**I do not own House of Anubis! This is rated M for a reason. If you don't like it, don't read it!

This is my first fanfic ever. Be gentle.

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Sibuna!**

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Nina lay in bed, the covers pulled up to her chin. Every time she closed her eyes, she could see Fabian leaning towards her, his eyes fluttering closed as his lips connected with hers. She turned over, running her fingers softly against her lips. She could still taste him, could still taste the wintergreen minty taste on her mouth. She could still feel the chill of the air, could still feel his hands tangled in her hair, the nerves in her scalp tingling with the memory. Nina smiled to herself, listening at the sound of Amber's soft snoring across the room.

Nina was seconds from sleep, her eyes heavy, the smile still across her face when she heard a soft tap on her door. Her eyes flew open as she held her breathe, wondering if her mind had played tricks on her. tap...tap...tap Nina sat up, moving slowly to the door as the soft taps continued, the sound like the very tips of fingers barely tapping. Her heart racing, she unlocked the door, cracking it open.

Fabian stood there, staring at her, almost shocked that she had answered, shocked as if he didn't know where he was really or what he was doing. He raised his hand a little, a small wave at her. He was wearing a wrinkled gray band shirt and flannel lounge pants that hung low on his hips.

"Fabian? What are you doing here," she asked, her voice soft and husky with sleep. She stared at him, her eyes tracing his face.

"I just wanted to talk, to um...apologize...for earlier. I mean," he paused, running a nervous hand through his ruffled hair. Nina smiled at him, leaning her head against the door frame. "I mean, we really don't know each other much and there I go off, kissing you out of nowhere. Nina, I shouldn't have done that. It was presumptuous of me. I would like to get to know you," Fabian continued, fumbling over words a little. Nina's eyes widened, holding back a laugh.

"So, you wanted to apologize and get to know me at..." she paused, looking towards Amber's pink daisy clock, " 1a.m.? Really, Fabian," she said, shaking her head slightly. His face fell a little as she lightly scolded him, the smile still on her lips.

"Well, I guess I can go back to bed, let you sleep then. I just figured," he said, shrugging a little, "no time like the present, right?" He started backing off, shuffling slightly, dragging his bare feet against the carpet.

"Fabian, wait," Nina walked out into the hall, tugging slightly at her nightshirt, trying to cover her bare legs a little more. As she walked, the soft soft of her anklet tinkled in the night silence. Fabian's eyes fell to her foot, staring at the anklet, the silver flashing in the moonlight. Nina put her hand on Fabian's shoulder, stopping him.

"Come on, we can talk, get to know each other," she said, interlocking her fingers with his, pulling him gently toward the stairs. "We can go sit on the couch in the common room." They tiptoed down the stairs, the old aged wood groaning loudly, much louder than through the day. Nina covered her mouth, as if that would stifle the house sounds. Fabian laughed softly as Nina led them to the overstuffed couch, plopping down softly. Nina sat cross legged, , her night shirt shifting up her thighs slightly. Fabian sat next to her, also cross legged, facing her. Nina smiled, biting her lip as Fabian's eyes wandered down a little, quickly coming back up to her face. The moon shined in from the windows to their side, so half their faces were illuminated in a white glow. Nina saw Fabian's hand flinch a little, as if he wanted to raise it to her cheek, cupping it softly. She smiled at him, hoping he understood that she wanted him to, to touch her, to kiss her, to feel her. But no, Fabian dropped his hands to his lap, clenching them slightly.

"So, from America right," he asked. Nina smiled, nodding. "Yes, I live with my Gran, in Maine," she replied, going on to tell him about her life there, her old school and friends from back home.

"What about you? What is your story," Nina said, her fingers mindlessly rolling fuzz balls from the couch, picking and pulling at them as she focused on Fabian's face. His face lit up as he started talking about his life.

"Well, my parents live close by, 32 kilometers away...I guess that is 20 miles to you," he said, raising his eyebrows a bit. Nina shrugged, laughing softly. Fabian continued, "I have 1 older brother, Brad. He is married, has a son named Aiden. So, yeah, I'm an uncle." Nina felt the twinkles appear in her eyes as Fabian went on to talk about Aiden and the rest of his family. She held in the silly giggly laugh she could feel rolling in her throat.

They sat there talking,laughing for hours, as the sky started to lighten and the birds woke from their nests. Nina learned that Fabian loved to sing and played the guitar, something she knew from Amber. She told him about her love of writing, how she's wanted to become a writer since she was 6. He told her that he had turned 18 that past summer and that he was looking into attending university to become a music teacher. Nina mentioned she might want to travel, to see the world a bit more.

"Nina, can I ask you something," Fabian said, his face serious. Nina nodded, her fingers rolling the material quickly, nervously.

"Could you stop playing with my pants," he said, looking down at her hands. Nina had thought she was fumbling with the couch but had really been messing with Fabian's pants, pulling fuzz off of them. She giggled, covering her mouth. Fabian smiled lopsidedly, staring at her. Nina looked around, realizing that the sky was a dangerous color, the sky watering the navy blue down to a light blue.

"Oh, we need to get back to our rooms. The last thing I need is for Amber to wake up and catch me walking in, right," Nina said, moving up off the couch. Fabian nodded, following her reluctantly, quietly up the stairs. As they neared her door, Nina turned, leaning against the door frame again. She smiled at him, her eyes a bit baggy from lack of still, yet shining at him.

"I really enjoyed this," she whispered, looking down at her feet, wiggling her toes a little. She could feel Fabian so close to her, could feel her heart racing slightly. She shifted slightly, moving her feet back and forth a little.

"I enjoyed our time together too," he said, moving a bit closer. Nina felt Fabian's fingers tickle against hers, moving slowly, apprehensively, nervously. Nina bit her lower lip, staring at the printed image on Fabian's shirt, telling her fingers to stay put, to not reach up and trace the lines, the feel the material, to feel his body under his shirt. Nina felt Fabian's fingers brush against the hem of her night shirt, his fingertips barely making contact against her thigh. She breathed quickly, her knees turning to jelly. She raised her eyes to his, his face just inches from hers.

"I need to go...to bed...," Nina said, blinking quickly as Fabian closed the distance between them. Nine felt his fingers lock with hers, pulling her towards him slightly.

"Nina...wha...what time is it," a groggy voice from the room called out from under a comforter. Fabian pulled back, moving away, his hand with locked his hers. Nina shook her head slightly, almost feeling like Cinderella at the final chime of midnight.

Fabian tried to pry his hand free, pulling slightly. He was surprised when Nina moved forward, pressing her lips hard against his, wrapping her arms around his neck. Nina stood on tiptoe, kissing Fabian hard. She could hear Amber moving around more, mumbling and groaning to herself. Nina kept kissing Fabian, feeling her body relax against his. She could feel his hands move around her hips, to her back, pulling her closer to him. She gasped against his lips, feeling his arousal pressing against her. Oh, she wished she could just pull him into her room and keep going, just keep touching, shedding clothes, shedding fears.

"Oh, Fabian," she whispered, against him, her fingers clutching at him. She could hear him breathing warmly against her cheek, could feel him so close to losing control. She wanted him to so badly and she knew he wanted her. She moved her hands from around his neck, moving down his chest, tracing one finger across his stomach. He moaned softly as she run her finger on the elastic of his lounge pants, popping them slightly against his hip.

"Well, what have we here," a voice sounded behind them. Nina and Fabian quickly broke apart, their bodies begging and pleading for them to continue. They turned and saw Jerome sneering at them, wiggling his eyebrows at them. Nine sighed, feeling her face turn red so quickly.