"FUCK!"

That was the last thing Rose thought would wake her, but it sure was a good alarm. Jumping up, she pulled the stake from her nightstand and stood up, taking in her surroundings. What she saw was a normal-looking room with a dresser, a king-sized bed, and a little black-headed Christina sleeping underneath the covers of her crib. Where the hell had the sound come from then?

"CRAP!" yelled the…someone again. "HOW…" followed by a THUMP! and a "DAMN IT!"

"Now what?" moaned Rose, wondering how after someone had yelled so much her daughter could still be soundly asleep?

Deciding to check on what had actually happened, Rose went to the door, slowly opening it and peeked out. To her surprise, she found two guardians…no, four! standing right outside her door and another one right next to hers. Could it be…?

CRAP! So it hadn't been a dream, after all…so he had found her again! Nothing would make him leave her…yet, she couldn't help but feel relieved – no matter how much he'd done to her, against every single rule about love that she had created for herself when she was 12, she still loved him. She knew sooner or later she was going to pay for that love…but for now, it seemed okay to love him…without letting him know.

So she quietly snuck into the next room, and, since no one stopped her, she knew that she had hit the jackpot.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck….when the fuck did this happen?" she now knew that this was Christian's voice. Her heart leapt as she recognized his voice, but she stopped herself in time. She took a couple moments to relax and, making sure that her expression gave away nothing, she went into the bathroom, where she'd heard the sounds coming from.

What she found was quite amusing. Christian…was that Christian? The blond male standing next to her?

"What?" he saw her and looked at her, wondering where the hell she'd come from.

"What did you do to your hair?" she asked, trying not to pay attention to the fact that he was wearing boxers and nothing else.

"I dyed, it okay? I'm trying to scare the hell out of the kids on Halloween." He took one look at himself in the mirror and groaned.

"That would be a great idea, yet they'd laugh more than cry out of fright." With that she couldn't help it, she started laughing.

"Ha-ha. How funny. I just love your sense of humor, Rose." He took a toothbrush from the sink and started brushing his teeth fiercely.

"You're going to have to go to the dentist instead of to the barber shop if you keep on going that way." She took his toothbrush and threw it in the sink, where I'm afraid it stayed…for the rest of the morning.

"Give it back!" he murmured under his breath, but she stood in front of the sink and shook her head. He was going to have to lift her or something to get it back.

She laughed and took his hairbrush, starting to brush her hair.

Suddenly, something changed. His eyes got all dark; the blue ocean suddenly became stormy. He slowly closed the door and…crap, did he just lock it?

Fuck. What now?

"You know, you're so sexy now…you're hard to resist, especially with your hair down and all brushed."

Her hand was still holding the hairbrush, but now her whole body had frozen. It was like the room was filled with testosterone and she couldn't help but…like it.

"I'm…going to close my eyes now and when I open them you'll be gone." she said.

She closed them tightly and she left them like that for a couple seconds, giving him time to re-think and simply leave. She didn't hear the door opening, but she still hoped for the best. When she opened her eyes…she gasped in surprise.

He was standing right there, but this time he was closer to her, their noses almost touching. When had he gotten so sneaky?

She looked into his eyes, but she was no longer drowning. His eyes were almost black and she felt the panic spread through her body, just like yesterday when he'd chased her. This was no longer about love, like yesterday. He wasn't going to wait for her and keep it at a slow pace, until she actually said yes. This time it was about needs. And she wondered how long he hadn't had sex. She remembered that he got into moods where he got all horny and could think of nothing but sex.

Crap, crap, crap! Couldn't he wait until…she'd left with Christina and then find a hooker or something? She immediately regretted the fact that she'd stayed in the hotel the whole night. She should have just waited until everyone fell asleep and then left. Why did she have to be stupid on the worst moments ever?

He pulled her close to himself and looked into her eyes.

"I know...you don't…but, please…"

This was actually the first time he'd asked her if she wanted to sleep with him.

Her heart and body screamed YES! But her mind was a little wiser. She remembered what had happened the last time she had had casual sex with him – the consequence was in the other room, still sleeping in her crib. Did she want a second child? Heck yeah! But…not from him. And definitely not now.

So why did she feel like she wanted him so badly, even though she knew it was wrong? He was like the great fruit in the garden Adam and Eve had gotten into. What was that saying? The forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest. That was it.

She ignored her mind that was screaming ARE YOU NUTS? and nodded, although it was barely visible.

That was all that Christian had needed to hear, and, honestly, she wasn't sure he would have left her had she really said no.

He spread her legs quickly and pressed her body against his even more, if that was possible. She moaned as she felt him harden against her. Heck, he was so big; she could feel everything even through the clothes.

His lips found hers and, just like they'd wanted to yesterday, they kissed. There was no romance in this kiss, but there was need – physical, not mental. They both moaned as their tongues met and they started a battle of who can make the kiss more intense. Their eyes closed, they let themselves feel the other's closure completely. As they kept on kissing, Christian kept on thinking of sex, and Rose…well, she couldn't think of anything. As usual, Christian Ozera had managed to make her forget everything.

He lifted her from the sink and she wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers digging into his skin at the back of his neck. Her legs circled his waist, leaving him in a position in which he could have gotten out of, which, believe me, he didn't want to get out of at all. It did make it a little harder for him to take off her clothes, yet he managed to pull the straps off of her shoulders down to her shoulders, exposing her cleavage.

His lips left hers and she moaned in disappointment, but soon moaned again with pleasure. He laid her down on the floor and his lips found their way to her neck slowly, but surely moving his way down to her cleavage.

"Don't…stop…" she whispered, though that was unneeded. He wasn't planning to.

His head kept on going down long after he'd reached her cleavage, but he still left her nightgown on. Slowly, he bit on her nipple through the fabric and she moaned louder than before. Her nipples hardening, he kept on going down, until he reached her stomach, where he lifted her nightgown, exposing her panties. He slowly ran his tongue from her ribs down to her belly button, where he bit the skin and made her freeze. So he hadn't forgotten what she loved. He had been playing with her and had discovered so many things about her body…she herself had discovered her sexuality thanks to him. But that had been a long time ago…when they were barely 17, and then 18. A lot of time had passed since then. And he definitely knew way more about sex now than he did then.

His hands, which had been on her shoulders the whole time, slid down to her exposed hips and he slowly pulled himself up, looking her in the eyes. She stared back at him, wonder and a bit of fright. So she wanted this, she just wasn't sure it was right. Now he figured it out.

He put his lips to her ear, biting the tip of it, sending electricity through her body.

"Don't worry, baby. I won't hurt you." he whispered.

She pulled his head up and looked into his eyes.

"I trust…you…" she whispered and he nodded understandingly.

They stood like that for a couple minutes, he looking at her face, she staring at his muscles in admiration. There was nothing left of the little boy she'd left. This body was all male with a hell of n erection slowly expanding more and more. Could he become bigger than he already was?

Finally, Christian did what she wanted and no longer dreaded. Her mind had already given up on the battle against his heart. His hands on her hips grabbed the nightgown and hungrily pulled it up to her shoulders. She stood up a bit, pressing her breasts against his chest, which made them both moan, yet also gave Christian a chance to pull the nightgown over her head. He threw it who knows where and put his hands on her breasts. Slowly, his fingers started massaging, making her widen her eyes and scream his name. Afraid that they might be heard, he pressed his lips against hers. She kissed him back and her hands went down to his boxers, pulling them down with one fast movement. He kicked his boxers out of the way and his lips found her neck again. This time his hands slid down even lower, to her panties, where they stayed, while his lips slowly found one of her nipples and started sucking on them. She gasped as his hands slowly started pulling her panties down. When he pulled them down to her ankles, she kicked them out of the way, and one of his hands started to move up to her ribcage and stopped at her free breast, grabbing it and massaging it carefully, yet passionately. She groaned, putting her hands in his hair, and started pulling. His eyes widened at the passion that she was showing. Was that the Rose that had let herself be controlled completely during sex? She had changed…a lot. Or, she wanted sex so much that she couldn't control herself. Whatever the reason, it made him act faster than he wanted to.

With the hand that was still on her hips, he quickly pulled two of his fingers inside her and she screamed in pain. That was in the beginning, but he suddenly realized what he'd done and started thrusting his fingers inside her slowly, until she'd gotten used to it. His lips were still on her nipple, but he was triumphant. She hadn't slept with anyone else after him!

His fingers still in her, he started going faster and felt the sweat that coming out of her body. She was starting to lose control. But he wasn't going to let her cum. He quickly pulled his fingers out of her and took away his hands and lips form her breasts.

"NO!" she screamed. "Go back, go back!"

Damn, she sounded desperate. He smiled at her.

"Nope." He shook his hands.

"Bastard." she said…in a loving sort of way. He smiled.

And then he pulled himself inside her.

She gasped and her fingers slid down to his arms, where she dug her nails deep into his skin. He was sure he would have scars and maybe even blood afterwards, but he didn't care.

He waited until she got used to him and then he started thrusting inside her, first slowly, but quickly picking up speed. They both started moaning in unison as he felt his orgasm come closer.

His hands got lost in her hair and they both looked each other in the eyes. What he saw in there turned him on even more, yet…it scared him. There was so much love in her eyes…it was just creepy. He'd never seen anything like it.

After a couple minutes, his speed was going so fast that both their bodies were moving incredibly fast, yet it was worth it, because a couple seconds later they moaned as they got their orgasm together.

He pulled himself out of her and fell on the floor beside her. She snuggled closer to him and he wrapped his arms around her. They were both breathing heavily in each other's ear.

"Fuck!" she said, trying to catch her breath.

"What…happened?" he asked, not really caring what she was going to say.

"I just…fucked….a…blondie…"