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A/N: Surprise! Here's another one-shot that took me by surprise when the idea suddenly popped into my head when I was left to wait at Gilly Hicks when my sister went to pay.
It's a bit more sexual, but not too hardcore and somewhat sweet.

"Just say it 'cause I know you're thinking it."
-Unknown

Annoyed by the rowdy crowd of adults discussing useless matters, all getting a little tipsy, he decided to leave. It was pointless to stay anyway, the party was designed for the old geezers who owned great influential authority over the market. There was no room for his ability that deemed to only work on charming the female body. Nobody seemed to care when he politely declared his leave since their attention wholly focused on the free alcohol. Passing by his parents, his mother and him exchanged curt nods, allowing his dismissal.

He ascended the white marble spiral stairs, along the hallway, turned once and lingered by the door frame, trying to send signals of his presence to the person in the room. Acknowledging the fact that he was being unheard, he sauntered soundlessly behind the girl who was completely mesmerized by the technology machine. He peered over her shoulder, silently observing the quick motion of her fingers tapping away on the laptop. The brunette was clearly talking to her girlfriend, her beloved best friend, as always. Sometimes he felt she loved her even more than him, which was a lot to say considering everyone adored him. Being in second place felt like being the first loser, something he didn't take well to his ego.

Completely oblivious to the male lad behind her, she continued on chatting on her instant messenger as if she had her own privacy. Her buddy was having one of her rage rants, complaining about the restaurant she dined at didn't have any crab roe, her penchant. She inwardly giggled, thinking it was silly to get so worked up about some food. And out of nowhere, another IM popped up on her desktop, behind the chat box she was talking on. It blinked excessively in orange until she clicked on it and her blood stopped cold. Without bothering to recognize the screen name, she skimmed over the sinful remark. "I know you want your brother."

The two stopped breathing all together, the female overwhelmed, frozen as if being caught red handed while the crimson eye candy was caught in anticipation of how she would respond. She puffed up her painted cherry cheeks and hastily typed a reply. "I don't want him, that's ridiculous!"

His blood pools narrowed directly on those provocative words that meant to challenge him. "Are you sure about that?" he muttered darkly, his lips at the rim of her ear, breath tickling the tiny hairs on it.

She fell forward, shrieking a tiny cry as her arms collapsed on the cover of the laptop. Whatever was revealed on the screen was slammed shut behind the fold. "W-what are you doing here? Get out!" she ordered, face flushed in embarrassment.

Instead of obeying, he grabbed her by the wrist and swiftly whipped her to the carpet floor, his body hovering over hers. Locks of raven fell over his forehead, some covering the intense heat exuding from his gaze. He cocked his head slightly, just enough till his eyes locked on her hazel ones. "Not until you take back what you said," he stated, all the while drawing nearer and nearer to her lips after enunciating each word.

The words registered well in her brain, but she was too involved in the thrilling moment to take action and there was no way she could admit something so unholy. Her heart hammered so hard against her ribcage she was so sure the organ would just burst from her body. His lips poised over hers, so close they were literally intaking the hot oxygen they were exhaling. "Come on, stop playing around," she said nervously, giving him a push.

Fueled by determination, his mouth only began to graze from her mouth to her neck, trailing his breath on her skin. Her breathing grew shallow, and her body was buzzing crazily with hormones. His left hand weaved its way under her plain tee towards her bra strap whilst his orifice moved south to her shirt. His teeth clamped on the fabric, his bottom lip brushing the strip of her stomach as he pulled it up and with a split second movement of his busy hand, the hooks came apart.

She could feel the tingly sensation devour her pelvis area, unable to control the excitement no matter how wrong the situation appeared. His pheromones overflowed from his being, entrancing her into stupor. But the biological voices calling their names from the level below to come sent a chilling fear to her core, though it didn't stop him. She stammered his name, barely able to get the syllables out.

"Say it," he murmured alluringly, his other free hand fingering the material of the soft pastel boxers she was wearing.

She knew what he wanted, but the words wouldn't pass her lips. They couldn't be voiced, especially when their parents were calling them. "Stop, stop!" she hissed fiercely, but he reached in, tracing the outline of her lacy undergarment. Her hearing sensory channeled the voices drawing closer, and she gave in, spitting out, "I-I want you."

"Say it like you mean it."

She sucked in a mouthful of air, holding it, at war with herself. Pride or letting them see that her relation was doing something highly inappropriate? His hand descended the length of her thigh, creating a series of goosebumps along the skin. She finally released the breath, and placed a hand on either side of his head, forcing him to look at her red hot face. "I really want you, okay?" she shouted, blurting it out from passionate anger.

He breathed out a soft laugh, latched the hook of her bra back on and rose to his original position. "I know," he smiled, and leaned down, pressing his lips to her forehead.

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Sorry for any grammar mistakes, I didn't really edit this yet since it's one in the morning, and I just typed this.