. They, along with the straps of her bra, had slid down her arms. Not that I minded. Her skin was so soft and kissable; I'd spend so much time just learning her if I could.

"Let's go upstairs," Tory whispered, standing. "There's a TV up there, right?"

I nodded and led her to the studio, sitting down on the couch and pulling her down next to me. I turned it on just as the front door opened. Tory snuggled into my side, underneath my arm. I flipped through the channels before settling on an old 50's horror movie marathon.

Dad poked his head in just when we got comfortable. "There you are," he muttered.

"Yeah."

He glanced at the television, then looked at Tory. They exchanged a brief greeting. "Are you two hungry? Do you want any lunch?"

Tory shook her head. "I'm fine. Ben?"

"Me too. Maybe later."

Dad left after a few more moments, leaving the door cracked. "Well that was awkward," she mumbled.

"Tell me about it." I turned to face her. "So where were we?" When she smiled, her silent way of giving me permission, I leaned in and resumed kissing her neck. Her arms wrapped around my neck and tightened when I added pressure. From there, I peppered her face with kisses.

"Ben," she sighed. "What's gotten into you?"

I pulled away. "What?"

She bit her lip. "You're just so affectionate today."

Was I? I didn't think I was treating her any differently than usual. "I am?"

"Yes. I mean, you usually only kiss my neck for a few seconds at a time." She reddened slightly. "And I sound like a creep for knowing something like that."

"No, you don't. Do you want me to stop?"

Tory shook her head. "I actually really like it. But, um, you're my first boyfriend, and I've never been touched in this way before we started dating." An uneasy laugh. "I enjoy learning with you, though."

"Me, too."

She grinned and captured my lips in a long kiss.

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