Authors Note: All things Twilight belong to Stephenie Meyer, I just make them dance. Not so long wait for this update *flirting with readers/reviewers* Thanks to all you who reviewed, you are both an inspiration and a motivation. Fair warning, this gets steamy. It have made me unsure if it's still T rating, but if I go by Breaking Dawn and the honeymoon stuff, it should be OK. Next chapter will not be up until next weekend (hopefully, my 'real' life is intruding very much on my writing time) and, well, I hope you enjoy this, I know I did...

beta: Lacrema
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Chapter 4

Seth

Song played: Iris by Goo Goo Dolls

As I came out of the bathroom, I noticed that she had cleared the table of all the empty buckets, leaving them in the sink for the next day. No more leftovers. I hadn't been able help myself, I'd been so hungry and it had all been really good. I'd refrained from licking the bowls, though. Almost. The one with the blueberry pie destroyed my resolve to be civilized. She just laughed at me, delighted that I liked it so much; apparently she had made it.

The door to the next room was open, so I slowly walked in. There was not much furniture in the room, just a shabby little couch, a low table in front of it, a TV, a few plants and a weirdly placed bookshelf. She stood in front of it, fiddling with the stereo placed there, her hair glowing red under the yellow light from the lamp next to the shelf. She looked at me with the faintest of smiles tugging the left corner of her mouth.

"So, do you dance or just watch?"

The question took me by surprise, no one had ever asked me that before. "I think I'm more of a watcher, why?"

"Just a thought, not many people pay to get into a club just to watch..."

"I didn't pay."

She eyed me curiously, but with a hint of annoyance, too.

"Was that why Hugh was talking to you?"

I recognized the name of my new boss and also realized that she must have seen me before our eyes met. "No. We were discussing me becoming a part of the staff."

"Oh..."

She lowered her gaze, cheeks blushing, and looked totally adorable. Then she straightened up, skidded over to me and grabbed my hand, pulling me to the middle of the room. I had no idea what her intention was, but I happily obeyed. She was touching me, and I was in heaven.

"Well, that means there will be no chance of dancing with you later, and since I didn't get a last dance at the club, you are going to give me that here and now." She let go of my hand and turned to the stereo, picking up a small device, clicking it swiftly.

"What's that?"

"My Ipod. It's hooked up to the stereo, so I can play whatever song I want."

"Why don't you just turn the radio on and we'll dance to the first thing that plays?" I wasn't too eager to hear what her perfect last dance song was. Then I would just imagine all the guys she must have danced to it with.

"OK, works for me," she shrugged her shoulders and pushed a few buttons on the console.

Soft music streamed from the speakers, growing silent after a few notes. She came up to me and placed her arms on my shoulders and smiled at me as I just stood there. She let out a giggle and had to lift my hand and place it at her own waist before I snapped out of the trance her hands on my body had put me into. I quickly followed with the other hand. The music started with a few soft tones, and she slowly started to move. I did my best to follow her body, not wanting it to lose contact with mine. I felt a rush of emotions, hot emotions, crash through my veins, and I tried to concentrate on the lyrics as they began.

And I'd give up forever to touch you,
Cause I know that you feel me somehow.
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be,
And I don't want to go home right now.

She leaned her head against me, resting it in the middle of my chest. I had to fight against the urge to bend down and kiss the top of her head. I better not scare her away now that I finally had her in my arms. I felt her body moving in rhythm with the slow beat, her hair whisking over my hands on her back. I tried to ignore how my body reacted to touching hers like this, but in the end I had to resort to drastic measures, conjuring up the picture of Leah that Embry had at the top of his mind ever since he 'accidentally' caught her phasing, again. It worked like magic. I was once again free to just dive into her scent, her presence, her hands on my body...


And all I can taste is this moment,
And all I can breathe is your life,
Cause sooner or later it's over,
I just don't want to miss you tonight.

Her hands on my body... they were not just on my shoulders now, they were wrapped around my neck and our bodies touched from where her head met my chest down to my knees. Well, I never thought I'd live to see the moment when I wished the image of my naked sister would stay in my head longer. I was wrong.


And I don't want the world to see me,
Cause I don't think that they'd understand.
When everything's made to be broken,
I just want you to know who I am.

I marveled over the fact that a random song on the radio could be so dead on for the way I felt about her. Her head was still against my chest and I felt her lips move, she was softly singing along to the music. When the song finally ended and she slowly, almost regretfully, unwrapped herself from me, she smiled at me like all the stars in the sky combined. She reached up on her tippy-toes and gave me a peck on the cheek, then blushed and stepped away from me. I reached for her. If she did that, it had to mean I could, too.

But before I touched her, she motioned with her hand towards the kitchen, "Eh... I... eh... I need to go to the bathroom... sorry..." and skidded out of the room.

OK, that was awkward. I stood on the middle of the floor where she left me for a while, trying to decide what to do. I finally decided to try out the sofa; it was small but looked comfortable enough. As I walked over, I wondered how she could skid on this floor, it wasn't smooth at all. I sat down and sunk into the pillows, my knees touching the table. Well, the furniture wasn't made or arranged with werewolves in mind. The music still streamed softly from the radio, but I payed no attention to it, my mind was elsewhere.

When Red re-entered the room she walked softly, more controlled, and sat herself on the table, one leg on each side of my knees. She seemed pleased with something-- smug, even-- so I asked her what was going on.

Her answer was filled with giggles. "Eum, just... how do you intend to get out of there?" She tilted her head towards me, sunk down as I was.

"Oh, I'm sure I can manage, one way or another. And if not, then I'll just have to pull you in with me," I teased her, grabbing her hand and tugging it lightly. She dropped forward, resting her forearms on my knees, her hair falling around her like curtains. Seth! Hello! Her eyes are IN HER FACE!!! Look at them! NOW! Before you make a fool of yourself! I heard my better self scolding me, but there was nothing I could do, it was hypnotic. My eyes just pulled to the view a little below their intended destination. She let out another giggle and I knew she had caught my stare. But she didn't seem angry, even though I thought girls always got angry if you stared at their boobs. I tugged her hand a little harder.

"You're just a big tease. You know that, right?" She bobbed her head quickly a few times, trying to muffle the giggles that were causing her body to ripple and her chest to heave.

"Oh, just get over here!" I leaned forward and lifted her from the table and up on my legs, into my lap. Oh, great plan Seth... I had an ever better view now. Sunk down into the cushions as I was, her chest was right in front of my face. But I forgot all the marvels of her body as she leaned down and placed her lips softly, ever so softly, against mine.

My mind went blank. There was no second-self telling me what to do. All I could think, smell, feel, comprehend was Red.

"What did you say?" her lips didn't leave mine, and I realized I had said her name out loud.

"Um, Red?"

"Why, what does it mean?" Her hands were in my hair now, tugging it a little, pulling my face closer. Her hair was shielding us from the world.

"You."

"So, I'm Red?"

"Yeah." I had my hands all over her back now, slowly caressing every curve that I could reach.

"If you're calling me by my hair color, then I'm calling you Fluff..." She tugged my mane a little harder and nibbled my lip. I was losing my mind, she was driving me crazy! I had just imprinted-- I should have to struggle. It shouldn't be this easy. Not even Jared had it this easy-- Kim had made him wait, even though she was head over heels in love with him, just to make sure he wasn't trying to play her. God, what was I suppose to do? She was here, in my arms, wanting the same thing I did, obviously. She eased herself closer to me and I felt her hands running down my sides. I took ahold of her waist, not so much to hold her as to stop her from coming closer. If she did, I wasn't sure if I'd be able to stop myself. As her fingers touched the skin on my stomach (wait, when did she pull up my shirt?), I froze. This had to end, now.

"Red..." I let out a long held breath. Her hands didn't stop.

"Yes, Fluff?" There was a playful tone to her voice, her hands now stroking my stomach muscles.

"Please stop." It hurt me more than I could imagine to say those words. Both because I didn't want her to stop and because she was obviously enjoying herself.

"Why?" She let her hands slide upwards, towards my chest.

"I... because..." How was I supposed to get my point across? To tell her I wanted to but shouldn't? That I wasn't sure this was what she really wanted and not just something she did because she thought it would please me?

"Verbal much?" She mocked me as she nibbled my lips and let her tongue trace the very edge of my mouth.

"Red... please..." She reluctantly stopped and leaned back a little. Damn, would it kill her to wear a hoodie or whatever that would cover up her chest? It was very distracting. VERY distracting.

"So, you wanted me to stop so that you could look at my boobs, instead? Fine." She put her hands at the hem of her top and I felt a shiver run through my body when I realized what she was about to do. I caught her hands before they had lifted the fabric even an inch.

"No, it's not like that. We can't continue this." She leaned forward again, kissing my forehead, giving me a very close look at certain parts of her body.

"How come?" Why didn't she just leave it at that? Oh, right, maybe my hands caressing her rear end or my eyes ogling her chest had something to do with it. I decided to be honest, steadying myself for the laughter that might come if I hadn't interpreted her actions correctly.

"Eh... I.. donhaveanycondoms'kay." I said all the words as one, and as she stiffened in my arms I braced myself for impact.

"Oh."

What? That's it?

"Well, that doesn't really matter now, does it?" she answered with a hurt tone. Straightening up and swinging her left leg over my knees so that she was standing beside me, she turned and walked to the other side of the bookshelf.

I was sitting, well, more like laying, deflated in the couch. Whatever I expected, it wasn't this. I heard her muttering to herself, looking for something. Probably her phone, to call the cops on the creep that stalked her home.

I tried to sit up, better to leave before she got angry, only to realize why she had been so full of glee earlier. It was impossible to make a smooth exit out of this sofa. I was very comfortable, but still kinda stuck. I had just made it from laying to slouching when she came back around the shelf, braiding her hair behind her head. Did she do that just to flaunt her chest to me? As she swung her hair around to the front to continue, I saw she had something between her teeth. A hair band, I gathered, as she took it out and fastened the end of the waist long braid before she spoke.

She eyed me with a smile all over her face. "Impressive. I usually have to roll down on the floor to get out of it." She came up to me, and just as she seated herself on my knees, with her back to me, she threw a small package at my stomach. I gave it one look as I pulled her down towards my chest. Latex-free condoms.

"You just don't give up, do you?" I kissed the top of her head and once again cursed her shirt for giving me such a great view.

"Girls who give up don't get what they want," she purred as she twisted around in my arms to nibble my ear.