A/N: Here's Chapter 4… only 21 left to go lol

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WARNING: Parental Guidance advised… maybe.

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She smiled, and it made his blood rush. He stroked his thumb across her cheek and she slowly opened her eyes, avoiding his. He didn't give her time to do anything however, because with a simple swoop, he was pressing his lips gently against hers and kicking the door closed behind him. His hands moved to hold her head as she almost melted beneath him, her lips moving slowly against his as though she'd forgotten what she was doing. Her hands moved in his jacket, holding him around the waist and gently pulling him closer to her scared that he might let go. He smiled into her and he could almost feel her cheeks blush as she did so. She'd definitely lost some of that class 'A' confidence she once had. He'd have to help her with that and have her cracking wise jokes left right and centre.

She tried to pull away, obviously trying not to seem too greedy. He didn't let her; he just grabbed her and pulled her closer to him until there was no space between them. They breathed together; there kiss deepening by the second.

Her hands were running up and down his back underneath the Elvis Costello T-shirt she had longed to see on him, feeling his skin tense beneath her fingertips. She could feel him pressing her back against the wall next to her so he didn't keep having to help her stand up, he was finding it hard enough to stand on his own without having to help both of them. She moaned as she felt her body slam against the cold wall, the shock sent tingles all down her body. She could hardly kiss him; she was so numb with excitement. Each one of his kisses caused her to stop and gasp for breath only for him to kiss her over and over again, her body slowly loosing its composure and melting against the wall.

His hands were either side of her on the wall as they kissed and held each other, knowing it was all that they could do without breaking the vow they had both took. He was slipping away, over-whelmed by how much he'd forgotten she could kiss him. She wasn't even kissing him half the time, it was just her lips. Pressed to any part of him they could make him get goose bumps and go all googly-eyed. His fingers clutched at the wall, trying to hold onto something and failed miserably. His hair fell in his eyes and she felt it against her forehead, reaching up and taking it into her hands and running her finger through the tangle mess of curls like she'd done it every day of her life. He shivered against her and he felt stupid when he saw her smile. She'd never made him do that before.

Before he knew what he was doing, his hands were reaching between them and tugging at the tie of her robe. His hands brushed across her stomach and he felt the muscles tighten and a gasp escape from her mouth. He continued, sure that a gasp meant something good and pushed the robe apart to find her t-shirt resting halfway up her stomach in their recent activities. He placed his hand on her bare waist and let them slowly graze down onto her hips. Her mouth opened away from his in another large gasp and Nick looked at her in alarm, worried to what was wrong with her and why she was so sensitive.

She looked up him, her hand in his curls and he saw why. Her face was covered in an expression of confusion, want and aching beauty. A blush had risen higher into her cheeks and towards her eyes, which were now heavy and deep set as she looked at him, her mouth agape as she gasped for some much needed breath. The hand that held onto him said it all. She held him close and she held him as tight as she could, her fingers bunched into his t-shirt, almost begging him to do something that neither of them knew what… they were too scared to.

As he looked at her looking more beautiful that ever, and contemplated what her face could possibly mean, he felt his own ache in somewhere that he hardly ever had time to ache in. It brought a sick feeling to his stomach as he realised that unless he didn't want to, it was going to take him a long time and a lot of avoidance to get rid of this strange but warmly familiar ache. Sometimes he wished he was a woman… it would make keeping this vow so much more easy and simple… there wasn't a part of him that always somehow let him down at the worst moments.

Her eyes widened in slight shock and she clutched tighter at his shirt. She needed him to tell her that this was alright. They could handle all these biological urges and remain pure as they wanted to be. They had self control and they had bigger brains to know that being a teenager and caring about someone is more than a biology lesson. They could be intimate with each other without procreating. She tugged on his shirt and he looked up at her with a nervous and embarrassed expression. She smiled weakly. He was still a dork.

She saw that his tie was still hanging around his neck. She smiled and remembered something she'd always wanted to do from the movies. She slipped her fingers down his chest and stopped at one end of the tie, taking it in her fingertips. With her free hand she began to gently pull him to her to kiss her, and with the other hand she slowly pulled the tie from around his neck until the silk came loose in her hands. She looked at it from the corner of her eye with a sly smile and tossed it to the side where it wasn't needed.

Nick had decided how far he wanted to go, as she played with his tie and kissed him, her arms soon wrapping around his neck to bring him closer. He didn't want to say anything; he just knew he'd stop her when she got there. He didn't want to ruin the moment by setting down guidelines, it was better to go with what they were doing. He was going to go with it and see how he felt after going to the limit he wanted to reach.

He was glad when she gasped again. He slipped his hands around her hips and placed his hands on her backside gently moving her closer to him and lifting her up again, to see if she understood. She pulled away and that silly goofy look was across her face, knowing that it was a good sign. As he lifted her gently from the ground, she raised her legs and wrapped them around his hips, feeling something unfamiliar in the process. He soon moved his hands down to hold onto her more and moved backwards from the wall, moving across the few feet to her bed.

He leant forward and lowered her down horizontal across her bed. She looked up ad him as he crawled over on top of her and looked down at her, her robe spreading out around her. She watched as he eyed her clothes suspiciously, setting a nervous feeling in her gut. She wasn't sure how far this was going, but she now knew that she could talk the talk of being a sex symbol, but couldn't really walk the walk. The whole thing just made her feel really, really nervous. She reached her fingers up to his blazer jacket quickly and began to tug it down his arms as he looked at her, her fingers fumbling. She paused with a struggle, he needed to move away from her, or more onto her so she could tug it down the last few inches. She blushed again permanently when he chose the later and straddled her legs for a moment, pulling her up to help him remove the jacket and shirt and the same time.

He felt a little cooler now that she'd removed the unnecessary clothes that he was wearing. He looked down at her as her hair spread around her on the sheets which she'd apparently been laying beneath before he arrived. It was crazy and messed-up, just like the messy sleeper that she was. He looked at her smoulderingly before he kissed her passionately, the aching control his legs were having over his body beginning to hurt. He breathed deeper and deeper and he was glad when she pushed him over onto his back and switched places.

It was soon turning into another battle. He pushed her back from him a little and removed her robe, until it was lying next to him in a heap on the sheets. She shook her head and smiled at him as they continued to kiss. She ran her hands down his neck and found the metal dog tag sitting around his neck. He groaned as she tugged on it, moving back… swiftly and smoothly pulling him up to her as she sat down on his thighs. He watched in awe as she slowly ran her hands across his chiselled chest, her hand touching something she didn't mean to touch, before she found the hem of his shirt and began tugging it up his body.

"I feel like there's something between us…" she whispered beginning to kiss his well-formed chest as it was soon revealed from under the fabric that was soon added to the pile of things they didn't need. He chuckled breathlessly, glad that she'd broken the ice a little. He groaned, leaning back against the bed on his arms and shaking his head in disbelief as those beautiful lips of hers began working there was across his collar bones and his neck.

He groaned louder and his head fell backwards almost hitting the sheets beneath him. She looked at him for a second, before shaking her head and continuing. He moved his hands around her back and wormed his way up her shirt, running his fingers roughly down her skin.

"You are so not helping this…"

Quickly, as though scolded, she removed her lips from his neck and looked at him in alarm. Her face had dropped and she no longer looked too impressed. She looked nervous and guilty and he couldn't help but smile that she was worrying about him, when she had her own vow to keep too. He shook his head, looking down at the red teeth marks across his skin as she sat upright on his thighs, her hands resting comfortably in her lap.

"Where is this going?" she whispered so quietly he wasn't actually sure that those were the words she spoke.

He was happy however, because this little interlude was helping the blood rush to his brain and think more carefully. He was however, worried about her and what she thought they were doing. He sat up more, grabbing her beneath the knees and tugging her until she was wrapped around his stomach comfortably. He sat up, his legs settling more comfortably beneath him and cupped her cheeks bringing her to look at him.

He shrugged, "I don't know, Miley Ray…" she smiled. It was a long time since he'd called her that and she hadn't realised she'd missed it, "Where do you want it to go?"

She slumped down again, as he kissed her gently on the nose, watching her revert back to using the grumpy face her dad said she had used since she was a baby, her top lip sticking out. He smiled and ran his finger along it, feeling its swelling from their kissing, and the warmth of his own body heat. She had her fingers through his belt loops and he wasn't sure, but he had the strange suspicion that she was slowly undoing it.

"I want it to go as far as you want it go…" she shrugged, "everyone seems to think I want to jump the bones of every male I see… when I don't…"

Nick gulped nervously, "I know, Miley Ray…"

"We're barely sixteen and it's illegal… and we have a million gazillion people watching our every move, I'm not even sure how I'm meant to get you outta here without some sleazy guy taking your picture…"

Nick was for some reason becoming let down of his own expectations. He was listening to her and slowly becoming disappointed about something he didn't even know it might happen. It made him feel guilty, not just towards Miley but to the big guy upstairs…

Miley took a deep breath in, "But… it doesn't mean that I don't really… really want something like this to happen with you…" she blushed and looked at his grinning face.

He gulped and shrugged his shoulders, "Is it… illegal for us to do…" he gulped again, "Like… other things…?"

Her face whitened a little in nerves and she moved her hands away from him for a while playing with the Polish on her fingers. She shrugged and went even more bright red.

"I… I don't think so…" she looked up at him, "Why?"

He looked at her, and silently took hold of one of her hands pulling her closer to him. He looked her in the eyes and licked his lips. He could feel just her bare skin underneath his hands, nothing else. It made him shake. She looked at him alarmed at his sudden change of pace and questioned him again with her rapidly deep set eyes that were turning bluer by the minute. All her questions were soon answered however, when she felt his hands begin to tug at her shirt.

He looked her in the eye and she smiled, "Oh…"

He stopped, smiled and waited again, she bit her lips and edged closer. Before he could comprehend what was going on, she had nodded and kissed him hard and slowly on the mouth, instantly bringing back that aching feeling.

A/N: To Be Continued… Chapter 5: My Love At First Sight

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